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Jimin always admired Min Yoongi. The way he talked, the way he walked, the way he thought, even the way he looked at things or people. His eyes were simply too pretty for their own good. They were small yet big, cat-like, and had this constant darkness in them. A dark tiredness. Sometimes the mean type of tiredness, sometimes the kinder type. No matter which type it was, Jimin couldn't help but accidentally fall in love with everything about those eyes.

Yoongi himself was naturally hard to read when it came to everybody else, but with Jimin he was like an open book. Well, no, Yoongi tried to be completely closed. Unfortunately for him, Park Jimin was a sneaky devil, and managed to scan all the pages in this book with slow succession. He was practically a Min Yoongi expert now.

He knew a lot about the sweetly snappy, grumpy, sleepy Yoongi's personality. Favorite way to be held, that his favorite skinship was hand holding, and that he liked being called things like cute, pretty, and handsome. He grew to know so much about his "tsundere friend" that Yoongi himself often acted disturbed, offended, or disgusted. But they'd both be lying if they said Yoongi didn't know Jimin just as well.

However, a particular thing Jimin didn't know too well about his friend...

... was his rut.

Because the lovely Min Yoongi was a cat hybrid.

And sure Jimin was curious about mating cycles with hybrids at times, seeing as how he himself was only human, but he never really tried to think much about his close cat friend going into such a thing. Usually because it left him with painful, unwanted boners due to very sexual thoughts.

However, as these things usually go, it had to happen at some point.

And that was why he ended up here, on his couch, eating pizza at like nine 'o clock at night, simply watching television when he heard harsh and frantic knockings at his front door.

He nearly dropped his slice when he jumped out of his seat in a panic. Because with the way this person was knocking, either somebody was getting butchered and someone came to his house for help, or he was framed for crime and a very aggressive squad of policemen were about to burst in and shoot him up before handcuffing his corpse.

But as he sped to the door and yanked it open, he saw neither of his first two assumptions. Instead, what he saw in front of him was another man. A man slightly taller than him, with messy black hair and two tuffs of matching, furry feline ears poking out from his head. His dark eyes were desperate looking, and Jimin could instantly see that his skin was slick with sweat.

"Holy shit, hyung!" were the first words to come out of Jimin's mouth, and Yoongi wasted no time in pushing his way past Jimin in a hurry. "What the fuck? What'd you do, run a mile or something?"

Yoongi launched himself onto Jimin's couch, and Jimin's eyes widened in worry when he saw how Yoongi wore what looked like layers of clothing.

"Yoongi, what's with the scarves and sweaters and stuff?" Jimin asked immediately as he shut the door, coming forward to Yoongi and resting the back of his hand against a very tired looking Yoongi's forehead. "Aish, hyungah, are you burning up?

Yoongi coughed out a single laugh, smiling a silly, lazy smile as he gently swatted Jimin's wrist away. He peered up at the dongsaeng through his lashes. But Jimin glared down at him strongly, demanding an answer, and Yoongi sighed and sat up. He unwrapped three scarves from his neck; First black, then red with white, and then dark blue. Jimin tilted his head in utter, desperate confusion as he went to move his coffee table which held the pizza box closer to his tv, believing his hyung needed as much space as possible. Meanwhile, Yoongi took off his dark gray sweater, revealing a brown one underneath it, till he took off that one and finally let an oversized white tee shirt show.

"Jesus, fuck, finally," Yoongi huffed tossing everything across the couch carelessly as he went back to lounging across the sofa. Jimin stood there for a moment, staring at Yoongi expectantly.

...

"What."

"Dude, what the actual fuck."

"Ugghh." Yoongi immediately groaned, and Jimin stomped his way over and plopped himself right next to him.

"Don't ugghh me! What the hell were all these clothes about?" Jimin started, yet again resting the back of his hand on Yoongi's forehead, who shivered slightly. "Are you okay, hyung? You came at my door like you were dying or something!"

Yoongi blinked at Jimin for a moment, his face somewhat pensive before he spoke. "I put on all those clothes because I was fucking freezing. I knew what was happening, so I ran all the way here and then I started burning up, now I'm all sweaty and shit. And now they're off."

"Hyung, is this a fever or something??" Jimin questioned worriedly, resting another hand against Yoongi's chest. The collar of Yoongi's shirt was low like a U-line, and Jimin saw how his chest was also covered in a sheen of sweat. His worries grew.

"Nah, not a fever..." Yoongi stated blandly, waving a hand dismissively in the air. "I got all cold like I needed hugs and.. somebody else's body heat... Then hot like I needed to get all my clothes off and.. uh.." He glanced at Jimin, then focused on the tv that was still playing. "I couldn't do that outside or anything, so..."

"Yoongiah, going hot and cold honestly sounds like a fe-"

"It's a rut."

...

"A huh?"

"A rut, dummy." Yoongi repeated, his eyes fixing on Jimin boldly now, and he felt himself flinch mentally for some reason.

"You're.. oh.. Oh whoa..!" was all that left Jimin's mouth at first. Honestly, he had heard the word clearly the first time, but this was the first time he's ever been around Yoongi during a cycle like this, and from all the stories and facts he's heard of dominant hybrids going into ruts.. Well...

His eyes left Yoongi's, turning somewhere to the floor instead while his cheeks doubtlessly burned up.

He'd rather not think too much about it right now.

"So... You're okay though?" Jimin finally asked, "Like, nothing hurt or anything?" Yoongi shook his head, arms coming to fold behind his head. "Nope, nothing hurt.. And as for being okay in other ways.. Not completely..."

Jimin looked back at him now, his eyes running Yoongi up and down curiously. "And why did you come to me, hyung? You say you of course can't take your clothes off outside, but you were on your way here with eveything on in the first place."

And then it was Yoongi's turn to look away. One ear twitched for a moment, and his long, sleak black tail came to curl in against his lap. Jimin's hand automatically reached to hold it, as he always did. Yoongi made a face at him, but just as always, he never pulled away.

"Well..." Yoongi cleared his throat, turning his face away from Jimin entirely, and Jimin felt his interest peak. "I just..."

"Just...?" Jimin gently urged, holding Yoongi's tail in one hand, and caressing it softly with the other. Yoongi's chest rose as he took in a deep breath, and he seemed to hold it for a few seconds. He blew it out with puffed out cheeks, and Jimin sat silently with big eyes when Yoongi turned back to face him.

"I... okay so -- I -- I need.." Yoongi tried again, removing one arm from behind his head, and now rubbing his free hand against his forehead in some kind of frustration.

Or was it embarrassment?

"Yooouuu neeeed?--"

"Damn it, Jiminah," Yoongi huffed, his brows furrowing with a twitch of his beautiful tail. "I... needyourmhmmph..."

Jimin squinted at him a bit, unable to hear that last part. "My what? You need my what?"

"Yourhermlph..." Yoongi mumbled, hiding his face in his wonderfully big hand.

"Ahh, hyung you can't be all cute right now if you've gotta seriously tell me something!" Jimin scolded gently, trailing two fingers up and down Yoongi's tail. Yoongi, as Jimin knew he would, grinned a bit at the words and action, and his shoulders eased a bit. "I... okay. I needyourhelp..."

"My... help?" Jimin asked slowly. Yoongi said the last part a little quick, but Jimin could hear it better nonetheless. His hyung, who was in his rut, needed his help! ... But.. why, exactly?

Wait. 

Wait. How does one help others in heats and ruts when they're in desperate need of sexual stimulation.

So, as bluntly as possible for the sake of them both, Jimin asked almost exactly that.

"Why and... and how?"

Yoongi groaned, shutting his eyes tightly, and Jimin dug his fingers in a bit to properly massage Yoongi's tail.

In an instant, Yoongi's eyes widened, and he sat up straight to take hold of both of Jimin's wrists. Jimin froze up, all of his movements having stopped. Now he was sitting there, his eyes locking onto the sharper pair that were staring straight through him.

"Jimin, I -- you -- you can't --" Yoongi struggled to speak out after a moment of intense silence, and Jimin didn't have the bravery to try and openly guess his words this time. "... you can't touch me like that right now. I'm in my rut cycle, and it's gonna start getting real intense soon, and I already have enough trouble even talking to you right now, let alone about why I'm even here in the first place."

His voice was rough. It was low and jagged, and it undoubtedly rose a small fire in Jimin's stomach, although he tried to overlook it. "... But can you try...?" Jimin said, his eyes going down to look at the way Yoongi held his wrists. The other's hands were so big. So big compared to his own. Yoongi's fingers were so long and slender, hands so veiny and so sexy, whereas Jimin's shorter fingers and small hand size would be granted as... well... cute.

"What?" Yoongi's voice came and snapped Jimin out of his thoughts, and he raised his gaze back up to meet the dark eyes staring into him. "Can you try?" Jimin repeated, feeling his mouth go oddly dry. "To tell me, I mean?... Clearly it's important and.. well, you can trust me with anything! Like I trust you with anything, you know?"

Yoongi stared at him silently, and Jimin felt himself feel smaller. But still, he continued to push the matter. "A-And you're here anyway, and I'm not just letting you leave after you came to me for help!" Jimin's eyes wandered back to Yoongi's hands, whose grip had neither loosened nor tightened. "And... I don't really think I want you going to anyone else about it."

Then it was at this that the hands loosened, and Jimin glanced back up to see Yoongi's expression had visibly softened up. "I hope that's not weird or anything, but.. you're my best friend, and I wanna help you with this, even if it's something like -- like ruts. I do..." He leaned forward ever so slightly, feeling a bit of heat rush to his cheeks, eyes big and genuine. "So please... Can you just tell me...?"

And apparently that was all it took.

Because the next thing Jimin knew, he was suddenly on his back, wrists pinned above his head and legs apart, with the older man between them, towering over Jimin's smaller body. Yoongi's heated eyes stared into him for only a moment before he suddenly dipped down and caught Jimin's lips in his own, in which Jimin at first froze... before reacting to the lovely sensation.

And let Jimin tell you, the kiss was amazing. Experiencing such a thing for the first time with the hyung he felt strong feelings for for such a long time now left him stunned, and orgasmic fireworks went off in his head. Yoongi's lips were so soft, and he was a rather skilled kisser. Jimin let out a small, natural moan into the other's mouth. And then that's when he felt a tongue slip through his lips.

Simultaneously something stiff grinded against Jimin's hardening crotch, and he let out a muffled yelp in pleasured surprise because holy fucking shit.

"Y -- Yoongi?" Jimin tried to speak, his tongue being viciously attacked by the other one. Now he already knew Yoongi's practically mastered the arts of tongue movement, as Yoongi was never too shy about his past sexual experiences once you got close with him. But Jimin was still supprised at how fucking good it felt. And the grinding; The way Yoongi's hips worked back and forth into him with no hesitation, fueled up the fire in Jimin's stomach. And his legs came to automatically wrap around Yoongi's waist, hands running up Yoongi's back to feel him up.

He dragged his nails down through the thin shirt, and he wished he was touching underneath it. To feel the skin. Yoongi growled positively into his mouth, the sound and vibrations making Jimin's soft voice slip out once again.

"God, Jiminah," Yoongi huffed, delivering a particularly hard thrust against Jimin. "You have no fucking idea what you're doing to me right now."

Jimin giggled, feeling something hot and flirtatious rise in him. Yoongi's mouth attacked and nipped at Jimin's neck, and the sensations were like fiery little sparks kissing his skin. Everything about this felt so, so very hot. So wild. A little dangerous even, considering this was his best friend who he's never been intimate with, who was going through an animalistic rut cycle.

And although there was a chance that they could possibly regret this later, Jimin's mind was far too fogged in yearning and lust for the man above him.

"Show me," Jimin huffed, his eyes slipping shut with a little pleasurable smile. "Show me what I do to you." In response, Jimin suddenly felt teeth sink into the skin of his neck. Two rather sharp canines stood out especially, doubling the pain in Yoongi's bite. Jimin yelped, furrowing his brows at the sensation, and he felt Yoongi's tongue immediately run over the bite.

"You sure, Jiminah?" Yoongi whispered against Jimin's skin, and his hips never paused in their thrusts between Jimin's shaky legs. "I dunno if I'll be able to hold back. I can't. I can't hold back once I start." Jimin laughed, biting at his lower lip and cupping Yoongi's face in his hands, pulling him up to look into Jimin's eyes. "You came to me for a reason right? To have me help you?" Jimin questioned, "Well I'm sure I can help and I'm sure that I can take you."

He squeezed his strong legs around the other's waist tightly, and Yoongi let out a low groan. Jimin batted his eyelashes up at him, grinning his smile of seduction. "You look like you'd go absolutely crazy anyway if I deny... I'm a big boy, hyung, I can take it..~"

Lips met Jimin's own aggressively, and Yoongi was suddenly lifting him up and off the couch. Jimin squeaked, but felt a new wave of excitement hit him. Yoongi was not one to try and pick him up often, but he was so far off into this rut of his that he carried Jimin away without any thought, it seemed. And Jimin liked that.

Their intense make out followed all the way upstairs, Jimin's mouth and moans only growing more and more eager. And from the way Yoongi kept nipping and tugging at Jimin's lips, he had a feeling he was turning Yoongi rather eager himself. Yoongi, having been in Jimin's house numerous times, already knew the exact way to the bedroom without much need of sight. Yoongi pinned Jimin against his bedroom door for a moment before opening and storming his way in with him.

Jimin was tossed onto his bed before he could think, and Yoongi was once again towering over him. The both of them laughed darkly at each other as Yoongi took to aggressively undoing Jimin's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping before he began to violently pull the denim bottoms off. Their lips continued to fight through it all, and Jimin couldn't help but tug at Yoongi's shirt, having the intense need to see and feel his skin.

Before he knew it, his legs were already free from his jeans, and Yoongi settled right in between them, sitting on the bed as Jimin's head fell properly against the pillow.

"You seem eager," Jimin huffed, feeling a sensual smile come across his face as Yoongi's hands went to the collar of his own shirt, and he started to pull. "Yeah, and I've got a biological mating cycle driving me," Yoongi countered, and tugged his shirt off of his body right then and there, and Jimin's eyes only darkened. "What's your excuse?"

"Do I need one?" Jimin tried to sass back, but he yelped once Yoongi's hands shot down to his shirt too. And with a movement of finesse, Jimin's black shirt was off and thrown somewhere neither of them really could have cared about. Jimin was in his underwear now, yet still felt so very hot. Yoongi still had his sweatpants on, one that showed off a rather noticeable tent, and for some reason Jimin doubted that his hyung was wearing underwear too. Yoongi's mouth was back, except this time Jimin felt heat and wetness and a ticklish sensation lock around his right nipple, and he nearly screamed.

"O-Oh god! Hyung, hyung!!" Jimin threw his head back against the pillow, biting against his plush lower lip and holding it firmly between his teeth. "Holy.. f-fucking shit..!" His eyes shut tightly for a moment, before he opened them again to look down at Yoongi.

And he almost wished he hadn't. 

Because Yoongi's dark, feline eyes were looking right back up at him. They had the most taunting glare in them, Jimin could have sworn he saw the corners of his working lips pull up into a sinful grin for just a split second. It made Jimin twitch; both his leg and his dick, and Yoongi began to nibble down on Jimin once he felt it. Teeth and tongue and lips pleasures and tortured Jimin's bud until he began to kick his legs around, his lips quivering as he whined, and Yoongi was able to see completely how he squeaked and squealed and squirmed underneath him.

Yoongi pulled away after a second of intense sucking, and Jimin gasped harshly to try and pull in proper breath. But before he could settle into a pattern, the tongue came to circle right around is left nipple, and Jimin yelped. Yoongi laughed hotly against his skin, and his tongue circled and circled and circled... before he finally drew his tongue over Jimin's nipple. The action forced out a soft, wavery noise from the younger's throat, and Jimin's stomach tingled as he noticed Yoongi was taking his time on this one, now choosing to overwhelm him in a different way.

Yoongi growled lowly, and he felt up Jimin's body with big, warm hands. Jimin felt himself slowly enter a space of clouds, not having felt anything like this in a while. In a long while.

Especially not with a man like Yoongi.

Yoongi teased his tongue around and over Jimin's nipple, and he had to put his arm over his eyes to hide the desperate look in them. Nevertheless, Yoongi didn't ease up. His teeth came down to nibble on the sensitive bud gently, before he sweetly sucked it in between his lips. The feeling of Yoongi's hot, sensitive mouth caused one of his legs to twitch, and his hands quickly raised to grip at Yoongi's shoulders.

"F-Fuck, Yoongi!" Jimin stuttered almost immediately, "Yoongiah.. Stop doing that, enough! Just -- Just fuck me already, oh my god." He did not like how desperate he felt here. He felt small, needy, like he was the one in the rut or something. Yoongi liked it though, judging from the smile that was flashed down at him. With black hair strands over his dark eyes, he brought his face forward to press his lips onto Jimin's collarbone. The other at first sighed in relief, thinking the torment would be over and they'd both be getting what they wanted real soon. However, Yoongi's sudden suckling, hot, deep kisses that were starting to be littered all across his chest had told him otherwise.

"You want it like this," Yoongi growled against Jimin's honey-toned skin, and he suppressed a whimper. Yoongi continued, speaking lowly with fierce kisses at Jimin's neck during so. "You want me to build you up before I break you down, yeah? Quiet down and let me."

"M-Mm!~" Jimin let out a particularly feminine moan at the feeling of teeth digging into a certain spot below his jawline, "If you... w-wanted me to actually quiet down, you'd -- you'd stop being a little jerk!"

"And how am I being a jerk, exactly?" Yoongi questioned with a flat tone, pressing a sweet kiss against the bitten spot, before wandering around to bite at more. Jimin's body reacted instantly, gasping as his hips moved off of the bed.

"Ugh, like that!!"

Yoongi simply laughed. Jimin could always make him laugh.

The two were suddenly in another makeout session, except this time Jimin was finally able to run his hands all over and dig his nails into Yoongi's skin. His sweet, pale skin. Before long, they were already wandering over to try and finally get rid of Yoongi's sweatpants, the other aggressively roaming his large hands around Jimin's somewhat petite figure.

After he was satisfied with Jimin's red, breathless face and quivering puffy lips, Yoongi finally sat back up and set to helping out Jimin's needy little hands. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled, pulling lower and lower until...

A hardened seven-incher sprung out. And Jimin's eyes went as wide as dinner plates on a thanksgiving night.

Before Jimin could even comprehend the sight before him, hands were suddenly now at his own last piece of fabric. They felt up underneath his underwear to grip the cheeks of his ass, and Jimin let out a loud, slutty whine when Yoongi suddenly squeezed. And fuck, didn't he squeeze hard.

"A-Ah!! Ungh!~" Jimin gasped and whined further as he felt the clothing being tugged off, and he felt his dick twitch into the open air. He shut his eyes, too lost in the moment to focus as Yoongi ripped the rest of the underwear right off of him. He heard Yoongi let out a soft little gasp, and he whined again in embarrassment.

"Fuck..." Yoongi started, leaning down toward Jimin's ass. His hands came to hold it again, digging his thumbs and causing Jimin to giggle gently. The sound made Yoongi giggle too, and that sound made Jimin's heart swell. He opened his eyes again, and caught Yoongi giving him the most intense stare yet. Giving his private parts the most intense stare yet.

Jimin felt himself go even redder in the face than before, and he felt himself squeal when Yoongi dug his fingers in to pull Jimin's cheeks apart.

"A-Aish, hyung! What are you doing..?" Jimin questioned breathlessly, his legs shaking only slightly in the air, and his jittery hands held close to his mouth. Yoongi gave one glance to Jimin, his expression nearly unreadable if it weren't for the dark shades of lust written all across his facial features.

"I'm gonna eat you."

Jimin gasped, his eyes widening again as Yoongi brought his gaze back over to Jimin's twitching cock, and finally down to the spot right between his cheeks. Jimin saw Yoongi's eyes dilate, his cat eyes going rather cat-like as he now gave all of his predatory attention to that one area.

"You -- you're going to.. eat me..." Jimin's words came out as more of a breathy, wondrous statement of realization rather than a question, his eyes clouding over with excitement and need. Yoongi didn't respond to him, instead licking his pretty pink lips and settling himself comfortably on the bed in a near laying position. Jimin's eyes watched with full attention, yet somehow his brain was far off somewhere else at the same time.

Oh God, oh my God, oh my fucking GOD.

He was going to be eaten. He was going to be eaten by his closest best friend who was also known as his crush. He was going to be eaten by his cat hybrid best friend who was in a rut, and Jimin hadn't been touched like this in so long. And his hole feels like a virgin's now and Yoongi's tongue is so good and Jimin isn't going to last long tonight and he's going to wet the bed and Yoongi's gonna see all of it AND HE'S KINDA FREAKING OUT.

But in the good way.

Lost in his hyper thoughts for a moment, Jimin hadn't noticed Yoongi lean forward to bring his face between Jimin's cheeks.

And therefore was pulled back to reality quite violently when he felt something slick... and soft swipe upward at his hole.

"Hng!~" Jimin's body tensed, his thighs clenching and his eyes widening. Yoongi grinned widely, a dirty kind of grin, and one of his ears twitched. His lengthy tail waved slowly behind him, mesmerizing as Yoongi brushed his tongue against Jimin's hole again. He took in a breath, trying to get himself to relax at the sensual sensation. The older gently licked the tip of his tongue up and down the shyly puckering hole for a few more, slow strokes, before he went into a more circular motion. The rim of Jimin's hole now becoming completely slicked up, he eased his lower body off of the bed and tried to bring himself closer to Yoongi's face.

"N-Ngh.." Jimin's sounds started to slip out without his consent, and his cheeks burned in humiliation. "That's... that's starting to feel r-really.. really, really good, hyung.." Yoongi didn't respond to him vocally, but his eyes glanced back up to stare into Jimin's own, and he felt himself nearly go into a state of shock at just how fucking evil looking that stare was.

It was so fucking hot.

Jimin averted his eyes up onto the ceiling, one hand coming to roam and carress at his chest, and the other coming up to cover over his quivering lips to block out any other sounds. Yoongi didn't seem to mind, his tongue continuing to work its slow, sinful strokes. Around and around it went, causing Jimin's hole to twitch and flutter open and shut hungrily. Yoongi's tongue was simply too good for Jimin, he even had to bite down on his own finger just to keep from moaning out too much.

And apparently Jimin's hole was too good for Yoongi. Because the movement went from patient, lovely strokes... to a prodding sensation right at the entrance.

Jimin's glistening eyes widened and he audibly gasped. The hand that was feeling over his chest shot back down to Yoongi's hair, and his legs started to shake impatiently as Yoongi continued to stare up at him with a gaze that was almost threatening. And perhaps it was threatening. A hybrid in their rut was rather unpredictable.

Other than the fact that they were obviously planning to fuck their cum into you, of course.

He felt the slick, determined muscle slip its way into Jimin's stubborn hole, and just that feeling alone got Jimin high off of it. He bit his lower lip harshly to hold in his gasp, and he could feel Yoongi's breath begin to go wonderfully shaky against his skin. He didn't stop though. That tongue started to travel in further and further, until as much as Yoongi could slide in was completely between Jimin's walls. It was almost unbearable. Ticklish, wet, the way the muscle rubbed up against his nerves, it left Jimin nearly tearing through the sheets with his nails. Left him breathless.

He felt pinches of pain at his thighs, and could tell Yoongi's own nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks all across his skin. The thought of it made it his cock twitch, and Yoongi laughed at the scene of it. He moved his tongue around, feeling allll around Jimin's walls, stretching him out and tasting him as much as he could before Jimin could feel him slide back out again, but not completely. The tip stayed in, and Yoongi flicked his tip as much as he could, and the weird sensation made Jimin's legs fall further apart.

"N-Ngh.. Ngh.." Jimin furrowed his brows, biting his bottom lip so tightly that he thought he tasted something metallic. God, he wanted the other to fuck him bad. Bad. With his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Everything.

Yoongi didn't respond to Jimin's sounds with anything else other than his stare, and the slow thrusting and wriggling of his tongue. Jimin's body squirmed softly, the softness and the wetness inside of him building up heat all around his body. He didn't notice how he was beginning to sweat, how his brown hair stuck to his forehead. The fire in him was building up, and it was building up fast.

"Ugh, hyung, hyung!" Jimin called down to the other, his voice wavery and week, "Faster, fuck.. Just.. Just please go faster..!"

Though he was pretty sure his eyes were losing focus, he had a clear view of Yoongi's eyes. How they suddenly lit up in a determined fire, and how his brows furrowed. Maybe there was a little grin there to... Cocky. Aggressive.

And all that cockiness and aggression was put into Yoongi's tongue. He felt it suddenly move inside of him with new speed and extra force, and it sent sparks throughout his body and directly into his spine. Jimin gasped loudly, and his hips shot upward, as if trying to move away from the other's mouth. But Yoongi's hands were gripping him hard, and he forced Jimin back down against him.

"Mm -- mmh! MMH!~" Jimin's eyes rolled upwards, lids fluttering shut, brows furrowing further as he pressed his lips together. He didn't know why he was trying to hold back his moaning, but something about the entire thing made him feel more shy than usual, and he was much less willing to cry out for his hyung due to the pure pleasure and humiliation of it all. But at the same time, those two sources could very well cause him to so the exact opposite. And he should have known his hyung wanted the opposite.

Because Yoongi took an added step to his oral game on Jimin's body. Rather than simply move his tongue around and around and up and down inside of Jimin, he began to thrust.

Properly thrust.

Jimin felt a whole new wave of pleasure and sin wash over him once that tongue began to hit him in a new way. He squirmed harsher, Yoongi's grip got tighter, and Jimin's lips finally parted. A high pitched, long stream of whimpers and whines ran out of him like a broken instrument, and his fingers went right back to tugging into Yoongi's black locks. His eyes opened enough for him to be able to peer down at the older, and Jimin could see Yoongi's head moving up and down slightly between his thighs.

The sight along with the sensations were too much, and Jimin's cock stood from his stomach, which had now been glazed in pre cum. Jimin let out a sound close to a sob, his legs twitching and kicking out gently against the bed. One hand came to finally grip at his prick, and he tugged at it with speed. He caught himself on a whimper, choked, and a little tear ran down from a glistening eye. Yoongi laughed. He laughed at him. Then after one more moment of intense tongue-fucking, he pulled it out entirely to leave Jimin's eager hole clenching around nothing.

"Yeah, you like that." Yoongi rasped, his face still so close, "You fucking like that, don't you. Little whore." His tongue ran back up Jimin's wet hole roughly, and Jimin let out another cry as he continued to rub at himself needily. Then he suddenly felt a thick drop of wetness hit his aching cock, slicking up his movements more. Yoongi had spat on him, and holy shit did Jimin twitch.

"Don't make yourself cum too fast, now." Yoongi told him lowly, shifting to sit up on his knees. His dark feline eyes ran up Jimin's reddening cock, up his sweaty body and to his flushed face, then right back down to the slicked up hole. "Not done just yet. You're gonna cum because of me."

Jimin's entire face flushed as the fire swam everywhere in his body, and he let out an involuntary squeal. Yoongi was a dirty talker, and Jimin was seriously into that kind of shit. He bit his lip with a sensual hum as he felt teeth nip against his inner thighs, then flinched entirely when he felt Yoongi spit right on his hole. He furrowed his brows, his legs shivering just slightly.

"You ever been fingered before?" Yoongi's husky voice said, and Jimin felt himself throb.

Fuck fuck fuck he's gonna get fingered he's gonna get fingered.

And by YOONGI'S fingers no less.

He choked out a quick, "Y-Yes! Yeah!" and with a smiling bite of his lip, Yoongi was already pressing the tip of his finger against Jimin's hole. He circled the rim for a second or two, before the younger felt him push into it. He sank in with slow ease and groaned lowly, mumbling something about how nicely Jimin took him in. It had Jimin flash a humiliated grin, and he threw his arm over his eyes. Despite his somewhat shy nature, his wiggling hips proved that he was into it, and that he wanted it.

When he moved his arm sightly, he found Yoongi looking up at him with a quirk of his eye brow, expressions lustful but intrigued. "Don't act shy now, boy," he said, and Jimin whined a little deep in his throat, "You knew this was gonna happen eventually, yeah? Me fucking you like this?"

His voice was so hot and heavy, so sure of himself, and Jimin almost begged him to just start fucking him already until he felt Yoongi begin to move around inside of him. Yoongi worked his finger long, slender finger around and around, making sure to get every inch of Jimin's tunnel as he could manage. He pressed a deep kiss against Jimin's left thigh, and Jimin hissed in between his teeth. Which in turn caused Yoongi to give back an actual hiss, and Jimin felt stunned at just how turned on he was by the hostile cat sound.

Not to mention the sight of him was hot too; Yoongi's brows furrowing, eyes going even sharper, lips pulling apart widely to show off two lethal looking fangs with that sound coming out? Jimin might have just found a new kink. Yoongi's ear flicked, his tail lashing for a quick moment before it returned to its steady sway. They kept each other's gazes strong, even as Yoongi dipped his head down to suck at something the other couldn't see nor feel, and Jimin was going to take his turn with a bit of dirty talking until --

He felt another finger begin to slip in. Jimin took in a breath while Yoongi simply nibbled and sucked at the base of his cock, and Jimin threw his head back in a fit of frustrated pleasure. The second finger was very slick, so Yoongi must have been wetting it up just now. This time Jimin felt more of a stretch as this finger came in with the first one, and he grit his teeth as those burning sparks flared.

"Ugh," Jimin groaned lightly, pressing his head back deep into the pillow once Yoongi's two full fingers sunk in completely. Yoongi hushed him softly as he worked his fingers slow, deep, and gentle, and Jimin could do nothing but squirm and whimper sweetly. He could feel himself being stretched and toyed with, and his legs widened further as if he subconsciously thought Yoongi needed more room, which definitely wasn't the case. Yoongi had plenty of room to work with. The strokes of the two long fingers were so, so good, and Jimin felt it wind up something in his stomach. His nerves were touched, his walls were spread, and he began to gently pump himself again with one shaky hand.

Yoongi ran his pink tongue over his pink lips, eyes intense and focused. "You feelin' yourself over there?" he asked in his raspy tone, and Jimin nodded breathlessly, lips parted and eyes slipping shut. "You feelin' good, baby?" Jimin heard, and he nodded again, that low voice hitting him straight at his core. Yoongi chuckled, huffing out something about how small and shaky Jimin was, before he spread his two fingers in a scissoring motion. Jimin yelped, eyes snapping back open as his legs twitched. A warm hand came to hold at the head of his length, and Jimin felt Yoongi massage at it with skill.

"Shhh~" Yoongi shushed him again, voice soft, yet somewhere in there Jimin could pick out a pleased and sadistic tone. It made the younger dig into his lower lip, try to be good and not cause too much of a ruckus. But the feeling inside of him was starting to get so intense and Jimin was having trouble dealing with it. Yoongi seemed to tell, and he leaned in to press gentle kisses wetly against the underside of his tip. Whether this was to calm him down or rile him up, Jimin didn't know, but he sure knew that it gave him quite the pleasurable shock, and a thick bead of pre cum made its way out of the slit and onto the doll-like lips close by.

Yoongi squinted his eyes at Jimin, pulling back and licking the fluid off of his lips. Jimin gulped, throat running dry while his dick was rather the opposite.

"I've always thought about you, you know.." the cat hybrid murmured, moving his long fingers into Jimin expertly and stopping him from responding with proper words, instead just letting the human squeak out embarrassingly. "Been thinking about you during every rut, every second of it. I've been waiting to dig into you for so long now."

Jimin blinked at him with hazy eyes, a weak sound coming from his lips as he tried to talk. A warm, bubbly feeling ran throughout his chest as he realized the other had been thinking of him in this way too. This wasn't one-sided, Jimin wasn't the only wanting to be under Yoongi in bed rather than those other nameless partners. He wasn't the only one who wanted Yoongi in this way. This was mutual. And that made Jimin feel so good.

"I -- I've been -- w-wanting to -- aaHGK!~

But before Jimin got a real sentence out, he felt a very specific, very sharp pleasure hit him. It hit him with strong warmth, with precision, and Jimin's eyelashes fluttered as it ran right over everywhere. But it lingered in a certain spot, and Jimin knew what it was. He definitely knew what it was when Yoongi hit the blunt tips of his fingers against that spot again, and the same sensation repeated, except now Jimin gave out a proper moan, and his member throbbed in his hand excitedly.

Jimin didn't get to say anything except his hyung's name once he attacked him again, those fingers diving right back into that special spot, rubbing and prodding at his prostate with deep aim. His back arched on its own, and a sound the mix of a sob and a squeal rang into the air as Jimin's hips moved involuntarily to Yoongi's digits. His entire body just had a mind of its own, and his own actual mind was too clouded to do anything about it.

"U-ugh-gh!..~ N-Ngh -- UNGH!~ F-Fuck!! Hyun-ng! P-PLEASE!" Jimin called out to him, for him with the neediest tone to his voice, and the older ate it right up. This felt good. It felt so fucking good. Felt better than anyone else who had ever been inside, and his legs rose into the air. He began to work his length aggressively, feeling the fire in his stomach grow bigger and bigger while he burned up. Yoongi's fingers were no longer being so gentle or slow, but they kept that same fierce depth, and those eyes were locked on Jimin's hole, flicking up occasionally to take in Jimin's red facial expressions.

He didn't know how much time had been passing. Yoongi's finger-fucking clouded his mind, snatched his soul and left him salivating for more.

"This good, baby? Yeah?" Yoongi huffed, and he pressed fierce kisses against Jimin's inner thighs. It drew fiery sparks throughout Jimin's body, and his member grew slicker as he rubbed himself faster and faster. Yoongi's fingers went harder and harder. And Jimin's whining and pleading became messier and messier.

Everything became too much when that fire finally exploded. Like an erupting volcano, thick heat ran all over his body, and it all shot out of his tip in strong streams that decorated the soft honey-toned skin of his belly. His hand came up and clenched at the very tip, tugging harshly at the end and milking himself for all he was worth. And Yoongi's fingers did the same, their intensity never stopping as if he was trying to kill the other. He didn't slow down until Jimin had another spasm, and didn't actually stop until Jimin's unstable voice sobbed for him to.

Tears streamed down his red face, eyes staring up at the ceiling, lips quivering as he was calming down from his brutal high. Yoongi had been suckling and nibbling at his thighs, littering them in multiple little bruises. He slowly sat himself back up, now massaging at Jimin's thighs with his big, sexy fucking hands that the other could just never get enough of.

Despite having his energy literally spilled out of him, he felt ready for more. More. His hazy eyes shot down to Yoongi's body, taking in the other's appearance.

His skin, paler than Jimin's but just as sweaty, had a blush of faint pink running across his chest. His eyes were darkened with sin, the dialated pupils fixed right on Jimin, and Jimin felt his heart skip a beat just from the sight. But the thing that caught the most of his attention was the length protruding into the air. The pink, wet length that was still yet to be touched.

The one that Jimin had an impulsive need to wrap his lips over.

Yoongi followed his gaze, and coughed out a laugh. "What are you staring at?" he asked, using a mean tone that made Jimin bite his lip and give a flirtatious grin. He sat up and gripped Yoongi by the shoulders, steering the older to lay down on his back and now let him take the lead. Yoongi blinked at him, tail and ear twitching as if he was ready to argue. But Jimin leaned over the other's body and shut him up with a kiss.

"Hush," Jimin simply said, "You lay back for now. Let your little dongsaeng please you, yeah hyung?~" Yoongi seemed to glare at the other, and it made Jimin grin. The other really could be a lazy man, so Jimin was pretty sure that under normal circumstances his hyung wouldn't have been so fidgety about sitting back and letting his partner take the lead to suck him off. Jimin guessed it was due to the other's rut that he wanted to stay in total control of everything, and was therefore more grumpy about this option. Still though, Yoongi eventually gave in with a small huff and a roll of his eyes. "Just for now." he said, his tone holding some kind of warning that Jimin immediately looked past.

My sweet Yoongi hyung.

With a determined, hungry look in his eyes, Jimin got in laying position between Yoongi's legs, his thighs. That cock stood right up in front of his face, moving only gently as glossy liquids were visible on the pink head. Fuck, it was so pink. So pink and so wet. Jimin's mouth watered from just staring at it. He could stare at it forever if he was being honest.

But Yoongi was in rut, and Jimin was eager to see just how far they'd really take it. So there was no time to waste.

He raised his hand to come touch a fingertip against the length. It felt warm and thick under his touch, and Jimin twitched down below. He bit his plush lower lip, and ran his finger up gently to the tip, a bead of precum running down onto it. He hummed sensually, and Yoongi's hips slowly rose. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to tease, Jimin didn't think the older would have been able to take it in his current state. So he wrapped his hand around it entirely, and the length twitched in his hand. He rubbed it nice and slow, up and down and up and down as he ran his tongue across his lips, preparing himself.

Long, pink, and dripping, it was hard to move his gaze away from the length to glance back up at Yoongi, but he was satisfied once he did. Yoongi stared at him, eyes dark and brows gently furrowed as he appeared to be regulating his breathing. Naked, and eyes on him. The sight only gave Jimin further determination to make Yoongi feel good.

I'm gonna make you cum, hyung.

Right hand staying at the middle of the length and the left coming to grip at the base, Jimin leaned forward, planting his pillow-soft lips against Yoongi's tip softly. He felt the warm liquid coat his lips, and Jimin found himself kissing again, but harder. Then again, and again and again, growing almost harsh as if he was missing Yoongi's lips. The cat hybrid's hips bucked upward, and the slender fingers that had just been inside Jimin a moment ago, were gently digging into the blankets. But gently wasn't what Jimin was aiming for.

He gave one final, big kiss right at the slit, and then brought his tongue out... to flick slowly right against it. Up and down, up and down. The taste lingered on his tongue deliciously, and he let out a faintly breathy moan against the head. He began to draw his tongue all around it, his eyes locking with his hyung's as he took proper care to get every inch of the head. He could see the other's chest, see the breathing patterns go unsteady, and he smiled. Soon enough, his tongue brushed across every spot of the tip, and he went right to flicking against the underside.

"Stop fucking flicking it and suck."

Fire never washed over him as fast as he experienced it just now. Yoongi's harsh, low voice went right to his core. Right to his dick.

In almost an instant, his mouth was wrapped around it, the head of Yoongi's cock stuffed in his mouth as he began to work. His lips were tightly around it, tongue working hard as he did as his hyung wanted him to, and finally he heard the other groan. His right hand slid up and down the length, his left hand coming to hold at one of Yoongi's thighs as he bobbed his head. Fuck, fuck he tasted good. Why did Yoongi taste this good? Did men always taste this good?? He moaned, eyes slipping shut as he lost control of his speed. Fingers came into his hair as Yoongi had sat up, moving Jimin's head up and down along with.

"N-Nhm, yes. Yes, like that," Yoongi's voice rang in his ears, making his heart pound, "Fucking -- oh shit -- J-Jiminah, you're so good, you know that?~"

Jimin felt himself burn up, his lips loosening from the tip but keeping it in his mouth, his tongue working quickly. More of the fluids ran out slightly, being easily licked up by the attacker. He moved the head away from his mouth to hit it repeatedly against his exposed tongue, and Yoongi let out a husky sound at the feeling. The long fingers stroked into his hair, tangling into it and pulling softly, encouraging Jimin further. He moved his head down to lick a long, thick stripe up Yoongi's entire length, making it twitch before he took the head back into his mouth.

Working his hand fast up and down Yoongi, he bobbed his head quickly at the tip, confident and lustful. Yoongi's expressions were harsh, eyes sharp as he glared down at the human pleasuring him. Jimin met his gaze, his stare obedient but mischievous while he let out a loud moan, muffled by Yoongi's dick. The cat hybrid grinned and let out a rough laugh. "Look like an entire porn star," Yoongi stated, voice hot and heavy, "A real bitch. Are you my bitch, Jiminah?"

"Nmmmh~" Jimin responded, his moaning sultry and the vibrations thick against Yoongi, knowing it'd make the other feel good. He brought his head down further, taking more of the length into his mouth and pass his throat. He shut his eyes in concentration as he felt the tip brush past his uvula and hit the back of his throat. The sensation brought a sound close to a gag out of him, as he had felt his stomach twist, but he kept a steady breathing pattern through his nose to stop him from choking. He went down until his nose touched Yoongi's skin, and he could feel the other's body shake slightly.

He pulled himself back up, feeling it all slide out of his throat until the very tip was caught and sucked on between his lips. He engulfed the head in his mouth again, giving it special attention and rubbing Yoongi off with his hand again, slowly but tightly before he began to go down on him again.

He repeated this a few more times, turning it into a pattern which he grew faster and faster at, which had riled both Yoongi and himself up considerably. But of course the cat hybrid was much more rabid than the human.

Jimin was in the process of slurping wetly at the underside of the tip when he felt the fingers in his hair tighten, and in less than a moment, he felt Yoongi's prick forcefully slide through his throat with speed. Jimin let out a short but blocked scream, his stomach lurching as his gag reflex was triggered. Then it came again and again, Yoongi's hips bucking against Jimin's face, his cock pistoning in and out of Jimin's throat repeatedly and causing the other to begin to gag violently.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at them as saliva ran out of his mouth. His face grew red, and he could feel his jaws begin to hurt from the way Yoongi's length held them apart. Two hands now held at his head, and he could hear faint swears from the other man as his stomach turned and turned. He gagged again and again and again, cheeks full and throat stretched, body writhing as he tried to fight back the urge his stomach kept pushing up at him. He couldn't concentrate on breathing through his nose anymore, and the lack of oxygen was starting to get to him. The burn in his chest, the sickly feeling his stomach gave him, and the greedy force of Yoongi's cock was all he was thinking about now. And he was so fucking hard again.

"F-Fuck, ungh, ohmygod, babyboy," Yoongi stood on his knees now, sweat running down his cheeks as he gazed dazedly down into Jimin's out-of-focus eyes. "Baby, baby, I'm gonna -- gonna cum, oh shit, 'm gonna cum!" Jimin's hands held onto the other's tensed thighs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Yoongi was close, Yoongi was so close and Jimin couldn't wait to have it. Have his cum.

He tried to speak, but could let out nothing but aggressive gags and chokes. His brain went a little light, but he held on fiercely. Yoongi was close, Yoongi was in a rut, Yoongi needed this. And he'd be damned if he let simple air get in his way of giving Yoongi what he needed. He was going to be a good boy and take it.

Yoongi's breaths grew more and more ragged, thrusts growing sloppy as his cock throbbed in Jimin's tight throat. One hand nearly lost its grip on Jimin's hair, but it came back as strong as ever with a deadly hold. Jimin's body began to lose its strength while Yoongi started to lose control of his his, and with a sound harsh enough to rival a roar, the length sank deep into Jimin. Thick ropes of something hot shot down his throat, and Yoongi's trembling hands kept him pinned. So Jimin swallowed. He eagerly, but tiredly took in every drop he could, throat moving softly against Yoongi's now oversensitive member. A trickle of white ran down his chin, but neither cared.

Yoongi finally pulled out with a huff, and Jimin released a series of coughs as his airways were finally freed. He gasped and painted until the lightheadedness faded, collapsing onto the bed with the hybrid. Yoongi was staring at him with soft and satisfied eyes, and he took Jimin into his arms to hold him close. His precious pink lips kissed Jimin through his little frenzy until he was calmed, and Jimin let himself lay there in his arms for that moment.

It was nice, comforting. He could lay there forever in those arms, they were both worked out now. But despite how exhausted his body was, he couldn't ignore the needy pain between his legs.

"Yoongiah..?"

"Mm?" Yoongi's low voice responded, large hand rubbing deep circle into Jimin's back.

"You're not totally satisfied yet, right?"

"..."

And then before he knew it, Jimin was on his back with the other man standing back on his knees, stroking himself back to sturdy hardness with his hand. "Ruts aren't that easy, Jiminie," Yoongi stated, an ear twitched as he spoke, "You could suck the absolute soul out of me, and I'd still have that urge to fuck you. I need to cum in you." Jimin felt tingles run down his spine at the words. He wants to cum in me? Well, he guess he should have known. Ruts were for mating purposes, and being the dominant cat hybrid he was, Yoongi was wired to try and impregnate. Try and impregnate Jimin, down to the core.

And even if it wasn't gonna work due to Jimin being your average human man, the idea of having Yoongi swim up inside of him was too arousing to go against. So he let his legs spread naturally, ready to give in and become Yoongi's bitch as the older massaged Jimin's inner thighs with his thumbs.

"Lube, Jiminah?" Yoongi huffed breathlessly, and Jimin's body squirmed. "Th -- The d-dresser!" Jimin called out, waving an impatient hand and ready to whine. "I-In a bottle, it's in the first..!" Yoongi wasted no time in getting up and searching for the bottle, rummaging in the first drawer for only a second and finding it almost immediately. He walked with a strut back to the bed, a taunting grin on his face. "Really? Strawberry flavored, huh?"

Jimin didn't get a chance to threaten to even bite him before Yoongi was suddenly on top of him again, popping open the cap and taking hold of his length with his other hand. He drizzled the lubricant down on the head of his cock, and Jimin watched the way the glossy substance coated the pink tip and ran its way down. He watched the way Yoongi used his hand to rub over his length, massaging himself and spreading the lube all over himself properly. Watched as Yoongi fucked his hand, watched how the dick that was about to go inside of him got all slicked up.

That same fire from earlier started to curl at his core, and Yoongi was finally back between his legs properly. Big hands held at his legs and hoisted them up, making Jimin yelp softly. His cock throbbed in the air before it rested against his stomach, and he could feel something hot, slick, and warm at his hole. He felt hot. He felt so, so hot. He felt like he was burning up, he hadn't even noticed just how much more he had begun to sweat. But he certainly noticed Yoongi. He noticed how the man above him had skin glistening with sweat. A drop ran down his cheek as he stared down at Jimin with wild eyes. Jimin met his gaze with matching intensity.

He felt the slick warmth press against his hole, which was already so soft and ready. Jimin was ready, he was so ready for this. His hands ran up Yoongi's arms, over his shoulders, and he looped his arms over the other's neck. With this hold, he pulled him down towards him, and their foreheads met. Their eyes, heavy with lust and light with energy, stared deeper into each other as Yoongi's hips came forward. He came forward and forward and forward, and Jimin was already gasping at the feeling of the rim of his hole stretching over Yoongi's mushroom head. Yoongi froze, and Jimin felt him shudder. So he kissed him, and they both moaned into the other one's mouth as Jimin felt himself suddenly stretch even farther.

It was a feeling he didn't know how to describe. It burned, it stung, it filled him up. It brushed past every sensitive nerve of his walls, and fought through even as his body tried to resist. But Yoongi's primal needs mixed with the prepping, and Jimin's own sheer will to take it, his body's attempt to block out this invader was fruitless. And as Yoongi sunk deeper and deeper into Jimin, his own reactions became more and more wild. Less and less controlled. He whined and he scratched, he trembled and he squirmed. But the cat hybrid kept him in a tight hold to make sure they both fully took in and enjoyed this.

"H-Hyung! Hyung, I--" Jimin whimpered without any breath, his voice unstable and interrupted as he let out a short, sudden scream when a tremoring shock of pleasure ran through his spine. Yoongi groaned as he bottomed out, fully settling himself deep inside Jimin to where his balls met Jimin's burning skin. "Sh, shhh, I'm here," Yoongi said, voice impossibly low and impossibly soothing, and impossibly alluring. "Hyung is right here, baby boy. He's right here..~"

He pressed soft but heated kisses all over Jimin's neck, trailing them across his cheek up to his ear. Yoongi kept himself deep and his hips still as Jimin squirmed and adjusted to the length, kissing and murmuring encouraging words. He felt hot and heavy, and so so full. It was a feeling he wasn't foreign to in general, but something about this being with Yoongi made it more unique. More memorable and enjoyable. So the moment he felt he could go on further, he wrapped his legs over Yoongi's waist tightly, pressing the other into him. Yoongi was inside of him right now, there was no way he was going to stall this.

He mumbled out a simple, needy, "Fuck me, hyung" and Yoongi's hips began to work on him. Jimin's head tilted back slowly as the other worked into a slow and steady rythym, moving in and out of him in a pleasurable repeat that slowly guided the younger into the state he loved. Sweaty, weak, and wild. That state. He felt lips press dirty little kisses across his exposed throat, and Jimin shut his eyes as he felt the cat hybrid fuck him.

Despite being in an intense rut, Yoongi was doing a good job at controlling himself, somehow managing to keep himself slow and soft inside of the other. Jimin felt those tingles run in and out of him, slowly, deeply. He arched his back slightly and let his mind slip off. "N-Ngh... F.. Fuck.." Yoongi mumbled into Jimin's ear, and he instantly moaned.

The moment continued like that; Deep and slow, steady thrusting and low breaths and lustful words. But that fire pitched up in Jimin's stomach rather fast, and he could tell from how growingly shaky Yoongi was getting that he wasn't gonna be able to stand the gentle pace much longer either. So as soon as Yoongi's hips stuttered and his pace faltered, Jimin quickly encouraged him to up it.

"H -- Hyung, o-oh God..~" he moaned, tilting his head and exposing his throat. He dragged his nails over Yoongi's back and grinded upward back against him. Yoongi's hips suddenly worked a little faster, the intensity in his eyes slowly beginning to go down to his thrusts. He got faster, fucking into Jimin's body with growing need; a little faster and a little harder each second. And God it felt so fucking good.

Jimin's walls were stretched and brushed against, his breathing getting caught in his throat as his bed was rocked harder than before. And soon enough, Yoongi was finally feeding his rut's need, his hips now slamming against Jimin's ass and burrying his dick in Jimin over and over again with pleasuring speed. Jimin's legs twitched and slowly rose into the air as his voice was lured out of him, his loud moans and needy cries filling the air, being broken down into a proper slut.

"Uugggh, yeah~" Yoongi growled, his mouth right against Jimin's ear, and he felt his hyung's breath seep into him and send brutal shocks down his spine from his ear's sensitivity. "Feel so fucking good, so good around my cock." Jimin felt a sharp bite at his neck, and he yelped. "Gonna fuck you full of my cum, get you marked. You're gonna take my dick until I give you all I've fucking got."

He felt tears prick at his eyes, a new sense of submission hitting him as he took in Yoongi's words. His legs spread wider, Yoongi's length running in and out from between his walls. It was so hard, Yoongi's prick. It felt long and smooth, and so so perfect inside of him. It made Jimin's body feel so perfect.

And then big hands gripped Jimin's hips tightly, yanking him down lower against the bed and earning another yelp from the younger. But Yoongi held himself up a little higher, his hips angling differently as he hovered over Jimin. And then Yoongi's thrusts somehow changed. The feeling in it changed, because now Jimin's teary eyes widened, his jaws parted and his mouth games and something suddenly so much warmer, and so much more intense seemed to ram into him. It send such an electric spark through Jimin's spine, and his body felt even warmer as the suddenly brighter pleasure exploded all over him like the angriest waves.

Yoongi had found his prostate.

"Nn -- UGH~ Y-YOONGI! Hyu -- HYUNG!~~" he called out to him, his voice wavery and much more desperate. His dug his nails into Yoongi's shoulders, sliding them down his back and over his sides as the cat hybrid glared down at him almost angrily. His mouth was open as he panted and huffed, and Jimin could feel the hot air hit his reddening face.

Yoongi didn't seem to be able to taunt him anymore, all his focus and energy going into murderous thrusts, and his grip on Jimin's hips were so tight that the other didn't think he could squirm away even if he tried. And that only made Jimin needier. The fact that Yoongi needed his body so much was transforming him into a total whore.

The lubricate mixed with Yoongi's own growing slick of precum made everything all good and slippery, hitting Jimin's nerves in all the right ways. And Yoongi's blunt head was beating that special spot in Jimin so well, it made him want to cry. But then he realized he already was when he felt tears run down the corners of his eyes, and they squeezed shut tightly as one of Yoongi's hands finally let go to move down and squeeze at Jimin's ass cheek. He gripped and rubbed before giving it a good, loud smack, and Jimin let out a sob that he was unable to stop.

But he didn't want to stop anyway, he wanted to beg and cry and plead and be used. Get fucked. Fucked and ruined by the man above him right now. He wanted to do nothing but cry like a little bitch taking dick, to take everything he had to take, and to have the best orgasm on that dick, and to especially have it orgasm inside of him. He wanted to feel Yoongi squirt, have him cum the way he clearly so desperately needed to. He felt it begin to twitch inside of him, and Jimin's walls twitched right back. Yoongi was fucking both of them to the edge.

They both were sweating intensely, and a clear drop fell from Yoongi's jaw as he worked. It landed somewhere on Jimin, but he didn't care. He was feeling too good, and he wanted everything of Yoongi's to be his anyway. The sounds grew real wet. Nothing but loud clap clap claps of skin and shlick shlick shlicks of Yoongi's cock railing through Jimin's body on repeat. Yoongi's black ear twitched wildly, his stare intense as Jimin opened his eyes to gaze back up at him. They both were loud; Yoongi's low voice coming out in deep and aggressive groans that only became rougher as moments passed, and Jimin's voice that grew higher and higher in pitch babbling out incoherent sentences as his mind and body were drunk in pleasure and lust. It was all downright sinful. Pure fucking sin.

It all was going so fast, it felt so powerful, and Jimin's mind was being fucked out of him. So he almost didn't notice the way the spring in his stomach was coiling up to its limit, nor the way Yoongi's prick began to warningly throb inside of him. Yoongi let out a harsh growl, his voice coming out further in needy huffs and desperate grunts, and he began to hit into Jimin surprisingly harder. Jimin's back arched, his legs almost kicking out as he felt himself begin to break, his own cock moving around with the intensity of his body being moved up and down against the bed. Yoongi kept going and going and going, and Jimin was absolutely losing his mind.

Yoongi was fucking him good. So so good. He never wanted it to end. Something was coming. Something hard. He didn't want Yoongi to stop.

Don't stop don't stop please don't fucking stop keep going, fuck me please fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME-

And then in the heat of the moment, his thoughts finally came out of his mouth.

"GOD PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T STOP!' Jimin shouted, and Yoongi dug his nails into Jimin's skin. "PLEASE PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME, PLEASE!"

Yoongi barred his teeth, and then fucked Jimin with every bit of energy he had left, his rhythm growing sloppy but the speed and intensity firmer than before. And then, as Jimin was screaming for him, the older had let out a sound he never heard from him before, and then--

He felt something thick and strong shoot up into him. It seeped into him, swam inside of him as Yoongi burried balls deep. He pressed firmly against Jimin's prostate one last time, and then gave quick little grinds that made Jimin lose himself. The coiled spring in him finally uncoiled, and his body shook as his soul practically shot out of the head of his cock, squirting and glazing over his own stomach as well as Yoongi's, who was now leaning back into Jimin, sandwiching them both and creating a big mess. He grinded into Jimin further, milking the both of them hard, and Jimin's voice came out in weak sobs as he felt his body spasm.

When Yoongi's hips finally stopped, he collapsed completely, his muscles relaxing and now fully laying on Jimin. His length was still deep in Jimin, his seed trapped in with only a trickle or two seeping out, from what the younger could feel. They were both out of breath, their lungs burning as they tried to fill them back up. Jimin threw his arms over the other with the energy he had left, somewhat hugging the other. Yoongi's red face turned to press a soft kiss against Jimin's neck. And then after a moment, they were able to speak.

"... Wow," Jimin was first to say, and Yoongi immediately chuckled. It was the kind of laugh Jimin hadn't heard before, the kind of laugh that a person would give right after they just finished fucking the soul out of someone. Yoongi's fucked out laugh. Jimin suddenly felt blessed -- and a little turned on -- to hear it. "That.. You..? Wow. Wow."

"Pfft, yeah," Yoongi pressed another kiss against Jimin's neck, lifting his head and flashing a cocky little grin. His long tail swung behind him before curling over them both, and Jimin giggled as he brought a hand over to run into Yoongi's now very messy hair. He leaned up to kiss his nose, and then in the next moment their lips were locking, and little tingles ran over Jimin's body despite being burnt out.

The kiss turned into a soft little makeout session, and as they shifted, Jimin was surprised to feel Yoongi's length still hard inside of him. He would have expected him to soften up by now. Suprised, Jimin broke the kiss to look at Yoongi with astonished eyes. "You're still hard?" his soft voice, slightly raspy, had surprise and confusion clear in it, "Hyung, how? You came about a life's savings of cum!" Yoongi made a silly face, brows furrowing as he pushed Jimin's face away playfully, and the human fell back against his pillow with a bright smile.

"It's cause of the rut," he answered simply, "Normally I wouldn't be like this, but I'm kind of gonna be a sex machine for at least a week." He gave Jimin an "oh well" look and fell right waist him, his head on Jimin's chest where he littered little kisses. Jimin giggled again, and his eyes were bright as he blinked up at the ceiling. At least a week. At least a week of all this.

"A week, huh...?" Jimin questioned, his tone playful and teasing, and Yoongi nipped him with his teeth, earning a little "Ow" from the one underneath him. Nevertheless, Jimin continued. "So... I'm assuming you haven't found a partner to... carry out all your things with?" Yoongi was silent for a second, but then uttered a quick, "No." Jimin continued to play with his hair, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Then... I'm assuming you need one. And since it's not like I'm very busy or anything... maybe, just maybe, I could be your partner for the week!"

Or all the time? For every rut you'll ever have after this?

Though Jimin didn't say that out loud, he desperately craved having Yoongi all of the time, and not just for ruts.

Yoongi raised his head again, his own eyes mischievous. "Oh yeah? You ready to be my new cocksleeve then, Jiminah?" his voice was laced with full lust again, and his hips bucked into Jimin and making the other squeak. He felt very sensitive down there, but something about the look in Yoongi's eyes was heating him back up. So he bit his lip, eyes darkening as he fixed his hyung with a sensual gaze, his voice filled with as much lust as Yoongi's.

"I'm ready to be your fucking slave, Yoongiah."

Jimin was on his stomach, his face against the pillow as he let out quick little gasps and cries into it. His ass was being bounced in by the man above him, who gripped his cheeks with a passion, groping them to his full desire.

Yoongi was riding in his ass with all the greed and lust Jimin had ever seen, or felt. It sent multiple shocks into him, his legs trembling and slightly rising into the air each time Yoongi fucked into him, and then falling back down against the mattress due to exhaustion. Yoongi huffed into the air, his cock bringing out the wettest sounds as it massaged his insides. He hadn't pulled out, keeping all of his semen in and squishing it around inside of Jimin and providing them both with a dizzying wet fuck.

Jimin felt his saliva seep into the fabric of the pillow case, but with Yoongi bouncing into him like this, he honestly couldn't care less. All he could think about how was how good his friend was making him feel, how well his crush was fucking him, and Jimin found himself secretly thanking Yoongi's rut despite it kind of tormenting the cat hybrid. But at the same time, Jimin was here to help ease away that torment.

Hell, he'd honestly ease it away forever if he was capable of having the other's babies. Though to be honest, he'd wanna wait on that silly little idea. He doubted either of them were ready for parenthood right now anyway.

But still, it was a fun thought to think about; Yoongi trying all his might to squirt his cum into Jimin's body to impregnate him. The other fucked him almost angrily, it felt like. And he was all in for it, raising his ass slightly into the air to take the other's thrusts, only to have himself be beaten back against the bed.

"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" Jimin sobbed gently into the pillow with his trembling hands under his chest, until the said pillow was torn away from him. Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out quickly, harshly brushing against Jimin's nerves and getting a quick yelp out of him. His hips were lifted, and the damp pillow was suddenly under them. His swollen cock was now pressed right against the soft fabric. And right against the damp spot where his mouth had been. But before Jimin could process it, the man above him suddenly pressed his tip against his rim, and sunk right back into him at a forceful pace.

"AH!" he cried out, and then a big hand came to the back of his head and shoved his face down into the matress. Yoongi's hips started working into him again, but with the new angle due Jimin's ass being propped up by the pillow, his sweet spot was once again touched. That familiar intense feeling ran through him, and Jimin simply laid there and took it. Yoongi fucked him with ferocity, that hand staying at the back of Jimin's head to keep down as his body squirmed, until eventually both hands were back right at his ass. The cat hybrid was clearly enjoying himself. His voice was aggressive and his hands were greedy and his thrusts were merciless, and Jimin ended up weakly fucking against the soft, soft pillow that only grew wetter from his own leaking.

Yoongi just kept going and going and going, and fuck it just felt so amazing that Jimin couldn't breathe. Every movement  rubbed him perfectly, every thrust hit his prostate in ways that were almost unbearable. He was painfully hard, and his own hips moved fast against the pillow as he chased his own orgasm with the help of Yoongi's movements.

And god, he was close. He was getting so, so close again, and he knew Yoongi was too. He could tell from the way his pants were getting more rugged, and his hands were shaky as they continued to grip his ass; no longer playing with them now, but just desperately gripping. And that desperation was clear in his hips, which were getting sloppy again but never let up their violent pace. Yoongi was chasing his orgasm too, and he was working hard to bring Jimin to his. And Jimin let himself moan out loud for him.

The bed springs were creaking hard, and it only added to the pleasure, and added to the wet sounds of skin smacking and voices of nothing but pure pleasure and need and desperation. And Jimin was the most desperate whore at this moment. He was crying so much for his hyung, crying so hard for everything he was giving him. His dick throbbed, and he felt Yoongi's do the same inside him. His prick burned with the way it fucked itself against the slick fabric, but it felt way too good to stop. And the repeated pounding inside of him just made everything so much worse and so much better.

Yoongi, despite absolutely ruining Jimin and his senses, made things so much better.

So as his climax was rising and rising, he welcomed it, not fighting as he was tipped over the edge and falling hard, that orgasm hitting him like a truck and making his body spasm. He spilled himself out all over the pillow, and Yoongi simply fucked him through it all. He fucked Jimin to the point of oversensitivity, and Jimin's tired jaws and throat couldn't even work to beg Yoongi to stop or slow down. But soon enough, the man's hips froze and stuttered, and Jimin felt that delicious squirting inside of him for the second time.

It was hot and thick and it hit him deeply, running into him with a purpose. Like he was just bitch that was only there for breeding. And in a way, he was.

The cat hybrid let out a powerful groan, one that was a near roar, and Jimin could feel him just about pour his soul into him. And then after an intense shiver, Yoongi fell forward and collapsed onto Jimin, rutting his hips against Jimin's soft ass and milking himself in all the stickiness and tightness. It made Jimin smile, though his eyelids were heavy with exhaustion.

They both lay there panting, their bodies heaving and sweating as Jimin could feel Yoongi's hot breath hit his sensitive ear. He also felt the soft fur of Yoongi's tail brush against his thigh, and Jimin reached a hand over to feel at it before bringing his hand up to feel into Yoongi's hair and ears instead.

"Ugh.." Yoongi groaned, his voice heavy and tired as he finally rolled off of Jimin. The younger man turned over, draping his arm over the older's broad chest. His hyung glanced at him with those pretty eyes, and his lips pulled into a toothy grin. Jimin couldn't help but notice how plush and swollen those lips looked, how pretty his teeth were. He was so kissable.

And in that moment, Jimin leaned over and pressed his lips against Yoongi's. He felt Yoongi freeze up for only a small second, but then his lips moved back, and they shared a second soft makeout session.

It lasted for maybe a minute or two, and Jimin pulled back with dazed and dark eyes, and Yoongi was staring back up with the exact same look.

And it was a look that was just too good for Jimin to not want every day. To not want every day after Yoongi's ruts, because it left his heart aching for more. Yoongi was addictive, everything about him. And so Jimin gulped, his expressions turning a tad more serious as he decided something...

I could get rejected, but it wouldn't hurt to try, a voice in his brain said.

"Hey hyung?" he began, and Yoongi quirked a brow at him questionably, "I was thinking about something..." He trailed off, and Yoongi shifted to prop himself on his elbow. His eyes shone beautifully in the light, and Jimin could feel his heart stop.

"... Well I was.. thinking that.. you're really cute! And I've had you on my mind for a long, long while," he forced his thoughts out of him finally, ".. And now we've finally fucked, and this was the best sex I ever had, and I'd like to have this more with you but.. not just as a buddy for your rut?"

Yoongi was silent, face in shock. His pink lips parted and they moved to speak, but the older couldn't seem to get anything out. So Jimin went on and continued, because he didn't want to back out now.

"I wanna take you out on dates, and cuddle you on my couch at two in the morning when neither of us can sleep, and I wanna be there for you when you go through anything, not just ruts." Jimin's expressions were serious, his voice surprisingly firm as he spoke. And it was because he was being truthful, sincere, genuine. He wanted his hyung to know how he felt. And meanwhile, his hyung was still silent, face seeming a little more red than before.

"I want to take you out to dinner," Jimin continued almost stubbornly, "And I want us to share clothes and stuff, and I -- I wanna do the things you and I already do, but more. I want us to steal each other's clothes as more than just stupid friends. I want us to snack on each other's food more, I want us to kiss like we did tonight. Do everything like we did tonight, but more. More of something to it."

Jimin went on to straddle the other, looking down into his eyes to make Yoongi see that he was being completely honest, and he was praying Yoongi felt the same. And he ended with the final words that he was so sure he'd never get himself to say.

"Yoongi hyung? I wanna date. I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend."

And that was the end of his confession. He froze in position, staring down at Yoongi, who seemed to have paused on breathing and blinking. He blinked slowly, and let out a shaky breath. His big, pretty eyes looked up at Jimin, before glancing anywhere else but him.

"You -- you want to be my -- my? Mine?" Yoongi started, stuttering uncharacteristically, "My boyfriend, Jimin? I -- I'm!--" He seemed to be unable to finish a sentence, his cheeks hotter than Jimin had ever seen them before. Yoongi raised an arm to cover over his eyes, and he seemed rather embarrassed about something. But Jimin was patient, so he chose to simply watch and wait for a proper response.

Eventually, Yoongi took in a breath and moved his arm away, looking back up into Jimin's expectant eyes. Something about Yoongi's gaze was soft, vulnerable, and Jimin felt himself melt a little.

"I... never thought you'd ask that, aha," Yoongi laughed, his voice oddly wavery, "Or... say any of what you just said... Did you.. mean it? All of that?" Jimin nodded instantly, and Yoongi let out an odd noise from his throat. He looked away again, his ear cat twitching, and Jimin's brows knitted together a bit impatiently. "So..." he said, and Yoongi glanced at him weakly, "... do you want it?"

Yoongi's face suddenly seemed very flustered, and he brought both hands up to shove at Jimin's chest and tilt him over back onto the mattress. He fell right night next to the grumpy red-faced cat hybrid. Yoongi crossed his arms over his bare chest, his lips suddenly locking in the cutest pout Jimin had ever seen.

"Do I want it?-- You can't just.. ask me something like that...! After saying all of that..!" Yoongi grumbled, huffing and tilting his face away from Jimin. This ended up making the younger laugh, and he brought his hand up to brush at Yoongi's chest. He felt the other tense for a moment before quickly relaxing. They were both silent for a moment, and Jimin took this chance to press a kiss against the other's cheek. Yoongi groaned at this, shutting his eyes and pouting further.

"Ugh, yeah, okay."

Jimin's eyes brightened, and his head tilted up off of the pillow to stare at his hyung.

"Wait -- wait what?" he questioned immediately, his hand rubbing a little more across his hyung's chest without noticing.

"Yes, okay, I want it." Yoongi responded, and Jimin suddenly felt his heart take off into the sky. He leaned in and pressed multiple kisses across Yoongi's neck, and the other shiveredunder him. "I've had your tiny ass on my mind too. So. Yeah."

"You're not even that much taller than me, hyung," Jimin responded, though his kisses never stopped. They trailed all the way up to Yoongi's face, and the older only grew more and more flustered it seemed. "Never seen you like this before, hyung! It's so fucking cute." He smiled teasingly, finally catching those pretty pink lips in his own. Yoongi huffed against him, but wrapped his arms around him and pressed back into the kiss.

It was their third little makeout session, but this time, they drowned completely in each other. They cuddled under the blankets, their bodies making each other when warmer as they never let each other go. Their lips locked, parted, and came back again repeatedly. Yoongi's long fingers ran into Jimin's hair, and he hummed against him.

"I'm assuming you're gonna stay here with me, tonight..? Since you're clearly too lazy to move and get dressed again?~" Jimin asked, his voice holding a taunting edge to it. Yoongi rolled his eyes with a playful grin, but pressed his lips against Jimin's nose lovingly. "Whatever. You want me to stay and you know it," Yoongi stated, and pressed further kisses onto the other's face, making the younger take on a rather goofy smile.

"Mm.. yeah.. I want you to stay..." Jimin whispered, his head tucking underneath Yoongi's chin, "... And then once you're done trying to pump your babies into me tomorrow morning --" Yoongi swatted Jimin on the head, and he burst into a series of giggles. "I mean after we take care of your rut..~ Let's go do some boyfriend stuff!"

"Jiminah, honestly I think we've been doing boyfriend stuff." Yoongi replied bluntly, pressing a kiss on the top of Jimin's head. He heard Yoongi yawned, and they hugged each other just a little tighter. "So we were both just dumb, then?" Jimin asked, and when Yoongi didn't respond with anything but a groggy "Mmh", Jimin knew the other was falling asleep.

So he smiled, buried his face against Yoongi's throat, and shut his eyes that he hadn't realized where growing heavy.

They were both a little dumb sometimes, but they were smart too. And tonight, Jimin felt Yoongi made the smartest decision coming to the him tonight. And Jimin felt he made the smartest decision speaking what was always on his mind.

And now this cat was finally his.