Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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It was going to be private, with just families and friends there. Our parents, the band, the company, some friends. My mom didn't bring dad because he would start a scene, but she cried with me before the service. Yoongi and I decided to just do it and not plan it because that took time and Yoongi never really had time.

The trainees surprised us with gifts and flowers, staying for the ceremony, so the tiny unknown chapel we went to was a bit more crowded than we thought.

Jin, Tae, and my mom were with me, helping me get ready for the quick ceremony. The reception after this would be at the management and then Yoongi and I would go to a hotel for the weekend for a short honeymoon because the band was still going through promotions and needed Yoongi.

"It's time," Namjoon said from the other side of the door. "We better get you out here because hyung is one step away from hyperventilating."

I laughed and turned to my mom. She smiled at me and brushed a few strands of hair out of my face before we embraced each other, trying not to cry. I hugged the other two omegas and the door opened, each of us getting a single white rose.

I made sure the ring was still in the pocket of my white pants and the music started. I took a deep breath as Taehyung and Hoseok went down, my mother fixing the veil over my face. She smiled at me and hugged me once more while Jin and Namjoon were walking down.

She took my arm and we stepped into view of the aisle. I started tearing up at seeing Yoongi at the altar in his black suit.
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There were cheers in the management building, celebrating after the ceremony.

Every time I looked up at Yoongi, he was staring at me with so much love and affection in his eyes, I almost started crying again. The ring around my finger felt so right to me, but I was going to have to get used to my new name.

Min Jimin.
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Okay y'all can skip to next chapter if you don't want smut. It's been a while, hasn't it?

I was holding onto Yoongi's arm as we checked into the hotel, going up to the honeymoon suite afterwards. When the door closed, I broke out into giggles, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we started stumbling our way deeper into the room as we kissed.

"Baby, are you ready?"

Oh yeah. Every time mates get married, long periods of continuous mating proceeds. And in some cases, the omega gets to bite their alpha. Of course, not many do this because alphas hide their emotions a bit better but they're much stronger so if they get down, so does their omega and it's painful for both.

My back hit the bed and Yoongi kissed at my neck and shoulders, biting into the mating mark in the crook of my neck.

Pleasure shot through my veins and I whined, gripping onto my alpha's clothes and tugging at them.

"Come on, baby," Yoongi husked. "Bite me."

"H—Hyungie..."

"Bite me, baby."

He bared his neck to me and I leaned up, kissing some of the skin before sinking my fangs into his neck. Yoongi groaned and turned us over so I was sitting on his lap, still biting him, and started to unbutton my shirt. I did the same and removed my fangs. We started kissing as clothes started being shed and thrown off, slick dripping onto his thighs now.

"Ride me, Min," he whispered when all our clothes were somewhere on the floor and I was rolling my hips onto his to get us aroused further. "Ride me until I cum and we get more pups in you."

My breathing hitched and I gripped the nape of his neck, our foreheads and noses bumping as I grinded on my husband.

The ring on my finger was heating up the hotter my body became from the arousal laying thick in the air.

"Y—Yoongi," I panted. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up, inserting a finger in me. A moan went up my spine when he bit into the mark again. The second came, then the third. I whimpered when he removed his fingers, wanting to be filled again.

"Ride me, Jimin," he whispered, kissing at my lips.

I reached down and held Yoongi's member still before lining up and slowly pushing down. We both moaned at the feeling of being united, my head tossing back as his tip pressed deeply inside me.

My arms wrapped around Yoongi's shoulders as I adjusted, melting when his strong, warm arms went around my waist. He kissed my neck and bit into the mark again, me getting revenge and biting the fresh mark on his neck as well.

We both moaned again at the pleasure seeping into our bodies. Marking was extremely intimate and private, the slightest graze of your mate's lips against your neck or mark was enough to get any omega needy. I was sure that by the time we finished the mating period of the honeymoon, our necks weren't even going to be marked.

They would be ravished.

I removed my mouth from his neck when he did and we looked at each other before leaning in for a kiss. My hips bucked up in a knee-jerk reaction when Yoongi took control and started sucking on my tongue. We both moaned into the kiss, need and want only growing in the air the longer I cock-warmed him.

Yoongi gripped my butt, encouraging me between kisses to start moving. My hips began to roll, whimpering as his length rubbed against my prostate.

"That feel good?" He asked, resting his head on the headboard as I rubbed our hips and grinded down. I nodded almost like a puppet, wanting Yoongi to take my strings and play with them, moving me how he pleased. "Start."

I nodded again, lifting my hips up before sliding back down, another moan leaving us. When I did it again, Yoongi bucked his hips up this time.

"Faster babe," he swallowed, sweat already beading on his skin.

The friction took over my mind and I stopped thinking, started to go faster and just bounce on my mate. Moans and skin slapping filled the atmosphere, bodies getting hotter at our impending orgasms that were closer than normal from the biting.

I squeezed my eyes shut at feeling myself start to unwind and unravel as I felt Yoongi's knot start to grow. He groaned and gripped my hips, fucking up into me quickly before he was latched into place. I bit into the mark on his neck and he moaned out, biting my mark as well. That broke the walls and I spilled all over his lap and he inside me.

We removed ourselves from our necks and panted a bit, Yoongi pressing his lips against mine as he kept pumping cum into me. The stretch the knot made was a little uncomfortable, but tolerable as he kissed me.

"I love you, my husband."

"I love you, my alpha," I giggled softly, playing with his sweaty hair. "My baby daddy."

"My omega," he smiled, rubbing my hips affectionately.

"My mate."

"My love."

"My Yoongi hyung."

"My Min Jimin," he finished, smiling into another kiss.

"I love you," I breathed between soft kisses.

"I love you more."

"Doubtful," I giggled.

"I love you so fucking much, baby," he continued, kissing my jaw.

"I love you to the moon and back."

"I could count all the stars in existence and it still wouldn't be enough to show my love."

We went on about who loved who more and broke out into fits of giddy giggles every now and then, kissing more as we waited for his knot to deflate.

I mean, I was pregnant already, so it was okay for Yoongi to knot me.