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Yoongi steps back to admire his handiwork and a proud grin spreads across his face. The living room looks perfect. Perfect for a cozy Valentine’s evening celebration with his mate. He had moved the furniture to the side and set up a white canvas and tulle tent in the center of the room filled with some of his mate’s favorite pillows and soft blankets. His gaze follows the path he constructed from flower petals and candles that leads from the opening of the tent to the front door.
Checking the time on his phone, he figures he has about five or ten minutes until Jimin walks through the door, returning from dropping their five year old daughter off at Yoongi’s parents’ home for a sleepover. Walking along the path of candles, he bends down to light each wick, delighting in the way the firelight leaves the already darkened room awashed in a soft, warm glow.
After the last candle is lit, Yoongi quickly makes his way to the kitchen to gather the picnic basket packed full of finger foods that he can’t wait to feed to Jimin in the comfort of their cozy tent. Setting the basket next to the opening, Yoongi realizes something is missing, there’s something that doesn't look exactly like the perfect picture he had in his mind. Fairy lights! Reaching behind the tent, he flips the switch to turn on the lights and walks towards the door to get the full view of all of his hard work.
At the sound of the key turning in the lock, Yoongi whips his head to the front door and holds his breath, the anticipation of seeing Jimin’s reaction to the romance decorating their humble abode vibrating throughout his body. There is a part of him that is nervous of how his surprise will be received, but the bigger part, the one that knows his mate well, is confident that Jimin will be overwhelmed in the best way.
A gasp echoes around the quiet room and then, “Hyung! You did all of this while I was taking Minji to your parents’ house?” Jimin looks around, eyes wide and starting to appear a little glassy, as though tears are seconds from clouding his vision.
As much as Yoongi was looking forward to witnessing Jimin’s excitement, he can’t help but feel a light blush dust across his cheeks, awkwardly embarrassed at being the center of his mate’s attention and clear gratitude. Rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, Yoongi finally answers. “Why do you think eomma kept you so long when I am sure you were clearly antsy to get home?”
Jimin’s eyes narrow in thought, as though he is remembering all of Yoongi’s mother’s diversion tactics, and then he lets out a chuckle. “So does that mean your mom really doesn’t want me to learn how to quilt and join her club of elderly omegas?” Shaking his head, Jimin turns to take in their living room and all of the little romantic touches that Yoongi spent his afternoon perfecting.
“I am sure she would still love for you to join her quilting club, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi laughs and then nods his head in the direction of their bedroom. “Why don’t you go change into some comfy pajamas and we can curl up in the tent and eat? The nest isn’t as good as the ones you make but I did my best.”
The omega jogs over to where Yoongi is standing, looks down at the makeshift nest inside the tent and plops a quick kiss on the alpha’s cheek. “It’s perfect, hyungie. You’re perfect.” Jimin nuzzles into Yoongi’s mating mark before making his way to their bedroom.
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Cuddled against Jimin in their makeshift Valentine’s nest, Yoongi feels more relaxed than he has in a long time. And so warm. After a few glasses of wine that were enjoyed with their picnic dinner, Jimin has practically become Yoongi’s personal space heater, which is perfect since the alpha is always cold. He nuzzles into his mate’s scent gland and he stiffens ever so slightly at the change in the omega’s scent.
The change isn’t alarming and Yoongi thinks it almost seems familiar, a distant memory of a scent that he once knew. Maybe even quite well, but the fact that he can’t place it immediately is becoming a tad bit annoying. He has known Jimin for over ten years now, been mated for seven and parented their daughter side-by-side for more than five years. Yoongi should know everything there is to know about his mate’s scent. But he knows this scent. Then, it hits him like a ton of bricks.
Pre-heat.
Jimin smells like all those times they spent wrapped up in their nest from years ago. The times Jimin clung to Yoongi like a needy, wounded animal that had finally found a safe place to land. Debilitating cramps accompanied by the omega’s soft whimpers and groans. The hours that were passed with comforting embraces and soothing words from the alpha.
Softly brushing locks of blonde hair dampened with sweat from his mate’s forehead, Yoongi whispers gently into the silence, “Jimin-ah, are you in pre-heat?”
The omega jerks his eyes to Yoongi, confusion clouding his gaze before understanding dawns crystal clear in his brown eyes. “I think so. The timing makes sense, went off my suppressants about three months ago.”
Yoongi tries to readjust their positions, to sit up and inspect his mate for any clear signs of distress, but Jimin doesn’t seem to be ready to give up the closeness they have been sharing thus far. The alpha nuzzles into the omega’s neck, trying to calm his mate, as he tries to think.
The two had discussed and planned for Jimin to stop taking his suppressants, were excited for the possibility of Jimin finally having another heat that might result in the blessing of another pup. A little sister or brother for Minji, just like she wanted. So, this isn’t an unwelcome surprise. Not in the least.
But there’s something that is nagging at the back of Yoongi’s mind. The horror stories he has heard from friends and family members of the first pre-heat an omega experiences after stopping their suppressants. And maybe this is just the very beginning of Jimin’s symptoms, there’s a strong possibility that things will get much worse before they get better.
“Min-ah, how long have you been having pre-heat symptoms? Did they just start after dinner?” That’s the possibility that makes the most sense to Yoongi, would explain why he hadn’t noticed anything different about his mate before now. But it is also the scenario that worries Yoongi the most because he fears they may have a long night and even longer day tomorrow ahead of them assuaging Jimin’s symptoms. The prospect of his mate being uncomfortable makes him wrap his arms around the omega even tighter on pure instinct.
Jimin nuzzles even further into Yoongi’s chest, practically purring as the sweat begins to gather at his temples and in the small of his back. “Mmm, yes I think so. ‘M so hot, alpha.” The omega is beginning to slur his words and Yoongi knows they don’t have much time before Jimin is completely taken over by his preheat.
Pulling back from their embrace, much to the omega’s displeasure if his little whines are anything to go by, Yoongi strokes Jimin’s damp hair back off of his forehead as he gazes into his glassy eyes. “Hey, it’s okay baby. Alpha isn’t leaving you. Let’s just get you into your nest and make you more comfortable. Yeah?”
Yoongi doesn’t give Jimin time to argue, instead he quickly stands and then immediately leans down to lift the omega into his arms, carrying him to their bedroom before depositing him in the center of their nest. “Stay right here, Min-ah. I am going to get some water, snacks and the heating pad. I’ll be right back.” He leans down to place a kiss on the omega’s forehead but he is stopped from moving away from a surprisingly strong, albeit small, hand on his forearm.
“Alpha, I don’t need those things. Just need you. I told you, I’m so hot.”
It’s then that Yoongi notices the sharp change in his mate’s scent. No longer do the peaches smell bitter, not even a hint of smoke wrapping around the omega. Instead, the room is quickly being permeated with the aroma of juicy ripe peaches dripping with thick, rich honey. It’s a scent that he can place immediately, the one that has indicated his mate’s arousal since their very first deep kiss and frantic touches.
The alpha’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He had been prepared to weather the long, painful storm of his mate’s preheat and yet, the omega is clearly leaking slick already and looking at Yoongi like he is the tastiest treat he has ever set his eyes upon. It’s suddenly clear to the alpha that they are still in for a long night, just not the kind he was anticipating.
“Baby,” Yoongi climbs into the nest next to his mate, “want alpha to help you cool off?”
The omega nods quickly, immediately tugging at his over-sized t-shirt, trying his best to strip it off but making little headway. He growls, clearly exasperated at his lack of progress, and Yoongi has to bite back a grin at how absolutely adorable his mate is when he gets all frustrated like this. Not willing to anger his mate anymore than he already is, Yoongi springs into action, grasping onto the soft cotton and steadily shoving it up the omega’s torso. His breath catches in his throat as his fingers encounter something other than skin.
Lace.
Impatient to see the fabric beneath his hands, Yoongi shoves the rest of the shirt up to Jimin’s shoulders and his heart skips a beat. The omega’s chest is encased in a delicate bralette made of deep red silk and lace and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful, so sexy in his life. He gently fingers the hardened, brown nipple pressing against the fabric, a clear indication that his mate is already turned on, already on the brink of being lost to the throes of his heat.
“So pretty.” Yoongi whispers as he continues to stroke and tweak at the stiff nub through the bra. “What a good omega, dressing so pretty for his alpha.” The words have the desired effect, his omega always loving praise. Jimin whines and arches his chest further into Yoongi’s touch, his hips rising off the bed on pure instinct, begging for more, more, more, without saying a single word.
Yoongi is more than willing to give his mate what he wants, what he craves, so he quickly, but gently, finishes removing the omega’s shirt, tossing it aside to land somewhere in the darkened room. With anticipation bubbling in his veins, the alpha glides his fingers down Jimin’s torso, finally resting on the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He doesn’t wait for a nod or any other sign of agreement, he knows exactly what his mate needs right now.
As the first sign of deep red lace wrapped around Jimin’s hips comes into view, Yoongi is fully aware that he needs it just as badly. He makes quick work of sliding the pants down his mate’s legs, flinging the fabric to rest with the forgotten shirt. Instantly, his mouth begins to water, saliva pooling at the edges, begging to escape the corners of his mouth. He has to swallow harshly to keep his omega from actually seeing him drool over the sight in front of him.
And what a sight it is.
Jimin’s smaller omega cock is hard, pressing against the delicate fabric. A growing wet spot darkening the lace at the tip of his erection. The omega’s thighs are glistening in the soft lamplight as slick continues to leak from what Yoongi knows is undoubtedly a quivering, needy hole. Sweet honey and peaches permeate the room and he just wants a taste.
“Fuck, baby, you drive me wild.” Yoongi growls as he strokes his hands up and down the omega’s thighs, drawing circles in the sticky, sweet slick. “Haven’t even touched you properly yet, and I already feel like I am on the edge.”
His mate is squirming with every touch, grinding his hips against air, desperate for friction, anything more than what Yoongi is giving him right now. “Alpha, please. Need you, need your knot.”
The sound of his mate begging for his knot does things to Yoongi that he can’t explain. Makes him feel practically feral. Hoping to calm his inner wolf down, he decides to focus on pleasuring his omega. Leaning down, he swipes his fingers in the fabric of the lace thong and pulls it to the side as he settles his shoulders between Jimin’s thighs.
The scent, directly from the source, is potent and does absolutely nothing to calm his alpha. Like a desperately starved man, he dives into the omega’s leaking hole, tongue flicking at a rapid pace as though he can catch every drop of slick. It’s an impossible feat with the way Jimin is absolutely drenched but Yoongi has never been a quitter. At least not when it comes to making his mate feel good.
“Alpha!” Jimin screams and mewls as Yoongi’s tongue finally breaches the tight opening. Instinctively, he threads his fingers through the alpha’s hair, holding on for dear life as his mate’s long, perfect fingers join his thrusting tongue. “Ngh… feels so good. Right there. Gonna cum.” The omega rambles as his body starts to go rigid and his grip in the alpha’s hair tightens.
Yoongi pulls his face away, fingers still thrusting deep and fast, to whisper, “Go ahead. Cum for your alpha. Wanna see you make a mess of these pretty little panties.” That’s all it takes, the final push Jimin needed and Yoongi watches in rapt pleasure as the omega’s cock twitches and spills inside his thong, just like the alpha anticipated.
Rubbing soothing circles on the omega’s thigh, Yoongi gently begins to withdraw his fingers from his mate. Much to Jimin’s displeasure. The omega begins to whine and writhe on the bed. “Alpha… ‘M too empty.”
Those words have an immediate effect on Yoongi and his inner alpha. He quickly strips his clothes off, breath coming out in heavy pants by the time he is completely disrobed. Reaching down, he strokes his painfully throbbing cock from tip to base and hisses as the pleasure is almost too much. He can feel his inner wolf wanting to take over, his rut that isn’t due for another month rearing its premature but rapidly-approaching head.
Before he loses his head, he needs to check in with his mate. Leaning forward on his forearms, he slots his body against Jimin’s, the omega’s legs coming up to cradle his hips like they were always meant to be there. Realizing they haven’t even shared a kiss, Yoongi quickly rectifies that situation by gently brushing his lips against the omega’s.
“Min-ah, I think your heat triggered my rut.”
The omega blinks his eyes open, heat still clouding his vision but Yoongi can see the moment his mate finally understands the brevity of the situation. Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, tugging him even closer, his breath dancing across the alpha’s lips as he finally speaks.
“Breed me, alpha.”
If there was any doubt in Yoongi’s mind before if his rut was truly breathing down his neck, Jimin’s words put all of those doubts to bed. His inner alpha is practically shoving him to mount their mate, to do exactly what he has asked of him. Yoongi lets the primal instinct take over, moving back onto his knees and flipping Jimin over onto his stomach in the blink of an eye.
“Present for me, omega,” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as he tries to calm his rapidly beating heart.
Jimin shivers, obviously affected by the alpha’s words, before he moves into position, kneeling on his hands and knees. The way he braces his knees so far apart gives Yoongi the perfect view of how the dark red strap of the thong, soaked in the omega’s slick, is stretched against his mate’s puckered entrance and the alpha just can’t hold back anymore.
Gripping Jimin’s ample hips, pup-bearing hips his inner wolf unhelpfully supplies, Yoongi glances down to line his cock up against the omega’s soaking wet hole and notices his knot is already starting to swell. He’s so worked up, so ready to fill his mate with his seed and slowly watch Jimin’s body grow with a new life they have created.
Taking a deep breath, trying to find the will to stay present and not get completely lost to the pull of his rut, Yoongi slowly breaches Jimin’s entrance. The room is filled with little gasps from the omega and grunts from the alpha, the scent of aged whiskey in charred oak barrels wrapping around Jimin’s honeyed peaches. Then, the omega lets out a satisfied little sigh as Yoongi finally hits bottom.
Gliding his fingers across Jimin’s back, Yoongi traces his mate’s moon tattoos soothingly, allowing both of them a moment to adjust to the sensation of being connected in an age-old act of primal intimacy. When the omega begins to squirm and whine for more, more, more, Yoongi decides to stop holding back.
He sets a brutal pace, pulling back until just the tip is still inside the omega’s hole and then plowing forward, thrusting as deep as he can. Over and over. Feeling the urge to be deeper, closer, Yoongi trails his hand up and around to the front of Jimin’s throat, applying slight pressure as he pulls his mate up and back to rest solely on his knees.
Yoongi’s inner wolf settles the tiniest bit at the instant feel of skin-on-skin contact. He leaves his hand resting on the omega’s throat, not pressing, never hurting, just an anchor to keep his mate close as he continues to pound into his fluttering hole. Jimin’s inner walls are contracting over and over, trying their best to keep Yoongi inside right where the omega wants him.
Licking over Jimin’s mating mark, Yoongi whispers promises of love and filth into the omega’s skin as his knot begins to swell, catching on the puffy rim as though begging for entrance. “So close, Min-ah,” Yoongi huffs against the sweat-dampened skin of Jimin’s neck. “Want to shove my knot so deep inside you, breed you until your little tummy is round with my seed and pup.”
“Alpha! Ngh!” Jimin screams as he throws his head back, reaching behind to thread his fingers through the alpha’s damp locks. His body tightens and Yoongi can see his omega cock spurting weak streams of come as he shakes in the alpha’s embrace. Yoongi dives back into the omega’s neck, licking and biting at the evidence of their mating, hungrier than before, driven wild by the sight of his mate being so lost to the pleasure that he is giving him.
Just then, Yoongi’s knot finally breaches Jimin’s tight rim, locking him inside, surrounded by heat and wet and perfection. It’s all too much almost, he just wants to thrust as best he can and fill his mate. But he fights the instinct as he snakes his hand down towards Jimin's oversensitive cock. It’s not completely hard but not completely soft, either, and Yoongi knows he can pull just one more orgasm from the heat-riddled omega. His mate always wants just one more and he is more than willing to give it to him.
As he thrusts into the omega as much as his knot will allow him to, Yoongi wraps his hand around the omega’s cock and begins with long, slow strokes. Jimin whimpers and tightens his grip in the alpha’s hair, body convulsing with every soft touch and frantic thrust from behind.
“Breed me, alpha. Please. Want your pup so bad. Want to be a good omega for you.”
All control is lost on Yoongi with those words. Growling into Jimin’s neck, he thrusts deeper, harder and increases the pace of his strokes on the omega’s quickly hardening cock. “Best fucking omega,” Yoongi gasps as the orgasm that has been building for what feels like hours finally rocks through his body.
He doesn’t stop stroking Jimin, can tell the omega is so close, so he continues his ministrations as he shares his deepest desires to see Jimin barefoot and pregnant in their kitchen, curled up on their couch and, of course, sprawled naked on their bed with Yoongi’s tongue deep inside of him, lapping up every single drop of slick the omega has to offer.
Just like that, Jimin’s mouth opens on a silent scream as he shakes through a dry orgasm. They both breathe loudly into the silence of the room before Yoongi gently moves them to lay on their sides, still locked together by his knot that doesn’t seem like it has any intentions of going down any time soon.
Yoongi’s hand comes to rest naturally on Jimin’s lower abdomen and he can’t fight the satisfied grin that spreads across his face as he feels how the omega’s tummy feels slightly swollen. Subconsciously he knows it isn’t the pup that they want so bad but there’s a seed of hope growing in his chest.
“Hyung?” Jimin’s small voice, more raspy than usual, breaks the silence. Yoongi hums against the cooling skin of the omega’s bare shoulder to let him know he’s listening. “Do you think it worked?” He doesn’t have to explain, Yoongi knows exactly what he is asking about.
Stroking his hand back and forth where the omega’s womb would be, Yoongi speaks his hopes and deepest desires into the small space between them. “It will be a few weeks before we know, but I really really hope so, Min-ah. I love you and Minji so much and I love the life we have built together so far, but I want this so bad.”
“Me too, hyungie. Me too.”
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During the next lull in their frenzied need for each other, fueled by Jimin’s heat and Yoongi’s rut, the alpha has a clear enough mind to check his phone. He chuckles when he finds a text from his mother.
Eomma
I have a feeling you will be preoccupied with your mate for the next few days.
I will keep Minji and get her to school until I hear back from you.
Take good care of Jimin.
Love you both.
“What’s so funny, hyung?” Jimin stirs, rubbing at his face as he blinks sleep from his eyes.
Yoongi places his phone back on the nightstand after sending a quick message of thanks back to his mom and then settles back into bed next to his mate. “Eomma seems to know you’re in heat somehow. She said she will take care of Minji and get her to school on Monday if we need her to.”
Jimin turns over in Yoongi’s arms with a sly smile on his face. “So that means we have plenty of time for you to keep trying to breed me?”
The alpha groans as he feels his cock begin to harden again. “You’re completely insatiable, Min-ah.” He makes sure to sound exasperated but he is far from it. Yoongi could never tire of pleasuring his mate or trying to breed their next pup into the omega’s womb.
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