Never Leave ; ym

Heat

3.

Yoongi shoved Jimin back against the headboard of his bed, moving his lips under and over Jimin's lick ones, plump and covered in sheen saliva. He was gasping and moaning into the kiss, gripping Yoongi's hair with white knuckles and grinding their hips together in heated friction.

"Alpha . . . need it . . . fuck me . . ." groaned Jimin, tugging on Yoongi's bottom lip.

"Shit . . ." Yoongi gasped into Jimin's mouth and moved his lips down Jimin's neck and along the scent gland. He scented him quickly, Jimin whining and clutching to him in anticipation.

"Smell so fucking good, Stinky." Moaned Jimin, burying his nose in Yoongi's chest.

"You just called me Stinky –"

"Shut up and fuck me." Jimin snapped and Yoongi rolled his eyes and pinned Jimin to the bed with his wrists.

"I'm just gonna – gonna go so we – we uh get this over with –"

"JUST FUCKING BREED ME, YOONGI." Shouted Jimin, and Yoongi nodded, his cheeks flushing. He hoisted Jimin's thighs over his shoulders and lined himself up with Jimin's leaking hole.

This kid was a brat. Yoongi decided that maybe he should punish him for being such a dickhead. He laid Jimin's legs gently down beside him, gaining a strangled cry from the Omega.

"What the –"

Yoongi grabbed one of Jimin's legs and started to weave his tongue down his inner thigh, tasting the sweet sweat and slick soaked skin. Jimin laid back into the pillows and sighed out a whine.

"Alpha . . ."

"Omega will do as I say." growled Yoongi, slightly hitting Jimin's thigh. He whimpered.

"Yes Alpha."

"Omega will not tell me what to do again." Yoongi was nearly to Jimin's balls, licking the underside of them generously.

"Y-Yes Alpha."

"Omega will submit to me and only me." Yoongi let his tongue draw a wet ring around Jimin's entrance.

He arched his back and whined, fisting his hands in Yoongi's hair. "Yes Alpha."

"Good boy." Praised Yoongi and started slowly working his tongue into Jimin.

The walls were pulsing with heat and slick around him and goddamn Jimin tasted so good. The Omega grabbed the back of his head and tugged harshly as a guttural moan filled the room, Jimin's back arching off the mattress. This was wonderful, it was settling the burning flames underneath his skin but it was teetering on not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Please . . ." whined Jimin, locking Yoongi's head in between his knees as the Alpha slurped generously, pushing down a groan as he tasted the warm slick on his tongue. It tasted almost like Jimin's scent but with a tight bite of cinnamon.

Yoongi pulled his tongue out and before Jimin could say anything more connected their lips and forced Jimin to taste himself. He lapped generously at Yoongi's tongue and sighed, the night swallowing in heat and urgency.

Yoongi woke up to the bright sun screaming in his face and the sound of owls swooping back up into the branches to go to sleep. He was disoriented at first, not entirely knowing where he was exactly. He sat up and gazed around the room, blinking the rapid sunlight out of his eyes and noticed that it was Jimin's bedroom. He glanced down at himself and snatched up the bed sheets, his cheeks flaming pink as he covered his naked torso.