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Sunlight streams into the kitchen as Park Jimin darts around it. He’s in a good mood today, having woken up to the sight of his boyfriend snoring away on his chest. The image replays in his mind, making him chuckle. 

Jimin hums to himself as he whips up breakfast, not noticing the said boyfriend come up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jimin and causing him to giggle.

“Good morning, hyung,” Jimin greets. “Slept well?”

“No,” Yoongi grumbles. “Come back to bed. Why’d you leave?” 

“I got hungry,” Jimin chuckles. “And it’s ten in the morning.”

“This is hardly a time for a lesson on dragon etiquette, babe.” Yoongi grumbles, face nestled into the crook of Jimin’s neck. The younger frowns. 

“There’s an etiquette for getting out of bed?”

A small hum. Jimin raises his eyebrows.

“Care to explain?”

“The omega can’t leave the nest before the alpha,” Yoongi drawls. “You could leave after, or with me.” 

“I’m not an omega.” Jimin reminds him. “I’m human.”

“You’re my omega,” Yoongi’s voice has an edge to it. His arms tighten around jimin. “I’m your alpha.”

“Easy there, alpha,” Jimin pats the man's hand on his belly. “I was just stating facts. And why can’t the omega leave the nest anyway?”

“It’s an old tradition from when dragons used to live in caves, it’s in case there's danger.”

“But there’s no danger now, hyung,” Jimin points out. 

“It’s still tradition.”

Jimin turns off the stove and tries to turn in Yoongi's hold, but the man holds him tightly. “Let me look at you,” he whines. Yoongi obliges. 

“I’m sorry if I disrespected you.”

“It’s fine, I know you didn't mean to.”

“There’s a lot to learn.”

A sleepy hum. “Come back to bed, omega.”

“Shouldn’t omegas be able to carry pups,” Jimin says, allowing himself to be dragged back to the bedroom by Yoongi. “I’m human, I can’t.”

“Of course you can,” " Yoongi says. “Why do you think I don’t come inside you?”

“But…I don’t have a uterus.”

“You don’t need to, my semen will change your body and allow you to host my young. You just need to keep the egg warm.”

Jimin stands, frozen in place. “What?”

Yoongi finally seems to notice that Jimin was shocked. He looks back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Jimin?”

“You–you just said that—” the proper words don’t come out of his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” Yoongi worriedly asks, wrapping around Jimin protectively. “What’s wrong?”

“You just said that I could get…pregnant.’ Jimin rigidly says. “Me, a human man .”

“It’s not exactly what humans go through. Our kind has faced the danger of extinction many times, so we’ve biologically evolved to adapt and reproduce with other species.” Yoongi explains. “You’ll just host the egg until it’s mature enough. It’s not exactly the same as being pregnant.”

It’s still a wild concept. Jimin’s breathing is laboured. 

“Jimin-ah, hey,” the dragon cups his face, resting his forehead on Jimin’s. “I would never have forced a child on you, you know that right? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner, it just escaped my mind.”

Jimin’s eyes close. “You really could’ve told me this before we started dating, Yoongi.”

“I know,” Yoongi sounds apologetic. “I don’t know why I didn’t, but I swear, I wouldn’t have done anything without your consent.”

And it’s true, Jimin knows this. But it’s not Yoongi that he’s worried about really—it’s the fact that his life just turned upside down because he could get pregnant. Or well, host an egg or whatever it is. Still. 

They could have a family. 

Realistically speaking they could have a family through some other option as well—being biologically related doesn’t ultimately sum up to actually being family. 

“Jimin?” Yoongi’s voice grounds him. Jimin shakes his head.

“Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in,” he confesses. 

“Do you want some alone time?”

“No, it’s just that—it’s a big change, you know?” Jimin muses. “Like, you can actually put a baby in me. That’s wild.”

Yoongi freezes. “Jimin-ah…”

“—like, for all the times I’ve thought that I want to get bred I didn’t actually think it would come true—”

“Jimin, you might want to stop unless you want me to mount you and put a baby in you right now.” 

The human giggles, face smushed into the crook of Yoongi’s shoulder. “No wonder you don’t come inside me. I just thought you had a kink of coming all over my back.”

A huff. “I’d much rather fill you up than cum all over you. Even though you do look pretty covered in my cum.”

Jimin inhales a shaky breath. “So does this mean you won’t cum in me, ever ?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I’m not very familiar with human contraception and how effective it is when it comes to having sex with dragons, but we could visit a dragon specialist if you would like?”

“There are dragon specialists?”

Yoongi snorts. “Babe, we do have health issues just as much as you humans.”

Huh. “How has this never come up in the time we dated?”

“I was courting you for a good few months, remember?” Yoongi says. “We didn’t start having sex till a few weeks ago.”

Jimin opens his mouth to reply, but is interrupted by his stomach growling. He pulls away from Yoongi. “Okay, tell you what, I’ll get out of bed after you tomorrow, can we just have breakfast now?” 

Yoongi’s lips quirk up in a smile. 

–

“Jimin, babe, I made an appointment.”

Jimin grumbles into the pillow he’s hugging. 

“Come on, darling you’ve snoozed your alarm thrice.”

More grumbles. He hugs the pillow tighter. 

“I made breakfast as well, you don’t want it to go cold do you?”

The human finally opens his eyes, lips pouty. Yoongi leans down to leave a quick peck against them. “Morning, babe.”

“‘M tired,” Jimin complains. “And sore . And my butt hurts.” 

A gentle kiss on his forehead. “You kinda had it coming, don’t you think? All that talk of getting bred, hm?”

“And yet here I remain, no cum up my ass.”

A pause. “You want kids right now?”

“...okay maybe not.”

“Because if you do, I’m all up for it.”

Oh, it’s definitely too early for this. “I’m still not used to the idea that I can get pregnant,” he says, throwing the blanket aside and climbing down.

“Host an egg.” Yoongi corrects. 

“To-meh-to, to-mah-to,” Jimin walks to the bathroom. “There’s going to be a baby inside me. It’s practically the same thing.”

There’s a bit of a silence as he starts to brush his teeth. 

“I guess it could be equal to human pregnancy,” Yoongi slowly says. “Seeing as you’ll also have to push the egg out.”

Jimin spits out the toothpaste. “ What?!”

“How else would the baby come out?”

“I–I don’t know! What do you mean, push the egg out?”

“You just have to—”

“You want me to push an egg out of my asshole? I can barely take your dick!”

Yoongi blinks. “You take my dick really well actually,” he means it sincerely, and a bit huffily, like he’s offended that Jimin doesn’t think that his dick fits perfectly in Jimin’s hole—but Jimin’s too goddamn close to having a breakdown. 

“Why in the everloving fuck are you so casual about this?!” he screeches. “Pushing a baby out of my asshole is not normal!”

“Jimin, baby, you need to calm down—”

“Oh, don’t tell me what to do you big dumb alpha! It would’ve done me good to know this before we started dating, don't you think?! ”

Yoongi looks cornered. “Um—”

Jimin heaves a huge breath before going back to brushing his teeth. Yoongi remains frozen by the door, all the while Jimin finishes his entire morning routine and pats his face with a towel gently. He then walks out of the bathroom after glaring at the man, pulling out a big oversized shirt and shorts out of the closet. 

Yoongi clears his throat. “You might…want to get ready.”

Jimin raises a questioning eyebrow. Yoongi steps back. “For the appointment,” he almost whispers. “With the doctor.”

“Cancel it.” Jimin pulls on the shirt. “I want to stay in today.”

Yoongi gulps. “Uh, I can’t…”

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

The dragon flinches. “I may have had to pay quite a bit extra to book one today…it’s non-refundable.”

Jimin stands there, unmoving. 

“B–but that’s okay,” Yoongi nods hastily, picking up his phone. “I’ll cancel it. No problem.”

“Are you mad?! ” Jimin screeches as he slaps the man’s forearm. “Don’t waste money, you idiot!”

“But you just said—”

“Let’s go.” Jimin ruffles through his clothes. “ Men, I swear.”

–

The drive to the doctor’s is silent. Yoongi’s left leg won’t stop bouncing.

“Stop that,” Jimin huffs, hand resting on the dragon’s thigh. “You’ll crash us.”

“Sorry.”

A beat of silence. Then Jimin sighs. “I didn’t mean to yell.” 

“No, that was completely reasonable.”

“I could’ve handled it a bit more calmly maybe.”

“Then it wouldn’t be you, would it?”

“ Hey —” Jimin sees the smile on the alpha’s face and bites back the indignant response. Instead—“I do not overreact all the time. Just. Most the time.”

A hum. 

“It’s just really weird, okay? It’s a lot to take in.”

“I know,” Yoongi says. He rests his left hand on top of Jimin’s on his thigh, squeezing it. “I’m also not forcing you into anything. We can just get a solid idea of the whole thing today and come to a decision okay? There’s no rush. And you don’t have to agree to it either, it’s completely up to you.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for that,” Yoongi chuckles. “It’s the bare minimum.”

Jimin looks out of the window. “Maybe I was overreacting because I was kind of excited.”

Yoongi’s hand on his tightens. “Yeah?”

“Like, you know when you’re gay…you can’t exactly have a child, you know? But like, I’m fully aware that being biologically related doesn’t make you a family of course, but still,” Jimin shakes his head. “I could deep dive into that topic…but you get what I mean, right?”

“I suppose,” Yoongi replies. “There are multiple ways even dragons can’t have their own kids. We also have other methods, like considering surrogacy and adoption.”

“Exactly.”

“We also have a lot to exchange in terms of human and dragon lifestyles,” Yoongi muses. “The dragon’s way of life is my norm, it’s why I didn’t bother telling you much, which is dumb, I’m learning now.”

Jimin laughs a little. “Well, I’m the same too. I thought you’d know all about humans.”

The car stops at an all white building. Yoongi looks at him, gaze soft. “We’re all good?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods and blushes when Yoongi lifts his hand to kiss the back of his hand. “You’re such a sap.”

The dragon just grins. “Come on.”

–

The hospital is pristine white and off-putting. Jimin’s never liked hospitals anyway. 

“You’ll be fine. We’re just going to get an opinion anyway, don’t worry,” Yoongi whispers in his ear. 

Was Jimin’s anxiety that visible?

“Min Yoongi?”

“Here,” Yoongi answers, standing up and offering a hand to Jimin. They walk into the room the nurse gestures to, Jimin first. 

The doctor smiles up at them. “Hello, my name is Doctor Kim Seokjin. What can I help you with?”

Jimin looks at Yoongi, lost. 

“Uh well,” Yoongi purses his lips. “We’d like a rundown on how…breeding would work between a dragon and a human?”

The doctor raises an eyebrow. “You want a biology lesson?”

“Yes, please,” Jimin pipes in. “And leave nothing out actually.”

“So who’s the dragon here?” Seokjin nods when Yoongi gestures at himself. “Subgender?”

“Alpha.”

“Right, so it’s pretty simple. He’ll impregnate you—” he gestures at Jimin. “-–with an egg, and also hormones, that will help your body host the egg. The period of hosting is around 4-5 months, and during the end period, you’ll be getting contractions, much like human pregnancy. Labour is usually not as taxing though. What’s your gender?”

“Male.”

“Right, so, a bit more difficult than it would be for a human female, but nothing to worry about. You could even get a c-section, if you want. It’s usually advised for the mates to copulate more to help ease the delivery. Afterwards the egg is usually incubated and allowed to hatch.”

Jimin blinks. “Wow.”

Yoongi squeezes his hand. “You don’t need to do it.”

“There’s an entire thing about lactating as well.”

“Dragons drink milk?” Jimin questions, surprised.

“Of course, we’re part human after all,” Seokjin says. “You could always do formulas, there’s brands especially catered towards specific hybrids. But you could always induce lactation for yourself as well.

“Since you’re male, your areolas need to be stimulated, which can be done by suckling on them for at least half an hour each day till labour.”

“I see.”

“Are you hoping to start a family soon?” the doctor's voice is gentle. Yoongi and Jimin both jump, flustered. 

“No! N–not any time soon,” the human laughs nervously. “Just…weighing the options, I suppose.”

“If you do choose to, we’re always here to help in every step of the way,” Seokjin softly says. “But of course, there’s more options out there for starting a family as well. Don’t let this decision weigh you down.”

—

“Jimin-ah?” 

A sleepy hum. Yoongi looks at his omega, all curled up on the sofa, so sweet and pretty. 

“I have a small request.”

Jimin peeks at him. Yoongi wants to devour him. “What?”

“Cockwarm me.”

Jimin’s eyes widen a fraction, cheeks reddening. “N–now?”

“The sooner the better,” Yoongi shrugs. “Need to feel you.”

“Is this what you meant by being clingy when your rut comes?” Jimin teasingly says, sitting up. He makes grabby hands at Yoongi. The alpha sits down on the sofa, pulling the human onto his lap. 

“More like, I’m trying to get my fill of you before the rut hits.”

Jimin pouts. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me spend it with you. 3 days of sex doesn’t seem bad.”

“It’s not just sex, Jimin,” Yoongi grumbles into the skin of Jimin’s neck. “The rut is when I’m most in touch with my dragon side. I won’t be able to think straight and I could hurt you.”

“You could never think straight,” Jimin comments. “You’re gay.”

“Oh my god, Jimin.”

Jimin giggles. “But come on, how bad can it be? Rough sex is on my bucket list.”

“It’s just hard for a human to handle, babe. You’re not biologically made to take a dick gazillion times in the span of 72 hours.”

An indignant huff. “I could. You just don’t know it yet because you won’t try it.” 

“Let’s not test your limits.”

“But what if I want to?”

“Jimin.” A warning. Yoongi’s not having it—bites Jimin’s neck, almost as if he’s reprimanding him. “A no is a no.”

“You’re so boring .”

“If boring sums up to not wanting to hurt you then yes, Jimin. I’m very boring. In fact, I might just be the most boring man to walk on earth. Ever .”

Jimin smacks his chest. “You’re so annoying.”

“Lovely. What else?”

“I’m not having your dick up my ass if you’re going to be like this.”

“Awh, no, babe, Yoongi jr. is cold.”

Jimin looks down and cups Yoongi jr tenderly—the best he can through the denim material— and croons at it, “I’m sorry baby, daddy’s being annoying.”

Jimin looks up, expecting Yoongi to be laughing but instead the man’s pupils are blown out, making him look feral. His hands on Jimin’s waist have tightened significantly. 

“Um, Yoongi?” the man’s breathing loudly through his nose. There’s only one possible reason . “Do you have…a daddy kink?”

Yoongi blinks. “What?”

“A daddy kink.”

“Oh,” the alpha clears his throat. “Uh, no I don’t?”

“Don’t lie to me, Min Yoongi” Jimin deadpans. “You looked like you were about to combust.”

“Oh uh,” Yoongi stills. “Sure. Yeah. A daddy kink.”

Oh, now it’s definitely not that. “ Yoooooongiiiiiii .”

“It’s a daddy kink, yes. For sure.”

“Are you really going to lie to me?” Jimin widens his eyes, lips jutting out pitifully. “ Really? ”

Yoongi looks trapped. He blinks rapidly. Too easy. “Iwanttogetyoupregnant.”

Jimin gives a startled laugh. “What?”

“I want. To put a baby in you." The words are said through gritted teeth. “Really bad,” he adds, after a beat. For extra clarification. Of what, Jimin’s not sure. 

“Maybe 3 days of non-stop sex isn’t a good idea after all,” Jimin muses. “I might come out with an egg in me.”

A strained hum. “Yes.”

“Still feel like getting cockwarmed or are you gonna finish in me?”

The dragon groans loudly, making Jimin grin widely. “My god, Jimin, you need a filter. I’m actually going to end up knotting you one of these days, so you better shut your bratty mouth up unless you want my babies.”

Jimin sticks his tongue out, only for Yoongi to latch on, suckling on it. Jimin makes a startled sound, fingers clutching onto Yoongi’s shirt at his chest. Yoongi pulls away, only to relocate his lips to Jimin’s neck.

“Y–Yoongi—”

He gets a grunt for his efforts. Yoongi runs his hands under his shirt, one hand squeezing his waist and the other twisting a nipple. “All mine, hm?”

Jimin’s dancing between the fine line that separates his bratty behaviour from his headspace. But still, he manages a breathy, “D–depends.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi pulls away, lips quirking up into a smirk. One of the dragon’s hands sneak down into his underwear. “On what?”

Jimin exhales shakily. “Are you mine?”

Yoongi cups one of his asscheeks. “Mm, good question, baby. Am I?”

A high pitched whine. “Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not, pretty omega.”

Jimin glares. Yoongi loosens the drawstring of his sweats. But Jimin’s not about to lose an argument—even if the hand down his pants is making him rapidly lose his ability to verbalise any sort of coherent sentence.

“M–Mine,” he insists. He hopes the fingers clawing on Yoongi’s chest emphasises his words. “ Mine.”

The alpha coos. It’s a condescending thing that has Jimin’s toes curling. There’s a rough hand cupping his cock, gently moving back and forth, but it’s nothing if not infuriating—the friction is barely there. Jimin places his hand on top of Yoongi’s in an attempt to control the pace, but the alpha is relentless. Slow and torturous.

“Faster,” Jimin pleads, head hitting Yoongi’s shoulder. “Wanna come.”

“Already begging, hm?” Yoongi murmurs, lips touching his temple. “Didn’t even last a minute now, did you, sweet baby?”

Jimin manages a weak punch to the man’s chest as a response. And then Yoongi stops altogether. Jimin’s whines in complaint, only for the alpha to shush him with a kiss, shifting them so that they now lay across the sofa, Jimin’s back to his chest. Yoongi immediately pulls down Jimin’s sweats and throws them to the side. There’s something pressing against his hole, and then a cold sensation that has Jimin gasping. The dragon kisses the back of his neck as an apology. 

“Oh,” Yoongi’s got a finger inside him. He thrusts it in and out a couple times before adding a second, and the stretch is delicious. Jimin’s back arches. “More.”

“Yeah?”

Jimin nods, a beat too late. “Yeah, ah , mm.” 

“Good?” Yoongi’s other hand, previously under Jimin, now snakes up to Jimin’s cock. He starts lazily stroking it as well. 

Jimin’s tries to claw onto the sofa—anything to ground him—but the material won’t give. And the dragon is now three fingers deep in him. “Ah, Yoongi…”

“Doing so well for me, Jimin-ah,” his voice is raspier, warm breath hitting against Jimin’s nape. Fingers curl inside him. “Think you can lift your leg up, hm? Give alpha a little more room to play with your hole?”

Jimin exhales shakily, obliging. (“There we go,” Yoongi croons). A small moan leaves his lips as the angle changes, head tipping back to hit Yoongi’s shoulder. 

And it never fails to astonish him, how well Yoongi takes care of him, because the man’s really not doing much, but Jimin’s debauched and panting anyway. A complete wreck under his power.

“Prettiest boy,” Yoongi drawls, nipping his earlobe. The hand on his cock increases the pace. “Prettiest hole too. All mine.”

And yes, Jimin agrees. All his. Except all that leaves his mouth is a high pitched whine. “G–gonna come,” he gasps. “ Need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Inside. Inside.”

“Already there too, sweetheart,” his words are accentuated with his fingers pulling out and slamming in. Jimin’s eyes well up with tears. 

“Cock,” he tries, because he needs it. He needs Yoongi’s cock . “Cock— please .”

Yoongi coos in his ear. “Come first, darling, then I’ll give you my cock.”

But— “Cock,” he tries again, voice a whimper. Yoongi can’t possibly deny him right now! “Alpha, please —”

“Be good for me, Jimin,” Yoongi strokes him faster. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

“Ah– ah, Yoon—”

“That’s it, you’re doing so well.”

“I’m coming —”

Jimin comes with a moan, shaking all over. Yoongi murmurs praises in his ear that goes uncomprehended, because Jimin’s mind is white and foggy. When the high settles, he’s immediately complaining because— “How dare you not give me your dick!”

Yoongi has the audacity to laugh as he brings his hand, covered in Jimin’s cum, to the human’s lips. Jimin’s parts them. “Patience, love. I just needed to tire you out so you can have my dick in you for a while. I wasn’t joking when I said I needed you to cockwarm.”

Before Jimin can respond, Yoongi pulls his fingers out with a loud squelch. There’s a sound of a zipper being undone and a few rustling noises. Then the emptiness is filled by his object of desire: Yoongi jr. Jimin yelps, feeling himself being stretched to the brim—a feeling he loves, maybe even more than cheeseballs. 

“This okay?” Yoongi asks, shifting them a bit so that Jimin’s weight rests on him. The younger man hums, eyes closing. He’s quite worn out actually, he might even take a little nap. Yoongi kisses his temple with all the tenderness in the world, arms around him in a protective hold and Jimin just melts into it. “I love you, Jimin-ah.”

“Love you too, Yoonie.” 

–

When Jimin wakes up, it’s to Yoongi kissing down his neck. He blinks drowsily, a sweet and confused hum making its way out of his throat.

“Slept well?” Yoongi asks. He’s more gentle than he usually is with Jimin; more tender in how he touches him. 

“Mm,” Jimin puckers his lips expectantly, and he receives a kiss. The tiniest shift reminds him that Yoongi’s still deep inside him and he feels content. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” Yoongi says. He pulls out slowly, breathing out a low sorry when Jimin whimpers a little. “Rut’s gonna hit anytime soon now. Have to get you out before it does.”

Yoongi moves to hover on top of Jimin. The human cups his face. “I can stay, you know.”

There’s a certain wildness in how Yoongi’s moves now. He’s distinctively more non-verbal. He shakes his head, rolls on a condom, applies more lube on himself and thrusts into Jimin. The absence of a warning has Jimin’s back arching off the sofa, a loud gasp spilling out his lips. His thighs bracket Yoongi’s hips tightly, ankles crossed.

Yoongi’s pupils are dilated and unfocused, lips thin—almost as if he’s being restrained by something. Maybe himself.

“Are you okay?” Jimin whispers. “You look…tense.”

The dragon shakes his head quickly, refocusing on Jimin. “Gonna fuck you.”

Jimin nods, arms locking around the man’s neck. Yoongi pulls out and slams back in. Jimin chokes on a moan.

“Fuck—”

Another slow thrust, and then the alpha’s picking up the pace until Jimin’s moans are all but staccatos. The sofa shakes, and Jimin’s bounced up until his head hits against the cushiony armrest of it. There’s a warm coil starting to unravel in his belly, fueled by Yoongi’s grunts by his ear. 

“C–close,” he mewls. “ Yoongi! ”

There’s an animalistic growl ripping out of Yoongi’s throat as he’s pistoning into Jimin. 

“Ah–ah–ah!”

“Mine,” Yoongi snarls. His head bobs down to nip harshly at Jimin’s neck. The younger whimpers, head lolling the side. “Fucking mine.”

Drool is spilling out the corner of his mouth, but still— “Y–yours,” he agrees. 

He comes with a long drawn out moan, and Yoongi follows not long after, into the condom. Then they’re just breathing loudly in each other’s ears, skin-to-skin and perfectly content. 

Or at least, Jimin thought.

“Fuck,” Yoongi pulls out. “Sorry,” he regretfully says when Jimin cries a little. He’s too sensitive. He takes off the condom and ties it up. “You have to go, Jimin.”

“Now?” He needs snuggles. Hugs. Kisses. Aftercare . His lips quiver, eyes misting. Yoongi looks aghast at the reaction. 

“Sorry, sorry , I shouldn’t have said that,” he murmurs. “Let me bring out a towel and wipe you down, yeah? Can I, love?”

The best Jimin can get out is a pitiful, “Yes.”

Yoongi kisses him, sweetly. Then kisses his forehead. “I’m sorry angel, that was rude of me.”

Tears spill out. “Y–yes,” he whispers. “How could you?” He knows Jimin’s vulnerable, especially after sex. He hates being left alone. So why —

“Shh, hey, I’m right here Jimin. I’m not letting you go,” Yoongi gently shifts them so that Jimin can bury his nose in the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Jimin sniffles. “I love you, baby. So much.”

“Love you too,” Jimin whispers. He snuggles closer. His own cum is smearing everywhere but still—  “A lot,” he has to get it out. Yoongi needs to know. “ Y–Yoonie ,” his fingers fist Yoongi’s shirt—he hasn’t taken it off. They both haven’t actually. “I love you.”

“Oh, darling,” Yoongi kisses his head. “My sweet little omega. You’re my entire world.”

It takes a while for Jimin to settle. But even then, he clings onto Yoongi. 

“All good now?” Yoongi whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. Jimin’s just stopped sniffling, and it’s sort of baffling just how attuned to him Yoongi is. He nods slowly. “You sure? We can wait it out.”

“I’m okay now,” Jimin whispers back. “I don’t know what came over me. Sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologise, Jimin,” Yoongi says, voice low and firm. “You did nothing wrong. I’ll always take care of you.”

Jimin can’t get over how much he adores this man. 

“When does your rut hit?” 

“Pretty soon, actually. In a couple hours maybe.”

“I need to pack then,” he sighs. “Don’t I?”

“I’ll pack for you,” Yoongi firmly says. “Just point out what you want. But first, a shower.”

He gently taps on Jimin’s arms, and they pull away, sitting up on the sofa—only for Yoongi to get up and pick Jimin up, bridal style. The younger man yelps, arms going around Yoongi’s shoulders. 

“I can walk ,” he insists, even as he snuggles closer to the alpha, who just scoffs. 

“Bold of you to assume I’d let you after I fucked you. If I had any choice in the matter, your feet wouldn’t touch the ground, ever.”

He sets down Jimin in the shower cubicle, and helps him wash up, leaving random kisses all over his face as he does so. When they’re both done, he dries Jimin off and then wraps him up in a towel, carrying him to their room again, setting Jimin down on the bed. 

“I should pack your skincare as well, huh?” Yoongi muses. He brings out a small suitcase. 

“I can help,” Jimin insists, only to be sat back down by the alpha. “Yoongi!”

He’s more doting than he usually is, and it’s a bit endearing. Jimin wonders if it’s his alpha instincts. He watches Yoongi prance around the room, muttering to himself as he packs up a bag that has way more supplies for a mere three days of chilling at a friend’s house. About twenty minutes later, Yoongi zips it up, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Done, alpha? ” he teasingly asks. Yoongi’s cheeks redden. “I figured it was some dragon thing going on.”

“I don’t want you going,” the man admits. “But I can’t have you here either. I need to do something.”

“You’re the one who wants me to go,” Jimin reminds him. “I can always stay.”

“Jimin, you saw how I can get,” Yoongi steps closer, taking Jimin’s hands in his. “I was being rough with you. I’m only going to get worse in a rut.”

“I really don’t mind,” Jimin whispers. “In fact I–I even liked it.”

“Jimin,” the man lets out a deep sigh.

Yoongi once again disappears into the closet, only to emerge with one of his shirts and a pair of sweats. He hands them to Jimin, who raises an eyebrow quizzically. “This is yours,” he says, but he’s already tugging it on anyway. The alpha looks satisfied. “Is this about having your scent on me?”

A note of agreement leaves Yoongi’s throat. He gets into a pair of boxers himself. His hair is still wet, and Jimin tugs on the man’s towel to dry it himself. Yoongi slightly lowers his head, hands settling on Jimin’s waist. There’s a soft yet deep sound leaving his lips, coming straight from his chest. Almost like—

“Are you purring? ” Jimin asks, astonished.

“…yeah.”

It’s cute. He pulls the towel away, and Yoongi’s hair settles messily. “ Why? ”

Yoongi looks flustered. “It’s something dragons do when they’re…content.”

Jimin coos, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks. “Awh, is my big bad alpha happy? ”

“You’re talking to me as if I’m a puppy.” The man grumbles, but he doesn’t swat Jimin’s hands away. “I’m being smothered by my mate, of course I’m happy.” 

The younger man giggles and kisses Yoongi’s nose. He doesn’t point out that they’re not mated yet, but they might as well as be at this rate. Yoongi’s hands travel to his ass, cupping it gently. Jimin snuggles in closer, ready to get his fill of cuddling for three days, when something pokes his thigh. He shifts a minuscule amount, only for Yoongi’s fingers to tighten on his ass.

“Are you hard again?” Jimin yelps. “It’s barely been an hour!”

“I can’t help it,” Yoongi groans. “I think I’m starting my rut. And you’re not helping either.”

“What am I doing?” Jimin questions, offended.

“Well, for starters, why is your ass—” he squeezes. Hard. “— so fat?”

The unexpectedness of it has Jimin snorting. “What?”

But Yoongi’s a bit out of it now. “And your scent—fuck, so good. You smell so good, Jimin.”

Yoongi’s nosing into his neck, little licks and bites following. One hand sneaks its way inside of Jimin’s sweats, the other at the small of his back, forcing him to arch his back just a bit.

“Yoongi…” Jimin breathes. He thinks it’s high time that he leaves. That’s what non-rut Yoongi wanted. “I have to go.”

Yoongi growls, low and menacing. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet omega.”

Jimin gently pushes at the man’s chest. “You told me to go before. You’re not in your right mind right now.”

“I said, you’re not going anywhere,” the alpha presses him against his chest. “Gonna fuck you till you forget why you wanted to leave your alpha.”

“You— mmf! ”  Hungry lips press against his, tongue prodding into his mouth and Jimin wonders just how much he’d underestimated Yoongi’s rut instincts. “Yoongi—” he pulls away the best he can, head whipping to the side to stop another kiss. Yoongi’s going to kill himself later if he lets Jimin stay. “ Alpha! Wait, stop. ”

Yoongi halts. He looks at Jimin’s eyes, gaze intense. “Did I hurt you?”

“No!” Jimin shakes his head fervently. “No, but Yoongi, you told me to go before your rut hits. You didn’t want me here.”

The alpha’s eyes dim, pained. Jimin hates seeing that. “I can’t let you go,” he whispers. “My treasure— fuck , how can I let you go?” His head rests on Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin doesn’t want to go either. But after all the warnings Yoongi had given him—

“Yoongi, I need to make a call,” Jimin whispers. “Can you let me go for a minute?”

A moment of hesitance, and then— “You’re coming back to me, right?”

“Yeah.” 

He’s still slow in how he unwraps from around Jimin, but then they’re separated, and Jimin quickly scampers to the living room to pick up his phone. He immediately dials Dr. Kim. 

“Jimin?” The man sounds surprised. “Is anything the matter?”

“Um,” Jimin bites his lower lip. “So Yoongi’s about to start his rut.”

A hum. “And?”

“He told me…before he was this um, affected, that I should leave.” Jimin swallows. “But now he’s not letting me leave—and I don’t want to go! Really. But I also know he’s going to regret this. Then he said something about his treasure and I don’t know who else to tell this about because I only have human friends—”

“Jimin, hey, calm down.”

Jimin inhales deeply. 

“That’s it. Now, dragons are very territorial creatures. And they hoard different things, you know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“My guess is that his dragon thinks of you as part of his hoard now. The hoard has his most guarded and precious things. He might not think of you as a thing , of course, but you get what I’m trying to say, right? And a rut is where a dragon is more in touch with his… animalistic side. They get too possessive and overprotective of their hoards during ruts.”

Jimin’s jaw feels like it’s unhinged: he can’t close it. There’s of course a certain thrill running through his veins at the thought of Yoongi thinking of him as his treasure. It excites him.

Belatedly, he realises that the doctor is waiting for a response.

“I—I see.”

“Has he not told you about this?”

“I don’t think he thought he had to,” Jimin admits. “He didn’t want me to stay for his rut because he was scared I’d get hurt.”

“He probably didn’t know that his dragon considered you a part of his treasure then,” Dr. Kim muses. “If you’re asking me for my advice, I’d suggest that you should stay.”

“Really? But what if he regrets it later?”

“Jimin, a dragon cannot be parted from his treasure, especially during ruts. They get feral. Uncontrollable . He’s more likely to come find you again, even if you were to leave.” He speaks slowly. “From what you say, I gather he’s already in his rut. But If he’s letting you out of his side long enough for you to make this call, he truly cares for you and wouldn’t go against your will, even against his own instincts. So if you want to leave, you probably could.”

“I want to stay,” Jimin firmly says. “I didn’t want to leave in the first place.”

“Well there you go. Have you thought about the food situation though?”

Jimin blinks. “Uh.”

A small laugh. “Neither of you will probably have time to whip up anything substantial for the next three days.”

“Um…fuck?”

“If you’re okay with it, I can leave some food at the door this afternoon.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask for that.”

“Nonsense, I’d be glad to. You’re probably very winded right now. Plus, it’s not an easy situation to tell your human friends in such a short time period either.”

Jimin laughs nervously. 

“Well, that’s settled then. I’ll leave food by the door, just leave me the address. And maybe warn the security if you live in an apartment. You can pick it up when you can.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Dr. Kim.” Jimin’s never felt more gratitude. 

“No worries, Jimin. Remember to use protection!”

Jimin chokes.

He walks back to the room after hanging up, heart booming against his ribcage. Yoongi’s onto his the moment he walks in, breathing in his scent, arms tightly wrapped around his body. 

“Hey,” Jimin softly greets. “I’m staying.”

“You are?” Yoongi’s voice is somehow lower; raspier. The man meets his eyes as Jimin hums. He cups Yoongi’s face gently. 

“All yours, alpha.”

Jimin actually sees the moment he snaps. His pupils dilate, taking over his eyes. His canines are also more pronounced, he notices absent-mindedly. 

“Fuck,” the word carries all the weight of a man who’s been holding himself back. His fingers gently trace the outline of Jimin’s face, until they reach his chin, tipping it up. “My precious little treasure. All mine to have.”

A shudder runs through Jimin’s body. “You said that earlier too,” he whispers. “The treasure thing.”

A throaty hum. “You’re my most valuable treasure.”

Jimin hates how he doesn’t understand the degree of importance of that statement. He guesses he’d have to wait till Yoongi’s out of his rut daze to ask though.

“Dr. Kim’s dropping by later,” he mentions, only to be shocked at the visceral growl Yoongi lets out. It’s loud and threatening and Jimin’s shoulders curl in. “Yoongi!”

“You asked an alpha to come? ”

Dr. Kim is an alpha? Huh, he hadn’t known.  “H—he’s not coming inside! Just leaving some food for us.”

“ I can cook for us,” Yoongi’s voice is almost a snarl. “I’ll provide for you. I’ll give you anything you need.”

“Hey, hey, ” Jimin runs his hands through Yoongi’s thick black hair. “I’m not insinuating that you’re a bad alpha! Dr. Kim just offered, it’s nothing more. It’s just so we won’t have to worry about food.”

Yoongi lifts him up by his thighs, backing him into a wall. Jimin squeaks, arms going around the man’s neck. “ You don’t have to worry about anything, omega. Tell Dr. Kim that his help is not needed.”

Jimin wants to argue, because the way Yoongi’s described a rut, there won’t be any time for cooking. But there’s just something about Yoongi’s demeanour that has him hesitating. The man seems aggravated that Jimin would go to another alpha for help. 

“I’ll leave him a text,” Jimin mutters. “Don’t let me fall,” he warns, retracting his hands to open his phone. He leaves the doctor an apologetic text, saying the food was not needed and taken care of by Yoongi. “There, done.”

“Good,” Yoongi noses back into the crook of his neck. “I love you.”

Jimin melts. “I love you too.”

The alpha pulls away to walk towards the bed, dumping Jimin gently on the centre of it. There’s a moment of intense scrutiny that has Jimin wanting to curl in on himself. His cheeks flush a delicate pink. Yoongi crawls on, just to pull down Jimin’s sweats that he put on a few minutes ago. He then slowly tugs Jimin’s shirt off as well, throwing it somewhere in the room and then—Jimin lies, naked and bare just for Yoongi’s eyes. 

“Stop staring,” he complains, bashful. He draws his knees up, to make himself smaller, but Yoongi’s not having it. The man gently spreads them, settling himself in between. 

“Don’t hide from me,” he croons softly. “You’re beautiful.”

Jimin’s fingers fist into the material of the bed sheets above his head. He already feels winded. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Y–you too,” and god, does he mean it. Yoongi’s face is divine. Soft and sharp in all the right places, lips pink and all his. Nose round and cute. Eyes sharp and only on him. 

“Gonna fuck you so good,” Yoongi murmurs, lips on the base of his throat. He makes his way down to the centre of his chest, leaving a loud sloppy kiss. “Mark you up so well that everyone knows you’re mine.” His thumb traces around a nipple lightly. Lips latch on to the other. Jimin gasps softly, back arching, one of his tiny hands grabbing onto Yoongi’s hair. “So pretty and sensitive, baby,” Yoongi sounds almost drunk. “So perfect. My perfect omega.”

Yoongi sits up to shed away his boxers, taking his cock in his hand. It’s already hard and red, sitting so stiffly on Yoongi’s palm. 

“Gonna use your mouth first baby, that okay?”

Jimin manages a strangled hum. He loves the taste of cock. Yoongi’s cock. The alpha smirks, as if reading his mind. He flips them over, easily manhandling Jimin so that he’s facing his cock. 

“Go on,” the man taunts. His hands lay on Jimin’s ass cheeks (their righteous place of course), spreading them apart. And it’s a bit embarrassing. Still, he leans forward, hands cupping the base of Yoongi’s dick and leaves a tentative lick on the tip. The slight tanginess awakens something primal in him, and he goes back in with more fervour. He laves his tongue along the sides, popping the tip in his mouth and releasing it with a pop. Yoongi groans, adding fuel to the fire in Jimin’s belly. He strokes the base absent-mindedly, mouth full of cock. He’s fully prepared to make Yoongi come—even starts bobbing his head up and down in vigour—but then there’s something long and bony inside his ass and he promptly chokes. 

“Slow down, love,” Yoongi’s voice is amused. “I know you love cock but you gotta be careful.”

A jolt of humiliation rushes through him and he whines. Yoongi pats his ass with his free hand in response. The finger inside him crooks just so, before dragging out. 

“Be a good boy and suck me off, Jimin.”

Jimin tries—he really really does. But whenever he increases speed, Yoongi’s more purposefully slamming in his fingers and he really can’t cope up. Three fingers in and Yoongi’s cock pops out from his mouth, and Jimin whimpers, forehead resting on the man’s hip as the alpha’s fingers relentlessly fuck him. 

“Poor baby,” Yoongi coos. “Already tired, hm? Can’t keep up with alpha?”

“C—can,” he protests. “I can .”

“Yeah? Then prove it baby.”

Jimin pitifully takes Yoongi’s dick back into his mouth, lips closing around the wide girth. Yoongi’s close, he can tell just by how his thighs flex. Yoongi grunts from above him, hips suddenly shifting up, thrusting into Jimin’s mouth. The human lets out a muffled meep of surprise, eyes welling up with tears. 

“Fuck, sorry, are you okay Jimin?”

He nods vigorously. He’s more than okay. 

“Yeah?” Another thrust. Jimin’s hands fist into the bedsheets on either side of Yoongi’s hips. “Still good?”

He wants Yoongi to go all-out on him. He can handle it. He can. He’s good! He pulls away, a string of saliva running from his lower lip to the tip of Yoongi’s dick. 

“ Use me,” he whines. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Give me a safe word then,” Yoongi grunts. 

“Puppy,” Jimin gasps. “Also how is a safe word going to work if I’m choking on a dick?” 

“Pinch me then. As hard as you can.”

“Okay, okay yeah .”

“Yeah? Give me your hands,” he instructs. It’s a bit of a hassle, since he’s using them to hover over Yoongi. 

“How—” He retracts his arms, only to fall flat on his face, cheeks smushed on the skin right beside Yoongi’s cock. It’s humiliating, but Yoongi’s murmuring that he’s doing good—so he believes it. Yoongi grips on to his hands and pulls. Jimin yelps as he’s held up, right above Yoongi’s hard dick. 

“Get back on my cock.” the man orders. 

Jimin wraps his lips around the length dutifully, only for Yoongi to piston his hips up, hard and fast. Yoongi hits the back of his throat easily and Jimin’s reduced to nothing but a fleshlight, spit dripping down his chin, eyes rolling to the back of his head and muffled,weak moans leaving his throat.

“Gonna come,” Yoongi grits out. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth was made for me.”

“Mmmf!”

A couple thrusts in and Yoongi’s coming down Jimin’s throat, except it’s too much and the excess spills down his chin. 

“Swallow it all, baby,” Yoongi croons, tugging on his arms to lift Jimin off his cock. 

And fuck it, he’d break his back if Yoongi asked him to. He does the best he can, and gulps it down. 

“Good boy.” there’s a brief touch on his right ass cheek and Jimin belatedly realised that Yoongi had kissed his ass. “Think you can get off me, baby?”

Jimin does, wobbly in his movements, only for Yoongi to tug him back on to his chest, kissing into his mouth. Jimin moans prettily. When he pulls away, Jimin chases him, just to be met with a quick peck. Yoongi rolls them over, and reaches out to the bedside cabinet for a condom and lube. He rolls on the condom applying lube all over himself and Jimin gapes because—

“You’re still hard?”

“It won’t go down until I pop a knot,” Yoongi says, pouring lube into Jimin and thrusting in 3 fingers at once. Jimin meeps. “Think you can take me?”

“Yeah.”

Without further ado, Yoongi slides in and Jimin’s lips part in a silent moan. He shifts a bit, then grabs Jimin’s legs and throws them over each of his shoulders and thrusts.  

“Ah—fuck, Yoongi!”

Yoongi looks absolutely animalistic on top of him. Jimin’s fingernails dig into the man’s back, but he doesn’t even flinch. Jimin’s head falls back, back in a perfect arch, toes curled as he stutters out pretty little, “ah-ah-ah!”s as Yoongi keeps impaling him and oh god—

“Full,” he moans. “‘S big—alpha’s so big.”

It only wrenches out a snarl from the man and an increased pace and pretty soon, Jimin’s incoherent, weak babbles leaving his parted lips. At one point Yoongi’s tongue thrusts in his mouth, but he can’t even work up the energy to kiss him back. 

He comes with a cry, cum spurting up to his neck and Yoongi pulls out then, ripping off the condom and stroking himself aggressively before coming all over Jimin. He cums a lot more, and some of it even hits Jimin’s face, causing him to close his eyes. When Jimin blearily opens them, he almost passes out seeing Yoongi holding his own dick tightly—but the base is fucking huge.  

“Is that—” he gulps, eyeing the thing reverently. His voice is hoarse. “Is that your…knot?”

It’s then that Jimin notices the man’s face: he’s wincing, as if he’s in pain. 

“Are you okay?” Jimin panics. “ Yoongi? ”

The man breathes in deeply, before opening his eyes. “It usually hurts when you pop a knot outside,” he explains. “It’s fine, give me a minute.”

“Why didn’t you, you know, ” he struggles for proper wording and fails. “—inside me?”

“You’re not made for a knot,” Yoongi says simply. “I’m not knotting you.”

“Ever?” Jimin sounds aghast. He’s known what a knot is—apparently dragons knot their mates during ruts only—and now that he’s seen it, he wants it .

“Ever.” Even Yoongi sounds pained. 

“Well, that’s dumb.” Jimin huffs. “You think you can resist my ass forever?”

“No,” and he sounds so serious, it kind of throws Jimin off. “I don’t think I can actually,” a deep sigh. “Let me clean you up, yeah? Then let’s take a nap.”

“Okay,” Jimin nods. He awaits a cloth on his skin, instead, Yoongi’s running his tongue over his chest instead, lapping up their cum like it’s the tastiest soup he’s ever had. It’s a bit weird and ticklish, but he’s not complaining—except when he realises that Yoongi hasn’t actually swallowed it. The man presses his lips onto Jimin, slowly letting the liquid trickle down into Jimin’s mouth. He takes it of course. A cumdump. That’s what he is right now.  

When he’s done, he settles down beside Jimin, gathering him up in his arms and throwing a leg over him, completely cocooning him. 

“You’re smothering me,” Jimin half-heartedly complains, lips smushed against the man’s firm chest.

“Good. Be smothered.”

“You’re horrible.”

“At least you like my dick.”

Jimin scoffs. “What gave you that impression?”

“Oh, alpha’s so big~ i’m so full— ow ow Jimin!” Yoongi flinches away from the human’s tiny hands that had resorted to pinching him in retaliation. “Jesus, such maliciousness from such a tiny man.”

“That’s what you get for mocking me.” Jimin huffily says. 

“I wasn’t mocking,” Yoongi grins. “I was just stating facts— ow!”

“Now let me sleep,” Jimin sniffs, only for his attitude to melt away when Yoongi kisses his forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

–

Jimin wakes up on his tummy, and with something rubbing between his asscheeks. A confused noise spills out from his lips as he opens his eyes. Yoongi’s tightly gripping his ass, likely to imitate a tight hole for his cock, which Jimin appreciates. His actual hole’s still quite sore. 

“Gonna rub one off, before I fuck you again,” Yoongi grunts. Jimin gives a sleepy hum at the back of his throat in response. “Your ass is a fucking wonder, if I haven’t told you before.”

“You could say it more, I won’t mind,” Jimin lazily says. Yoongi’s picking up his pace, panting loudly. 

“Best ass ever,” he groans. “ Fuck —eighth wonder of the world, I swear.”

“Mmmh.”

There’s one last thrust before Yoongi comes all over his back with a low fuck. Then there’s the sound of a paper ripping, a bottle opening and lubed fingers thrust into Jimin’s hole. He squirms, cock beginning to stir with interest. 

“You’re loose,” Yoongi observes. “Think you might actually be able to take my knot by the end of this rut.”

His fingers slide out and his dick slides right in. Jimin exhales, hands fisting the bedsheet. Yoongi spares no time in introductions—just sets a fast pace from the beginning, and all that fills the room are the sounds of sex: moans, groans and slapping of skin. 

“Wanna bite you, fuck, ” the alpha groans loudly.

Yoongi comes first, and Jimin follows not long after with breathy little whines. He winces when Yoongi pulls out slowly. There’s a tongue lapping at his skin and he’s gently turned to his side for Yoongi to kiss him. But again, it’s not just a kiss and Jimin finds himself swallowing cum. Seriously, it’s basically his breakfast, lunch and dinner at this point. 

“You do that a lot,” he quietly says. Quiet because Yoongi’s gently kissing his shoulder and he feels like a slightly louder voice would ruin the serenity they have. The alpha questioningly hums. “The kiss—with cum.”

“Gotta fill you up from both holes,” the man lazily offers. He lays down, pulling Jimin closer to him, his front to Jimin’s back. “Besides, you shouldn’t waste your alpha’s cum.”

“Is that dragon etiquette?”

“No, that's just me.”

Jimin snuggles closer. His skin is icky and disgusting, but he feels boneless and just wants to be cuddled. Maybe even take another nap. Yeah , that sounds lovely. Sounds like absolute heaven—

“Is that your fucking dick again?”

Yoongi buries his head against Jimin’s neck. 

“How are you hard after all that?” Jimin groans.

“I told you,” Yoongi mutters. “It won’t go down till I pop a knot.”

“You’re impossible!” 

“Can I fuck your thighs?” Before Jimin’s even done affirming this, Yoongi’s dick slips in between his thighs. The man heaves a sigh of relief, before chasing after an orgasm again. Jimin twists his torso, hand tugging Yoongi’s face down to kiss him. The bed creaks as Yoongi pushes back and forth. Jimin finds the strength to firmly clench his thighs around the girth and the alpha chokes a bit, before giving a long and low groan. It’s not long before Yoongi cums, and Jimin’s actually sad when seed spills out onto the sheets this time. Yoongi’s hand comes down on his thigh firmly, pressing it down and keeping his dick inbetween, and Jimin feels it. Yoongi’s knot. Fuck , he kind of wishes it was in him. It feels so fucking huge. A fire stirs low in his gut, cock twitching in interest. 

“Want me to jerk you off?” Yoongi rasps in his ear. Jimin nods. 

“Yes please,” he sweetly says, breaking off into a cute gasp when Yoongi’s hand wraps around his dick, leisurely stroking it. “Oh.”

“You’re so sweet darling,” Yoongi breathes. “Don’t know how I thought I could possibly spend a rut without you.”

The words have Jimin preening, cheeks flushing red—well, redder than they already are. 

“Taking my cock whenever, letting me fuck your mouth, your pretty little hole, your thighs . And letting me touch your sweet little cock—taking all my cum like the pretty little cumslut you are.”

Jimin gives a full-body shiver, thighs reflexively pressing more against each other, causing Yoongi to hiss, his knot fully squeezed. He strokes Jimin’s dick faster, and the younger moans sweetly before coming all over Yoongi’s hand. He expects the man to feed him the salty substance again, but this time Yoongi does it, and he does it absolutely nastily—waiting until Jimin watches and licking his entire hand clean. 

“Fuck, even your cum tastes sweet, darling,” Yoongi gives a low laugh, lips brushing against Jimin’s cheek. “You’re unreal. And all mine. ”

Jimin can barely keep his eyes open now, so he hums sleepily, letting his weight fall against Yoongi, and dozes off. 

–

When Jimin comes to again, Yoongi’s not on the bed. He frowns, and then whines a little. He can’t believe Yoongi would leave him. 

It’s almost as if the man hears him (he probably did, with his stupid dragon senses), but the door opens and he comes in. He’s wearing a pair of boxer shorts, a spoon in his hand and his hair messy. He’s also clearly sporting a boner.

“Where’d you go?” Jimin complains, voice thick with sleep. He makes grabby hands, wincing when his entire body complains at the movement. Yoongi smiles as he walks to the bed and leans down to kiss Jimin’s forehead. 

“We missed dinner,” he says. “It’s already morning. We should eat.”

Jimin’s stomach rumbles in agreement. “My entire body hurts,” he complains anyway. “And I'm sticky .” And you’re clearly all washed up, he thinks. 

“I did run a towel over you, but I can see why it wouldn’t have worked,” Yoongi says. “Give me a second, I’ll finish up breakfast and come wash you, okay?”

Jimin nods in tiny, heart full and soaring. Yoongi presses a kiss onto his lips before leaving. He can’t believe the man—as horny as he is—is still making breakfast and is about to help him wash up. Jimin really lucked out with this man. He giggles and kicks his feet, ignoring how his sore body protests. 

Yoongi comes back in a few minutes, and he gathers Jimin up in his arms, walking to the bathroom. He sets the man down, away from the direct path of water and opens the tap, testing the temperature. Only when he deems it good, is when he moves Jimin under it. Boneless and helplessly in love, Jimin just moves however the man wants him to. 

“You’re still hard,” Jimin quietly says.

A hum, as Yoongi lathers the human up in soap. “It’s fine. I’m not fucking you till your clean and fed.”

Pretty soon, he’s in an oversized shirt, hair dried and fluffy and feeling cleaner than he has in a while. Yoongi carries him to the kitchen, seating him on a chair and Jimin’s pleasantly surprised when his butt hits a cushion instead of the usual hard plane of the chair. There’s a plate stacked with pancakes in front of him. 

“It’s not much,” Yoongi admits. “I used the pre-made mix.”

Jimin gives him an incredulous look. “Are you crazy? This is more than enough.”

Yoongi’s chest puffs out. “Do you want me to feed you?”

Jimin blinks.

“You’re probably tired,” the alpha says. And Jimin does feel tired. And who could possibly complain about being doted on? So he nods. Yoongi smiles, shifting the plate towards him and begins cutting the pancakes, making sure they’re properly soaked in honey before feeding Jimin. And dear lord, it’s the little things. It’s the little things. Jimin’s so in love he feels like screaming it out from a rooftop. 

“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asks, after his fifth or so bite. 

“Later,” Yoongi dismissively says, propping another piece of pancake in Jimin’s mouth. He chews it down. 

“You should eat too,” he insists. He puts a hand on Yoongi’s thigh. “ Please , alpha?”

The man freezes for a second before grunting, “fine.” He plops in a piece of pancake as well, and Jimin smiles, content. The overall stack takes only around ten minutes to finish. Yoongi leaves the dish in the sink and tells Jimin to wait for a minute longer while he disappears into their room. It takes the man more than a minute but when he’s back he picks Jimin up and trots right back into their room, plopping Jimin down on the bed—now with freshly changed sheets and god, could Jimin be anymore in love?

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The rest of the two days pass in a similar manner, and they only trudge out of the room for a single meal per day. Yoongi’s used every possible surface of Jimin’s body to fuck, even resorting to fuck his armpit at one point because Jimin whined about his ass being too sore. By the end of the third day, Yoongi can feel his need to fuck slowly strip away into something more tender, and he takes the time to worship Jimin’s body from head-to-toe. Jimin’s nipples are sore and pebbled by now, skin peppered all over with hickies and his cock lays limp and soft, unable to produce anything more than a drop or two of cum. His eyes are red and puffy, cheeks tear-stained, but he’s so so beautiful. He’s drop-dead gorgeous. 

“Think I can finally fit my knot in you, love,” Yoongi murmurs. The sweet angel only hums. “Can you take one more for me? Hm?”

A slow nod; his eyes are barely open. Yoongi kisses his nose. Jimin’s so loose that he can slip right in, and it’s fucking corny—but fuck does it feel like home. He thrusts lazily, kissing all over Jimin’s face. The pretty little lamb just mewls, eyes fluttering and fingers tightening on Yoongi’s shoulders with barely any strength. 

“So good for me, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says. “My perfect little omega.”

Jimin gasps, hole clenching around Yoongi. The alpha had already known that Jimin loved to be praised, but he’d only uncovered the extent of it during the rut. Jimin could pretty much come if you praised him enough.

“That’s right,” he encourages. “You’re doing so well.”

A tear slides down his face. The poor thing is sniffling. Yoongi thrusts harder. Jimin’s moans turn into pretty staccato notes that Yoongi’s come to learn is his moan when he orgasms. And Jimin comes, cock weakly spurting a few beads of cum. 

“Just a bit more, sweetheart,” Yoongi coos and increases his pace, groaning into Jimin’s neck when he comes.

The high only lasts a second thought, because Yoongi realises he’s forgotten a condom—and he’s fucking cummed into Jimin.

—

Jimin wakes up to a sore body and no Yoongi. But he figures it’s fine, because Yoongi’s probably out in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast again. He yawns and promptly winces as the stretch has his muscles aching. 

Surprisingly, Yoongi doesn’t walk in during the next few minutes. So Jimin huffs and gets down, whimpering as he walks out the door and into the kitchen. Yoongi was right: his body was not built to take dick a gazillion times for 72 hours straight. 

The said man sits in the kitchen, zoned out.

“Yoongi,” he calls, frowning when the man jumps. He should’ve heard Jimin by now, there’s no way he could’ve been shocked.

“Good morning baby,” the man greets, but it’s a bit dim. He walks up to Jimin and kisses his forehead. “Feeling okay?”

“Sore all over,” Jimin says as he leans into Yoongi, arms wrapping around him. He doesn’t care that he’s naked and Yoongi’s fully dressed. “Wash me?”

“Oh,” Yoongi’s a beat late. “Yeah, of course.”

Jimin looks at his face. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Yoongi looks away, guilt etched all over his face. 

Jimin softly cups his face. “Yoongi, talk to me.”

“I did something stupid, Jimin.”

He waits. 

“I…came in you.”

The implication of that sets into his mind a bit late. 

Yoongi can get him pregnant…Jimin’s not on birth control…Yoongi came in him.

Fuck.

Jimin doesn’t know how to react. Or what to say. Yoongi grabs one of his wrists, twisting his head to kiss Jimin’s palm.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. I was so careful, I swear—but the last time yesterday night, fuck—” Yoongi groans loudly. “Fuck, I’m so stupid, Jimin. I’m so sorry. I did that without even asking you, god.”

“Will—” Jimin swallows, but there’s a fucking brick stuck in his throat. “Will I actually…?”

“You’re not taking the pill, so I think…there’s a high chance. I’m so sorry baby. I called Dr. Kim right away, and he said that there’s a morning after pill, but the results aren’t 100% guaranteed. Still though, I was waiting for you to wake up so I can go get it.”

“Yess,” Jimin breathes out shakily. “ Please .”

“Of course,” another kiss on his forehead. “I’ll go right away after I wash you up then.”

“N–no,” Jimin shakes his head. “ Now . I need a bit of time. Alone.”

Yoongi doesn’t move for a good ten seconds. But then he steps back. “Yeah, sure. I’ll–I’ll be back, okay?”

Jimin nods, watching as the man grabs the car keys and walks out the door. Then Jimin sinks down onto a chair and promptly cries. He knows in his heart that Yoongi meant every word of what he said, and that he would never consciously put Jimin in this position—but it still hurts. Especially after being fucked so many times for three days; after absolutely putting his trust in Yoongi and letting go. He feels vulnerable. Needy. Scared and confused. 

Filled with longing .

He does want a kid. He’s not even against carrying one, really. But it’s just that—he’d just been accepted to an internship, and caring for a child right now…well it’s bound to be difficult. 

Fuck it, he really needs Yoongi right now. He needs to cry on his shoulder right now . Why did he send him away?

Jimin picks himself up and trudges to their room to pick up his phone. But he hadn’t had the time to charge it and it’s dead and he just—breaks down.

That’s how Yoongi finds him: crying and shaking on the bed. 

“Jimin,” the alpha mutters. He doesn’t come close and it makes Jimin cry more. “Jimin, baby I’m so sorry. I bought the pills, do you want them now?”

Instead of replying, Jimin holds out his hands. Yoongi looks a bit confused. 

“Hug?” he asks, slowly. Jimin nods. “Oh my sweet petal,” the man wraps him up in his embrace. “I thought you wouldn’t want me around you.”

It takes Jimin some time to calm his cries down enough to talk. “I–I knew you wouldn’t intentionally do that to me.”

“I would never, Jimin,” Yoongi fervently says. “I don’t know why it slipped my mind. I was just admiring you, and then I was in you—I’m so sorry, baby.”

Jimin believes him. For god’s sake, the man had driven out right now to get him morning after pills. 

“I just,” he sniffles. “I don’t feel ready for a kid yet.”

There’s a beat of silence before he continues. “I’m not quite sure if I’m up to it right now, you know?”

“That’s…not what I thought you were going to say,” Yoongi blinks. “I thought you hated me for doing that without your consent—which you have all the right to, by the way.”

“You already apologised for it, Yoongi.” Jimin says. “Besides I’ve been…thinking of having a family with you anyway. Just not this soon, you know?”

Yoongi inhales sharply. “You’re really something else, Park Jimin.”

“What, have you not thought of starting a family with me?”

“Of course I have,” the man indignantly says. 

Jimin smiles. “But not now.”

“Not now,” he agrees. “Come on, you need to take your meds.”

All Yoongi’s energy seems to have drained out from him after that, because he quite literally sleeps the entire day away. Jimin drops a quick text to Dr. Kim after plugging in his phone and catches up on all the worried texts his friends have sent before snuggling up to the sleeping alpha. Even in his sleep though, the man pulls him closer. Jimin smiles widely, closing his eyes and succumbing to his exhaustion as well. 

—

Jimin decides on taking birth control the following week, so they hopefully won’t end up in that same situation again. But if there’s anything good that came out of the rut (except the mind-blowing sex for three days straight) it’s that they’ve grown closer—which Jimin hadn’t thought was possible, but they’re quite literally glued to each other now. Feeding each other has become a regular thing; showering together or just spending time doing their own thing but tangled up together physically has also become more frequent. And it’s nice. Sweet. Homely.

Maybe Jimin’s still affected by the whole thing though, because he can’t stop thinking about having a child of their own. A product of their love. A tiny thing that takes after them. He thinks about it when he goes to sleep, when he wakes up, when he dresses up. It’s always at the back of his mind. And sometimes he thinks that maybe he shouldn’t have taken that pill. 

Baby fever is a fucking nightmare, He thinks to himself. Because he’s only twenty three. Yoongi’s twenty five. They still have time. Plus, they’re not even married yet. Or mated. 

Predictably though, Jimin can not stop thinking about it. He loves kids; adores everything about their tiny existence— and to know that he can actually bring one to life with the man he loves…it stirs something so delicate within him. He almost… yearns for it. His reels, his for you page— all of it is filled with the littlest babies. Some of them are on how humans have actually conceived dragon babies, a feat that’s more common than Jimin had anticipated. 

Altogether, he’s itching to start a family. 

But were they ready? Yoongi and Jimin have only been dating for just a little over a year now. Wasn’t it still too soon to make such life changing decisions? They need to properly plan. 

Besides…what would Jimin even tell his parents?

Oh god, his parents. How can he tell them that he’s pregnant? It’ll be so weird.

“Jimin-ah.”

The human shakes his head, humming in response. 

“Your scent is a bit off. Did you spray a new perfume?”

Jimin furrows his brow. “Uh, no?”

“Huh,” Yoongi noses into his neck. “There’s definitely something weird. Good weird, but still weird.”

“You’re weird,” Jimin huffs, pushing the man away. “You and your stupid dragon nose.”

But Yoongi only inches closer, nose pressed up against his neck now. “It’s almost… milky.”

“Milky?” Jimin’s just getting more confused. “Are you sure your nose is okay? The last time I checked, you said I smell citrusy.”

“Yeah…” Yoongi trails off and then abruptly freezes. “ Shit .”

“What?” Jimin asks, alarmed by the sudden change. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to get you to a doctor,” Yoongi says, getting up and pulling Jimin to his feet as well. Jimin tugs his hand back.

“What’s going on?” he demands. “ Yoongi.”

The man looks everywhere but his eyes.

“I think…the pill may not have worked.”

Jimin’s entire world comes to a standstill.

—

The room is silent as they wait. 

Yoongi had driven them to the hospital and had taken care of everything at the receptionist. 

“Can’t we just buy a test from the pharmacy?” Jimin had whispered. His hands were laying over his belly unconsciously. 

“I’m not sure if human ones respond the same way, besides, if worst comes to worst, we can…get something done as well.”

They hadn’t really talked about it after that. They wait for Dr. Kim to call them in, and the room is silent except for the low sound of the TV playing somewhere around. But Jimin’s much too panicky to notice. About half an hour later, a nurse calls for them and they go in.

“Ah, Mr. Min and Mr. Park,” the doctor smiles. “Nice to see you again, how are things?”

“Good,” Yoongi gives a strained smile. “We were wondering if we could get…a test done.”

The man looks at Jimin, who’s looking at his feet. “Has his scent changed?”

“Yeah.”

“I see,” the doctor gestures at a nurse. “We’ll set up a scan. It’s more reliable than the tests because they haven’t developed a proper one yet.”

Jimin inhales shakily. Yoongi takes his hand in his, squeezing it gently. It takes about another ten minutes for the nurse to set everything up and get Jimin up on the bed. His shirt is lifted up, a cool gel applied on his belly. And it’s fucking surreal. He squeezes Yoongi’s hand tightly. The alpha leans over to quickly kiss his head. 

Dr. Kim runs the scanner over his belly and Jimin’s quite sure that everyone can hear his heart thudding away at his ribcage. 

There’s a slight pause in the doctor’s movements and then he points at the monitor. “Looks like there’s an egg in there all right.”

Every other noise turns into background noise as Jimin focuses on his own breathing, trying to regulate it but shit, how the fuck do you breath?

It’s Yoongi’s voice that grounds him again. The man is saying something, in a low and steady voice. Then he feels the man’s hand gently touch his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had somehow escaped Jimin’s eye. 

“Hey, hey, you’re going to be fine.” Yoongi whispers. “This is completely your decision okay? It all depends on whether you feel like you’re ready or not, okay Jimin?”

“We’ll give you two some space,” Dr. Kim says. “But I’m afraid I can only spare about 5 minutes in this room, I’ve another appointment.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Jimin hears Yoongi say. And then—- “Jimin, love, I’m so serious when I say you can choose whatever, okay?”

“I know,” Jimin whispers. He rubs his eyes harshly, one hand settling on his belly. He hadn’t even noticed anyone pulling his shirt down, but someone had apparently. “I just don’t think I’m ready for a kid, Yoongi.”

“And that’s completely okay,” the dragon says. “We can book an abortion.”

Jimin’s heart pangs. “What? No . You don’t want our baby?”

Yoongi scrutinises him. “Do you?”

The human looks away. “I…kinda do.”

“I do too, Jimin,” Yoongi slowly says. “But I need you to be one-hundred percent comfortable with it. You said you’re not ready for one.”

“I know, I know. But I’ve been high on this baby fever—all my feeds are full of kids,” Jimin rambles. “And I love kids, Yoongi. But I’m still 23. And I just started my internship. It’s just…”

“If you’re worried about finances, don’t be. I’ll take care of all that.”

“But what about my future?”

“Our future,” Yoongi gently corrects him. “Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you Jimin. And you don’t have to quit your job or anything, we’ll figure it out somehow okay? I’m not leaving you to be a househusband unless that’s what you actually want. We’re in this together.”

Jimin sniffles. “It’s really scary though. How will we tell our parents?”

“Mine would understand more than yours,” Yoongi muses. “Mostly because they wouldn’t be shocked that a man is pregnant.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“We could modify the truth a bit, say that we decided to adopt a kid. What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?”

“I—I guess so.”

“We’ll figure it out with time. But if you really want this baby, I’ll be right here to support you through everything, Jimin.”

The door opens then, and Dr. Kim peeks in apologetically. “We have another couple waiting.”

Yoongi nods. And then looks at Jimin. 

“What do you say, love?”

Jimin takes a deep breath, steeling himself. 

“Let’s have a baby.”

—

Dr. Kim gives them instructions on how to navigate through the hosting period. He prescribes a set of vitamins Jimin should take, as well as tells them to drop by for weekly check-ups. Jimin’s to expect some bodily changes of course, but nothing as drastic as a human pregnancy. 

“What about…lactation?” he asks in a small voice. 

“Like I mentioned previously, you can stimulate your areolas by suckling. But if that doesn’t seem to work out, we can prescribe some stimulating medicine. Or of course, you could settle for formulas. Maybe we could contact a currently-breastfeeding mother or father to give out the extra bit.”

Jimin purses his lips. “I think we should consider doing it ourselves first, right?” He looks at Yoongi, then back at the doctor. “Are there any side effects in using formulas?”

“None at all,” Dr. Kim kindly says. 

Jimin hums. “Still, I think I should give it a try myself.”

“You’re going to have a lot of physical changes then,” the doctor says. “And mood drops because of hormonal changes. It might be taxing on you both physically and mentally.”

The human squeezes Yoongi’s hand. “I know.”

“You’re really sure about this?” Yoongi asks, voice low. His eyes are gentle as they lock with Jimin’s. 

“You’re going to take care of me, right?” Jimin asks. 

“Of course.”

“Then yeah,” he smiles. “I’m sure.”

Their foreheads touch briefly. 

“How do I know if stimulating lactation is working?” He asks, a beat more confident that he’d been before. 

“Your breasts grow,” Dr. Kim says. “The size varies of course, but if you start seeing any changes then it’s working.”

“And what about the diet?”

“Hold off on alcohol, lower caffeine to maybe a cup of coffee weekly—-or even less. Eat a lot of meat and greens. You’re not vegan are you?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“No smoking of course.” The man scribbles down on his notepad. “You can expect some omegaen tendencies, like scenting and nesting as well. You’ll get some cravings, maybe even a week or two of morning sickness.”

Yoongi kisses his temple. 

“If there’s any complication, feel free to contact me at any time.” The doctor smiles kindly. “I know you’ll do just fine though. All your reports are normal, there’s nothing to be worried about. Just take good care of yourself.”

“Thank you,” Jimin nods. “I’ll text if I have more questions, is that okay?”

“Of course.”

The couple stands up. Yoongi leads them out of the hospital, hand on the small of Jimin’s back. They stop by the nearby pharmacy to pick up the prescribed meds. 

“You okay?” Yoongi questions, voice soft, breaking Jimin out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” He looks at the man. “Yeah, I mean. It’s going to be okay, right?”

“I’ll do everything in my power so it will be,” Yoongi affirms. “I’ll protect you and the little one.”

Little one. Jimin’s eyes well up with tears. Oh lord, they’re having a baby.

“Jimin?” Yoongi sounds alarmed. “Why are you crying?”

“Nothing,” he gives a wet laugh. “I’m happy . ”

Yoongi’s face relaxes into a relieved smile. “Yeah? We’re going to be dads.”

“I’m papa,” Jimin immediately claims. 

“Guess I’ll be appa then,” the dragon chuckles fondly. “Do you have any names planned?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Not yet. God, I haven’t even thought of a single one.”

“We have a few months for that.” Yoongi reassures him. “Although, I may already have one,” his voice is bashful as he says it. 

“What, what?”

“Jeongguk, if it’s a boy”

“Jeongguk.” Jimin tests the name out. There’s a certain ring to it. “I like it.”

“I know. I’m amazing like that.”

“Shut up, you still have to make up for knocking me up.”

They arrive at their apartment complex and get down from the car.

“I’ll spend the next few months making up for it,” Yoongi promises. His arm wraps loosely around Jimin’s waist. “Until the baby comes, you’ll have my undivided attention anyway.”

“We’ll have to start buying things, huh?” They get on the lift. Yoongi presses the button to their floor. “Clothes, a crib, toys…”

“I think,” the alpha starts. “Maybe we should invest in a house? Our apartment is objectively small for a family, don’t you think?”

Jimin thinks about it. The elevator tings, signalling their arrival at their floor. “It’s not that small. Besides, do we have enough for that?”

“We’ll look into it. And anyway, once our families know I’m sure we’ll get a few needed things from them as well.”

“I suppose,” Jimin agrees. He unlocks the door and they walk in. “I wonder how appa and eomma will react though.”

Yoongi kisses the back of his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to them if you want me to,” he gets a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes. Jimin raises an eyebrow questioningly. Then, the man gets down on one knee. The human’s eyes widen.

“No…”

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi begins, voice thick with emotion . “I know this isn’t the most romantic timing or place…but this is where we first kissed that night,” And Jimin remembers it so well like it was yesterday: Jimin had forgotten his umbrella that day. He’d left the coffee shop when it was pouring with rain that night. Yoongi had called him up when Jimin had barely just found his way to some shelter. Yoongi had immediately asked him if he was outside when it was raining heavily, gently scolding the younger  before asking for his location. Jimin gets picked up and bought to their apartment—-back then it was just Yoongi’s—-and it was Jimin who kissed first. Then he’d promptly sneezed, leading to the alpha reprimanding him for forgetting his umbrella when the weather was clearly predicted to be rainy. Jimin had rolled his eyes and said that he didn’t check the weather. 

“You’re going to give me grey hairs early,” Yoongi had said, then.

Now, in the very same place just a few months later, he pulls out a box seemingly out of nowhere, a beautiful rose-gold ring nestled in it—“Will you marry me and make me the happiest man on Earth, Park Jimin?”

“Oh my god,” Jimin tears up. “Yoongi…”

“Is that a yes?”

Jimin nods vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “When did you…”

Yoongi stands up, taking the ring out and gently sliding it up Jimin’s ring finger. “A few months ago. You mentioned you love rose-gold.”

“Months ago?” Jimin repeats. “You—that long? ”

“I knew you were my end game the first time I saw you,” Yoongi nods. “It’s like that for dragons, but I knew that humans take time to know. So I waited. I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Is that why you kept calling me your mate? Even though we haven’t actually mated?”

Another nod. “A mating bite is just a physical sign of being mated—it just further solidifies the bond.”

Jimin finally takes a good look at the ring. “It’s beautiful,” he whispers. The dainty rose-gold band holds a delicate and beautiful pink diamond. “Like you.”

Yoongi laughs shyly. “Coming from you, that’s a god-tier compliment. Thank you.”

Jimin kisses him and then immediately jumps up and down. “We have to tell our parents!”

The alpha nods, eyes fond and soft as they focus on Jimin. 

“Yeah. Let’s.”

—

Mating, Jimin comes to learn, is why Yoongi’s canines are more pronounced. Apparently Yoongi will bite him, the canines breaking through his skin. It’s a bit jarring, but it’s important to Yoongi, so it’s important to Jimin too.

The pain he expects doesn’t even hit him though, mostly because he’s just orgasmed and Yoongi’s knotted him and the stretch has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Yoongi bites him then, and Jimin barely has it in him to gasp. 

“You have to bite me too, baby,” Yoongi murmurs gently. Always so gently. He’s been softer in how he handles Jimin these days. “Bite hard as you can.”

Jimin does, though he’s not sure if he succeeds. But Yoongi sings gentle praises in his ears so he figures that he must’ve done well. 

Since Jimin’s human, his bite on Yoongi’s shoulder won’t actually last, but it’s just to imitate the feeling of the ritual anyway. 

They mate a mere two days after Yoongi had proposed, mostly because they had no reason to wait anymore anyway. 

Afterwards, Yoongi’s increasingly more doting, always ready to do whatever Jimin asks of him and more. He plates more than Jimin usually eats, but he also doesn’t force him to eat all of it anyway: Just gently reminds him that his body and the baby needs proper nutrition. Whenever he has to leave for work before Jimin wakes up, he always leaves a cup of water and his medicine that Jimin has to take right beside breakfast on the table. 

Every afternoon however, it’s Jimin who reminds him of his other duty: inducing lactation. Or in simpler terms, sucking on Jimin’s nipples until Jimin’s just about ready to come from that.

Yoongi always makes sure his mate is comfortable before proceeding. Most of the time they do it in bed, Yoongi latching on to each nipple, showering them with attention until they’re red and sore. Jimin can only moan and arch his back into it. 

Almost a month into it, Jimin can actually see the change—his chest is plumper. It’s a bit weird, he won’t lie, but it’s also sort of thrilling. He’s going to feed their baby by himself. 

“Yoongi-yah,” he calls. Knows the man would hear him from wherever he is in the apartment. 

Just as predicted, Yoongi steps into the bathroom, leaning down to press a quick kiss onto Jimin’s lips. “Yeah?”

“Look,” Jimin cups his own chest (breasts?, he wonders). “Do you see it?”

Yoongi inhales sharply. “You’re growing tits .”

A startled laugh bursts from Jimin’s lips. “That’s one way to say it.”

The man stands from behind him, his own hands cupping Jimin’s, completely covering the human’s tiny ones—and squeezes. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Shh,” Jimin reprimands. “You need to stop cursing so much.”

“The kid can’t even understand anything yet.”

“How dare you insult little jeonggukie!” Jimin gasps. Yoongi laughs. 

“But it’s the truth. Besides, are you sure it’s even a boy in here?” One of his hands gently caresses Jimin’s belly as he says this.. 

Jimin nods confidently. “I have a feeling.”

“Mmm, guess we should listen to your papa senses then.”

Jimin leans back, letting his weight fall on Yoongi. “I think we should paint the crib pastel purple, by the way.” 

“You need to stop changing your mind every two seconds, babe.”

“No, this is final.” Jimin protests. “Pastel purple is a lovely colour.”

“We’ll go out and buy the paint tomorrow then,” Yoongi says. 

They had already told Yoongi’s family about the situation—they’re apartment now has a significant amount of good-quality hand-me-down baby items, some belonging to Yoongi and some belonging to his older brother and his family. But Yoongi had rejected the second-hand crib they'd been offered—the man had muttered something along the lines of needing to build at least one piece of furniture for his kid with his own bare hands. Jimin had agreed on the basis of seeing Yoongi shirtless and sweaty, eyes sharp as he assembled the crib.

“Also, I’ve been talking to Geumjae,” Geumjae is Yoongi’s older brother, a real estate agent. “He thinks that we should get a house as well. He could look into one that’s budget-friendly and good for a family.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah. Everything’s coming together, huh?” 

Jimin smiles, eyes closing as he tips his head back and breathes in Yoongi’s musk. Everything was coming together.

“I love you so much, Yoongi,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.”

“Me too,” Yoongi says. “ God , me too, Jimin. I’m so in love with you, it’s crazy.”

“Good.” A little giggle leaves his lips when Yoongi playfully nips at his mating bite. “Now come on, you big bad alpha, you have some tits to suck if you want me to feed your child.”

Yoongi picks him up with a teasing growl—and the bathroom door closes behind them.