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“Yoongi-uh, I’m sure it will be fine. You might really like your new roommate!” Hoseok’s smile was as wide as ever, always trying to put a positive spin on things. Yoongi however, was less than thrilled with the prospect of a new person moving into the dorm. Namjoon just had to graduate and leave him with an empty space for anyone to move into.
“What if I don’t though? You know how much I dislike meeting new people; I can’t help being skittish around them.” While his friend, as a beta, got along with almost everyone, Yoongi, as an omega, found it much harder to acclimate to strangers. He was very loving and close to those he trusted but getting to that point didn’t always come easily to the male, “I’d just be happier alone, with the occasional visit from you.”
The younger sighed and reached his hand out to rub softly behind the other’s ear, the omegas scent returning to its usual honeysuckle, not the bitter one that had been polluting the air around them. Hoseok wasn’t always the best at noticing changes in aromas, but he could have sensed Yoongi’s a mile away. The two had been friends since they were young, meaning he had become quite entuned with him over the years.
A slightly grumpy look twisted the elders face as his friend caressed that one spot he couldn’t resist, “You know I hate when you do that.” Though the sour look quickly dissipated as he rubbed his head into the others hand, a low purr coming from his throat as he was soothed.
“Yes, so miserable when I make you feel better.” With one last soft swoop of his finger behind the others ear, he pulled back and stopped in his tracks, “I’d go with you if I could, but I’m already late for my shift. Are you going to be alright, Yoongi-uh?”
The smaller waved off his companion, hoisting his backpack up on his shoulders, “I’ll be fine. We’re not kittens anymore.” With a huff, the omega turned tail and headed towards the dorms to face his fate.
“I’ll call you on my break and make sure everything’s going okay!” The blonde beta called after his friend, but Yoongi didn’t respond, leaving the younger to sigh out and start his walk to the coffee shop.
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This must have been what it felt like walking on death row, each step getting heavier the closer he got to his dorm. He had been dreading today for the past week and a half, from the moment he had received that e-mail: ‘Please See Inside: New Roommate Assignment’. His stomach had dropped to his feet, and he had wanted nothing more than to crawl into a box and hide. As an Omega, getting paired up with a new roommate was always worrisome, you had no idea what kind of position you might be put in. Of course, they tried their best to pair like second genders, but sometimes it just didn’t work out. The only source of comfort he had was that he knew they would, at very least, be feline.
Yoongi had done everything in his power to get himself into the only all felis college in South Korea. It would have been a nightmare being in one of those mixed schools, canines were inherently dirty, and he had never been too enthusiastic of their smell. Not to mention, their aggressiveness scared the omega even in the best situations, so he had been quite relieved when he got his admittance to YMSK. He could focus fully on his studies and not worry about interspecies mingling.
Despite all of that though, he still didn’t like the idea of a new roommate, what if they smelled badly? He was so sensitive to smell!
Stopping dead, he realized he was at the door of his building, his own scent souring once more. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even been able to thoroughly enjoy his last few moments alone. The decision to not be there as his new roommate moved in was probably stupid. He should have marked his territory and stood his ground, but what was he going to do? Rub honeysuckle all over the place? How scary that would have been?
Mumbling to himself, he entered the building, deciding to take the stairs in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. The distance between him and his room became smaller and smaller before he was outside the door, “Okay. This is fine. Everything is going to be fine.” The omega told himself, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it to enter the room.
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Wide eyes scanned their surroundings, taking in the boxes stacked all over. The windows were open, letting in the autumn breeze that swirled through the dorm, the only smell wafting through was the sweetness of grass.
No sign of anyone, no sign of any stench. Hell, maybe he could sneak into his room and postpone their introduction for another day. Those were the thoughts in his mind as he sniffed the air, however, curiosity got the better of him.
Setting his bag down by the door, he slinked towards a nearby box, reading the word scribbled across the top: ‘clothes’. The handwriting wasn’t very neat, not that it mattered at all, but there had always been a rather judgmental part of Yoongi and so it was noted, nonetheless. All the piles were also a bit haphazard, another sign of a less than fastidious roommate. Some might have found Yoongi to be too particular with things but as far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with having high standards and Min Yoongi’s standards were the highest.
“Hi!”
The subtle smell of a field wafted through his nose, a sweet energetic voice hitting his ears. Yoongi turned quickly, heart nearly catapulting through his throat at the intrusion to his snooping, though it wasn’t like he had done anything except walk around the boxes, “Oh.. uhh.. hi, you must be..”
“Jimin! Park Jimin!” The other was clearly a very outgoing sort, a bubbling smile, and no hesitation in throwing his hand up in a friendly wave, walking into the room to join the other, “It’s nice to meet you.” Jimin’s smile was warm and welcoming and there was something about him that immediately made Yoongi feel slightly calmer. He was cute too. Which was completely irrelevant because there was no way in hell he would be stupid enough to start something with his roommate.
Slowly, a smile reached Yoongi’s lips and all the fears he had had before were washed away by the friendly face in front of him, “Min Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you too. Can I help you get anything situated? Unpack?” He asked the other, looking around a bit at the boxes and slipping his hands into the back pockets of his black skinny jeans.
“Oh no, it shouldn’t take me long to put all this away. Sorry about the mess, I just had to get the moving truck back before they charged me another hour, so I threw everything in here. I’ll have it cleaned up by tomorrow at the latest. Sorry to encroach on your bachelor pad though, I’m sure you were disappointed when they said they found you a roommate.” The black-haired boy chuckled and went to pick up a box, “I promise I’ll try and stay out of the way. Hopefully we can become friends, as long as I don’t get on your nerves.” And with one last flash of a smile, he disappeared into his room.
Yoongi watched where the other had vanished for a moment and let out a sigh of relief. Yes, hopefully they would become friends.
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“See! I told you everything was going to work out.” Hoseok boasted as if it was simply because he said it that things had been okay, “You worked yourself up over nothing.” Pushing his food tray away from him, he picked up the iced coffee and sipped it with a cocky look on his face.
“Anyways, as I was saying.. he’s a beta so his scent is very mild, and he had all his boxes cleaned up by the time I got up this morning. You were right this time. Thing’s worked out.” He gave in to his friend’s smug expression, providing him the accolades he wanted, “Its kind of scary how unusually calm I feel around him. Not that I’m complaining, certainly better than being anxious all the time.” Yoongi plucked a fry off his plate, looking up as he heard bickering coming closer, “oh here we go.”
“I told you I had wanted the muffin and then you bought it anyways.”
“I can buy whatever I want to buy! I can’t help that I was in line before you!”
“Hyung! You cut in line to get ahead of me!”
“Really you two? A muffin?” Yoongi’s eyebrow hitched, looking at the men incredulously, “is there anything you won’t fight over?”
“Had Jungkook gotten out of bed on time, we both could have had muffins. It’s only fair I get the muffin.” Jin picked the muffin up off his tray, ripping off a piece and shoving it into his mouth, “mmmmm delicious.” The older chewed with a smile towards the irritated male on the other side of the table.
“You know I could easily kick your-“
“Jimin!” Yoongi interrupted, seeing his new roommate wandering around in search of a place to sit. He shot a quick glance to the two arguing before the other saw him and ventured over.
The moment he approached the table, the group looked up at him and Yoongi motioned to an empty seat, “You can sit with us, if you want. Guys, this is my new roommate, Jimin. Jimin this is my best friend Hoseok, his younger brother, Jungkook and our friend Jin.” The bickering had subsided, and both the older men were smiling widely in greeting, scooting their chairs over to give the new addition room to set his food tray down.
“Hi everyone,” Jimin smiled sweetly, his white teeth almost glistening in the sunshine coming in from the windows. Just as before, Yoongi felt slightly more at ease with the other close by and he could tell that both Jin and Hoseok were feeling it too, both having relaxed almost immediately upon his arrival. Jungkook on the other hand, seemed to be on the edge of his seat next to Yoongi, a less than amused look on his face, “Uh… I gotta get to class.” The boy mumbled, getting up quickly and snatching the muffin from Jin’s tray, “nice meeting you.” He briefly nodded towards Jimin before taking his leave.
Hoseok looked almost embarrassed at his brother’s actions, sending an apologetic glance in Jimin’s direction, “he’s very shy. It takes him awhile to get used to new people.”
“It’s okay, I get it. It’s always hard inviting someone new into your friends group when you’re comfortable with how things are. I don’t want to impose at all.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jin chimed in, a smile also apparent on his lips, “Jungkook is just being a baby. He’ll get over it.”
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It had been a whole month since Jimin had moved into the dorm, and he honestly couldn’t have fit in more perfectly with the group. Seokjin and Hoseok had immediately hit it off with the boy, Jin finding common ground in music and Seok learning that Jimin was interested in dance just as he was. Yoongi couldn’t have asked for a better roomie. He was clean and quiet and thoughtful. Whenever he cooked, he made enough for himself and Yoongi, whether to eat it that night or have lunch for the next day. He always gave Yoongi the space he needed but never failed to invite him to watch a movie or spend time together if the moment felt right. He had quickly grown fond of Jimin and was comforted having him around.
And Jungkook, well, Jungkook was a different story. The others honestly couldn’t figure it out. The youngest had always been a bit more prone to feeling differently than them, being that he was the only alpha of the group, but they had never seen him so adamantly try and avoid someone like he did, Jimin. It didn’t make any sense. Jimin was sweet and always tried to be friendly with the maknae, but even he couldn’t have missed the aloofness that Jungkook seemed to have towards him.
“Yoongi-uh, I don’t think I should be going over there.” Jimin walked with his friend though he certainly didn’t have the pep in his step that he normally did, “you know how Jungkook feels about me. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own room.”
“Jimin-ssi, it’s a group movie night, and you are part of the group. He has got to get used to the fact that we all have a new friend. I don’t honestly understand his issue.” Sticking his nose up in the air, he entered the building that housed his friends’ room, coaxing Jimin to follow along, “I think he’s just jealous since everyone likes you so much, alphas are so weird.”
As they made their way up to the third floor, Yoongi had managed to settle the younger some by the time they were approaching C-12.
The last few steps were halted as shouting came from behind the closed door.
“I am telling you guys! There is something fishy about him! I can smell it. You omegas and betas have no idea. There is something going on. You’re all being stupid! I don’t want him in my room!”
“Our room, Jungkook! What is wrong with you!? Jimin has done nothing but try and be nice to you and get along with you even though you treat him badly!”
“You’re not listening to me! I –“
Yoongi pushed open the door abruptly, interrupting the argument ensuing. Jimin however, had stopped moving from the moment they could overhear the conversation, staying a few feet down the hall.
The man was fuming, his usually pale cheeks red with anger, obviously blustering for the right thing to say. It was not often that Yoongi lost his temper, Hoseok didn’t think he had seen him look like this since elementary school, but his eyes were pointed and there was a fire burning in them.
“How dare you, Jungkook. The only reason you even became part of the group was because you’re Hoseok’s little brother and we felt sorry for you coming to a big school and having no friends. We even had to talk Jin into agreeing to be your roommate…”
Jin flushed, somewhat shaking his head but he didn’t feel like this was the appropriate time to argue that battle.
“But you know what? Fine. If you don’t want Jimin here, then you don’t want me here either. Hoseok, I’m sorry but I just won’t put up with this anymore.” His friend didn’t look like he blamed him for a moment and with that, Yoongi turned and slammed the door shut behind him.
Jimin stood in the middle of the hallway, looking like he had been kicked and Yoongi felt a pang in his chest at the sight, “C’mon Jimin-uh, let’s go get some food and go back to our room, we can watch a movie there.”
“You.. you didn’t have to do that. You can stay here, I’ll just go ba-“
Putting up his hand, the dark-haired man cut him off, “No, I don’t even want to be around someone who would treat one of my friends like that. I’d rather hang out with you.”
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>>> until he’s ready to apologize I honestly can’t see
us coming around, seok. i’m sorry, I don’t want to miss
your party but…
>>> jimin is a really good friend
<<< you don’t have to explain it to me yoongs
i get it. we’ll get together soon
A sigh fell from the omegas lips, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, tugging down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands to keep them warm from the chilling air.
It had been a week since the incident at Jin and Jungkook’s dorm and Yoongi was standing his ground firmly on the matter. Maybe it seemed silly for someone to completely cut off one of their friends for someone they had just met, but Yoongi had felt different with Jimin from the moment the two had met. He wasn’t going to let some little brat dictate who he could hang out with.
Walking the hallway, he readied himself for the conversation he was going to have to have with Jimin. His heat was coming up and while the other was a beta, he didn’t think they were good enough friends for him to have to deal with that side of him yet.
Having heats was honestly the worst part of being an omega, mostly because when it came to cats, Yoongi was far from interested in sex with an alpha. Sex with an alpha was almost always uncomfortable. He knew it wasn’t the alphas’ fault, it was in the way they were made, and some omegas really enjoyed it. But Yoongi was not one of those omegas and couldn’t imagine a time in which he ever wanted (what felt like) claws digging into his sensitive insides.
So, heats were spent alone, cold and shivering in his room, mewling, and praying for it to be over soon, honestly not something he wanted his new friend to be a witness to.
Walking into their shared dorm room, he looked around, seeing Jimin’s backpack on the couch and calling out for his friend, “Jiminuh? You here?” Toeing off his shoes by the door, he closed it behind him, wandering into the room as silence was the only answer he received.
“Must be in the shower,” The omega mused to himself, making his way to his own room to put his things away. Glancing to the couch, he saw Jimin’s ID badge siting on the top of his things inside the open backpack, a smile crossing his lips as he reached in and grabbed it, inspecting the photo on it. The other had such a warm and welcoming smile, it was hard for the elder not to look at him fondly. As usual, his black hair was tousled, and he looked so adorable Yoongi wanted to just pinch the cheeks of the beta in the photo.
After another moment, he realized he had just been staring at the badge and shook his head, moving to put it back where he had grabbed it from. As he leaned closer to the bag to drop it in, a small bottle caught his eye.
“Mind your business, Min.” He spoke allowed, though his curiosity got the better of him, much like it always did.
Yoongi grabbed the opaque orange tube, the sound of pills rattling around inside as he brought it out of the bag to look at.
Immediately, his body tensed, reading the label on the bottle:
Park Jimin
Suppressants – 10 MG
Take one pill daily or at first sign of arousal
150 Pills SP. Canine
Eyes scanned the label, once, twice, three times. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, every muscle in his body telling him to flee immediately. How could this be? Something had to be wrong. This… this couldn’t be right. His friend, Park Jimin, was a beta feline. Why would there be a pill bottle that said...
Though his stomach was churning and making him feel ill, it didn’t stop him from reaching back in the bag and pulling out the bottle that had been sitting next to the one he was already gripping. This one was a brownish bottle with a liquid inside and a dropper top screwed into place, the label stating:
Feline Pheromone
The omega’s mind raced, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. What was going on?
Eyes remained glued to the sight before him as the usual faint smell of grass became strongly overpowered by a much muddier scent, nothing like Jimin normally smelled.
Practically jumping out of his skin, Yoongi’s hands released the bottles, both dropping back into the sack as his heart surged. He had been so wrapped up in his snooping that he hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone anymore.
“You weren’t supposed to be back yet.” Jimin chided, getting ever closer to the man in front of him.
“I-I-I” Yoongi couldn’t even manage a thought much less a sentence, his own scent souring as he stood completely still.
Who was this person behind him? This was not his friend Jimin he had been living with for the past 6 weeks. He no longer felt calm in the presence of the other and the normal sweet scent of greenery had become a murky field of overgrown vegetation.
Jimin’s body was now so close to Yoongi, he could feel every breath he took, the hot moist air caressing along the back of his neck and sending a chill down his spine, but he found himself not sure if it was one of fear or one of excitement; perhaps a little of both.
Truth was, he had never been so close to a predator before and while the thought had always terrified him, there was still the undeniable attraction he had for Jimin that was wreaking havoc on his insides. What the hell was wrong with him? His supposed “friend” had been lying to him the past 6 weeks, pretending to be something he wasn’t, and for what?
“Yoongiuh,” Jimin started softly, his marshy scent becoming a bit more feral, and the omega caught the change instantly, feeling his knees weaken.
Just before the omega’s legs gave out beneath him, Jimin wrapped an arm around his waist, helping hold him up as his body leaned back against him despite his better judgement. What was happening to him? This was a wolf behind him and yet here he was, practically serving himself up to him on a silver platter, “No,” he managed weakly as he swallowed the dry lump that felt as though it was clogging his throat, “You shouldn’t be here. I don’t even know you.”
“It doesn’t smell like you want me to go.” Jimin could practically taste the sweet flowery aroma on his tongue, the words rolling off his tongue simply, “You know me, hyung.”
The others odor grew like vines, wrapping around Yoongi’s skin and surrounding every inch of him, the tendrils winding up his nostrils and suffocating him with greenery. He felt like he was in a rain forest the way it seemed to consume him and weigh down heavily on all his senses.
“Yoongi..” Jimin started, pulling the omega out of the trance he had seemed to be falling into.
“Huh? Wha- no. N-no! NO! Jimin, no!” He finally mustered the strength to pull himself out of the foliage, ripping away from the other and darting across the living room, “Stay.. stay away from me, Jimin. How could you? What was your plan!? Are you here to hurt me?”
The youngers eyes widened in shock, his mouth nearly dropping open at the accusation, “If I was going to hurt you, don’t you think I would have done that already?” The tone came out a little gruffer than it normally would have, probably because he hadn’t taken his suppressants yet and his alpha was preening at the mixed smells in the air, arousal, and terror.
The sound of the others voice made Yoongi’s skin prickle, biting into his lip to hold in the involuntary noise that almost escaped.
God damn his stupid omega. Didn’t it know this was a fucking wolf!?
“What was that?” Jimin questioned, his voice back to its usual octave, though a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.
“What was what?” The omega quickly snapped, standing up slightly straighter, trying his best o look intimidating.
“You know.”
There was that voice again. Strong. Commanding. Blood curdling. Loin aching.
Before he could stop it, the moan slipped from between Yoongi’s lips, eyes fluttering as his body felt like it was turning to jelly.
The elder’s eyes widened suddenly, standing up straight again and pointing a finger at the imposter, “STOP! Doing that!”
Slowly, Jimin walked around the coffee table, approaching the omega as he took in a big waft of the fragrances dancing in the air between the two of them.
“No! Don’t come any closer! I’m.. I’m going to call the president and tell him about you and this sick game you’re playing. I don’t know what your plan is Park Jimin, but it’s over!”
Despite his words, he hadn’t moved a muscle and even he didn’t know if it was from fear or curiosity of what might come next.
“Hyung, can’t you just… hear me out first? Have I ever given you a reason to think I’m a danger to you or to anyone else?” At those words, he had closed the distance once more, their bodies being a mere few inches from one another.
The utter lack of space between the two of them was once again overtaking the stupid omega inside of Yoongi and he wanted to scream. He could barely hear the words that were coming from the others mouth, his body aching in a way that could only mean one thing.
Fuck.
He had forgotten all about how close his heat was with the situation that had unfolded since his arrival in the dorm. The fact was, he was only a couple days off from it, but with a powerful alpha scent now choking him, his body had seemed to speed up the process. And now…
A whimper.
Barely discernable over the whir of the air purifier but to the ears of an alpha, it was like a symphony being sung just for him.
Leaning down, Jimin moved his face close to the others neck and without touching, trailing along the curve of it, sniffing right over the scent gland.
A chill ran through the omega’s body, insides cramping with need as he felt the slick begin to dampen the seat of his pants.
“J-Jiminie…” Yoongi mewled softly, practically purring as his body arched closer to the alpha the resilience inside of him slipping farther away with every passing moment, “W-why?” He managed, though there was already a heavy ache in his lower abdomen, and he should have been locking himself in his room, not trying to continue this conversation.
“I swear, it’s nothing nefarious.” The younger supplies, speaking with his lips still so close to the others neck, “are you okay, hyung? You’re sweating.”
Was he okay?
Yoongi couldn’t remember a time a heat had ever hit him like this, not in all his years since maturing. When they came, they were miserable, but this was a whole new level. He felt like he had been drugged, his body hot to the touch yet freezing cold. He felt dizzy.
And then everything went black.
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When Yoongi woke up, it was to a sharp pain in his stomach, now swaddled in, not just his own blankets, but what clearly smelled like Jimin’s too. The old Jimin. Not the one that had sent him spiraling into his current state, panting, overheated, aching.
Rolling over onto his back, he closed his eyes, grabbing at the blanket closest to his head and bringing it to his face. This one so happened to be Jimin’s and Yoongi buried his nose into the material, taking in a big whiff of the soft grassy smell that had belonged to his roommate prior to their earlier encounter. Normally, this smell always made the elder feel calm, but now it was a reminder of the fact that…
“Fuck!” He shouted, leaping from his bed, and taking in a ragged breath. The events prior to him blacking out were quickly rushing back to him. Finding the pills, the pheromones, the smell. Oh, God, the smell. Slick gushed out of the omega as he thought about that smell, drowning in a sea of hot leaves on a humid afternoon.
Yoongi’s body quaked and only then did he realize the alpha sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, watching the omega, crimson rings burning around his irises, with a look that seemed as if he might destroy him at any moment.
“W-What are you doing in my room?” The omega stammered out, a strong determined look on his face, despite the way his body ached all over.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Jimin spoke quietly, keeping his place in the chair as he watched the other intently. He looked calm and collected while still somehow seeming dangerous and it made Yoongi’s skin prickle.
The older had really never hated being an omega so much as he did in that very moment. How was a fucking wolf turning him on? Interspecies relations? Disgusting. And there he was, leaking all over himself.
“Get out.” The omega managed weakly, hands moving to clutch at the bedside table behind him, knees knocking together in an attempt to stop the secretions from dripping down his thighs.
“Are you sure you want me to get out?” Only then did the alpha rise to his feet, eyes glowing in a portrayal of heightened emotions himself, “I only want to help. And I’ll tell you everything.”
A low wail came from Yoongi as the alpha approached, his inner turmoil written over every inch of his face, “You’re a w-wolf.” He managed, fighting back the pain in his body from taking over.
“Not by choice.”
And something about those three little words seemed to break the dam inside of Yoongi, a loud moan coming from deep within the small boy as he gripped the furniture tightly and leaned back against it. His eyes burned a bright silvery blue, meeting the others that seemed to be boring into him.
He couldn’t even stop it if he had tried, “A-alpha.” The pained whimper laced with need and desire, begging for the other to come closer. The rational part of Yoongi had completely abandoned him, and the omega was determined to be satiated. Craning his neck to the side, he bared it for the younger and within an instant, Jimin was there, nose running along the swollen gland releasing that glorious smell of flowers after the first rain.
There was absolutely no fight left in the omega, his pain was far too present and this yearning he had never had to fight before was impossible to ignore.
Another moan fell from the slightly parted lips, head lulling to the side as he let the younger completely overtake him. He could feel his breath against his skin, waking up every nerve in his body, his hands pushing up his shirt to touch over the peaked flesh, burning hot to the touch. There was nothing his omega wanted more in that moment than to be entirely consumed by this predator, devoured until there was nothing left.
“Oh, Alpha,” Yoongi yowled, lifting his arms without any resistance when the other had begun to remove his top. The way Jimin’s fingers flitted over his skin, so delicate and direct in how they disrobed him, was adding fuel to a fire that there was only going to be one way to put out.
Even the fact that they weren’t the same species had long since left his mind and all that was there was pure animal instinct. The need to be taken, mentally and bodily.
While there was a part in the back of Jimin’s mind that knew he should be stopping this, his alpha had other ideas. It was the first time in months that he had not taken his suppressants and the beast inside was not ready to be tamed. Certainly not when the most beautiful creature it had ever seen was calling for him. His alpha.
Before either of them knew it, they were stripped down to just their briefs and Yoongi was pushing his off, perching himself on the bed table and knocking off the lamp and few trinkets sat there. With his back pressed against the wall, his legs parted, fingers running down the front of his damp skin as he touched himself.
Jimin took this moment to take in the site in front of him: tousled mint hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, the pink color tinging almost every inch of his skin. Had it been another time, he would have loved to really bask in the beauty that was the omega in front of him, however his inner wolf was howling, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Hyung, you’re so beautiful,” The alpha said, moving himself between the fleshy thighs, pressing the front of his briefs up against him and grinding. He wasn’t sure if it was the movement or the compliment, but Yoongi moaned loudly, head falling back against the wall as needy hand’s clutched at the alphas defined chest. Were the other’s nails sharper than they had been?
Looking down at himself, Jimin saw the distinct red lines dragged across his skin, a cat scratch. He had no idea why, but it made his already stiff cock twitch at the sight of the blood that had almost been drawn.
Then there was the distinct difference of the slick that a canine omega seemed to secrete and what was currently oozing out of Yoongi. He could tell as it saturated the front of his briefs, grinding into the spread legs again and again. It was definitely a bit more liquid and there seemed to be a whole lot more of it and the smell of it, like fresh caught salmon, had his mouth watering.
In all the time he had been hiding under the guise of a beta feline, he had never even been attracted to one, much less this close to one upon its heat cycle. Yoongi was a completely different story. He had been attracted to Yoongi the moment he had stepped into their shared dorm room and seen him. Now here he was, spread open just for him, Jimin couldn’t help himself.
Grabbing onto the damp material still clinging around him, Jimin tugged it down and let the raging erection spring free, smacking against his stomach. He too, was leaking, though the precum wasn’t making nearly as much of a mess as the juices trickling from the omega and pooling on the edge of the table he sat upon before dripping to the floor.
“Please.” The feline pleaded, grabbing, and gripping at his own skin in an attempt to satiate the desire ripping through his body, arching forward in the most enticing way, “Please alpha.”
The begging was too much, the whole moment was too much.
“Okay let me… shit.” Jimin groaned, his hand going to stroke along his shaft, biting into his lip, “Yoonie, I need you to listen to me. I don’t have condoms.”
The brown eyes began to well up, filling with unshed tears as he trembled, “Please. Please I just… I need it. Pretty please, alpha.”
The man was crumbling, every last ounce of himself succumbing to the omega that was shredding him apart inside.
Then a sound came out of Yoongi that Jimin had never heard before, at least not so up close and personal. It was low, guttural, like a yowl mixed with a purr, his throat vibrating and causing the predator inside of the younger to attack.
There was no more will left inside of the alpha, the last string had been cut and it was all he could do from mauling the helpless creature in front of him.
Lips crashed against Yoongi’s scent gland, pressing harshly to the pale skin and sucking, tongue massaging as Jimin could almost taste the honeysuckle. His hands gripped at the others hips, pulling him to the edge of the furniture, his thick cock immediately grinding against the wet crease between the omega’s legs.
Had he been in his right mind, he might have hoped that Yoongi wouldn’t be angry later when he realized 1) they fucked and 2) they fucked without a condom. That was something future Jimin was going to have to deal with.
One hand moved down between the other’s legs, fingers rubbing at the damp flesh beneath his balls, sliding down further and further until they were exactly where Yoongi wanted them. The boys back arched a bit more, eyes falling shut and another wanton cry coming from deep within him, more of his juices leaking out all over the fingers playing with him.
It was all almost too much to take. No, it was definitely too much to take. The elder reached down, grabbing Jimin’s wrist and pushing the two fingers inside of himself with no hesitation. He then proceeded to guide the alphas wrist, pushing and pulling the digits in and out.
The dumbfounded look on Jimin’s face was all too apparent, never in his life had he been with an omega that took matters into his own hands (literally) like that. Looking down, he watched his fingers being used to pleasure the other, almost feeling detached from them while the squelching noises grew and so did the ones falling from Yoongi’s lips.
After another few moments, the alpha managed to snap out of it, leaning over the others body as his free hand steadied himself on the edge of the creaking wood beneath Jimin. That’s when he began to push his own fingers in harshly, wrist snapping and arm pumping to shove them hard and fast inside of the tight wet hole.
“Oh, how’s that? Is that better?” Jimin cooed into the mint-haired boy’s ear, though he doubted the other could hear him over his wails. The nightstand smacked against the wall, Yoongi’s whole body shaking with the impact of each thrust of his fingers hard and deep.
It wasn’t long before the omega’s body began to shake violently and he came, hard. All over his own stomach, reaching up as far as his neck, not even having touched himself. His body was buzzing and the fingers that were now slowing still hadn’t satiated the need.
“Fuck me, alpha. Please. I need it so bad.” Yoongi’s voice was small, not much above a whisper, but Jimin heard him all too clear, as if he had been right in his ear. Who was he to deny such a helpless animal?
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, looking at the slick that covered nearly every inch of his hand, licking it heartly and finally letting out a moan of his own. Delicious. Just as good as it smelled, if not better.
All it took was that taste and once more, the alpha reared its head, Jimin grabbing the others slight hips and giving little lead up to his dick ramming into the fucked open hole.
“Holy…” The warmth that engulfed him was heavenly. The tight walls clung to every ridge in his cock as if it was made to be inside of the omega. And the wetness. Fuck, the wetness could make him cum right then and there. He was no two pump chump though. No, he was going to fuck the needy right out of Yoongi.
Anchoring one hand against the wall behind the omega while the other kept its grip on the nightstand, he began to buck his hips, thrusting hard and fast, practically jack hammering into the waiting body. Yoongi’s legs spread wider, one going to rest against the bed beside them and the other shaking and waving in mid air with every impact on his body.
Rolling his head back, Yoongi wailed again and anyone who might overhear would probably assume the boy was being murdered. His cries were constant, though his eyes were glazed and it was clear that he was so far into ecstasy that he wasn’t even aware anymore.
That didn’t stop Jimin though, he fucked harder and faster, hips slamming against the others thighs, the sounds of the wet skin echoing through the bedroom. Every thrust jolted the pliant body, ripping another noise from those beautiful, soft, pink lips. He couldn’t help it. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to the omega’s swallowing them with his own in a rough kiss.
The moans didn’t stop, if at all possible, they got louder into the alpha’s mouth, as if coaxing him to give him more. Whatever he had, Yoongi wanted it all. Whatever he could muster, Yoongi was going to tear it out of him.
Then there was teeth, very sharp teeth, much sharper than any canine, digging into his bottom lip and the next was the taste of the acrid blood. Everything was getting too much. Too hot.
Slipping his arms under the spread legs, Jimin scooped Yoongi off the table and turned to place him onto the bed, “Enough!” He commanded in that tone. That fucking tone.
The alpha felt the others walls contract around him, practically pulsating as even more slick gushed around him, and he slammed inside as far as he could, the wetness splashing out of the omega.
“Biting me. Scratching me. Am I going to have to tie you up?” The Alpha tone was gone but there was still a gruffness behind the otherwise sweet voice of the previously labeled beta. He was no beta now.
His strong alpha musk filled every inch of the room, his eyes glowing from the wolf inside of him growing stronger, “Now knock it off.”
Pinning the others hands to the bed with the strength he gained from his wolf, he rolled his hips forward, rocking deep into the tightness. His movements started slow but before long, he was slamming into the omega once more, creating those same reckless cries that seemed even more helpless now. With his wrists held to the mattress and Jimin keeping his body in a standing position, Yoongi somehow still felt empty, the need to be consumed not being met.
“Alpha, please. Need you.” Through the moans, the omega’s eyes welled once more, bottom lip trembling into a pout, “P-PLEASE” he cried another thrust right against his prostate, making his hole gush even more.
“No scratching.” The alpha mumbled, letting go of Yoongi’s arms and leaning down, attaching their lips again and beginning a targeted assault right on that magic spot inside of the boy. Moving his arms, he caged the other in, keeping him as steady as possible while he slammed into him.
Yoongi’s next climax came quickly, that same yowl breathed into Jimin’s mouth as he released for a second time between their bodies, shaking uncontrollably.
The way that the walls clenched around Jimin made his brain hurt, head hanging and eyes squeezing shut, moving to pull out, “Fuck, fuck. Hyung, let go.” He mumbled as he tried to pull out but Yoongi’s thighs only snapped shut, tightening around the others torso, “I’m gonna.. fuck.”
“Fill me up. I need it.” Yoongi pleaded and all Jimin could do was shake his head as he tried to pull up.
“Hyung no, ugh FUCK” Jimin clenched around the throbbing cock, legs tight against the body above him as he rolled down and coaxed the others release.
“Jiminieeee” The boy purred, feeling as the warmth of the others cum began to spray inside of him mixing with the slick and creating an even more delightful amount escaping from inside of him and then… “Gasp!” A loud intake of air as Yoongi’s eyes popped open, “W-wha?”
“Yoongi, let me go. I’m going to hurt you, it’s my knot.” He was struggling to pull out of the other before he swelled too far.
The omega’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, head dipping back into the mattress and eyes rolling into his skull, “oh my gooooood.”
Wait, was that? Was Yoongi enjoying this?
“Ohhhhhhh!” Yoongi moaned deeply. Oh yes, that was definitely a sound of pleasure and at that, Jimin couldn’t stop his knot from swelling and filling the omega, locking them into place.
His eyes fluttered, collapsing as his head crashed into the others shoulder, the body beneath him rocking and cooing around the inflated lump inside of it.
“Oh my god. Jimin-uh. I-I’ve never felt anything like this. It feels so good. I feel so good. So full.” The purring coming from the omega was almost constant, as if he was the happiest kitten in the world, nuzzling into the alphas neck and scenting him.
Jimin’s head was spinning. Rarely did an omega even want you to knot them, and here was this beautiful boy practically falling to pieces over it, “Y-you’ve never been knotted?”
“Cats don’t have knots. Silly.” Yoongi muttered against the skin, preening, and fully satisfied at that exact moment.
The kisses on his neck grew less and less until the breathing softened and sure enough, Yoongi was fast asleep.
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This time, as Yoongi woke up, it was with a pleased glassy look in his eyes. The body weighting him down was pressed tightly against him, still tucked between his thighs and soft cock buried inside of him.
Taking in the moment for a few seconds, Yoongi panicked very briefly, though he wasn’t sure what for. It was obvious Jimin meant him no harm. In fact, quite the opposite. Jimin had helped him in his time of need and had taken such good care of him. Fed the animal that was begging to be nourished and it would appear even laid him out comfortably afterwards. Not only that, but it was probably the two best orgasms the boy had ever had in his life.
And that knot? It made Yoongi’s skin prickle just thinking about it. He had never thought about the differences in a feline and canine alpha, at least not enough to really understand them. Where alpha’s of his own species would climax and it would feel like your insides were being stabbed by needles, it appeared the soft swell of the base on Jimin’s was much more to his liking. In fact, it had to be one of the most incredible things he had ever felt in his life.
As all these thoughts roamed through his head, the man on top of him began to stir. He was thankful that for the moment, his omega seemed satisfied, and he could hopefully talk to Jimin. Find out why he did what he did. If this was the same Jimin he knew for the past month and a half, there had to be a good reason.
“Mmm hi.” The groggy alpha spoke through dry lips, moistening them with his tongue and moving to rest his chin against the others chest. Jimin moved slightly beneath him and his eyes widened, realizing he hadn’t pulled out of the other, “Oh god, I’m sorry..” He fidgeted slightly, moving to get off the omega.
“No, please. Don’t move. I feel so good right now. I don’t want to possibly get worked up.” Yoongi’s voice was soft and sweet, his eyes looking at Jimin like they had before he found out about him, “Can we talk?”
Taking in a big breath, Jimin groaned and dropped his face into the bony chest beneath him, settling between the thighs around him and nodding, “Yeah, okay. It’s only fair.”
“You want to tell me why you were pretending to be a cat?”
It was a long story, one Jimin didn’t think he would ever tell anyone. Yet here he was.
“You sure you want me like this while I tell you? What if you hate me?”
“I already hate you, but my omega likes you. So, stay, pup.” Smirking, Yoongi patted the others head, laying back against the pillows that been so carefully placed beneath them, “Go on.”
With a sigh, Jimin began, “It all started when I was an actual pup.” Shooting the older a look, he gave a brief smile before continuing, “I was a runt. Much smaller than any of my siblings. Every single one of us is an alpha. Which is great, sort of. But it didn’t matter that I presented as an alpha to them, I didn’t look the part of an alpha. I was much too small and slight as far as they were concerned. I make that sound bad… they all love me very much. But you know, sibling teasing and stuff.”
Yoongi was already frowning, watching the others face as he recalled back old memories, “That must have been hard. It wasn’t your fault.”
With a sad shrug, Jimin continued, “Of course, that thought process is the standard in all of wolf culture. An alpha is large and strapping, not like me. So, my entire life, I was the butt end of all the jokes. Wolves are fucking… vicious. But cats, cats have always been nice to me. Probably because they took pity on me.” There was a slight laugh, though it didn’t reach the man’s eyes.
“I was always friends with cats growing up. They didn’t expect me to be anything I wasn’t. they didn’t make me feel bad for what I couldn’t control.
“Anyways, when it came time to apply for university, I didn’t want to just continue with my life the way it was and a lot of the best schools for architecture are all canine schools, except this one.”
Jimin hung his head, looking somewhat ashamed, though Yoongi wasn’t sure it was because of what he ended up doing or because he got caught doing it.
“So… I decided, since I had already spent so much time with cats, I would be able to come to an all-feline college and not have to worry about the stigma of being a runty alpha. I wanted to be able to focus fully on my studies. My brother, he’s a doctor, prescribed me the suppressants.”
“Why the pheromones?” The question just blurted out before Yoongi could stop it, though he was curious.
“I just didn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable around me for any reason. My brother said that the pheromones would help me fit in better and cover up more of my scent and would put others at ease. I never meant for anyone to find out. I never meant for it to hurt anyone, especially you.”
There was a pregnant pause in the air, Yoongi mulling over the others words, giving a tiny nod of his head, “I wish you hadn’t lied to me but, I understand why you had to and… I-I’ve never been very nice to your kind in the past. I probably would have reported you immediately.” The frown was back as he breathed in and out softly.
The alpha’s eyes widened at him being reported, he couldn’t get kicked out of school, “Yoongi. Hyung, Yoongiuh please. Please don’t te-“
The omega cut the other off, pressing their mouths together gently and shaking his head, “I wouldn’t dare.” Speaking against the others shaking lips he sighed, “I like you too much,”
“Even though I’m a dog?” Jimin’s tongue lulled out of his mouth, panting, and licking up the side of the other’s cheek.
“Yuck! Okay! First rule. Cat’s don’t like to get wet.”
“Really?” Jimin’s ears perked up as his head cocked to the side. Snaking an arm under the blanket, he moved it between the spread thighs, pushing up the inside of them and landing at the rim still spread out around his cock.
Yoongi moaned and jolted some, slick dribbling from the stretched orifice.
“Could have fooled me.” The alpha growled, a smirk spreading across his lips as Yoongi reached around grabbing onto the thick black hair and tugged him forward, crashing their lips together.
“Mmm just shut up and take care of me. Alpha.” The sweet saccharin of his voice drilled into the younger’s ears, reaching the beast within, and stirring him from his slumber.
“I’m going to tear you apart.”
“Good.”