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The sound of cicadas crying in the trees fills Jimin’s ears as he waits patiently in the Alpha King’s personal quarters. He twirls the hand fan in his grasp nervously in his lap as he sits on a floor cushion, marveling at the beauty that is the king of Joseon’s sitting room. The silk floor cushions inside of the room are of the highest quality in the nation, each piece of artwork lining the room from the best craftsmen in Joseon. For a long time, he waits with sweat slowly beading on the back of his neck with the hot summer air. It drips down his skin as he waits, fingers twitching and circling around the fan.
For a long time, Jimin can only listen to the sound of the cicadas. All of a sudden, as a bead of sweat rolls down Jimin’s back, a great burst of commotion comes from the front of the Alpha King’s personal quarters. The sound calls Jimin to full attention immediately, straightening his back up as he takes in a deep breath and reminds himself how to greet the most powerful man in Joseon. He places the hand fan on the table before him as he braces himself. The sound of socked footsteps lead up to the sitting room in the king’s personal quarters as Jimin reminds himself not to ruin his only chance.
Jimin bows low, back arched at a perfect angle, with his fingers pressed tightly together and hands forming a beautiful triangle, forehead pressed to the floor to show his reverence. “I humbly greet you, your most imperial highness.”
Yoongi walks through the door, breathing heavily for a moment as he assesses the omega before him. He walks over to the table that Jimin is sitting at, instructing politely, “You may rise. You don’t need to be so humble before me.”
Jimin does as instructed, rising to sit up straight as he turns to the table. Yoongi takes a seat at the table without any ceremony, dipping down to land his butt straight on the floor, legs splayed out comfortably and casually. Jimin tightens his calf muscles to try and remain as politely poised as possible. A lead alpha servant brings in a pot of cold tea and places it on the table for them both before bowing deeply and excusing himself from the room. Despite its freshness, condensation is already pearling along the edge of the fine, beautiful blue ceramic with a few droplets collecting on the saucer. “You wished for me to serve you tea this afternoon, your most imperial highness?”
Yoongi waves his remaining four servants off. “Return in an hour. I won’t need you until then.” The servants, all betas, bow deeply before they dismiss themselves without a single word. When the door to the sitting room is closed, Yoongi unties the sash around his waist and allows himself to breathe a bit more in his dark, heavy hanbok. “So, you are the fan dancer from the festival the other night? I was surprised to see a new face with such a majestic dance.”
Jimin casts his eyes downward towards the table, purposely putting on a demure act as he tries to look both submissive and alluring. “I am,” Jimin assures. Jimin gently tugs back the pink sleeve of his hanbok as he reaches forward, trying to seem as though he is simply pulling it out of the way. Still, the sharp breath that the king takes tells Jimin he’s managed to show just enough skin to be seductive. He takes the teapot into hand, grateful that he picks up the pot without so much as a clink of the ceramic. His recent trainings from the etiquette trainers have not gone to waste. “I am Park Jimin from the city of Busan in the far southeast. My alpha father is Park Jiseok, one of the government officials in Busan most loyal to the Min family.”
Yoongi watches with held breath as Jimin gently tugs his sleeve back just the slightest bit more while he pours the tea for the king. He takes the cup once it’s full and brings it to his lips, sipping at the cool beverage. “You are quite a natural at dancing,” the king notes as he sets his cup down, “Have you trained at the palace for a long time?”
“I came to the palace about four years ago,” Jimin explains, “I have been in training since then in both dance, various arts, and the skill of royal etiquette.”
“Your trainers must be very pleased to have such a talented student such as yourself,” Yoongi says. He takes the tea cup and downs the rest of it greedily. Jimin hurries to take the tea pot into hand again, this time boldly revealing a bit of his forearm as he pours the second cup for the king. “You have a very special aura about you when you dance.”
Jimin gives a polite bow in acknowledgement as he places the pot on the saucer again. “To hear such a compliment from yourself, your most imperial majesty, is a dream in itself.” He blinks softly for a moment, feeling as the king’s gaze eagerly takes him. Then, he cracks a gentle smile, one that toes the line between innocent and seductive, carefully dragging his gaze up to the king’s eyes. With a half-lidded gaze, Jimin proposes, “Would you like a private dance, your most imperial majesty?”
Yoongi curses beneath his breath as Jimin scoots back from the tea table to rise to his feet, taking his fan into hand again. While Jimin might not have a rhythm to dance to, he doesn’t spare any effort in his movements. He snaps the fan open and shut in rhythm, twirling his body in a way that elongates his neck, exposing his scent gland blatantly for the king’s gaze. The king’s quarters are vast enough that he has enough room to give a decent performance even without moving any furniture, as long as he pays attention to his limbs and their angles. While Jimin puts his heart and soul into the private dance, it’s not long until he finds himself growing bold with the way that Yoongi stares at him as though he’s made of jewels.
To finish off the grand performance, Jimin gently reaches forward, dragging the very tip of his fan down the center of Yoongi’s sternum, stopping just above the king’s navel. With the music in his head cutting out, Jimin stands in his final pose, chest heaving slightly from the exertion. A bit of sweat beads along his forehead that he hurriedly wicks away with the beautiful pink hanbok sleeve.
Yoongi takes the tea cup into hand and downs it entirely again before Jimin reaches forward to fill it again. This time, Jimin can feel the way that the king stares hungrily at his skin as he shows the intimate underside of his wrist. “Are you pure?” Yoongi asks suddenly, the meaning behind the words sharp.
Jimin casts his eyes downward again, acting shy and coy as though he hadn’t been revealing so much skin moments ago. With a gentle tuck of a lock of silver hair behind his ear, Jimin looks up, gaze filtered through his eyelashes, “My flower is still intact.” Jimin doesn’t miss the way that Yoongi takes a sharp breath in through his nose at the fact, nor the way that the king’s strong, mountainous scent grows thick in the confines of his chambers.
“If that is true,” Yoongi begins as he takes the last bit of tea, savoring the coolness on his tongue, “then you will not object to a thorough examination by the royal physicians to be sure.” Jimin swallows hard as he nods in understanding, a strike of paranoia flooding through his body though he knows himself to be honest. “I would like to take you as my concubine, starting tonight,” Yoongi says, “What do you say?”
Jimin bites down on his bottom lip to stop the smile from spreading across his face too eagerly. When he’d been told of the king’s request for Jimin to serve him tea, he hadn’t quite expected becoming a concubine to quite so easy. He’d planned in his head over and over how he would slowly break the king down, how he’d show off little bits of his skin and make sly comments guiding the king just into the direction that Jimin wanted. For it to be so easily thrust into his lap like this tells him all that he needs to know about the benevolent, fair king. “I would be honored beyond words, your most imperial majesty.”
“I will call for the royal physician immediately,” Yoongi announces as he takes the rest of his tea. “You will be moved from the dancer quarters and given a room in the concubine quarters immediately. Should you pass your physical examination, I will take your flower tonight.”
Jimin nods in understanding as he tries to keep his head in the moment. Certainly, his original plan had been much more drawn out, but this is ideal in a completely different way. He won’t have to deal with the jealous glances from his fellow dancers any longer, won’t have to strain himself to keep up with rigorous lessons and endless classes on the various art skills a noble omega should have. He knows that he will pass his physical examination easily as his alpha father had always kept him carefully tucked away from the world even during his worst heats. Countless other omegas would greedily jump on the opportunity to spend the night with the king, their jaws slack and drooling at the mere idea of the land afforded to omegas who bore the king a child. Jimin has to remind himself not to preen so eagerly in front of the king, lest his chance taken away. “I understand, your most imperial majesty.”
“When we are together, you may call me hyung and use informal speech,” Yoongi informs casually, Jimin biting down hard on his tongue at the mere idea of speaking informally to the king. Perhaps he’d expected such a thing when he’d dreamed about climbing the ranks in his bunk in the dancers’ quarters, but to be told so aloud turns him mute with shock. “I don’t want to hear such formalities when you are bare beneath me.”
Jimin nods obediently as the king leans back to shout, “Namjoon-ah!” The lead alpha servant who’d been stationed just outside of the king’s chambers pokes his head in. “Call for the royal physician. I would like to have Jimin given a physical examination to check his worthiness for becoming a royal concubine. Jimin also needs a beta servant to care for him; find someone suitable for him.”
Namjoon, a tall alpha with a handsome face and kind eyes, nods as he hurries off to relay the messages to some lower ranked servant outside of the king’s personal chambers. “I can’t wait to see more than just your wrists this evening,” Yoongi breathes out informally, voice reverent.
Jimin is pulled into the royal physician’s quarters where he’s stripped down to prove his innocence. Once the physician deems him still intact, Jimin is hurriedly whisked away to be made presentable for the king. His new servant, a beta named Jungkook, helps him bathe and prepare to be dressed for the king. “This soap will help to enhance your natural scent,” Jungkook instructs as Jimin lathers the suds onto his skin before taking the ladle full of cold water and splashing it over himself to wash away the bubbles. In the sticky, oppressive heat of Joseon in the dead of summer, it’s actually refreshing. The scent of lilies and jasmine fill the air as if Jimin were on the verge of heat. “Even I can smell you, with my beta nose,” Jungkook informs as Jimin takes a towel and wicks away the majority of moisture from his skin. “The king will be pleased.”
Jimin nods as he is dressed in a thin, under hanbok made with the most delicate pink silk. He is given an outer hanbok similar to the one he’d worn earlier with the king, though the ornate layers meant for an omega’s modesty are removed. As the cicadas slow their cries and the crickets begin to sing in the fields beyond the palace walls, Jimin walks to the king’s private quarters once again. He wears only the thin undergarment and a singular top layer for decency, both of which will be easily removed by the king. A little after the evening bell has rung out across the vast lands of the palace, Jimin enters the king’s chambers.
Yoongi sits in his bedroom, dressed down from his fineries earlier this afternoon. Instead of the ornate topknot that he usually wears with pieces of gold and jade studded with bright jewels, his hair cascades down his shoulders. The black hanbok with beautifully stitched dragons made with golden thread has been removed, leaving the king in only his white undergarments. Before him at his personal desk sits a great number of scrolls and books to work on. When Jimin is formally introduced by Namjoon, Yoongi looks up from the parchment paper, setting his brush tip off to the side. “Let him enter and leave us for the rest of the night,” Yoongi barks out, “I mean it, Namjoon-ah.”
Namjoon gives a deep bow as he backs away to excuse himself down the hall towards the entrance of the king’s quarters. Jimin, on the other hand, waits obediently just beyond the threshold that is the king’s bedroom. “You may enter,” Yoongi allows with a wave of his hand, “Do you want some cold tea?” Jimin enters the bedroom on his knees, closing the door shut before dropping down to give Yoongi a deep bow.
“I would be honored to serve you tea, your most imperial majesty,” Jimin says as he rises from his position.
Yoongi, however, shakes his head dismissively. “I offered you tea.” As if to emphasize his meaning, he reaches forward to take the teapot with his hands and lifts it from the base.
“I can do it-!” Jimin exclaims before Yoongi begins pouring two cups of cold tea for them both. Jimin makes his way over to the desk where the scrolls and books lay scattered about. He takes the cup of tea politely as he sits next to the king, throat dry at the mere thought of the king serving him tea. Never in his wildest dreams could he have expected for such an important person to serve him. Something about it makes pride bristle at the back of his spine. “I am truly honored, your-”
“I said call me hyung,” Yoongi reminds as he takes his own cup and brings the rim to his lips. He runs his eyes down Jimin’s body eagerly, biting at his bottom lip as he swallows his tea, “I can’t wait to take your virginity. You smell divine.”
Jimin feels a bright blush break out on his cheeks, burying his face in his cup as he takes small, polite sips. “I am unskilled,” Jimin reminds, “but I will try my best to be pleasing.”
“I look forward to teaching you everything, then,” Yoongi promises, “Has anyone told you the expectations you have as a royal concubine?” Jimin shakes his head simply. “As a royal concubine, you are expected to take good care of your health above all else.” Jimin gives a nod in understanding. “I have three other concubines as well, though as the newest, you are ranked fourth. However, you still have the chance to surpass the others.”
Jimin nods slowly, mind churning to the brim with possibilities of how he can garner more in the palace. “How, hyung?”
“By bearing me an alpha child,” Yoongi informs as his eyes flicker down to Jimin’s stomach, “The first concubine to birth an alpha child to continue my bloodline will become my Omega King. The other concubines have all borne me children, but all have been omega children.” Jimin takes in a deep breath through his nose as he imagines such a future where he might one day wear the Omega King crown beside Yoongi. A future that is truly in his grasp if he plays his cards correctly.
“I understand,” Jimin says as he sips his tea, slowly trying to flood the room with his enticing scent. A few brushes of Jimin’s hand as he tries to expose his scent gland and its pungency and Yoongi’s breath starts turning shallow as they finish their tea. “Hyung, will you be gentle?”
Yoongi’s eyes flash with something dark as he eagerly devours Jimin with his sight. “There is no need to worry,” Yoongi promises as they both let their tea cups come to clink against the saucers, “I am a very, very passionate lover.”
Jimin does not expect for a kiss to feel quite so deep and intimate. Yoongi immediately takes Jimin’s jaw into his large hands, using the touch to angle Jimin in just the right way to take all that he wants. He licks eagerly along Jimin’s bottom lip, teeth tugging and pulling until Jimin’s lips fall open, only to feel Yoongi thrust his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. As Jimin slowly begins to melt into the kiss, he feels as the king begins tugging him towards the bed.
Jimin is placed down on the thin comforter as Yoongi takes his time thoroughly exploring all of Jimin’s lips and mouth with his tongue. Beginning to feel bold, Jimin kisses back experimentally, testing if he’s doing this the right way or not. Yet, the way that Yoongi groans deep in his chest at Jimin’s return kiss tells him he must be doing it correctly.
In the midst of learning how to properly kiss the king back, Jimin feels as his hanbok is hastily ripped open, the sash untied and discarded. Yoongi’s hands peel the fabric back, exposing Jimin’s skin to the warm, sticky air. The first brush of a large finger over Jimin’s nipple has him going rigid in surprise, only to gasp into the king’s mouth at how Yoongi pinches and tugs. Jimin feels his body growing hot as Yoongi pleases both of Jimin’s dark nipples, a flood of pleasure washing down his spine.
Jimin’s scent begins to grow heavy as Yoongi pulls away only to begin lavishing intimate kisses all over Jimin’s jaw. After only a few, open-mouthed kisses and bites of the king’s teeth, Jimin can’t help the sharp whimper that escapes his lips when Yoongi begins running the flat of his tongue over Jimin’s sensitive scent gland. Engorged with blood, Jimin’s entire body twitches each time Yoongi gives attention to the scent gland, fingers coming to tangle in the king’s hanbok to ground himself. Jimin bites down on his tongue to try and silence himself, riding out the waves of pleasure with his eyes screwed tight.
“Jimin-ah,” the king instructs, the intimate speech echoing in Jimin’s ears, “Let me hear you.”
Jimin rocks his most intimate parts against the king’s thigh, though he can’t quite remember when he’d ended up in such a position. “I sound strange though.”
“You sound divine,” Yoongi corrects, “I want to hear more of your voice.”
Jimin swallows hard as he tries to keep the request in the forefront of his memory. Yoongi hurriedly returns to his task of sucking and biting along the delicate scent gland, fingers returning to pinch and tug and soothe Jimin’s nipples. A flood of pure ecstasy drowns Jimin as he begins to rock himself harder against the king’s thigh, smearing his slick over the strong muscles. “Hyung, please,” Jimin begs, voice strained and tight, “It feels so good.”
Yoongi chuckles deeply as he slowly makes his way down from Jimin’s neck where a mark will certainly form in the morning. He tugs the rest of Jimin’s hanbok off of his torso, discarding his own top without any special attention. Yoongi begins sucking greedily at Jimin’s nipple, making Jimin cry out without hesitation. While Yoongi’s tongue begins to lave over the nipple, his hand reaches down until he dips them beneath the waistband of Jimin’s sleeping baji, taking Jimin into hand. He starts a quick rhythm that’s meant to coax Jimin to finish, rather than tease him. Jimin’s entire body goes taut at the way Yoongi strokes him, the gentle rocking of Jimin’s slick hole against Yoongi’s thigh making him whine and moan.
Jimin squeezes his eyes tight as he comes, panting desperately as his muscles tense and spasm. He stains the inside of his baji with thin, weak omega come as his body slumps to the bed. He blinks at the ceiling twice before Yoongi pulls away, looking satisfied with himself. Jimin’s thighs twitch with each roll of pleasure that sweeps over his body, sweat rolling down his temple. “Now,” Yoongi says as he sits up onto his knees, untying his own sleeping pants and shucks them off, “My turn.”
Jimin’s mouth nearly falls open in shock at the sheer size of Yoongi’s hard cock. The king is both long and wide, the spot where his knot will form showing just how big he must get. Jimin feels his mouth go dry as Yoongi reaches down to stroke himself, the thickness almost enough that Yoongi’s fingers look small wrapped around it. Jimin can’t even imagine that he’d be able to get his own fingers around the thickness. Yet, as Jimin lays boneless on the mattress, Yoongi walks over on his knees, taking Jimin’s silver locks between his fingers and pulling Jimin’s head into an angled position as he hovers over Jimin on his knees.
Jimin doesn’t know what to do until Yoongi presses the head of his cock against Jimin’s lips, Jimin opening his mouth solely out of instinct. Without missing a beat, Yoongi thrusts hard into Jimin’s mouth, gagging him almost immediately. “Oh fuck,” Yoongi curses as he begins thrusting inside of Jimin’s mouth, his cock heavy on Jimin’s tongue. “You really are divine.”
Jimin doesn’t quite know how to best suck or work his tongue, but he’s heard things in the privacy of his bunk in the dancers’ quarters before. He listened secretly late at night to the more scandalous dancers who didn’t carefully guard their virginity with some vague hope of catching a noble’s eye. His mind flashes back to those moments, hearing how those omegas made alphas melt into their hands.
Jimin lets Yoongi fuck his mouth a few times, gagging and choking on the king’s dick, before he experimentally begins stroking the base with his tongue. The first drag of Jimin’s tongue along the king’s shaft has him letting out a sharp curse, hips snapping hard and choking Jimin again. After a few thrusts against the back of Jimin’s throat, he begins to get into the rhythm of it, ignoring the way that his jaw begins to grow sore at the size in his mouth.
With each tug from Yoongi on his hair, the way that the king pushes himself further and further into Jimin’s mouth, he can feel how his body tries to fight against it. Yet he can’t help the way that each thrust, each choked noise that manages to escape, makes him grow slicker. His cock begins to stir to life again every time that Yoongi grunts and moans at how Jimin gags on his dick. As he feels the king growing choppier in his movements, Jimin can’t help but reach his hand down and begin stroking himself again.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Yoongi compliments as he tugs harshly on Jimin’s hair, forcibly pulling him down as he thrusts in, a loud gag coming from Jimin’s throat. “I’m gonna come.”
Jimin braces himself as best he can, but his body still fights against the way that the bitter seed floods his mouth. He tries to swallow what he can, if only to steal a quick breath, but he can’t help the way that some of his spills out of his mouth. It drips down his chin, collecting on his neck, spilling onto the bed. Yoongi moans as he lets himself go, Jimin’s hand squeezing hard around his own cock pleasurably. Yoongi leans back on his calves as he lets Jimin’s head flop uselessly back on the bed, the evidence of the king’s come all over his face.
Jimin doesn’t think he could speak even if he tried. He pants heavily for a moment, just letting his dizzy mind settle once again. Yet, he barely has time to truly collect himself before Yoongi hastily removes Jimin’s baji, peeling them off and discarding them without care. He doesn’t fight the movement as Yoongi takes Jimin’s thighs into his hand, spreading Jimin’s legs apart and exposing his slick hole.
Jimin’s entire body twitches at the feeling of Yoongi licking over his entrance, a half-coherent moan slipping from his lips as Yoongi eagerly laps up his slick. “You’re going to feel so good around my dick,” Yoongi promises as he licks over Jimin’s hole with his tongue, savoring the taste of Jimin’s slick.
Yoongi moves back only to take Jimin’s legs and loop them around his waist, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock to guide it to Jimin’s entrance. With lazy blinks, half-coherent after such an exhausting session already, Jimin simply lets Yoongi do as he pleases with Jimin’s body. He hovers over Jimin, close enough to feel the king’s body heat without being suffocated. A few rocks of Yoongi’s hips, the pressure against Jimin’s tight hole making something keen needily inside of his gut, and Jimin looks up into Yoongi’s eyes with a needy expression. “Please, hyung, be gentle.”
Jimin bites down on a gasp as Yoongi fills him for the first time, eyes squeezing shut as he feels his body stretch to accommodate. He doesn’t even notice he’s gritting his teeth until Yoongi waits, leaning down to gently press a soft kiss against Jimin’s lips. “Breathe, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says as Jimin lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I will let you savor the feeling of being stretched on my dick.”
With a few steady breaths, Jimin slowly relaxes enough to let his body adjust to being split open. When his muscles feel relaxed enough, he gives a soft nod to Yoongi. The king pushes all of the air out of Jimin’s lungs as he starts thrusting again, gentle at first, just giving Jimin enough to fully adjust. “You’re so wet and tight around my dick,” Yoongi praises into Jimin’s ear, grunting loudly enough that Jimin feels a coil begin to form in his lower belly again, “I can’t believe I get to take your virginity.”
As Yoongi continues to fuck Jimin harshly, hips snapping and drawing high-pitched gasps from Jimin, he feels himself growing closer to the edge. Even as he closes his eyes and tries to fight the tide, he can’t possibly when Yoongi’s cock drags against his inner walls so pleasurably. He feels like he’s drowning as he tries to stave off his orgasm, fingers curling into the king’s flesh as he drags his fingernails up Yoongi’s back. “Please!” Jimin cries out, each thrust making stars dance behind Jimin’s eyelids, “Oh hyung! Please it’s too much! Ah! You feel too good!”
Yoongi doesn’t stop fucking Jimin hard, even as Jimin tumbles helplessly over the edge. He cries out loudly as he comes all over his lower belly, thighs spasming as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through him. As Jimin tries to recover from the orgasm, Yoongi doesn’t slow his thrusts nor the way he rolls his hips pleasurably with each thrust. “Hyung, please!” Jimin begs as his body grows weak from exhaustion.
“I didn’t tell you to come,” Yoongi warns as he picks up just the smallest fraction more of strength with each thrust, making Jimin’s entire body tremble. “So now, I’ll use your body as I see fit.”
Yoongi keeps fucking Jimin until Jimin’s clawing uselessly at the mattress, thrashing softly as the overstimulation quickly begins to take over. Jimin’s body is coated with sweat now, but each time that Yoongi fills him once again, he feels another burst of heat in his bones. Everything begins to become too much, truly driving him mad, as another stretch begins to tug at his entrance. He fights against the sensation at first, only to realize after a blurry moment that it’s Yoongi’s knot growing.
Jimin’s body is beyond exhausted as Yoongi’s knot grows steadily, stretching and tugging on Jimin’s entrance until it all becomes too much to bear. Jimin cries out pitifully as he lets the third orgasm take him over, the overstimulation making his entire body sensitive and jumpy. He doesn’t feel in control of any of his muscles anymore as they rapidly clench and relax, orgasm rolling through him with ferocity.
Just when Jimin thinks that he might be able to finally catch his breath, Yoongi lets out a loud moan right into Jimin’s ear. The sound is so raw and intimate that Jimin whimpers in response, only to feel as Yoongi lets himself go. He spills into Jimin’s belly, cock pulsing with each rope of come that he pumps into Jimin’s body. After only a few moments of feeling every twitch of Yoongi’s cock deep inside of him, Jimin feels his belly beginning to stretch to accommodate the load.
Jimin couldn’t even lift his head if he tried. All of his strength is completely gone now, eyes glassy and far away as he lets the bliss finally settle into his bones. An all-encompassing satisfaction drapes over Jimin like a warm blanket, letting himself melt back into the bed. Jimin swallows after a long moment, almost used to the sensation of the king’s seed plumping his belly up. “Is it always like this?”
“I told you,” Yoongi says, panting heavily as he wipes sweat from his brow, “I am a very passionate lover.”
“I’ve never known such a heavenly pleasure such as this,” Jimin admits, unable to convince himself to so much as lift his head up a bit, “I thought...”
“You thought it would hurt?” Yoongi questions, voice almost soft compared to their activity only minutes ago. Jimin nods simply. “I take my role as an alpha seriously. I will never let any omega I spend the night with leave unsatisfied.”
Jimin nods as he swallows hard, staring up into the king’s brown eyes. With a gentle brush, Yoongi tucks a strand of silver hair plastered to Jimin’s forehead away. His gaze is so soft as it studies Jimin’s face that it almost scares Jimin. “I see that now,” Jimin says simply, wriggling softly to test the state of the knot. It seems to still be full, but only perhaps for a bit longer. “I hope it was satisfactory for you as well, hyung.”
Yoongi dips down to nip gently at Jimin’s scent gland, making Jimin’s muscles twitch once at the sensitive spot. “You feel so good around my cock, so tight and wet and only mine,” he promises as he leans back. Jimin feels as a droplet of come leaks out of his slick hole. Yoongi quickly chases the shrinking knot with another thrust, pushing more of his seed out of Jimin’s hole. “I’m going to fill you with come over and over tonight. I promise you won’t forget our first time together.”
Jimin digs his fingers into the mattress as Yoongi begins thrusting harder until Jimin is moaning needily beneath him again.