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The first thing that comes to Yoongi’s mind when he meets Jimin for the first time is, I want him to be mine. Which, actually, takes him by surprise because he’s never considered himself a possessive person—not until he met Jimin.
It’s just—
He’s never wanted to scent someone as much as he wants to scent Jimin just to leave a mark on him to show everyone that he’s owned. Or growl at anyone who gets too close to the omega for his liking.
Jimin is the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen, with his puppy eyes (which is ironic) and the pinkest pouty lips and the softest, rosiest cheeks—Yoongi wants to eat him up and wrap him in a blanket all at once.
( When they meet the very first time (because they meet once before they’re introduced to each other officially, but in both times Yoongi thinks the same thing) is when Yoongi enters the café before one of his classes starts and is immediately attacked by someone else’s iced latte, his white shirt ruined by the beige-colored drink. Needless to say, he’s absolutely pissed , but he’s never been one to shout at people even when he’s angry, so he takes a deep breath and turns his head up to maybe just calmly tell this person to kindly go fuck themselves, before his eyes land on the most precious little thing he’s ever seen and he’s mind goes blank except for I want him to be mine .
The little thing—a cat hybrid, if he has to guess by the turned-down ears on top of blond fluffy hair and an even fluffier tail—is looking at Yoongi with the biggest eyes and plump lips shaped like an O , the coffee shop has gone completely silent and it seems like everyone is holding their breath as if waiting for Yoongi to snap at the poor boy.
“I’m so sorry!” the boy—who he later learned was named Jimin—exclaims frantically in the softest, prettiest voice, waving his hands everywhere trying to do something to help but not knowing exactly what to do.
Yoongi takes his hands in his—they’re small and so soft—just to stop the movements and lets out a breath. “It’s alright,” he says at the little thing, who’s looking at him like he’s afraid or something, and Yoongi does not want to scare him. “It’s okay, it was just an accident.”
“I ruined your shirt!”
Yoongi hums. It is a big stain of coffee, but it’s not like he’s drenched in it, most of the drink landed on the floor anyways, splashing a bit on his favorite jordans but that’s okay too, he can clean them. “I’ll survive,” he says, letting go of the omega’s hands and walking around the boy and towards the counter, ordering his own drink.
So what if that day he walks around campus with a big coffee stain in his white shirt? Not a big deal.
The second time they meet (or officially meet for the first time), is because a mutual friend introduces them a month or so after the coffee incident. Jimin sits across from Yoongi in the table and when he sees him his mind goes I want him to be mine, I want him to be mine, I want him to be mine —on repeat until Yoongi has to consciously try and get himself to stop his internal voice and act like an actual normal person. Jimin recognizes him and apologizes, offering to buy his lunch as an apology even after Yoongi had said it was okay, but Jimin had pouted and what was Yoongi supposed to do? )
Right now, he’s thinking just the same as he watches Jimin dance in the middle of the crowd along with Jungkook and Taehyung.
He knows Jimin is usually shy but a drink or two in his system are enough for him to get loose. He also knows that even though Jimin loves dancing, he doesn’t really like going to clubs because his nose is sensitive and being in a crowded room full of foreign scents isn’t ideal, but their friends insisted on going out and Jimin is just too sweet to say no.
And of course, Yoongi has made it his mission to be on high alert in case someone gets too close to the kitten. He knows Jimin can take care of himself (he saw him once almost clawing someone’s eyes out because they were making fun of him) but his alpha won’t let him alone unless he’s focused on “protecting” Jimin.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Seokjin says from beside him and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Leave me alone,” he answers, taking the last sip from his beer, eyes never leaving Jimin’s petite frame in the crowd.
“Jin-hyung’s right,” Hoseok voice chips in and the panther hybrid turns to him, lifting a brow towards him. “Just ask Jiminie out.”
Ignoring Hoseok’s idea, Yoongi turns back to the dance floor. Jimin isn’t there. He straightens in his seat, blinks once, twice, but the omega is not there.
He hears his friends snort, then Namjoon’s voice, “I think I saw him walking to the bar.”
Yoongi eyes his own empty glass and then stands up. “I’ll get another drink,” he says, not caring if his friends heard him before walking in the bar’s direction. When he gets there, even if there’s so many people, it’s easy to find Jimin—Yoongi can pick his sweet peaches and cream scent even through all the other mixed scents.
The kitten hybrid isn’t alone though, he’s trying to make his way closer to one of the barmen but there’s another hybrid right beside him, talking to him and too close for comfort, and Yoongi can make the way Jimin’s nose is crunched up in distaste as he tries to get away.
Yoongi steps in the moment he sees the hybrid grabbing Jimin’s tail in his hand after the omega shakes his head no at him.
“Kitten,” he calls out loud enough to be heard over the music, stepping closer to Jimin’s side. The other hybrid—a fox, Yoongi can tell—is quick to drop Jimin’s tail as Yoongi looks down on him with a raised eyebrow.
“Hyung!” Jimin looks relieved to see him, giving him a side hug that Yoongi returns, arm sneaking around the omega’s waist.
That—and maybe Yoongi’s murderous gaze, and the way he growls quietly—is all it takes for the fox to turn around and walk away. Foxes think they’re smart and can get away with anything they do until they face predators naturally stronger than them—then, they’re just scared little things.
“God, I’m glad he left, he was starting to make me feel uncomfortable,” Jimin says, small pout on his lips.
“He was going to pull at your tail,” Yoongi tells him.
Jimin makes a face, his tail wrapping around his own lithe waist, and brushing against the arm Yoongi has around him. “I know! He didn’t like it when I told him I wouldn’t dance with him.”
Yoongi just hums. Good riddance , he thinks, he probably couldn’t have stopped himself from growling if he saw that asshole and Jimin dancing.
Jimin orders his drink and asks if he wants another beer, but Yoongi just shakes his head—he has to stay sober if he wants to keep assholes away from Jimin.
(He completely ignores Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok as they laugh at him when he returns back drink-less and with Jimin.)
*****
It is ridiculous, Yoongi agrees with what his friends have been saying since he met Jimin.
It’s ridiculous how jealous and possessive he gets when it comes to Jimin.
Like right now.
He was supposed to grab lunch with Jimin but his lecture dragged on a little bit. He texted the omega that he was running just a minute or so late and Jimin had texted back no worries hyungie ^^, as understanding as always. He didn’t expect to find Jimin with someone else as he entered the café.
Yoongi does not have the right to be jealous, but he is. How can he not when Jimin is smiling like that ?
He tries to get himself composed as he walks towards the table, and it’s just his luck that the other guy walks away just before Yoongi gets there.
Jimin smiles even wider and brighter when he looks at Yoongi, his eyes turning into crescent moons and looking like the cutest little thing, his body drowning in a pale yellow sweater.
“Hey there, kitten,” Yoongi greets him as he sits down. He doesn’t ask about the other guy, and swallows the growl that had been threatening to come out. “Sorry for the delay. Have you ordered yet?”
“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jimin shakes his head. “And I haven’t; I was waiting for you.”
“Alright then, kitty, let’s go order.” He stands up and stretches his hand, Jimin takes it with no hesitation, and they walk towards the line.
There’s no need to hold hands but Yoongi had been craving it. Jimin’s hands are always so small and soft in his, Yoongi loves them. And he also loves to stand next to Jimin, likes the way they look next to each other.
He’s not monstrously tall, but he’s taller than Jimin—just a couple inches, probably, nothing crazy—but the most notorious differences lay in their body proportions; whereas Jimin’s frame is more petite, back and chest more narrow, his waist slim, hands and feet so small, fingers short and a bit chubby, Yoongi’s chest is broader, his back wider, hands definitely larger, the muscles around his chest are just a bit more defined.
The differences drive him and his inner alpha absolutely crazy.
After ordering their lunch—grilled cheese for each one of them, along with an iced caramel latte (for Jimin) and an iced americano (for Yoongi)—they sit to eat. Eating lunch together is usually quiet, sometimes talking about their classes or what they’ve been up to.
The panther hybrid finishes his food first, and he takes the time to look at Jimin as the younger eats, absently looking outside the window.
Jimin looks really pretty today, the color of his sweater suits him really well, Yoongi thinks, and he looks adorable in it.
“Is there something on my face, hyung?” Jimin asks then, lifting his hand to dab at the corner of his lips with a napkin and snapping Yoongi out of his stupor.
“Hm? No.”
“Why do you keep staring at me like that then?”
“‘Cause you look pretty,” Yoongi answers simply. It makes Jimin blush, his pink cheeks turning a shade darker.
“I always look pretty,” he murmurs, shy but not backing down the subtle flirting.
“Mhm, that you do, kitten,” Yoongi agrees, the tone of his voice turning slightly to a lower pitch.
Jimin giggles, hands covering his mouth, ears twitching and tail swaying in the air. Yoongi’s own tail sways softly too, content to have made Jimin laugh.
It’s always like this between them—the subtle flirting.
He could make a move, Yoongi thinks, he’s almost positive that Jimin is attracted to him to some degree if the way he flirts back and looks at Yoongi when he thinks the panther hybrid isn’t looking is anything to go by.
Right now, he could make a move instead of wallowing in his own jealousy and possessiveness. But he doesn’t.
*****
A couple days later, they’re sitting on a bench not too far from the dance building, waiting until it’s time for Jimin’s class. Or well, Yoongi is sitting on the bench, legs spread and leaning his weight back against his hands while Jimin is in front of him, practicing some pirouettes.
He looks so cute when practicing, his face turns focused and serious, which makes him look like an angry little kitten. He’s wearing tights and lycra shorts over them, a black leotard hugging every curve of his body perfectly. Yoongi tries not to look too much, but it’s almost impossible when the kitten is parading himself in front of him.
It’s as if he’s doing it on purpose—twirling and bending his body and stretching his leg high over his head in front of Yoongi, as if Yoongi weren’t there, absolutely going wild inside.
Yoongi darts his eyes down Jimin’s body, at how his back arches and the way his tiny waist looks when he’s got his arms over his head, the way his shorts do nothing to cover his—
He blinks away when Jimin catches his eye, and turns to his phone to check the time.
“Five minutes ‘til your class starts, kitty,” he says after clearing his throat, brushing his long hair back as he looks at Jimin again.
The omega hums, still twirling over his tippy toes with his hands over his head. “You’re looking at me like that again,” he says, ignoring Yoongi’s words and making him frown. Jimin twirls one last time before he stops, bowing in front of Yoongi like he’d do after a presentation. “How did I do, hyungie?”
“Amazing, kitty; you know you always do good,” the panther hybrid praises, but his brow is furrowed, trying to comprehend Jimin’s earlier sentence. “What do you mean I’m looking at you ‘like that’ again?”
Jimin giggles, rosy cheeks as he leans over to grab his bag, tail swaying behind him and ears twitching. He slots in between the alpha’s spread legs, taking the black hair tie he always has around his wrist and brushing Yoongi’s hair with his hands to tie it into a half bun. When he’s done, he looks down at Yoongi, taking a step back. “Your eyes get all dark and it looks like you want to hunt me down,” he says, his own eyes big and glinting with something akin to slyness.
Yoongi blinks once, twice.
“I—What?”
The kitten hybrid giggles again. “Is that what you want, panther-hyung?” he teases. “To hunt me down?”
The alpha’s eyes turn dark as his mind processes what Jimin is saying, his scent spiking up. Jimin smiles at him before turning around, and it takes Yoongi a second too long to realize that the kitten has started to run. The thought of Jimin wanting to get chased is enough for him to start to run, too.
Jimin may be the most graceful dancer, so agile while doing pirouettes, but he’s a bit clumsy on his feet when he’s not dancing; it’s easy for Yoongi to catch up to him, and it’s even easier when the omega trips over his own feet, the predator hybrid’s arms reaching to wrap around his lithe waist, pulling him towards him, chest-to-back.
“Got you,” Yoongi rasps out, lips brushing against Jimin’s ear. The omega turns his neck just the slightest bit, giggling breathlessly, body pliant against Yoongi’s. “What do you think you’re doing, hm?”
“Nothin’,” Jimin giggles, his tail wraps itself around Yoongi’s waist, pulling him closer.
He’s being playful and it’s driving Yoongi a little insane, he thinks if it weren’t because they’re in public—in college , with students and professors alike walking by and looking in their direction at their display of… whatever it is they’re doing—he’d probably bite the kitten by his scruff and make him submit.
He doesn’t think Jimin would mind it, either, judging by the way his scent spikes up and sweetens.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, kitten,” Yoongi murmurs, mostly jokingly. He noses along Jimin’s neck, at his scent gland, scenting lightly.
The omega gasps, a purr that Yoongi can barely hear emerging from the back of his throat.
“Who says I can’t?” It's said teasingly, but Yoongi can hear that he’s being serious.
Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, lips brushing against Jimin’s scent gland. He nips at it lightly with his sharp canines, not even hard enough to leave the faintest of marks behind, but it’s enough to send Jimin a message.
A promise.
*****
Jimin opens the door to his apartment with shaky hands. Yoongi can tell he’s just a bit nervous, the way he startles when the alpha puts his hands on his waist is enough of a sign.
It had gone without saying that Yoongi would pick the omega up after his classes—which is something he already does on a daily basis, though not every day does he go inside Jimin’s apartament while feeling such tension looming over them.
The moment they step inside and close the door, Yoongi leans the omega against it, big hands on slim waist, mouth brushing against the omega’s jaw.
Jimin’s breath hitches and he tilts his head to the side, giving Yoongi more room to explore. The kitten hybrid’s scent is sweeter coming right from its source, peaches ripe for the taking and driving him insane.
“I’m g-gonna take a shower,” Jimin stutters out, his breathing coming out in little puffs of air, small hands gripping Yoongi’s shoulders. The alpha hums, though doesn’t make the intent to move; instead, he laps at Jimin’s scent gland, making him mewl. “I—I’m all sweaty, hyung—”
“I don’t really care,” Yoongi says as he lifts his head from Jimin’s neck, voice raspy. “We’re gonna make a mess anyway.”
The omega whines, his face flushes beautifully and his tail swats softly at Yoongi’s side, making him chuckle.
“You said you’d finish what you started, didn’t you?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods his head slowly, watching Yoongi carefully, eyes wide, pupils blown. “I’ll give you five seconds to start running, kitten,” he tells him. “Five.”
“T-That’s not fair! You didn’t even give me time to take my shoes off!” Jimin complains.
“Four.”
The kitten hybrid scrambles down to take his shoes off, small fingers struggling to unlace them. Yoongi toes at his own shoes to take them off.
“Three.”
Jimin yelps, stops trying to unlace his shoes and instead opts to just pull them off without unlacing, doesn’t even try to place them in the shoe rack correctly.
“Two—”
Jimin runs , stumbling over his feet as he runs towards the hallway just as Yoongi’s voice calls “ One ”. Yoongi chases after him, taking big strides and catching up to the omega in no time at all—the distance between the living room and Jimin’s room is not that long— wrapping his arms around him just as he younger crosses the door to his room.
“Got you again, kitty,” Yoongi almost growls into Jimin’s ears. With the way they’re pressed together, he can feel the way Jimin’s heart is beating faster, can even smell his arousal increasing.
“ Hyung, ” Jimin mewls, eyes shutting tight, head lolling back to rest against Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi hums, the fingers on Jimin’s waist brushing along the hem of his shorts. “What is it that you want, kitten?”
Jimin doesn’t answer verbally, but one of his small hands reaches to grab one of Yoongi’s bigger ones on his waist, leading down to the front of his shorts until the tips of his fingers dip inside the fabric.
“Hm, you want to be touched here?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin nods his head yes . It’s all it takes for the alpha to slip his entire hand inside the kitten’s shorts.
He’s not bare under the shorts, of course—he’s still wearing his leotard and tights—but even through the layers of clothes, Yoongi can still feel Jimin’s small cock, hard and leaking through the fabric.
Jimin lets out a small whine at the touch and Yoongi growls at the back of his throat, brushing his fingers over the tip of the omega’s cock just to get another pretty noise out of him.
“B-Bed,” Jimin breathes out, and Yoongi nods, taking his hand from Jimin’s shorts and letting him go.
The kitten hybrid sits at the foot of the bed, all pretty with his blushed cheeks and bitten-red lips, looking up at Yoongi with big, expectant eyes. Yoongi wants to kiss him and eat him up.
Yoongi walks towards him, standing between Jimin’s open thighs and leaning down to kiss him on the lips for the first time, holding his weight with his hands on the bed at either side of Jimin’s hips.
Jimin gasps against his lips before opening his mouth, letting Yoongi in and taste him for the first time.
He tastes as sweet as he smells, just like Yoongi had imagined. His plump lips soft against the alpha’s, and he can’t help but nip at the bottom one, just to hear Jimin mewl, mouth opening wider and head tilting to the side for the kiss to deepen.
One of Yoongi’s hands creeps up the omega’s chest, his shoulder, fingers wrapping at the back of his slim neck, holding him as he kisses the younger harder. Jimin’s tail wrap around Yoongi’s waist, pulling him closer as Jimin starts leaning back, slowly and without pulling away from their kiss; Yoongi follows suit, leaning down until Jimin’s back hits the mattress, their chests brushing, the omega’s tail unwrapping from his waist just to be replaced by his strong legs.
Jimin gasps for air when they pull away, head turned to the side as Yoongi starts kissing down his neck, licking and biting at his scent gland, sucking at it to leave a reddish mark, making the omega moan loudly.
Yoongi curses, breathing harshly against Jimin’s neck. His hands travel down the omega’s sides, squeezing his hips for a second before traveling further to grip at the supple meat of his tights-clad thighs, pushing them further apart—just because he can and because he knows how flexible Jimin is.
It makes him groan when he looks down just to see the outside of Jimin’s thighs almost brushing against the mattress.
“Fuck,” he moans hoarsely. Jimin whimpers, biting at his bottom lip and looking up at Yoongi with hooded eyes and pupils blown.
“Please,” he says, quietly and breathless, and Yoongi has no choice but to obey.
His hands reach for the waist of Jimin’s shorts, hooking his fingers on it as he looks at the younger’s face for confirmation and getting a nod in response. He pulls the shorts down, doesn’t stop looking at Jimin’s face until the piece of clothing is all the way down the younger’s legs and he has to move for a second for Jimin to kick them off.
Only then does he look, his eyes traveling from the kitten hybrid’s blushed face down his body, focusing on the way his little cock bulges against the crotch of his leotard.
Yoongi almost moans when he catches the way there’s a small, damp spot where he guesses the tip of Jimin’s cock lays—wonders if there’s also a damp spot at the back of the leotard, dampened from Jimin’s slick that he can so clearly scent.
Sweet and mouth-watering.
Jimin pulls the short sleeves of his leotard down, taking it swiftly down his chest and giving Yoongi a nice view of his perky, dusty-brown nipples and the tattoo decorating the side of his ribs. Jimin throws the leotard somewhere Yoongi doesn’t even bother looking, and then he’s lying in bed with just the tights covering his lower body.
The piece of clothing is opaque and not really see-through, but he can still see the way the outline of Jimin’s cock is straining against it, and only then does Yoongi realize that Jimin is not wearing underwear .
He groans, gulping. His own cock twitches in his pants, and he swears a bead of pre-cum leaks from the slit.
He fits himself between Jimin’s legs again, hands caressing down his thighs over the tights, gripping them hard and making the omega whimper into his mouth as he kisses him again.
Yoongi sucks the plump lower lip into his mouth, Jimin’s little hands gripping the back of his neck, pulling at his hair softly to bring him closer, the kitten hybrid sucking Yoongi’s tongue into his own mouth lewdly, making him groan.
His fingers hook on the waist of Jimin’s tights, pulling them down as he breaks away from the kiss and watches the omega’s little cock spring free—all hard and flushed at the tip, dripping precum. If his cock is absolutely dripping, Yoongi wonders just how wet the younger is, his mouth watering just at the smell.
“God, I fucking want to devour you,” he murmurs once he’s gotten rid of Jimin’s last piece of clothing and taken off his own shirt, leaning down again to kiss down Jimin’s neck.
He licks and nips at it, Jimin turning his head to the side as if begging for him to mark him up even if Yoongi has already sucked some marks on his tender skin.
“Hyung,” Jimin whines, small hands sneaking between them just to tug at the waist of Yoongi’s jeans, fingers swiftly popping open the button.
Yoongi doesn’t want to stop kissing and sucking Jimin’s neck, but his want to fuck the little prey hybrid is stronger, so he pulls away again to get rid of his jeans and underwear in one go.
Jimin looks at him with want, pupils blown as he focuses on the hard cock hanging between Yoongi’s legs, lips parted as he pants, looking so ready to take the alpha’s cock.
The alpha grips Jimin’s thighs, prying them apart just to have a nice view of the little wet hole clenching around nothing and leaking slick all over the sheets.
His hands move on their own, the tips of his fingers brushing against Jimin’s rim and making him jump, fluffy tail swaying and cat ears twitching in excitement.
Pushing a finger in is easy, given just how wet the kitten hybrid is, it slides right in and up to the last knuckle.
Jimin whimpers, hips twitching down as if trying to fuck himself on the single digit. His fluffy tail sways more frantically and Jimin has to hug it against his flushed chest to keep it still.
He’s so excited, it’s so cute.
Yoongi moves the finger in and out slowly, only for a moment before he pulls it out. The whine of complaint Jimin lets out turns into a loud moan the moment Yoongi thrusts two fingers inside, making him slide up on the bed at the sudden movement.
“ Hyung— ” he whines, clenching around Yoongi’s fingers and trying to grind on them.
“Such a greedy kitty, taking my fingers so well,” Yoongi murmurs, fingers pushed so deep he brushes against Jimin’s prostate, making the younger mewl and writhe against the bed, little toes curling at the feeling.
“P- Please , wan’ your cock—” Jimin almost sobs, tail twitching between his hands.
Yoongi’s own hybrid ears twitch on top of his head as he hears the desperation in Jimin’s voice. He pulls his fingers out, the omega whining at the loss but still looking up at Yoongi expectantly.
His fingers are dripping in Jimin’s slick, the smell of peaches stronger and making his mouth water; Yoongi can’t stop himself when he sucks his fingers into his mouth, immediately tasting the peaches and something tangy mixed in. He moans at the taste, eyes rolling back in pleasure, heavy cock twitching between his legs.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans, pulling his fingers out of his mouth just to slide his hand between Jimin’s asscheeks again. The alpha wraps the slick-drenched hand around his cock to slick himself up, groaning as he finally touches himself.
Jimin’s eyes don’t stop looking at where Yoongi’s hand is jerking his cock slowly, licking at his bottom lip and legs parting wider.
Yoongi kneels closer, until the back of Jimin’s thighs are flushed against the top of Yoongi’s. One of his hands slides between Jimin’s legs, thumb brushing against his clenching hole.
“Keep yourself open for me, kitten.”
Jimin’s breath stutters,small hands letting go of his tail and reaching down to grip his own asscheeks, spreading himself open for Yoongi, a cute blush covering his face as he does so.
The alpha groans at the sight, one of his hands gripping Jimin’s hip while the other guides his cock towards Jimin’s clenching hole.
He doesn’t slip right in, lets the tip of his cock just slide over the mess of slick dripping from Jimin’s hole, enjoying the little desperate noises that come from Jimin’s sweet mouth.
“ Please, ” Jimin begs, hips pushing down and trying to get Yoongi’s cock to slide inside him.
“Fuck,” Yoongi murmurs, finally pushing in, the head of his cock barely slipping into Jimin’s hole.
They both gasp at the feeling, and Yoongi watches hungrily as the omega’s hole clenches around his cock as he starts sliding in slowly.
Yoongi doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside, cock sheathed by the omega’s tight, wet heat, hips flushed against Jimin’s ass.
Jimin’s blush extends from his face down his chest, a pretty rosy color that makes him look cuter, mouth open in a silent moan, his eyes are hooded and lashes fluttering as he looks up at Yoongi.
The alpha stays still, letting Jimin get used to the stretch. He just leans down to kiss Jimin softly, who lets out a stuttering breath as he kisses back, arms reaching up again to wrap themselves around Yoongi’s neck, legs encircling the predator’s waist.
Jimin’s breath hitches when Yoongi starts moving slowly, mewling as every thrust the man gives aims directly to his sweet spot and brushes against it.
“ Nngh, p-please— ” he moans, blunt nails digging into the skin of Yoongi’s back, probably leaving some marks that Yoongi wouldn’t mind showing off.
Yoongi starts increasing the speed of his thrusts, now sliding in deeper and harder, making Jimin moan high and writhe on the bed.
“Fuck, been wanting to fuck you since the moment I saw you—”
Jimin whines. “W-Why didn’t you, then?” he asks, tone sassy.
“You would've liked that, hm?” Yoongi asks, thrusting harder and making Jimin’s body slide up on the bed. “Would’ve liked it if I shoved you on a table and mounted you right there in front of everyone, hm?”
The kitten hybrid doesn’t say anything, but he still moans out loud, head turning to the side and eyes scrunched shut in embarrassment; his flush deepens and Yoongi didn’t think it could be possible.
Yoongi pulls out, Jimin’s head snapping back to him, eyes wide and desperate, legs tightening their hold around Yoongi’s waist.
“N-No, don’t—”
Yoongi chuckles, turning Jimin in his stomach easily as if he were a rag doll; Jimin squeaks but gets on his knees, chest against the bed and ass high in the air, presenting for Yoongi.
The alpha pushes back in, sliding slowly and admiring the way Jimin’s hole opens so easily for him.
“I didn’t think such a little kitty could take me,” he murmurs. “But look at you, greedy little kitty taking my cock so well.”
“Yoonie-hyung—” Jimin whines, high and embarrassed, fluffy tail swaying in front of Yoongi’s face and trying to swat at his arm.
Yoongi catches the tail in his hand, holding it softly and caressing the soft fur. He had never gotten to actually touch it—it’s impolite to touch another hybrid’s tail or ears. Jimin is tactile by nature—contrary to Yoongi—always looking for physical contact, and he didn’t really have a problem with their group of friends touching his hybrid traits, always happy to get his ears petted, and of course he didn’t have a problem with Yoongi touching him, but mostly it was Jimin’s tail wrapping around some part of his body or swatting at him playfully, and not Yoongi actually reaching to touch.
He’s surprised by how soft the kitten’s tail feels in his hand, though he shouldn’t be surprised at all—Jimin is soft all over.
Jimin arches his back even more as Yoongi pulls at his tail—not hard at all, just enough for the omega to feel the slightest pull—and his breath hitches, hands gripping at the covers.
“You’re so good, pretty little thing,” Yoongi murmurs, looking at Jimin’s profile and watching his face scrunching in pleasure up, mouth slack open and hole tightening around his cock sporadically every time he thrusts back inside, deep and hard, hitting his prostate over and over and pulling lightly on his tail. “Gonna make you mine and mark you so everyone can see who you belong to—”
The kitten hybrid is nodding his head even before Yoongi finishes his sentence, sweet moans spilling from his mouth, toes curling. “Y-Yours—I’m yours, alpha, please—”
Yoongi growls, leaning against Jimin’s sweaty back to fuck him harder, hips snapping at an almost brutal pace wanting to make the omega come first. He hides his face in the space between Jimin’s neck and shoulder, inhaling more of his scent and feeling almost drunk on it alone; his canines drag along the prey hybrid’s neck, and he nips softly at the scent gland just enough to leave a sting behind, no matter how much his stupid alpha tells him to just sink his teeth there.
When Yoongi tightens his hand around Jimin’s tail and actually pulls at it, hard, it seems to do the trick.
Jimin’s whole body seizes up, completely caught by surprise as he comes untouched, small cock spurting cum all over the bed sheets and making a mess as he squeaks out.
“F-fuck, fuck, hyung— ” a string of whines and mewls come out of his mouth, legs quivering and hole tightening on a hard grip around Yoongi’s cock, making him moan at the feeling.
He’s close, cock twitching inside the quivering omega, knot growing at the base, thrust turning sloppy but never relenting.
“Baby, fuck—gonna knot you,” he says, lapping at Jimin’s scent gland. “You’re gonna take my knot like the good kitten you are?”
Jimin sobs, nodding eagerly and pushing his own hips back, letting Yoongi use him to chase his own release even when he’s still so sensitive from his orgasm, not recovered yet.
“m’good,” he whines, pushing his own hips back against Yoongi’s thrusts.
It doesn’t take much longer. Yoongi’s lower abdomen tightens the moment his knot expands, sliding easily into Jimin’s hole.
“ O-Oh, uh— ” Jimin gasps at the feeling of being stretched so wide, the feeling so intense he doesn’t know if he wants to stay still or try to run away, even if it’s useless because he’s stuck on Yoongi’s knot, and the alpha himself keeps him in place with an arm wrapped around his lithe waist.
Yoongi growls into Jimin’s ear as he comes, cum spilling from his cock and drenching the kitten’s insides with it, filling him to the brim.
“Ah, fuck,” Yoongi pants, eyes closed as he tries to regain his breathing. Jimin’s body goes slack and he can barely catch him before he slumps over the mattress so the omega doesn’t get hurt by his knot.
He maneuvers them on bed slowly until they’re laying on their sides, spooning. The movement has Yoongi’s cock spurting more cum; it makes Jimin mewl and clench around him, and Yoongi can’t help but grind his hips slowly against Jimin’s ass, hand reaching for the fluffy tail and pulling at it just because he can.
The panther hybrid is not expecting for Jimin to come again, but he does; body trembling and a high whine coming out of his mouth. Yoongi curses, kissing down the younger’s neck and murmuring soft words of praise against his ear.
“You’re so perfect, fuck, you did so good, kitty.”
Jimin reaches one hand back and Yoongi takes it in his immediately, squeezing it softly. He tries to look at Jimin’s face because not looking at him is killing him, so he moves carefully to prop on his elbow and try to look over at Jimin.
The omega’s face is flushed red, and he’s panting, probably spent, but there’s a sated smile on his face, eyes a bit lost. It looks like Jimin’s gotten the best fuck of his life, and Yoongi’s stupid alpha puffs its chest in pride.
“You’re okay, kitty?” he murmurs, not wanting to startle the omega.
Jimin nods slowly, looking up at him with sparkly eyes. “ Mhm , more than okay, m’perfect,” he says, giggling. “m’all floaty, that was so good.”
Yoongi snorts. Ignoring the heat he suddenly feels on his face, he leans down to smack a kiss on Jimin’s lips, who hums contently as he kisses back.
They end up making out for the time it takes for Yoongi’s knot to go down, and when it does, it makes Jimin whine in distaste. Yoongi pulls out carefully, watching intently as cum leaks out of Jimin’s hole mixed with his own slick. He can’t help it when he slides his fingers through the mess and then brings them towards the kitten’s neck, smearing it all over his scent.
He couldn’t just not do that; the need of marking Jimin inside and out to make him his has been itching him since the first time he met him.
“ Hyung! ” Jimin gasps as if he were offended—tail swatting at Yoongi softly—but there’s a satisfied smile that betrays him.
“Now you’re gonna smell like me for days,” he says, “let everyone know you’re mine.”
“Possessive much, hm?” Jimin giggles, brushing one of his hands through Yoongi’s hair and scratching at one of his hybrid ears. “Gonna need to court me, though. And take me out on dates.”
Yoongi leans against Jimin’s small hand. “Yeah? You want that?”
“ Please ,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ve been wanting that since the moment we met at the café.”
“You mean since the moment you ruined my shirt?”
“I said I’d replace it but you ignored me!”
“Yeah, I was trying really hard not to mount you over a table; believe me when I tell you I wasn’t thinking of the shirt at all.”
“Yoonie- hyuuung ,” Jimin drawls, covering his blushed face with his hands.
Yoongi smiles at him, taking his small hands off his face to lean down and kiss him before getting off the bed.
“Come on, I’ll run you a bath and then take you out for dinner, how’s that sound?”
Jimin hums, considering. “And you’ll take the bath with me?”
The alpha shrugs. “If you want me to.”
“M’kay, then,” the kitten hybrid says and stretches out his arms, making grabby hands at Yoongi.
He rolls his eyes but still leans to carry Jimin bridal style, earning a satisfied smile and a kiss on the cheek. On their way to the bathroom, Jimin intertwines their tails together.