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The lewd sound of skin hitting against each other mingles with the needy and high-pitched moans filling the room. The kitchen is saturated with saccharine honey and raspberry, and the heavy smell of patchouli, as Jimin pounds into Yoongi — merciless and untiring.
It’s been three days since the omega started showing signs of pre-heat, and since then his daily life has been punctuated with debauchery and pleasure. Not a single spot on Yoongi’s body is now free from the alpha’s care, his milky and soft skin scattered with blemishing hickeys and bite marks where there aren't bruises from Jimin’s grip or spanks.
“- Oh-OH! RIGHT THERE! A-ALPHA!” Yoongi all but wails, his nails digging into his mate’s shoulders, delirious with pleasure while Jimin slightly changes the angle of his hips to keep pistoning right into the omega’s prostate. Yoongi is bouncing on top of the kitchen counter from the force of Jimin’s thrusts, his whole body jolting as his toes curl — his feet resting behind the alpha’s back, his ankles crossed on top of each other. Any other time he would feel embarrassed from the obscene sound of his slick gushing out of his stretched hole with every slide of Jimin’s cock, but the raw sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine and warming up his lower belly keeps his mind blurred. All that matters is his mate’s thick and long dick, dragging against his inner-walls, sending waves of licking fire across his whole body. All that matters is Jimin, eagerly sucking a new blossoming bruise right next to his scent gland, forcing a whine out of the omega’s throat.
“- God, you smell divine, Yoongi.” Jimin whisper-shouts over his mate’s loud cries, his teeth teasing over Yoongi’s tender skin. “You sound so good, omega.” He adds, making the elder moans even louder, needier. “All pretty and desperate for me. Taking your alpha’s cock so well.” He punctuates his words with more powerful thrusts, his pace almost animalistic, his pelvis certainly bruising Yoongi’s bottom even more.
“- Al-Alpha… Alpha, please.” Yoongi blabbers, drunk from pleasure, his head spinning from Jimin’s unforgiving pace, shockwaves of pleasure exploding in his body every time the alpha’s dick hits that sweet spot inside of him.
“- Your alpha will fill you nicely, Pretty. Don’t worry.” Jimin’s voice is hoarse, his rhythm losing its steadiness as he gets closer to his release. His hips snap hard and fast, the alpha chasing his orgasm, using Yoongi’s hole as if it’s nothing more than a mere toy designated to serve for his own pleasure. And Yoongi loves it, that feeling of depravity; he gets no control over this whole situation, his sole purpose is to be used, to please his alpha, and to feel that overwhelming delectation invading his body and his mind from Jimin’s every move and care.
Jimin’s grip tightens around Yoongi’s ass cheeks, his fingers glistening from all of the omega’s slick dripping and sliding from his rim, before dragging one of his hands down and under the omega’s left knee. He pulls Yoongi’s slender leg up, hooking it on his shoulder, stretching the omega’s hole wider and letting his cock hit deeper by doing so. Almost bent in half, Yoongi shuts his eyes and lets his mouth hang down open in silent cries and loud gasps, as tears roll down his cheeks and his head is thrown back.
Yoongi can feel his orgasm coming dangerously closer, faster, as Jimin pistons his dick into his throbbing hole, but he knows better than coming without having the explicit permission from his alpha. He tries to will his high away, almost fisting the base of his aching cock when he feels Jimin’s knot expanding against his rim. But soon the alpha stills his movement, dick deep inside of him, as he feels Jimin’s hot cum shooting and filling him up to the brim, making his muscles tremble from pleasure and his hole violently clenching around his mate. The younger doesn’t knot him, teasingly letting his knot push against his rim without ever passing through, while he grinds inside the omega with small, precise circles, milking his high.
“- My mate’s doing so well. Such a good omega.” Jimin ushers, making Yoongi whine from the praise, his breath hot against the shell of the omega’s ear.
Jimin sighs as he carefully pulls out of Yoongi, the elder whimpering. He takes a moment to admire the pure beauty that Yoongi is. The soft blush spread across his face, neck and torso, to the trail of drying tears painting his cheeks, the fucked out gaze the omega is throwing at him from under his lashes, and his poor, hard and aching cock dripping precum onto his stomach. Yoongi is the essence of perversion. A true debauched beauty, willing and waiting for his alpha to use him as he pleases.
With swift and firm movements, Jimin manoeuvres Yoongi and finds himself kneeling in front of the omega, his breath warm and feather-like on the elder’s hard length, making it twitch.
“- You deserve a reward, pretty. For being so good for me.” Jimin whispers, looking at his mate with a feverish gaze. Yoongi whines, ducking his head, curling his back as his cheeks take a deeper shade of rouge. “My good omega.” Jimin mutters under his breath as he lets his hands caress the other’s inner thighs, his thumbs putting more pressure where his skin is adorning loving bruises, pushing quiet gasps out of his mate.
One of Yoongi’s hands shoots up into Jimin’s hair when he feels the alpha mouthing the base of his cock, a low moan slipping out of the omega’s lips. Jimin teases, leaving open kisses all along his mate’s dick, trailing his plump lips across the omega’s heated skin, sending shivers down Yoongi’s spine. The elder whines, his scent spiking, getting sweeter, as slick gushes out of his pulsating rim, while Jimin plays with the head of his cock, circling it with his mischievous tongue, slightly sucking the tip with his devilish lips.
Yoongi’s mind spins, delirious from pleasure and arousal as Jimin finally wraps his lips around him, fully taking in his head, tasting the weight of it on top of his tongue before fully sinking down until his plump lips meet Yoongi’s pelvis. The alpha stays there for a moment, playing with the underside of Yoongi’s dick with the flat of his tongue, making some suction motions that pull grunts out from the omega’s throat and make his thighs tremble.
“- Alpha… p-please…” Yoongi pleads, his head swirling while his grip on his mate’s hair tightens. Jimin’s fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of his mate’s inner thighs, making him whine miserably.
At an excruciatingly slow pace, Jimin drags his tongue under Yoongi’s dick, pulling his face up until only the head of the omega’s cock rests on the edge of his lips, sending violent shivers across Yoongi’s entire body. Yoongi lets a wavering breath out, collecting the remaining crumbs of his sanity and desperately trying to not cant his hips and give his alpha a reason to punish him. He stays still — as still as his trembling thighs and spasming toes can let him be, while Jimin lets his tongue play with his slit and sucks his head before dipping down once more. When he feels the heat of Jimin’s mouth slowly surrounding his cock again, Yoongi throws his head back, instinctively trying to close his legs around his alpha’s head if not for the short fingers keeping his thighs in place.
Jimin bops his head, taking pity on his omega and starting to properly thrust Yoongi’s dick into his mouth, putting pressure with his tongue where he knows it will drive his mate crazy. Lewd slurping sounds and breathy moans fill the room as Jimin works his mouth around Yoongi. Once he finds a steady pace, he keeps going on, bringing the omega closer to his orgasm with every suck and lick, not minding the dull burn coming from Yoongi’s nails digging into the skin of his back.
When Jimin hollows his cheeks around Yoongi’s dick, the omega cums with a needy, broken moan, slick gushing out of his hole and pooling on the kitchen counter and dripping on the floor. The alpha diligently swallows Yoongi’s cum, letting out a long sigh as he tastes the bitter taste of his mate’s release.
“- You did so well, pretty. Alpha is proud of you.” Jimin says, his voice hoarse and used, giving Yoongi a heated look, his eyelids heavy, as the omega struggles to steady his breath.
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“- What do you want to watch, hyung?” Jimin shouts while scrolling through the Netflix catalogue as he hears the bathroom’s door closing.
“- Whatever you feel like, Jimin-ah, as long as you don’t fall asleep in front of it.” Yoongi says with a smirk as he enters the living room. Jimin leans back on the couch’s backrest, tilting his head to shoot a glare at the omega.
He stills, giving himself some time to fully take in the delicious and fond image of Yoongi standing by the doorframe. He’s drowning under one of Jimin’s oversized – and overused – hoodies, the hem runs down just shy above his knees, showing his bare legs and the plethora of blooming love bites adorning his soft skin. Yoongi loves to borrow his mate’s clothes during pre-heat, the heavy and reassuring patchouli scent of his alpha easing his nerves and hormones.
Jimin swallows his snarky comeback, raising his hand instead, silently inviting Yoongi to join him on the couch; the mix of his and Yoongi’s scent clinging onto his omega makes his mind swirl for a bit. His eyes never leave the omega as Yoongi sits down next to him. Jimin wraps his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, giving a small, tender kiss on his temple.
After a few more bouts of bickering between the couple, they both settled comfortably in front of a movie Yoongi chooses, basking into the familiar warmth and comfort of the other’s presence. The simple and predictable scenario of the movie unfolding in front of them brings a sense of ease that lets them enjoy the entertainment as well as fully relax and appreciate this slow and intimate moment.
Yoongi is laying down on the couch, a cosy blanket wrapped around him, his head resting on Jimin’s lap as he slowly purrs. The raspy vibration of his chest being fueled by the pure state of contentment he’s in right now — only accentuated by the short fingers playing with his hair and massaging his scalp.
It feels like heaven. From the warmth engulfing him inside and out, from the gentle and loving care of his alpha, from the way his whole body slightly shakes when Jimin laughs; everything he feels right now is pure love and comfort. Everything reminds him of home.
It feels like heaven.
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It feels like heaven.
Jimin’s fingers don’t stop or slow down as Yoongi’s body shakes from his third orgasm of the night, completely and utterly dry. The alpha’s lips feels like pure fire on the small of the omega’s back, his breath birthing goosebumps across Yoongi’s skin and making him feel like he’s melting from the inside. The sounds of his slick-covered fingers steadily thrusting inside Yoongi fills the room and the omega’s ears. It’s lewd and obscene — perfectly matching Yoongi’s whimpers and cries.
The bedroom is saturated with Yoongi’s honey and raspberry and Jimin’s patchouli, mixed with the musky smell of sex and the saccharine of the omega’s slick. Yoongi can’t stop his muscles from shaking anymore, every inch of his body feeling extra-sensitive after so many highs, his whole being basking and feeding from the never ending pleasure that his alpha is procuring him.
“- You’re close again, pretty.” Jimin states, soft, patient — almost mocking and mean in the way he seems to give Yoongi time to notice how fast he’s tipping over the edge again, as if it isn’t the doing of his untiring and unforgiving dexterous fingers. Jimin gently presses the tip of his finger into Yoongi’s prostate once again, making the omega break into a pitiful moan as his arms give up on him, his chest fully hitting the mattress underneath him. Yoongi finds himself incapable of closing his mouth, moans spilling one after another over his warm pillow, a continuous string of whines encouraged by Jimin’s wonderful care. Tears are staining the different fabrics under Yoongi as he feels Jimin insisting on his bruised prostate once more, the pleasure so intense it gets almost painful. It’s with an expert twist of fingers from the alpha that Yoongi feels the muscles of his abdomen contracting and his whole body tensing before snapping again into another soul wrecking orgasm. His soft dick twitches, unable to spill anything for the fourth time tonight. The omega quietly sobs and cries, overwhelmed in the best way possible, as he lets his high wash over his entire being, making him shiver but also melt inside out.
Yoongi doesn’t register when a wavering whine escapes from his throat, as Jimin carefully drags his fingers out. Jimin gently caresses Yoongi’s ass cheeks with his drenched hand; his eyes never leave the omega’s plump flesh as he spreads slick on it, making it glisten. The alpha kisses Yoongi’s back, trailing his way from the small of his back up to the base of his neck, before starting to nibble one of his lobes. He feels the omega tremble under him and quickly wraps an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies closer together and warming up his mate.
“- My omega is doing so great.” Jimin purrs, his thumb tracing soothing circles below his stomach. “Let’s give you a last one before we settle down for tonight, alright?”
Yoongi doesn’t know if his body can support another orgasm, but he can’t tame the burning need thundering in his gut, his mind swirling at the idea of having his alpha coaxing a last orgasm out of him. Yoongi teasingly wiggles his butt against his mate’s crotch, breathing a high-pitched “yes, please.” Jimin whispers a quiet “alright”, before manhandling Yoongi onto his back and gently moving down on the omega again. He lets his hands slowly trail down across Yoongi’s skin, leaving a heated path behind them, caressing and gripping every line and curve of his mate’s body.
Jimin settles next to Yoongi’s puckered rim, carefully spreading his cheeks further, letting his fingers dig into the omega’s firm flesh, before letting his tongue drag a long, fat stripe from the base of Yoongi’s tailbone up to his balls. Yoongi’s wail ricochets in the room, loud and needy, being so sensitive that this one action is enough to make his legs shake again.
Jimin doesn’t tease too much, he knows his omega is way too gone and tired for that — he slips his tongue past Yoongi’s rim, groaning at the sweet taste of the slick quickly coating the back of throat. He sets a steady pace, moving his tongue with expertise and drinking in Yoongi’s moans and slick like a thirsty man. He knows Yoongi won’t last long, not after how many times he has already cum. He can feel it in the way the omega clenches around his tongue every time he digs back in, while his legs fight between uncontrollable tremors and the overwhelming need to close around the alpha’s head. Jimin stretches Yoongi, moving his tongue in devilish waves, flipping its tip every time it meets the omega’s rim.
Yoongi is a mess, completely wrecked, reduced to a pile of breaking sobs and needy whines, completely overflooded by the raging pleasure consuming him. Disabling his ability to register any other part of reality that isn’t the alpha nestled between his legs and the tongue moving inside of him. He shakes and jolts, spasming to the rhythm of Jimin’s licks and thrusts, drool rolling down his chin. His hands desperately grip Jimin’s hair, tugging the strands with every moan parting from his lips.
Jimin presses the pad of one of his thumbs on Yoongi’s stretched rim before feeling the omega’s body tensing up and the grip around his tongue violently tightening. Yoongi’s orgasm comes to him like a crashing wave, the final crescendo of an endless road of pleasure and stimulation. He comes, his entire body seizing, his eyes rolling back, with a silent cry on the tip of his parted lips while his grip on Jimin’s hair makes the alpha grunt. Jimin stretches his high as long as possible, waving his tongue inside of him while his thumb continues to massage his rim. When Yoongi starts to pull on Jimin’s tousled hair, the alpha finally lets go, carefully slipping his tongue out before running the back of his hand over his slick-covered chin in a vain attempt to clean it up.
The alpha swiftly raises up until he can land a tender kiss on Yoongi’s quivering lips. He soothes him down, bringing a hand up to the omega’s cheek, kissing the stains of tears on his skin and whispering loving words against the shell of his ear. He gives Yoongi a lingering, deep kiss, the omega melting between his arms, their bodies impossibly close, their limbs tangled together. Jimin tightens his hold around his mate’s body, trying to convey all of his love and care through this languid gesture, before leaving a peck on the tip of Yoongi’s nose and moving away, murmuring a brief “be right back” as he moves towards their bathroom.
He comes back, a bit cleaner and carrying a wet towel. He gently moves Yoongi to be able to clean him properly. He keeps praising the omega all along, even once he’s done cleaning his skin and he starts dressing him in one of his own pyjama shirts. He knows Yoongi loves to smell like his alpha after a rough night, especially when he’s so close to his heat.
He moves them under sheets after hastily cleaning up the bed as well, placing Yoongi on his side and spooning the omega. He lets one of his hands trail down, until he can trace random but soothing patterns on the omega’s belly.
“- You’re ready to settle down, pretty?” Jimin asks, low and tender against Yoongi’s ear. The elder nobs, his eyes already closed, only waiting for the alpha before fully letting sleep submerge him. Jimin chuckles, fond of seeing his omega so soft, before taking Yoongi’s leg with his free hand. He moves Yoongi’s leg to give him better access while still keeping his mate’s comfort in mind, before guiding himself next to the omega’s hole. They both sigh, deep and content when Jimin enters, thrusting up until his hard dick is deep inside the omega. Yoongi slightly trembles, still extremely sensitive, before calming down and letting his muscles relax again.
Jimin slips his arms around his mate, hugging him close and tight, kissing the back of his neck and basking in the warm buzz running under his skin as pleasure bubbles from the heat and tightness surrounding his cock. He sighs once more, fully relaxing, the scent of honey and raspberry filling his senses, the warmth of Yoongi’s body against his skin bringing him a form of peace, before he closes his eyes.
“- Sleep well, hyung.” Jimin whispers, his lips tickling Yoongi’s skin. “I love you.”
“- ‘love you too.” Yoongi slurs, already half asleep, but still subtly wiggling his hips.
“- Don’t worry, pretty. Alpha will fuck you awake tomorrow morning.” Jimin says, efficiently calming his omega and letting them both fall asleep.
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