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"Jimin…Jimin, Jimin—"
"What's up, baby? Tell me what's wrong."
Jimin doesn't mind the late calls anymore. Taehyung is such a needy little omega and he says that Jimin's voice is the one thing that comforts him, after his scent of course. The calls are more frequent and longer now that they've both started school and Jimin has a job. They don't see each other as often and it makes Taehyung so sad…which in turn makes Jimin absolutely miserable.
"I miss you…" Taehyung breathes into the phone, shuffling noises in the background. Jimin can only assume he's in bed at this late hour. He turns over in his own bed and squints at the green numbers of the digital clock on his nightstand.
2:56 AM
Jimin grunts and slides out of bed, shivering when his feet curl on the cold floor.
"You miss me? Well, you know I miss you too~"
Taehyung giggles and Jimin can't help but to smile because god, the fondness in his heart for this boy is unimaginable.
He traipses into the kitchen, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while filling up a glass of water. He'd make tea but, judging by Taehyung's slurring words and soft pauses, he wouldn't be awake for much longer and Jimin didn't want to still be up afterward.
He should invest in decaffeinated tea already.
"Did you accidentally wake up, babe? Or have you been awake for long?" Jimin asks, shuffling back into his bedroom. He gently sets down the glass and quickly makes himself comfortable on top of the blankets, sitting up with his back resting against the headboard.
Taehyung takes a bit to answer, humming low in his throat before saying, "I—I woke up, but on accident. I thought about you…just wanted to hear your voice, Jimin."
Jimin inwardly coos and wishes he could just touch Taehyung right now; rub his cheeks, press kisses all over his face and behind his ears…
"That's okay, Tae. You can hear my voice for as long as you want," he assures, the groggy fog of sleep finally beginning to dissipate the longer he's on the phone. Then Taehyung starts rambling, letting Jimin cut in with little comments, laughing at some of the silly things Taehyung comes up with when his mind is slow with sleep and affection.
An hour later, Taehyung isn't making sense, slurring cutely into the phone with little hiccups and soft exhales of breath. Jimin doesn't stop talking into the phone until the only thing he can hear is Taehyung's light snores. Even then, he waits another ten minutes just to make sure before whispering, "love you," and ending the call.
When their schedules are finally clear enough for them to meet up, Taehyung insists on taking Jimin to "the cutest café ever, like it really is the cutest, Jimin—I'm serious!" and then going back to Jimin's for some "movie watching".
It's a good plan and Jimin wants to hurry up and get the damn coffee out of the way so he can get Taehyung's scent back onto his sheets.
When they meet up, it shouldn't be anything too weird. Although they're both omegas, it could simply just be that they're friends meeting up to hang out, that'd be the public's first thought.
When Taehyung grabs his hand, and leads him into the warm looking café, there are eyes that widen and a few lips that curl up in confusion and surprise. It makes Jimin roll his eyes, but he's not here for them or their invasive looks.
He stares at Taehyung's excited expression, nose immediately catching the way his entire body floods with happiness and contentment while looking at the pastries and sweet drinks.
"Jimin! This one is a fruit tart, no mangoes!"
Jimin forces any unwanted thoughts from his head as he pushes closer to stand more at Taehyung's side, looking at the sweets with interest. Taehyung is basically bouncing next to him and Jimin raises an eyebrow as the other omega's tongue sticks out from how hard he's thinking about what he's going to get.
"Maybe you don't need anything sweet, Tae…" Jimin teases, laughing when Taehyung attempts to calm himself down, despite the wild, bright look in his pretty eyes that never leaves, not even for a second. Something about the energy makes Jimin suspicious but he chalks it up to the other boy just being excited. They haven't been out with each other for a good week and a half so his excitement is warranted.
They look for a little while longer before finally deciding on what they want.
Taehyung settles on a cinnamon pear strudel with a vanilla glaze. To match, he chooses a vanilla crème coffee. Taehyung's sweet tooth is showing, and when Jimin tells him this, the other man simply smiles shyly and goes to find them a booth.
Cute.
Jimin actually ends up taking Taehyung's suggestion and goes with the fruit tart and simple latte.
While they're sitting at their booth, a secluded one toward the back of the cute café, Jimin listens as Taehyung goes on and on about his classes and a new study partner he found. He lets the younger man stick his finger in his fruit tart and taste the sweet cream and powdered sugar sprinkled on top and has to resist the urge to lean over the small table and kiss him.
Taehyung doesn't say anything about the need that seeps into his scent, but he does place a warm hand on Jimin's across the table and hums cutely around his fork.
"Jimin, will you let me taste yours if I let you taste mine?"
The simple request makes Jimin let out the softest of breaths as he gently pushes his plate toward Taehyung, chest tightening at the way he lights up.
Jimin expects the eager omega to simple take fork full of the pastry but instead, Taehyung leans forward and parts his lips, widening his mouth expectantly.
Jimin inhales shakily.
There's no sly look in his eye, but Jimin is sure Taehyung is up to something and it makes him grip his own thigh in anticipation.
"I'm gonna drool, Jimin!"
Jimin huffs out a laugh at the garbled words and scoops some of the fruit tart up with his own fork, laughing again when Taehyung jiggles a bit in his seat.
Jimin nearly starts cooing, "choo choo" but doesn't want to embarrass the other man too much. He can save that for another time.
Instead, he gently guides the fork into Taehyung's awaiting mouth, eyes instantly drawn to the way Taehyung's lips close over the utensil. He doesn't look as if he's trying to put on a show, at least Jimin doesn't think so…but when he pulls the fork from Taehyung's mouth and his ears catch the soft moan, Jimin nearly cracks.
Jimin's eyes narrow.
Taehyung seems absolutely clueless and just licks his lips slowly, removing the traces of sugar from the corners of his mouth. Then he turns to Jimin, lips already beginning to darken a bit just from that.
"Ready?"
Jimin presses his tongue to the inside of his mouth, humming as he leans forward himself, letting his mouth fall open. His eyes bore into Taehyung's with intent until the other omega looks away to scoop up the food.
Taehyung's eyes follow the wet movement of his tongue before he seems to snap out of it and guide the fork into Jimin's mouth.
Jimin chews slowly, smiling around the sweetness in his mouth when Taehyung urges him to give a verdict.
"It's really good, I'll have to get that one next time."
Taehyung seems oddly proud of his choice, smiling with all his teeth as they each go back to their own desserts, finishing rather quickly.
Jimin is just letting Taehyung finish the last of his coffee, tapping quickly on his phone when his nose catches the softness smell of desperation and want.
He tenses up, gaze snapping up from his phone to land on Taehyung, who is staring at him from across the table, almost in a daze.
Jimin is suddenly so damn giddy.
He sets his phone down, game long forgotten as Taehyung seems to snap out of his trance and blink widely before going back to his coffee, like nothing had happened.
"Oh yeah?"
Taehyung blushes almost unconsciously, body reacting to Jimin's throaty voice without even wanting to. It drives Jimin crazy.
"Huh?"
Jimin tilts his head, eyes dark and hyper focused on the way Taehyung's legs are crossed so tightly, the way his hands are clutching the cup so desperately, the way his body goes lax when he meets Jimin's eyes.
"Well, how about that…"
Taehyung still looks a bit confused, a nervous smile hiding behind his cup and Jimin sends him a soft smile back; a complete opposite visual of how feels on the inside…the way Taehyung has him positively burning.
"You are so pretty," Jimin remarks, words gentle and quiet against the smooth music playing in the café. Taehyung's lips part, eyes nearly glazing over right then.
'Not yet,' Jimin thinks, gathering his bag and making sure his phone is in his pocket.
"Are you ready, baby?"
Taehyung nods jerkily, placing his cup back on the saucer with shaky hands as he grabs his phone from the table and tucks it into his pocket, "yeah, uh—yeah, I'm ready."
They get up from their booth, and having prepaid for their little date, they wave at the workers and promise to come back.
Although going to Taehyung's would be closer, he still lives in a dorm. Jimin's small apartment is cozy and gives them so much more privacy. It was easier for them to stay over at night too, because Taehyung's dorm rules didn't allow overnight visits.
Therefore, the walk to Jimin's is a bit longer, taking them a little over fifteen minutes to reach the large complex. Jimin quickly punches in his code, trying to get them out of the cold and into the warmth of his apartment as fast as possible. Taehyung is pressed to his back as he pushes the main building's door open, breath puffing warmly against Jimin's neck.
"Did you leave your heater on when you left, Jiminie?"
"Yes, I did, so you'd be nice and warm. I put your favorite blankets on the couch too."
Taehyung's favorite blankets consists of the three or four small, throw blankets that Jimin used while he would stay with his parents for the holidays. He said that they smell so strongly of Jimin, even more so than the apartment he currently lives in. They're old and even tearing in some places, but Taehyung loves them so much and Jimin can't ever imagine getting rid of them for that very reason.
When they're finally able to get into the apartment, Taehyung exhales, slipping his shoes off and dropping unceremoniously onto the couch full of blankets. Jimin laughs and desperately wants to join him, but he knows Taehyung will wake up irritated if he sleeps in the tight jeans he has on now.
"I'm gonna go get us some clothes to change into, any preferences?" Jimin asks, leaning against the doorway of the hall, watching as Taehyung pushes his nose into the blankets.
"Nah, just whatever you've already worn is fine."
Jimin laughs to himself, 'scent-whore' coming to mind, but he doesn't want to make Taehyung self-conscious about his attachment to how Jimin smells. It's honestly the most precious thing he's ever discovered about Taehyung.
When Jimin comes back, Taehyung is standing at the side of the couch, tapping at his phone. He looks up when Jimin enters and it's impossible to miss the way his nose flares and his scent spikes.
Jimin shivers as Taehyung's scent strengthens in the small room, and he has to hold himself back from pressing against the other, not yet wanting to delve into that.
He hands Taehyung a pair of sweats and the tshirt he wore the last night Taehyung had called him. Taehyung had been basically sleep talking over the phone that night, murmuring about how much he wanted Jimin to touch him and how good Jimin smelled. He whispered about how wet he was getting just thinking about having Jimin's hands on him, grabbing him and squeezing him tight.
Needless to say, Taehyung wouldn't know why the shirt smelled so strongly of Jimin's arousal, but he would probably have an idea, and that's what Jimin wanted to see.
That embarrassment and bit of shame that came with knowing he was acting so filthy and needy over the phone, unable to control himself.
That's what Jimin wanted—and he wasn't disappointed.
Taehyung's eyes widen immediately, and Jimin can only stare darkly as the omega's scent of slick fills the air quickly. It pours from Taehyung like a bucket and Jimin sucks in a shuddering breath as he feels himself getting wet.
"Go change?"
Jimin knows the words are said roughly, knows Taehyung must realize just how strong he smells…
The scent of his shame is nearly as strong as the scent of his arousal as he nods and scurries into the bathroom, having to squeeze past Jimin to do so.
Jimin can't help but to find it so cute the way he tries to keep their bodies from touching. Sometimes Taehyung is shameless, but other times, he's so meek and shy. It makes Jimin want to hurt him—
For the sake of saving himself a walk, Jimin strips his own clothes in the living room, pulling on his own pair of sweats and tshirt before depositing his other clothes into the corner, uncaring at the moment.
It takes Taehyung a good couple of minutes to finish dressing and come out of the bathroom.
As he walks back into the room, Jimin grins to himself.
He definitely washed up.
His scent is a bit muted now, smelling more of the cheap soap Jimin keeps at the sink. Taehyung probably figured it'd be a bit too obvious if he used his body wash and Jimin is absolutely excited because of the lengths Taehyung will go to hide his arousal. It makes his hands twitch with the need to touch—ruin.
"Did you—did you pick a movie yet?" Taehyung says softly, moving carefully into the room to sit gingerly on the couch. Jimin frowns, however, at how tensed up the other omega is. You'd think he was in a room full of alphas. Although Jimin doesn't necessarily smell any fear, he doesn't want Taehyung to be uncomfortable in the slightest. He can only guess it's due to the fact that it's been a bit of time since they've been together like this.
Jimin hums.
"I was waiting to ask you. Want something funny?"
Taehyung shakes his head, hands clasped together and pushed between his thighs.
"Scary?"
"No—"
"Drama?"
Taehyung takes his time thinking about that before nodding.
"A drama is fine—you know I don't really care what we watch though, Jimin." Jimin smiles after popping a random drama movie into the disc player. He rises to his feet and leans down to press a kiss to Taehyung's soft, squishy cheek before plopping down next to him.
"And you know that I like to ask you anyway, baby. Why fight with me on this?" Jimin teases lightly, making Taehyung scoff playfully.
"You call this a fight? What a baby." Jimin snorts out a laugh as the title screen pops up. He presses the play button quickly before turning back to Taehyung's relaxing form.
"Me? You think I'm the baby?" Taehyung nods, a smug look on his face that's slowly ruined by his goofy smile.
"I think you've got it wrong, doll."
Jimin reaches over to pull Taehyung against him, already leaning with his back against the armrest. Taehyung falls against him, their chests pressed together tightly yet comfortably at the same time.
"Look at you all curled up in my arms, huh? You just might be the baby here, Tae."
Taehyung splutters a bit, wriggling cutely in Jimin's hold before slumping against the shorter man, face pushed into the crook of his neck. Jimin lets the omega sniff him, running a hand full of rings through Taehyung's soft hair. Although the movie is playing, neither of them are paying much attention to the screen, Taehyung too busy scenting Jimin and Jimin simply too entranced.
It's close to the middle of the film when Taehyung lets out the softest of noises, so soft Jimin wouldn't have heard it had he actually been watching the movie. The younger omega nearly purrs as he presses closer to Jimin, inhaling his scent so that frantically that Jimin would be afraid he wasn't breathing, if not for the warm puffs of breath against his throat.
"How you feeling? Little better?"
Taehyung can probably guess that Jimin is talking about the nervousness he was displaying earlier. Jimin can't help but sigh shakily when Taehyung shakes his head, in turn, rubbing his warm lips against Jimin's pulse. Jimin wraps his arm even tighter around Taehyung's waist, fingers digging into the flesh of his side like a claw. He continues stroking his hair, licking his lips to wet them.
"No? What's wrong, huh? What can I do to help?" Jimin asks softly, legs spreading wider to accommodate the way Taehyung burrows closer, their hips aligned almost perfectly.
Taehyung lets out a low whine and Jimin can't help the way his hand squeezes his side roughly before reaching down, two fingers pressed against the base of his spine—like a warning.
Taehyung's hips buck at the simple touch and Jimin lets himself groan, pressing the entirety of his hand on the sensitive area.
"Yeah? That feel good?"
Taehyung's mouth is open, panting hotly against Jimin's skin as he tries to collect himself, hands coming up to grab at Jimin's shirt, "Jimin—oh, Jiminie—"
Jimin wishes he could see the way Taehyung's lips were curving around his name, wish he could see the way his little tongue would loll out of his mouth—he wants to see.
He grips Taehyung's waist, rougher than he needs to, eliciting a short cry from the other man.
"Up. Sit up."
Taehyung's mind is hazy and all types of foggy with arousal, yet he still scrambles to position himself the way Jimin wants, propping himself up on his knees. Jimin takes a moment to stare up at him, eyes taking in the flushed, golden skin leading from his cheeks to his throat, and even the tips of his ears.
It takes a second to get them in a position he likes, and although Jimin wants to watch the other man fall apart, he's satisfied. Jimin moved to sit on one of the couch cushions, dragging Taehyung by his hips easily to sit the squirming omega in his lap, his back pressed warmly to Jimin's chest.
Jimin can smell his own slick slowly filling the air, mixing and mingling with the overpowering scent of Taehyung's. It's beginning to make him go absolutely insane.
Taehyung's hands flop at his sides, unsure as to where they should be going.
Jimin decides for him.
He grips Taehyung by his wrists and presses them together against his chest.
"Don't you move these, okay? Not an inch."
The command is clear in Jimin's voice, and Taehyung whines, knees wanting to press together as he feels his underwear become even more soaked, prompting Jimin to take a huge inhale, filling his nose with the scent of Taehyung, Taehyung, mine—
"What did I tell you about keeping up with your cycle, baby?"
Taehyung stiffens in his lap and Jimin hums, reaching around their bodies to press a warm hand against Taehyung's quivering stomach underneath his shirt, his rings adding a cooling sensation.
"I—I forget sometimes, Jiminie—"
Taehyung's sentence cuts off with a choke as Jimin scoffs and presses down harder on his pudgy stomach, a cruel feeling of satisfaction rising in his chest when Taehyung whimpers.
"It shouldn't be that hard. Mark it down. Use your head. Simple." Jimin goads, relishing in the way Taehyung squirms and gasps out, "I know, I know—"
"Then why don't you do it? I think you just wanna drive me crazy—"
"No—!"
"—see how far you can push me before fuck your little wet ass, is that it?"
Taehyung shakes his head and although Jimin can only see the back of him at the moment, he can almost imagine the way Taehyung's eyes are squeezed shut, mouth wide and tongue pressed over his lip.
Jimin listens to the way Taehyung hiccups, hips twitching with the need to rut down against Jimin's hardening cock.
…speaking of which—
Jimin smiles callously, reaching up to pop Taehyung's lips with his open palm. It snaps Taehyung out his reverie and Jimin growls, "spit."
Taehyung tries his best, mouth loose as he dribbles saliva onto Jimin's open hand, head rolling back to rest of Jimin's shoulder.
"J-Jimin—oh, please touch me—"
Jimin ignores the plea before reaching underneath Taehyung's sweatpants, using no formalities as he grips Taehyung's hard cock. The sound he lets out is positively sinful and Jimin knows for a fact his own underwear is close to being soaked through.
Jimin's eyes flicker a bit between looking over Taehyung's shoulder and the television that is still playing the movie.
Jimin smiles.
"I'm gonna watch the movie now, Taehyungie. Stay quiet for me, okay?"
Taehyung lets out a cry at that, hips pushing and bucking into Jimin's slow, loose grip around his cock.
"Please don't w-wa—ah! Please don't watch t-the movie—I need, oh I-I—"
Jimin frowns and yanks down Taehyung's sweats down further, just to smack the sensitive skin of his thigh, humming when Taehyung yelps.
"That's so selfish, Taehyung. I want to watch the movie and you're going to disturb me?" Jimin mocks, jerking Taehyung off nice and slow. He can smell the scent of Taehyung's slick getting stronger and he wants so badly to push Taehyung over and slip his tongue into him, eat him out until he's crying and drooling against the floor.
Taehyung lets out another wet cry, choking when Jimin slaps his already reddened thigh again.
It's so hard to resist.
"You're too loud—"
"'M sorry! Sorry Jimin!" Taehyung whines, hands still pressed to his chest, except now his fingers are digging into his throat, eyes half open but barely seeing.
Jimin can't even actually watch the movie despite Taehyung trying his best to quiet down his whimpers and whines. Jimin leans forward to begin biting and licking at Taehyung's exposed throat, rubbing the palm of his hand against the head of Taehyung's cock.
The circular motions drive Taehyung crazy, hips jerking almost uncontrollably and wheezed cries coming from deep inside him.
It's almost too much for Jimin—
It's impossible to stop himself from rutting upward, rubbing his clothed dick against Taehyung's ass. It's hard to maneuver them both, but Jimin is able to shift Taehyung forward enough to get his sweats and completely slip down—along with his underwear.
Taehyung wails.
"Fu-fuck me! Jimin, fuck me, o-oh—please oh my god—"
He begins to rut his ass down against Jimin's lap, and Jimin has to lean back to watch—watch the way his hole seems to gush slick, immediately soaking the front of his sweats.
"Oh, Taehyung—"
His desperation is something strong and overpowering and Jimin can feel his own thoughts get hazy, no longer concerned with their game and with keeping Taehyung quiet. His hips grind up roughly, focusing on working one hand on Taehyung's leaking cock while the other is wrapped around Taehyung's waist and yanking him down.
"Want my cock, baby? Want me to fuck you, want me to fuck my baby Taehyungie?"
Taehyung seems to be full on sobbing now, turning his head to press into Jimin's throat as he cries, "Yes! Please, oh please fuc—mnh! F-fuck Taehyungie—he's so wet—wants your fat cock, J-Jimin—oh!"
Jimin whines and suddenly Taehyung is pushed face down, against the couch, pants still hanging from his thighs. He immediately and almost unconsciously begins rutting against the cushion, hands pinned underneath him and fingers still pressed to his throat.
Jimin groans at finally seeing Taehyung's slick ass, eyes drawn to how it even coats his cheeks because there is so much. Jimin leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against the base of his spine before bringing his hand down hard on Taehyung's ass cheek.
"Fuck!"
Jimin tuts at the omega, smacking him again.
"Too loud—"
"Sorry!" Taehyung gasps, humping at the cushion faster and faster as Jimin rises behind him.
"You smell so good, Taehyungie," Jimin coos, slipping off his sweat pants and tossing his shirt to the floor along with them.
"I want to fucking eat you—"
Taehyung whimpers, turning his head to look at Jimin over his shoulder, moaning when he sees the other omega's dark expression. His eyes flash down to his cock, and Taehyung moans again—louder and deliberate.
"Y-yeah, f-fucking eat me, Jimin—fuck me up—"
Jimin lets out a strangled noise before collapsing onto Taehyung, he ruts against the omega's slick ass, tucking his dick between his cheeks to rub against his puffy hole, loving the way Taehyung tenses and nearly comes right then and there.
"This the only thing you're good for, huh—this slick ass—so easy to fuck, so easy Taehyung—"
Jimin groans, reaching back and pressing two of his fingers against his own wet hole, pushing forward and back as he seems to debate between fingering himself or fucking Taehyung stupid.
"Please-!"
Taehyung pleads, tears pouring from his eyes and soaking into the ruined cushion. Jimin coos, leaning forward to lick at the tears, tasting his desperation and heat—
Jimin is frantic now, teasing Taehyung having affected him just as much. He lifts his hips just barely from Taehyung's ass and presses two fingers into the omega, rutting against the back of his tight thigh as his fingers fuck into Taehyung at a brutish pace. His rings are steady snagging on his rim, but Taehyung just pushes his hips back for more, crying and almost screaming with want.
"Okay, okay—"
Jimin removes his fingers roughly, settling back over Taehyung and using his slicked hand to guide himself into Taehyung's clenching hole.
The effect is instantaneous and Jimin lets out a choked groan as suddenly Taehyung is clenching down on him roughly, screaming into the couch cushion as he fucking comes—
Jimin cries out as the pressure increases, and begins to pull out only for Taehyung to reach back and yank him back by his hip—
"Don't—don't stop, Jimin, please!"
Jimin can only register the plea in his tone before he sets to give Taehyung want he wants, grinding his hips in and out of the crying omega, feeling him clench down tight and begin to hump against the cushion again because he's hard again—
"Fucking filthy, Taehyung—you just can't get enough, greedy—"
Taehyung isn't even saying words anymore, blubbering wetly about god knows what while he lets Jimin take him roughly.
"Such a good, pretty omega for me, fuck—your hole is so greedy, you just keep—keep sucking me in—"
Taehyung chokes, unable to respond as he begins working toward his second orgasm. Jimin's hips snap against his ass, slapping noises barely heard over Taehyung's cries and Jimin's rough panting.
There is no way Jimin is going to be able to draw this out, that much he can tell as his rhythm goes to shit and suddenly he can only think about coming, coming inside Taehyung—making Taehyungie his messy baby—
"F-fuck!"
Jimin grinds hard into Taehyung, mouth hanging open as his dick throbs and jerks with each spurt of come, painting Taehyung insides white.
Taehyung begins whining, hips still moving desperately against the cushion as he's left unsatisfied. Jimin groans again, shuddering as he pulls out of Taehyung, watching the way the younger man's hole clenches around nothing.
Jimin takes in a shaky breath before reversing their positions; Jimin on his back and Taehyung hovering above him, hips jerking against nothing.
Jimin is still panting when he grabs a fist full of Taehyung's hair, dragging the man down to whisper, "Fuck me—"
—and telling him twice is unnecessary.
Jimin isn't even able to inhale quick enough for Taehyung is shoving himself into Jimin, throwing his head back as his cock is enveloped in slick heat.
Taehyung lets out a whine, hips instantly beginning to move, humping and grinding into Jimin's hole.
Jimin hums encouragingly, pressing kisses to Taehyung's chest when the other begins to whimper and tears fill his eyes.
"Jimin—you feel so—unghh!"
"Good b-boy, fuck me good Taehyungie—"
Taehyung cries out, fucking into Jimin's lax body harder—quicker.
He's close and Jimin coos as Taehyung begins to cry in overstimulation.
"Oh my—god…good? I-is it, f-fuuuck—good, Jimin? Am I making you f-feel good?"
Jimin nods, hand loosely jerking his own cock as Taehyung pounds into him, hips smacking into Jimin's with each cry.
"So good, Taehyungie—oh, you're gonna make me come again—good boy, good boy, good—fuck!"
Jimin is so close, he's so close—Taehyung's cock—
"—your cock is so good Taehyungie—I'm gonna spill all over myself, fuck—my perfect boy, perfect boy with a good omega cock—"
Taehyung wails, hips slamming into Jimin now as he chases his orgasm, because it's probably right there, right on the edge—
"Oh my god!"
When Taehyung comes, he pushes into Jimin so hard that Jimin sees stars—
His hand is moving quick over his own cock as Taehyung cries and moans above him, pace turning sloppy and so so wet when finally—
"Tae—Taehyungie!"
"So messy…"
"S-stop—"
Jimin snickers as he kisses Taehyung's flushed cheek, kissing his eyelid, then his temple. He spreads kisses all over Taehyung's body. He has two fingers pressed into Taehyung's hole, too tired to go to his room and get the precious omega's plug.
Taehyung doesn't mind, softly rutting down against his fingers, eyes nearly shut as he takes in shuddering breath after shuddering breath.
Jimin's rubbing all over him too, his free hand making sure to caress Taehyung's tired body in every spot possible. It has Taehyung arching, aching cock trying so hard to fatten back up.
Jimin coos, kisses the tip of his cock as Taehyung gasps and pushes his head away, murmuring, "too sensitive"
"I'm going to set an alarm on my phone for when you start going into heat and getting all wet for me, okay? You have to keep up with these things." Jimin scolds, playfully nipping at Taehyung's cheek. The other omega nods, kissing at Jimin's collarbones and even sucking on the skin there.
They lay like that for a few extra minutes—or maybe it was an hour—before they get up and Jimin bathes Taehyung, uses his nicest soaps and his softest towel to clean his skin.
"I'm taking care of my baby," is his response when Taehyung whines and asks why they can't just get in bed already.
Jimin kisses Taehyung again, unable to control himself with the pout on the boy's lips.
"Uh huh, I'm gonna take care of you. Let you get some sleep and by the time you wake up, you'll be all wet for me—all over again."
Taehyung whines, nuzzling his face into Jimin's side as the man sits on the edge of the tub, rubbing the soft towel against Taehyung's back.
Taehyung mumbles something into his stomach and Jimin pulls his head back with a gentle grip on his hair. He inhales sharply and Jimin hums.
"What was that, baby?"
Taehyung whines again, squirming in the tub and making some of the water land on Jimin's skin.
"But I'm wet now…"
Jimin inhales again, drinking in Taehyung's intoxicating scent like a drug.
"Then I guess I'll just have to do what I do best, huh?"
Take care of my baby—