A fic where Jack Abbot was once very much in love and accidentally married into one of the families with deal with a devil that they call Mr. Le Bail
A fic where Jack Abbot barely survives his wedding night but is the only person left alive in the morning
A fic where Jack Abbot is paid handsomely and threatened thoroughly by the other families to never speak of that night again
A fic where Jack Abbot leaves his wedding ring on because it creates a distance, keeps people from imagining that his easy flirting has any intention behind it
A fic where Jack Abbot moves every few years, uneasy after a while in a hospital because he wonders if he’s being watched, tracked by those people again
A fic where sometimes when he’s working on a trauma case, Jack Abbot is reminded of his bloodied hands when he applied the tourniquet himself, knowing by sunrise that his leg had been deprived of blood for too long
A fic where Jack Abbot becomes an attending at a teaching hospital in Pittsburgh and shrugs off most attempts at camaraderie by any of his colleagues
A fic where another attending follows Jack Abbot up to the roof one morning, and simply stands with him, and does it again and again when Jack never tells him to stop
A fic where Jack Abbot works the night shift as often as he can since he hasn’t slept well in the darkness since that night, and the sun peeking around the blackout curtains in his bedroom feels like safety
A fic where Jack Abbot spins his wedding ring on his finger while he waits for Robby on the roof, reminding himself of his policy to not form attachments, but when the other doctor claps his hand on Jack’s shoulder he does not flinch
A fic where Jack Abbot does not move on from this hospital, from this man, because it’s the first time he’s felt the fear in his chest loosen for a moment
Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin
Genre: smut, fluff, mxm
AU: A/B/O. Alpha Min Yoongi, Omega Jimin
Wordcount: 4,395
Summary: Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it.
Warnings: smut smut smut. mxm, bruh i don't even know how to warn this. it's straight up smut where jimin wants to fuck yoongi. mentions of slick, alpha/omega dynamics. mentions of breeding. smut without a real plot
Rating: M / 18+
AN: This took five hundred years to write between the chaos of life, a promotion at work, trying to have a social life, and just being in a ridiculous funk for months. But we did it, folks. We did it. @gimmethatagustd inspired the prompt, and made me a moodboard, and convinced me to join a fest on twitter and now here we are. This is for the omegajiminfest on AO3. Baby's first mxm, first A/B/O and first smut in *months*. thank you to my fave @theharrowing for beta reading and of course beautiful Jai for encouraging me to finish this mess 🥰
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The second Yoongi puts his key in the lock of the front door, he can smell it.
It’s a perfect mixture of mandarins, grapefruit, bergamot, juniper, and rosemary. The combination of his alpha’s and Jimin’s omega’s scents.
It almost has Yoongi growling.
“Here we go.” Yoongi mumbles to himself with a smile, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, bracing himself for the next few days
He had been at work, mind replaying the morning earlier when he woke up to Jimin whimpering in his sleep and the undeniable smell of his heat coming.
He asked the omega if he wanted Yoongi to stay, but he denied him, saying he felt fine.
He got the voice memo just after lunch.
“Alpha. Need you. Where are you? Yoongi, need alpha.” He was borderline sobbing between pants. Yoongi could practically hear the way he was rutting against the sheets, looking for any kind of friction.
Thank god he thought to wear his headphones before playing it. He doesn’t want to know what his assistant would’ve thought.
Yoongi sent him a text back saying to wait and ended his work day early, telling his boss he’d be out of office for a few days.
He rushed to the closest convenience store, stocking up on instant meals, snacks, and various drinks. He also made sure to grab a bottle of lube. Omegas don’t need it, producing their own slick, but Yoongi knows his omega mate all too well. Sometimes he asks for specific things an omega generally doesn’t. So he gets the lube, and maybe he’ll give his omega what he wants this time.
He’s quick to put the groceries away after toeing off his shoes at the door.
Once complete, he takes a deep breath, his wolf prancing in his chest.
Omega is waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Just to spite his wolf, Yoongi takes his time moving to the bedroom, slowly crawling up the stairs as the omega’s pheromones get stronger. He can hear the whines of his mate halfway up the steps and it only teases his wolf more.
When he opens the bedroom door, his eyes immediately lock onto Jimin, who, in the time it took for Yoongi to leave for work and come home, had rearranged the bed, turning it into a full-on nest of pillows and blankets. Yoongi had tried sneaking some of his dirty clothes from the laundry into the bed the night before when he had a feeling the heat was coming, but Jimin never liked dirty laundry on the bed or his nest, so they got tossed to the floor.
“Alpha?” Jimin’s voice cracks, head barely lifting to look behind him. He’s on his stomach, wearing only his underwear, clutching the pillow underneath him as he slowly rolls his hips into the bed.
“I’m here, Jimin.” He stands at the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and belt, watching his mate try to relieve himself. He can see how soaked his tight briefs are and he has to fight the wolf to do what he wants.
“Yoongi. It hurts.”
“I know, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice soothes as his own pheromones blend with Jimin’s, calming the omega’s anxiousness as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jimin quietly whines every time Yoongi’s lips meet his spine, following the moon tattoos up to the back of his neck.
“You’re so pretty, omega. My beautiful omega.” A purr vibrates through Yoongi’s chest as he nuzzles his nose just under Jimin’s ear, teasing at the scent gland.
“Please.”
“Hmm?” Yoongi’s lips curl up into a grin, his teeth grazing over the gland and next to the claim mark he gave him a little over a year ago. “What do you want, Jimin?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Alpha. Need alpha’s knot.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me, you just want to use me.” Yoongi teases, licking and sucking anywhere but the scent gland.
“No!” He tries raising his head to turn to his mate, but the side of his head is quickly pushed back into the pillow by Yoongi’s large hand. Jimin whines at the force, even though it is very light.
“No?” Yoongi teases, fingers tangling in the smaller’s hair for a moment.
“Not using you. Need you. Want you. Please, please, please.” He’s almost sobbing, hips lifting to try to meet Yoongi’s crotch with his ass.
“Okay, okay. I hear you. How bad do you want me and my knot, baby?”
“Please.” He cries, tears falling into the pillow.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Need you so bad. So, so, so bad, Yoongi.”
“Ass up, omega.”
God, Yoongi loves how obedient Jimin’s omega is. Outside of heats, Jimin is a brat in bed. He’s constantly going against Yoongi’s orders, not that he gives that many to begin with. But he’s always talking back, trying to take power away from Yoongi. Which, to be fair, Yoongi loves. If anything, he gets more turned on the more dominating Jimin tries to be.
But Jimin in heat? That’s a whole other Jimin for Yoongi to fall in love with.
Yoongi’s barely off him before Jimin’s pushing his ass up, settling on his knees and hugging the pillow under him. Yoongi rolls up his sleeves, laughing as Jimin gives his ass a little wiggle and Yoongi can’t resist giving it a quick smack, grinning at the sound Jimin makes in response.
“That’s my omega. Can I take these off?”
“Yes. Please. Please, please, please.”
Yoongi’s grin grows, teeth showing, as he rips the underwear off, not wanting to waste time pulling the fabric down his legs, and tossing it to the floor.
Large hands spread Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi’s chest swells with pride at just how wet his omega is for him.
“Oh, baby. You’ve been suffering all this time while I was at work?”
Jimin tries to answer, he really tries. But all words escape him, only a loud muffled moan, when Yoongi’s licking directly across his hole.
If you asked Yoongi what his favorite snack was, he’d say Jimin. And everyone would laugh, thinking it was a joke, an attempt to tease Jimin and make him flustered in front of his friends. But Jimin and Yoongi both know that he’s being completely serious.
The man loves eating ass. Specifically Jimin’s. Specifically Jimin’s when he’s in heat.
Omega tastes so good. His alpha screams in his chest, encouraging Yoongi to practically devour Jimin, fingers and tongue slipping past his rim to open him up quickly.
Jimin comes twice before Yoongi decides to give in to his alpha’s demands, crawling over his omega, kissing up his spine and trailing over his moon tattoos.
“Such a good omega. So perfect.” His voice rasps against Jimin’s skin.
“Yoongi, alpha. Please.” Jimin whines again, voice on the edge of being broken.
Yoongi’s quick to get off the bed again, removing the rest of his clothing until he’s naked before crawling back onto the bed.
“I got you, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer.” Yoongi smirks, sitting back on his knees, his hands lazily sliding down Jimin’s torso to his hips. One hand stays there, holding him tight, while the other lines up his erection to Jimin’s soaked hole, wasting no time in pushing past the rim.
And Jimin purrs.
And Yoongi’s mind is gone.
Omega happy. Omega likes us. More, more, more.
The moan mixed with the purring from the small omega kicks Yoongi’s alpha into overdrive.
Knot him. Breed the omega. Pups. Need pups. Make the omega happy and pregnant.
“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, wincing from the mix of pleasure and pain from how tight Jimin’s clenching around him. As if Jimin is trying to milk Yoongi for everything he’s got and he hasn’t even formed his knot yet.
His hips have a mind of their own, pistoning into Jimin at a pace neither is prepared for. Jimin mindlessly pressing his ass back when Yoongi stutters, demanding he keep going.
None of what Jimin’s mumbling through his cries makes any sense, and honestly, Yoongi is so focused on not coming immediately, that he’s barely paying attention.
Knot the omega. Our omega. We love our omega.
Yoongi’s desperate to keep his alpha quiet, but it’s impossible when his omega is splayed under him, begging for his alpha.
“Alpha— knot. Plea—. Need it.” Jimin’s voice cuts through the alpha’s internal screams, delightfully prancing around at the request. And Yoongi can feel it forming. The knotted bulge around the base of his cock, growing bigger with each thrust and press against Jimin’s ass.
It’s a heavy mix of praise and begging, whining and growling, panting and gasping from both men until Yoongi’s knot finally pushes past Jimin’s rim, his hole swallowing it completely.
“Alpha!” Jimin squeaks underneath Yoongi, whose body slumps over the younger’s back, teeth gently dragging along Jimin’s scent gland as a hand snakes its way under the omega, finding his cock and slowly stroking it.
“Gonna fill you with pups, omega. You ready for me?” His voice gently rumbles against Jimin’s ear who nods quickly, smattering of words of yes, please, and calling of his alpha spilling past his lips.
Yoongi sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, almost perfectly over the claim mark, and with two more short thrusts, growls as his orgasm completely stills him.
Jimin’s perfectly still as well, save for the bursts of his own orgasm shooting past Yoongi’s fingers and onto the bed.
It’s euphoric, every time that Jimin’s in heat and takes Yoongi’s knot. When Yoongi’s in his rut, his alpha completely takes over and it’s like watching himself be with his mate. His alpha is feral; claiming the omega over and over, marking and scenting him so any and every alpha, beta, and omega knows Jimin is his omega.
But when Jimin goes into heat outside of Yoongi’s rut?
He gets to enjoy every moment.
Every moan, every whine, every begging word, and every time Jimin clenches around him.
Which is why he’s slow to release his hold on Jimin’s neck as he presses his hips further against the pliant omega.
It’s only once he feels his knot go down and Jimin’s stomach feels fuller, that he releases his neck from his jaws.
“Good omega, you did so well for your alpha.” He purrs into Jimin’s ear, licking over the fresh bite mark, “So so so good. Took my knot so deep, didn’t you?”
Jimin turns his head to the side, finally showing his face. There’s drying tears on across his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down too hard.
He’s beautiful.
He nods slowly, eyes failing to stay open.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m gonna pull out and clean you up now, okay? Then we can nap until your heat spikes again.”
Jimin whines again. But it’s not the omega whine, it’s a “Jimin’s being stubborn” whine.
“Don’t even.” Yoongi smirks, kissing his cheek and slowly pulling out, hand rubbing his backside through the pain.
He rushes off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm and wet washcloth and a change of clothes. But when he comes back, Jimin’s fast asleep. Yoongi’s eyes roll as he quietly cleans the omega, not bothering to put pajamas on him, leaving soft kisses where he can. He crawls into the bed and curls around his omega, holding him close as he falls asleep to the sound of pleasant purrs.
The next twenty-eight hours pass like this. They sleep, Jimin wakes up, heat spiking, and rouses a sleeping Yoongi to wake and give him what he needs.
And Yoongi’s not one to ever deny his mate, letting Jimin suck his alpha’s cock until he’s hard and ready to go. Or when Jimin takes Yoongi roughly in the shower when the elder is just trying to clean the omega, but the smell of grapefruit and juniper is enhanced by the steam.
There are moments when Yoongi has to momentarily drag the omega to the kitchen to have food and drink something. Or carry him, bridal style, to the bath while Yoongi changes some of the sheets, letting the freshly washed Jimin be the one to rearrange the nest until he’s satisfied.
There are many cries of “my alpha” and “my omega” exchanged, Jimin being way more clingy and possessive than usual. It’s all pretty standard and almost routine, but still so sweetly domestic.
Until Yoongi wakes up to Jimin sitting on the alpha’s legs, rubbing his hardened cock against Yoongi’s as his lips kiss along his jawline and throat.
“Jimin, what are you doing?”
“Taking care of my alpha.” He purrs in response, kissing down his alpha’s stomach, lips just avoiding the heavy cock resting there.
“And how are you gonna do that?” His words tease, but the tone is adoration.
“Gonna knot you.” Jimin’s lips leave wet trails on the skin alongside Yoongi’s cock, still just barely ignoring its existence. He nuzzles the space where his hip meets his inner thigh.
“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s legs inch apart just slightly at the visual.
Jimin’s quick to nod for his alpha, nibbling the delicate skin until it bruises.
“Yeah, gonna knot, fill alpha up with my pups.”
Yoongi wants to tell him that’s not how it works. Jimin is an omega, there’s no way he can form a knot.
It’s physically impossible.
But, fuck, does Yoongi wanna see Jimin try.
So he parts his legs further, giving Jimin permission and access.
“You better open me up first so I can take it. Your alpha can’t take a knot like you can.” He runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the omega looks so fucked out already, but so excited at the same time.
“You’ll take my knot so well.” He purrs again, his ass wiggling in the air. Yoongi knows that wiggle. That’s the omega presenting, waiting desperately for his alpha’s cock.
Yoongi’s wolf is screaming at this point.
Omega wants us. Omega is ready.
Nope, he’s going to ignore it. Tonight, Jimin is the alpha. Yoongi is the omega in heat, waiting to be bred.
Yoongi only recently started letting Jimin play alpha in bed. He knows of alphas mating with their own sub genders, but he’s never taken part. He’s only ever been with omegas and only ever topped.
But along came omega Jimin, who one day with a shy smile and a soft dusting of a blush, asked if he could go down on his alpha. Yoongi thought Jimin just wanted to give him head, so when he agreed, he was confused by how excited Jimin was.
Sure, Jimin gave mind blowing head for a moment, but his tongue eventually dragged its way past his balls, lifting them out of the way to the small rim of muscles, making the alpha jump, his fingers pulling at the omega’s hair.
It took some convincing from Jimin, but Yoongi eventually gave in, letting the smaller of the two eat him out, eventually introducing a finger. Yoongi will never forget how it felt the first time Jimin fingered him. The way his toes curled, the hand not tangled in Jimin’s hair gripping the sheets as he tried to relax more.
That’s the furthest they’ve ever gone with it, though. Yoongi’s been too nervous to actually bottom for Jimin; or rather, his alpha’s pride felt threatened. So Jimin would only ever get a few fingers in, massaging his prostate with them while his other hand squeezed his growing knot, making Yoongi have the most mind numbing orgasms every time.
But today feels different. Yoongi can feel his alpha screaming, but he ignores it. He wants this. Wants Jimin.
“Don’t make me wait, omega.” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as Jimin leaves small bites on either side of his inner thighs.
“I’m not an omega.” Jimin glares, daring to pout at Yoongi who just smiles, running his fingers through the smaller’s hair.
“Of course, I’m sorry alpha.” Yoongi bites back the teasing grin, shifting his hips. Jimin purrs in response, face nuzzling against a fresh bite mark on his hip.
“Good alpha.” Jimin smiles, lightly kissing the mark.
“Me alpha, or you alpha?” Jimin looks up in response, annoyed at Yoongi’s question. It makes the older laugh, “Baby, I need to know how this is going to go. Don’t be mad. Am I alpha or omega?”
It’s like he can actually see the gears turning in the omega’s brain as he tries to figure it out before he finally responds with a quiet, “My alpha…”
“And you’re alpha, too?”
“Your alpha.”
“Sounds good. Now, come on, alpha. I need you.”
Jimin smirks in response, delicate fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s cock and giving a gentle squeeze. Yoongi’s chest rumbles, a groan ripping through his throat.
Jimin wastes no more time, wrapping his perfect lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock and sucking, his tongue pressing against the slit to make Yoongi’s squirm.
“Jimin-ah…”
He doesn’t get a response in the form of words, just Jimin lowering his mouth down around the alpha’s erection. He stops just shy of where his knot would form and the tip hits the back of his throat. Yoongi’s fingers tangle in Jimin’s blonde hair, tentatively pushing his head down further.
Yoongi’s words are muffled in his moans, but it’s when Jimin’s finger teases at Yoongi’s hole that he has to fight off his alpha, who desperately wants to flip Jimin around and sink as deep into him as he can go.
“No teasing, alpha.” Yoongi growls in warning. Jimin’s eyes glance up at him, moving his mouth off Yoongi’s cock and smiling at the way Yoongi’s biting his bottom lip.
He hovers back above the alpha, small hands wrapping around Yoongi’s wrists as he slowly moves them to sit on the pillow above Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s quick to understand the silent order, tangling his fingers together as if his wrists were bound.
“Be good for me.”
“Always.”
Jimin’s omega preens at the obedient alpha, shuffling back down and spreading Yoongi’s legs more before licking his hole.
“Jimi-ah—.”
Jimin hums in response, taking that as a sign to not hold back.
And while Yoongi loves eating ass, Jimin’s mouth is designed for it.
It drives Yoongi insane. His alpha howling at the sensation.
Jimin uses the moans and growls to push forward, tongue diving past the ring of muscles and working him open.
“Jimin.” His voice cracks, and Jimin glances up, giving the alpha a pointed look.
It takes Yoongi a second to click what he said wrong.
“Alpha,” the omega smiles at the correction, kissing the sensitive space between his balls and hole. Yoongi tosses his head back into the pillow, continuing to fight his alpha, “Chim, you know I can’t produce my own slick, I have lube in the drawer.”
He managed to remember to bring the lube to the bedroom after drawing a bath for Jimin last night and letting him rest by himself.
Jimin’s head perks up further, eyes finding the drawer in question. Yoongi bites back a laugh at the way Jimin quickly crawls away from Yoongi and to the drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube.
Yoongi closes his eyes, willing himself to rely on his senses and holding back his alpha, giving himself completely to Jimin. He hears the click of the bottle opening, the almost obscene squelch of the lube being squeezed onto Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin crawling back into position, and feels the way his free hand slide’s up Yoongi’s thigh, as if to warn him of what’s coming.
But he’s not ready for the cold shock of the lube, hips bucking up and away at the contact of fingers pressing against his hole.
“Cold.” He’s quick to breathe out.
“Never liked lube…” Jimin mutters, slowly pushing two fingers in and curling them up. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, relaxing immediately at how Jimin somehow always manages to find the perfect spot to press.
“I don’t have slick. This is how it’ll have to be, Jimin-ah.” His eyes are shut, but he can hear the way Jimin’s hand leaves Yoongi, quietly playing with the lube between his fingers.
The wild thing about relying on the other senses by depriving oneself of one is those other senses get amplified. Which is why when Yoongi mentions slick, he can smell the slick coming from his omega. He can feel the way Jimin repositions himself. Can hear the way he reaches behind himself to gather up his own slick.
This time, when Jimin presses his fingers in, it’s a lot easier, almost warm, and Yoongi has no time to process that it’s Jimin’s own slick being used as lube before he’s bucking his hips up when Jimin’s fingers curl inside.
Jimin works him open, mixing the lube with his own slick to get Yoongi open enough.
“Doing so well, my alpha.” He praises absentmindedly, eyes focused on the way his fingers spread Yoongi open.
Yoongi can’t respond, how could he? He can only let out soft sounds of pleasure until Jimin is crawling back over him, delicate kisses trailing up his skin.
“Fuck me.”
It’s said out of breath, desperate, needy.
Jimin nods, a shy smile flashing across his face.
Jimin covers his cock in more of his own slick and a small amount of lube (he really hates the stuff) and positions himself between Yoongi’s legs.
“I love you, alpha.” He whispers it against Yoongi’s lips, not giving him a chance to respond when he pushes the tip of his cock in.
It’s hot open mouth breaths against one another as they’re both gasping at the feeling. Jimin’s inside of his alpha. He’s fucking Yoongi for once.
It feels too fucking good.
Jimin gives Yoongi a moment to relax once he’s bottomed out, soft kisses on his lips, cheeks, down to his throat and scent gland.
“My sweet alpha. Doing so well.” He praises, running his tongue along the gland, both scents intensifying around them.
“Knot me, Chim. Please, fuck me.” Yoongi’s voice falters, hips lifting to try to meet Jimin’s and make him move. His hands are gripping the pillow tight. He wants to destroy it to avoid touching Jimin.
Jimin presses him back down, hand gripping the older’s hip to keep him in place, and pulls out until it’s just the tip. He starts out slow, getting Yoongi adjusted to the feel and the stretch until he’s practically begging for more.
“My perfect alpha. Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fuck you so full of my cum. My beautiful alpha.”
Yoongi can only cry out in pleasure, hands finally ripping the pillow above his head, finally grabbing Jimin to bring his mouth to his in a sloppy and needy kiss.
It’s when Yoongi purrs that Jimin officially loses it.
“Present for me.” It’s a simple instruction, a basic command Yoongi has given Jimin countless times, yet it makes Yoongi’s mind hazy as he rushes to comply. He feels so empty when Jimin pulls out, desperate for Jimin to fill him up again, he gets to his hands and knees, ass straight up in the air.
“Good alpha.” Jimin purrs, hands grabbing at the flesh of his ass and watching the way Yoongi’s hole flutters for him.
“Just for you, alpha.” Yoongi whines into a not destroyed pillow, cursing when Jimin pushes back in.
“You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.” A hand slides up and down his back as he fucks him like it’s his only goal in life to bring pleasure.
Yoongi whines, pleasure intensifying and making it hard to stay coherent as he takes everything Jimin gives him.
He doesn’t even notice when Jimin pulls him up to just his knees, one hand around his torso, the other on his hip. He leaves wet kisses along his neck as the alpha leans his head back on Jimin’s shoulder.
“That’s it, alpha. You wanna come around my cock? Let me knot you and fill you up? Make you mine?”
“Please. Jimi—oh fuck. Please.” His words are broken, the intensity of his orgasm building as both of Jimin’s hands reach for his cock. One hand squeezing the base where his knot should be forming while the other teases the tip mercilessly.
“Come for me, alpha. Let me feel it.” His whispered command breaks the alpha, crying out, body shaking but not falling as Jimin keeps him close, milking his orgasm from his cock. It’s the most intense feeling, hands around his sensitive cock while being fucked so deep at the same time.
He fucking loves it.
“Fuck I’m coming, too.” Jimin quickly latches his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, right on the scent gland. He pistons into Yoongi a few more times before stopping suddenly, finally coming deep inside.
It feels so good, so intense, Yoongi comes a second time. It’s not as intense, a small aftershock orgasm, but it’s so fucking good that they both fall forward when Jimin is done.
The room is silent, save for the two catching their breaths, until a soft giggle comes from the omega. Yoongi turns to his side, Jimin falling to his opposite side to face the alpha.
“What?” Yoongi asks out of breath still.
“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, “for letting me do that. I know your alpha must’ve been fighting you the entire time. I know my omega was.”
“It was. But, it gave in at the end. Felt too fucking good.”
“Yes it did.” Jimin giggles and Yoongi's alpha feels so damn proud.
“I think it broke my heart, though.” Jimin smiles, half-moon eyes showing and making Yoongi smile in return.
“We’ll take today to rest and make sure. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
“Shouldn’t I take care of you?” He pouts and Yoongi has to give the full gummy smile.
“No, baby. I’m fine.”
“But the alpha should take care of the—”
“I’m okay, Chim. I promise. If anything, we can take care of each other. Okay?”
“Bath”
“Let’s nap a little first and then, yes, we’ll have a bath together.”
Jimin nods in agreement, pushing his body forward until the two are cuddling and his face is buried in the alpha’s neck.
was workshopping the final scene of my current sledgefu fic and started feeling like it was getting a Little too similar to flowers and tattoos and i just
“ will it fit ? ” you questioned the male below you, his grin never faltering. you were only half naked —- your oversized shirt and bra still covering your chest as kyojuro’s member sat up straight beneath your heat.
“ do you think it wont ? ” he turned the question back to you. shaking your head obediently, he raised an arm, nearing his thumb to your lips. you gave him an entrance, lolling your tongue out as he pressed his thumb firmly on your salivated muscle.
“ mm. then let’s see your pretty pussy at work, yeah ? ” he encouraged. his fingers left your mouth, moving to your clit as he placed small circles around your area. you adjusted your entrance atop his sex, slowly pushing yourself down as soft whimpers left your mouth. “ ‘ts too big . . ” you complained, shushing you, kyojuro lowered your hips as guidance.
“ sh , princess , i’ve got you, ” though he was balls deep inside you, he didn’t move until you’d completely gotten used to his size. “ kyo . . ” you whimpered, “ can i move ? ” he grunted in approval as response as you slowly moved yourself up and down his cock.
“ look at you, ” he cooed, “ taking my cock so well. my little princess. ” the praise caught you off guard. it was only a couple thrusts in and you were already tired. how had he went through so many rounds without getting exhausted ?
“ still with me , baby ? ” he moved a strand of your hair from your face. “ that’s alright. i can take care of you, ” kyojuro flipped you over, back flat against the bed sheets, almost immediately pounding into you roughly. “ so good for me. as always. ”
Between kisses, he prodded her mind with a mumbled phrase. "You can't tell me that isn't using His name in vain."
"It isn't." Her lips touch his cheek. "I may not be praising God with His name, but I'm certainly not claiming falsehoods."
"You say that to all your men, don't you?" he teases.
"Not all of them." Her whispered reply is paired with a wink.
He clasps his hands around hers, letting the warmth of her embrace wash over him.
"Besides, God is all-knowing." She leaves a soft kiss on his shoulder, her voice unwavering. "And that means He knows what it's like to feel emotions so fierce you think your chest might explode, and I'm sure He'll forgive me for a little impurity."
You were angrily stomping through the apartment you shared with Ashton, carrying around the small duffel bag that you mostly to fly out to visit him for a weekend when you got a chance. Ashton had only been home from tour for a few days and as usual, the two of you had already started fighting. The curly haired man had a way of getting under your skin like no one else ever could. The two of you knew everything about each other which meant you knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons. Usually, your fights were over silly things and never lasted long.Today, the fight didn’t feel so silly, at least not to you. He’d only been home for three days, and yet, he was already planning a night out with his bandmates.
Normally, you didn’t mind if he spent time with the guys, but it had been a long few months of being separated and all you wanted was to spend time alone with him. You were afraid that maybe he didn’t want to spend his time with you. Having your boyfriend gone so often made you insecure sometimes, afraid one day he was just going to get bored of you or find someone better. It wasn’t Ashton’s fault, necessarily, that you felt that way and you tried not to blame him for it.
However, you couldn’t help but blame him a little for your anger when you remembered the words he’d said only ten minutes ago. “Why are you being so clingy?”
He probably didn’t mean for the words to be harsh. They were probably more teasing than anything, but it’d still struck a nerve. Maybe packing a bag was a little much, but you were nothing if not dramatic.
Ashton was annoyingly following you around every where as you haphazardly threw things in your bag. “Can you listen to me for one second?”
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say right now,” you snapped, a little harsher than you intended. Right now, you needed some space, but Ashton was always so stubborn. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you easily.Ashton groaned as he tried to grab the duffel bag out of your hand. “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”
He was right, but his words only served to make you angrier. “So now I’m clingy and dramatic? Wow, Ash, you really know how to make a girl feel good,” you said with an eye roll, zipping up the bag and throwing it over your shoulder before you made your way out of the bedroom.
Once again, Ashton followed after you and grabbed your hand. “I’m not trying to insult you. I just don’t understand why you’re so upset.” He said softly. “Please don’t leave.”
“You should be happy I’m leaving. Now you don’t have to feel obligated to stay here and spend time with me,” you said. As the words came out of your mouth, you realized how irrational they sounded, but it was the way you felt. Ashton frowned, holding onto your hand tighter, trying to pull you towards him. “Is that really how you think I feel?”
You looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze, shrugging your shoulders a bit. Ashton let out a soft sigh, letting go of your hand so he could tilt your chin up with his finger. “Baby, listen to me. I love spending time with you, it’s never an obligation,” he said softly. “I don’t even know how you could think something like that.”
As hard as you tried to hold it in, you couldn’t help but sniffle. “It’s just… Ash, you’re so amazing. You’re talented, you’re gorgeous, you’re the sweetest guy on the entire planet… and you’re surrounded by tons of beautiful girls who want to have sex with you all the time. And I’m just… like you said, clingy and dramatic and insecure, and I just don’t understand why you’re with me. I’m afraid one day you’re going to get tired of me being so difficult or you’re going to find someone that’s better than me.”
Wrinkles formed on Ashton’s forehead as he looked at you with a frown, his hands coming up to cup your face. “Hey, hey, hey. None of those other girls mean anything to me, okay? I don’t want them, I want you,” he insisted, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Don’t you know that you’re the only thing that keeps me going? Sometimes, I get so overwhelmed by it all that I can hardly breathe, but all I have to do is think about you and it all falls away. No one else could do that for me. You never have to worry about losing me, sweetheart. I’m so in love with you and nothing is ever going to change that.”
The tears that had formed in your eyes spilled over at his words and you immediately dropped the duffel bag, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I really don’t deserve you,” you murmured as you pressed your face against his neck.
“That’s not true,” he insisted quietly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”
You felt all the anger and insecurity you’d been feeling only a few moments earlier melt away, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of love you had for Ashton. You wondered how you managed to get so lucky to find someone who put up with you like he did. “I love you so much, Ash,” you murmured, pulling back to look up at him.
His lips were turned up in a smile as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too. Please don’t ever doubt that.”
You stood there for a moment like that, appreciating the feeling of his lips against your skin. “I’m sorry for being dramatic. It’s okay if you want to go out with the guys tonight.”
Ashton pulled back a bit and shook his head. “I like when you’re dramatic, it keeps things interesting,” he winked, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “I just thought you’d want to go – they keep asking after you, telling me to stop being selfish and hogging you. But now I think I’m gonna do just that and keep you myself tonight.”
You couldn’t help but grin at him, chewing on your bottom lip. “What are we going to do, then?” You wondered.
A shriek escaped from your lips as Ashton picked you up by your thighs, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. “I have a couple of ideas,” he said, his grin matching yours as he carried you back to your bedroom.
When she walks through the front door and into the living room just after nine on Sunday night, your wife is humming. You don’t recognize the tune.
“Baby,” she says by way of hello, the word almost as bright as her face when she turns to you where you lie on the couch. Little water droplets are suspended in her hair and her plain velvet dress is spattered here and there with dark spots from the rain.
“Have you eaten yet?” she asks, lifting up the plastic bag in her hand.
There’s something off.
There are a hundred somethings off.
There are the big things--the playful humming, as if her thoughts had deserved their own soundtrack, the warmth in her voice as she greets you.
(And no, it’s not that you’ve been fighting or things have been rocky between the two of you. It’s just… you don’t know. It’s just life, you guess. But you haven’t heard the word “baby” said like that in years, maybe since your honeymoon--and despite the fact that you love the way she shapes her mouth around the word as if it tastes good, the earth seems to tilt on its axis when you hear it like that. There’s something off.)
You push to sit up on the couch, vaguely ashamed of how long you’ve been there. All of your joints protest. You’re too young for this shit.
You begin cataloging those hundred somethings that are off with your wife, with the person you love more than you’ve ever loved yourself, peering at her as she walks around the room, shaking raindrops out of her hair and turning on lights.
“Well?”
Her lofted eyebrows tell you that there was a question in there you’ve forgotten to answer.
She’s wearing sandals. Was she wearing sandals when she left? She hates wearing sandals in the rain.
A few blades of grass cling to the tops of her feet. One wraps the front of her ankle like a bad gash.
“How were your parents?” You’re smiling because she’s smiling. You can’t help it.
“Hm?” She bends and pivots at the waist, tugging at the heel of one of her sandals and only half listening to you.
“Have you eaten?” she repeats--and now you remember, and of course that’s it, she’d only just asked. Goddamn memory going.
When she stands up straight again and faces you, you see it now and you wonder how it was possible you missed it: a streak of something dark and slick across her belly, the size of a palm.
The shape of a palm.
“That’s not rain,” you say stupidly, gesturing to the wet mud or paint or whatever it is, so stark against the velvet.
“Hm?” Her hands fly to the spot where you’re looking and the tips of her fingers come away bright red.
“Christ, what’d you do?”
There’s a beat of silence.
There’s no goddamn oxygen in the living room.
“I got a nosebleed at dinner,” she says casually, like it was vaguely embarrassing--and you can tell by the way she says it that she’s already moving on to a new subject while you shiver so hard that your spine feels molten for a moment, while the planet bucks beneath you, while something ancient shrieks inside of you. There’s something off.
“Baby. Are you hungry?”
She seems to choke the roar in your head off with the word “baby” and the abrupt emptiness shouldn’t feel good.
