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Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong.
That's what Yoongi tells himself as he awakes this morning, so early that the sun is barely rising and that's not his habit. So early that his room is plunged in a comfy and warm darkness, the rest of the night creeping in the shadows of the corners and dreams blocking his view for some seconds.
He's sticky with sweat, cold shivers running down his spine where his damp top is sticking to his back, torso rising quickly as he's panting and out of breath. His limbs feel weak and his bones hurt. He feels lonely and cold even though it's already way too hot for him around there.
But more than that, Yoongi feels lonely, and a whine is creeping in his throat, his wolf crying silently inside him and his body craving for the heat of another, the space between his arms feeling empty and needing to be filled by someone.
But he's Min Yoongi.
And Min Yoongi doesn't feel lonely.
As far as anyone knows Min Yoongi, they would define him as lazy, non-friendly or only with three or four people, uncaring and as hard and closed off as a rock. He's grumpy and rejects anyone, hating contact and babbling people. He hates being in the presence of too many people and prefers being alone in his flat.
People would add too, that he's asexual and that he'll end alone.
And that he's a beta.
What people don't know, is that the small greenish-blonde is far from hating contact and loves passing long afternoons with Hoseok, the omega with a great presence. What they don't know is that he hates being in crowed places, or speaking for too long, or flirting with people because Yoongi isn't a beta, but a weak and fragile omega, struggling each time an alpha comes in contact with him, knees growing weak and throat seizing.
But Yoongi hates feeling weak, and Yoongi doesn't want to be claimed randomly, he doesn't want to be dependent and doesn't want to end with an alpha. In any case.
So during all those years he had built this image, living far from any pack deep in the human territory, and even though wolves are always really present in society, he's in security, at least feels in security, and enjoys his life as an independent omega.
What Yoongi had forgotten, though, was that, in fact, as an omega something really important would happen one day.
Yoongi got his rank seven years ago at sixteen and until there, everyone that knew it thought he was sterile. Yoongi had never gone into heats, and it's pretty rare for an omega to go through the first symptoms at 23.
Especially during February, even though the season would begin only during April or May.
But here he was, sticky sweat in his bed, member engorged and standing proudly under the sheet (Yoongi likes to sleep half naked) and ass leaking with this sort of gross fluid he had heard about and hoped to never experience.
He grimaces, trying to stand and thinking that a good shower wouldn't hurt a fly. He needs to get rid of it, hoping that it's just a dysfunction of his body and that it'll leave quickly, just announcing this year he was going to have his first heat because Yoongi is absolutely
not
ready right now.
But the cold water felt freezing over his skin, and he feels like he's heating more at the contact, lips quivering and whine echoing in the humid place as his legs are almost giving up.
It's ten times worse than a fever, he decides, the worst thing he’s ever experience and he's lost, not knowing what he should do at all.
The first thing he thinks, of course, is to call Hoseok, the other omega who’s had heats since early seventeen and oh god the younger had been through so many heats until then that Seokjin doesn't know what to do about him.
«
Can you come over here
?
»
«
Yoongi, don't you remember I'm not at home
? I told you two days ago, we're on a trip at
Gwangju
with
Jinnie
»
and fuck, yeah, he had forgot about this detail
«
What's happening
? You sound out of breath. Is everything alright
?
»
«
Y-yeah,
hobi.... I think I'm going through my first heat
»
There is silence on the other side of the line and Yoongi would have laughed imagining the other’s shocked expression if he wasn't almost melting in his bed at the moment. Then there was a few things falling, maybe and a few rushed steps, a loud bang and-
«
SEOKJIN, WE HAVE TO LEAVE,
RIGHT NOW
»
Yoongi chuckled, even in his state.
«
N-no, it's alright
Hobi, just tell me what I have to do
» he took a deep breath.
He hears Seokjin saying things from far, and Hoseok sighing.
«
Okay Okay.... You.... it's too late to take suppressant, hyung.... sadly... all you can to now, is release
»
he mumbled, embarrassed and Yoongi gasped.
«
You don't mean
that, right
?
» he gulped and Hoseok hesitated.
«
Yes... I mean
that
hyung, you have to touch yourself, to helps it pass. Or else, you have to call for help from someone else
» he deadpanned and Yoongi knew what he meant.
«
I'll not calling for an alpha
» he growled and Hoseok sighed.
«
Seokjin knows a gentle beta that could help you, you know. Do you remember Jungkook
?
»
«
Thanks, but not that brat please
» Yoongi rolled his eyes to the sky, «
Thanks,
Hobi, but I-I think I'll take care of all of that myself
» he mumbled again.
«
Okay... but be sure to lock yourself well.... even though, I think you shouldn't be left alone in your flat, if an alpha found you... especially since it's your first heat....
»Hoseok added and Yoongi's gulped at the thought.
He had forgotten this detail.
«
You should go to Namjoon's at least. Take care, please
»
Hoseok added before Yoongi could hang up.
Yoongi was looking at the door of his room, thinking about what the other had just said.
Namjoon.
Hoseok is not that insane, finally.
Yoongi looks again at the door and frowns. In his state it's maybe the best thing he can do. He has two solutions. Touch himself, let more pheromones pour around and risk having an alpha breaking his entrance door to fuck him, or go to Namjoon's, his neighbor, and trick the human, making it pass off for sickness and be in security there.
Yoongi blushes at the thought, feeling that it's the best idea Hoseok has ever had.
Plus, it wouldn't be that bad to become even closer with the tall blond, no
?
As much as Yoongi wants to deny it, he has always had a soft spot
for this clumsy giant since the first day the younger moved into the apartment next door. Yoongi likes him, a lot, because he's fun, talkative, maybe, but he's intelligent and knows when Yoongi doesn't want any noise. He likes music a lot too and Yoongi finds he’s talented and strong, even for a human.
Yoongi hates to admit it, but he's quite addicted to the taller's smile, and those stupidly attractive dimples in the corner of those plump and kissable lips.
Suddenly, imagining Namjoon taking care of him, washing him with smiles and warmly stroking his head while he's warmly draped in the other’s bed, his scent invading his nose, having his first heat right now doesn't seem that bad anymore.
And his wolf agrees a lot.
Yoongi struggle to stay on his feet and hesitated to open the door of his flat. Entering the corridor would risk spreading his scent around quickly. Normally there aren’t any alphas in his building, so it might be fine, but it wouldn't be surprising if any other creature could suddenly plop next to him and do things to him. (It had happened to Hoseok before he could be claimed by Seokjin, an Incubus, stronger than his weakened state of course. Thankfully Seokjin had saved him before the creature could steal the younger’s virginity. That's how they had also met)
He swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath and opening the door. He was walking on wobbling legs, hurrying himself in front of Namjoon's door and clearing his throat, trying to calm his heart.
«
Yoongi, You're Yoongi. You don't like hugs, aren't too gentle and don't smile that much. You're here because you're sick and need help because you feel weak
» he nodded to himself, smiling in triumph «
that’s it
» and he knocked.
He feels his heart beat increase as he hears steps coming and feels his legs giving up.
«
Just a few seconds
» he pleaded to himself and let out a relieved sigh as the door cracked open.
«
Yoongi Hyung
? What are you doing here at this
hou- WOW
!
» Namjoon grabbed him in time, Yoongi's body totally going limp and he frowned as he felt as if his fever had gotten worst. «
Hyung
? Are you fine
?
» he panicked, Yoongi relaxing as the taller trailed him into his flat, closing the door behind him.
He wince a little as he's deposited onto the sofa and Namjoon got so worried it made Yoongi's heart melt a little.
«
Do we have to go to the hospital
? Oh my dear, what can I do
?
» he was practically shouting and Yoongi sighed.
«
I-I just need some sleep, stop p-panicking that much
» he groaned, cheek flushing as he feels another wave coming.
«
You're sweating so much, you might be cold, let me-
» he mumbled, grabbing Yoongi again and carrying him to his bedroom.
It felt so good, pressed against the taller's chest and Yoongi grabbed the other's shirt hard, resisting the need to plunge his head into his neck and get drunk with the scent. Yoongi feels like he's really not alright, because usually he has great self-control but this time he's two feet away from letting all his resolves break.
«
Here, I'm going to search for a wet towel
» Namjoon breathed gently, laying the older on his bed and throwing the covers over him. Yoongi nods and closes his eyes breathing deeply.
«
Why did you come here, though
?
» Namjoon asked, wiping Yoongi's sweat away and it feels good on his burning skin.
The other is warm too, and Yoongi can feel his heat from where he's lying.
«
I.... I don't know
» Yoongi breathed.
He can't say it's because he felt lonely.
«
Okay, rest a little, okay
?
» Namjoon says, before sliding a hand in the shorter’s hair.
Yoongi shivers at that, and before he can react he was moaning softly at the contact, leaning into the touch.
He freezes, feeling Namjoon stop and saw him widen his eyes in shock. The heat creeping up his cheeks isn't his heat and he's even more embarrassed to know he's blushing in front of Namjoon.
He averts his eyes, looking around and pushing aside Namjoon's hand. His heart beat is increasing and he feels uneasy, totally trapped and panicked.
«
H-hyung... y-you
»
«
Medicine, do y-you have medicine Namjoon
?
» he cut him off before he could say something even more embarrassing and Namjoon pauses for a second.
«
Hyung.... are you sure you're sick
?
» he asks and Yoongi swallows, eyes locking slowly with the younger.
Namjoon's face is too close, way too close, and his breath is becoming short. Yoongi's wolf is whining, half in appreciation of the proximity, half in fear and Namjoon lifts a hesitating hand to caress Yoongi's cheek.
The older doesn't reject it and his breath is cut short, panting already as he feels hotter all over and he's getting even more aroused by the other’s scent.
«
Hyung,
why
did you came here
» Namjoon repeated, this time voice low and breathy, making Yoongi gasp loudly and a pleading whine escape his lips.
«
I-I I don't know
» it was said in all the distress, Yoongi's feeling totally lost by this sudden reaction.
Namjoon nibbles at his plump lips and Yoongi follows it, need creeping in his gut and he had almost forgotten that he was in heat, the sudden wetness in his pants coming back and the pressure in the front of his boxers becoming unbearable.
Namjoon seems to notice it too, as his eyes trail to Yoongi's lower parts, visible even with the cover on and Yoongi wants to die from embarrassment.
«
H-hyung.... You're in heat
?
» he breaths huskily and Yoongi’s shocked by him, eyes searching as he's totally taken aback by the question.
«
What
?
» it's the only things he's able to say, because how could Namjoon possibly know he's in heat
?
«
I know you're a wolf, hyung
»
«
H-how
?
»
Namjoon chuckles a little at that and it makes Yoongi feels a little light headed.
«
Well, I might be human but I'm quite knowledgeable about all the magic and fantasy things in this world
» he grinned.
Yoongi gulped, blushing even more and fidgeting, trying to put distance between them.
«
So, why did you came here
?
» Namjoon insisted and Yoongi wants to murder him. «
This is practically an invitation
» he whispers in the older’s ear and Yoongi arches a little at the timber, fingers coming to grip in the younger's top.
«
W-what are you s-saying
» he whines and Namjoon smiles warmly.
«
You're coming here, in heat, and letting me touch you, reacting to my voice. You're so hot, right now hyung, you know
?
» he breaths, lips ghosting along the sensitive spot near his ear.
«
I-I don't, I-I.....
» Yoongi tries to protest, but his body is fast reacting and his mind is getting blurry, pores pouring with need and eyes watering, member hard and his wolf howling to be touched,
fucked.
«
It's alright, Yoongi
» Namjoon adds, fingers pressing on the older’s shoulder «
Just tell me if you want me to help you. If you don't, I will just leave the room. Do you want me to touch you
?
» he hums.
Yoongi can't resist anymore and he throws a pleading look to Namjoon, nodding, head trailing behind Namjoon's and craving to taste those lips. Namjoon cracks a smile and lean softly, licking his lips slowly to wet them before pressing onto the other. Yoongi gasp at the contact, thighs quivering and he arches from the bed, whining in need, fingers curling violently on the other’s top and pulling him closer to him.
Namjoon growls softly and deepens the kiss, Yoongi moaning at the sound and asking for more.
He opens his legs automatically, and would have hated that in any other situation, but at this precise moment, as Namjoon settle between his legs, he pleads for more, palm pressing on Namjoon's ass and searching for friction.
«
God, you're hotter than I thought
» he groans loudly and Yoongi shivers, agreeing.
«
S-stop speaking, I'm
alm-most
dying here, f-fuck
» he threatens and Namjoon chuckles.
«
Let me undress you
» he say sexily and Yoongi nods, hands unclenching Namjoon's top and the younger removes it quickly, his own too and presses their chests together.
Yoongi purrs in delight at the feel, his wolf groaning in content and Namjoon hums too.
Yoongi loses the rest of his control and begs silently, making quick work of their remaining clothes, hungrily eyeing Namjoon's tanned skin.
Namjoon is smirking, loving to see Yoongi at his mercy and presses their hips, enjoying the beauty of Yoongi, head thrown back in pleasure and mouth agape. He rolls his hips, asking for more, tears wetting his cheeks and Namjoon is feeling already too hot.
«
The things you do to me
» he growls before lifting Yoongi's hips a little, lips coming to dispose butterfly kisses on Yoongi's neck and chest, tongue licking the milky skin. Yoongi's already high and he keens as Namjoon's lips came to a rest on his nipples. He's high and drunk on pleasure, all too sensitive and hell, until then he hated heat, but not anymore as Namjoon's tongue licked his and his mouth suck his sensitive buds.
He's choking on his pleasure, Namjoon’s hands coming to play with his engorged length. Yoongi bursts, exploding in Namjoon's hands from his sensitivity, the lazy stroke around his engorged flesh too much. Namjoon chuckles at that, licking his finger and kissing Yoongi right after.
They exchange their heat, Namjoon hands never leaving his.
«
I-I'm not sure of what I should do
» Namjoon admits and Yoongi succeeds to smile a little.
«
Fuck me, please, fuck me
»
«
I-I know but.... lube? Preparation? No foreplay?
» Namjoon ask and Yoongi's getting impatient.
«
Leave that for another t-time
!
» he gets impatient and Namjoon freezes for a second, before chuckling.
«
Okay, Okay
» and then he leans in for a kiss. «
Get on your knees, pretty
»
And Yoongi can't refuse the order, it's in his nature after all.
The feeling of Namjoon's warmth on his back, fingers travelling along his chest and lips on his neck is enough to make beads of cum drip from his tip. He shuddered, moaning, as a long and slim finger slides inside him, too easily for his taste.
But fuck that, it felt too good.
«
Fuck, you're so wet. I didn't think omega were like that. You're already so hot usually but hell
» Namjoon growls and Yoongi whines in submission, loving the compliment.
His wolf in satisfied by the praise, making him bend even more, head in his arms and ass in the air. He quickly becomes a moaning mess, the finger working him open quickly becoming two. He leaks even more, eyes closed. Namjoon's fingers are so good, so long, coming so deep and he feels like it's already too much, voice getting louder.
«
Louder, pretty, your voice is so wonderful
» Namjoon breath in his hair and Yoongi respond with a scream, prostate pressed and played with. His thighs quivering, threatening to give up but Namjoon is securely holding him, adding another finger as he kisses the length of his back, Yoongi pleading for more, much more, the younger's free hand playing with the come on his tip, making him drip even more on the sheets.
The air in the room feels cold and good on his burning skin and he's suffocating on Namjoon's scent. The taller has never smelt this much, or that’s what he thought, maybe he never really noticed and he's grateful or else he'd have broken in the other’s arms much earlier. And Yoongi doesn't know if it would have been a good thing or not.
«
I-I'm ready, please,
Joonie
» he pants and Namjoon groans in content at the pet name.
«
I'm not, pretty, would you help me
?
» he husks in his ears, turning Yoongi and holding him.
Yoongi gulps as he sees the younger’s tall member standing proudly and doesn't hesitate to crawl over the blond, taking into his slim fingers the engorged flesh. He likes how Namjoon shivers and wants to be more dominated by this voice so he resists a little, teasing Namjoon with slow and light stroke.
«
Do it properly
» he orders and Yoongi takes a breath for a second, far too aroused by that.
He feels like coming, just from the sound of this voice and bends submissively, giving kitten licks on Namjoon's tip before sucking all the length, laying the flat of his tongue on the protruding vein and swirling it on the tip. He hollows his cheeks as he gets it as far as he can in his mouth, lips wrapping perfectly around the thick member and Namjoon throws his head back, a hand grabbing roughly Yoongi's hair.
That's what the older want, and he whines, wanting even more, loving it rough -as he just discovered- and Namjoon appreciates the vibration.
Yoongi let’s go of it for a second, breathing a 'f-fuck my mouth' and Namjoon seems to stop for a second.
«
I'd rather fuck your ass, pretty
» he smirks and Yoongi moans loudly at that, thrown on his back.
Two secure arms circle around his head, on the mattress of the bed and it feels warm, secure and familiar to him.
He arches as Namjoon puts it inside and begs to feel him deeper, the taller complying. Namjoon is a little surprised at how well the older is taking him inside, and Yoongi doesn't seem in pain, only lust and bliss pouring
from his lips, moans echoing through the room as he begins to move.
He's sharp and not gentle from the beginning, rutting restlessly inside the shorter frame and letting himself drift in his own pleasure.
Yoongi loves how Namjoon kisses his shoulder blades, sucking softly at the skin as he accelerates, making the older chant even louder his pleasure and Yoongi began to move in time with the hard hip thrusts, meeting the younger and allowing him deeper in the welcoming warmth. Namjoon growls at that, their sweat making their body stick together, the obscene sounds of wet entrance and skin meeting in hard moves and their panting meeting.
Yoongi feels high, Namjoon’s big and long enough to please him like he needs to, hard flesh hitting his prostate dead on and his thighs quiver, threatening to give up from the pressure. He can't, though, because Namjoon is holding him for dear life, not wanting to let go as he tries to get deeper and deeper, wanting to feel more but to hear more too and Yoongi is lost.
He feels loved at this time and it's confusing. He noticed that he wants to always be this close to the younger.
«
N-Namjoon
» he pants, moans becoming hoarse and Namjoon growl a rough «Yeah?
»
«
I- I think I.....
» he hesitates, nibbling at his lips and his arms giving up, head hitting the soft pillow and a scream leaving his lips as his sweet spot is pressed at dully.
«
What is it, hyung?
» Namjoon ask playfully and Yoongi groans. He's too far gone, his high building and almost there and Namjoon's too, the older going deeper and deeper, pace sharp and controlled.
«
Come for me, hyung, come for me
» he breaths in the omega's ear and Yoongi needs nothing more to simply do that, his alpha command undeniable and he spurts everything once more on the sheets.
«
Please, Namjoon
» he begs, once he’s coming down from his high, meeting the other thrust and trying to get him deeper «
Please, fill me
» his voice is high and pleading.
He wants to feel a knot, wide and big tearing him apart and knows that Namjoon can't, but strangely it doesn't bother him that much. Namjoon grunts, breathing words of approval and another orgasm hit Yoongi as he feels the first rope of cum entering him, walls clenching around the taller to milk him more.
He's drooling, he knows it, the pleasure too intense and the need burning his vein. He feels full by the time Namjoon finishes.
And he realizes at this precise moment that it had been long that his wolf had already chosen the blond as his alpha.
Yoongi stirs slowly from his slumber, back aching and he frowns, eyes closed as he tries to open it. The room is plunged in a half darkness, a lamp next to the bed delivering a dim light in the space, only making the wolf distinguish slowly that he's still in Namjoon's room. He stretches, wincing a little and wondering how long he had slept.
The sticky feeling between his thighs is far gone, even if he can tell Namjoon's cum is still inside and he frowns at that, feeling a little gross. He's dressed in clean clothes and hums at the clean scent mixed with Namjoon's own.
He tries to stand up, keeping in mind to search after the younger but as he opens the door of the room, he smelt another person in the apartment and so reaches the kitchen in silence.
Here is Namjoon, speaking with a younger boy that Yoongi recognizes as the taller's little brother. He had seen him often around here before and by how he still had his coat on, he could tell he had just arrived.
«
But I'm telling you, I found a solution for him to fall into your arms
!
» the brunet protested to the taller and Yoongi raised a brow, suddenly forgetting about announcing himself and witnessing to the conversation.
«
Tae, I'm telling you that I don't-
»
«
But Hyung, don't try to deny you love Min Yoongi, I saw how you check on him and have daydreams each time he has spoken to you
» the younger grinned and Namjoon blushes a little.
Yoongi is ten times redder by the confession, mouth parting a little and joy creeping into his belly.
«
Shut up brat...
»
«
Listen, it's simple Hyung, in no time he'll crawl here, all in heat and begging for you to fuck him.
»
«What?
» Namjoon shrieked, probably as surprised as Yoongi by the confession because that had just happened a few hours ago.
«
Look, Hyung, just before going to
Uni
this morning I put a charm on his door to provoke his heat-
»
«
You did that?
» Namjoon yelled, surprised as hell, but they both froze in place as the kitchen door banged violently open, an angry Yoongi all red in front of them.
«
Oh... I-I see it already worked
» the younger snorted, amused, his smile quickly fading away as Yoongi was literally fuming.
«
You little fucker!
»