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Something was off, Taehyung felt it in his bones. Sure, his heat was supposed to hit him any day now, but it was still too early. Normally, he would start to get certain indications 4-5 days before his heat would hit. But it was only the second day, so he just pushed that aching feeling in his stomach aside. Maybe he ate something bad, the cake he ate before, at work, did taste kind of morbid.

It was around 4 pm and he finally got off work, early at that, and held some bags of ingredients in his hand. He was going to cook for Yoongi, like every evening. Through time, Taehyung had started to like caring for the older, maybe it was his omega that wanted to please the alpha he shares an apartment with, but he sure as hell wouldn’t stop just because his instincts reacted the way they did. He liked the face the other made, when eating his food, just way too much to just stop.

Maybe a soup would be good, he could make some side dishes and some rice to combine it with.

Suddenly he bumped into a person, that’s when he noticed that his vision started to blur. He frowned, bowing apologizing and started to walk faster. He noticed that he couldn’t walk straight right after, causing him to bump into an advertisement booth. He stopped, and took a deep breath.

This wasn’t good, he knew it’s his heat. He knew it, and he also had to write Yoongi so the other wouldn’t walk in on him later. But right now the most important task at hand was to get home. He started to think about Yoongi’s clothes. He had stashed some pullovers of him under his bed, if he needed to sniff on his scent.

Was he proud of doing this behind Yoongi’s back? No. Would he consider ever stopping with this habit? Never. Since Taehyung just couldn’t, but get weak every time his senses just barely grazed the scent of the alpha during his heat. He always felt some sense of shame building up, but he couldn’t help it, if his omega was addicted to Yoongi’s scent. Not only his omega was addicted to Yoongi, though; but Taehyung would deny it even to this day.

Having the image of his stash in his mind, he moved forward - having a purpose in his mind. When he finally closed the entry door he was about to pull out his phone, but it fell onto the floor.

Taehyung wheezed. Yoongi had left his jacket on the coat rack. His scent, waving towards Taehyung. And all Taehyung could see was red. He sprinted forward, forgetting completely to notify Yoongi, and grabbed the jacket roughly, pulling it off of the rack, almost causing it to rip down.

He pressed it tightly onto his face and took in a heavy breath. Suddenly he felt the sweat, building up all over his body, his bones aching, his mind going blank, filled with the thought of Yoongi inside the jacket, scenting it with his scent - a natural thing for him to do.

It made Taehyung shiver all over his body, his stomach all tingly. He knew his cock was hard without even needing to check, and started to rub his member roughly, making himself whimper loudly against the fabric. His knees gave out almost instantly and he collapsed onto the floor, rubbing the fabric all over his body, wanting to make the scent stick to his corps. He imagined how Yoongi would look at him if he were there, standing at the doorway, one corner of his lips curled upward, amusement glimmering in his eyes. Taehyung came shortly after thinking about what Yoongi would call him, something like a dirty little omega, who’d get slick all over his legs by just smelling when some alpha approached.

He would’ve felt shame, if it weren’t for the slick that gushed out of his hole, making him moan loudly onto the floor. His hole felt to empty, clenching over air, making it want to be filled up.

“Yoongi…”, Taehyung whispered into the apartment. “Yoongi- need you”.

Taehyung curled the jacket over his body, attempting to creep to his room.

He had his ways of getting off in his heat phases, since he never wanted to get through it with an alpha. How could he, if the only way of him getting off, was the scent of Yoongi. He tried to manage with different scents, he had hooked up with a few other alphas - but no one could come to the level of satisfaction Yoongi’s extraordinary scent could give him. And Taehyung wasn’t the only one who went crazy over the older’s scent. He could hear Yoongi hook up often, and having sex with a lot of people, but it always satisfied him, when he broke up with every single one of them, just shortly after. He loved how desperate all omegas became, because no one could measure up to Yoongi. He knew that he was obsessed with Yoongi, he even smuggled underwear of him inside his room, so he could hold onto them while pleasing himself during his heat. He just couldn’t help it.

When he finally reached his bed, he didn’t even bother righting up, instead grabbed under it, pulling out a box. He opened it impatiently, throwing the cover aside carelessly, pulling out the plug he eventually had to get. It wasn’t that big, to say the truth, and honestly, it couldn’t replace the good old knot, but it was better than his fingers. He prepared himself fast with his fingers, running his slick all over the hole and circling his rim, starting in without caring about foreplay at all. He started to whimper, pushing his finger in deeper, but as always, it didn’t quite make him moan like he wanted to. After the third, he let his fingers out, oozing some gel on his plug, so it could go in smoothly.

The most agonizing part of it all was, that Taehyung couldn’t really take care of himself during his heat. He’s like any other omega, he’d get all fuzzy and vulnerable, and would even go all limb at some point. The only thing that kept him going, was the need to be filled. And since he had gotten used, to being alone during his heat, he had to accommodate, which resulted in him buying not only a simple plug. The plug would start to vibrate as soon as Taehyung touched the right button, and then everything would end up blurred and hot, him all snuggled up in Yoongi’s clothes around him, making them his own nest.

It started to vibrate, and Taehyung let out one whimper after another. He let out a loud moan when he pushed the plug in a bit further, when suddenly his door was pushed open. His nose caught up to the scent, faster than his mind could think, when he suddenly released a loud squeal, knowing which scent it was. Who it was. Who it belonged to. And knowing it was someone who could do far more, than the plug could ever do. He couldn’t care less of the fact, what Yoongi must be thinking, when he noticed all the slick on his own clothes. He flipped around and saw straight at him, his intentions clear as day on his face.

...

Yoongi stopped, looking at the dumplings yearningly. He just got off from his job and hadn’t had dinner yet. He could really use some sweet snack right now, to pull up his mood.

The artists today were so hard to deal with, and even though, as a producer, he had full right to ask for better voice quality, every single one of them still questioned his work. ‘It’s not me, it’s because you don’t know how to work with my tone of voice!’- Stupid arguments. But, at least, he could now see Taehyung, his roommate. He didn’t quite now, if he could go home, though, since Taehyung was in pre-heat for the past days. If his heat had kicked in, he would normally notify him, and since that wasn’t the case, he could go home without worrying as to where to sleep.

He grinned slightly, thinking about Taehyung’s smile today, when they had breakfast and Yoongi had told him about this project he’d been working on. Yoongi had had a crush on Taehyung for almost 5 years now, but he never, ever thought of actually confronting the other. Sure, he’d love to date him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to confess to the younger.

That Taehyung was the most beautiful person he’d ever met, didn’t make the whole situation any better and that Taehyung literally had a line of alphas, who’d love to date him, just put the cherry on the cake. Even though Yoongi tried to date other people, he always ended up breaking up with them before his rut began, or before their heat started. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and having Taehyung run nearly naked around the apartment every night may mess with his mind, too.

What kept Yoongi going, was the fact, that Taehyung never dated anyone in particular, ever since they started to be roommates. Sure, he had one-night-stands, but his heat was something he never experienced with another alpha. He always told Yoongi in advance, so the older could crash at someone’s place for a couple of days, but every time he came back, he could smell that Taehyung was alone all along, only his own pheromones would be flying through their apartment.

And he couldn’t help, but be happy, every time Taehyung confirmed to not have spent his heat with an alpha.

“Three dumplings, please”, he asked the older woman, who stood behind her booth. She smiled, and wrapped three tasty looking dumplings into some paper, put it into a plastic bag and handed them over. Yoongi payed and left, rummaging one dumpling out of the bag. He bit into it heartily, and let out a soft moan of bliss, her dumplings were the best in the whole district.

He ate the second one soon too, and felt his stomach full, when he approached the apartment complex. He let out a soft sigh when he entered the lift. He didn’t know, if it was on the 4th or the 5th floor, when suddenly a sweet smell came through the doors. On the 5th, the doors of the lift opened, and Yoongi entered the hall. The sweet smell intensified, when he approached their apartment, and when he stood right in front of his door he had to cover his face with his hand, trying to breath air without the overload of pheromones.

Was that Taehyung? The scent was a lot more intense, than it was during their morning. And the fact, that his scent was in reach this far off, made him worry to an extent, which made him wonder if it was only, because he’s his friend, or because this would lure other alphas too, like it did when he smelled it himself.

He opened it up, the scent intensifying to a much higher level. He was in heat. And Yoongi had to use all his strength, to not just follow him and fuck him to his matress, when he heard the soft voice all over the apartment. He hated the fact, that the first thought, that went through his mind, was fucking his best friend into the mattress, knowing it was his alpha who lead him to do so.

Yoongi forced himself to the bathroom, which was luckily far off of Taehyung’s room. He opened up their medic cupboard and fished rashly a pack of stabilizer out, that way he could at least keep himself in check and under control. He knew, he wouldn’t just leave the other as he was. If this decision was good or bad - he couldn’t tell. He took his pill, swallowed it dry, and waited for the prescribed 10 minutes to pass. It took all of his strength, to not move an inch, but stay in place, because he could hear. He could hear Taehyung’s cries, whimpers and moans.

When he checked his watch for the 20th time, and made sure the suppressant had to work by then, he slowly allowed himself to leave the safe bathroom and approached Tae’s room. The door wasn’t closed, it was heedlessly left a bit ajar, so when he stood right before his door, it felt like he was inside his room. And he got all red, not being able to stay quite compused. He gave himself a start, and just pushed the door open, thinking that he was mentally prepared. He was most definitely not.

What he first saw was a pile of his own clothes, piled up all around the bed, and on top of it as well. He even noticed his jacket, and just barely realized, that it hadn’t hung outside, where he had hung it the night before. He let his gaze travel to the pair of eyes who were looking to him with such a burning passion, that he couldn’t but realize it on him.

There was so much lust in them, that Yoongi was rooted on the spot for a few seconds. Until something so endearing and animalistic hit his eardrums, and made him prowl forward. Taehyung was on his knees, his bum up to the ceiling, presenting himself to Yoongi like a good omega in heat would do. This was instinctual, Yoongi reminded himself, it wasn’t because of him, even though the indications of his clothes made his alpha all riled up, he silenced himself, sitting beside Taehyung. But the omega didn’t plan on letting him just sit beside him, and immediately righted up, his hands landing hastily onto Yoongi’s shoulders.

“Yoongi-”, he whined loudly, and Yoongi had to bite onto his lip, so hard he tasted the metallic flavor of blood.

He knew, that Taehyung had to cum, that he had to release, and as a matter of fact, he knew he was close, noticing the vibration of the plug by it’s sound. He looked up to Taehyung, noticing how his thighs trembled, wanting to straddle Yoongi. But he couldn’t give him permission to do it just yet.

“Taehyung”, Yoongi softly said, cupping the other’s cheeks, trying to get the attention he needed.

“Are you going to be a good omega? Will you listen,...will you listen to your alpha?”, calling himself Taehyung’s alpha had his whole body shiver in so many ways, and seeing the other’s reaction - he couldn’t but feel all bubbly.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, and as a matter of fact, Yoongi noticed the sudden extra slick dripping down his honey colored thighs.

‘Selfcontrol, Yoongi, you have to stay calm’

Taehyung suddenly collapsed onto Yoongi - straddling him anyways, his face now just millimeters from his. His hot breath and feverish skin so close, it made Yoongi hold his breath.

“Wanna be good, want you”, he slurred rubbing his middle onto Yoongi’s thigh. Yoongi rumbled deeply, noticing how wet his thigh got, by all the slick, making him half the way gone already. He needed to stay calm, he needed to take care of Taehyung. He needed to make him satisfied first, in order to take care of him, which at best meant, he had to touch him.

It was the first time Yoongi let his fingers run on Tae’s skin, and Taehyung let out a load, needy moan, when he felt the touch of him, his body shivering roughly, making him rock his hips onto Yoongi’s leg hard and harsh. He let out soft pleads, asking for more, so much more, but Yoongi had to stay calm. He knew, that Taehyung hadn’t hit that certain stage yet, since he still could hold himself pretty stable up and in front of Yoongi.

Yoongi took care of Taehyung fast, grabbing Tae’s leaking cock into his fist, starting to stroke him. He started slowly, rubbing the tip and then moved on with his second hand, letting it run down Taehyung’s ass cheek, making the other whimper and scream, his back bending over and over, wanting more.

When Yoongi reached the end of the plug he pushed it further in, making the other fall forward, right onto Yoongi’s crotch area. Taehyung whimpered displeased, seeing how Yoongi wasn’t fully hard, trying to rock his hips down. But Yoongi didn’t let him, holding his hip strongly, making the other instantly stop.

he growled: “Tae, you wanna be a good omega, right?”, his voice so raspy, he was frightened by it himself, knowing that his alpha was just next to the border of taking over. But he had it under control, he had himself under control. The heated omega whined, tears flowing down, hurt from the rejection but not being able to continue since he wanted to be good. He needed to be good.

Yoongi worked his hand to the plug again, his other hand now fisting the other roughly, making Tae bend over Yoongi for support. He pressed the plug in again, moving it in circling motions, trying to please the omega as best as he could. If Taehyung was this needy before his real heat broke loose, he could just imagine how he would actually be during his full fevery heat.

He knew Tae was close when he started to scream his name instead of moaning, and how his dick started to twitch and leak so much precum that Yoongi had to note to hydrate him well after he calmed down a bit. Taehyung had placed his hands in Yoongi’s hair and tugged every few seconds. It startled Yoongi a bit, him being to focused on pleasing the omega’s hole, when suddenly his hair was pulled back roughly. The next thing were lips on his, mouthing him hungrily, tongues pushing into his, licking over his lips.

He would’ve never imagined his first kiss with Taehyung to be like this, he never imagined to ever being able to kiss him. But he didn’t let the other hanging, opening his mouth and entering the other’s mouth with as much hunger as Taehyung had shown him. He bit down on his lips harshly when he felt Taehyung coming, making him scream, tugging harshly with one hand onto his hair, the other scraping his skin on his shoulder blades.

Taehyung came onto Yoongi’s shirt, and fell backwards onto his nest. Yoongi let his gaze travel onto said nest and growled when he noticed it consisted of his clothes. Everything was his. And he knew that he had them for a while now, since he realized some of the clothes he’d missed for some time now. He heedlessly grabbed onto the first fabric he could get around him and spread Tae’s legs slightly, so he could clean him up and get that damn thing out of his perfect ass. Taehyung whimpered in response, spreading them even wider.

And Yoongi knew it was instinctual. He knew that, trust him, but it still made him bite onto his lip. He pulled the plug out, with a plop and threw it without a care on the floor. He cleaned the other up as best as he could, and tried to lay him down comfortably, when suddenly there was a tug on his shirt again.

“Yoongi”, Taehyung whispered and looked at him, again with the lust in his eyes. Then Yoongi did something, he normally wouldn’t do. Even with him being this aroused. He kissed one of Tae’s eyes, making the other hitch.

“Baby, I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go make something small to eat and bring you some water. Be a good kitten and wait for me, okay?”

When Taehyung finally calmed down and Yoongi had left his room he couldn’t bring his heart to stop hammering. Yoongi just had made him come. He gave him the hand job of the century and even fucked him through the plug inside his ass. And he kissed him. And his eyes. His eyes were so full of desire and strain from the desperate desire to keep it together. And it made Taehyung hot all over.

It meant Yoongi liked him. He liked the way Taehyung looked. He liked that Taehyung had used his scent to get off during his heats. He liked how Taehyung moved. His eyes glimmered so beautifully. And his cock was so big, even if it was just half hard.

Taehyung only wanted to roll over, to get a bit more comfortable. But when his nose landed on Yoongi’s jacket he had snatched before, and then everything fell into place, his thoughts, his desires, and how the scent he’d become so attached to enveloped him. And suddenly everything became a blur.

...

He knew something was off right off the bat. Maybe it was just the plain feeling he had in his gut after approaching Tae’s room again.

Taehyung’s heated scent had unfurled all over the air, and seemed to drag Yoongi faster. He knew that his alpha was nibbling at his nerves, trying to get Yoongi lose control, but the stabilizer helped him keep a cold head.

He barely had opened the door when a piercing scream cut through the air and made goosebumps raise onto Yoongi’s skin. He didn’t know what it was, that suddenly threw his inner pace out of the way, if it was Taehyung, his hands full of slick, trying to reach as far into his hole as possible. Or if it was his face, full of drool and tears, completely flushed. Or his eyes, that shone brightly and desperately.

“Alpha”
Yoongi stumbled, Taehyung suddenly on him. They fell to the floor and before Yoongi could grasp that Taehyung must have jumped him right after he’d caught him, he felt the other grind his hips onto his thigh. At this point Yoongi lost all control. Even the heavy poison in his stomach couldn’t keep his alpha at bey.

Suddenly a deep, animalistic growl escaped his throat, and he could feel how Taehyung reacted, if the sudden wetness on his thigh was anything to go by.

“Need- need your-”, Taehyung couldn’t think straight anymore, tried to seek for any sort of friction his alpha would give him. His alpha. More slick poured out, thinking of making Yoongi his. And by a gaze to the other’s eyes it was clear as day that Yoongi must have thought the same.

Yoongi grasped Taehyung’s bare cheeks, squeezing them with a force that would most definitely leave a mark. And Taehyung couldn’t care less, in fact it was the complete opposite. He wanted more. And he knew how to rile every alpha up, because they couldn’t resist their instincts. Yoongi saw what Taehyung was trying to attempt, and tried to keep him away, but wasn’t fast enough.

Taehyung’s lips crashed onto the back of Yoongi’s neck, right at his scent gland, his teeth grazing it, making it seem as though he was about to bite him. A loud and harsh growl followed as reaction, marking his victory as to wanting Yoongi’s alpha come forth.

Yoongi’s whole body felt like he was being put under electricity and he threw the other over, spreading his legs and rocking his hips onto the other, while pinning Taehyung’s delicate wrists over his head.

His voice was so low, it resembled a snarl at this point, when he spit out his last words:

“You’re a bad omega”, before he let nature take its pace.
He took off his tie and tied Taehyung’s hands. He pulled off his pants with one hand, the other inside Taehyung, scissoring him roughly, making the other whimper and squealing, Yoongi’s name always following.

He pulled his cock out, already hard as a rock. Then he suddenly stilled, looking intensely onto the other. He didn’t have a condom at hand, and he knows as a matter of fact; Taehyung didn’t take precautions. His alpha yanked inside his mind, wanting the other to just fill his omega, but he silenced him. He couldn’t fuck him raw, if he didn’t take contraceptives.

“Stay”, he growled shortly, and left his omega lying there on the floor, running to his room and taking the whole pack of condoms with him back to Taehyung’s room. When he re-entered the omega was crying terribly, clutching his hands over his face.

“I- I’m gonna be good, I’ll be good- don’t leave, don’t-”, Yoongi knelt between Tae’s legs, cupping his face into his hand.

“Tae-”, he started lowly but was cut with a harsh kiss. Taehyung was desperately clutching onto Yoongi, and it fired Yoongi up so much that he couldn’t think anymore. No, he didn’t want to think anymore.
With one hand he grabbed Taehyung’s ass, making the other grind down right on Yoongi’s clothed cock, making the other scream a loud moan.

“Yo-Yoongi, more, more, mor-”, Taehyung started to unbutton his shirt, and pushing it to the side, not even taking his time to undress Yoongi properly, when his lips started to taste Yoongi’s chest, letting out soft gasps. The alpha stiffened, when the omega trailed down, to his stomach, leaving a trail of drool all over his upper body, he wasn’t able to keep it in. Yoongi stared down at him, observing, when Taehyung opened up his pants, zipping the zipper down impatiently.

But Taehyung suddenly froze and on Yoongi’s frowning face suddenly appeared an evil grin. Taehyung looked up, his eyes blown wide and lust clouded every cell of his brain. He waited for approval. he wanted to be a good omega. He waited for permission.

Yoongi growled, responding to his silent plead, and Taehyung hungrily licked around his lip, yanking Yoongi’s underwear down and winced as soon as he laid eyes onto Yoongi’s cock, which sprung right up, standing tall and hard. Taehyung’s whole body let out a shudder and he didn’t even wait a second longer when he finally put the dick inside his mouth. He kept trailing his tongue wet and full of drool all over Yoongi’s shaft, making it so wet, and ready to be put inside him as fast as possible. When he was satisfied, he looked up, one hand kang´ding onto Yoongi’s shoulder, righting his back while pushing his chest onto Yoongi’s.

“Yoongi, want- alpha- want you”, he purred, making Yoongi even harder and trapped into the overall mood. He crashed his lips onto Taehyung, tugging his hair harshly back, making the other whimper into the mouth. He pushed two fingers right through Taehyung’s rim, making the other squirm, and bend into the movement for more.He fucked his fingers roughly into Taehyung, making all sorts of noises since Taehyung was so wet and fully covered by slick. Yoongi entered a third finger and pushed Taehyung with one hand on his throat down, making him choke.

Yoongi couldn’t describe it, he just started to grin, like he went full on psycho, adding a fourth finger, making the other scream. But Taehyung never moved away, instead, kept moving with Yoongi’s flow, making the other go crazy. Taehyung’s ass was just perfect - so perfect to fuck. He dragged his fingers out, making Taehyung moan desperately, wanting to be filled up again.

But he stopped whining as soon as he saw what Yoongi was doing. Yoongi licked his slick off of his fingers, keeping his gaze heavily on Taehyung, pressing himself hardly onto the now gaping hole. Taehyung felt like fainting, releasing even more slick and his dick leaked so much cum that it made Yoongi nearly chuckle. But only nearly, since his dick was now being covered by all the slick that kept dropping out of his omega.

He loved it. He loved everything. He loved how Taehyung squirmed beneath him, how his chest kept quaking under his touch. He loved the reaction the other showed, he’d always loved simply everything. Even the little things were the most adorable things he’d ever seen. One of the reasons, why he decided on staying and taking care of Taehyung wasn’t because he felt the obligation to do so, speaking from an alpha’s perspective. It was because he himself, his human self, wanted to see him, wrecked and all over the place, drool everywhere and his brain so far off the end that everything he could think of was his cock, his knot, inside of him. He admitted, that Taehyung awoke a completely new part in him, and he was sure that this part would always be exclusive for Taehyung.

He lined himself up, brushing the tip of his cock at the entrance of Taehyung’s hole. He could feel how the other shuddered with excitement. He could feel his need, being gripped tightly around his neck. Taehyung’s legs were around his waist now, wanting to lower the alpha and get him inside.

He let his cock slowly enter, making sure that he wasn’t going in too fast, wanting to make this a nice memory for Tae, even though he was pretty sure he won’t remember it, since heat sometimes messed with an omega’s head. But suddenly he felt Tae’s legs, pushing him right in, making himself moan out loudly into the apartment, when finally, his walls were stuck around Yoongi.

Yoongi’s cock, his knot, was inside him now. And at this point he couldn’t even stop his tears from falling relentlessly. He’d push it to the fact, that he was in heat, when clearly he was just too overwhelmed with everything. He finally got Yoongi to fuck him. And hell’d break loose, if he didn’t take this chance and make Yoongi unable to ever forget this. He clenched as hard as he could around him, biting his ear in an act of possession too, since it was the nearest part of the alpha’s body that he could reach and he felt the satisfaction all over his body, when the other snarled so loudly, it made his whole body tremble.

Yoongi was plagued with one shudder after the other, Taehyung drove him mad, and the omega sure as hell knew what he was doing, when he felt little bites around his ear, making him letting out one snarl after the other, not being able to keep his act together. After some slow thrusts into the other he departed from the idea to be cautious with Taehyung. He let his alpha take over.

He put one hand onder Tae’s knee, pulling it upwards and angled himself in a position, where he could hit the other’s prostate dead on. And so he did, one rough thrust after the other, making Taehyung scream out his name.

“Yoongi! Oh my god- God- YES”, He squealed in such a high tone, Yoongi never thought he was even capable of hitting such high notes. The omega’s hands were attached to Yoongi’s hip, dragging the other inside him every time Yoongi pulled out, just to crash right in him again. He was fucking his omega so roughly that he basically pushed the other into the mattress. At some point Taehyung got so weak, he couldn’t even keep his hips meeting the other in his thrust and just took it.

Yoongi was close, he felt how his knot started to grow and looked up to Taehyung who now let out so many moans that his vocal cords must go lash any time now. He wanted to see how Taehyung reacted when he noticed his knot-

Suddenly Taehyung’s hands fisted the bed sheets, his eyes shooting up to his alpha, his whole body clenching. His eyes glimmered with all the tears, but Yoongi saw that the other noticed it. Taehyung arched his back, pushing against Yoongi, meeting him now every thrust, wanting his knot.

“Yoongi- want- I want it”, he winced while coiling up. His whole body showed indication of excitement, full of goosebumps and reddened areas.

Yoongi held back now, stopping his thrusts, with burying himself deep inside the omega. But not as deep as Taehyung wanted him to be. Taehyung cried out, because he knew, Yoongi was just teasing.

Yoongi bent down, his face next to Taehyung. “Tae”, his words were nothing but a low whisper. And that was all it took. Taehyung had imagined it over and over again but finally hearing him, in reality, saying his name with so much passion, it made him cum so hard, all over his stomach. But that didn’t hinder him from clenching his walls vene tighter around his alpha. He put his arms around the other’s neck, not wanting to let him righten himself up.

“Tae, do you want my knot?”, Yoongi asked. And Taehyung had said some stupid thing as a response, but not now. Not when he wanted it so bad he would literally die for it. he nodded rashly.
“Then”, Yoongi took his arms off, placing one hand around Taehyung’s neck and looking down on him with such an intense stare, that Tae’s now softened dick, twitched.

“Beg”

Taehyung screamed in desperation, his hands flying to the hand on his neck, tightening the grip around it.

“Please- Yoon- Please, give me your knot, want your knot”

Yoongi’s eyes shimmered, when his grip tightened, and he bend down again, inches away from Taehyung’s face, when he lowly said:

“Good boy”

Chapter Text

[5 years prior]

Taehyung didn’t feel like coming out. He’d been through a very demanding relationship once, having to deal with a very … individual boyfriend. He didn’t want to describe it any other way, and honestly, he still feels like he’s lurking somewhere, just waiting for Taehyung to do something that made him think he might go against him.

Sael joon was a nice guy at first, sure, he was like the splitting image of innocence and if he hadn’t been with him in a relationship for that long he would’ve never realized how broken he was in his mind. After a while, meaning after they’d started to date, Taehyung didn’t really want to split up, since the sex was just mind bending. Maybe it had something to do with their kinks being in synch, or him being willing to do every shit Taehyung wanted to pull off. It showed, that that wasn’t exactly one of his brightest ideas.

It didn’t take long for Sael Joon to take it as natural, for Taehyung should always stay home, he didn’t need friends nor family, and soon he started to literally lock Taehyung up because the other wouldn’t listen to him.

At first, Taehyung tried to reason, maybe he was just having a phase, some sort of midlife crisis, but soon he realized, something was wrong with him. And at some point Sael Joon even tried to make the other beg for certain things, basic things, such as water or nourishment. At some point Taehyung didn’t do that either, so he lost lots of weigh. But Joon just wouldn’t give him anything to eat nor drink, he wanted the other to beg and show the both of them who had the say in the relationship. Taehyung would cry himself to sleep every night, not sure if he’d survive the next day.

About two months with no contact from Taehyung, his parents and his best friend teamed up and called the police, who effectively showed up at their doorstep. At that point Taehyung couldn’t even stand by himself, his last meal weeks ago and the last time he drank anything at all was five to six days ago, very little at that.

When they rescued him, it was the worst he’d ever felt. Because Jimin and his parents were present as well. And when they found him, behind the finally unlocked door in the far end of the apartment, all sunken in sheets, weighing nothing more than 45 kilogrammes, Jimin instantly started to cry. And that broke Taehyung as well. Because he never wanted the people closest to him see him like this.

Jimin has never left Taehyung alone after that experience, even though it was over a year ago, and Taehyung could say all he wanted, but he’s still thankful for him. Because now he at least won’t jump every time someone calls his name, someone tries to touch him, and even his sex drive started to unfold again. According to Jimin, not really something he needed to unfold though, but this meant normality for Taehyung. This meant he could get back to the person he was, but much wiser, much attentive of the people he gets to know. Which brings him to today, meeting a person he very much liked to lay his eyes on.

Taehyung had always liked Yoongi, ever since he was introduced to him by Jimin. Jimin used to know everybody, literally anybody on the campus, who breathed and had a name. That included pets or animals in general. When he asked if Taehyung was alright, with meeting up of some of the guys he knew from his courses, Taehyung was in. The last time he had fucked an alpha had been quite a while, so of course he wouldn’t let a chance like that slip. When they arrived his eyes didn't land directly onto Yoongi. Taehyung liked to flirt, but in an elegant way, so he had lots of small talk, and got himself a sense of how every alpha was constipated.

Because Taehyung wouldn’t just fuck any alpha. He had to choose them wisely, since his wants were… special.

There was only one guy that kind of caught his attention, Hoseok was his name, but every time Taehyung tried to seduce him, he’d always turn to his left, where an alpha was seated that kept to himself. He was very quite and didn’t even attempt to get a conversation going. The only ones he talked to, were Hoseok and Jimin. And every time he turned to talk to them he seemed like a really nice and sympathetic guy.

But the consistent attempt of other omegas to seduce him were fucking with his nerves, even Taehyung could notice. But that didn’t surprise him. YOongi had one of the strongest and most mesmerizing scents he’d ever smelled. It made him want to be fucked by him, on that table in front of them, for everyone to see. But Taehyung could keep himself under control. Since those were the alphas he’d usually have, he was used to this kind of smell. The others clearly weren’t and at some point YOongi wanted to leave.

Funnily enough Jimin asked if they would agree to to make it private and asked Yoongi and Taehyung if they’d like to go to his flat. It turned out that Hoseok was in fact Jimin’s neighbor, so he just joined the round as well. When they got to Jimin’s, a bear can in everyone’s hand, they started to talk about banal things. Stories of their childhood - simple stuff. At some point they started to have more serious conversations, such as what they’d like to do, now, where everyone in the round was about to graduate. Jimin and Hoseok were going professional in their professions, which meant competitive dancing. Taehyung found it admirable, since he himself had danced for three years, but shortly after found out that his true passion laid within music.

When Taehyung had mentioned his passion for instruments and producing thus melodies, Yoongi started to open up, speaking to Taehyung the first time directly. They talked about the process, what either of them preferred, as a program and instrumental. What their preference in genres were, and where they left their hands off. It was the first time Taehyung could talk to someone so freely, without having to restrict himself. He couldn’t deny the euphoria, when he made the other laugh about a silly thing he mentioned, how his cat like eyes got smaller, and how his gums shone through. He should’ve known, what he was experiencing, looking back at it now. He should’ve known that Yoongi had stolen his heart right then and there. His grasp tightly around his heart, not letting the other any possible path to escape.

He loved it. He wanted to keep talking to the other. But he knew this was dangerous. Because they were just too compatible. And getting attached to someone at this stage of his life still wasn’t at the top of his bucket list. He was stupefied from the other, his pheromones now stronger, gracing his nostrils.

“Yoongi, how long do you plan on staying?”

The mentioned looked up to Jimin, who had brought another round of drinks for everyone. Taehyung became clairaudient, his eyes shooting to the alpha in surprise. He was going to leave? To a different city?

“Well, for now there are three weeks planned. I’ll stay at a hotel in the neighborhood to the studio and everything, so we definitely should hang out every now and then”, Yoongi smiled, raising his can to the middle, as if to make it a promise. Three weeks. This was such a short amount of time, and Taehyung drifted off. Yoongi would leave. He would go back to the city he lived in, which was about a 5 hours drive.

“Where is the studio located?”, Taehyung suddenly asked, leaving everyone dumbfounded, since they had moved on from the topic while he was in his own world. Yoongi shifted, his position now more towards Taehyung.

“Around this area, on the 66th, why?”, Yoongi responded lowly, looking curious to the omega. Taehyung had to refrain from drooling.

“Wouldn’t it be cheaper to just stay at my apartment? It’s only one block away and it has a guest room, too”

Jimin looked dumbfounded. Well it was no surprise, since Taehyung hated to let people stay over. It was the first time since he’d known Jimin that he actually invited someone to sleep at his place.

Yoongi looked surprised, but then frowned, thinking about the idea. Taehyung was sure he was trying to think of the pros and cons, but there weren’t any cons. And he would save some money. So he nodded, agreeing with Tae’s idea. That was how it all had begun.

[2 years after Yoongi moved in]
[Yoongi]

“Do you want one too”, Jessy looked over her shoulder, a shake in her hand, stilled, standing in front of the cashier.

She had asked if Yoongi had time to spare, and since she was his girlfriend he couldn't really say no. Her prickly bloomish scent wafted towards him, making his nose slightly crunch. He liked spending time with her. Like he’d always do, with every person he dated. They were all nice people, sure they had flaws, but they all were nice people in their core.

He couldn’t help his thoughts wandering off, though. He’d been living with Taehyung for about two years then, and he’d never gotten along with someone so well in his whole life. It had its downsides. Such as him wanting to compare Taehyung to every person he dates as a example. He knew it was weird. He hadn’t done that before, and when he’d realized, that he couldn’t stop himself from doing it, it made him feel that he wasn’t in control. He couldn’t keep any relationship after Taehyung. Every time he brought someone home he noticed a glimmer in Taehyung’s eyes. He couldn't describe it- he wouldn’t call it jealousy. He wouldn’t describe it that way. But it resembled something… it resembled the reaction of child whose toy got snatched. At first. Because when Taehyung noticed, that Yoongi never actually got too intimate with any of them - he never spent his rut with them, or their heat- there was this shiny thing his eyes did, every time he came home, an omega under his arm, and making the omega leave shortly after. It made his body shudder, because he knew what that shine meant. He knew what the other felt, every time he let his gaze travel up the body of the current omega. He knew he was better. He knew he was more beautiful and stunning than any of Yoongi’s partners were. ANd he knew, that Yoongi’s standards grew with every passing breath.

The only thing Taehyung didn’t seem to know was, that these reaction were ike the fuel that made the fire burn even hotter, and bigger, and more destructive than ever. And Yoongi continued, shorter periods between the changes of his partners, just to see Tae’s face, his sly smile every time an omega froze when they saw him. When they saw how beautiful he was, and they all knew they never stood a chance to begin with. It made him want to possess this beauty. Made him want to be the one, who Taehyung belonged to. If he could, he would grab him by his throat, expose his neck and break his skin with his fangs. He tried his best to keep his scent as neutral as possible, when he was around Taehyung, tried to exude a strong pheromone, not wanting to let the other sense his desire.

But then he looked at the partners he was dating. He felt guilt rise up to his throat, knowing how bad it was. Knowing how unfair he was being, when coming face to face with them. Every time they opened up to him he fled. He didn’t want to get too much involved with them. He knew he was being an asshole, he knew it so well. He hoped for the day he’d finally find the one who could make him forget about Taehyung. Who could make him forget his dreams he had about the omega, bend over his knee, whimpering in pain, caused by the harsh spanks he’d given him. He was afraid that one day he won’t be able to stop himself. That one day, he would tie the younger down, and make him his, and lock him away for ever, so no one would ever see him ever again, only Yoongi himself. He started to get obsessed. But it didn’t feel ...real. He sometimes even thought, that this behaviour was normal. That thinking, Taehyung would look so good naked, covered by an apron on Yoongi’s lap, his hands behind, tied while moaning out his name when Yoongi would fuck him raw, even though he was just standing in the kitchen, making them dinner would explain it. He snapped out every time Taehyung gave him that smile. That smile, that lighted up his mood, his body, his whole mind. And then he felt guilt. So much guilt.

“What are you thinking about?”, he’d startled out of his thoughts, looking up from the bench he was sitting straight to a smiling Jenny.

“You looked so deep in thoughts, were you thinking about me?”; she winked and handed over a bottle of apple juice. He hated apple juice. He took it anyway, opened it and took a few sips, before putting it next to him. He gestured to his other side, smiling slightly, trying to cover the guilt in his eyes once again- it became a habit.

“Yeah, what do you want to do? Wanna go see a movie? Or-"

“Let’s go to your place, I’ve never been there, it’s time you show it to me!”

Yoongi stopped, grinding down a sigh, slowly nodding. He knew after today, she’d be gone. She shouldn’t have asked to go. It’s a shame she didn’t know, she wouldn’t had asked then, that was for sure.

When they arrived, she was clutched under his shoulder, laughing, while taking off her shoes. He saw Tae’s pair, laying neatly in a corner of the outdoor floor. He was home. And as if he commanded him to show up, he appeared in the hall, looking straight to Jenny, scanning her body up and down. Jenny stilled, startled of the guy who appeared out of nowhere. She must have noticed the scent Taehyung was emitting, it belonged to an omega. She looked up to Yoongi.

“This is?”

“Taehyung, I’m Yoongi’s roommate”, Taehyung responded, not even a second later. He was used to this, just as much as Yoongi was.

“Oh..”, she looked perplex, but pout her shoes neatly on the side nonetheless, looking expendant towards Yoongi.

“Show me your room.”

Her touch didn’t do anything. She tried to make him fully hard, he knew she tried her best, by using a variation of pumps and sucks on his knot. But he couldn’t do it. He got half hard, sure, his alpha liked having a pretty and ready omega waiting for him. But his alpha also knew, that a way better omega was on the other side of the apartment. That the omega was waiting for Yoongi to end things fast and get the foreign omega out. And that’s really the only thing that kept him going. Just imagining the look on the other put him in the mood. Did he feel bad, when he thrusted into Jenny, thinking about Taehyung being a moaning mess instead of her? He never denied that. Guil was alway present, pushing down on his back. But he needed the physical contact. His rut was coming, he needed this, because he was just too afraid what he could do if he didn’t use her instead.

She was getting her things together, looking over her shoulder. Yoongi sat there, his duvet over his underbody. He looked out the window, expressionlessly waiting until she finally would leave. What he didn’t expect was what she said next:

“I know you think of him. Everyone knows. I know you’re going to dump me when i walk out of the front door, because that’s what you do every time you let your partner enter”

He looked at her, his eyes slightly widened. He wasn’t surprised, he slept with a lot of people in his firm. Still, the way she explained it confused him, it seemed as if she already had accepted what was to come.

“Honestly, it’s frustrating. But when I saw for myself, I couldn’t be mad, or sad or whatever. Because the way he looks at you… I can understand that, at least. And you’re an asshole for enjoying it. But then again, I guess he’s as sick as you, because until now he didn’t interfere. If you want someone to fuck. you know my number”, and then she left. Yoongi stared into nothing for a while after her presence had distanced itself. The only thing he could understand at that moment, that Taehyung maybe was like him. Maybe he was as fucked up in his head as he himself. But he would never ask him. He would never confront the other. Some may ask why, btu he himself didn’t know. It didn’t feel right to do it now. He didn’t feel ready, and when he was going to ask the other out, he wanted to be ready. How can he be ready when all he thinks is how nice Taehyung would look like, all chained up on this very bed, all pretty and aroused under him, cheeks flushed and legs spread out, ready to give him pups. Yoongi knew, yes he was absolutely sure, that slowly, but surely, he was going crazy. And the most terrifying thing was, that he enjoyed every bit of it. That he wanted more. So he stayed.

[Taehyung]

Taehyung could hear everything. Maybe it was because he sneaked inside the room right next to Yoongi’s. Maybe it was because he knew how thin the walls in that spot were. But he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to listen. If he couldn’t make the alpha moan himself, he could at least eavesdrop. He heard how they kissed, he heard her moans, probably because Yoongi was forceful. He could hear how their clothes hit the floor, the belts clinged and chimed. He could hear Yoongi’s bed creak, how the omega whimpered. Taehyung closed his eyes, relaxing his body. His ear right to the wall. And he imagined, how it would be. How Yoongi’s tongue would feel, when it licked over his sensitive skin, how his hand would grasp his hips, making him shudder. What gaze he would give Taehyung, observing the other attentive. How he would writhe up to Yoongi’s touch. He heard a growl through the wall, and it send a flash of shudders down his spine. He loved Yoongi's growl. It was deep and instinctive, it was his alpha. He heard her whining, saying that he should add another finger. And Taehyung drifted off again, imagining how it would feel like if the alpha was between his legs, spreading them wide, looking at his clenching hole covered in slick. How he would add a finger after the other, stretching his aroused walls. Suddenly there was a screech, and he knew he had put his cock inside of her. Taehyung whimpered, because he couldn’t stop himself from imagining it. Imaginating Yoongi entering him. How his tip would be sucked up into his hole, because he wanted it, He wanted the alpha. He wanted him deeply and wild, wanted to be tied down, he wanted so much. But he got nothing. The only thing the alpha would ever give him were the groans and moans Taehyung could overhear.

Taehyung’s fingers traveled down to his pants. Yoongi must have pushed something inside her mouth, because now there were muffled moans, his groans were now clearly audible. And god, he sounded so fucking hot. Taehyung didn’t only push one finger in, that would never had satisfied him. He pushed two fingers deep inside him. His third right after, he could hear the thrust. He adjusted his own to the tempo the alpha had. And it felt like he was fucking him. Yoongi was inside him, instead of that ugly omega. He bit onto his free arm, because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep calm. If he could hear them, they would be able to hear him as well. The grunts became more audible, making Taehyung go insane. His finger thrusting in in a faster pace, because he had to finish fast. He wanted to see the look in the omegas eyes, and make them understand. He wanted it to fuck off. Because she would never be enough. She would never satisfy Yoongi completely. Maybe physically, but never mentally. Because Taehyung had him in his grasp. And she knew. He saw it in her eyes. He saw realization, saw the acceptance and every emotion that could be described as desperate. Because she knew, it was going to be the last time.

Sometimes he wished. He wished for the other to pick him. To fuck him. To love him. To hold him in his hands. Sometimes he wished the alpha was his, and his only. Sometimes he imagined a mark on the alpha’s neck. But those were only wishes. He knew the alpha wouldn’t give in. He knew, that Yoongi would never want him as a partner. Because Taehyung wasn’t good enough. Because Taehyung would never be enough. And Taehyung knew that. He knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to be near the alpha. He wanted to smell his scent at any second of the day. He wanted to touch the alpha, even if it meant only brushed of hands while giving out plates for dinner.

He pushed his finger deeper, rubbing on his prostate, but it wasn't enough. And TAehyung started to tear up because, how could that ever be enough. How would he ever feel fully satisfied, when the only thing that could make him come was a knot. A thick, deep knot.

He looked to his side, wanting something to fill his hole. Something that could be used as a dildo or a plug, anything. His eyes stilled on a T-shirt. It was Yoongi’s. He used it for his workouts. And it laid on the pale of dirty clothes. It had his scent all over it. And Taehyung couldn’t think any further, grabbing it like it was the only thing, that would keep him alive. In a way it really did make the impression, for Taehyung at least.

He hesitated, when his hands grasped the cloth. He knew, if he was going to use this, he would never be able to stop. He had to consider wisely, but when suddenly a snarl came through the wall, making his body quake in adrenaline, he was lost. He pushed the T.shirt onto his face, and when his scent hit him, he came. Right then and there. Slick pooled out of him, like waterfalls, his pants completely wasted. But he couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down his cheeks. It smelled so fucking good, he whined so hardly, burying his whole head into the T-shirt. He was never going to be able to jack off without this. And he knew that he’d have to steal clothes from Yoongi. He needed them.

[1 day prior to present]

“Yoongi…”, Taehyung breathed, his voice so horse he couldn’t even vocal his words rightly. Yoongi looked up from his Tae’s collarbone, for he was biting on it to leave another of his marks. He moved up, making the other whimper, since his knot was still inside the omega.

“What is it, Tae?”, he asked, and brushed back the other’s hair. It was wet, fully soaked with all the sweat the omega constantly produced. Taehyung was gorgeous. Even when he was all worn out, not even fully capable to be fully present, his body shimmering and smelling in all the sweat, he was still the best Yoongi could ever wish for.

Yoongi felt his knot wear out, and pulled out of his omega, his hole leaking slick. It clenched as soon as Yoongi distanced himself, making the omega whine and trying to grab the other, wanting to pull him close again. But Yoongi had to take care of Taehyung first. A bath should relax the overtaxed muscles, in the meantime he would try and make something edible for the both of them to eat. He was turning back, when Tae’s head landed on Yoongi’s lap, looking up to him with half closed eyes, grabbing onto his leg. His hips were in the air, as if he’d tried to present them to his alpha, making his back curve beautifully.

“Want another knot...please”, Taehyung mumbled now, his words slurred lightly. Yoongi had taught the other to beg now, for everything he wished for. He brought his hand up, stroking through Tae’s hair again, making the other lean into the touch. Yes, Taehyung should just rely on him. Just like he did now. He didn’t need anyone besides Yoongi. And neither did Yoongi. As long as they were together.

[Taehyung]

Taehyung woke up feeling completely drained. His throat hurt, his head seemed to swirl and all he could think about was a glass of ice cold water. He looked up, when he noticed something warm was underneath him. He couldn’t remember anything at first, but then it hit him.

He looked into the face of the one guy he had a crush on for the last 5 years. His eyes were closed, his hair all ruffed, and his whole neck was full of bruises. That’s when he noticed, that he himself had his neck full of pain. One memory after the other hit him. He had fucked with Yoongi for two days straight. Through his heat. Yoongi had taken care of him, in the role of his alpha.

Shame suddenly bubbled through the paths of his mind, knowing he had pushed the other into fucking him senseless. He had used his heat to make him his. And he couldn’t even deny the sheer happiness he felt, when he felt his hole clenching at the thought, giving him a sharp twinge. He couldn’t help but feel hot all over again, just knowing that he had Yoongi’s knot. And it had satisfied him in such a big way, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever wanted to take any other’s knot.

He tried to push himself off the bed, at least so he could sit, but he promptly forgot the idea, as his back reminded him that his body sure as hell wasn’t ready to do anything just yet. Suddenly he heard grumbling, then the fabric move, and was met with a hand on his cheek. He looked up, where he assumed the head of the other to lay, when his breath was caught half way in his throat.

Yoongi looked a bit puffy, yes, but did that help him look less gorgeous? No, it most definitely didn’t. If anything, this whole concept- him being on his sheets, surrounded by Taehyung’s things, inside his nest- it all made his head go blank, his stomach quaking. His lips were slightly pursed, puffed out from sleeping, that’s when he noticed bite marks all over the others lips. Taehyung must have gone into a vine red tone, when he averted his gaze, wanting to disappear right that instant. He could remember so well, how the older’s lips, in his haze, were the softest and most delicious things to bite on, how he enjoyed the groans and moans of the other, every time he had nipped on them.

“I want to fucking die”, he whispered in pure embarrassment, clutching his head onto the other’s chest, his shoulders dragged up, wanting to make himself disappear. Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, caressing Taehyung’s cheek with so much care, it made Taehyung all soft again. He was so gone for this man, he couldn’t even comprehend, let alone, explain it.

[present]

It was hard for Taehyung to even look at the other. His body wanted, yearned, for the other, wanting to feel his touch all over again. 3 days had passed since Tae’s heat, and he could still feel his hole clench into nothing. Making it even worse. Yoongi didn’t go out, as he usually did. He came straight home, he even woke up earlier so he could finish earlier. Taehyung didn’t know what that meant. The only thing he clearly knew, was that the alpha was waiting. Like a lion waiting for its prey. And Taehyung knew, that he wasn’t far from just giving in. He and his omega, who clearly gave itself to Yoongi during his heat. But Taehyung couldn’t. They both knew, clear as day, that if they’d just give in, they would never return to the way they were. He was obsessed with the alpha, in a way that it could be described as unhealthy- he knew that. But what would that actually mean? If Yoongi… made him his, he wouldn’t be able to ever live normally again. He wouldn’t be able to leave the alpha get out of the house, he wouldn’t be able to be alone and he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to let the other go.

And he wasn’t the only one who knew that. Because Yoongi’s eyes were the same as him, when he looked himself in the mirror. Full of want, but hesitation. Because if either was to back out, they’d kill themselves. They both realize that. Tae’s hackles stood up, feeling the stare of the other once again. He wished he could turn around, go over to Yoongi and just- give him whatever he wanted. He’d give his neck to the other, letting him mate him, and lock them up inside the apartment. So they wouldn't ever need to leave. But he couldn’t. He was torn inside, between the desire and the fear of losing himself completely. He heard how the other stood up from the kitchen chair, his spoon clinking on the porcelain plate, indicating he’d finished his soup. Taehyung didn’t mean to, for he’d only wanted to step away and let the alpha do his dishes. But he instead ended up bumping into the other, the plate fell, scattered all over the floor. And his breath stopped, locking eyes with the other. He could see the strain in Yoongi’s muscles, his eyes widening, realizing how close they stood. And Taehyung loved it. He loved the lust, passion, love, obsession and desire inside Yoongi’s eyes, blazing hotly. He loved how the other seemed to stare into the other’s soul, like Taehyung was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Like there wasn’t anything other than Taehyung in his mind. And Taehyung whined, because he so fucking much loved it. His arms flew up, grabbing the alpha’s neck, pushing himself against the alpha’s body, his feet stomping onto the sherds. And Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He lifted Taehyung up, and finally, their lips meet again. Hungrily, wanting and passionate, all into one swift motion, making the both of them growl. Tears fell down Taehyung’s cheeks, because he knew- he had made his choice. He broke the kiss, leaned his neck back and presented himself to the alpha. Yoongi snarled, his glance strained, because he seemed to want to control himself.

“Mate me”, Taehyung said, his voice octaves higher, his hips moving forward, his hands crawling onto Yoongi’s hair.

“Mate me”

Yoongi looked long into Tae’s eyes. And Taehyung knew he already won. He knew he had him. In his grasp, tightly and all to himself.

Yoongi will be his. His, all his. he wouldn’t need to share. He wouldn’t need to pretend, that he was okay with the other dating strangers. Yoongi would mate him. Yoongi wanted him, the same way he wanted him. He didn’t need anyone anymore. He wanted Yoongi, only Yoongi.

And he knew the alpha saw all that in his eyes. Because not only his eyes told him that. His whole body quaked, his grip tightening every second, his lips pulled by his teeth sharply, because he wanted to moan so bad, anticipating the moment of his skin breaking. The moment he would become his. The moment he could call himself Yoongi’s mate. And he felt Yoongi breaking. Breaking into 1000 pieces. He snarled so loudly, that it made Taehyung screech, slick dropping down on command. His omega was taking over. And Yoongi’s alpha took over as well, his eyes turning red, and Tae knew his eyes weren’t any better. He could feel them burn- when suddenly a sharp pain intoxicated his whole body, making him let out a silent scream. Yoongi bit him.

He finally was Yoongi’s. He screamed, so loud that the neighbors would probably worry. But he couldn’t care less, when Yoongi shifted forward, dragging Taehyung a few steps, when he lifted him and pushed him down onto the table. He didn’t let go of Tae’s neck when he unfolded his hard cock, and put it straight into Taehyung, raw and fast, making him jump and scream even louder. But it wasn’t the pain that Taehyung felt. It was the knowledge, that Yoongi wanted to give him pups. That he would cum inside him. That Taehyung finally would feel the pleasure of cum inside him. And he clutched himself onto the alpha, because at this point his mind was a mess, his muscles overtaxed and everything hurt so badly, but it made him feel so good and aroused, he felt smitten between everything.