Helpless

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin
Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Relationship, Rutting, Mating
Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Self-Lubrication, Smut, lots and lots of sin,
alpha!yoongi, omega!jimin, Spanking, If you search really hard, Dirty
Talk, Begging, Praise Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Consensual Non-
Consent, Breathplay, Choking, Rimming, Come Inflation, Felching,
Come Marking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Biting, Bruises, Marking,
Scent Marking, Masturbation, Kinda, Rough Sex, Come Eating, Come
Swallowing, Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Face-Fucking,
Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, Facials, Snowballing,
Teasing, Nipple Play, Aftercare, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, well
theres some fluff at the end, actually more than i had planned for,
whoops
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Less is More
Stats: Published: 2016-10-05 Words: 11,910 Chapters: 1/1
 Helpless
by spookyjkk (Untested_Waters)

Summary

Yoongi goes into his rut and Jimin helps him through it for the first time. (aka they have
gross, messy sex non-stop for a few days)

Notes

IMPORTANT: I want you all to know that I drew inspiration for this from fatal's if i get in, i
just might drown It's JiKook (ugh, my jikook heart is slain) and fabulous. Please go over and
give that story lots of love!

See the end of the work for more notes

It’s annoying, the way Yoongi can feel himself getting progressively more irritated. He can
hardly talk to anyone without snapping at them and he has this burning itch under his skin
that makes him want to smash all of the dishes in the dorm. He feels like someone had
injected him with an unsafe amount of adrenaline and he can’t stop it from blazing a trail
through his veins. Nearly every little thing sets him off and it’s only made worse by the fact
that everyone keeps their distance. Yoongi knows they’re trying to help, being respectful of
his obvious pre-rut syndromes but honestly the fact that his friends are avoiding him like the
plague only makes it worse.

Namjoon is one of the exceptions. He seems like he’s always there to help Yoongi cool off.
Yoongi is an alpha, yes, but Namjoon is the pack alpha and despite how his instincts scream
at him in protest, in the end, he has to submit to Namjoon if the other really wants him to.
Namjoon isn’t like that, though. Yoongi can count the number of times Namjoon has used his
“alpha voice” on him on one hand. Usually it’s for the best anyway.

Jungkook avoids him more than anyone else, obviously wanting to keep from getting into a
confrontation with Yoongi. To be fair, the kid does push his buttons pretty easily, mainly an
instinctual alpha rivalry thing. Jungkook is young too so it makes it worse when he tries to
butt heads with Yoongi. God, he wants to strangle the kid sometimes.

Tae and Hobi are staying holed up in their room under the guise of “It’s not you, hyung,
we’re just tired”. The two betas certainly aren’t fooling anyone, least of all Yoongi.

Jin obviously keeps his distance as an omega. If he were in heat it’d be a different story but
there’s something instinctive about an omega keeping away from an alpha about to enter a
rut. It’s survival instinct; alphas are dangerous, after all. Needless to say, Jin sticks by
Namjoon’s side mostly, so he’s not really avoiding Yoongi but the message is clear anyway.

And then there’s Jimin. Yoongi appreciates his closeness, really he does, but he thinks the
animal inside of him appreciates it more. There’s something so very intoxicating about
Jimin’s scent, something like citrus and cream on a tropical breeze. It sounds gay, but really,
it’s just so sweet and appealing that Yoongi can’t help but want to be near it. And Jimin
doesn’t seem to be put off by the early stages of Yoongi’s rut like everyone else is. He stays
just as close to him as ever; they sit close together when they watch movies, he places his
hand on Yoongi’s shoulder when he’s talking during their many appearances, he even keeps
Yoongi company during his late nights in the studio. Just like he always does. Nothing
changes with Jimin; that’s the comforting part.

Unfortunately, the downside is Jimin’s scent. Yoongi’s baser instincts are pushing him, telling
him to get closer to Jimin so he can fuck the omega open once his rut starts. The animal part
of him wants to tell Jimin to bend over, stay still and let him fuck his ever loving brains out.
It’s even more of a turn on to think that Jimin would do it too, not just because his omega
instincts would force him to listen to Yoongi but because he’s always so pliant and eager to
please that Yoongi has no doubt that if Jimin thought it would help his hyung out, he’d
immediately plunge to his knees and swallow his cock greedily or lay himself out naked with
his ass up in the air, presenting his tight, wet, little hole for Yoongi.
Yoongi groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. It’s really a terrible train of thought to get lost
on. Half the members are out and the other half locked in their room, leaving Yoongi alone
sprawled out on the couch. Being so close to his rut, it’s probably best for him to stay home,
but he still hates it. He’d rather be at the studio working on lyrics with Namjoon but his
friend had all but put him on house arrest. Admittedly, it’s for the best.

Unfortunately, Namjoon thought it’d be a good idea to leave Yoongi in the house alone with
Taehyung and Hoseok. Oh, and Jimin, of course. Seokjin had left a few minutes ago to “run
some errands” but Yoongi had seen through the forced smile on his face as he left, asking
Yoongi if he needed anything. Of course Namjoon had brought Jungkook to the studio with
him, leaving Yoongi as the only alpha in the house, which Yoongi thinks is pretty stupid but
obviously no one cares about his opinion on the matter.

But Yoongi is itching and restless and desperately wants to sink his teeth into something.
He’s on edge, ready to start his rut any second, and hating the thought of it. He should really
get up, lock himself in his room so he can’t do anything stupid but he’s feeling lazy. It can
wait another few minutes.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin are holed up in their shared room so really they’re not bothering
Yoongi and he’s not bothering them either, but just thinking about the young, healthy omega
in the other room has the animal inside of Yoongi howling with need.

After his mind starts wandering to what it would be like to taste Jimin’s slick, shoving his
tongue deep into the boy’s hole, he decides that he really does need to get up and lock
himself in his room. His shirt is sticking to him with sweat and his jeans are becoming
uncomfortable as he makes his way down the hallway.

As he walks past the door to the room Jimin shares with Taehyung and Hoseok, he can hear
the muffled sound of their laughter and stops for a moment, relishing the sound. He honestly
wishes he could skip the whole rut thing and just relax with his friends, but no. His alpha
biology won’t allow that. How he envies Tae and Hobi for not having to deal with this.

As he stands there thinking, some scuffling comes from the other side of the door and
suddenly it’s opening and Jimin is bumping into Yoongi in his haste to get out of the room.

Jimin’s scent hits Yoongi like a ton of freaking bricks. He actually groans as he breathes in,
immediately leaning in to take a deeper whiff. He unconsciously backs Jimin against the door
he had closed quickly behind himself, not even noticing his own actions until a soft whimper
escapes Jimin’s lips.

Gritting his teeth and swallowing dryly, Yoongi forces himself away with a shove against the
wall and without looking at Jimin, turns his back and walks quickly to his own room,
throwing the door open and slamming it behind him once he’s safely inside.

Jimin’s scent is still stuck in his nostrils and it has his rut rearing in full force as the desperate
need to fuck overcomes him. God, he just wants something hot and wet and tight. Yoongi
groans, pressing the heel of his palm against his hard cock through his jeans.
It’s safe to say that Yoongi and Jimin are an item. They kiss, they hold hands, they go on
dates, they have sex; Yoongi has even helped Jimin through his heats. But it’s a kind of
unspoken rule that Yoongi deals with his ruts alone. It’s not because Yoongi doesn’t trust
Jimin to take care of him; no it’s actually quite the opposite. He doesn’t trust himself with
Jimin. An alpha in a rut is a dangerous thing; an insatiable beast takes over Yoongi and the
last thing he wants is to hurt Jimin.

But god does he want him to come in here right now so Yoongi can bend him over and fuck
him properly.

His rut is going to be nothing more than three days of Yoongi fucking his own fist and
humping his bed sheets, stinking up the room he shares with Seokjin with alpha pheromones
so potent they could send an omega into heat. That’s dangerous territory for an unmated
omega to be in. Yoongi doesn't want that for Jimin.

Just as Yoongi is crawling onto his bed, not even tugging his jeans off but just rutting against
his sheets, there’s a knock on his door. “H-Hyung?”

Yoongi is going to have to kill Jimin.

A moan rips its way out of Yoongi’s throat in response. “Hyung, can I come in?”

Yoongi grits his teeth as he rolls onto his back. “No!” he bites out. “Go away Jimin!”

There’s a long pause before Jimin speaks again and Yoongi almost sighs in relief, thinking
he’s actually listened to him for once. “Hyung, I can help. Please let me help you.” Jimin’s
voice is soft and sweet, though slightly muffled by the door.

Where the hell are Hoseok and Taehyung? They should be keeping Jimin from doing
something stupid like this. That’s literally all they’re good for in situations like this anyway.

“Jimin, you’re not thinking straight. You’re just saying that because you can smell my rut and
your instincts are telling you to breed,” Yoongi calls back, now actively rubbing himself
through his jeans. God, he’s so close already, just from the sound of Jimin’s voice and what
little of his scent he can pick up through the door.

Suddenly the door opens and there stands Jimin, looking angrier than he has any right to be.
“That’s not true hyung. You know how I feel about you. I want to help you. You always help
me so why can’t I help you? That’s hardly fair.” Jimin’s little speech isn’t enough to get
Yoongi to stop thrusting his hips up into his hand, but the intensified scent and the sight of
him is enough to push him over the edge and with a grunt, Yoongi’s coming, soiling his
boxers.

It’s frustrating, how he stays as hard as ever, just as desperate for a hole to fuck. He’s on his
feet quicker than he wants to be, hardly having the presence of mind to close the door before
he’s slamming Jimin against the wall roughly, his mouth latching onto the side of Jimin’s
neck.
Jimin yelps, his hands coming up to clutch at Yoongi’s shirt as his head lolls to the side,
muscles in his neck going slack in a display of submission that has Yoongi growling his
approval. “Stupid omega,” he murmurs in Jimin’s ear. “If you regret this later, I’ll never
forgive myself,” he says seriously, between the nips of his teeth against the scent gland in
Jimin’s neck and Christ the smell is overwhelming.

“I could never regret anything with you, hyung,” Jimin whispers, turning to press a light kiss
against Yoongi’s cheek. Apparently those words are good enough for Yoongi because he’s
already tearing at Jimin’s shorts, getting them off quickly and not caring about his shirt. Jimin
fumbles with the button of Yoongi’s jeans before Yoongi pushes his hands away, handling it
himself.

He doesn’t push his jeans off yet though; instead he reaches behind to grope Jimin’s ass,
nuzzling his face into his neck and scenting him. He finds a wet spot at the back of Jimin’s
snug boxer briefs and it has him groaning in pleasure. “Oh God, baby, you’re so wet for me
already. Do you want hyung to fuck you that badly?” he asks teasingly, biting at Jimin’s ear.

Jimin whines softly, his arms wrapping tightly around Yoongi’s neck. “Yes, hyung, I want it
so bad. I’ve been smelling your rut for days and I need your cock.”

All of Yoongi’s instincts are pushing him to rip off Jimin’s underwear and just thrust himself
into that tight heat but he knows that’s a terrible idea, even with how much slick Jimin’s body
has produced. Yoongi pulls Jimin away from the wall, moving so he can lay on his back on
the bed before he says, “Baby, take those off and come here, I need you to sit on my face.”

Jimin whines, face going pink at Yoongi’s words. He hurries to do as Yoongi’s said and once
he’s disrobed, places his knees next to Yoongi’s shoulders. Yoongi wastes no time as he
buries his face in Jimin’s crack, licking a long stripe up from his balls to his hole. The sweet
taste of slick is overwhelmingly satisfying and Yoongi wants to drown in it. Jimin moans
above him, his small hands finding purchase on Yoongi’s abdomen to steady himself.

“Baby, hyung needs you to do him a favor. Can you wrap those pretty lips around my cock,
huh? Can you do that for me? God, I just need you so bad, Minie,” Yoongi says breathlessly
as he palms at Jimin’s ass, spreading his cheeks so he could look at the little pink hole
waiting for him.

“Y-Yes hyung,” Jimin says dutifully before reaching for Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi shifts to help
Jimin move his jeans and boxers out of the way enough to free his heavy, aching cock. It
makes a sick picture, really. Yoongi, mostly clothed, with his cock out and Jimin perched
atop him, completely naked and dripping wet.

Yoongi can’t help but groan when Jimin mouths at his cock. “Baby don’t tease me,” he
growls, slapping at one of Jimin’s ass cheeks to get him to pick up the pace. He whimpers
quietly before bending diligently to his task, placing the head of Yoongi’s cock between his
lips and laving his tongue over it.

Yoongi presses his own tongue to Jimin’s waiting hole, licking over it in broad strokes until
it’s glistening with Yoongi’s spit. Just as Jimin sinks down on his cock, Yoongi sucks harshly
on the rim of his hole and Jimin nearly chokes as he moans around his mouthful. Yoongi
pulls back, licking his lips and thumbing at Jimin’s hole as he relishes the feeling of Jimin’s
lips over his cock. The boy was made to suck cock, really. Those pretty plump lips and that
devilish tongue working over his length have him approaching his second climax rapidly.

“You want my fingers baby?” Yoongi asks, voice husky and deep from arousal. Jimin whines,
unable to answer with the way Yoongi is lifting his hips on a rhythm, shoving his cock further
into Jimin’s mouth.

Yoongi pushes two fingers into the slick mess of Jimin’s hole right away, wanting to hurry
the process along so he can fuck him sooner rather than later. The squeeze around his fingers
is maddeningly arousing and the way that Jimin whimpers at the stretch doesn’t help either.
Yoongi shushes him softly, placing a gentle kiss on his ass cheek as he begins pumping his
fingers in and out of his hole.

Once Yoongi has three fingers buried deep inside of him, Jimin pulls off his cock and presses
his forehead to Yoongi’s hip, nearly sobbing at the way Yoongi’s fingertips rubs incessantly
over his prostate. “Y-Yoongi...hyung, please.”

“What Jimin? You want me to fuck you, hm? You want my thick alpha cock up your ass, is
that it?” Yoongi taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. Jimin gasps his breaths, nodding. “Tell
me. Tell me how much you need my knot, you little slut.”

It takes a minute for Jimin to find his words, but when he does they’re absolutely filthy.
“Please, alpha. Please, I need your knot so badly. My hole feels so empty without it. Want
you to fuck me full of your cum.” Yoongi’s cock twitches.

“Make me come. Make me come with that pretty mouth of yours and swallow all my cum
and then I’ll fuck you senseless like you deserve,” Yoongi promises, withdrawing his fingers
to give Jimin an incentive to hurry up. Jimin groans but immediately wraps his lips back
around Yoongi’s cock, bobbing his head quickly just as he knows Yoongi likes to try and get
him off as quickly as possible. It works, because in the next minute Yoongi’s whole body is
tense as another load of cum spurts from his cock into Jimin’s waiting mouth. “Good boy,” he
grunts, eyes pinched shut.

Jimin licks at Yoongi’s still-hard cock, obviously wanting to do a good job swallowing all of
Yoongi’s cum but Yoongi doesn’t have the patience anymore. He manhandles Jimin, pushing
at him until he settles himself over Yoongi’s hips. Yoongi wants Jimin to ride him while he
still has the energy.

The feeling of finally, finally sliding his cock into Jimin’s tight, wet heat is unlike any other.
It’s such a relief that Yoongi actually lets out a whoosh of breath as Jimin groans above him,
sinking down harshly onto his cock. His hands rested on Yoongi’s chest, his small fingers
gripping the white cotton fabric of Yoongi’s shirt.

Yoongi’s hands settle onto Jimin’s thighs, holding tightly but not forcing Jimin’s movements
in any way. “C’mon, ride me, Jiminie. Ride me until you come, baby boy,” he says, looking
up at Jimin.
Jimin nods quickly, rocking his hips back and forth experimentally before his thighs tense
under Yoongi’s fingers as he lifts himself up and drops himself roughly back down on
Yoongi’s cock. They both groan at the feeling, even as it’s fleeting when Jimin lifts himself
back up right away. Soon he’s bouncing on Yoongi’s cock in earnest, slick dripping out of
him to coat Yoongi’s entire pelvis and create a cacophony of wet squelching sounds.

Minutes pass and Yoongi feels himself nearing his peak again. He can tell Jimin is close
when he starts to continuously let out little high pitched moans and his limbs start shaking.
His thighs twitch and his hands tremble and he worries his bottom lip between his teeth and
god Yoongi can’t help but admire how pretty he is.

The thought doesn’t last long, though, Yoongi’s body much more concerned about coming,
wanting so desperately to coat Jimin’s insides with his cum, pumping him so full that it spills
out past his cock. He’s so close, so so close and he just needs --

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hips roughly, guiding his movements so he falls harshly onto his cock,
clenching tightly around him. Christ, it feels so good. “You feel so good, baby, so good for
me,” he mutters, beginning to thrust up into him, chasing after the feeling of brief relief.

Yoongi groans as he comes, spilling into Jimin’s hole and making the boy quiver at the
feeling of being filled. Jimin continues riding Yoongi, mostly under the guidance of Yoongi’s
hands. He’s keening, a high noise caught in the back of his throat as he gasps for air, trying
desperately to come without touching himself, just like he knows Yoongi likes.

“C’mon, come for me, Jimin. Come so pretty like I know you can,” Yoongi says. At the
sound of Yoongi’s deep, gruff voice, Jimin’s shaking arms finally give out and he falls against
Yoongi, chest-to-chest, whimpering. Yoongi strokes a hand down Jimin’s back, fingers
gliding through the thin sheen of sweat there.

Finally, on Yoongi’s next few well-placed thrusts, Jimin’s hole tightens around him and cum
splashes across Yoongi’s abdomen, hot and thick. “Y-Yoongi!” Jimin shouts, his fingers
lacing into Yoongi’s hair to ground himself. His legs are positively shaking, still bracketing
Yoongi’s hips. As a matter of fact, his entire body shakes at this point so Yoongi reaches up to
stroke his hair.

“Shh… You did so good, baby, so good for me, so pretty.” Jimin mewls softly at the praise,
still panting and trying to catch his breath.

Minutes pass before Yoongi moves again, shifting so he can pull himself out of Jimin and roll
his lover onto his back. Jimin protests weekly, trying to cling to Yoongi but Yoongi holds
firm, wanting to make sure Jimin is okay before his rut consumes his thoughts and actions
again.

Jimin’s eyes close when his head hits the pillow but Yoongi thinks he stays awake as he
begins to check the his body for any sign that he was too rough. There are dark marks on his
thighs and hips, from Yoongi’s fingertips pressing harshly, but other than that he seems to be
fine.
Yoongi’s fingers press against Jimin’s abused hole and Jimin whines, cracking his eyes open
and lightly pushing on Yoongi’s arm to try to get him to stop. “Hyung, no… You’ll make it
come out. Gotta -- I gotta keep it in,” he said, voice quiet and rough from wearing it out.

It’s cute, Jimin wanting to keep his cum inside him. Yoongi says as much, cooing at him
gently and continuing to press his fingers against Jimin’s hole anyway, despite the fact that
yes, his cum and a mess of slick do leak out. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fuck it back into you.
Would you like that?” he murmurs, mouthing along Jimin’s jaw and exposed neck, nipping at
the soft skin there in hopes that it would bruise.

Jimin nods and turns his face towards Yoongi, seeking his mouth with his own. Yoongi
complies easily enough, pressing his lips gently against Jimin’s before parting his lips with
his tongue, deepening the kiss into a slick mess as he presses his fingers into Jimin’s soaking
hole.

“Mmm...hyung, ‘s’too much…” he mumbles against Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi gives him another kiss as he moves himself to hover over Jimin, spreading his thighs
with firm, strong hands. “You can do this baby, I know you can. You’re so good to me,” he
says before he slides his cock back into Jimin’s waiting hole.

Jimin moans underneath him, his hands grasping at the headboard above him as Yoongi picks
up a steady, brutal pace.

It isn’t really fair to Jimin but Yoongi wants to fuck him standing up solely for the
satisfaction he’ll get when Jimin comes and his legs give out. It’ll be a sight to see for sure.
Jimin’s cheek presses against the wood of the door, sweat and spit smearing against the
surface. His hands scrabble on the wood, trying to find purchase as Yoongi fucks into him
from behind. He’s bent at the waist, his back arching beautifully and his legs spread just
enough to let Yoongi spread his cheeks and watch his own cock disappear into the greedy
little hole.

At this point, Jimin is just as far gone as Yoongi is. “Hah...Yoongi-hyung! Oh, please,
pleasepleaseplease!”

“Please what baby? What do you want?” Yoongi taunts, leaning over Jimin’s back so their
sweat-slick bodies press against each other. It takes a lot of effort, but Yoongi slows his
thrusts so he can tease Jimin with the lack of feeling.

Jimin groans, pressing back against Yoongi. “Wanna--wanna come, please let me come, I
need it, want your knot, alpha--alpha, please, I--”

Yoongi grins against Jimin’s neck, growling possessively when Jimin’s head lolls between his
shoulders, going slack in a display of submission as he bares his neck to Yoongi. God, how
he wants to sink his teeth in and mark him properly. He doesn’t, though, just bites down hard
enough to make the skin bruise prettily, leaving mark after mark high up on Jimin’s throat so
he’ll have a hard time covering them up. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you mine,” he breathes
heatedly into Jimin’s ear. “I’m gonna show everyone, show the whole world exactly who
owns you. Who’s the only one who fucks you like this baby? Who, huh? Tell me.”

“Y-You…” Jimin mumbles, clearly more focused on pushing himself back on Yoongi’s cock
than he is on answering his questions.

Yoongi takes a firm grip on Jimin’s hips to keep him from moving. “Huh? What was that?
Tell the world baby. Let them know. Scream my name,” Yoongi whispers, biting the lobe of
Jimin’s ear roughly.

Jimin wails as Yoongi’s hips slam against his own and he’s nearly sobbing with need now.
“Y-Yoongi...Yoongi! Yoongi-hyung!” he shouts, his voice growing louder and louder as
Yoongi fucks him with a renewed vigor.

Feeling generous, Yoongi reaches to grip Jimin’s cock, stroking firmly until he’s coming all
over Yoongi’s hand and the door in front of him, a sob escaping his lips as his oversensitive
walls continue to be assaulted by Yoongi’s strong thrusts.

Yoongi raises his cum-soaked hand to cover Jimin’s mouth, pushing his fingers into the
warm, wet cavern, feeding Jimin his own cum. Jimin laps it up eagerly as his legs begin to
tremble, quivering with a ferocity that has Yoongi wrapping his other arm around his waist,
prepared to catch him when his knees buckle.

“Just hang on for a little bit, Jiminie. Hyung’s so close, so close because of you, being so
good for me, coming so pretty.” Jimin moans around the fingers in his mouth and that’s when
his legs give out and his weight slumps into Yoongi’s hold. “Shh, shh, don’t worry, I’ve got
you,” Yoongi murmurs, but it’s hard to keep control of his voice when he’s coming at the
sight of Jimin being a shaking mess.

At some point Jimin dozes off or passes out, Yoongi can hardly tell the difference. Either way
he’s unconscious and maybe Yoongi had slept a little too but he doesn’t remember. All he can
think about is the ache of his cock and how badly he needs to get off.

Jimin looks a right mess, all spread out on the soiled sheets. His hair fans around him on the
pillow like a halo and Yoongi has enough presence of mind to at least appreciate his beauty.
Hickeys litter his neck and bruises adorn his thighs and hips. There’s sweat and cum and slick
all over him and Yoongi can’t help but think he looks best like this. He smells nice too, a
magnificent mixture of his own pleasantly tropical scent and Yoongi’s smoky musk.

It’s enough to have Yoongi hard the instant he’s aware of himself again and he wastes no time
in moving over so he’s atop Jimin again. Jimin’s face is free from stress, completely relaxed,
mouth hanging open as he breathes deeply. Yoongi pushes Jimin’s sweaty hair away from his
face, leaning to nuzzle the side of Jimin’s throat. His tongue laves the scent gland there,
tasting the sweetness of Jimin’s scent. Yoongi groans softly, rubbing his hard cock against the
smooth planes of Jimin’s stomach.

“God you’re so pretty…” Yoongi whispers, more to himself than to the sleeping beauty
beneath him.

Yoongi’s hands trail up Jimin’s sides. He wants to take this time to appreciate Jimin’s beauty
before his veins fill with adrenaline again and he knows he doesn’t have long to do it. His
fingers rub Jimin’s thighs, reveling in the slight give of the thin layer of fat before he meets
the resistance of muscle. They’re so thick and strong, just like the rest of Jimin, so healthy,
perfect to bear Yoongi’s pups.

Yoongi grits his teeth, moving lower so he can lift Jimin’s legs by his thighs, moving them
out of the way to bury his face into the plushness of his ass. What a perfect ass it is, so round
and perky, begging to be fucked. Yoongi runs a thumb over Jimin’s hole, which is pink and
swollen from being fucked but the sight of it only serves to turn Yoongi on more. It twitches
beneath Yoongi’s finger, so sensitive. He places kisses across Jimin’s ass, over his hole and
perineum, on his balls, before trailing his mouth over Jimin’s small, soft cock. Jimin’s always
had a cute cock. Though Yoongi guesses that he might be conditioned to think that an
omega’s naturally smaller cock is cute, he can’t help but feel as though Jimin’s is especially
attractive to him.

Jimin breathes out with a little too much voice, something akin to a whine in his sleep, as
Yoongi’s mouth trails wetly over his cock. Normally, Jimin might get hard in his sleep but
he’s so worn out that Yoongi isn’t surprised that he stays soft and stays asleep.

Yoongi kisses his way up Jimin’s body until he reaches Jimin’s pretty pink nipples. God,
every part of him is just adorable. Yoongi bends to take one of the pert little buds into his
mouth, running his tongue back and forth over it until Jimin shifts in his sleep, face pulling
tight in unconscious pleasure. Yoongi grins, sucking on the flesh in his mouth and rolling it
between his teeth, abusing the other with his deft fingers. He moves, now on a mission to
litter Jimin’s chest with marks from his teeth.

While he does it, he lets his own scent leak even more prominently, effectively marking Jimin
with his alpha scent. It all seems really silly outside of rut. The idea of marking someone with
his scent seems so old fashioned but in the moment all Yoongi wants is for his scent to
permeate Jimin so thoroughly that everyone knows he belongs to Yoongi and that they better
stay away from him.

“Mine,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning up to press featherlight kisses over Jimin’s face. “Mine,
mine, mine.”

Jimin still doesn’t wake up when Yoongi jerks himself off over Jimin’s chest, painting it with
his cum and smearing it around, pressing it into his skin with his fingers.
When Jimin wakes up to Yoongi coming inside of him again, he tells Yoongi that his ass
hurts and he needs a break. Yoongi apologizes with a swift kiss and rolls onto his back,
laying beside Jimin. Soon enough, though, the urge is back and he finds himself rutting
against Jimin’s leg, grunting in his ear.

That is until Jimin says, “Hyung, let me suck you off again. Fuck my mouth instead of my
ass.”

With a groan, Yoongi moves away from Jimin’s side so he can help him into a somewhat
seated position, propped against the headboard. Yoongi straddles his abdomen, leaning
forward with a hand around his cock so he can wipe the excess fluids off on Jimin’s face. The
omega whines softly, closing his eyes and mouth to let his alpha mark him. Only when
Yoongi’s cock rubs over his lips and his fingers touch his jaw to guide him does Jimin open
his mouth. It’s so provocative -- the simple, unquestioned obedience -- that Yoongi bites his
lip to keep from groaning.

It amazes Yoongi how Jimin is so attuned to him; he just knows exactly what Yoongi wants,
what he needs. He doesn’t try to take control and tease Yoongi; he doesn’t bob his head or
move his tongue. He just sits there with his jaw slack and his pretty eyes turned up to Yoongi.

Yoongi wishes he could take time to admire how beautiful Jimin is with his red, swollen lips
stretched around Yoongi’s cock but really all he can think about is stuffing his cock
repeatedly down his throat until he’s forced to swallow his cum.

Yoongi’s hand on Jimin’s jaw slides back, moving to take hold behind his ear, his thumb
resting against his temple, stroking slowly. His other hand takes a firm grip on Jimin’s hair
and he pulls him forward slowly, watching as his cock slides into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin
groans softly, breathing harshly through his nose as he keeps eye contact with Yoongi.

He sets a soft pace that way, more or less guiding Jimin’s mouth up and down his cock. He
takes it so well, occasionally whining when Yoongi’s cock touching the back of his throat or
humming quietly at the tug of Yoongi’s fingers in his hair. It’s so seductive, the picture Jimin
makes with his lips stretched wide around Yoongi’s cock, that it has the fire in Yoongi’s veins
positively surging.

It’s not long before Yoongi’s pace becomes quicker, rougher, until he’s stopped pulling Jimin
and instead just holds him in place as he fucks into his mouth. His jaw goes completely slack
and he closes his eyes against the urge to gag as Yoongi forces his cock down his throat. A
mess of spit and precum spills out of Jimin’s lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his chest.
Tears gather in his eyes as he gags a little, fingers digging into Yoongi’s hips to steady
himself.

Yoongi almost feels bad for using Jimin like that but it feels so good that he can’t find it in
himself to regret it. Instead, he lets a stream of praises spill past his lips in compensation.
“You’re so pretty like this baby and so, so good for me. You take care of me so well baby, so
good for your hyung,” he pants, his voice sounding deep and wrecked from the exertion.

Tears spill from Jimin’s eyes as he chokes on a noise. Yoongi hushes him softly, encouraging
him to stay quiet lest he actually hurt himself. Looking down at Jimin, Yoongi is overcome
with the strong desire to paint his face with his cum, to press it into his skin and mark him.

When he pulls Jimin off his cock, the omega gasps for air and coughs a couple times, but
quickly regains his composure, once again seeming to know exactly what Yoongi wants as he
closes his eyes and mouth and just sits there prettily, waiting. Yoongi groans at the wrecked
sight Jimin makes, muttering so good, baby, so good as he strokes his own cock once, twice
and then spills over his own hand, ropes of cum landing of Jimin’s face. He jumps a little, but
stays mostly still, letting Yoongi finish on his face.

When he’s done, Yoongi reaches and takes hold of Jimin’s face, wiping the cum on his own
hand off on Jimin’s cheek. Jimin leans into the touch, his fingers only now loosening their
hold on Yoongi’s hips, falling to rest on his thighs instead. Yoongi takes the time to smear the
mess on Jimin’s face, pushing some of the fluid into his hair and dragging some down his
neck. Jimin moves with his touches, letting him do as he pleases, even opening his mouth
obediently when Yoongi’s fingers press there to feed him what’s left over.

When he feels done, Yoongi moves off of Jimin, who coughs a couple times, his throat raw
and sore. Yoongi flops onto his side but gathers Jimin into his arms to hold him close so he
can whisper in his ear. “You’re so good to me, Jimin, so precious, so perfect, I love you so
much,” he says even though he thinks Jimin is already asleep again.

“I’m okay, hyung, I promise,” Jimin assures as he turns over, presenting his plush backside to
Yoongi. His voice sounds so scratchy and wrecked that Yoongi just knows they’re going to be
in big trouble when he’s supposed to go in to record.

Yoongi can’t help it as his hands automatically slide over Jimin’s ass, squeezing firmly even
as he checks in with him. “If I hurt you, you have to tell me so I can stop right away, okay?”
Yoongi says, pinching lightly at Jimin’s cheek to make sure he’s listening to him.

Yoongi thinks that Jimin rolls his eyes but he can’t be sure from his vantage point. He slaps
him lightly on the ass anyway, just in case. Jimin chuckles softly, dropping from his hands to
his elbows, letting his back arch beautifully for Yoongi.

Yoongi runs a large hand over the curve of Jimin’s back, ignoring the mess of filth that’s been
left there. He presses a thumb against the gape of Jimin’s hole, marveling at how slick still
oozes out. The omega body really is amazing, he thinks briefly, taking a quick second to
appreciate nature for creating something so perfect to satisfy his needs.

The thoughts flee quickly as Jimin pushes back with a whine, demanding all of Yoongi’s
attention again. Yoongi smirks as he presses forward, letting his cock fill Jimin’s hole slowly.
Jimin groans quietly, his head dropping down to rest on his crossed arms.

Yoongi rocks against him slowly, barely moving and Jimin pushes back, trying to gain more
friction. Yoongi’s hands grip Jimin’s hips to halt his momentum. The pace he sets is slow but
deep and it makes Jimin whimper when the tip of Yoongi’s cock brushes over his sensitive
prostate.

It’s enough until it isn’t. “Hyung…”

Yoongi leans over Jimin’s back, pressing their sweat and cum and slick covered bodies
together. “What baby? Are you okay?”

Jimin nods quickly and looks at Yoongi over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna break, hyung. I
want…”

Yoongi presses a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I know you won’t, baby. You’re so strong for me.
What do you want?” he asks, smoothing his hands down Jimin’s sides.

“I want you to be rough with me, Yoongi,” Jimin says, the low husk of his fucked-out voice
going straight to Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi nips at Jimin’s ear, a grin splitting his lips. “Alright, baby, buckle your seatbelt, then,”
he says as he sits back up, taking a firmer grip on Jimin’s hips so he can slam back into him
on his next thrust. Jimin’s voice cracks on a moan, his back arching deliciously as Yoongi
picks up a brutal pace, the sound of his balls slapping wetly against Jimin filling the room.

“Oh god, hyu-- oh my god, I-I--” Jimin babbles incoherently and Yoongi is entirely unsure of
what he wants to say, or even if he really wants to say anything. One of Yoongi’s hands
moves from Jimin’s hip, down his back to the nape of his neck, pushing down harshly. Jimin
takes the hint, moving his hands from under his head and out to the sides so Yoongi can press
his face into the mattress, holding him down firmly as he fucks into him.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you love my cock,” Yoongi
growls, pistoning his hips faster.

Jimin bites his lip harshly, clearly trying to gather his faculties enough to formulate words. “I-
- Oh, god, hyung, I-- it f-feels so good, so good--” He cuts off on a sob, pinching his eyes
shut to keep the tears gathering there from falling.

Only when he’s coming, spilling inside of Jimin and digging his fingers into his hip and neck
tighter, does Yoongi still, his hips flush against Jimin’s ass. He stays as hard as ever, even as
Jimin clenches on his cock, coming onto the bed sheets beneath him with a stuttered groan.
Jimin’s thighs tremble as his cock begins to soften and without Yoongi’s hold, he falls
completely flat on the bed, panting.

Cum and slick dribble out of Jimin’s hole as Yoongi flips him over, settling in between his
splayed legs. Yoongi looks up at his face, asking the silent question with his eyes. Jimin nods
subtly, trying to catch his breath. “Again, hyung, use me again,” he whispers, hands making
grabby motions but not leaving their resting place on the bed beside his head.

Yoongi groans at those words, leaning to press a quick, possessive kiss against Jimin’s lips
before he’s sliding back into the messy slick heat of Jimin.
Jimin whines constantly, the sensitivity of his rim and his prostate almost too much to bear.
Yoongi can’t even imagine how overstimulated he must feel but he’s such a trooper anyway,
taking everything Yoongi gives and asking for more. Yoongi fucks into him tirelessly, hands
splayed on Jimin’s heaving chest.

It’s obvious that Jimin tries to maintain eye contact with Yoongi but eventually his head tips
back and to the side, baring the side of his neck to Yoongi. It’s so tempting. It would be too
easy for Yoongi to lean and sink his teeth in, draw blood and mark Jimin properly so
everyone would know that he was Yoongi’s.

But he can’t. He knows that. It’s just Jimin’s body reacting naturally to him that makes him
offer his throat, not any actual desire to be claimed and mated. It’s something to talk about
outside of a rut, when they’re both in their right minds, not something to do on impulse
simply because his instincts tell him to.

But boy, are his instincts really shouting at him right now.

He ignores them, reaching for Jimin’s jaw so he can turn him forward again. Jimin gasps
sharply as Yoongi’s hand wraps high around his throat, his little hands coming to rest on
Yoongi’s wrist. Yoongi goes to pull his hand away, fearing that he’d crossed a line, but when
Jimin’s fingers tighten, he realizes they were there to encourage his hand, not pull it away.

Yoongi keeps eye contact with Jimin to make sure he knows he can back out before he
presses down more firmly on his neck. Jimin gasps again, his eyes going a little wide, but
looking sharper and more focused than he had for hours, maybe even days (honestly, Yoongi
has no idea how long they’ve been cooped up in this room at this point).

“If you need me to stop, pinch my arm, okay?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods as much as he can
with Yoongi’s hand tightening around his neck and Yoongi can feel the exact moment that
Jimin can no longer breathe and the rush of power, of control he feels is so overwhelmingly
heady and intoxicating that it has him moaning, long and low, as he continues fucking into
Jimin, panting harshly at the effort.

Jimin’s hands grip tightly at Yoongi’s forearm but he never pinches for him to stop. Yoongi
can feel the muscles in Jimin’s neck straining, working hard to be able to breathe to no avail.
Eventually Jimin’s grip slips and his eyes go unfocused and in the next moment, he’s
clenching around Yoongi’s cock, shivering with the force of a dry orgasm.

Yoongi immediately lifts his hand and just as Jimin takes a stuttering breath, he passes right
out. Yoongi groans, fucking into him even harder, desperately chasing his own release. It’s
not too long before he’s spilling into Jimin’s ass again, thick streams of cum filling him up so
much that Yoongi can now see Jimin’s stomach begin to swell with it. The thought is enough
to ruin Yoongi as he leans in to sink his teeth into Jimin’s chest, scattering purple marks over
him.

Jimin doesn’t stay unconscious for long, just until his breath regulates a little. He wakes up
on a wince as Yoongi nibbles on one of his nipples so Yoongi stops to look up at him.
Carefully, Yoongi pulls out of Jimin, who groans at the feeling. “Hyung...Yoongi-yah, that
hurts,” he says, his voice almost completely gone.
Yoongi presses a kiss to his abdomen. “I’m sorry, baby. You were so good for me, though,”
he praises, delighting in the way Jimin’s face goes pink at the compliment. Yoongi runs a
hand over Jimin’s swollen belly. “How’s this feel, Jimin? Being so full of my cum?”

Jimin whines softly as Yoongi presses against his stomach, the pressure creating a dull ache.
“So full, hyung,” is the best he can manage by means of response.

“Mmm,” Yoongi murmurs, lowering himself down so he can nudge Jimin’s thighs onto his
shoulders. “And so much is still dripping out, too. I bred you so well, didn’t I, baby?” he
says, licking some of the mess from Jimin’s gaping hole. It’s a unique taste, a mix of the
bitterness of Yoongi’s cum and the sweet delicacy of Jimin’s slick. It’s far more obscene than
it has any right to be but Yoongi’s so gone that he can’t find it in him to care.

He begins to eagerly slurp at Jimin’s hole, even as the boy’s thighs tense around his shoulders
and he keens softly above him. Yoongi laps up the cum that’s spilling steadily out of the loose
hole and gathers it into his mouth before moving back up Jimin’s body to give him a kiss.

Jimin, perfect angel that he is, turns his head to accept Yoongi’s kiss, opens his mouth
obediently when Yoongi prods with his tongue and accepts the mess of fluids from Yoongi’s
mouth without question, swallowing it down like he’s starving for it. And he doesn’t
complain when Yoongi goes back to do it twice more.

Yoongi’s almost sure it’s been at least two days at this point. He hasn’t looked at the clock a
single time and really has barely been paying attention to the sun (especially as the blinds
have been closed the entire time) but it just feels like he’s been fucking nonstop since the
dawn of time and the fatigue is starting to catch up to him. He’d woken Jimin up from sleep a
couple times to give him some water and force him to eat a little something but other than
that, his mind has been entirely elsewhere.

Unfortunately, the exhaustion doesn’t quite take over the need, the hunger, that the rut brings.
Yoongi had dozed a little bit, but nothing like the dead sleep that had taken over Jimin after
Yoongi had fucked him over his desk.

Jimin lays peacefully beside him, snoring softly in Yoongi’s ear. He’s flopped onto his
stomach to alleviate some of the pain in his ass, somehow having managed to sling his arm
around Yoongi and not let go. Yoongi’s face is nestled into Jimin’s hair, which is gross in all
sorts of ways but he doesn’t find it in him to care.

He pushes Jimin’s hair, which is stuck to itself with dry come and slick and sweat and god
knows what else, away from his eyes, smiling at the way Jimin’s cheek is smushes against the
bed. He really is too adorable for his own good.

Of course staring at him only makes Yoongi’s cock harden rapidly, ready to fuck him again.
He groans in frustration as he carefully disentangles himself from Jimin’s sleeping form to
get up.
He straddles Jimin’s thighs and grabs at his ass cheeks, spreading them to look at his used
hole. It’s red and gaping, the rim puffy and swollen, fucked raw; Yoongi can only imagine
how sore Jimin’s going to be when this is all over.

He thumbs the abused hole, which is covered in cum, both wet and dry, and still leaking slick
like Jimin’s body can sense Yoongi’s need even when he’s unconscious. Yoongi wants to fuck
him again, but he’d rather do it while he’s awake and he’s not sure if Jimin would be able to
handle two rounds in a row.

So instead, he slides his cock between Jimin’s slick buttocks, grinding against him with slow,
careful movements of his hips. He keeps a firm hold on Jimin’s ass cheeks, trying not to be
rough enough to wake Jimin up.

Soon enough, though, his slow pace isn’t enough and Yoongi presses Jimin’s cheeks back
together so they hug his cock tighter as he pistons his hips. His precum makes the whole
thing a sloppy wet mess in no time and sooner than he thought he would, Yoongi’s grunting
and coming, spilling his seed onto Jimin’s lower back and ass before sighing heavily,
flopping back down beside Jimin, who’s still sleeping peacefully like it never even happened.
God, this whole rutting thing is exhausting.

If Yoongi thinks he’s exhausted, he’s sure it’s nothing compared to how Jimin must feel,
almost limp in his position seated on Yoongi’s cock. His arms hang loosely around Yoongi’s
neck and the rest of him is mainly motionless, save for the way Yoongi manhandles him up
and down on his cock. His head hangs listlessly between his shoulders, forehead bumping
into Yoongi’s collarbone occasionally.

Yoongi Isn't even sure how Jimin is still upright but he is thankful for it. He presses kisses
into Jimin cheek and his hair, whispering softly to him, telling him it’s almost over, I can feel
it’s almost over, you’ve been doing so well, so good for hyung.

Jimin comes quickly due to the abuse of his over sensitive prostate, spilling weakly between
their bodies, keening and slumping against Yoongi, his head rested on Yoongi’s shoulder. He
cries softly as Yoongi continues pounding up into him and the alpha shushes him quietly,
murmuring praises in his ear.

Yoongi chases his release, though it takes longer than usual and by the time he’s finally
coming inside of Jimin, the omega in his lap is whining and shaking with another dry orgasm.

Surprising even himself, Yoongi can feel his knot swelling now, finally, after days of endless
fucking without the relief of a knot. He groans at the feeling, more and more cum spilling
from his cock into Jimin’s ass.

Jimin gasps when he feels the expansion of Yoongi’s knot inside of him, crying out softly as
he sits back up. Yoongi holds tight to his hips so he doesn’t try to move away and hurt
himself. “Yoongi-yah! I-It h-hurts,” he whimpers.
“Shh, shh, baby, I know, but you’re doing such a good job, taking me so well. You’re okay, I
promise,” Yoongi reassures him, moving one hand to take Jimin’s face and turn it to him so
he can press his lips against Jimin’s, hoping to distract him.

It doesn’t work, though. Jimin turns his face away and buries it in Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi can
feel the soft wetness of Jimin’s tears as he sobs quietly into his neck and guilt seizes Yoongi’s
heart.

They’re locked together for a good while, Jimin lying limply in Yoongi’s lap, sniffling softly,
and Yoongi’s legs going numb from the dead weight rested atop them. Yoongi grunts
intermittently as more cum spills from his cock, and Jimin whines each time, trying to shift
but Yoongi’s arms holding him in place to keep him from hurting himself on accident.

Finally Yoongi feels his knot beginning to go down and his cum spilling out past his
shrinking cock and he nips at Jimin’s ear. “God, I want to mark you so bad right now… You
have no idea how badly I’m dying to sink my teeth into your pretty flesh.”

Jimin whimpers, completely fucked out, eyes unfocused and unable to answer in words, but
his head lolls back, completely baring his throat to Yoongi. The alpha growls at the act of
submission, the act of consent, that he forces himself to ignore. Instead, he bends and nibbles
softly at the smooth column of Jimin’s throat, shifting them so they can lay down more
comfortably.

It’s a knock on the door that wakes them up this time. Yoongi shifts, rubbing the sleep from
his eyes and taking a brief moment to marvel at the fact that he had actually slept (though it
feels like maybe only a couple of hours have passed) before carefully moving himself out
from under Jimin’s arm and his head, which lay atop Yoongi’s chest.

He waits a moment, until he hears the knock come again, just to make sure he wasn’t
imagining things and then he calls out, “Come in.”

It’s Hoseok who pops his head in, a light smile taking over his face when he sees his two
sleepy members. “Hey, hyung, I just brought you some things. I figured you had some stuff
in here because you were ready but I thought maybe it wasn’t enough because you weren’t
really planning on having Jimin with you,” he says, holding up a plastic bag as he opens the
door a little more.

Yoongi is thankful that Hobi doesn’t try to enter the room, because his instincts would not
appreciate him being any closer to his omega than he already is. He’s also thankful that they
decided to send Hobi. Having an alpha or an omega in here would have been a horrendous
idea, they all know that. Yoongi knows he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from
launching himself at Namjoon or Jungkook if they had come in here and as for Jin, well, it’s
just dangerous for an omega to come into a place like this. The pheromones could easily
trigger an unexpected heat and that wouldn’t be good for Yoongi or Jimin, as the omega was
likely to get defensive and jealous.
Betas, on the other hand, are far less affected by the hormones that alphas and omegas have
and release constantly so Hobi is more or less fine being around the powerful scent that
permeates the room. Plus, most omegas and alphas don’t instinctively see a beta as a threat.

Hobi is the better choice between him and Tae because...well, frankly Tae’s an idiot and
Yoongi might just strangle him for fun.

Yoongi forces himself up, unabashed in his nakedness as they had all become after years of
living with each other and hearing each other deal with ruts and heats and all that fun stuff.
His legs are a little wobbly but he makes it over to Hoseok and takes the plastic bag (which
contains a bunch of bottles of water and a multitude of protein bars and other snack-like
things). “Thanks,” he rasps, “I appreciate it.”

Hobi gives him a bright smile. “No problem, hyung.” He looks like he’s about to leave but
Yoongi stops him with a look.

“So why didn’t you stop Jimin when he came after me? That’s your job, you know,” Yoongi
says, almost growling the words.

Hoseok shrinks a little bit, bowing his head to the alpha and looking at the floor before
peeking back up at Yoongi. “Jimin told Tae and I weeks ago that he was planning on helping
you through your rut. He asked us to stay out of it because he’s an adult and can make his
own decisions and --” Yoongi cuts him off with a raised hand. Hobi’s getting nervous and
babbling and it wasn’t Yoongi’s intent to make him nervous when he’d asked him the
question.

Yoongi just nods and says, “Thanks,” again before he closes the door in Hoseok’s face and
turns to return to the bed. He wants to let Jimin sleep but he also knows he should really eat
something and drink some water so he sits beside him and gently shakes Jimin’s shoulder.
“Jimin-ah? Jimin, wake up,” he says quietly.

Jimin slowly blinks awake, far too cute for anyone’s good and makes an adorable little noise
as he stretches himself like a cat, lips pulling into a little frown at his obvious soreness.
“Hyung?” he says sleepily, his voice barely there.

Yoongi smiles down at him, brushing his bangs away from his face. “Hi, baby.” Jimin opens
his mouth to say something else but his throat is all raspy so he ends up coughing lightly.
“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Hoseok brought us some water. Here,”
Yoongi says, reached into the bag to pull out a bottle of water. He opens it and holds it to
Jimin’s lips, helping him sit up so he can guzzle the bottle down quickly.

Yoongi opens another bottle of water for himself before digging in the bag to find a protein
bar for Jimin. He finds his favorite flavor and then holds it out to him. “Here, eat this,” he
says before tilting his head back to chug down mouthfuls of water.

Jimin pushes Yoongi’s hand away, shaking his head and sinking back down onto the bed.
“Mm-mm,” he mumbles. Yoongi sets the bottle of water down, moving quickly to try and
keep Jimin from laying back down and just going back to sleep.
“Hey, hey, hey, no, no. You have to eat something, Jimin,” he says sternly, pulling Jimin back
up into a mostly seated position.

Jimin pouts. “Don’t wanna,” he rasps.

Yoongi smiles at him. “Don’t care,” he says cheekily, opening the bar and holding it up to
Jimin’s lips. Reluctantly, Jimin takes the first bite, rolling his eyes.

He makes Yoongi feed him the whole thing, refusing to lift even a finger, but when he’s done,
the two of them snuggle together on top of Yoongi’s horrifyingly disgusting sheets and
Yoongi wraps an arm around Jimin, keeping him close.

Jimin nuzzles Yoongi’s chest and mumbles something there that Yoongi doesn’t quite
understand. Jimin lifts his head to rest his chin on Yoongi’s chest to repeat himself. “I said,
‘it’s over, right?’”

Yoongi gives Jimin a sheepish look. “Almost, I think, but if you stick this close to me for any
longer, I can guarantee I’ll want to be fucking you in the next ten minutes,” he admits. “I can
already kind of feel it.”

Jimin nods, not once complaining or anything. He just rests his head back on Yoongi’s chest.
“That’s fine. Just let me know when.”

It takes less than ten minutes for Yoongi to get hard and push himself up, moving to settle in
between Jimin’s legs. Jimin is whimpering as Yoongi spreads his legs, kisses his forehead,
whispers, “One more, baby, just one more. Can you take it once more for hyung?”

Jimin whines, nodding his consent as Yoongi pushes into him, hovering over him closely to
kiss his swollen lips. Jimin wraps his arms loosely around Yoongi’s neck, the rest of his body
entirely slack and motionless as Yoongi drives his cock into him slowly.

Some of the desperation has faded away and Yoongi doesn’t feel the need to piston his hips
as fast as he can anymore. He’s more gentle this time, rocking almost leisurely against Jimin
and trailing kisses rather than bites over the purple marks on Jimin’s jaw, his neck, his chest.
The expanse of Jimin’s skin is coated in Yoongi’s dried cum and a mixture of both of their
sweat. Somehow Yoongi doesn’t care about running his tongue over all of it, his lips trying to
soothe away all the abuse his teeth had left over the past few days.

Jimin is quiet. They’re both quiet, actually. The only sounds in the room are Jimin’s small,
gasping breaths, the wet noise of Yoongi’s lips against Jimin’s skin, and the soft, slick
squelch from where they’re joined. It’s peaceful this way, Yoongi thinks, better. There’s no
rush, no furious desire to fuck and mark and claim and possess.

Yoongi has the presence of mind of mind now to lift his head and look down at Jimin, to take
in the soft angles of his face, despite the layer of grime on his skin. His lips, red and raw, but
still so plump and soft as Yoongi runs a finger over the lower one. His hair is a mess but
Yoongi still thinks it’s beautiful. Orange and soft and glowing against the pillow in the dim
light of the room. Jimin’s eyes are closed but Yoongi can imagine them, dark and hooded,
looking up at him with a blissed out look of adoration. His head is tilted back, the smooth
flesh of his throat completely bared to Yoongi, totally enveloped in sensation.

Yoongi leans in to whisper against Jimin’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, Jimin. You look like an
angel and you work so hard. You’re so good, so perfect, I love you so much, so so much, I
love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, over and over until Jimin is whimpering beneath
him, his fingers tightening their hold in Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi picks up his pace just a little, ready to be done with his rut but wanting to cherish this
moment where Jimin is clinging to him so prettily. Jimin’s voice breaks on a whine as his
cock spills a few weak spurts of cum between their bodies, totally wrung out. Yoongi finishes
quickly after that, not wanting to over stimulate Jimin too much.

As Yoongi’s knot forms, he shifts them so Jimin is laying atop Yoongi and not the other way
around, letting the omega gone boneless across his body. They’re stuck together for another
good while and even though they’re covered in all sorts of gross, Yoongi finds that he doesn’t
mind when Jimin mumbles against his chest, “Love you, hyung.”

When Yoongi wake up, he feels a small fingers scratching lightly at the place just behind his
ear, just how he likes. He opens his eyes slowly to see Jimin smiling softly down at him. “Hi
hyung,” he whispers, though it seems deafeningly loud in the quiet of the room.

Yoongi flinches at the sound of Jimin’s voice, all raspy and rough. Jimin, thinking he had
done something wrong, immediately pulls his hand away from Yoongi and his bright smile
melts into a soft frown.

Yoongi’s eyes are wide as everything comes rushing back to him and suddenly he’s trying to
sit up quickly, eyes scanning over Jimin’s body to take in all the dark marks he’d left and
check to see if he’s okay. “Jimin, I’m sorry, I--”

Jimin pushes down on Yoongi’s chest, stilling his movement so he fell back against the bed.
“Yoongi, don’t you dare start apologizing.”

“But I--”

“No. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want you to tell me you regret this because I don’t
Yoongi,” he says seriously, looking into Yoongi’s eyes with a look of such love and trust that
Yoongi almost wants to look away.

“Jimin, I hurt you. I knew this would happen. That’s why I told you no in the first place,” he
argues, his hands reaching up to skim across the skin of Jimin’s biceps. Hell, there were even
bruises there.

“Yoongi, I’m going to tell you only once: you did not hurt me. I love you and I wanted to be
here for this, to help you with this. Please don’t tell me you didn’t want me for this,” Jimin
says, voice starting out strong but trailing into an insecure whisper.

Yoongi’s face falls as he sees the raw emotion in Jimin’s eyes. He wasn’t trying to make him
question whether or not Yoongi had wanted him there. He had, of course. He had just been so
concerned. Yoongi reaches up to take Jimin’s face in his hands. “Of course I want you, baby.
I want all of you, in every way. Don’t ever question that. I was just worried, not because of
you but because of me. But if you say you’re okay then...well, I trust you. I trust you to tell
me when you’re hurt, when I’ve gone too far, when we need to slow down or stop. I trust you
because I love you,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead.

Jimin’s face breaks out in that blinding smile of his and Yoongi can’t help but smile back. He
leans down to kiss Yoongi and Yoongi graciously accepts. Their lips move languidly against
each other, so relaxing in comparison to the rushed trysts they’d had over the past few days.
It’s only when Yoongi mumbles against Jimin’s lips that they stop. “C’mon,” he says and
Jimin pouts cutely, knowing what he’s going to say. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Jimin immediately flops all of his body weight down onto Yoongi, resting his head on his
chest. “Hyung, no… Can’t we just stay here a little longer?” he pleads.

Yoongi shakes his head. “Uh-uh. No. We’ve laid around enough. Jimin, I don’t think you
understand the amount of filth that has become a part of you,” Yoongi says, narrowing his
eyes at the mess that is Jimin’s hair. “I, uh… I got you very dirty. To put it mildly,” he adds
with a faint feeling of heat rushing to his face. God, remembering what he did during his rut
is just embarrassing.

Yoongi starts to sit up, belatedly realizing that his limp cock is still engulfed in Jimin’s wet
heat. Jimin shifts with him, a panicked note coming into his voice as he says, “Hyung,
careful! It’ll come out!”

Yoongi coos at him, shushing him softly as he leans over to the bedside table, rummaging
blindly through the top drawer until he comes up with one of Jimin’s plugs. Yoongi moves
carefully, slipping in the plug in place of himself, only letting a little of what’s inside spill.
Jimin grumbles softly in his ear but Yoongi ignores him as he moves to sit up, wrapping his
arms around Jimin to bring him up with him. Once they’re sitting up, Jimin wraps his arms
around Yoongi’s neck, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder with a disgruntled mumble.

“Okay baby. I need you to let go so I can go run a bath for you,” Yoongi says, trying to pry
Jimin’s arms off of him.

“No, don’t leave me here alone, Yoongi! Why would you do that? I thought I was good for
you!” Yoongi can hear the hurt and worry in Jimin’s voice and he quickly shushes him,
turning his prying hands into soothing strokes down Jimin’s sides.

“Okay, baby, okay. You’re right. You’ve been very good for me. I’m sorry,” Yoongi says right
away. He can definitely deal with this; he just wasn’t expecting the reaction, that’s all. Yoongi
knows how clingy Jimin gets after his heats, not dealing well with separation at all, but that
makes sense to Yoongi. He probably should’ve guessed that Jimin would have a similar
reaction after his rut but shamefully, he doesn’t know enough about the hormones that make
Jimin feel this way and act like this. “You’ve gotta come with me then. We’ll go together,
okay?” Jimin nods, his face still buried in Yoongi’s neck. “Can you sit on the edge of the bed
for me, just for a second?” Yoongi asks, nudging at Jimin’s cheek with his nose. Jimin nods
again and Yoongi helps him out of his lap and to the edge of the bed. Jimin sway a bit, clearly
fatigued, so Yoongi hurries to shake out his own legs before getting up.

Damn, his legs feel like jelly. He keeps himself from stumbling as he moves around the bed
to crouch in front of Jimin. Without prompting, Jimin attaches himself to Yoongi’s back like a
koala. A muscular, giant lump of dead weight koala.

Yoongi’s legs definitely want to give out as he walks them to the bathroom, slipping in
quietly and locking the door behind them. He sets Jimin on the fuzzy cover of the toilet seat
(which probably isn’t very sanitary but that’s a problem for a different time) and then kneels
to get the bath going.

They have one little faux pas as Yoongi helps Jimin stand to get in the tub, Jimin’s legs
wobbling and giving out. Yoongi catches him quickly and Jimin leans heavily on Yoongi,
fingers digging into his forearm for support, as he gets in the tub, hissing as the warm water
touches all the sensitive parts of his body.

Yoongi gets in and settles himself behind Jimin, immediately reaching for Jimin’s body wash
and a wash cloth before setting carefully to the task of washing away the grime on Jimin’s
body. Yoongi frowns as he looks over Jimin’s skin, covered in marks from Yoongi’s hands,
his teeth. A frown worries itself between his eyebrows as he smooths the cloth over Jimin’s
back, being gentle as not to hurt him.

“Hyung, I can hear you thinking. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep thinking that
hard.”

Yoongi flicks Jimin’s shoulder. “Yah, rude.”

Jimin giggles softly, looking over his shoulder. “Seriously, though, hyung. I know what
you’re thinking about and I want you to stop. You’ll make me sad,” he says quietly, fingers
tracing idly at Yoongi’s thighs which bracket his waist.

Yoongi leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck. “You’re right baby.
I’m sorry.”

They continue their bath in relative quiet, Yoongi scrubbing dutifully at the layers of cum and
sweat caked to Jimin’s body and in his hair. Jimin hisses softly when Yoongi has to press
down too hard on one of his many bruises but other than that things go without a hitch until
Yoongi reaches down between Jimin’s legs.

Jimin’s hands catches his wrist and he pouts. “Yoongi, I really don’t want you to take it out,”
he says, whining cutely, but Yoongi levels him with a serious stare.

“Jiminie, I have to. It’s not good to leave it there like that,” Yoongi says, reaching his other
hand down to pull Jimin’s fingers away from his wrist.
Jimin doesn’t protest any more but he’s in full pout mode as Yoongi carefully slides the plug
out, a high whine spilling out of Jimin’s lips. The water dirties from the mess that comes
from Jimin’s hole. Yoongi sets aside the wash cloth, not wanting to use the rough fabric on
the sensitive area. Instead he just works gently at the mess of dried cum around Jimin’s
entrance with his fingers. He can see the tension in Jimin’s jaw as he clenches his teeth at the
pain, but Yoongi doesn’t comment and neither does Jimin.

Eventually the water runs cold and the two of them are clean. Yoongi gets out first and towel
dries himself before helping Jimin out and drying him off as well. Jimin’s legs work a little
better this time as they walk back to Yoongi’s room but he still holds onto Yoongi for
support.

After they’re clad in sweatpants and tee shirts, they somehow manage to shuffle out of the
room (leaving it positively reeking of sex and hormones, mind you) and into the kitchen.

And Jin, bless him, is there setting plates of food on the counter for them.

“Hyung, is this for us?” Jimin asks excitedly, his face breaking out into a large grin despite
the absolute atrocity that is his voice.

Jin smiles and says, “I figured you’d be hungry so when I heard you guys run the bath I
started cooking. Let me know if you want more to eat. There’s plenty,” he says.

Jimin lets go of Yoongi to sit down and Yoongi follows after him quickly for a few steps,
worried that his exhausted lover will fall, but he makes it fine on his own, scrambling into
one of the high chairs at the counter quickly. No one mentions the wince that escapes Jimin
as he sits on his sore bottom, but Yoongi moves his chair a little closer to him so their arms
will touch as they eat.

Jimin digs in quickly, talking around his mouthfuls of food as the others come out to greet
them. It’s nice to be around them all again after what feels like years.

It’s good to be all together, but Yoongi still can’t stop staring at Jimin. Even as he talks with
his mouth full, he’s so stunningly gorgeous, wet, orange bangs dripping into his eyes and
cheeks puffed out with food. Even with food in his mouth, his cheeks still dimple when he
smiles.

The whole moment is so domestic and grossly sweet that Yoongi has no choice but to take a
moment and be thankful for everything he has.

Jimin finally catches him staring and elbows him. “Hyung, you should eat,” he says.

Yoongi smiles softly in return, not answering him but instead leaning forward to kiss him
quickly on the lips.

Jimin looks confused for a moment but then a dazzling smile overtakes his face and he lets
out that magic little giggle that never fails to make Yoongi laugh.

God, he’s so helplessly in love.

End Notes

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