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Jeongguk technically isn’t supposed to be here tonight. The wedding ceremony is tomorrow early and the mating ceremony―performed in private, of course―is supposed to happen when the full moon is up in the hightest point of the sky, when instincts become stronger. He’s not supposed to see Jimin at all until the wedding ceremony. And yet, here he is, knocking on his bedroom window, hoping that nobody has noticed he’s left his own cottage.

It’s very late and he should be sleeping. Tomorrow is an important day, after all.

The thought brings both excitement and nervousness to his body. He will be Jimin’s―forever. And Jimin will be his. They’ll belong to each other. Jeongguk should be happy and nothing more. Yet, his wolf is restless and he can’t stop his thoughts from going to places they shouldn’t be going. This is their duty. This is what they’ve been asked to do. And yet, it feels wrong .

Not because it’s Jimin, no. But because in all the years he’s been helplessly in love with him, he never imagined they’d end up together just because their parents made the arrangement.

Jimin opens the window, snapping him out of this thoughts. His eyes widen slightly upon seeing him, but then his eyebrows furrow and worry takes over his features.

“Jeongguk, what are you doing here?” He asks, looking behind him, as if he’s worried someone is close by to see him. “You shouldn’t be here. We’re not supposed to see each other until―”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he interrupts with a soft whisper. “Can I come in?”

Jimin blinks back at him for just a split second before he nods and makes himself aside to let Jeongguk in. Jeongguk climbs into the room and closes the window, pushing the curtains back into place to ensure nobody knows of his presence here tonight.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks, as soon as Jeongguk turns to face him. He steps closer, but doesn’t reach out for him.

They’ve known they’ll be getting married for over a month now and it changed things so much, Jeongguk sometimes wishes they didn’t have to do it. He’s been in love with Jimin for so long he doesn’t remember what it was like not loving him. But the arrangement has only made Jimin hesitant around him and it feels as if they’re friendship has been pushed aside in favor of them completing their duty.

“I just missed you,” Jeongguk murmurs.

He came here tonight because he needed to be in Jimin’s presence. The restlessness has been there for a week now and he’s held back all this time. Tonight it was too much to bear. Just being in front of Jimin and feeling his pheromones surrounding him is enough for his alpha to settle down. He feels so much more relaxed already.

Jimin’s gaze softens and he finally reaches out, small fingers wrapping around Jeongguk’s wrist. He squeezes it gently, his thumb brushing back and forth over the inside of his wrist. It feels good enough that Jeongguk groans. He steps forward before he can stop himself and drops his forehead onto Jimin’s shoulder, hoping his closeness will ease the restlessness furthermore.

It works. Jimin’s scent is like a warm blanket that falls over him and takes away everything wrong. It’s perfect. It’s the way it’s always been.

“You saw me earlier,” Jimin points out, his voice teasing. “You’ll see me again after lunch. And then―”

“Stop,” Jeongguk interrupts, shaking his head and reaching up to hold onto Jimin’s biceps. He leans back just enough that he’s in front of him again, looking into his eyes. Jimin stares at him with surprise, unmoving. “I just―” he tries, but finds that he doesn’t know what to say.

He’s wanted Jimin for so long, but the thought of Jimin being with him just because they have to is so strangely painful. Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat and lowers his head, trying to make sense of his thoughts because they’re all going haywire in his brain.

“Is it―” Jimin starts, but stops. He’s quiet for a long moment, but he eventually finishes the question. “Is it that you don’t want to do this?” He asks. “I know this isn’t ideal, but I thought I should be grateful we know each other, at least. Or that we trust each other. If it had been someone else, I don’t think I would have―” he stops again and Jeongguk lifts his gaze, suddenly realizing where Jimin’s thoughts are going. “Do you hate it that much? I didn’t think―”

“No,” Jeongguk interrupts, shaking Jimin gently. “No, Jimin. Of course, I don’t hate it. I’m―” he stops and relaxes his hands, sliding them up Jimin’s arms, across his shoulders, all the way to his cheeks. He cups them gently, making sure to hold Jimin’s gaze. “It’s not that,” he assures. Jimin’s hands lift and reach for the sides of his shirt. He grips them and Jeongguk realizes that his scent is off. He smells distressed. It feels wrong. His eyebrows furrow. “I promise it’s not that, Jimin,” he murmurs, softer.

He wonders if spreading his scent all over Jimin will make it obvious that they saw each other tonight, when they shouldn’t have. But decides that it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. He wants to soothe Jimin and take away his distress. So, he gently coaxes Jimin to tilt his head back and leans in.

“They’ll know,” Jimin blurts out, though he doesn’t move away. “They’ll smell you on me.”

“I don’t care,” Jeongguk confesses, his lips inches away from Jimin’s scent gland. “You smell wrong. I want to make it better. Can I, Jimin?”

Jimin makes a soft sound and tilts his head to the side in silent submission. Jeongguk can’t help that his alpha absolutely loves it. A low rumbles settles in his chest and he leans in, the intense desire too strong to ignore.

As soon as his nose presses to Jimin’s scent gland, his honey scent invades Jeongguk’s senses. Everything about it is familiar and warm and perfect. Scenting Jimin is like disappearing into a whole other universe. It makes his heart go crazy in his chest, warmth spreading all over his limbs, reaching every crevice of his skin. It feels good. It feels right.

Jeongguk releases Jimin’s face in favor of placing his hands on his hips. He tugs him closer and Jimin goes, their bodies pressing together. Jeongguk can’t keep his feelings at bay when he’s touching Jimin, much less when he’s scenting him and has his body this close. It’s everything he wants in life and more.

And the fact that he’ll get to have it should be exciting. Yet, he can’t help that it feels as if the arranged marriage situation overshadows that. Because Jimin doesn’t know what he feels and so in his thoughts, Jeongguk is only doing this because they have to, not because he wants to. And that’s wrong.

He whines, his wolf protesting. Jimin seems to think he’s protesting because he’s not close enough. He lifts himself up on his tiptoes. Even though he’s not all that smaller in height than Jeongguk, he does it so they can be closer. And it works. Because his chest presses to Jeongguk’s and it feels so much better.

Jeongguk slips his hands backwards, tentatively sliding them under Jimin’s shirt. He’s touched his skin before, but tonight feels different. Tomorrow, they’ll be married, they’ll mate. Tonight feels so important, like this is his last chance to let Jimin know that it’s not about the arrangement for him. It’s not that he’s doing it out of a sense of duty. He’s doing it because there’s no other wolf in this world that he’d want to be with. Just Jimin. And the fact that everything aligned for them to be together feels like a divine gift.

“Jeongguk,” Jimin exhales, his fingers slipping into Jeongguk’s hair and tugging harshly. It feels good―grounding. He stumbles backwards as Jeongguk takes a step forward and his legs hit the edge of his bed.

It’s so sudden that he doesn’t manage to catch his footing and falls back. His expression is disoriented as he looks up at Jeongguk, now looming over him. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, chest heaving. And his scent is no longer distressed. He now smells relaxed and calm and Jeongguk wants it to stay that way. It’s all he ever hopes for―Jimin’s happiness.

He reaches up and brushes his fingertips over Jimin’s cheek. Jimin’s eyes flutter shut and Jeongguk is suddenly filled with this urge to kiss him. It’s not the first time that happens, of course. It makes him feel breathless, though. Just imagining it, bending forward, pecking Jimin’s lips. The look of surprise in his expression. And Jeongguk would pour his feelings out for him to finally know.

“I felt restless,” he whispers, sensing that the feelings are too strong to keep in. Every second that goes by, it feels as if they’re going to burst out of his heart. He doesn’t think he can do it any longer. “I really wanted to see you.”

Jimin opens his eyes and reaches up, placing his hand right above Jeongguk’s heart, rubbing gently, as if that will soothe the restlessness. It does. Just being in Jimin’s presence is enough for it to all disappear. This is what he needed, Jimin’s closeness. An overwhelming feeling takes over him and he falls to his knees in front of Jimin.

Settled in between his legs, he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and burrows his face into his chest, closing his eyes tightly. Fingers thread into his hair and Jimin’s arm wraps around his shoulders, holding him close.

“Do you know why?” Jimin asks, his nose burrowing into Jeongguk’s hair. It feels so perfect, to have Jimin like this. He wants to have it always. “Why are you restless, Gguk? You know you can tell me anything.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath and leans back just slightly, never removing his arms from around Jimin’s waist. He swallows down the lump in his throat when he finds that he’s closer to him than he expected. So close, he could tilt his head back and kiss him. Ah, he really wants to. He wants so many things―he always has.

“I was restless,” he starts slowly and Jimin doesn’t say anything, his expression somewhat lost, “because my alpha only ever feels calm when I’m with you.”

Jimin’s fingers card through his hair gently, pushing it back before he presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s head.

“I’m also calm when I’m with you,” he murmurs against his hair. “Being with you is my favorite thing in the world.”

Jeongguk squeezes his arms tighter around Jimin and nuzzles his face against his chest, sighing deeply. “Yeah?” He asks. “It’s also mine, Minnie.”

Jimin’s hand slides down to his nape and squeezes gently. It feels good, to have Jimin touch him there, to have him touch a place where he’s the most vulnerable. He touches there so often that his alpha has come to welcome it―to wish for it, even. And when it happens, he always melts against Jimin, overwhelmed with emotions, desperate for more.

“I’m glad,” Jimin murmurs. “It means we’ll be okay, right? Everything will be okay between us, right Gguk? I’m just scared this might change things. I’m scared we’ll―I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me,” Jeongguk says, lifting his head again and looking into Jimin’s eyes again. He seems worried―scared even. Jeongguk hates it. He wants nothing more than to reassure him. “I’ll always be yours, Minnie. No matter what.”

The words don’t register in his head until he notices Jimin’s surprised expression, his slightly wide eyes and his parted lips. They don’t register until Jimin nervously slides his hand up the side of his neck and cups his cheek.

“Mine?” He asks, softly, a note of excitement in his voice.

“Yes, yours ,” Jeongguk quickly confirms. “I’ve always been yours and I always will be. I promise.” There’s no turning back, then. There’s no stopping all the words that leave his lips in a torrent of emotions, his alpha clawing at his chest for Jimin to know . He has to know―that Jeongguk isn’t marrying him just because of the arrangement, that Jeongguk has been in love with him for years, that Jeongguk has only ever imagined being with him for the rest of his life. “I want you, Minnie. I’ve wanted you for such a long time. I needed you to know. I’m not doing this just because we’re supposed to or because it’s our duty to our packs. I’m doing it because I love you. I’ve loved you for so long I don’t remember what it’s like not loving you. I want you to know that I will cherish you every day and give you all my love always. You’re everything to me. I just―”

Jimin’s fingers press to his lips, silencing him. Jeongguk blinks up at him, surprised, worried. A million thoughts settle in his head, but Jimin just gives him a smile, his hands now cupping both his cheeks.

“Do you, really?” He asks softly, almost tentative.

Jeongguk nods and says, “yes.”

Jimin’s smile grows and his thumbs brush back and forth over his cheekbones. “I was so worried about how this would change us. I was scared we’d never be the same Jimin and Jeongguk we’ve always been. I’m―” he stops and takes a deep breath, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Jeongguk’s. “I was worried I’d never be able to tell you that what I feel for you goes beyond this duty of ours. I have loved you too, Gguk. I’ve loved you for so long. My omega longs for you. I wanted you so badly I was ready to accept this fate, to have you even though you wouldn’t really be mine.”

“I am,” Jeongguk breathes out. “I am, I am. Only yours, Minnie. I’m―”

“I know,” Jimin interrupts again, this time pressing his thumb to Jeongguk’s lips. “I know now. And I’m yours too,” he confesses. “I have been all this time. There’s nobody else I could possibly want the way I want you. My wolf knows,” he murmurs, reaching back for Jeongguk’s hand. He lifts it and places it on his chest. “Right here, I know. I’ve always known. You’re everything to me, too. So, I’m not doing this because it’s our duty, either. I’m doing it because I’m in love with you, Gguk. All of me belongs to you.”

The words make every single fiber of Jeongguk’s being come to life. It ignites a fire in his heart that he’s not sure he’ll be able to placate no matter what he does. His alpha claws at his chest, wants Jimin closer. It’s an animalistic thing, the way he moves and quickly has Jimin pinned down on the bed. He settles on top of him and presses his face to his neck, scenting him thoroughly.

“Really?” He asks. “Will you be mine?”

“I will be,” Jimin exhales. “I already am.”

Jeongguk whimpers . Words he’s so badly wanted to hear. Words that make his alpha tug and pull and want more. He drops down on top of Jimin and tries to control himself, to settle down his wolf. He’s going crazy. It’s everything he’s hoped for and more.

“I’ll be yours too,” he mumbles. “Always, Minnie. I just―” he tries, unable to explain his emotions, unable to control himself. He rubs his cheek against Jimin’s, desperate for more of his scent, for more of his closeness. “I need―I don’t―”

“It’s okay, alpha,” Jimin murmurs, his hand settling on Jeongguk’s nape again, rubbing gently against his skin. “Come here,” he pleads softly, his other hand cupping Jeongguk’s cheek and gently coaxing him to move back a bit. Their noses brushes together. “Kiss me?”

Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat. “Yeah?” He exhales. “Are you sure? Tomorrow we’re―”

“Yes,” Jimin interrupts. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. I want our first kiss to be just ours. Only ours, please?”

“Yes, yes ,” Jeongguk quickly says, leaning in.

There’s nothing he wants more than to please his omega, to give him everything he wants and more. Jimin’s plump, pillowy lips feel heavenly against his. They part under the gentle pressure and let him in and Jeongguk is a desperate man. He sighs deeply and licks into Jimin’s mouth, eager for more. He wants all of Jimin. He wants him so much.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” Jimin confesses against his mouth. Jeongguk groans, the words making his toes curl. This is more than he ever imagined he could have and he’s not sure how he’ll ever be able to untangle himself from Jimin when being like this with him is too perfect.

“Me too,” Jeongguk whispers. He nibbles on Jimin’s lower lip, slipping his fingers into his hair. Jimin shudders under him and Jeongguk smiles against his lips. “Love the way you feel, Minnie. This is how I’ve always wanted you, pressed tightly to me, holding onto me, kissing me. I just―you’re so perfect. My perfect Minnie.”

Jimin’s hands slide down his back, slipping under his shirt and touching his heated skin.

“My perfect Gguk,” he mumbles back. “My alpha.” Jeongguk groans, leaning back because he’s breathless and hearing Jimin say that does things to his body that he can’t control. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says in a rush, pressing his lips to Jimin’s again, kissing him deep and slow and urgent. It’s impossible to lean away. It’s impossible to stop. Jeongguk has wanted this for so long, there’s a part of his brain that still thinks this is a dream, something too good to be true. How can Jimin’s perfect warmth be under him right now? How can this be real? “Are you real, Minnie? I can’t believe―it’s too much.”

“I know,” Jimin replies, his fingertips brushing up Jeongguk’s back, touching his skin in a way that makes goosebumps arise all over his limbs. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’ll have this for every single day for the rest of our lives. We’ll be married. We’ll be mated.”

When the words leave Jimin’s mouth, Jeongguk suddenly becomes aware of the fact. It’s not like he didn’t know that already, but hearing it out loud, actually thinking about it, makes his skin burn and excitement take over his body. He can’t help that his scent fills with arousal, can’t help that his body presses closer to Jimin’s, needing more of him, wanting to be surrounded by him completely.

His hand slides down Jimin’s side, down the side of his thigh, curls around the back of his knee and bends it, settling in the space that Jimin leaves between his thighs. Ah, being this close to him feels like a dream come true. Jimin’s leg hooks around his hip and Jeongguk lets go in favor of sliding his hands up Jimin’s arms, all the way until their fingers are intertwined and he has Jimin’s hands pinned above his head.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, leaning back just slightly so he can look into Jimin’s eyes. His expression is dazed and his scent is driving Jeongguk crazy. The usual honey has been replaced for something musky and spicier, dripping with warmth and desire. His pheromones are driving Jeongguk’s alpha crazy. “So beautiful. We’ll be together, we’ll touch each other as much as we want. We’ll kiss and roll around in bed and just―I can’t wait. I want tomorrow to come faster.”

It’s ironic how just minutes ago he was dreading tomorrow, dreading the thought of Jimin being tied to him forever without knowing what he actually felt. And now he’s here, in Jimin’s arms, their feelings floating in the air around them. There’s nothing to fear anymore. There’s just a life beside Jimin, tied to him forever. It excites him so much, he can’t help that his hips drag against him. The way Jimin arches so prettily against him makes every inch of his body fill with warmth.

“Gguk,” Jimin gasps, his fingers fisting the back of Jeongguk’s shirt. “Wait,” he pleads, his thighs closing around Jeongguk’s hips, making him think of so many things. “Ggukie,” he exhales his hands tugging at Jeongguk’s shirt, but his body is arching against him.

“Yes,” Jeongguk mutters. “Yes, Minnie. Yes .”

Jimin shakes his head, his hand falling to Jeongguk’s lips to stop him from kissing him again. Jeongguk is so deep in his feelings, he can’t help but whimper, kissing at Jimin’s palm, trying to coax him into moving his hand away so he can kiss his lips once more.

“We’re getting carried away,” Jimin says softly. “And as badly as I want you, we can’t. We shouldn’t―”

“Minnie,” Jeongguk pleads, interrupting him. “Please. Wanna kiss my Min baby.”

Jimin whines softly. All of these pet names are just coming out of nowhere but Jeongguk loves the way Jimin reacts every time, how his cheeks turn the softest shade of pink and his lips tug up into a small smile.

“I want that too,” Jimin mumbles. “But we have to wait. Tomorrow― ah ,” he cuts himself off with a moan. The sound is like music to Jeongguk’s ears. He continues nipping at his scent gland, urgent and desperate. “Tomorrow, you’ll have me all to yourself. You can have your way with me.”

Jeongguk groans. “You can’t say that,” he exhales. “Makes me want to have my way with you right now.”

Jimin giggles and Jeongguk smiles, nibbling on his scent gland before settling for kisses and trailing upwards towards his lips. Jimin doesn’t seem to have the strength to stop him this time around and so Jeongguk kisses him again. He goes slow, mindful of keeping his hands to himself as best as possible. He only grips Jimin’s hip, holding himself up on his forearm. Their bodies remain pressed together and Jimin’s warmth envelopes him for another long moment.

They kiss for minutes, maybe hours. Jeongguk isn’t sure. When he’s with Jimin, time flies and there’s no thinking about the real world. It’s just them in their own bubble, the rest of the world ceases to exist.

“I want you, too,” Jimin whispers, licking into Jeongguk’s mouth and making arousal flare in the low of his belly. “I want you so badly. But we have to wait. It’s just one more day. We’ve waited for a long while, haven’t we? We can do it one more day.”

Jeongguk feels like he’s going to burst. Yes, he’s waited for years . Waiting another day feels impossible. But Jimin is right. It’s not like it’s forbidden for them to be together before the mating ritual. But the night is going to be special and if Jeongguk is being honest, the thought of sharing that wonderful first night with Jimin―during the full moon―is enough to make him pause.

“Just one more day,” he agrees softly. “Hours, actually. And then you’ll be all mine.”

“Yes, all yours,” Jimin replies, pecking his lips and wrapping his arms around him to keep him close. “And you’ll be all mine. My alpha.”

Jeongguk groans and drops down on top of him, burrowing his face into Jimin’s neck.

“Yes, I’m all yours, Minnie. Only ever yours.”

Jimin’s fingers slip into his hair again and his lips brush against his ear as he speaks.

“I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow,” he says, so softly, almost like a secret. “For being a patient boy.”

Jeongguk growls softly, his alpha clawing at his chest at the words.

“You’re trying to drive me crazy,” he mutters, burrowing his face deeper into Jimin’s neck, rubbing his nose against his scent gland. “I’m looking forward to it now. What is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” Jimin says. “Not gonna tell you.”

Jeongguk grumbles about it but Jimin places a kiss on his temple and he relaxes, smiling to himself. He’s now looking forward to tomorrow, excited of what’s to come, excited to be bound to Jimin in a way that’s unbreakable, in a way that will allow him to be a part of Jimin and will allow Jimin to be a part of him.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he confesses, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s scent gland.

“Me neither,” Jimin whispers, his lips pressing to Jeongguk’s scent gland.

Jeongguk sighs deeply. He’d gotten so lost in Jimin that he didn’t even realize that he hadn’t scented him back. He rolls around and pulls Jimin with him, content with having him straddling him. He tilts his head back in submission.

“Scent me, Minnie,” he pleads. “I want to feel you everywhere.” Jimin hums, quickly leaning in again and giving Jeongguk what he wants. His nose brushes against Jeongguk’s scent gland and honey invades him. It spreads from his neck to his limbs. It takes over him, making his head hazy. Everything is Jimin all of a sudden and he doesn’t want it to stop. “I want to stay here until tomorrow,” he mumbles.

Jimin smiles against his skin. “You know we can’t.”

Jeongguk knows. But he can stay here for a bit longer, at least. He places his hands on Jimin’s thighs and closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. Jimin’s lips remain on his skin for a long while and Jeongguk doesn’t dare move, too content under his omega, too content with his scent surrounding him.

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Jeongguk can’t get the image of Jimin out of his head. He’s always thought Jimin is the prettiest angel there is on this planet. He’s never been able to keep his eyes off him. But the sight of him earlier today was too much for his poor enamored heart.

They both wore special attires for the wedding ceremony where both their packs were present. They were both dressed in white, silky clothing hanging from their arms and legs. It was pretty similar for both of them, but Jeongguk feels like it suited Jimin the most. It highlighted his beautiful features and made him look so angelic, Jeongguk had to hold himself back from reaching out to him and hugging him tightly.

He’s been itching to touch him for hours now. After the wedding ceremony, the celebrations began and they shared a dance, bodies not nearly close enough for Jeongguk to be satisfied. But they did what they had to and then drifted away from each other to greet everybody that was present.

Jeongguk noticed when Jimin was pulled away by his two best friends―probably to get him ready for the mating ritual. Jeongguk hasn’t seen him since them and it’s been over an hour. Jeongguk’s version of getting ready talking to Namjoon and Yoongi and telling them everything that’s changed since last night. Aside from that, he took a long shower―trying to keep his thoughts away from Jimin―and he changed into something more comfortable, just a robe, since nobody would be around to see him coming over to the cottage.

They had it prepared for them, the one they’ll be sharing for the rest of their lives. And Jeongguk is now standing in front of the door, eager to step inside. He knows Jimin is there, already waiting for him. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about this surprise Jimin has for him. Whatever it is, he’s sure it’ll drive him crazy, considering Jimin’s sultry gaze from when he told him about it.

As part of the ritual, Jimin should already be waiting for him. Normally, omegas prepare their nest for when the alpha joins them and then they lay together, allowing their bodies to get lost in each other. The mating must happen at some point during the night, but the rest―everything else they want to do―is up to them.

They didn’t talk about it last night. Jeongguk asked what Jimin wanted. And Jimin’s only response was: everything . So, Jeongguk’s dreams were filled with thoughts of all the things they could do tonight. They have hours, long hours of pleasure and touching. They have days, actually. Nobody will bother them during their week-long honeymoon phase. The thought makes a smile take over his lips.

The party will continue the whole night at the main camp. But the cottages are further away, where nobody will hear them, where they’ll have all the privacy they need.

Arousal flickers in Jeongguk’s belly and the desire for Jimin grows to a point where he can’t ignore it any longer. He doesn’t knock, just steps into the cottage and closes the door behind himself. He’s instantly hit with Jimin’s intense scent. It’s not just honey. It’s not just the gentle warmth of always. It’s filled with arousal right now, musky and strong and he can taste it on his tongue. His toes curl and pulse quickens.

Whatever Jimin might be up to, it’s turned him on so much that the whole cottage already is filled with his pheromones. The thought makes Jeongguk rush towards the bedroom, his alpha clawing at his chest for him to go to where his omega is.

And when he finds him, he pauses, feet frozen on the ground at the sight before him. He’s barely made it into the bedroom but he’s already unable to move. He reaches a hand towards the doorframe to steady himself, his nostrils flaring at Jimin’s strong scent. It’s more intense here, so intense it’s making Jeongguk’s head spin.

But that’s not what keeps him frozen in place. It’s the sight of Jimin that has him like this.

Out of all the things he could have expected, this is something that was not on his list. If he’s being honest, this feels like something pulled straight out of his dreams. It seems like something his brain would make up.

It’s just that, Jimin is perfectly laid out on the bed, beautiful silky bows wrapped around his limbs. They’re red and follow perfect trails across his arms, over his chest, his waist and hips, over his strong thighs and all the way to his ankles. All of him is wrapped up in the most beautiful way Jeongguk has ever seen. This is most definitely not what the mating ritual is about.

There aren’t rules, of course. There’s no “correct” way to do it. It depends on the couple. It depends on them. But the fact that Jimin decided to do this, to present himself to Jeongguk in this way, it’s too much. He stumbles forward, his entire body pulled to him and he falls to his knees by the end of the bed, fisting the sheets and leaning forward.

Jimin’s knees are bent and his hands move from where they were laying on the bed. They reach in between his thighs and cover him. He turns shy, despite the fact that he’s displayed so shamelessly on the bed. Jeongguk tries to do a quick inspection, since it’s almost impossible to pull his gaze away from Jimin.

He’s laying in a nest made out of their clothes―he must have brought over all the clothes that Jeongguk has left in his room before. Even though Jeongguk can smell some of his own scent around the room, it’s mostly Jimin’s scent that’s invading every crevice of the bedroom.

Jimin is wet already. Perhaps waiting for Jeongguk like this, all tied in pretty bows and completely naked, has aroused him enough that he smells ready for Jeongguk to just crawl onto the bed and dive into him.

He groans and reaches out. Jimin isn’t close enough, so he has to lean forward, pressing his chest to the edge of the bed. His fingers brush against Jimin’s.

“Won’t you let me see, Minnie?” He asks, voice dripping with desire. This is too much and he needs more . “God, you’re like a pretty gift perfectly ready for me to open up.”

Jimin makes a soft sound, his thighs spreading and his hands moving away― finally .

“I am,” he breathes out. “All ready for you, alpha.”

Jeongguk groans and takes in the view. Jimin is dripping already, his skin glistening with slick. Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat and places his hands on the insides of Jimin’s thighs. He spreads them further and Jimin lets him, his back arching. He looks so fascinating like this, but Jeongguk can’t help the thought that quickly settles in his head.

“Turn around,” he whispers, lifting himself up from his knees and getting onto the bed. Jimin does as he’s told, quickly moving into the perfect position. Jeongguk doesn’t even have to say anything. Jimin presents himself, back arched, ass in the air, legs spread. He’s a masterpiece, impossible to look away from. “Fuck, look at you,” Jeongguk murmurs, shaking his head. “Ready to be mounted and mated, my Min baby. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in the world. And you’re all mine. Mine to touch, mine to please.”

He settles on his knees and leans over Jimin to place his hand in between his shoulder blades. He presses down, until Jimin’s chest is pressed to the mattress and his hands are stretched above his head, fisting the sheets. Jeongguk hums, satisfied. He trails his fingers down Jimin’s spine, following a path all the way to where his ass is lifted in the air. He slides his hand to the side then, cupping his plump ass cheek.

“Ggukie,” Jimin pleads, wiggling his ass, tempting him. “I want you. I’ve been waiting for so long. Got all wet just thinking about you coming in here and seeing me.”

“I can see that,” Jeongguk whispers, placing his other hand on Jimin’s other ass cheek. He spreads them, his mouth watering at the sudden explosion of his scent as more slick trickles out of him. “How―?” He tries to ask, but he’s basically speechless. This is too much to take in. “Where did you get this idea from, hm? How did you think about something so naughty?”

Jimin whimpers, hands moving against the sheets, squeezing them tighter.

“I fantasized about it,” he mumbles, his words a bit muffled because his cheek is squished against the mattress. “Before I knew how you felt, I fantasized about doing this, showing you how much I’ve wanted you all this time. I wasn’t going to do it. But then you came last night and I just―the idea took over me. I had to do it.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, Jimin’s scent invading his senses.

“You had to look all pretty for me?” He asks softly, kneading at his ass cheeks again. “You wanted to present yourself to me, Minnie?”

Jimin groans. “Yes, alpha.”

Jeongguk growls, a low rumble in his throat, his alpha pleased at Jimin’s words and Jimin’s laid out form. Jimin is already flushed, his skin heated. He looks like the finest meal and Jeongguk is ready to feat upon him. There are so many things he wants to do, so many possibilities. And even though he has all night to do them―a week, even, he doesn’t think it’s enough time to devour Jimin the way he wants to.

“Fuck,” he exhales, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what―how am I supposed to control myself when all I want to do is crawl onto you, mount you, make you mine. All mine,” he mutters, sliding a bit closer, settling right behind Jimin. He still has the robe on, but he doesn’t mind it getting all soaked with Jimin’s slick. He presses his hips forward and Jimin whines, his ass pushing back, pressing to Jeongguk’s already half hard cock. Just looking at Jimin is enough for him to be too turned on right now. “I just want to take you like this, bent over for me. I―”

“Do it,” Jimin pleads. “I want you, Gguk. I want you so badly. Please. Please .”

Jeongguk spreads Jimin’s ass cheeks again, one of his thumbs sliding towards his hole. He brushes over it ever so softly. He’s all slick and wet, Jeongguk groans, sitting back on his knees and leaning forward. He dives right in, unable to stop himself from doing what he so badly wants.

He licks at Jimin’s wet rim, honey exploding in his mouth. Jimin whimpers so loud it makes his alpha claw at his chest. He wants more of Jimin’s whimpers, he wants to hear him scream out his name. He does it again, slow and steady. It’s messy. So much slick makes the glide too sloppy. But Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. Every time Jeongguk licks at his hole, he whines and squirms. His knees start to slide against the sheets, spreading further, his body pressing fully to the bed. He’s no longer holding himself up on his knees, but it doesn’t matter.

He looks just as pretty like that, all wrapped up in red bows and spread out for Jeongguk to do as he pleads. And oh, he does. He keeps Jimin’s cheeks spread with his hands and leans forward to properly suck on his hole. Jimin wails, his walls clenching around nothing . Jeongguk grins to himself.

“Does my Min baby want something inside of him?” He asks softly, teasing, licking across his rim again, only this time, he tenses his tongue, allowing the tip to catch on Jimin’s rim. Jimin whimpers, pushing back, as if asking for more. “Yeah? Want my tongue? My fingers?” He asks. He reaches down with one of his hands to press the heel to his fully hard cock. He’s too turned on and he’s aching and he wants nothing more than to fuck Jimin right this instant. And yet, he wants to take his time, too. He wants to enjoy it as much as possible.

So, he leans forward and gives Jimin his tongue. He fucks him with it, slipping it past his rim, making him moan and fist at the sheets. Even though this is the first time they’re exploring each other like this, it’s as if his alpha knows . Call it instinct or maybe this is just the way things were always meant to be between them. He just knows what Jimin needs, he knows how to touch him, how to drive him crazy. And he wants to exploit all of those things. He wants to make him feel so good he’s crying, writhing, pleading for more even after he’s thoroughly spent.

The thought is enough for a mental image to form in his head and Jeongguk grunts, decided to get there towards the end of their night.

“Feels good,” Jimin mumbles, clenching around Jeongguk’s tongue every time it catches on his rim. “So good, alpha. Please, more .”

“My greedy baby,” he murmurs, slick and saliva covering his chin. He doesn’t mind it one bit. He’s entirely surrounded by Jimin’s scent and there’s no other place he’d rather be. “I’ll give you everything you want always. I promise.”

He doesn’t mean just pleasure. He means everything else. He’ll give him anything he wants throughout all the years they’ll be together. He’ll give him anything, as long as he’s happy. He’d give him the whole world if he could.

“Ah, Gguk. Jeongguk ,” he moans, his body trembling. “Need―I can’t―”

“Hm?” Jeongguk hums, sliding his hand sideways. His finger brushes against Jimin’s hole as he licks across it and he grunts, hips stuttering. “Not enough to push you over the edge, Minnie?” He asks. “Want this, too?” He finishes the question by pushing his finger into Jimin. It goes in easily . He’s so wet and so ready for him, Jeongguk is met with no resistance, his finger burrowing to the hilt inside of Jimin.

“ Jeongguk ,” Jimin moans again, clenching around the single digit.

Jeongguk licks around his rim, pulling his finger back and pushing it deep into him again. Jimin moans louder, his hips moving, as if trying to ride Jeongguk’s finger. Jeongguk pulls it back and shoves two of them into Jimin. Again, he’s met with no resistance and just Jimin’s desperate whimpers, his hips moving faster now.

“Are you close, Minnie?” Jeongguk asks, licking around his rim, placing his free hand on Jimin’s hip to keep him still. “Who said you could move, hm? I want you to lay there and take it .”

Jimin whimpers, but doesn’t move any longer. All he does is clench around Jeongguk’s fingers and plead for more. Jeongguk gives it to him. He crooks his fingers deep inside of Jimin and brushes against his prostate. Jimin moans so loud, Jeongguk can’t help that his cock twitches. He wants to be inside of him. He wants to be inside of him so badly.

But first, he wants Jimin to cum. He wants to see it happen. So, he fucks him with his fingers. He pulls them out and thrusts them back in, curling them against his prostate each and every time. He lets his tongue swirl around his fingers, around Jimin’s rim and continues the steady pace until Jimin starts to tense up. Until he clenches harder and whimpers louder and starts squirming again, seemingly unable to hold still anymore.

“You’re so wet , your slick is dripping everywhere,” Jeongguk groans, delighted by the fact that his omega is so wet because of him. He releases his pheromones, hoping that they’ll invade Jimin, that they’ll make him feel everything more intensely. “Come on, Minnie. I want to see you cum.”

Jimin moans and almost as if on command, his body tenses further and he freezes all together. It’s a second and then he’s trembling violently, clenching around Jeongguk’s fingers as he shakes through his orgasm. He whimpers and whines and pants as he cums and Jeongguk leans back to watch it happen. He can’t see Jimin’s face, which is disappointing, but he can look at the rest of his body and the sight is absolutely perfect.

He’s covered in sweat and flushed all over and even though he’s no longer properly on his knees, he’s kept his back arched, ass up. Jeongguk shallowly thrusts into Jimin over and over again, drawing out the pleasure for him, making sure to avoid his prostate now that he’s cum. Jimin rides it out, hips moving slowly, until he suddenly slumps down, seemingly spent and unable to keep up anymore.

But his intense honey scent has been driving him crazy since he stepped into the room and he can’t hold back any longer. Now that his omega is satisfied, he wants to give him more. He wants to take, as well. He doesn’t bother taking his robe off, even though it’s already started opening with all his movements. It’s fallen over one of his shoulders and it’s barely clinging onto him. He doesn’t care. He’ll discard it later. Right now, he only has one objective in mind and he needs it so badly, he can’t think straight.

He lifts himself up on his knees again and grips Jimin’s hips. It’s not all that difficult to manhandle him into the position he wants. All he has to do is lift his hips in one single movement and Jimin’s knees are once more on the mattress. He places his hand in between his shoulder blades and presses down.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, tracing down his spine again, marveling in the sight that Jimin is. He’s still trembling, his body shaky as he tries to keep his back arched and ass presented to Jeongguk. “Can’t hold back anymore, Minnie. I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes, yes ,” Jimin exhales, pushing his ass back. He just came, but he seems ready for more. And Jeongguk is planning on giving that to him.

Jeongguk taps on the insides of Jimin’s thighs and Jimin spreads them a bit more. Jeongguk takes a brief second to look at him. Just one more time. Before he loses himself to desire and pleasure and love. He’s the most beautiful masterpiece Jeongguk has ever laid eyes on. He’s arched so perfectly, presented to him, ready to be mounted. God, Jeongguk’s head is spinning.

He groans and slides closer, pushing aside the robe so he can wrap his fingers around the base of his cock. His toes curl at the feeling, his flesh too sensitive now that he’s been hard for a long while. He holds off, although he’s desperate to feel Jimin’s tight heat around him. He gives himself a moment, if only to enjoy this even more. He strokes himself once with his slicked up fingers. There’s so much slick that it makes the glide easier. But that’s not enough. He wants more. He wants to have all of Jimin surrounding him entirely.

Jeongguk lets go of himself in favor of moving his fingers back in between Jimin’s ass cheeks. He collects slick and once more wraps his fingers around himself. Instant pleasure shoots up his spine and he leans forward, pressing his hips to Jimin’s ass, unable to contain himself. His cock brushes in between his ass cheeks as he presses harder against him. It almost feels as if he’s fucking him already, though the only thing that’s happening is that his cock is brushing in between Jimin’s cheeks, teasing him, but also teasing himself.

He’s so close, he’d just have to shift his hips a little, guide the head of his cock towards Jimin’s hole and he’s sure the glide into him would be easy, quick.

“ Fuck ,” he grunts, the thought enough to rile him up.

“Please, Ggukie,” Jimin mumbles, wiggling his ass again, pushing back against him.

Jeongguk places his hand on Jimin’s hip and slides his fingers up his cock, stroking himself, coating himself with Jimin’s slick before finally lining himself up with Jimin’s hole. He holds his breath, knowing damn well that this experience is one that will blow his mind. And, sure enough, as soon as he nudges his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing into Jimin, pleasure explodes around him in an overwhelming wave that takes over his entire body.

He has to hold himself still to stop the inevitable from happening. Jimin is so tight, despite the fact that Jeongguk opened him up with his tongue and fingers, despite the fact that he’s so wet it’s dripping all over the place. With shaky hands, he grips Jimin’s hips and brushes his thumbs over the flesh he can reach, giving himself a few seconds.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers. “It’s―fuck, I need a moment.”

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Jimin mumbles, his hands fisting the sheets. Jeongguk looks upwards, to where Jimin has placed his cheek on the sheets.

Perhaps Jeongguk should have known. Jimin told him last night that he’s been in love with him for a long while. The same way Jeongguk has been in love with him. And he’s been waiting, too. He’s been waiting for the one person he’s meant to be with, knowing damn well that it’s been Jimin all this time. He was fine waiting. He didn’t need anyone if it wasn’t Jimin. So, he should have known that Jimin might have been waiting too.

And yet, hearing him say it, knowing that he’s waiting for him ―it breaks something inside of him. He groans and pushes his hips forward. Jimin moans loudly, hands twisting in the sheets as Jeongguk slides deeper into him. He doesn’t stop, though he goes slow. All the way until he’s nestled deep inside of Jimin’s wet warmth. Jeongguk releases a shaky exhale, throwing his head back and closing his eyes because they sting with pleasure induced tears.

Nothing has ever felt better than this. Nothing could ever being to compare to this. Jeongguk’s life will never be the same after this moment, he realizes. He’ll never be able to stop thinking about it. He’ll never be able to push it out of his head. He’ll want this, all the time. He’ll want Jimin every single second of every single day.

He slides his hands forward, hooking them over Jimin’s hipbones and holds him close, keeping his hips pressed to his ass. Jimin is clenching so hard around him it should hurt, but it just feels good―it feels too good.

“I’ve been waiting, too,” he murmurs, stroking Jimin’s skin softly, taking a deep breath to control himself. “I didn’t want anyone if it wasn’t you.”

Jimin whimpers, his ass pushing back and successfully pulling a moan out of Jeongguk. He looks down, eager to have the beautiful sight of Jimin in front of him. His back remains perfectly arched and his hands are stretched above his head as he fists the sheets. He’s still presenting himself to Jeongguk, even though his body is still trembling slightly with his previous orgasm.

“Please, alpha,” Jimin whines. “I want― ah .”

His words are cut off with a moan as Jeongguk slowly pulls back, just until the head of his cock catches on Jimin’s rim. Only a second later, he snaps his hips forward. Jimin’s body jostles with the force of his thrust and he moans just as loudly as he did before.

“Is this what my Min baby wanted?” Jeongguk asks, his body shaking because of how perfect this feels. It’s too good. It’s too much. Jeongguk will never be the same man again after this moment. “You wanted me to fuck you?”

“ Yes ,” Jimin whimpers.

So, Jeongguk gives it to him again. He pulls back and snaps his hips forward, groaning at the marvelous feeling. Jimin’s walls contract around him and every time the base of his cock is squeezed by his rim, Jeongguk shudders. His knot forms there and it’s far too sensitive already. He wouldn’t be surprised if he pops a knot with how good this feels, even if he’s not in rut.

The thought makes him whimper. Yes, he wants Jimin to be hanging off his knot. He wants Jimin to be stuck there, tied to him in a way that doesn’t allow him to move away. And Jeongguk will have his way with him, pepper kisses all over his skin, nip and bite, nibble on the perfectly smooth skin. He’s mark him up in more ways than one.

He settles for a pace, snapping his hips forward, unrelentless, marveling in the way Jimin moans over and over again with each of his thrusts. He’s holding onto the sheets for dear life and keeping his back arched for Jeongguk to continue hitting his prostate with each of his thrusts. Every time he pushes forward, he pulls Jimin back with his hands still hooked over his hipbones and Jimin whimpers.

There’s something so fascinating about the way Jimin looks right now, covered in sweat, slick dripping down his thighs, his pretty flushed skin wrapped with red bows. He really is a pretty gift that Jeongguk wants to open up and never let go of.

He fucks Jimin like that for a long time, pausing and slowing down whenever he feels like his orgasm is starting to approach. And Jimin whines, moans, pleads for more all the while, his body constantly being jostled forward by the strong snap of Jeongguk’s hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Minnie,” Jeongguk mumbles, reaching up to brush his forearm over his forehead where sweat has started to drip down his face. He shakes the robe off his body and lets it fall somewhere behind him. His body is too sensitive, what with how long he’s been trying to stop his orgasm from building, basically edging himself to ensure that this lasts.

But he can tell he can’t do it any longer. His skin is heating, his balls are tightening and the warmth surrounding him is making his head spin. Jimin’s pheromones are all over the place and Jeongguk just needs release .

He bends forward, reaching for Jimin’s wrists and as he does, he presses down harder against him, until Jimin’s knees give in and slide back, his body ending up squished between Jeongguk’s and the mattress. He’s pinned to the bed, Jeongguk’s hands holding his wrists down and his body keeping the rest of him in place.

This new position makes it so that when Jeongguk grinds his hips against Jimin’s ass, he’s brushing right against his prostate. And Jimin makes a loud sound, his hips squirming, his body shaking.

“Feels good there, Minnie?” He asks, his lips pressed right to Jimin’s ear. “Tell me, hm? Tell alpha how good it feels.”

“Good, so good,” Jimin blurts out, lifting his hips as best as he can when they’re trapped by Jeongguk’s. He pushes his ass back and Jeongguk grunts at the feeling, his own hips moving forward on their own accord. He knows he won’t last much longer and, as much as he wants to draw it out for a little bit more, it’s only a matter of time before he caves and loses control. “More, alpha. Give me more .”

Jeongguk nibbles on Jimin’s scent gland, realizing it’s the first time he comes close to it since he got into this room. Jimin must realize too because he whimpers and tilts his head to the side in submission. The action makes a shudder travel down Jeongguk’s body, his hips snapping forward. It’s all he’s moving―his hips. The rest of his body remains as it is, pressed tightly to Jimin’s, holding onto him for dear life.

“What more do you want, Minnie?” He asks softly, his lips brushing against Jimin’s ear as he does. “I’m giving you everything already, aren’t I? I gave you my mouth, my tongue, my fingers. I’m giving you my cock. What else do you want, hm?” Jimin groans and pushes his ass back again, his hands twisting in the sheets. But Jeongguk keeps them pinned down. He’s properly mounting him now and he just can’t help but want to keep him here, right where he wants him, right where he’s supposed to be. “Tell me,” he exhales, breathless already, his orgasm starting to build. There’s no stopping it this time, he slows down the movement of his hips and Jimin whimpers, protesting. “What more do you want, Minnie?” He asks again.

“Your knot,” Jimin blurts out. “Want it. Want it so bad. Want you to mate me. Bite me. Mark me up. I want―”

“I’ll give you that,” Jeongguk interrupts, groaning and nuzzling into Jimin’s nape. “I’ll give you all of that. I’ll make you mine, all mine.”

“Yes, yours,” Jimin pleads. “I want you. Please, Jeongguk. Please .”

Jeongguk presses a delicate kiss against Jimin’s nape and takes a slow breath. He lets go of Jimin’s wrists in favor of placing his forearms on the mattress, at either side of his head. He holds himself up like that and thrusts into Jimin again, this time pulling back until he’s almost all the way out and then thrusting back in with the slow movement of his hips. He keeps the slow pace, even though Jimin is whining for more, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s forearms, his ass pushing back. He spreads his legs further, as if that will make Jeongguk give him more.

And Jeongguk will. But he’ll do so slowly. He burrows his face into Jimin’s hair and breathes him in, eyes fluttering shut as he allows the waves of pleasure to take over his body and senses. It’s so intense he can’t breathe. His muscles are already protesting, but Jeongguk keeps going. He doesn’t dare stop.

He hits Jimin’s prostate with each of his thrusts and his breathing turns erratic, his movements losing their pace. Jimin is clenching so tight around him, he groans each time he pulls back, the feeling so intense his body trembles. His orgasm builds quickly, now that he lets it happen. And sure enough, his knot starts to swell, catching on Jimin’s rim, making pleasure shoot up his spine more frequently.

“Fuck, that’s it, Minnie,” he groans, burrowing his face in Jimin’s neck and wrapping his arms around him to hold him tight against his chest. He continues moving, nuzzling into the side of Jimin’s neck, nibbling on his scent gland.

He wants to bite, but he’s not sure it’s the right moment. Jimin should bite him back as soon as possible and if Jeongguk knots him in this position, they won’t be able to move for another long while. So, he holds back and instead scents Jimin as he moves his hips, spreading his pheromones all over him.

“M’close,” Jimin blurts out. “Gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, Minnie,” Jeongguk grunts, snapping his hips forward. Jimin cums and Jeongguk feels it around his cock, the way he clenches so tight, his walls spasming around him. It pushes him over the edge, his knot fully forming and locking them together.

His orgasm hits him a second later, his hips pressing tightly to Jimin’s ass. It washes over him in waves, his body shaking with each of them, cum shooting out of him and painting Jimin’s walls. He’s surrounded by warmth and he can barely breathe, but he feels the pleasure all the way to his toes. It seems to last forever and it takes him a long while to come back to himself.

When he does, he notices that he’s basically crushing Jimin with his weight so he rolls onto his side and holds him tightly to his body, his knot keeping them locked together. Not that he’d move away if that wasn’t the case. He wants to stay here, enveloped by Jimin’s warmth for as long as possible.

Jimin is silent for a long while, probably dozing off because of the two orgasms he just had. Jeongguk doesn’t mind. He nuzzles into Jimin’s nape and presses kisses everywhere he can, content with being like this, content with giving him love. Now that he’s not surrounded by the haze of lust, there’s excitement bubbling in his chest just at the thought of them mating and spending the rest of this week like this, giving each other pleasure, touching each other gently, riling each other up.

He groans, his cock twitching inside of Jimin. He sighs and grinds his hips forward, just enough that pleasure settles in the low of his belly. He does it again and the same thing happens, pulling a soft moan from his lips.

“Again?” Jimin asks, startling Jeongguk.

He hooks his chin over Jimin’s shoulder and tightens his arm around him.

“You’re just so perfect,” he mumbles. “Can’t help that I want you all the time.”

Jimin’s fingers brush over his forearm, sliding up to his hand and twining with his own. Jeongguk presses his cheek to Jimin’s, content with this calming moment.

“I want you too,” Jimin mumbles. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t believe we’re here now. And we have forever.”

They do. They really do. Jeongguk squeezes tighter around him and presses a kiss to Jimin’s neck, down and down he goes until he’s on his scent gland again. He nibbles on the skin, wondering what it’ll feel like once he bites down on his flesh and ties them together forever. The thought makes him groan and Jimin giggles, his ass pushing back teasingly. Jeongguk feels pleasure tingling up his spine almost immediately.

“You drive me crazy,” Jeongguk mumbles. “I want to mate you so badly right now.”

Jimin hums. “We gotta wait for your knot to come down.” Jeongguk nods and tries to relax. They have a while before that happens and if he keeps getting all turned on, he’s not sure it’ll come down any time soon. Instead, he plays with Jimin’s fingers and slides his own in between, giving himself something else to think about. “I want to mate you too,” Jimin adds, a long moment after. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since they told us about the arranged marriage. I’m just so happy we’re both doing it because we really want to. Because we love each other. I love you so much, Gguk. You have no idea how much you mean to me and how happy I am that we can do this, that we’re together.”

Jeongguk’s heart flutters in his chest and his entire body warms upon Jimin’s words. They make him feel all sorts of way, excitement taking over him again. He places a kiss on Jimin’s nape and burrows his nose into his hair before he speaks.

“I’m glad I went to see you last night,” he confesses. I don’t know why, but it was painful to think about you being with me, just because of the arrangement. I needed you to know, that what I felt for you was so beyond that. So, I’m glad too. That we can be together. That we’ll be happy together for the rest of our lives.”

Jimin turns his head and even though the position isn’t the best, their lips meet in a slow kiss. Jeongguk has missed Jimin’s mouth since last night―he only got to kiss him very briefly during the wedding ceremony, after all. Now, he’s allowed to have all of Jimin’s warmth, their lips sliding against each other at their own pace, slow and gentle. Jeongguk nibbles on Jimin’s lower lip as he leans back and Jimin turns around with a big smile on his lips, leaning back against him, as if they’re not already close enough as it is.

Silence falls over them as they wait and soon enough, Jeongguk’s knot starts to come down. When that happens, Jimin doesn’t miss a single second. He leans forward and Jeongguk’s cock slips out of him. Jeongguk groans at the feeling, his cock still far too sensitive and, admittedly, very much hard. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind this, though. He turns around and pushes gently against Jeongguk’s chest until he’s laying down on the bed. He climbs onto him without hesitation and before Jeongguk can open his mouth to say something, Jimin’s fingers wrap around his cock and he lowers himself on it.

Jeongguk’s cock slips past his rim without meeting resistance and Jimin lowers himself all the way on him, until he’s once more settled deep inside of him. Jeongguk whines at the feeling around his still sensitive cock. Jimin opens up to him so easily, still loose from what they did just minutes ago. Jeongguk’s hands move to Jimin’s hips and he grips them tightly as Jimin sighs, throwing his head back and moving his hips in slow circles.

It feels so good, Jeongguk’s toes curl. Maybe it’s because he’s still sensitive from his previous orgasm, but the pleasure feels even more intense, deep in his belly, spreading across his limbs at a rapid pace. There’s no controlling the way he moves, desperate for more, desperate for everything that Jimin has to offer. He sits up, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s hips and lifting his own to meet his movements.

“You really are so greedy,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to Jimn’s collarbone, sucking on his skin and earning himself a soft moan. “I will give you everything you want, Minnie. Always. Don’t doubt that.”

“I love you,” Jimin exhales, his cheek brushing against Jeongguk’s. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Jeongguk replies, trailing kisses up to Jimin’s scent gland.

He mouths at the skin there and Jimin arches against him, his hips losing their pace. This is different to what they did before. This is deliberately slow and almost lazy, their bodies already spent, but still eager to share pleasure. Their wolves wishing for one thing. They have the whole week for it. They have time. But they want it now. They need it now.

They want the bond.

“Bite me,” Jimin pleads, his fingers slipping into Jeongguk’s hair and keeping him close to his neck. His other arm is wrapped around Jeongguk’s shoulders and his other hand has settled on Jeongguk’s nape, applying just enough pressure that a low rumbles settles in his chest. “Tie us together, Gguk. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve waited for so long.”

Jeongguk nods, scraping his teeth along Jimin’s skin, teasing him somewhat, but also giving himself time to breathe. He doesn’t want to jump right into it. He wants to take his time. He slides his hand up Jimin’s spine, all the way until he’s settled it in between his shoulder blades and the other one rests loosely on the low of his back, keeping him close.

Slowly, he pulls his lips back and bites down on Jimin’s skin, not enough to break it, but applying enough pressure that Jimin whimpers, his hips stuttering. Pleasure is escalating so quickly, Jeongguk knows it’s just a matter of time before it explodes around them.

“Are you ready?” He asks softly, licking at the spot he just bit, soothing the ache.

“Yes,” Jimin exhales, tilting his head to the side in that way he always does with Jeongguk. The sign of submission makes Jeongguk’s wolf take over. He growls and bites down again, this time hard enough that he breaks skin.

Jimin gasps, his fingers tightening in Jeongguk’s hair. He makes a soft, pained sound. But then his body relaxes against Jeongguk’s and a breathy moan leaves his lips. Jeongguk feels the bond forming. He listens to Jimin’s heart until he realizes he can feel it in his own chest. He focuses on his breathing and realizes he can feel that too. He can feel everything Jimin is feeling. He can catch his thoughts here and there, though it’s hard to pinpoint them. Maybe with time.

The bond has been made, though. He rubs at the base of Jimin’s spine and pulls his mouth away, licking at the mating bite softly, trying to soothe some of the ache that’s bound to settle there in a while.

“Bite me back, Minnie,” he whispers. “Mate me.”

Jimin’s head tilts forward and gentle lips brush against Jeongguk’s skin before he feels the sting of the bite. It hurts very bad for just a couple of seconds and then there’s just calmness. There’s just Jimin. Jimin invading him in every possible way, Jimin inside of him, a part of him. Jimin everywhere.

There’s just Jimin.

Jimin.

He wraps his arms around Jimin and feels pleasure explode around him. He faintly hears Jimin moan around the skin that he’s biting, but everything is just a hazy of pleasure and excitement and Jimin . It’s all he can feel and see. Just him. It’s good. It’s perfect. It’s everything he’s ever wished for and more.