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Tuning in Late Night Talking with Gloss at midnight might not be his brightest idea, but he’s desperate .
His heats haven’t always been uncomfortable, but lately they have turned out to be; he suffers through them and gets no satisfaction at all, his omega feeling restless instead of sated the days after his heat stops, and it’s getting unbearable.
He found the nightly ‘talk show’ —like a radio show or a podcast without knowing what the host looked like— by complete mistake as he scrolled down Twitter and saw a post about it, and at first Jimin had found it ridiculous. How was the host supposed to help with omegas’ heats, anyways? But the replies on the post were very positive, and in all honesty, Jimin’s curiosity had been piqued.
He told himself he’d tune in the radio show just to see how things worked, and just turn it off if he didn’t like it or found it extremely weird.
And it’s not like he has lots of options to choose from; it was tuning in the radio show or find himself a fuck buddy in less than twenty four hours who would be willing to help him through his heat (not like Jimin would actually allow just any alpha to even get close to him when he was in such vulnerable state). So the radio show it is.
Jimin tunes it later than the time the show starts, stalling and nervous. He’s not expecting “ You’re such a good omega for me ” to be the first thing he hears the moment he puts on his earphones.
The voice is deep , so deep and husky and the effect it has in Jimin is instant, his skin bursts in goosebumps and he feels himself starting to leak , a quiet whimper falls from his mouth as he hears those words.
“ You want your alpha’s knot, hm? Is that what you need? ” the host— Gloss , Jimin assumes—murmurs. “ Keep being such a good little omega for me, yeah? Keep touching yourself, sweetheart, doesn’t it feel good? ”
Jimin feels breathless, his heart racing, cheeks burning—he’s positive his underwear is drenched in his own slick. The way this man is talking—the way his deep voice rings in Jimin’s ears—makes him want to present, get on his hands and knees and let this man just take take take .
He can’t help it when he slides one of his hands under his shorts, wrapping his small fingers around his hard, chubby cock; he moans quietly as he strokes himself slowly, the man’s husky voice saying “ You’re doing so good, baby, alpha’s so proud of you — ” has his cock leaking, his hole clenching around nothing.
“ You’re so wet, aren’t you? ”
“Y-yeah—” Jimin whines, hand moving from his cock and sliding down, the tips of his fingers rubbing around his hole; he is wet—he doesn’t think he’s ever gotten this wet so fast before; it’s almost excessive, even at the start of his heat.
It’s easy to slide a finger in, Jimin doesn’t even feel it as he does, and he slides a second one maybe a bit too soon. He feels the stretch now—it’s barely there, but the omega doesn’t mind—and he’s quick to start thrusting them inside himself, the alpha’s deep voice murmuring into his ear just how good he is and how tight and wet he must feel.
Jimin’s orgasm hits him unexpectedly when he shoves three fingers inside him, he doesn’t even touch his cock again, but he comes so hard the moment the alpha says, “ You’ve been so good, baby, why don’t you come for alpha? ”
He thinks he blacks out for a minute, mind dizzy. When he opens his eyes again it takes him a second or so to realize he’s whining, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. It takes him a bit longer to realize there are words still being murmured into his ears, a dark chuckle making him shudder.
“ Is that so? ” Gloss asks, and it makes Jimin frown.
Then, there’s another voice, “ Yes, I —”
Gloss chuckles again. “ Are you in heat right now, sweetheart? ”
There’s a moan, and Jimin can make out the sound of something wet . What is going on?
“ Need your knot, please, want you to f —”
“ It’s okay, sweetheart, why don’t we move this somewhere more private, hm? Sounds good? ”
Jimin blinks. Are there really omegas willingly calling this radio show to… what, exactly? Have phone sex with the host whilst having an audience?
He had thought the radio show was just like those erotic audios people found on the internet—like, someone telling you how to jerk off and indulging in your fantasies, he didn’t think people could actually call and basically have phone sex with the host.
He can’t believe he might end up being one of those people, too.
He doesn’t even pay attention to what the exchange between the host and the person who called is until he hears Gloss already saying goodbye.
“ This has been Late Night Talking with Gloss; as always, thank you for taking the time to tune in, I hope I’ve been a bit of help and that tonight has been good for you, I know it’s been a pleasure for me. Let’s keep talking tomorrow, shall we? I’m your host, Gloss. Good night, everyone. ”
And just like that, the man’s deep voice is replaced by a song that Jimin doesn’t recognize. He turns off the app on his phone and takes out his earphones, body sagging against his mattress.
What the hell just happened?
The omega shakes his head, sprawling his limbs all over the bed. He doesn’t even have the energy to get up and clean himself, somehow feeling exhausted, so he just wipes his tummy with his shirt before turning on his side to get some sleep.
Gloss ’ voice is still ringing in his head as he drapes the blankets over him, his body feels warm and tingly, and Jimin knows his heat will hit fully by the morning.
When morning comes, Jimin is a mess.
The second day of his heat—when his heat really hits fully—is always the worst, because it’s always so intense and painful and there’s nothing he can do to ease the pain (but he’s just so glad his cycle lasts only three days and just one of them is this intense, he knows there are omegas’ whos cycles last up to a week and it’s painful every day, so he tries not to complain too much).
He’s writhing in his bed, three fingers deep inside him and feeling unsatisfied. He thinks he might be crying, but he’s not sure. He just can’t seem to get his fingers in the perfect angle, stroking his cock to at least feel a bit of relief, but he’s failing miserably.
And he’s been trying—god, if he hasn’t—but he just can’t make himself come. All the omega can think about is Gloss’ deep voice and how the man had murmured words of praise during the show. Jimin wants it now , wants that voice to praise him , to tell him what to do, to call him a good omega .
It doesn’t help that Gloss’ radio show is at midnight and it’s barely eight in the morning, the omega lets out a cry as he realizes he won’t be hearing that voice anytime soon.
Would he even be able to actually talk to Gloss, just like the other person did last night?
Letting out a frustrated groan, Jimin tries to shove his fingers deeper inside himself, moving his fingers in a different angle; his whole body jolts as he touches his prostate—he barely brushes against it, but it’s enough to feel at least a slight relief, his body sagging against the mattress instead of being tense.
The omega keeps brushing the tip of his fingers against that spot, eyes closed tightly and red-bitten lips parted as he lets out small little moans. He thinks about Gloss, about his deep voice, and imagines the man whispering you’re doing so good for me and you’re such a pretty omega and you’re so wet, you’re gonna feel so good around my knot —
He comes with a loud moan, his hole leaking and clenching around his fingers, small cock dripping cum all over his stomach.
He sighs.
His mind is a bit clear after coming; he can still feel the heat under his skin, the discomfort and nuisance in his lower stomach, but at least he’s not crying for a knot—for the time being, that is.
Jimin knows it won’t be long until another wave hits, so he gets up from his bed and cleans himself quickly, changes the sheets on his bed because they’re gross—which is stupid, because he’s just going to ruin them again—and rearranges a nest, throwing in more pillows, some of his own clothes and his favorite fluffy blanket, then he goes into the kitchen to hydrate himself and grab a granola bar since he’s not in the mood nor does he have the energy to cook some breakfast.
He gets comfortable in his nest after placing more granola and energy bars and water bottles on his nightstand, and grabs his favorite toys — a vibrator and a knotting dildo — from a drawer to be ready for when the next wave hits.
Jimin thinks midnight can’t come fast enough.
He’s lost count of how many times he’s come over the past few hours, fantasizing about an alpha he has never met and doesn’t even know what he looks like—all he knows is that his voice is way too appealing for Jimin, the way it still echoes in his mind being enough for him to fantasize that the alpha is there, whispering into his ear. And honestly, who would’ve thought voices could be attractive?
He’s dizzy and floaty, in and out of consciousness since the moment his heat hit completely, barely remembering to drink water and almost forgetting about Gloss and the radio show, tuning in half into the show.
Listening to the alpha’s voice has him whimpering, hole clenching around nothing and leaking slick all over his nest. The man isn’t even talking dirty like he did last night, but his deep voice still has an effect over Jimin’s body.
“ I’ll be taking a call in like, ten minutes, ” Gloss murmurs after a few minutes. “ So, if you’d like to talk, you should probably call right now —”
And Jimin’s never reached for his phone so fast, unlocking it with trembling fingers as he presses Call on the contact he had previously saved as Gloss’ show. He bites at his thumbnail, intently looking at his laptop where he’s listening to the show, waiting with bated breath as the phone rings and rings and rings.
He thinks someone has probably been faster than him and is now about to speak to Gloss, but then the call is picked, a voice saying, “ Hello! You’re calling Late Night Talking with Gloss. ” It’s not Gloss’ voice, this one is lighter and chirpier.
“H-Hello—”
“ Do you think you can wait in the line for a second? The call will be transferred to Gloss and he’ll speak to you in a moment. ”
“I—Y-Yeah…”
“ Good! ” is all the person says, and then a tune sounds through the speaker, letting him know that they haven’t hung up but instead have put him on hold.
And so Jimin waits.
It’s not a long wait, but it still feels like the seconds are drawing by, and he feels almost desperate, his body feeling achy and uncomfortable, but the omega doesn’t want to touch himself until he gets to hear Gloss speak at least a word of praise to him .
“ Hello, ” a deep voice says through the speaker after a few minutes and Jimin realizes the music has stopped.
His breath hitches, the phone almost slipping from his hand when the husky voice registers in his mind. “H-Hi,” he stutters out, cringing at how breathy his voice comes out.
There’s a husky chuckle, “ Hi there, sweetheart, are you alright? ”
Jimin hums—no, he is not alright, he feels like he’s going to die . Instead of saying that outloud, he settles for, “Yes, I—I’m alright.”
“ Hm, are you sure? You sound a bit agitated. ”
The omega whines, pressing his legs together as he feels slick gushing out of his hole. “M-my heat—”
“ Oh, sweet thing, ” the man coos, “ are you in heat right now? Does it hurt? ”
All Jimin can do is let out a pathetic whine in affirmation to Gloss’ questions. It does hurt, his lower belly feeling tight.
“ Is that why you called, hm, want me to help? ”
He nods, and then remembers that Gloss can’t see him. “ Please —wan’ you to help—”
Gloss makes a shushing noise. “ It’s okay, sweetheart. Are you playing with yourself right now? ”
“N-No,” Jimin says, because he isn’t.
Gloss hums in the line, staying silent for a few seconds that feel like an eternity for Jimin. When he speaks next his voice is still deep and husky but somewhat soft too. “ Do you think you can wait a second for me, sweetheart? I’ll put your call on hold —” he starts explaining, and Jimin lets out a small sob, shaking his head. “ I won’t hang up, okay? But the show is ending and I’d like to take care of you properly, yes? Can you be good and wait for me? ”
“‘kay,” Jimin agrees softly, blinking away his tears. “I’ll wait.”
“ That’s a good boy, ” Gloss praises, and Jimin feels more slick gushing out, cheeks heating up and he knows it’s not just because of his heat.
The next thing he hears is soft music coming from the speaker; it’s fine, he tells himself, he can be good and wait. He tries not to think about the cramping and how bad it’s gotten since the call started, and lies in a fetal position as a way to relieve some of the pain, his phone trapped between his ear and his pillow.
Jimin doesn’t even realize the radio show has ended until his call is picked again.
“ Are you still there, sweetheart? ” Gloss’ voice rumbles through the speaker.
“Yes,” Jimin says, voice shaky. “Yes, ‘m here.”
“ Such a good boy, sweetheart, thank you for waiting. ”
It makes Jimin whine, hand sneaking between his legs to grip at the base of his cock—it’s not enough to make him feel good, but at least the pressure is something.
“ Are you touching yourself? ”
“N-No,” Jimin takes his hand off his cock.
Gloss makes a humming noise. “ Where are you, sweetheart? ”
“In my nest,” he answers, breathing heavily.
“ That’s good, ” Gloss praises. “ Are you wearing any clothes right now? ”
Jimin shakes his head. “Just—Just a shirt.”
“ Do you want to take it off, hm? ”
The omega whines in distress, he doesn’t want to pull away from the phone and stop listening to Gloss’ voice, not even for a second.
“ It’s alright, sweetheart, you can put the phone on speaker,” Gloss says in a soft, gruff voice, as if reading Jimin’s mind.
Jimin supposes he can do that. “‘kay,” he murmurs, tapping on the screen to put the call on speaker and placing the phone next to him on the bed before reaching for the hem of his shirt to take it off. He sighs when he feels a soft breeze brush against his sweat-dampened skin.
“ Is that better? ”
“It hurts ,” he whines as he lets himself fall on the bed again, squeezing his thighs together. “I wanna touch—”
“ Are you asking for my permission or are you just letting me know you want to touch yourself? ”
Jimin’s breath stutters, eyes fluttering shut. “Can I touch?”
“ You can, sweetheart, ” Gloss agrees, and that’s all it takes for Jimin to sneak his hand between his legs and wrap it around his cock, letting out a soft moan at the touch; it’s hot and slicked with precum, which makes the slide easier as he starts stroking himself. “ There you go… Feel better? ”
“ Nngh —” Jimin thumbs at the tip, feeling how precum just leaks out and coats his fingers, slick gushing out of him even when he tries to clench to stop it from ruining his sheets. “Gonna come,” he pants.
“ So soon? ” Gloss asks, teasingly, and Jimin can hear the smirk in his voice.
“‘s not soon,” Jimin says in a sulky tone, bottom lip jutting out. The pit of his stomach tightening. Fuck, he’s so close .
“ Are you gonna come for me then? ”
“ Yes, ” the omega gasps, back arching off the bed and toes digging into fluffy blankets, hand sliding faster along his hard cock. “P-Please, wanna—”
“ It’s okay, sweetheart, you can come. ”
Jimin comes in command, moaning loudly as the ball at the pit of his stomach finally explodes, cock jerking as he comes, cum dripping down his hand and making a mess all over his belly. He whimpers as he comes down from it, trying to catch his breath. He lets out a sob when he realizes his cock is still hard and instead of feeling relieved like he thought he would, his omega feels distressed, like something’s missing.
“I’m still hard,” he cries, desperately rubbing at his cock again.
“ Shh, ” Gloss makes a shushing sound, trying to soothe him. “ It’s okay, let me help, yeah? Isn’t that why you called, so I could help? ”
Jimin sniffles. “Y-Yes.”
“ Are you wet, baby? ”
His lashes flutter at the name, face flushing and feeling hot. “ Mhm, so wet,” he says in a small voice, embarrassed. Jimin can feel a puddle of slick beneath his ass.
“ Can you touch yourself for me? ” Gloss asks. “ Use your fingers and play with your hole a little bit, but don’t push them inside until I say so. ”
Jimin nods, as if Gloss were watching him, and sneaks a hand between his legs, ignoring his cock and sliding behind his balls, the pads of his fingers barely brushing against his rim. The light touch makes him gasp, hips grinding down as if chasing for more, but he doesn’t slide his fingers inside, no matter how much he wants to.
He rubs against his hole with two fingers, feeling the way it clenches around nothing and slick drips out, coating his fingers in the sticky substance, making him whimper.
“ Tell me what are you doing, baby, ” Gloss says, voice huskier than earlier.
“‘m rubbing my hole,” he says, voice breathy. “It’s—it’s wet a-and I’m making a mess.”
“ Yeah? You’re a messy little omega, hm? ” the alpha teases, making Jimin’s breath hitch. “ You can use one of your fingers now, baby. ”
“T-Thank you,” Jimin stutters, rubbing the tip of one of his fingers against his hole before sliding it inside, slowly. “ Oh. ” It’s not enough to sate his need, but he doesn’t complain; instead, he thrusts the finger in and out, clenching around it and curling it trying to find that spot inside of him. “Need more,” he whimpers, closing his eyes tightly.
“ You sound so pretty, baby, ” Gloss coos, “ do you sound this pretty when you get knotted? ”
Jimin squeaks, face burning, finger sliding quicker inside him. “Please, please —”
“ Add another finger. ”
So Jimin does, sliding a second finger next to the first, whining at the slight stretch. He imagines a face-less alpha between his legs, thicker and longer fingers fucking into his hole to get him nice and ready for the alpha’s cock—for his knot. Wonders how Gloss may look—is he taller than him or are they the same height? Does he have muscles? Are his hands big? And what about his cock? Is it long and girthy? What about his knot? How would it feel inside Jimin’s tight, wet hole?
The rhythm of his fingers quickens, his hand cramping a bit at the angle and speed, but he doesn’t stop fucking himself, letting little uh, uh, oh sounds as the pit of his stomach tightens and his cock twitches against his lower belly.
“ Fuck, you’re sopping wet, ” Gloss curses and Jimin notices the way his voice has dropped lower. “ I can hear it. ”
Gloss’ statement has Jimin moaning loudly, a small sob escaping his lips and tears blurring his sight as he writhes against the bed, little cock spurting cum and hole clenching around his fingers as he comes for a second time.
“ There you go, baby, ” Gloss murmurs through the speaker, making Jimin mewl and rub his burning face against one of his pillows. “ Such a good, little omega, aren’t you, hm. ”
“‘m good,” Jimin says in a small voice, agreeing. It makes Gloss let out a husky chuckle, and the sound of it has Jimin’s omega feeling a pleased flutter in his belly for making the alpha laugh.
His mind is still fuzzy and his body still feels hot, slick leaking out of him constantly and barely-soft cock twitching against his lower belly. He lets one of his hands wander, wrapping it around the base of his cock; Jimin whimpers at the touch, sensitive from his orgasms but the need to keep touching himself doesn’t cease.
“ What are you thinking about, baby? ” Gloss murmurs, probably catching on Jimin touching himself once again.
“Y-Your hands,” Jimin whispers, leaving his cock and running his own small hands over his chest, fingertips brushing around his perky nipples, barely touching. “Touching me and makin’ me feel good.”
“ You’d love that, don’t you? ” the alpha says, like a question though it doesn’t sound like one , “ I’d make you feel so good, touch your little body and worship it like it deserves, play with your nipples — I bet they get so hard and perky —” Jimin makes a small noise in affirmation, nodding against the sheets and moving his hands to rub the tip of his fingers against his perky buttons— “ I’d lick and bite at them until they’re red and puffy and you come just from my mouth alone. ”
“ Nngh, yes —” Jimin can see it, can feel it—Gloss’ body leaning over his, mouth all over his chest, tongue toying with his nipples, pinching, biting and sucking until they’re raw and sensitive and Jimin makes a mess all over himself again . He whimpers, tearing up at the thought of it—he doesn’t even feel embarrassed for wanting it so bad that he almost cries. “I wan’— please —”
Gloss ignores his pleas, instead he says, “ I bet you taste so good, too, don’t you? ” Jimin’s breath gets heavier, hands traveling towards his tummy, the tip of his fingers catching some of the cum, keeps running his hands down until they’re between his thighs, fingers moistening with his slick. “ Taste yourself, baby. ”
Jimin whimpers, face feeling on fire as he brings his hand towards his face, the tip of two fingers brushing against his lips before he plunges them into his mouth, plump lips wrapping around his digits and sucking them so harsh and deep inside he chokes. He doesn't know if he imagines a low moan coming from the line.
“ How does it taste? ”
The omega licks around his fingers, in between them, letting himself really taste his own slick, savoring it. “S’good,” he babbles around his fingers, moaning and sucking eagerly as if it were a cock. “Sweet, l-like—like honeysuckle.”
“ Such a sweet taste, the sweetest omega, aren’t you, ” Gloss murmurs, “ would love to taste you myself. ”
“ Yes, ” Jimin whines, “want y-your tongue.”
“ Yeah? Want me to eat you out? Hold you down and let my tongue play with your hole until you’re crying? ” Gloss’ voice is huskier, and Jimin notes the change in his breathing. “ I’m gonna eat you so good, god — I bet I can make you squirt, you’d make a mess all over my face —”
Jimin almost sobs at that, the hand that isn’t in his mouth rubs around his empty hole, so wet—fucking sopping. He’s never squirted before, but he thinks he could if Gloss were there with him.
“Yes, please, please —”
“ And then I’d get you on your hands and knees, ” it’s not a command, but Jimin rolls over his stomach, imagining it’s Gloss manhandling him, lifting his hips up until his ass is high in the air and he’s presenting. “ Grind my cock against you until you get so desperate and beg for me to fuck you. ”
“ Please, ” he begs, not ashamed to do so—he’s not in the state of mind to be embarrassed for sounding so desperate. “Wan’ your cock, please—”
“ God, you want it so bad, don’t you? Greedy little thing. ”
Jimin nods desperately even if Gloss can’t see him. He’s almost crying, eyes turning watery as he listens to the alpha teasing him. “Please, please, I’m—m’being so good, want alpha’s knot.”
“ You are being so good, ” Gloss coos in the line, “ and you’re gonna take my cock like a good omega, won’t you ?”
“Yes, yes—” Jimin purrs, just the thought of having Gloss’ cock inside of him is enough to have his mouth watering, hole clenching and dripping more slick that runs down his thighs. “Gonna—gonna take alpha’s knot so good.”
Jimin thinks he hears a hissing sound through the line, as if Gloss has cursed in a whisper. He doesn’t really pay attention to it though, and instead reaches for one of his toys—his favorite dildo, one that’s big enough to resemble an actual alpha’s cock, with a knot at the base.
He grabs it with a trembling hand and brings it behind him, swaying his ass in the air as if trying to entice an alpha that isn’t even in the room with him. The toy is thicker than his fingers, but the omega doesn’t even take the time to prep himself properly — he’s so wet that the head of the dildo slips right in with no resistance at all, and he doesn’t stop sliding it in until it’s sitting completely inside, stretching him so wide and so good that his eyes roll back, mouth slack open in a silent moan.
Jimin gasps, face scrunching up at the pleasure filling him. He mewls out loud, a cute little sound that has Gloss cooing at him again.
“ Pretty little thing, you sound so good for me, ” he murmurs, voice so hoarse that it makes Jimin’s skin burst in goosebumps. Gloss sounds so turned on, too. “ Taking my cock so well.”
The omega starts to really fuck himself with the toy, sliding it out before thrusting it back inside, hard and deep. He tries to imitate the movements an alpha would do, grinding the toy against his ass to try and find his prostate every time he pushes it inside, his own hips moving back to chase the feeling.
The movements of the dildo sliding in and out of him make a loud, sloppy noise because of how wet he is, dripping slick and coating the toy with it. In other circumstances, Jimin would feel embarrassed about it — and it does bring a warm flush to his face — but he’s too focused on making himself feel good and listening to Gloss’ voice telling him how good he’s doing and how pretty he sounds to bring himself to feel embarrassed.
“ You sound so good, baby, ” Gloss groans.
Jimin gasps, he’s sure there’s a slick sound that isn’t coming from him, but from the other line. It only spurs him to fuck the toy faster into him, even when feeling all dizzy he still has half a mind to think that probably Gloss is also jerking off to this — to Jimin’s moans and to the sounds his hole makes every time he fucks the toy into him.
It’s hot, it has him whining loudly, mouth open and saliva dribbling down his lips and onto his pillow.
“Oh, fuck, f-fuck, mngh— ”
“ You’re almost there, aren’t you, baby? Gonna make yourself come on alpha’s cock? ”
Jimin sobs, hole clenching and lower tummy tightening, toes curling as the need to come becomes almost unbearable.
” Yesyes , please, wanna—” he chokes on a moan, eyes rolling back as he thrusts the toy harder inside him and whimpering every time it hits his sweet spot. He’s so close, his skin burning and his cock throbbing, precum spurting out of the slit constantly.
“ You’ve been such a good omega for me, baby, ” the alpha murmurs hoarsely, “ Come for me. ”
And that’s all he needs.
He comes with a whimper, cum spurting hard out of his cock and making a mess on his tummy and sheets, hole clenching around the toy. One of Jimin’s fingers holding the dildo moves on its own to push on the little button at the base that makes the knot pop up, sliding right into him and making him shake as another orgasm hits him.
It’s not a real knot, but it’s enough to trick his heat-dazed mind.
Jimin slumps down on the bed, whimpering, dizzy and ears ringing and body shaking with aftershocks, hole clenching around the toy still inside of him. He feels numb, doesn’t even register the pain in his arm for having bended it in a weird position for a long period of time.
He barely registers Gloss’ voice, the soft grunt he lets out, words that sound like, “ You did so good for me, baby, such a perfect omega ” and makes him hum in satisfaction.
He’s so dizzy, his mind feels like it’s filled with cotton, eyes droopy.
Jimin completely blacks out.
Jimin wakes up in a mess of his own now dried fluids and feeling satisfied like never before.
He feels disoriented for a moment and it takes him a second too long to remember what has happened.
It all comes in flashes—his heat on the cusp of the unbearable, him tuning in Gloss’ radio show to try and find some sort of relief, him talking to Gloss, him definitely passing out…
He sits up quickly, grimacing when something pokes him on the thigh—it’s the dildo he used last night, and Jimin doesn’t even remember having pulled it out last night. He pushes it out the bed and makes a mental note to clean it later—just like he has to clean his whole bed—and starts looking around the bed to try and find his phone. Somehow, it ended up under a pillow.
The omega unlocks it and goes to the most recent calls just to find that his call with Gloss had lasted around two hours and he barely remembers any of it—he doesn’t even remember passing out.
Oh, he really passed out on Gloss, didn’t he.
It makes him feel mortified.
Should he do… something? Should he text that he’s sorry for passing out? What’s the protocol for having phone sex in the middle of your heat with a person you don’t even know and when said person’s job is to essentially have phone sex?
Is Jimin thinking too much into it? He probably—definitely—is.
He goes to his messaging app and looks for Gloss’ contact, tapping on it.
hi, i talked to you last night… i’m really sorry, i kinda blacked out… i didn’t mean to leave you hanging.
Jimin cringes the moment he presses send , regretting it immediately.
God, he’s so stupid. He groans, throwing the phone over the bed and frowning at it as if it were the cause of his own stupidity.
A minute or so later, the device vibrates once, twice, thrice. He freezes, looking at his phone with wide eyes before rushing to grab it and unlock it again.
It’s Gloss. Jimin didn’t even think he’d actually reply.
Hi, no worries, it happens. you were probably exhausted. I’m just glad you’re ok :]
please make sure to drink lots of water and eat something
btw you’re welcome to call late night talking whenever you want. it was a pleasure to talk to you.
The last message has Jimin blushing.
Jimin does not call Gloss’ radio show again.
It’s been a month, and even if he dies to hear that deep voice again, he doesn’t call—he doesn’t even tune in the show just to listen . He feels a bit embarrassed for what happened on his first—and last—call with Gloss, Taehyung tells him he’s stupid and that there’s no way Gloss could distinguish his voice in between all the people who calls him and remember that he blacked out in their call after orgasming.
Taehyung might be right, but still.
He tries not to think about it—not right now at least. Right now he’s in need of a nice drink, so he leaves Taehyung on the dance floor and walks to the bar. It’s unusually empty so he sits on a stool, brushing his sweaty hair back with his hand as he waits for the barman.
Jimin looks at the dance floor, spotting his best friend immediately. He smiles as he watches Taehyung dancing in between two men, he knows his friend will probably end up going home with them.
The sound of a clink makes him turn around just to see a drink placed in front of him. He frowns, looking at the barman. “I didn’t order this.”
“It’s from the gentleman over there,” the man nods his head to the other end of the bar before moving to another person.
“Oh,” he says to himself, peeking over to have a look.
The man is already looking at him, his eyes dark, and long, black hair brushing his shoulders. He’s wearing a leather jacket and he looks hot. The man grabs his own glass and tilts it towards Jimin before taking a sip.
Jimin grabs his own drink—it’s pink and it has a cherry that he grabs in between his fingers before plopping it in his mouth, eyes never leaving the man’s. Then, he stands from the barstool and makes his way towards the man—he makes sure to sway his hips as he does so—and then sits on the empty stool next to him.
He’s an alpha, Jimin immediately can tell, his scent strong even in the middle of the bar full of different scents.
“Hi,” he says, lashes fluttering at the alpha before taking a sip. It’s fruity, just how he likes it. He hums. “Thank you for the drink.”
The man just nods. “Is it good?” His voice is deep and it makes Jimin choke as he takes a second sip.
Immediately, a hand takes his glass so he doesn’t drop it and another one on his back, tapping him softly to try and get him to stop coughing.
“Shit, are you okay?” the alpha asks, concerned and voice so grave and there is no way—
“Y-Yeah, I—” Jimin splutters, then clears his throat, face feeling hot. “Sorry, just—”
The alpha— Gloss , Jimins’s stupid mind uselessly replaces—lifts a sharp eyebrow when Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence.
“Uh. Your voice.”
“My voice?”
“It’s deep.”
The alpha chuckles and— fuck , Jimin definitely remembers that husky chuckle. “So I’ve been told.”
Jimin nods, gulping, squirming on his seat. His body is reacting to the alpha’s voice as if it were a damn Pavlovian response—the alpha talks, Jimin slicks.
“Are you really okay?” the alpha asks. He looks concerned. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Jimin shakes his head hastily. “You didn’t, I promise.”
The alpha nods, though not so sure. “Ah, I haven’t introduced myself,” he makes a face. “I’m—”
“Gloss—” Jimin slaps his hand over his mouth the moment the name leaves his lips, eyes bulging out. He’s sure his face must be red—he can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. Shit, fuck, holy—
The man chuckles again, the sound coming out a bit surprised. He leans his elbow on the bar to look at Jimin properly. “Ah, so you listen to my show?”
Jimin’s never felt so damn mortified before. He gulps. “Once,” he says. “I listened to it once.”
Gloss hums. “And did you like it?”
The omega feels like he’s going to explode. “I’m not answering that,” he murmurs.
“Did you call?” The question has Jimin groaning. Gloss smirks. “Oh, you definitely did. When was it?”
“I’m not answering that,” Jimin repeats, eyes looking at his drink on the bar and not at the alpha next to him.
“I’m just teasing,” the alpha says with a light laugh. “I think I do remember your voice, though. Sounds familiar.”
“How can you?” he asks, arching an eyebrow as he looks at the man. “Doesn’t Gloss speak to too many people to remember a single voice?”
Gloss shrugs. “I guess, but still. There’s no way I wouldn’t remember a voice as nice as yours.” Jimin almost preens. “And it’s Yoongi, by the way. My name, I mean.”
“Oh,” Jimin murmurs. “I’m Jimin.”
Gloss— Yoongi —just smiles at him. “About a month or so ago, right?” the alpha asks, gulping down the last of his drink. “You called during your heat.”
Jimin grabs his glass again, taking a small sip himself. There is absolutely no way the alpha actually remembers their call. “Doesn’t everyone call during their heats?”
“Most of the time, yeah,” Yoongi nods. “But you texted after.” His eyes are so dark as he looks at Jimin intently, it makes his skin crawl, but not in a bad way.
Jimin looks away, chuckling nervously. So he does remember, then. How embarrassing. There’s no point in lying and saying it wasn’t him now.
“Yeah, I—sorry, I know it was weird.”
“Not at all, I found it quite endearing,” Yoongi turns his head to the side, trying to look into Jimin’s eyes. “Like I said, you don't need to worry; things like that happen. Honestly, I was worried because I couldn’t take care of you after.”
Jimin gulps, cheeks ablaze. They really are talking about their phone sex in the middle of a crowded club with strangers possibly listening.
“You did drink water and eat like I texted you to, right?”
He nods jerkily, his toes turn inside his shoes. A hand—big and veiny—places on his thigh, circling it nicely and giving a light squeeze.
“Good boy.”
Slick gushes out of him embarrassingly quick at the praise, at the weight on his thigh. His breath catches and looks at Yoongi with wide eyes.
Jimin moans when his back hits the door of Yoongi’s apartment the moment it closes behind him, his neck is immediately attacked by the alpha’s lips kissing along the expanse of it, sucking lightly on his scent gland.
It makes him feel weak at the knees, has to grip at the back of Yoongi’s jacket to keep himself straight.
Blindly, Yoongi guides him to what Jimin assumes is his bedroom, and doesn’t stop kissing him until they fall on the bed together. Yoongi barely has the time to hold himself up with his arms so he doesn’t crush Jimin with his weight.
It makes Jimin giggle into the alpha’s mouth, legs parting to let Yoongi slot between his thighs.
The alpha pulls away to take his jacket off, throwing it carelessly to the floor. His hands grip the hem of Jimin’s top, stopping for a second to look at Jimin and waiting for his approval before pulling it off the omega’s torso.
“Pretty little baby,” Yoongi murmurs, voice raspy and eyes dark as his hands trail down Jimin’s chest, thumbs caressing his pecs and barely brushing around the areola, making him arch his back, nipples hardening. “So sensitive, hm?”
Jimin sighs, nodding slowly. His breath hitches when the alpha rubs his thumbs over his perky nipples, can’t help the moan that leaves his mouth, hips thrusting up on their own.
His underwear already feels uncomfortable as slick leaks out of him—he’s been leaking since even before they had gotten out of the club—cock hard and twitching in his stupidly tight jeans.
It doesn’t help when Yoongi presses his blunt nails against Jimin’s nipples, hard enough to send a wave of pain and pleasure through his body, making him quiver.
Yoongi does it two times more, and Jimin keens and gushes every time, positively ruining his underwear and jeans. He whines, his own hands sliding down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, looking at the alpha with pleading eyes.
“You sound just as cute as you did on the phone,” Yoongi murmurs as he kisses Jimin’s chest, tongue lapping at the flushed skin. He straightens up, hands squeezing Jimin’s thighs once before hooking his fingers on the omega’s jeans, pulling them down his legs along with his underwear.
Jimin feels himself flushing as the alpha looks down at him, at his body, eyes dark with desire, pupils blown. His hands grip at his thighs again, squeezing softly as he makes sure to part Jimin’s legs wide.
The position has Jimin exposed completely, his leaking hole in display for the alpha.
“Fuck, you’re absolutely gushing,” Yoongi rasps, something like a grunt catching on his throat. Jimin whimpers when Yoongi runs his fingers over his hole, just rubbing around it and making the omega feel restless, hips grinding down to try and make Yoongi slip a finger inside.
But the alpha doesn’t do it, instead, he pulls his fingers away and leans down to give a kiss on the inside of Jimin’s thigh. The touch of soft lips is sudden, making Jimin jump. He’s so sensitive there, too.
It’s as if Yoongi knows , because then he’s lapping a fat strip up the soft skin, following a string of slick that has slided down, humming at the taste and stopping just shy of the crease of Jimin’s thigh, so close to his ass, to his clenching, needy hole.
“ Ah ,” he gasps, legs opening wider for the alpha, who chuckles at the action.
“You really do taste so sweet, baby, just like honey,” he praises, big hands on Jimin’s ass and pulling his cheeks apart with his thumb to have a nice view of his dripping hole. “Are you gonna let me have a proper taste, hm?”
Jimin whimpers, nodding his head eagerly. “Yes, please, I—”
Yoongi laps at his entrance, groaning as Jimin’s slick drips over his tongue. Jimin moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure and thighs quivering as the alpha toys with his hole.
The tongue circles his hole, the tip barely pushing inside before it retreats back again just to lick a fat strip right over his hole.
The alpha eats him out with fervor, moaning against his hole as he licks him as if Jimin’s the most delicious thing he’s tasted—the slurping sounds he makes are loud in Jimin’s ears, making him feel hot all over.
Jimin’s body seizes up the moment Yoongi’s tongue breaches his hole, small hand coming to tangle into the alpha’s long hair as a way to try and keep him right there, his own hips grinding down to fuck himself on the alpha’s tongue.
Jimin sobs when the tongue slips out, but it turns into a whimper when Yoongi nips at the sensitive skin around his hole gently.
“F-Fuck, fuck —” Jimin moans, thighs trembling around the alpha’s head, lower tummy tightening as he feels himself getting close.
Yoongi pulls away, and before Jimin has a chance to even beg the alpha to not stop , the man replaces his tongue with two fingers that slip right inside, making him whine at the stretch.
The alpha crawls until he’s level with Jimin, leaning down to kiss him filthily. He can taste his own slick in Yoongi’s tongue, and it only makes him moan louder, tongue intertwining with Yoongi’s, sucking it into his mouth to try and get more of the taste.
Yoongi’s fingers slide in and out easily, thrusting hard and quick and reaching deeper than Jimin’s ever could. He sobs when the alpha twists them upwards, brushing against his prostate, rubbing into it and making him whimper at the feeling. His legs quiver, hole clenching around Yoongi’s long fingers, squirming against the sheets.
“Are you going to come, baby?” Yoongi asks huskily into Jimin’s ear, hand never relenting its movements, even as he thrusts a third finger in. The omega nods, eyes closed shut and high little moans stumbling out of his mouth. “Yeah? Are you gonna come on my fingers, hm? You’re sopping wet, baby, you’re gonna make a mess.”
“ Nngh, fuck— ” Jimin whimpers at that. He knows that he’s dripping, he can hear it—the squelching sound Yoongi’s hand makes every time he slams his fingers into him. His toes curl against the bed sheets as he feels his body shaking. “M’gonna come—m’gonna—”
“Come, baby,” Yoongi murmurs, lips brushing against the lobe of the omega’s ear.
And he comes, mouth open in a silent scream as his body seizes up, hole clenching around Yoongi’s fingers painfully and the alpha never stops rubbing at his sweet spot. Cum shoots out of his cock and onto his tummy at the same time his hole gushes out slick, squirting all over the alpha’s fingers and the bed.
Tears slide down his flushed cheeks, body quivering as Yoongi keeps thrusting his fingers inside him, hole clenching and unclenching around them, slick still gushing out though not as much.
“Fuck, you did so good,” Yoongi praises, sliding his fingers out slowly with a squelching noise. “That was so fucking hot, baby, made a mess all over my hand,” he says.
Jimin looks down and watches as the alpha brings said hand, shining with his slick towards his big cock—he didn’t even realize the man had gotten undressed—and wraps it around his shaft, jerking himself off and using Jimin’s slick as lube to ease the strokes.
The omega has to take a deep breath at the sight—Yoongi’s cock, big and thick and covered in his slick is just too much for him, it makes his own small cock twitch and his hole clench around nothing even if he just came.
He needs to feel that cock stretching him open.
“Please,” Jimin murmurs, “fuck me, wan’ your cock.“
The alpha grunts, hand faltering in its movements. “Yeah? My fingers weren’t enough? Baby needs a cock in his little hole?”
Jimin whines, nodding, thighs still trembling but spreading open to receive the alpha in between them again. And Yoongi does, kneels between his legs again before leaning towards the bedside table, and then coming back into Jimin’s view with a small foil square between his hand that he’s quick to rip open, sliding the condom over his hard cock.
The omega almost makes a disappointed sound at the sight—but even in the heat of the moment he knows it’d be stupid to let the alpha fuck him without a condom.
When Yoongi rubs the head of his cock against his clenching hole—so ready to take him for the first time—Jimin whimpers, hands gripping at the sheets beneath him.
“Ready to take my cock, baby?” Yoongi asks, and he sounds a bit strained, the hand that isn’t holding his cock is gripping Jimin’s waist tightly.
“ Please, ” Jimin nods eagerly.
He holds his breath as Yoongi starts pushing into him, the tip of his cock sliding in easily with a wet noise, making the omega’s eyes roll back at the feeling. The man slides in slowly, stretching Jimin wider and wider around his cock, stopping just as his hips brush against the omega’s ass.
They don’t move for a moment, Jimin trying to get used to the stretch—it’s been so long since he’s got a real cock, his toys aren’t as big as Yoongi is.
“Okay, baby?” the alpha asks, soft and sweet, now both hands holding Jimin by his lithe waist.
Jimin nods, lips parted as lets out a soft sigh. “Move,” is all he says, sounding wrecked.
And Yoongi does.
He starts slow, hips barely sliding out half-way before sliding back in, and he repeats the same movements a few times until the omega whimpers and grinds his ass down when Yoongi thrusts in.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the alpha murmurs, hands tightening their hold on Jimin’s waist hard enough to bruise. “So fucking good around my cock.”
The omega bites at his bottom lip as he looks at Yoongi’s face twisted in pleasure. “More—”
Yoongi pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside Jimin before he’s thrusting back in, hard and deep. The omega squeaks, small hands flying to grip Yoongi’s bigger hands on his waist, nails digging into the pale skin.
He arches his back, which drives the alpha’s cock deeper inside him, slamming against his prostate as he keeps a steady, hard rhythm. Jimin lets little uh uh uh out of his reddish plump lips as he gets fucked hard, the squelching noise of Yoongi’s cock fucking into him echoes in the room and makes him clench around the alpha, lower tummy tightening.
“You’re doing so good, greedy little hole taking my cock so well.”
The omega whimpers, eyes fluttering closed as Yoongi keeps murmuring filthy things, voice deep and dark and making him shudder, cock twitching against his tummy and breathing coming out in ragged gasps.
He’s close, so close, and the alpha knows it too—he leans down to kiss Jimin’s mouth chastly, breathing hard against his lips before turning to his ear.
“Come on, baby,” he rasps, “let me see your pretty cock coming for me, yeah?”
Jimin sobs as he comes, cock jerking as cum dribbles out of it and onto his stomach, adding to the mess he had previously made. He squirts again, too, around Yoongi’s cock—though not as harsh as before—and his whole body shudders as he does, toes curling in pleasure and legs tightening around the alpha’s waist.
“Fucking—” Yoongi’s hips falter and he grunts when he comes, shooting into the condom and knot slipping right into Jimin in one last thrust.
He mewls at the feeling, stretched and full and sated, body all pliant and feeling like jelly. Yoongi slumps over his body, head turned into the crook of Jimin’s neck, panting. Jimin wraps his hands around the alpha, holding him against his chest as they try to catch their breath.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Yoongi murmurs hoarsely after a moment. “Give me a minute and I’ll run us a bath.”
Jimin giggles, nodding his head.
Maybe calling Late Night Talking with Gloss has been his brightest idea after all.