THE DAWN - VMIN ONE SHOTS

TIED BY KNOT

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The air in the Crown Prince's chambers hung thick and cloying, saturated with the scent of rut, that of spiced cedar, dark musk, and the primal, possessive tang of an Alpha claiming his territory.

Jimin, bare-skinned and trembling, straddled Taehyung's lap, his sweat-slicked body rising and falling in a desperate, rhythmic bounce. Taehyung's cock pistoned deep inside him with every downward plunge, stretching Jimin's fluttering hole to its limit.

Jimin's head was thrown back, a choked whine escaping his throat as Taehyung's mouth latched onto the tender junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking harshly, teeth scraping over the already bruised skin. Patches of red and violet marred his skin, an aftermath of endless sex for three days. There were marks over his hips, handprints of his Alpha's bruising grip, that were burning along with the others, making his toes curl inward. The sharp sting mingled with the overwhelming pleasure radiating from his core, making his vision blur.

Three days, and still no sight of his Alpha's cycle subsiding in the least bit. Three days of Taehyung refusing to let Jimin set a foot outside the nest he built, which was ruined with his slick and their cum.

"T-Tae-ah! God-please, just-nngh-just for a moment!" Jimin gasped, his hands braced on Taehyung's sweaty chest, his palm gliding over the wet skin easily. He tried to still his hips, but Taehyung's hands, massive and bruisingly tight on his waist, forced him down again, impaling him deeper. Jimin cried out, his inner walls clenching violently around the invading thickness. "The court-they need-urgent-" Jimin's hand was in his hair, pulling at his roots at how fast the Alpha was moving inside him. "Taehyung, please pull out! Just let me speak-it'll only take a-ah!-a minute!"

Taehyung growled against his neck, over the skin he was nibbling on, the vibration traveling straight to Jimin's bones. He didn't release his bite, sucking harder, marking Jimin anew as his hips snapped upwards, driving his cock impossibly deeper.

Jimin felt the swollen base of Taehyung's length-the promise of a knot-pressing insistently against his rim.

"No," Taehyung snarled, the word muffled against Jimin's flesh, vibrating with absolute, feral authority. His tongue laved roughly over the abused skin. "Mine. You're mine. Not theirs," he rumbled, hands taut around the small of Jimin's back, squeezing him closer. His hands slid down to grip Jimin's ass cheeks, spreading him wider, forcing him to take every brutal inch. "They don't get to see you like this... see what I do to you... smell me all over you."

From his tone, Jimin realised how far gone Taehyung was into his rut as he spoke of others stealing his Omega from him. But Jimin wasn't going anywhere. He only wanted to step out for a bit.

The frantic knocking came again, now more insistent against the wooden door. "Your Highness! Crown Prince Jimin! Forgive the intrusion, but the trade agreement with the Mins-it requires your immediate signature! The envoys are threatening to withdraw!" The voice, muffled through the thick oak door, belonged to Lord Minho, head of the treasury. An Alpha. Jimin's stomach clenched with panic and shame. An Alpha smelling me... smelling us... smelling how thoroughly I'm claimed right now.

It's rather a shame to know that others could probably smell his slick, the mixture of their scents and sex in the air. None of them knew that his Alpha husband was on his rut. Jimin managed to keep that a secret with the help of his right hand, Alpha Kim Namjoon, who had spread the word that the Crown Prince was taking a leave for his unwellness. If they had known of Taehyung's rut, they would have chosen to stay away, keeping in mind the feralness an Alpha can display at times of his rut.