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I'm just a human, human, human

You erode all my corners

And make me into love, love, love

―Trivia: Love, BTS

Jimin gasps at the well-known feeling. It’s not something that should be happening. It’s not something he was prepared for. Yet there he is, mic in hand, body sweating because of the effort and slick trickling out of his hole. In the middle of a fucking concert. For a whole second, Jimin thinks that maybe he’s made a mistake, maybe he’s imagining this. But the familiar burn in his lower belly and the aching desire to be full are enough proof of what’s happening.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the members to realize. Jimin is frozen in spot and pulls the mic away from his mouth when a whine bubbles up his throat. The alphas of the group, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi, are looking at him with dark eyes and wild expressions. Taehyung is too far away but he’s looking at Jimin in confusion, his omega senses probably kicking in and making him want to comfort. Hoseok and Jin, the betas, are hastily pulling away their mics and talking at each other quickly.

Jimin. Jimin is staring at Namjoon, his heart beating so fast in his chest. Now, Jimin has always had a huge crush on their leader. He’s always liked him a tad too much. But during his heats, everybody leaves the dorm because he prefers to spend them on his own. Now, he’s in the presence of the guy he’s so much wanted for so long. Sure, another ten thousand people are in the concert as well but Jimin can barely notice.

He stumbles backwards, wondering how far he’ll be able to make it before his heat takes over and makes him act out. He should be in bed, nesting. Fuck, why is this heat hitting him out of nowhere? He wasn’t due anytime soon. The mic falls to the ground and he runs off, desperate to be alone. He has to be alone. He shouldn’t be out.

He reaches the changing room and sighs in relief when he realizes that there’s nobody there. He closes the door and is right in the middle of turning the lock when the door rattles with the force of knocks. He yelps and steps back, watching the doorknob turn but the door never opens. He can smell Namjoon through the walls. His senses are so heightened and he’s angry at him even if he wants to be fucked senseless by him.

It has to be his fault. It’s the only explanation Jimin can find. He’d been perfectly fine up until Baepsae came on and Namjoon decided to hip thrust like that. Immediately after, Jimin had started to slick up. It all shows that it’s Namjoon’s fault and Jimin is angry, but he also really needs to be fucked.

“Jimin,” the alpha’s voice is soft but demanding. “Can I come in?”

Jimin whines, pressing his forehead against the door and shaking his head. He shouldn’t. Jimin will lose control and he doesn’t want to be a desperate mess; he doesn’t want to be begging for a knot that he doesn’t even know if Namjoon will be willing to give him. Namjoon is always so correct, so respectful. He’ll think that Jimin only wants him because he’s in heat and he won’t give him what he wants. It’ll only make him grow more frustrated; he’ll have the alpha’s scent engulfing him, but he won’t have the alpha fucking him.

“Jimin,” Namjoon says, demanding once again.

Jimin opens the door and stumbles backwards, wrapping his arms around himself. Namjoon comes in, leaving the door open and making Jimin’s pulse quicken. Anybody could come in at any second and he’s already losing his control.

“Joon,” he murmurs, eyes blown wide and nostrils flaring because the alpha’s woodsy scent has invaded the room. More slick pours out of his hole and he takes a step forward. “Please,” he whispers, reaching out with his hands.

Namjoon shakes his head.

“We have to take you to the dorms,” he says. “Jin and Hoseok are taking care of the audience and apologizing. We’ll just have another concert. It’s fine, we’ll―”

“I want you,” Jimin interrupts, quickly making his way towards Namjoon. “Scent me, please.”

Namjoon shakes his head and places his hands on Jimin’s shoulders.

“You need to calm down. Just a little bit more, Jimin. I’ll make sure you get safe to the dorms, just―”

Jimin whines and presses his forehead to the alpha’s chest. He rubs over and over, until Namjoon sighs and wraps his arms around him tightly. He feels his lips press to his temple and he relaxes. He feels slightly better but the burn in his lower belly is still making him feel restless. He gets on his tiptoes and wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck, pressing his nose to his collarbone and breathing him in. Delicious. He sighs and they stumble, Namjoon’s back bumping into the wall.

His hands fall to Jimin’s hips and they feel so big, so perfect. He tilts his head to the side and whines for Namjoon to scent him, to take care of him. He wants it. He needs it. But alpha only shakes his head.

“Jimin,” he warns.

“Take care of me,” he pleads, eyes filling with tears at the rejection.

A part of him knows what’s happening, he’s conscious and he’s yelling at himself for being like this, but he can’t help it. His instincts are kicking in, his body needs to get off, everything is burning around him and making his head hurt.

“Hyung!” Taehyung’s voice jumps in.

Jimin doesn’t even bother in turning to see him, he knows that he’s stepped into the room and his scent swims around them, makes him growl. He wants alpha to only smell him. He releases pheromones and holds on tighter to Namjoon, rubbing his nose all along his neck. He’s still sweating but Jimin doesn’t care, it makes him smell stronger and he loves it.

“The cars are ready, we should take Jimin there and―”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Don’t let go of me,” he interrupts. “Please, don’t let go of me, alpha.”

There’s a second of silence. Namjoon’s hands don’t leave his body. If anything, they slide to Jimin’s lower back in a comforting manner. They rub gentle circles there and it eases him a bit, knowing that he has alpha’s attention.

“I’ll get him there, don’t worry,” the alpha’s chest rumbles with his words.

“Are you going to―”

“Yeah,” Namjoon interrupts, before Taehyung finishes. “It won’t do him any good if I let go of him now. I’ll make sure he gets there safely, and I’ll meet up with you guys at the hotel later. Send me the address.”

“Okay,” Taehyung says and then he’s gone.

Jimin sighs in relief when the other omega’s scent disappears, and his alpha can finally concentrate on him.

“Jimin, we have to―” he starts to say, before Jimin presses harder against his body, Namjoon’s voice being cut off by a soft groan. “Don’t make this harder, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin knows. He knows that he’s acting out on instinct, letting his omega take control. He can’t help it. Not right now. The heat has taken over, is making his body burn and has him hoping for a knot, desperate to be full.

“I want you,” he repeats, his fingers tangling in Namjoon’s hair.

He leans away just enough to look into his eyes and the alpha blinks down at him before shaking his head.

“We have to get to the car,” he mumbles. Jimin pouts and Namjoon’s gaze softens. “Come on, I’ll carry you there if I have to.”

Jimin’s lips curl in a grin and he nods, jumping and immediately wrapping his legs around Namjoon’s waist. The alpha gasps but his hands fall to Jimin’s ass in an effort to not let him fall. Jimin likes that. He sighs and tilts his head back, knowing that now Namjoon’s face is close to his scent gland. It’s not like it’s something new. Namjoon has scented him a vast amount of times. But this time it’s different. He knows he smells good and he knows that getting scented by Namjoon in this situation will be mean something else.

Namjoon sucks in a breath and freezes. Jimin closes his eyes and marvels in how good it feels to have the alpha holding him up (even though he’s shifted his hands to have an arm around his waist and a hand on his hip), warm body pressed heavenly close. His scent is so comforting. Jimin gets tired of waiting and instead brings his lips down to close them around Namjoon’s earlobe. The alpha groans and suddenly everything spins, Jimin’s back hitting the wall.

The display of strength is enough to have him whining, desperately tugging at Namjoon’s hair.

“Please, please,” he begs, before trailing his lips down to the alpha’s jaw, sucking the tender skin.

Namjoon’s voice is hoarse as he speaks.

“Fuck, I have to get you to the car.”

He doesn’t move for a good few seconds, though. Jimin wants him to break and give him what he needs. Jimin wants to feel him, he wants to have Namjoon touching him and making him feel good, knotting him and making him come for hours. God, he’s getting so horny just thinking about it. His cock twitches in his pants and he tentatively grinds against Namjoon’s stomach. The alpha freezes again and then he’s moving, leaving the room in a hurry and getting Jimin out of there.

Jimin hopes that this fresh resolution is just Namjoon taking them somewhere private where they can finally fuck but soon enough, he’s disappointed to find himself next to a car. He shakes his head and holds on tight to Namjoon, not even caring about the fact that the staff is close by and that they’re looking, probably smelling how aroused and wet Jimin is. He can only think about Namjoon, he only wants to focus on him.

The alpha rubs a comforting hand over the small of his back and tells him that they need to let go so they can get in the car but Jimin shakes his head again and holds on even tighter.

“God, Jimin,” Namjoon growls.

Jimin isn’t sure of how he does it, but he somehow manages to make his way inside of the van and settle on the back seat with Jimin on his lap. Someone gets on to drive but Jimin can tell it’s a beta, a staff member that will take them to the dorms.

“Namjoon hyung,” he mutters against his ear, shifting a bit on his lap so that he can grind down on his thigh and give himself relieving pressure. “Please touch me.”

The staff member clears his throat and Jimin looks behind himself to find that he’s putting on EarPods and staring right ahead. Jimin doesn’t even feel embarrassed. He’s thankful for the privacy and within seconds he’s grinding harder on Namjoon’s lap, letting his forehead fall to the alpha’s.

“You’re going to regret this later, Jimin-ah,” the alpha mutters, shaking his head. “It’s the heat talking, you need to focus for a second and―”

“It’s not,” Jimin assures, he cups Namjoon’s cheeks with his hands and stares into his eyes. “I want you. I want you, hyung.”

Namjoon sighs and grabs Jimin’s wrists to pull his hands away. Jimin frees himself and places his hands on Namjoon’s chest, fisting his shirt desperately. Slick is pouring out of his hole and he’s sure that it’s making a mess of Namjoon’s pants, but the alpha doesn’t seem to mind all that much. His chest is heaving, his eyes are dark and predatory, his hands falling to Jimin’s hips. He stops his movements and Jimin whines, pulling at Namjoon’s shirt.

“I want you to knot me,” he blurts out, trying to move his hips again, despite the tight hold Namjoon has on them. “Want you to stuff me full of your cock until I can’t remember what it feels like to not have you in me,” he whines.

A rumble settles in Namjoon’s chest, hands tightening around Jimin’s hips.

“Fuck, you can’t just say that,” he groans.

The next time Jimin tries to move his hips, he finds no resistance. Namjoon’s hands remain in place, eyes a bit wide as they stare up into Jimin’s.

“Feels good,” Jimin whimpers, throwing his head back as he finally feels pleasure tingling up his spine.

Silence settles between them as Jimin continues to ride his thigh. He can hear the faint sound of music coming from the driver’s EarPods and he’s thankful that he’s had the decency of putting the volume up. He’s sorry about the smell, though. It’s obvious how much slick Jimin is producing and by the way the alpha’s nostrils are flaring, he can tell that it’s invading the whole space around them.

Yet Namjoon doesn’t move and Jimin grows frustrated. His thighs hurt with the effort and it’s not enough, he wants Namjoon to touch him, to help him get off. The alpha remains impassive, just looking up at him. Jimin doesn’t understand. There’s arousal filling the air around them, he’s clearly getting hard under Jimin’s grinding yet he’s not doing anything about it. Why? Why is alpha not doing anything?

“Alpha,” he pleads, moving a hand back into Namjoon’s hair and forcing him to look up into his eyes. “Please.”

Namjoon doesn’t help. He looks pained, even. He’s still breathing fast, his hands occasionally tightening around Jimin’s hips but not fucking helping.

“I can’t be sure,” he whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. “I have to be sure because if you don’t want this―fuck, Jimin. If you regret this, I’ll never forgive myself.”

But how can Jimin make him understand? He’s wanted him for as long as he can remember. His first heat had been spent alone and with the deep desire of having their leader take care of him. It was then when Jimin realized how much he liked Namjoon. He’s spent years pushing the feelings away and pretending that they aren’t that deep, but right now, he has a chance to let Namjoon know and it sucks that the alpha doesn’t believe him because he thinks it’s the heat talking.

“I do want this,” he assures, anyway. “I’ve wanted you for so long, hyung. I promise.”

Namjoon is looking up at him in this way, as if he’s an angel. He has a tendency to look at Jimin like that, hence why his feelings haven’t disappeared. He’s always hoped that the alpha feels attracted to him, too.

Jimin feels the familiar tingle of his orgasm growing in his lower belly. He gasps and moans when his body starts trembling with pleasure. He moves faster, desperate, forgetting about everything that isn’t giving himself the pleasure he so much needs. He wants to be full, knotted and pressed down against a mattress but this will have to do for now because he’s so fucking close.

It doesn’t take him long to push over the edge. With a soft cry, he slumps forward over Namjoon’s chest, face hiding in his neck and body shaking with his orgasm. He makes a mess of his boxer briefs and his hands tangle tightly in Namjoon’s hair. It feels great but it’s not enough. The alpha’s hands move softly to Jimin’s back, he rubs over his sweaty shirt in a comforting manner. Jimin turns into putty under his hands, whining deep in his throat and nosing at his scent gland.

He’s still so horny and his mind is hazy with pleasure but he’s a bit calmer, conscious about his surroundings, embarrassment finally settling over him. Namjoon sighs, body finally relaxing under Jimin’s.

“I can’t trust you to be telling me the truth, Jimin-ah,” he whispers, lips pressing softly to Jimin’s temple. It’s a chaste kiss but it somehow manages to overwhelm Jimin so much. “I’ll stay with you during the first heat wave. When you have a moment of clarity, I’ll ask you if you really want me to take care of you.”

Jimin doesn’t want that. He wants Namjoon to stay until it’s over, until he’s properly fucked the heat of out him. But he nods because he wants this, he wants Namjoon to help him. He nods and nods and holds on tight as the alpha shushes him and tells him to calm down. He keeps kissing his temple every few seconds and when they arrive to the dorms, he wastes no time in taking Jimin to his room, closing the doors and taking his phone out to message the guys.

Meanwhile, Jimin uses what little clarity he has left to make his nest. He takes his clothes off quickly, feeling a bit dirty and he adds them to the pile on his bed. He doesn’t take too long; he settles everything the way he wants it and lays down just in time for Namjoon to come inside and find him there. The alpha’s eyes fall on him and trail all the way from his face, over his body and to his toes.

Jimin has his arms over his head and he’s lying on his back, looking at the alpha with a hazy gaze. Namjoon comes to stand at the end of the bed, right by his feet. He’s staring shamelessly at his body and Jimin is delighted by it. The heat is burning under his skin again and slick is pouring out of his hole, already making a mess of the sheets. Jimin wishes he had Namjoon’s clothes in his nest, around him, smelling so much like him.

In a moment of desperation to get the alpha to touch him, he lifts his knees and plants his feet on the bed, watching the way Namjoon’s eyes slide down to the new part of him that has been exposed. As if to make a point, Jimin spreads his legs.

“Please.”

Namjoon’s hands close in fists and his eyes snap back to Jimin.

“Turn around,” he orders.

Jimin does as he’s told, getting on his knees and pressing his forearms down on the mattress, presenting himself for alpha. Namjoon groans and suddenly hands are falling to Jimin’s ass, kneading at the skin roughly. Yes, yes, yes. It’s what he wanted, it’s what he’s wanted for so long.

He pushes his ass back to get Namjoon to do something. Why hasn’t he gotten undressed yet? He should be taking his clothes off already. He whines and pushes his ass back again. He can feel slick trickling down his thighs, and he wonders why Namjoon hasn’t done anything yet, why he isn’t reacting to how wet Jimin is for him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Namjoon mutters.

And then finally, finally, he slides a finger in between Jimin’s ass cheeks, collecting slick on his way. Jimin gasps at the feeling, face hiding in the crook of his elbow, back arching further for Namjoon. The alpha makes a sound that Jimin can’t recognize and then his finger is circling Jimin’s rim teasingly, wasting no time in slipping past the tight muscle.

Namjoon’s fingers are so long and Jimin would be lying if he said he hasn’t fantasized about them a dozen times, especially during his heats. It feels better than he could have expected. Namjoon stays still for a while, as if letting Jimin grow accustomed to the feeling. But he doesn’t need that. His body is fully ready to take a knot. He needs more.

“More,” he pleads, clenching around Namjoon’s finger. “Please, hyung. Please.”

Namjoon’s finger is gone just a second later and the next time it thrusts inside of Jimin, it’s accompanied by a second one. He pads along Jimin’s walls, crooking his fingers in search for the part of the omega he knows he has to reach and when he does (impressively fast), Jimin moans, hands fisting the sheets and cheek pressing to the mattress.

Namjoon moves his fingers expertly, dragging them out and pushing them back in, rubbing over Jimin’s prostate long enough to have him trembling with pleasure. He doesn’t stay long, though. It reduces Jimin into a hot mess within seconds. Namjoon doesn’t add more fingers but Jimin finds that he doesn’t need much more to get off.

He’s already starting to feel hazy with pleasure and his lower belly is coiling with his imminent orgasm. Namjoon’s hand falls to the small of his back, pressing down in order to get him to arch his back furthermore, despite it not seeming possible. Jimin is glad about his flexibility and makes sure to keep his place as Namjoon thrusts his fingers faster, harder, reaching deep inside of Jimin and abusing his prostate in the best of ways.

Jimin whimpers when it becomes too much and trembles through his second orgasm in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Namjoon keeps rubbing his fingers against Jimin’s prostate until he’s shaking, body slumping down onto the messy sheets and exhaustion starting to take over his body. For a moment, he’s sure that the heat has cleared for the time being and that the first wave is over. Yet fire is spreading under his skin once again and his cock is still hard against his lower belly.

He turns around in a hurry and moves onto Namjoon’s lap, the alpha’s surprised gaze finding his. Jimin hates that he still has his clothes on but he’s too hard and desperate to actually do something about it. He needs Namjoon to touch him, to fuck him. Anything. He just needs something.

And alpha seems to know how to take care of him just perfectly. One of his big hands falls to Jimin’s thigh, slides up and curls around his hip to steady him. The other one immediately wraps around his cock and strokes at an alarming pace. Jimin arches into his touch and wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck to stabilize himself. The world is spinning, and pleasure is quickly taking over his body again.

He nuzzles into Namjoon’s scent gland, fists his shirt from behind and desperately thrusts into his hand, trying to match his pace but finding that he’s starting to get exhausted and eventually deciding to just stay there and take what alpha has to give. Jimin wishes he would scent him, but he’s too far gone to mention it.

He moans and whines into Namjoon’s ear as the alpha jerks him off quickly. The touch is dry, though and soon enough, he grows to hate it. He reaches behind himself in a hurry, collects slick with his fingers and quickly brings them in between their bodies to stop Namjoon. They both look down as Jimin slides his slick coated hand over Namjoon’s and his eyes snap up at the sound of Namjoon growling.

His eyes are blown wide with arousal and his chest is heaving again. He’s losing control. Jimin’s omega is delighted to see that. Yet the alpha somehow manages to keep it in for a while longer, he pushes Jimin’s hand away and starts stroking him once again, somehow faster and this time, much more pleasurable. Jimin’s eyes fill with tears because of the intense feeling. His body is already spent because of the effort he did in the car and the two orgasms he’s had, and he knows that after this third one, he’s going to be far too exhausted to keep going.

Namjoon talks, when Jimin thinks it can’t get any better than this and suddenly, he’s shaking through an orgasm that has him seeing stars. Namjoon only tells him how good he is. He literally only says, you’re doing so good, Jimin-ah. Yet it has Jimin’s body shaking and he’s coming into Namjoon’s hand, clinging onto him as if life depends on it.

It feels as if his body turns into jelly. He slumps over Namjoon’s chest and hides his face in his neck, taking a deep and content breath. The alpha chuckles and softly rubs a hand over the small of Jimin’s back.

“Maybe I should put you on―”

“No,” Jimin whines, shaking his head against Namjoon’s skin. He doesn’t want to be away from him. “Don’t let go of me.”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. He just holds Jimin’s trembling body until the omega sighs and finally calms down. He’s still hugging Namjoon tight. He doesn’t want to let go of him any time soon. Now that his mind has cleared, he’s firmer on his resolution. He wants the alpha to take care of him.

“You’re not hard anymore, so I figure the first heat wave has settled for a while,” Namjoon murmurs, eventually.

His breath is hot against Jimin’s neck and it makes him shiver. He wishes the alpha would scent him already, maybe suck on his scent gland and make his body turn into putty. Ah, yes. Jimin really wants that.

“Jimin-ah?”

Jimin presses kisses to Namjoon’s jaw, slowly trails up to his cheek and then hovers over his lips. Namjoon doesn’t move. Their eyes meet and for a second, it’s just them staring at each other, probably wondering what’s going through the other’s mind. Jimin wants to kiss him but he knows they have to talk it out first. He doesn’t want Namjoon to relate this to his heat as well.

“Hyung.”

Namjoon’s hands fall to his hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over his sensitive skin. Jimin’s eyes flutter shut and he sighs. He should be embarrassed about being naked while the alpha is still completely dressed but he honestly doesn’t mind. He can still remember how Namjoon’s eyes had burned over his skin. It’s clear that he liked what he saw.

“You said you’ve wanted me for a while,” he whispers. His voice is somehow soothing, breath fanning over Jimin’s lips, still so close. “Is that true?”

Jimin nods mindlessly, hands tangling in Namjoon’s long hair. The alpha sighs and Jimin cards his fingers through his hair with earnest, his omega happy about making him feel good. When his eyes open, he finds that Namjoon is still looking at him, cheeks holding a soft blush. It’s ironic, considering the fact that he had his fingers inside of Jimin just a few minutes ago. He’s cute, though and Jimin finds himself cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to the side.

He scrunches his nose when his body starts to burn up again. They don’t have much time left to keep talking because the heat will take over Jimin again soon enough.

“You never told me,” Namjoon says.

He’s holding Jimin so delicately, looking at him so endeared. Jimin blushes and hides his face in the crook of his neck.

“I didn’t think I’d ever actually get to have you,” he confesses. “I pushed it away all the time and pretended it wasn’t a big deal but then this happened and…” he trails off. He leans back to look at him again. “Yeah.”

“So, you like me?” He asks. “You want, want me?”

Jimin giggles and nods.

“Yes, hyung. That’s what I’m―”

Namjoon’s lips cut him off, pressing to his softly. His hands slide up Jimin’s back and pull him closer until his chest is flush against his. Jimin parts his lips and lets him in, fingers carding through his hair once again. They kiss slowly, experimentally at first, until Namjoon’s lips turn insistent, until his fingers dig into his skin a bit tighter.

Jimin whines into his mouth and realizes he’s getting worked up again. He can’t manage to say anything, though. Namjoon is kissing him fast and desperate. He’s sliding his hands down until they reach Jimin’s ass and when he kneads at his skin, Jimin moans, back arching.

“I like you too, Jimin,” Namjoon murmurs against his lips. “I want you, too.”

Jimin nods, skin burning and heat flaring in his lower belly. Impatience and desire take over.

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, hyung.”

Namjoon doesn’t need to be told twice. Jimin’s body bounces on the mattress as he’s thrown onto it and the alpha’s body slides over his, warm and heavy, perfect. Jimin can’t believe this is happening but he also can’t wait for it to go forward. He gasps into Namjoon’s mouth when he kisses him again but it’s brief, his lips moving down to Jimin’s neck.

Finally, finally, he scents him. He dives right into mouthing at his skin, sucking and licking and making Jimin’s body curl in pleasure. He arches his back and desperately tries to tug off Namjoon’s clothes. He should be naked. Jimin wants to feel the expanse of his warm skin over his own.

“Why aren’t you naked?” He asks with a whimper, lips sticking out in a pout.

Namjoon pecks his lips loud and fast before standing up. Jimin hates it but he pushes the feeling down as he sees Namjoon pull his shirt over his head. He takes his phone out of his pocket, sends off a quick message (he supposes he’s letting the guys know) and then lets it fall down to the floor. He wastes no time in sliding his pants and boxer briefs off. When he stands there in all his glory, cock already half hard and body so beautiful, Jimin bites down on his lower lip.

He can’t believe he gets to have Namjoon, so beautiful and wonderful. The perfect alpha. He won’t ever want to be with anyone else in his life. And because the alpha is taking too long to move, Jimin spreads his legs again, gives him the perfect view of how ready he is. Namjoon groans, this time keeping his eyes in between Jimin’s legs as he makes his way back onto the bed.

Jimin closes his eyes for a second, willing himself to calm down. He’s desperate to be full, his body is craving the feeling, but he wants to remember this moment, he wants to make it last. Namjoon feels so good against him, his body settles perfectly in between his legs and his hips press to Jimin’s as he lowers himself completely onto him. His lips part over Jimin’s and he kisses him slowly, also taking his time.

It does nothing to calm Jimin’s desperation. His hands tangle in Namjoon’s hair and he kisses him fast, sloppy, eager. Namjoon growls into his mouth, his forearm pressed to the mattress next to Jimin’s head and his free hand sliding down Jimin’s thigh, reaching his hip, long fingers brushing against his ass.

Namjoon’s hips grind against his after a moment and it sets Jimin’s body on fire. Immediately, everything is burning, Jimin is bringing his hands down to Namjoon’s back and digging his nails into his skin, he’s grinding up against him and begging.

“Please, please, please.”

Namjoon nods against his lips and slides down. Jimin tangles his fingers in Namjoon’s hair as he keeps moving, lips mouthing over Jimin’s skin. He’s everywhere, covering Jimin with kisses that feel so special, even if they have him wishing for more. It’s the heat, making him want Namjoon inside of him more than having him worship his body. His omega is delighted, either way.

Namjoon presses gentle kisses over his belly, licks into Jimin’s belly button and the omega gasps, hips stuttering in an attempt to get some pleasure, at least. Namjoon has no issue giving him that. When he takes Jimin’s cock into his mouth, the omega whimpers, hips moving again in surprise. Namjoon groans but doesn’t move away.

He slides his hands over Jimin’s belly, down past his hips and settling them on his thighs. He touches softly, a stark difference with the way he’s sucking Jimin off. Jimin’s thighs close around his head and Namjoon presses down on the insides, pushing them further apart to give himself more space. Jimin can’t help but look down at him. It’s such a beautiful thing to see. Namjoon’s head between his legs, Jimin’s fingers tangled in his hair, his body twitching with pleasure every time the alpha purses his lips and slides off his cock, before taking him all in again. Jimin doesn’t remember the last time he was given a blowjob but Namjoon is so good at it. His tongue slides around him and Jimin’s eyes flutter closed, hips lifting once more. The alpha doesn’t seem to mind but soon enough it’s obvious that his plan isn’t to get Jimin off with his mouth.

Jimin whines when the heat around him disappears but his body tenses up when it trails downwards, tongue lapping at his hole. Jimin’s body trembles with pleasure and his hips move to follow the movement. Namjoon repeats the motion once more, lazily. It’s clear that it’s still not his intention to make Jimin come with his mouth. Jimin figures they’ll have time for that at some point. For now, he really wants to be knotted.

Still, he circles his hips in time with the slide of Namjoon’s tongue against him, until the alpha comes back up and hovers over him. There’s slick on his chin and his eyes are blown wide with arousal. It makes Jimin’s insides warm up. Namjoon looks so good like this. He wants Jimin just as much as the omega wants him.

Namjoon leans down to press his lips to Jimin’s and the omega kisses back eagerly. He doesn’t even care about the fact that Namjoon’s face is a mess of slick. Jimin tastes himself as their tongues slide against each other and he moves his hands over Namjoon’s back, down to his waist. His skin is warm and soft. All of him feels so good like this.

Jimin is just about to whine and beg for him to fuck him once and for all, when Namjoon’s cock presses against his rim. His hands move on their own and fall to Namjoon’s ass, pushing him forward. The head of his cock slips past his rim easily and Jimin moans, grinding up to get Namjoon to push completely in.

“Wait,” Namjoon mutters.

His jaw is locked tight and his forearms are caging Jimin’s head. He’s looking down at him, his muscles tense. Jimin can tell that he wants to keep going, he can see the sweat forming on his forehead, trickling down his temples.

“Come on, hyung,” Jimin begs. “Please.”

“I need to get a―”

Jimin shakes his head and presses him forward again, marveling in the way Namjoon’s lips part and his eyes flutter closed.

“I’m on birth control,” he murmurs.

Namjoon’s eyes open and find his. It’s as if that’s the only piece of information he needs before making the decision. His hips snap forward when Jimin isn’t expecting it and his back arches off the bed as soon as he feels Namjoon completely inside of him. A moan falls off his lips easily and Namjoon’s face hides in the crook of his neck as he freezes in the position.

Both of them take a moment to breath, bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways. Jimin slowly moves his legs, wraps them around Namjoon’s waist and hooks his ankles together. His hands slide up to the alpha’s back and press against his shoulder blades. Being full of his cock is enough for just a few seconds, Jimin grows used to the feeling far too fast and soon enough finds himself grinding down on Namjoon’s cock, whimpering for him to move.

And Namjoon does. One hand comes down to wrap around his hip and hold him in place, his other forearm still pressed to the pillow, fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair as if to ground himself. When he brings his hips back and thrusts inside of Jimin quickly, the omega moans. He curls himself around Namjoon, one hand drowning in his hair and the other one dragging nails over his back. He might be going too hard on that but Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he groans and snaps his hips forward faster.

Jimin tilts his head to the side in submission and grinds his hips against Namjoon’s the best he can, even though he’s growing tired and the alpha has taken control, giving Jimin all he has, giving and giving and taking care of him and Jimin is overwhelmed all so suddenly. His eyes fill with tears but he’s not sure if they’re from pleasure or from his intense feelings.

Either way, he finds himself focusing on Namjoon’s tongue licking at his scent gland, filling his senses with his woodsy scent. He lets Namjoon rock their bodies together until it feels like he’s floating, pleasure making him tremble slightly.

Namjoon moves his hips in a dangerous way. He snaps them forward over and over again, the head of his cock perfectly settling against Jimin’s prostate and making him see stars. But then he slows down and circles his hips slowly, teasingly, making Jimin’s body tense up with pleasure. And after that, he picks up the pace again, body moving like ocean waves, pressed deliciously tight to Jimin’s.

Jimin somehow knows that this was meant to be. Their bodies work perfectly together, hips moving at the same pace. Jimin’s stomach curls with pleasure and he huffs out a whimper, moving faster to match up with Namjoon’s thrusts.

Their eyes meet when the alpha leans slightly away. His eyebrows are furrowed as he snaps his hips expertly. His knot has started to form, and his lips are parted as breathy moans leave them. Jimin’s heart flutters in his chest as he realizes that he’ll finally be knotted by the alpha he’s wanted for so long.

“Knot me,” he pleads, moving his hands back down to Namjoon’s ass, tight muscles clenched with the effort of thrusting into Jimin. “Fill me up, hyung.”

It seems to be what it takes to have Namjoon letting go. He moans and presses his forehead to Jimin’s temple as he picks up the pace. It turns brutal but it feels heavenly. Jimin whines and cries out as Namjoon hits his prostate dead on once, twice, three times. His body is burning, and his insides are melting and Jimin is going to come.

He gasps, back arching off the bed, clenching around Namjoon as his orgasm hits him full force. The alpha growls, hot breath fanning over Jimin’s cheek as he fucks into him a few more times, his knot forming and locking them together. He comes inside of Jimin for what feels like a lifetime and it’s perfect. Jimin takes it happily, keeping his hands on Namjoon’s ass to make sure he doesn’t move the slightest bit away.

It’s perfect. Jimin is full of alpha’s come and his body is starting to feel sore, proof of what they’ve just done. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He sighs in content and presses kisses all over Namjoon’s cheeks, his shoulder, anything he has at reach. Namjoon is still shallowly grinding his hips against Jimin’s ass, riding out his orgasm and filling him with more come every few minutes.

It takes a while for Jimin to calm down, his omega far too gone and focused on making alpha feel special. He scents him thoroughly, licking at his scent gland and sucking on his skin in hopes of leaving a mark behind for everyone to see. Namjoon slowly comes to a stop with his movements, body slumping over Jimin’s tiredly and the omega giggles softly, nosing at his neck for a little longer.

“You took such good care of me, alpha,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and finally closing his eyes, letting his head fall to the pillow.

He doesn’t want to move. He doesn’t want to be away from Namjoon. He just wants to stay like this forever. The thought of spending the next few days of his heat with Namjoon is enough to have him smiling wide, hugging on tighter to him.

“I think I’m gonna be staying here for the rest of my life, thank you very much,” Namjoon murmurs against the skin of Jimin’s neck.

The omega giggles again, heart fluttering in his chest.

“Never want you to be away from me, hyung,” Jimin whispers, moving his hands up to cup the alpha’s cheeks. “Kiss me.”

Namjoon kisses him without a doubt, lips moving over his slowly and gently. His tongue traces Jimin’s lower lip teasingly, before he’s parting his lips with his own, deepening the kiss enough to have Jimin’s body warming up once again. Namjoon’s knot is still firmly locked inside of him and he can tell that it won’t come down for a while, so he relaxes under his body and lets his fingers tangle in his hair lazily, taking him all in.

“I like you a lot, Jimin,” Namjoon mutters against his lips. “I have for a while. We should talk about it, about what it means, when your heat is over.”

Jimin nods. He wants that. He pecks Namjoon’s lips one more time and pushes against his chest to get him to roll over. The alpha does, somewhat hesitantly. Jimin ends up resting on top of him, cheek pressed to his chest. The alpha’s hands fall to his hips and his thumbs rub gentle circles into his skin. Jimin closes his eyes and smiles to himself.

“When the next wave starts, I’m riding you until you cry,” he mentions, casually. Namjoon chokes out a surprised gasp but his scent flares with arousal and Jimin looks up at him with a knowing grin. “Would you like that, hyung?”

Namjoon groans and lets his head fall onto the pillow.

“Can’t fucking wait for my knot to come down.”

Jimin laughs and presses his forehead to Namjoon’s chest. Who would’ve known that they’d end up like this just because of Namjoon’s intense hip thrusting while performing Baepsae?