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Taehyung’s phone goes off in class, breaking the silence in the hall with Big Bang’s latest hit. Every head lifts from their exams to stare him down as he fumbles with it. He stammers a sheepish apology to his glaring professor, slumping in his seat to make himself as small as possible while he goes back to bubbling in his scantron.
Twenty minutes later, after a firm reprimand, he’s outside glaring at his phone to see who nearly got his ass in trouble. Ten missed calls and twenty texts. Taehyung blinks. Holy shit. Did someone die? Panic overtakes him as he opens the first message from Sanghyuk - literally ten messages of “where r u”.
Hyukkie:where r u
Tae: class dipshit i had a test!!!!!!!!!
Sanghyuk replies quickly:
Hyukkie: oh lol
He relaxes a little. Okay, no death then, probably. Even snarky asshole Sanghyuk wouldn’t joke about that. He’s ready to chew Sanghyuk out for calling him in class when another text pops up.
Hyukkie: uhhhh has jimin msged u at all
Tae: ???
Tae: no why
Tae: hyuk
Tae: HYUK!!!!!!!
Tae: YAH HAN SANGHYUK
Several minutes go by without a reply. Anxiety starts to build in his stomach as he goes through his missed calls and texts. All about whether he’s seen Jimin, nothing actually from him. He spams Sanghyuk with texts but gets no response. Just as he’s considering shifting to sniff his friends (and Jimin) out, an incoming call comes through. He picks up, wailing into his phone before Wheein can even speak: “Jimin’s dead!”
Wheein sputters from the other line. “What no you idiot! He’s in heat!”
Taehyung slumps with relief. “Oh.” A second goes by. “Wait - what?! Why the fuck didn’t Hyuk just say that!”
Wheein doesn’t sound very impressed with him. “Really, Tae? You called Hyuk first?”
It’s not his fault Sanghyuk had spammed his phone with texts/ “Wait, so is he okay? Where is he? What’s happening?”
“Slow down big boy, he’s back at your apartment. His heat hit him during class. Sungjae and Hyuk took him there.”
Taehyung lets out a sigh, panic ebbing away.. His boyfriend was fine. Thank goodness. Then, the panic comes back full force when Wheein’s words register. “What?! Are you sure? It’s not due for another two weeks! Jimin takes his suppressants and everything!”
There’s an awkward cough. “Uh well...considering the stuff he was saying...yeah…”
The phone nearly drops from his grip. Oh god. Oh no. They’d only been together for a year, which wasn’t many heats to go through, but it was enough that Taehyung knew Jimin got very loud and vocal whenever he entered it. Also explicit. Very, very explicit. Explicit like begging loudly for Taehyung to fuck him in every way possible. The first heat had been bad. Taehyung’s neighbors had left their apartments for a whole week. So the thought of two of his closest friends being in proximity to Jimin while he’s like that is...just...
“Oh my god,” he whines, embarrassed horror curling up his spine. He doesn’t even want to think about it. He’s never gonna live this down. Jimin will never live this down.
Wheein coughs again. “Uh yep, so you better get there like right now before Hyuk and Sungjae die from their shame boners.
“Oh my god.”
“Also, Tae, if it’s early you know what that means right - “
He hangs up then, not wanting to deal with the lecture Wheein’s going to give him, one that’s he heard a million times. Face flushed red, he slips his phone into his pocket and sprints home.
When he climbs up the stairs to his apartment, he finds Sungjae and Sanghyuk sitting outside the door, acting as guards. He’s about to thank them, but identical shit-eating grins grow on their faces when they catch sight of him. Oh god, here it comes. “Here he is, our proud Alpha, ready to do what the moon goddess intended for him,” Sungjae cheers.
Taehyung groans. “Can you maybe not be disgusting for like five minutes? I know it’s hard but - “
“That’s not the only thing that’s hard!” Sungjae hoots with delight. Sanghyuk high-fives him.
“Taetae,” Sanghyuk exaggeratedly pitches his voice high to mimic Jimin.Taehyung’s ears start to burn red. “Taetae, it’s not enough please come and fu - “
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Taehyung kicks the two of them out of the way, ignoring the cackling. “Please leave and forget this ever happened oh my god.”
Sungjae hollows his cheeks, making a gross sucking noise. Sanghyuk makes a lewd gesture with his hands. Taehyung is going to kill both of them. “Goodbye,” he says flatly as he starts to unlock his apartment. The scent of Jimin’s heat hits him hard as soon as he cracks open the door and all three of them freeze in place. There’s a soft whine of “Taetae” and he slams the door shut again, cheeks flooding with color.
Sungjae and Sanghyuk start catcalling again, cooing “Oh Taetae” over and over. Taehyung’s truly prepared to fight both of them but his already half-hard boner keeps him in place.
“Fuck off and die,” he snarls out before opening the door and walking in as quickly as he can. He bites his lip to contain his groan as he’s overwhelmed by Jimin’s scent, the air in the apartment sweltering and heavy. “Oh god I’m gonna die,” he mutters to himself as he deadbolts the door with shaky hands and then turns on his heel to run to the bedroom, flooded by arousal already.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he spits out as soon as he enters. Jimin’s already on the bed, ass high up in the air, slick running down the back of his thighs from where his favorite dildo is buried deep inside him.
There are tears on Jimin’s face when he turns back to look at Taehyung, bottom lip trembling. “Taetae,” he whines, rubbing his thighs together. “Come here - please - “ Taehyung’s already stepping out of his clothes, muttering “I know baby, I know,” as he stumbles over to the bed. Jimin lets out a cry of relief when Taehyung places his hands on his heated skin, spreading his cheeks, looking in awe at how the puckered skin is stretched over the plastic.
“Look so good,” he chokes out and Jimin makes a pleased sound. He’s wearing one of Taehyung’s shirts, completely bare otherwise, the sight making Taehyung’s inner Alpha howl in approval. Mine mine mine.Jimin scenting himself with his clothes, so wet already, whimpering for his knot. It always did drive him crazy to see Jimin wearing his things, their scents mixing together beautifully. Jimin’s normal fresh sandalwood and citrus with his piney earthy scent on top of the intense sweetness that came with the heats.
Jesus he’s gonna die. For real.
“I’m sorry baby, I had a test, sorry you had to wait so long for me,” he babbles, grabbing the end of the dildo and pushing it in even more. Jimin’s thighs buckle, knees sliding down the bed. “You waited for me like this?” He twists it inside, watching more slick gush out with awe. “You fucked yourself imagining it was me fucking you?”
Jimin doesn’t say anything, just lets out this moan that’s more a sob than anything. Taehyung hums, slowly starting to fuck him with the dildo, squelching noises filling the room. He’s so unbearably hard already that doing this is just as much torture for him as it is for Jimin, but he wants to hear him beg. “What do you want, baby? Want me to make you come like this? Like the good old days?” The good old days, when Taehyung and Jimin were “just friends”; when Taehyung would stand guard for Jimin during his heats to keep away his hordes of admirers while he fucked himself through it with his array of sex toys, digging his claws into the wood of the door when he heard Jimin’s muffled cries. This had lasted for nearly a year until Jimin asked him to join him one day. Months later, fucking around had escalated to dating officially. Nobody had been surprised.
Jimin does sob this time, shaking his head over and over. “No no, I need you, not this.” His hips move against the dildo every time Taehyung fucks it back in, despite his words. “Please touch me, Taehyung, Alpha please - “
“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses, resolve crumbling at the desperation in Jimin’s voice. He pulls the toy out slowly with a wet plop. Jimin cries loudly when it’s finally out and Taehyung watches transfixed as his hole clenches around nothing. He reaches out, sliding two fingers against Jimin’s slicked skin. Jimin keens at the contact and pushes his hips back in a quiet, desperate demand for more. Taehyung spreads him apart with his thumb and forefinger, watching how Jimin gapes open, how more and more slick spills out.
“Fuck,” he murmurs again. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees Jimin in his heat, he can never get over how good Jimin looks, how incredible he smells. It stirs something in him, so wild and primal and he knows it’s just fucking biology but it’s still one of his favorite things. “You’re so pretty like this, Jimin.”
He leans down then to lick the sweat along the small of Jimin’s back, shuddering at the sweet musky tang that always comes with Jimin’s heat. “Taste good too.” His cock’s already leaking through his boxers and it’s taking every inch of self-control not to shove them down his legs and slide into Jimin, who’s so prepped and ready for him. Sinking to his knees, he spreads Jimin’s cheeks apart, mouth watering as his heat scent engulfs his senses.
Taehyung takes a second to breathe it in, body shuddering, cock twitching in his boxers. Then he’s leaning in, licking a long stripe up Jimin’s hole, groaning loudly in unison with Jimin’s shocked cry. “Taste so good,” he mumbles against Jimin’s skin, before he’s eating Jimin out in earnest, fingers coming to hook Jimin’s rim open as he swirls his tongue around the edges of puckered skin. There’s slick all over his face already because Jimin is so goddamn wet but Kim Taehyung never does anything half-assed, least of all eating his boyfriend out, so he keeps lapping him up, regardless of the continued gushes of slick.
He pulls away for a second, licking his lips and letting out another groan of delight. Call him nasty, call him whatever, but he absolutely lives for the taste of Jimin when he goes into heat. Leans back in to press a filthy kiss against Jimin’s open hole and he’s back at it again, sucking eagerly at the rim, sliding his tongue all over Jimin’s hole.
“Oh god, yes.” Jimin’s collapsed against the bed, sticking his ass further in Taehyung’s face, submitting to him so much already. He’s whining loudly, babbling nonsense that Taehyung mostly ignores him because as much as he wants to give him what he wants, he just really can’t stop. He loves to eat ass on a normal day, but during heat? It’s so wet, so hot, so much, and Taehyung would die a happy soul to be buried between Jimin’s cheeks, choking on his sweet slick.
Jimin really starts begging when he finally starts to fuck him with his tongue, slowly sliding it inside while Jimin cries for his knot. He’s hot and slippery around Taehyung’s tongue and it’s beautiful, how he’s soaking his mouth with how wet he’s become. Jimin’s never liked how wet he gets but Taehyung loves it, loves the physical representation of how desperate Jimin gets for him. He’s sure it’s partly an Alpha thing, but mostly it’s just a Jimin thing.
He’s sure his fingers are leaving bruises on Jimin’s skin from how tightly he’s holding on to him as he opens him up with his tongue, diligently fucking him the way Jimin likes. Slow licks over his hole then steady strokes inside, lapping at his walls, drinking in his wetness. Pulling back to suck filthily on his rim in the way he knows drives Jimin crazy.
One hand slides down to massage Jimin’s balls while he continues to tongue-fuck him, rolling them gently, being sure to stay away from Jimin’s swollen cock. He listens to Jimin keen from the dual sensations with a smug sense of satisfaction. “Stop,” Jimin whines, seemingly sensing Taehyung’s thoughts. There’s a rustling noise, the sounds of Jimin propping himself up again. “I want - I want - “
He pulls his mouth off Jimin with a wet sucking noise, licking his mouth clean and wiping the rest on his wrist. “What do you want, baby?” he teases, trailing his fingers from his balls up to circle around his hole. Jimin’s looking back at him, cheeks flushed and eyes teary. So pretty. It’s cruel to tease when Jimin’s like this, but he can’t help it. “You want this?”
He slides the tip of his finger into Jimin, the breach easy with how wet and open he is. Feeling how hot Jimin is has him pushing in the finger completely, Jimin gasping loudly. “Look at how well you took that Jiminie, you can take another, can’t you?” Taehyung praises through gritted teeth, pushing another in quickly, swearing quietly under his breath at how easily Jimin takes it. He will never ever get used to that.
Bracing his other hand on the small of Jimin’s back, he starts to slowly fuck him with both fingers, a loud squelching echoing through the room whenever he pulls out. Jimin’s quietly whimpering and rolling his hips down along with Taehyung’s strokes, clearly eager for more. He adds a third finger without question and starts to pick up the pace, avoiding his prostate on purpose. Stretching and curling his fingers in ways that make Jimin’s body shake, loud desperate cries echoing throughout the room.
“Another?” He asks Jimin sweetly after a few agonizing minutes of this. Jimin’s panting, skin flushed even more as the desire to come starts building inside him. Taehyung’s grasping on to his last strings of patience himself, only shaky willpower keeping him at bay while his cock aches painfully between his thighs, tip dripping with precum and soaking his boxers. His body’s wound up tightly with the desire to just push Jimin down and give them what they both want.
As if sensing Taehyung’s inner turmoil, Jimin starts to squirm in his hold. “Don’t want your fingers,” he cries, hips bucking impatiently. There’s underlying petulance in his otherwise desperate tone. Reminds Taehyung of how Jimin usually is in bed, outside of heats. Demanding and always determined to get what he wants.“Want - your fucking cock - now, Taetae, now.”
Taehyung’s weak, so damn weak, and there’s honestly nothing he would like better than to ram into Jimin until kingdom come, his sweet scent driving his brain off the walls. Especially when Jimin sounds the way he does right now, looks the way he does right now, so inviting and hot, so good that Taehyung could just sink his teeth in him.
But the singular need to keep Jimin safe overpowers his desire, so he just kisses Jimin’s back softly and starts to nudge in the fourth finger.
He remembers the first time he’d knotted Jimin, which had also been the first time Jimin had been knotted ever, the stretch made Jimin cry. Not in the good way that Taehyung was into, when he stretched out his orgasm or spanked him til his skin was red, but in the quiet broken way that Jimin always dealt with pain. Taehyung had felt like absolute shit afterwards. Forget that he was the Alpha and he was supposed to take care of Jimin and all that, Jimin was his boyfriend, his best friend, and he had hurt him.
So he always, always makes sure to prepare him thoroughly. Jimin might be able to get him to do whatever the hell he wants ninety-nine percent of the time - because Taehyung would bend over backwards to give Jimin whatever he wants - during heats, at least for the first part of them, it’s Taehyung’s show.
Four fingers in, he finally decides that Jimin’s had enough teasing and starts to finger-fuck him in earnest, quick and merciless, until he’s pressing against the spot that makes Jimin shout. “There, there,” he babbles as Taehyung continues to stimulate his prostate. “More, more, Taetae, please.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung grunts back, adjusting himself so that it’s more comfortable to fuck into Jimin. He watches as Jimin swallows down his fingers perfectly, stretched wide over the girth of them, getting them nice and slick. Since the minute he caught a whiff of Jimin’s scent, he’s been aroused, desire coiling hot in his belly and spreading all throughout his body. This though, is almost too much to bear, seeing how well Jimin takes it, knowing how well he can take more.
“...I’m gonna put it all in okay?” Fisting Jimin has been a fairly new thing in their sex life but it worked well for preparing him for his knot, so Taehyung made sure to do it every time. In theory, he knows it’s fine, Jimin takes much bigger things up his ass, but he’s always kinda nervous. The fear of accidentally hurting Jimin is always in the back of his mind, keeping his arousal in check. “Okay, Jiminie?”
There’s only a whine in response, so Taehyung keeps asking him, slowing his finger-fucking to lazy slides, over and over until Jimin’s gasping out a shaky “okay.” Taehyung bites his lip, using one hand to pull back Jimin’s cheek and keep him open while his thumb teases alongside where all his other fingers are buried inside. Jimin’s clenching tight around him and he whispers for him to relax as he ever-so-slowly slips the pad of his thumb inside. Bit by bit, he nudges it in until his whole hand is engulfed by Jimin’s wonderful, tight heat.
The sight’s incredibly lewd, Jimin stretched out so prettily over his whole hand, but Taehyung’s too concerned to fully appreciate it yet. “How do you feel?” He asks worriedly, other hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of his back. “Is it too much?
“Nonono,” Jimin mumbles back. “I feel full - it’s good, baby, it’s good, please move - “
And Taehyung does, slowly fucking his fist inside Jimin, making loud groans of approval at the way Jimin sucks him all in, at how his rim flutters prettily before every breach. “This is so hot, Jiminie, god,” he croaks, unbelievably turned on. “So, so hot.”
Jimin’s keening loudly, finally experiencing something close to what he wants, the fullness of the knot. He eggs Taehyung on, asking for more and more, rocking down against Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung keeps fucking him steadily, stretching him open and wide on his hand, watching how Jimin’s back pulls taut, thighs starting to tremble.
“Fuck,” Jimin whines when Taehyung’s fingers brush fully against his prostate. “Oh fuck - Taehyung - “ He continues to swear and cry as Taehyung fists him, rubbing against Jimin’s spot relentlessly. His knees begin to buckle and Taehyung steadies him with his other hand.
“I don’t wanna come,” Jimin sobs, which is a total lie because Taehyung knows how desperate he is. “N-Not like this, I want your - “
“You can come again baby,” Taehyung coos back, running a reassuring hand down his back. He flexes all of his fingers inside of Jimin, nudging at his prostate while his other hand wraps around Jimin’s cock, throbbing and pulsing in his hand. This seems to be enough for Jimin, who lets out a loud wail at the first pump Taehyung gives him and comes suddenly. Spilling hot over Taehyung’s hand and clenching down tight around the fingers inside him. Taehyung presses sweet kisses along Jimin’s neck as he comes, whispering in his ear: “there you go Jiminie” “you’re such a good boy” “my pretty baby” Jimin shaking in his hold.
Taehyung keeps up the praise, working him through his orgasm as he continues to flex his fingers and rub his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock. Jimin’s body sags against Taehyung’s as he succumbs to the molten heat flooding his veins, heaving out sighs of relief.
Taehyung nuzzles his neck, breathing in his scent again, headier now from his orgasm. “Feel better now, don’t you?”
Jimin answers with a shaky hum. “A little.” The first orgasm helps ease the pain that comes with the heat, but the downside is that once they start, they can’t stop. One down, maybe two or so to go. It only makes sense that Jimin stays hard in Taehyung’s grip and starts rutting his hips forward again.
“Taetae,” he whines needily. Taehyung hums in acknowledgement, gently pulling out of Jimin, hand thoroughly soaked. He moves away, coaxing Jimin to lie flat on his back as he wipes his cum off on his shirt before tearing it off.
He blinks at the torn fabric in his hands, surprised by his sudden sign of aggression. He wasn’t even trying that hard to pull it off. A pity - he really liked that shirt. Jimin’s whining for attention has him discarding his thoughts and the shirt.
Taehyung takes a moment then to diligently lick the slick that Jimin’s left all over his other hand, sucking each finger loudly, well aware of Jimin’s heated, desperate stare. “Stop it,” he gasps, spreading his legs apart in clear ‘come hither’ gesture, cock ruddy and red like he didn’t even come before.
He makes a mocking sympathetic noise, as he licks the last of his fingers clean. “What’s wrong, baby? Want me to suck your cock instead?”
Jimin doesn’t even respond, just rubs his thighs together with a pitiful mewl. Again, it always takes Taehyung by surprise how needy he gets during his heats, when usually Jimin called the shots. Jimin liked control.
And Taehyung liked giving it to Jimin.
He’d always been seen as a stereotypical omega, gorgeous and alluring, and Jimin had gone to great lengths to prove he wasn’t just your run of the mill omega. Bulking up as much as his small frame could allow, pushing himself into leadership positions that were typically meant for alphas and betas. For Taehyung, who’d always seen his alpha status as both a surprise and an inconvenience - because that meant people had expectations for him which he would rather not deal with - so he’d only been to happy to let Jimin call the shots in their relationship. In fact, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have gotten through school without Jimin kicking his ass twenty four-seven. So even though most of their relationship was push-pull, Taehyung’s teasing, playful nature coming out both outside and inside of the bedroom, for the most part he lived to make Jimin happy. After all, it was the most alpha trait he possessed, how willing he was to please his mate.
He’s not your mate, Kim Taehyung. His eyes wander over Jimin’s neck, beautifully bared and completely unblemished. Not yet.
An impatient cry of his name breaks him out of his thoughts. “Taehyungie,” Jimin hisses, face scrunched up painfully, breath coming out in pants. “Come. Now.”
Taehyung hums in acquiescence, chucking his boxers down as he climbs onto the bed, cock finally jutting free. Somehow he resists the urge to touch himself as he settles over Jimin’s hips, looking down to meet his gaze. With his eyes glazed over with desire, mouth open and panting, Jimin looks so inviting Taehyung really can’t help himself as he leans down to capture his mouth in a kiss. It’s meant to be quick, an assurance for Jimin that he’s here, that he’s got him, that he’ll take care of him, but Jimin’s eagerly moaning into his mouth, pushing his hot slick body against Taehyung’s and he loses it.
Letting out a muted growl, he pulls Jimin closer as he turns the kiss hot and desperate, licking Jimin’s mouth open, drinking in every noise he lets out. Jimin’s hands are in his hair, tugging at strands insistently, pressing close so that their cocks are flush together, keening loudly into Taehyung’s mouth at the contact.
“Please,” he pleads brokenly when Taehyung’s finished ravishing his mouth, moving over to kiss up his neck. “Please - ahh - please - ”
“Yeah,” he rumbles against Jimin’s skin, sucking a possessive bruise right next to his collarbone. “Wrap your legs around me, Jimin.” His voice comes off as authoritative and demanding but really he’s excited, body thrumming with anticipation as Jimin hastily lifts his legs around his waist. He adjusts their position accordingly, sliding his cock to rest against the cleft of Jimin’s ass, hands resting at Jimin’s waist. His wetness coats him so deliciously he can’t help but grind up against his ass, pressing closer to Jimin’s rim, gaping and ready for him. Jimin gasps out loud. Taehyung chuckles, a strained noise.
“Want it?” he breathes, brushing his nose on Jimin’s cheek. Jimin’s fingers dig crescents into his biceps in response. Taehyung’s sure if he teases any more, Jimin will let his claws out. But still. “Tell me, baby.”
“Been telling you,” Jimin snaps in a strangled voice. His hips rocking against Taehyung’s cock a contrast to how irritated he sounds.“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me - oh.”
It’s all Taehyung needs to hear, pushing in slowly, inhaling sharply at how easily Jimin sucks him in. They both moan as he slides in all the way, Jimin clutching at his arms desperately.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groans when he bottoms out, cock completely encased by Jimin’s wet heat. “So fucking tight, Jimin.” Jimin’s trembling below him, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the stretch. Taehyung kisses his forehead sloppily, partly to prevent himself from slamming into Jimin before he’s ready. Thumbs stroking heated, sweaty skin, Taehyung’s breathing comes out ragged at the overwhelming pleasure that’s overtaking him.
So he can’t help his cry of relief when Jimin nods at him to move, pulling out and slamming back in. Jimin cries out, squeezing his legs around Taehyung tightly as he starts up a quick, relentless pace, fucking into Jimin brutally, all his patience from before gone. Loud squelching noises fill the room as Taehyung pounds into him, Jimin’s slick coating his cock, making each thrust smooth. Jimin’s sobbing incoherently, holding Taehyung’s arms so tight he’s definitely going to leave bruises, unable to do anything but lie there and take it, overcome by the force of Taehyung’s thrusts.
“You’re so good, baby,” Taehyung praises, angling his hips differently as he thrusts in again, fucking in deeper. Jimin is so hot and perfect around his cock, squeezing him just right. And he looks so good getting fucked; kiss-swollen mouth parted open as he cries, eyes lidded and fluttering closed from the pleasure, sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead. The perfect picture of heated debauchery. It makes something dark and possessive curl up in Taehyung’s gut.
At his next thrust Jimin lets out a desperate howl and Taehyung knows he’s found his prostate. He keeps at it, rutting into Jimin with renewed vigor, panting loudly with his efforts. Jimin’s eyes are scrunched tight as Taehyung fucks sweet screams out of him, both of them far too gone to even think about being embarrassed about the volume. The sound of skin slapping skin, Taehyung’s balls hitting sloppily against Jimin’s ass, is just as loud as Jimin’s cries as Taehyung gets him closer and closer to release.
“Close,” he manages to moan, arching his back a little, legs beginning to shake around Taehyung. “So - close - “ He sneaks a hand down to his cock but Taehyung quickly intercepts, slapping it away.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Taehyung orders, pinning Jimin’s wrists to the bed, ignoring his whimpered protests. He licks up Jimin’s neck, lapping at the sweat that collected at his collarbones and nips at the skin in warning. He wants Jimin to come untouched, just from his cock. Wants to see how desperate he gets. That in mind, he grips Jimin’s wrists tightly as he ups the pace, thrusting into Jimin’s prostate repeatedly. Taking him roughly, violently, like he wants Jimin to feel it for weeks.
“Ohhh,” Jimin’s entire body shudders, arching so much into Taehyung that his hips lift from the bed. As he lets out a last strangled scream, his cock twitches in between them and then he’s coming, so much it spurts all over his chest. Groaning low at the way he clenches tightly around him as he comes, Taehyung fucks Jimin through his orgasm, grinding his cock deep inside him.
He only stills when Jimin collapses back onto the bed, exhausted but sated. Leans down to lap at the cum that’s splattered all over Jimin’s torso, swirling his tongue around one of Jimin’s nipples. Jimin whines at the touches and he pulls away, brushing back his sweaty bangs affectionately. “You okay, Jiminie?”
“Mmm,” Jimin catches his hand, bringing it down to press a kiss to the inside of Taehyung’s wrist. He looks ridiculously content and Taehyung feels ridiculously proud of himself. “I’m perfect.”
“Yes you are,” Taehyung agrees cheekily, waggling his eyebrows. Jimin rolls his eyes but kisses Taehyung’s wrist again with an agreeable hum. Taehyung’s still hard inside of him and he rocks his hips down slightly. His breath catches, pushing in deeper inside and Jimin moans loudly, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “One more?” he asks hoarsely. It’s rhetorical, he hasn’t even knotted Jimin yet, but it never hurts to asks. There’s no need, since Jimin’s frantically nodding and rutting back on his cock, clearly gearing up for more.
Jimin’s always more lucid after his second orgasm, the desperate heat in his veins starting to settle. More lucid means more coherent, and soon it’s his turn to whimper praise as Taehyung moves up on his knees, pulling his legs apart to fuck into him deeper. Taehyung likes this position because he can watch how his cock drives in and out of Jimin, how eagerly Jimin takes him.“You fuck me so good, Tae,” he cries, rolling his hips fluidly with Taehyung’s thrusts. “Love your cock, want you to knot me, w-want you to fill me up - “
“Yeah baby,” Taehyung growls. His hands slide down to Jimin’s thighs and he’s tugging him up, manhandling him so that Jimin’s sitting pretty on top of him. He’s startled for maybe a second but starts rolling his hips again, fucking himself on Taehyung’s cock with shaky legs while Taehyung helps guide him.
In this position, head thrown back to show off the gorgeous span of his neck, mouth panting and open as he rides him, Taehyung’s thoughts shift for a moment. Thinks about sinking his fangs in, finally marking Jimin as his, Jimin doing the same to him. They’re so wrapped up in each other’s scents that anyone with a working nose would know they’re together, but still. Lessons throughout the years from both his parents and teachers have warned him about the dangers of mating too early. Too many tragedies that have come from it, people losing the chance to find their true mates, people recovering from the trauma of removing mate marks.
So Taehyung’s always been careful to not bring the subject up. He and Jimin are still in their twenties with plenty of time to figure out all this shit out. But Taehyung knows, has always known, that it’s always been Jimin. From the moment they met when they were pups, when Jimin was still too shy to look at people directly. When Taehyung was too young to grasp the gravity behind looking at Jimin’s smile and feeling his world tilt on its axis. Too young for him to understand what it meant for Jimin’s smell to feel like home, from the very beginning.
And with Jimin’s heat coming early...
But now’s not the place for that kind of thinking because Jimin’s wailing as he works himself on Taehyung’s cock, breaking him out of his momentary daze, cock starting to swell and catch on Jimin’s rim every time he fucks down. There’s slick spread all over Taehyung’s thighs and his body’s overheating, tongue lolling out as he watches Jimin ride him. Jimin, in all his sweaty beautiful glory. Jimin, who’s always so good and so perfect for him. And honestly, for right now the mating shit doesn’t really matter because Jimin is his.
“Mine,” he growls loudly, voicing his thoughts. Because there’s no way he can’t not get possessive, not when Jimin looks like this bouncing pretty on his cock. Not when he’s this close, feeling his knot starting to form. Grips Jimin’s hips tight as he fucks up into him harder, balls slapping loudly against Jimin’s ass. “Mine, you’re mine.”
“Yes,” Jimin cries back, finding purchase on Taehyung’s shoulders, resting his forehead against Taehyung’s. Body going lax as Taehyung starts doing all the work again, thrusting upwards until his knot’s formed completely, filling Jimin up and stretching him wide. “Yes - all - yours - “ he gasps, panting loudly when Taehyung’s buried deep inside, rocking Jimin roughly on his knot. Every movement presses into his prostate until Jimin’s cheeks are wet with tears from the stimulation.
“Love you, baby,” Taehyung groans when he feels his balls tighten in lieu of his orgasm. “Love you so much, take me so well, you’re so good - “ With a final rock upwards, he’s coming, buried deep inside Jimin, knot pulsing as he fills him up. Jimin’s mouth is open in a silent scream as he comes for the third time, triggered by Taehyung’s release. Taehyung holds him tight, cradling Jimin’s body to his as he shivers through his prolonged orgasm. Jimin rests his cheek on Taehyung’s shoulder, letting out little gasps and whimpers. “Deep breaths, Jiminie,” Taehyung reminds him, his own breathing ragged and strained.
They stay there for a moment, curled up in one another, the scent of Jimin’s heat slowly subsiding. Both of them are sweaty messes, covered in Jimin’s cum and slick, but Taehyung wouldn’t have it any other way. He kisses Jimin’s neck, eliciting a happy sigh from him. Jimin’s body is slumped against his but he jostles him a little, despite his moans as he shifts on his knot, to take a proper look at him.
Jimin always glows when his heat calms down, looking fucked out and sated, and Taehyung never tires of looking at him. Drinks in every detail of his face to commit it to memory. Jimin’s aware of his habit, humoring him with a quiet whisper of “pervert.” Taehyung’s not a pervert - he just likes seeing the product of his efforts, thanks very much. His phone has plenty of pictures depicting Jimin’s pretty post-orgasmic bliss.
His fingers dance along Jimin’s throat, right where he’s always envisioned marking him. Stroking the soft skin, the question slips without his permission: “Do you want it?”
Jimin’s eyes are wide with surprise. Taehyung panics. Shit. “I mean,” he stammers awkwardly, scrambling for something else to say to cover up his slip of the tongue. “Uh, well -”
“Of course I want it,” Jimin interrupts hotly. He looks at Taehyung like he's said something very stupid. Perhaps he has. Taehyung’s a little too awe-struck by Jimin’s answer to pay attention to his tone.
“Really?” he asks dumbly. “You mean it?”
“Would my heat have come this early if I didn't mean it?” Jimin shoots back. Taehyung winces. Right. Wheein had cornered him a month ago, lecturing him about the common events that usually led up to official mating of two wolves. Early heat cycles had been one of them. Taehyung had ignored her then, didn’t really want to think about it. Still doesn’t really want to think about it. Mating is scary. That shit is for life. .
But a life without Jimin is even scarier to think about.
“I just,” Taehyung struggles for words. His head’s all over the place. “When we were kids you always - “
“We’re not kids anymore, Taetae,” Jimin huffs. Taehyung whines a little, lowering his head. It’s a little weird to be having this conversation while still knotted inside of him all things considering. But then again, Taehyung can’t think of “ideal” circumstances for this conversation to begin with.
Jimin’s eyes soften at him. “I wanna be yours,” he admits bashfully, cheeks turning pink. “Want to wear your mark, want you to wear mine.” He hesitates a little, brushing his hand against where Taehyung’s is, still on his throat. “I want it to be real.”
Taehyung’s heart jumps in his chest. “You idiot,” he chokes, emotion overcoming logic with his next words. “You’ve always been mine. We’ve always been real.” He takes Jimin’s hand and presses it over his chest, so he can feel how fast it’s beating. “Right here.” Jimin carved a spot in Taehyung’s heart and crept inside so long ago, Taehyung can’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with him.
A smile blooms on Jimin’s face, tender and pleased. “Cheesy fucker,” he teases fondly and Taehyung laughs, leaning in to rub their noses together in an Eskimo kiss.
“I love you,” he tells Jimin seriously, voice thick with affection.
Jimin pecks his nose.“Love you too idiot.”
He looks like he has more to say, opening his mouth to continue but a loud yawn comes out instead. Usually they would be sleeping by now, getting energy back for whenever Jimin’s heat struck again. Taehyung pulls him into his arms, lying down gently on his side so that Jimin can rest his head on his chest.
“Sleep,” he commands, running a hand down Jimin’s back. “We can talk about this later.”
“We can talk about it now,” Jimin protests but his eyes are already drifting closed, lulled by Taehyung’s warm hands. Taehyung watches him fall asleep, amazed at how his heart can feel so light and full at the same time.
They have tomorrow. And the rest of their lives after.