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When Taehyung presents as an alpha, it's not even really a question of who he'll spend his future ruts with. Jimin has already pounced on him, breathing in his new scent, like warm brown sugar but a little more woodsy, a little more alpha. Taehyung eagerly scents him back, flushed and still exhausted from the stress of presenting, sighing as he breathes in Jimin's calming caramel scent.
"We smell so good together, fuck," Taehyung rasps, and Jimin's laugh is loud and pleased.
Jimin always had a feeling Taehyung would be an alpha, but it was never a guarantee, as with anyone's presentation. Jimin himself thought he could be an alpha for a little while, but the others always rolled their eyes at that, ruffled Jimin's hair and told him he was too much of a nurturing caretaker to present as anything other than an omega.
(There were maybe some size jokes, too, but Yoongi — also an omega — always shut those down immediately. Yoongi never let his status define him, unquestionably one of the most dominant members of their group.)
Jimin doesn't mind the idea of being the omega to Taehyung's alpha, though. It feels right, feels like their biologies are just confirming the fact they're soulmates, two halves of a whole. Best friends, first and foremost, but also something more, now, too. Partners, able to help and calm each other, their wolves settled and content whenever they're together.
So when the topic of Taehyung's rut comes up, no one else bothers to offer their help, because Jimin and Taehyung's eyes have already met across the couch, faces warm but gazes steady and sure.
—
"I'm nervous," Taehyung confesses one afternoon, sprawled underneath Jimin on the couch, both of them just waking up from a nap. Taehyung's voice is deep, raspy, and Jimin's toes curl at the sound. It's been a weird experience, with Taehyung getting closer to his rut, the little bouts of aggression or possessiveness that have Jimin's belly swirling with heat. Not that finding Taehyung attractive is anything new — they've kissed before, first just to practice, and then just because it was nice — but the want that stirs inside him is different, now. Hungrier.
Less innocent.
A couple days ago Taehyung was back-hugging Jimin while they made breakfast and the wide collar of Jimin's sweatshirt had slipped, exposing one shoulder. Jimin didn't think anything of it until he felt the quick sting of teeth on his skin, followed by the hot drag of Taehyung's tongue over the bite and a needy nuzzle at the side of his neck, a low rumble in the alpha's chest. Jimin's knees nearly buckled, more from the startling pleasure of it than the ache to submit, and he could even feel himself start to get wet. On a Tuesday morning, spreading jam on toast.
So it's been a... weird experience for sure.
"Nervous about what? Filming tomorrow?"
"No, no, about, ah." Taehyung grunts, stretching his legs, and Jimin huffs out a laugh when his whole body shifts with Taehyung's. "About my rut. Ever since I bit you—"
Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead lifting his chin to smile fondly at Taehyung, making sure he sees. "Taehyung-ah. Are you still upset about that? You've bitten Jungkookie hard enough to leave bite marks but one little nip at my shoulder and you're worried about your self-control?"
"Yes!" Taehyung shoots back, frowning. "I don't like feeling like I can't control it, like the alpha does what it wants. I don't want to hurt you."
"Baby," Jimin says softly, tilting his head to nuzzle into Taehyung's neck, trying to calm him. "You think I can't defend myself around you if it's too much? I don't mind. And I know you, even with these new instincts you'd never really hurt me. Trust me and trust yourself, okay?"
Taehyung swallows, eyes darkening a little when he says, voice softer, "You wouldn't say that if you knew the stuff I've thought about."
Jimin doesn't back down from Taehyung's gaze, heat swooping in his belly at the words. "Then tell me."
"Jimin-ah..."
Jimin lets his lips graze Taehyung's throat, likes the way it riles him up, his fingers digging tightly into Jimin's hips now. "You think you're the only one that has dirty thoughts, Kim Taehyung? You think I haven't thought about having you during my heat, about how big your knot must be, how much it'll fill me—"
Taehyung whines, high in his throat, tipping his head back. An unusually submissive gesture that makes Jimin feel a little more reckless, a little more powerful like this.
"You think I don't want to bite you too? Leave marks on you so everyone knows you're mine, that your knot belongs to me. Want you to be so rough with me, too, Taehyungie, want to see what you're like in rut, when the alpha just wants to—to fuck and breed, want you to hold me down and—"
"You have to stop or I'm going to come," Taehyung interrupts in a low, strained voice, and Jimin's breath catches in his throat. He can feel the long shape of Taehyung's cock under his thigh but Taehyung's hips haven't moved, how could he already be close—
"Really?" He presses his thigh down, eyes widening when he swears he can feel the hot throb of Taehyung's cock through his sweatpants. Taehyung groans, and Jimin isn't surprised when Taehyung flips them, pressing Jimin into the couch, leaning over him. They're both breathing hard, but Taehyung's eyes are dark, dangerous, and Jimin's pulse races in excitement to be pinned underneath him like this.
"Jimin-ah," Taehyung growls, rolling his hips down. "Say it again."
Jimin closes his eyes, tilts his head back and sighs at the bliss of Taehyung's lips brushing the front of his throat, the way his sweet scent has thickened with arousal. "Say what again?"
Taehyung's voice is much softer, nearly a whisper when he says, "Say that I'm yours."
Jimin's stomach clenches. He can't keep the smile out of his voice when he breathes out, "Oh, baby. You're mine, all mine. My sweet alpha."
Taehyung buries his face against Jimin's neck and gasps out hotly when he comes, body tensing, hips stuttering through it. Jimin holds him, lets him nuzzle weakly as he comes down from his orgasm.
"Nngh," Taehyung says after a minute, and then, in a much clearer voice, "Fuck, we're in so much trouble for doing this on the couch."
Jimin bursts into giggles.
(They do get in trouble, but they're so blissed out from round two in the shower that Hoseok's scolding words barely register.)
—
Taehyung's rut finally comes on a rare day off, and even Yoongi seems impressed by the timing.
"Why can't my heats be this convenient, huh?" Yoongi asks after Namjoon comes out of the room they have set aside for heats and ruts, face flushed.
"Jimin-ah, whenever you're, um, ready. He's asking for you."
There's a swoop low in Jimin's stomach that's definitely more excitement than nerves. "Hyung, are you blushing? Did he try to bite you?"
Namjoon shakes his head, not quite meeting anyone's eyes when he says, "No, he, ah— he tried to submit to me. Our Taehyungie definitely follows his own rules," he adds with a short laugh, and Yoongi beams like he's proud.
Jimin knows the spare bedroom is already stocked with any supplies they could need so he washes up a little — just with warm water, just enough to clean away any lingering scents so his own scent is clear for Taehyung's sensitive nose — and then heads inside, doesn't bother knocking since Taehyung asked for him.
Taehyung is naked, curled up on his side, hugging a pillow while some kind of calming music — maybe a soundtrack to a film? — is playing from his phone. His hips slowly grind into the pillow but they still once Jimin's scent reaches his nose, his head jerking up, eyes widening.
"Jimin-ah?"
Considering Taehyung isn't exactly the picture of dominance right now, Jimin is surprised that all it takes is his name in Taehyung's low, raspy voice for his omega to whine in submission, whine with the need to take care of the alpha.
"I'm here, Tae-Tae."
"You smell so—" Taehyung doesn't finish, pushing the pillow away as Jimin moves closer to the bed, crawls forward and lets Taehyung yank at his clothes, struggling to get Jimin naked with his face buried at the side of Jimin's neck. "It hurts," Taehyung whines, and Jimin finishes undressing himself, coos out a soft, "I know, baby," and cups Taehyung's cheeks to pull him close for a kiss.
They don't kiss for long. Taehyung doesn't have the focus for it, messy and bitey, and Jimin knows that the alpha hasn't been able to reach any kind of release since he woke up in rut hours ago. He reaches for Taehyung's swollen cock, feels the hot throb of it under his fingers, the way he's leaked so much pre-come he's wet like an omega in heat. The thought makes Jimin's face scrunch briefly with a smile.
"Let me— let me taste you first, please, I gotta—" Taehyung pants, words slurring together.
Jimin doesn't realize what Taehyung means until long fingers are sliding between his cheeks, brushing over his hole. Taehyung's eyes are hooded when he brings the same fingers, now glistening with slick, up to his lips and greedily sucks at them.
Jimin flushes.
He gives in to his instincts and settles onto his stomach, on his elbows and knees so his ass is raised up, and Taehyung's answering snarl has excited heat rushing into Jimin's belly. It doesn't even occur to him to be afraid, presenting to an alpha in rut like this. It's Taehyung. Jimin trusts him completely.
Taehyung's licks are as messy as his kisses, tongue dragging hot over his rim, the sudden pressure of it so different from any touch Jimin's had there before. Fingers dig into his cheeks, spreading him wide for the slippery glide of Taehyung's tongue, the relentless stimulation. Jimin moans and tries to press back, impatiently tries to fuck himself against the flat of Taehyung's tongue.
Jimin knows he's just getting wetter, knows all the pheromones in the room are the reason he's so close already, cock heavy underneath him and stomach tight with arousal. But it feels so good, whether Taehyung is trying to get him off or not, two fingers stretching Jimin open so Taehyung's tongue can slip inside.
Jimin shudders, pants out, "Tae, Taehyungie, 'm gonna—" and then comes with a gasp, tightening up around Taehyung's tongue and fingers, hips rocking back to ride out the sudden rush of his orgasm.
Taehyung draws back only to get up to his knees and cover Jimin's back, body broad and hot over Jimin's, his long cock slipping through the mess of slick and spit. He nuzzles Jimin's shoulder, says, "Can I? Oh can I, please—" and is already lining himself up when Jimin tells him yes.
Jimin is still shivering with aftershocks when Taehyung presses in, slowly stretching and filling, so big. He moans, the sound of it high and broken, overwhelmed and burning from Taehyung's heat, from the fullness he can barely clench around, from the heavy cloud of arousal around them.
"Jimin," Taehyung breathes out, sounding just as wrecked. He mumbles something that Jimin just barely catches, but it makes him drop his head forward with a sudden smile.
"Love you too, Tae-Tae. It's okay, I'm— fuck, don't hold back, okay? You make me feel good, alpha."
Taehyung whines and grinds his hips deep, mouth open and panting hot over Jimin's shoulder like he wants to bite but is afraid to. Jimin doesn't try to muffle his cries of pleasure, the way heat pours down his spine when Taehyung starts to thrust. The feeling is so entirely different from the toys he's had during his heat — the wild snap of Taehyung's hips, his little snarls, his scent so thick around them. Jimin's omega keens at bringing the alpha pleasure, at the idea of being bred, and his moan is louder than Taehyung's when the knot finally sinks inside, locking them together.
Taehyung's hips still when he comes, teeth just barely pressing into the skin at the back of Jimin's shoulder, cock pulsing hot inside. Even through the satisfied haze of mating, Jimin still feels a shamefully hot flush as he takes himself in hand, jerking off while he fucks himself back on Taehyung's throbbing knot. When he comes Taehyung whimpers at the tightness of it, fingers digging hard into Jimin's hips, their skin sweaty and sticking when they turn onto their sides.
It's messy and hot, far from perfect, but the way Taehyung holds him and nuzzles at his neck, presses soft kisses until his knot goes down, feels like bliss. They nap like that, Taehyung naturally happy to hold Jimin in his sleep, but when Jimin wakes up and tries to slip away for some water, Taehyung doesn't let him go.
"Tae— Taehyung-ah." Jimin's voice comes out raspy and low. "I'm just getting us some water, okay?"
"Mh, don't move. Feels too good."
Jimin hums at that, rocks his hips back. He's a little sore, but Taehyung's scent is overpowering, has arousal stirring so he can take care of the alpha. "Yeah? Hard again, baby? Want to fuck me again?"
"No, just.... just this? I just want to be inside you for a while. Is that okay?" Taehyung asks in a suddenly shy voice, and Jimin doesn't understand it — why Taehyung would want that more than fucking, why he would be bashful about wanting it when it's just the two of them — but it's not like he has any experience with other alphas in rut to compare it to.
"Yeah, of course that's okay. But as soon as you're, um, done, I'm getting us water."
"Thank you," Taehyung says, burying his face against Jimin's neck, huffing out a contented sigh.
Taehyung really doesn't try to fuck him, after that. Jimin assumes the alpha is hard but he keeps his hips still, pressed deep, breathing evening out again to the feeling of Jimin snug around his cock.
True to his word, Taehyung eventually pulls away so Jimin can get them water and some protein bars, feeding Taehyung little bites even though he doesn't have much of an appetite at this stage.
"I can smell my come on you," Taehyung growls once the water's been safely set aside, crawling towards Jimin on the bed. Jimin lies back and licks his lips under the predatory weight of Taehyung's gaze, the heat in his eyes and the hungry look on his handsome face. He feels pinned under that stare, legs falling open impatiently when Taehyung kisses down his chest, licks at Jimin's hardening cock and mouths at his thighs, nips the soft skin there. Jimin shivers with want.
"Please say you want to fuck me again," Jimin breathes out, and it's the last thing either of them say for a while. Taehyung lines up and presses in, folds Jimin nearly in half to fuck him, and Jimin feels him so deep, thick cock hitting every sensitive place Jimin has, barely giving him time to catch his breath.
He comes like that, just from getting fucked, from the nudge of a knot against his rim and Taehyung's wet mouth at his neck, at his ear, his low groan when he fills Jimin with his come. Taehyung stays inside again — of course, they're knotted, it would be too uncomfortable for both of them if he tried to pull out — and kisses all over Jimin's face, nuzzles at the side of his jaw.
"Baby," Jimin sighs softly, running his fingers through Taehyung's hair. "How are you feeling?"
"Just wanna be close to you," Taehyung rumbles. "I know we can't— and you're taking your pills, I know, but—" Taehyung's gaze is surprisingly clear, expression vulnerable when he finally says, "You smell like mate."
Jimin's stomach swoops, chest tight with an indescribably warm feeling. Inside, his wolf feels like howling. "Tae-Tae."
"My mate," Taehyung adds, voice softer, and Jimin pulls him in for a kiss.
—
Ruts usually last two to three days, which is why when Taehyung declares he doesn't have the urge to fuck anymore not even 24 hours into his rut, Jimin thinks he's done something wrong.
They're in the bathroom while Jimin readies a quick shower, frowning as soon as Taehyung tells him.
"Please don't tell me you think you're hurting me, Taehyung-ah, you know my body's built to take it—"
"No, it's not— it's not that. It's not you. It's just the—" He waves his hands, and Jimin stares, waiting for him to explain. They're both covered in little bruises and bite marks, and the sight of Taehyung all broad and naked in the harsh lighting of the bathroom is very distracting. Jimin's commitment is to take care of Taehyung, first and foremost, but it's not like it's been a hardship to hole up for some marathon sex with one of the most attractive people he knows. "The urgency is gone? If that makes sense. My alpha just wants to. Ah, don't make me say it, just trust me—"
"Your alpha just wants to what?" Jimin asks gently, sensing Taehyung is anxious about this when he starts to mix up his words.
"Be close to you."
"You said that before."
Taehyung blinks slowly, and then glances away. "It's weird..."
"Aigoo, baby, you think I care about what's weird or not? Talk to me." Jimin drags Taehyung into the shower and hugs him, thinks maybe Taehyung will feel braver under the spray of warm water.
When Taehyung finally does talk, Jimin has to strain to hear his low voice. "The way you feel around me, all—all hot and slick and squeezing, I want that. Just that. Want to stay inside you as long as I can. It feels... ah, feels right."
"Oh." Heat jolts into Jimin's belly when he realizes what Taehyung means, what he wants. Not fucking, then, but just... filling? Jimin tries to imagine it, spending the rest of Taehyung's rut like that, the intimacy of it. He wonders, too, if Taehyung feels like less of an alpha for wanting it, and makes up his mind to give Taehyung whatever it is he wants.
Jimin kisses Taehyung slowly before turning around in the shower, bending over slightly and reaching behind to guide the mostly-hard length of Taehyung's cock between his cheeks. His groan is a soft huff of a noise when Taehyung takes the hint and pushes inside, fills and fills until he's settled. The rut has been keeping Jimin embarrassingly wet, so there's no sting as Jimin stretches for his cock, even without preparing himself for it. "You—You like how this feels?"
"Shit, yes," Taehyung chokes out, making no move to pull back and fuck into Jimin. He stays close, hips pressed to Jimin's ass, fingers curling around Jimin's hips when he squeezes around Taehyung's cock to adjust to the feeling.
They go through the motions of showering like that, still connected, and Jimin is dizzy with how much it turns him on. Taehyung is content to just fill him, buried in Jimin's heat, nuzzling at the back of his neck when Jimin's head drops forward and he gives in to the urge to jerk himself off with fast, tight strokes.
"This would be easier if you weren't so big," Jimin gasps out, earning an embarrassed whine from Taehyung. Jimin knows he's babbling, so close to coming, but he can't seem to stop himself. "Better than any heat toy, you make me feel so full and— ah, so good, my Taehyungie, I can't—"
"Come for me," Taehyung says by his ear, voice deep, fingers circling around Jimin's until they're stroking him off together. Jimin doesn't last long after that, throwing his head back with a soft shout as he comes over their hands, squeezing so tight around Taehyung's cock that it earns him a low growl in his ear, a bite at his earlobe.
It doesn't get less intense, coming down from his orgasm all shaky and boneless and still spread open by Taehyung's cock. Taehyung's hands stroke over his belly, up his chest, nose dragging at the side of his neck until Jimin finally asks, "This is really what you want? Just— being inside me, like this?"
Taehyung huffs out a short laugh, voice sounding deeply satisfied in a way that has Jimin's omega preening when he finally says, "God, yes."
—
And so — that's what they do.
When they're in bed Taehyung spoons behind Jimin and eases his cock inside, or lies back while Jimin climbs on top of him, rests his cheek on Taehyung's chest and sits on his cock for as long as he can stand. He doesn't know what to do with the embarrassed heat that rushes through him when he starts to squirm from arousal and Taehyung just hums and holds him still.
Taehyung still comes, eventually, his only warning a quiet hitch of breath by Jimin's ear, or the sharp grip of fingers as Taehyung's whole body tenses, cock jerking and spilling inside. Jimin comes too, muscles fluttering and clenching, small fingers wrapped around his own aching cock as he gasps and whines through his orgasm. It's almost maddening, the staying still, being good like the alpha wants him to. The pheromones tell him to present, to let himself be bred — but Taehyung just wants to cuddle, wants to listen to soft music and nibble at Jimin's throat and keep his cock warm.
They smell food in the evening of the second day and Taehyung talks Jimin into wandering into the kitchen, just to get something to eat, just for a moment. It's not really polite, when they both reek of Taehyung's rut, but it's not like Taehyung is a danger to anyone else right now either. The usual aggression that accompanies heats and ruts is almost non-existent in Taehyung, his roughness contained in little bites and snarls, or a particularly dark look when Jimin won't stop clenching around his cock.
(Sometimes Jimin does it on purpose, just to feel that stare, and feel the hard grip of fingers digging into the soft flesh at his hips.)
They throw on t-shirts and shorts and are grateful to see Jungkook — still unpresented, and therefore not as affected by heat and rut scents — is the only one in the kitchen. His eyes widen when he sees them, chopsticks freezing on the way to his mouth.
"Hello," Taehyung says cheerfully, brushing his fingers underneath Jungkook's chin, and that seems to snap him from his daze. He wrinkles his nose when they step around him (okay, so not completely unaffected by their scents) and finally blurts out, "Shouldn't you two still be fucking?"
"Do you want us to? We were going to eat first, but..." Taehyung trails off, voice playful, but the way he pulls Jimin into a back-hug feels more possessive than that. Jimin lets himself be held, face flushing as Jungkook stares like he can also see right through Taehyung's act.
"Ah, no, I just— 'm surprised. Hyungs said you'd be in the room for a while."
"A good alpha makes sure his partner is well-fed to keep their energy up," Taehyung says, still in that playful tone, and Jimin and Jungkook both make a face at the same time, although for different reasons.
"Oh don't give me that, you were the one who wanted to stuff your face—"
"I'm just gonna, um. Finish eating in the living room," Jungkook says quickly, taking his food with him and shuffling away.
"Did you have to scare him away?" Jimin says, pulling away from Taehyung just long enough to collect containers of food, both of them too lazy to make up plates and settling for eating straight from the takeout containers instead.
"What, would you have rather he stayed and watched?" Taehyung asks, and Jimin huffs out a laugh when Taehyung leans in closer, like he can't bear to be away from Jimin's heat for more than a few moments.
"Watch what? We're just eating..."
Taehyung hums, letting Jimin feed him, picking up his own pair of chopsticks to feed Jimin in turn. He never answers Jimin's question, but a minute later he says, "Do you think he'll end up presenting as an alpha?"
"Mm, probably. I talked to Yoongi-hyung about it the other day. I don't know if that's what Kook wants, but— he'd be a good alpha. A sweet one."
"He would," Taehyung agrees, setting his chopsticks down and sliding an arm around Jimin's waist, breath warm at the side of Jimin's neck. "Would you help him through his rut, too?"
Jimin is already half-expecting the question but it doesn't change the heat that licks up his spine, the flush that warms his face. "Taehyung."
"Sorry, I'm not—" Taehyung makes a frustrated sound, almost a whine, and Jimin realizes Taehyung's hard where he's molded himself against Jimin's back. Not surprising, but. They're in the kitchen. "I'm not trying to be, ah— to be a jerk." Taehyung's breathing is noticeably heavier when he asks, "Jimin-ah. Are you wet?"
That question, Jimin isn't expecting. The heat grows, like flames being fanned in his belly, the scent of Taehyung's arousal filling his senses and making him pliant, eager. If Jungkook turned around, he would still be able to see them, to see Jimin gripping the countertop and Taehyung behind him, nosing at Jimin's hair, fingers teasing the waistband of his shorts.
"You can," Jimin says in a scratchy voice, before Taehyung even asks, and the fingers still. Taehyung's scent grows so thick Jimin can practically taste it. "Hyung wants you to, Taehyung-ah."
"Hyung," Taehyung echoes in a soft, needy voice, and Jimin ducks his head and braces himself when his shorts are tugged down, when there's the rustling of Taehyung pushing his own clothes out of the way so he can slowly press inside of Jimin.
Jimin bites hard at his lip to quiet any noises he might make and flushes with shame at how wet he is, how easily Taehyung's thick cock glides inside. Taehyung is silent except for a whimper when Jimin clenches around him, adjusting, earning the quick tug of teeth at his earlobe in warning.
It's too quiet, too hot like this, pressed so close, any nakedness barely hidden behind the counter while the rest of them is out in the open. Anyone could see, could smell, probably, take one look at Jimin's reddened face and the sweat beading Taehyung's hairline and know what they're doing, how desperate they are—
"Shh, shh," Taehyung hushes him, brushing kisses at the nape of Jimin's neck, hand rubbing slow circles over his belly just underneath his shirt. "Just a little longer, then we'll go back to the room, okay? Just— feels so good right now."
Jimin nods, finally lifting his head and choking out a startled laugh when Taehyung lifts a strawberry to his mouth, holding it up expectantly for Jimin to eat. He leans in and bites into it, savors the sweetness and chases the juice dripping down Taehyung's fingers, licking it up without thinking. It's—It's something Taehyung would do, normally, cleaning fingers without a thought, and Jimin tries not to think of how he must look, lets himself be fed the rest of the fruit until Taehyung drops the leftover stem to the counter.
Taehyung brings his fingers back to Jimin's mouth, and Jimin sucks them past his lips, licks up the red juice and fights the burning instinct to fuck himself back on Taehyung's cock.
They stay like that for ten more minutes, eating a little more, sharing a bottle of water. At one point Jungkook wanders back into the entrance to the kitchen to return his food container and Jimin stutters out a quick, "We can put that away for you," before Jungkook gets any closer.
Before he gets close enough to see Jimin's leaning slightly over the counter just so the angle is right for Taehyung to keep his cock buried inside him.
Jungkook blinks quickly, nose wrinkling again when he sets the food down at the edge of the counter. His ears are flushed a bright red when he nods and mutters, "Okay, thanks, um— good luck with, you know."
Jimin breathes a sigh of relief when Jungkook leaves the kitchen, and Taehyung lets go of his tight grip on Jimin's hip.
"He knew, didn't he," Jimin whines.
"Oh, he definitely knew," Taehyung agrees, and Jimin whines louder, grateful when Taehyung finally pulls out, even if his shorts are a mess of slick by the time they make it back to the bedroom.
They strip out of their clothes and Jimin settles over Taehyung's lap like he belongs there, sinks down onto his cock and kisses Taehyung to muffle his own moan at the stretch. Taehyung lets him get away with lifting and dropping back down a few times before grabbing at his hips, keeping him still. Jimin resists the urge to growl and nip at Taehyung like an annoyed puppy.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, in the kitchen," Taehyung says, arms wrapping around Jimin to pull him into something more like a hug, even though Jimin is too-aware of the heat of Taehyung inside, how he stretches and fills him.
"With Jungkookie?"
"With any of it," Taehyung says, eyebrows furrowed. "Jimin-ah. I know I'm in rut but don't feel like you have to do something—"
"I liked it," Jimin blurts out, surprised that even now, he can feel the heat of a blush flooding his cheeks. "It's embarrassing, ah, I wasn't this much of a sexual deviant before you—"
"Mm, I don't think I can take credit for that," Taehyung hums, grinning a little at Jimin's embarrassment. Jimin's glad to see him so much like himself, glad he was right that Taehyung's instincts would never turn him into a beast without a care for Jimin's well-being.
"I didn't want anyone to see us, exactly, but... but thinking about it made me feel desperate, and hot. If Jungkook had turned around—"
"He would have figured it out pretty quickly. And you would've let him watch?"
Jimin doesn't answer that, instead burying his face against Taehyung's shoulder, breath coming out in quick pants because he can only be seated on Taehyung's dick for so long before he starts to get impatient, starts to ache for more.
"As long as you're not mad at me for it," Taehyung says in a low voice, nuzzling at Jimin's temple, his cheek. His scent is warm and dark and pleased, and Jimin basks in it, lets it fuel his own arousal.
"Never mad at you," Jimin says, wiggling in Taehyung's lap and feeling a delicious swirl of heat at the pressure against his prostate, arms draping around Taehyung's shoulders to brace himself. "Would let you fuck me in front of all of them, let them see how you take care of me, alpha, ah—"
"Definitely a sexual deviant," Taehyung growls, and Jimin laughs when he comes, breathless and shaky, clinging to Taehyung's bare skin.
—
Taehyung's rut breaks the next day in the late afternoon, sunlight spilling in through the window and onto the bed, making Taehyung's sweat-soaked skin glow golden. They both sense it's over — can smell it, and just feel the change between their wolves — after Taehyung knots and spills into Jimin, after Jimin pants through one more orgasm as he's stretched out on Taehyung's swollen knot.
"Fuck," Jimin gasps, blinking spots out of his vision, shivering as he comes down. They haven't showered since yesterday and his torso is a mess of his own come, his thighs even worse off from Taehyung's. He feels filthy. He's sore and in need of a hot bath. And his omega is wholly, deeply satisfied. "That was a good one."
"Gonna miss this," Taehyung mumbles, nuzzling weakly at Jimin's throat, nosing his scent gland. Their scents have calmed now that Taehyung isn't (technically) in a breeding frenzy, and Jimin knows his own is soothing to Taehyung. It makes sense he would be seeking it from the source when they both still reek of sex.
"Miss what, pup?" Jimin asks gently, sensing Taehyung's neediness, the pout in his voice. "My sweet alpha. You were so good to me, but doesn't it feel better, now that the fever is gone?"
"Miss this," Taehyung repeats, hips nudging forward pointedly, and Jimin laughs softly in understanding.
"You'll miss keeping your dick wet."
Taehyung's groan is a cute, exasperated thing. "Not just that."
"Taehyung-ah," Jimin says slowly, "you know we can still have sex even when you're not in rut, right? We can—" Jimin cuts off, slightly annoyed with the heat that flushes his face before he says, "We can still do it like this, sometimes. Just you inside, for as long as you want."
"We can?" Taehyung's voice cracks.
Jimin tilts his head back to laugh and bumps Taehyung's nose, ignoring the alpha's pained hiss when he says, "Of course, you dummy. I didn't know before if you wanted to call it dating, but... I'd like that. With you."
"I love you," Taehyung says abruptly, and warmth squeezes in Jimin's chest, a stirring feeling inside that he's come to associate with his wolf. He thinks, Mate, but knows it's too soon to say something like that out loud, even if he'd bet anything that Taehyung feels the same.
"Tae-Tae, baby. I love you too. Now please get your big dick out of my ass, I'm sore."
There's a surprised huff of a laugh and then they're both wincing when Taehyung eases out and Jimin ignores the mess to roll them over, straddling Taehyung on the bed, kissing him deeply. (Taehyung kisses so much better when he's not in rut.) Jimin pulls back and stares down at his handsome alpha, the light from the now-setting sun casting a warm glow over his face. He touches Taehyung's cheek with his fingers, traces them down to his neck where Jimin has left his fair share of hickeys and bites, the same marks Taehyung's left on him.
Jimin stares, soaks up the sight of him and commits it to memory, since Taehyung probably won't let him take a photo while they're both still covered in come.
"Sorry, Jimin-ah."
It takes Jimin a second to realize Taehyung's apologizing for leaving him sore. Jimin leans back down, his grin a soft, happy thing, only a little mischievous when he says, "You'll make it up to me during my next heat, don't worry."