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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
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  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), BTS_Ensemble
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      Drinking, Mpreg, Face-Sitting, Cock_Warming, Top_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga,
      Bottom_Park_Jimin, Everyone_is_in_love_with_smol_bean_Park_Jimin, Park
      Jimin_Is_a_Sweetheart, Min_Yoongi_is_900_years_worth_of_whipped,
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Mating_Rituals, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con,
      NOT_because_of_Yoongi_tho, this_is_lowkey_fluffy_idk_what_happened
  Collections:
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      Published: 2017-11-19 Words: 11383
****** Ectoplasm ******
by abcdefghiluvyou
Summary
     Yoongi's mate is nothing but food in the eyes of the world's two
     ruling races, but one doesn't question fate when it decides to fuck
     up your life after 900 years of ignorance.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
900 years on this earth and suddenly there is not a single memory of any scent
left besides the one slamming into his head and killing every other sense in
his body.
Yoongi is lucky– he's on his bed, curled up around a large pillow, so the only
thing that happens when he loses control over all his limbs is his bedtime
reading smacking him in his face and a glass of wine ruining his fine silk
sheets. There is nothing he cares less about, though, not when this scent is
suddenly here in his head, in the air around him, in his lungs, everywhere,
taking up his whole sense of self and leaving nothing but a deep, maddening
need, so intense that it claws at his guts.
Blood, he thinks. Then, Beloved! –that one word cutting like lightning through
the thick haze in his head. He regains control over his body in the same moment
and shoots up from his position on the bed only to lean over to spill the
contents of his stomach over his bedsheets.
They are definitely ruined now, a distant part of himself notes while the
majority of himself is still lost in the thick haze of the sickly and sweet
scent spinning in his head.
He knows what it is, the scent, he heard the stories.
Yoongi holds his breath when his stomach turns again, but the scent is still
there, penetrating his everything, seeping into his pores and pulsing under his
skin to wrap around his bones.
Panic seizes him, numbing him again, but just as much as he's terrified, a
bigger part of him is clinging to the scent, embracing it, because he knows
what it means.
There were others like him. Others of his kind, immortals who one day had a
scent slam into their core and change them forever, binding them to something
that wasn't there yesterday, simply because it had not been born before today.
They call it an awakening, like waking up from a dream, realizing that the
eternity spent before was nothing but insubstantial. Vague and unimportant,
like a dream.
Yoongi feels like choking- and does, his chest constricting when he thinks of
what is happening to him. It doesn't feel like a dream, it feels like dying–
like what he remembers death to feel like when he was brought to this life.
Somewhere, underneath the chaos threatening to swallow him whole, he feels his
clan reaching out to him through the bond they share. Confusion first, then
worry and then panic. Yoongi feels his sire's presence in his head the most,
Seokjin's calm presence spreading protectively in the space that the scent
claimed, but not even he is able to make it go away.
My Beloved, Yoongi thinks, not in words, not really, but somehow still
understandable for the others who're all in his head to help calm him down. My
Blood. I have to find you.
His body falls sideways into the wet sheets, his nose breathing in the rich
scent of the spilled wine without being able to smell anything. There is
nothing he feels, now. Only that need clawing at his guts again, to find and to
claim his Beloved, to bind it to his soul and to swallow it up whole.
Little does he know that he won't find it, though. Not for the next seventeen
years.
 
-
 
917 years on this earth - give or take, like most ancients Yoongi lost his
sense for exact time measurement a long time ago– and this is the moment.
 
It took him ten whole years to convince his clan that his Beloved was real and
that he wasn't insane, his slow descent into insanity unfolding in front of
their eyes ironically being the reason they ultimately believed him.
Ten years –a timespan that was more ridiculous than anything to an ancient like
him, but for the first time in eternity, Yoongi counted every day, felt every
passing minute in what was left of his soul as time regained its meaning again.
He was bitter about it for the next seven years it took them to find his
Beloved. Teeth gritted, he thought about the times he had made fun of immortals
like him going crazy over what he had thought to be an illusion. Now he
understands them, feels reality slipping through his fingers while at the same
time stretching into an unbearable eternity, as if every second is irrelevant
as long as he isn't with his Beloved.
The endearment means Blood and Love. It’s the title of a mate, essentially. A
human born for one immortal alone, with an irresistible scent in their blood,
but in a way that doesn’t spark their immortal mate’s thirst in the slightest.
Their scent doesn’t trigger an urge to kill and drink, but begs their mate
close, to own and to protect, to claim and to bind to themselves.
 
Yoongi is only able to properly breathe again when he finally finds his Beloved
at the edge of the world in a godforsaken village– seventeen years of
increasing madness and frustration, only to feel his whole self heal in an
instant as soon as he sees his mate. It's almost worth going insane for, his
Beloved stealing Yoongi's breath as he stares without blinking, spellbound and
mesmerized.
It really is a human– not that his mate could have been anything else, but a
part of Yoongi still relaxes as he takes in his Beloved’s form. Soft brown hair
falls into a lovely, full face, skin pale for human standards and a bit sickly,
but beautiful nevertheless. It's a tiny and soft little thing, a boy, Yoongi
notes in his awe, perfect and beautiful and all for him, his most beloved, his
amazing and complete other half.
Then, as if his body needed that moment of awestruck relief to recover from
years of withering away, the happy daze in his head clears and his senses
return to their long missed sharpness, making him see for real and realize what
is going on actually.
And his heart misses a beat.
His Beloved, his Blood, his mate... is kept in a cage, and it wears a brand.
The drop shape of sacrifices is burned on the delicate skin of his neck,
classifying him as something humans regard as worthless to their race, a waste
of space, Aeria. That's what they call them, the demi-humans that are neither
fully human, nor immortal, children born from human parents, but belonging to
the immortal race.
They're a weird mix of both races, a mutation born from the century long wars
of their world, a middle way. Yoongi’s race sees them as a chance to coexist,
the peaceful ones of them calling them a bridge, the more feral ones seeing
them as nature’s offering of new prey. Humans just see them as a convenience
mostly, to keep the predatory race away from themselves.
It’s vile, even to an ancient like Yoongi who’s so used to it by now. The
sacrifices are mostly human, but are regarded without any actual use to the
human world. Anatomically they are wrong and repulsive to their human
caretakers as they are neither responsive nor reproductive, their bodies frail
and their minds and emotional state detached, fully useless to human standards.
They can’t reproduce unless it’s with an immortal, but even that is close to
impossible since they’d need to be mated to one in order not to get killed in
the act.
The thought has Yoongi’s throat running dry, but he pushes it away from
himself, eyes glued to his mate who looks so tiny and perfect. He seems too
young to be seventeen, but Yoongi know that’s his age, has counted every day
since the fateful evening his mate’s scent had changed him forever.
It’s because he looks neglected, Yoongi realizes. His Beloved’s skin too pale,
his body too thin– and even though Yoongi has been staring at him for at least
a couple of minutes now the kid never moved from his curled up position in the
cage.
By law humans are obliged to tend to their sacrifices, one of the many clauses
regulating their lives after the war between their races came to an end. But
his Beloved looks like it never experienced what genuine care feels like, and
it awakens an urge to kill in Yoongi, suppressed for such a long time that its
sudden rise to the surface of his consciousness catches him off-guard.
In the old days, Yoongi's kind had hunted and fed off humans, until the war
started, which led to the balance of their world tilting off and sinking into
chaos. At the edge of extinction on both sides, the peace treaty saved them
all. Now immortals mostly gave up on hunting, while humans give them tributes,
either in blood or sacrifices.
The useless race stuck in-between is what's passed along to the immortals most,
because they're unneeded and unwanted, too abnormal to be considered human, but
still human enough to serve as blood banks.
Yoongi's race takes them gladly, leaving the humans in their belief that they
eat them and spare the cities and villages in exchange.
Staring at his Beloved, who is one of those sacrifices, Yoongi feels the urge
to claim and to own and to protect, stronger than ever. The fact that his mate
is a demi-human only leaves one conclusion and it slams into him with such
force that Yoongi can’t push it away this time and feels weak for a moment.
His Beloved is a carrier. There is no doubt that he isn’t. Which makes him the
most precious and valuable addition to the clan Yoongi belongs to.
Seokjin is with him fortunately, and it's only due to his presence that Yoongi
doesn't give in to his desire to kill and take. Instead, he lets his sire lead
him down to lay a claim, offering enough gold that no one questions nor refuses
him when he asks for the tiny kid curled up in the cage close to the village
center. No one cares that the boy has two more years left in the care of the
humans obliged to raise him.
To everyone but Yoongi it's like any other illegal purchase of a sacrifice. He
feels Seokjin's content flooding their bond, his sire not yet understanding
that Yoongi was never thirsting for a specific scent to consume, not yet
understanding that Yoongi just found his Beloved.
It makes him grit his teeth, because it's proof that Seokjin never really
believed what he told him in the past seventeen years, but before anger can
heat the blood in his veins, his mate is pulled out of the cage and dragged in
front of him, and Yoongi's entire existence ceases to exist.
For a second, he's lost in a sudden and overwhelming darkness that floods all
his senses, nothing left of him besides his wide eyes staring into his
Beloved’s expressionless face. The entire universe narrows down to it, two
half-lidded, dark eyes, a small nose and a set of unusually full lips in the
palest pink Yoongi has ever seen.
The boy's scent almost knocks him out.
The first intake leaves him shaking, but after that he breathes it in more
cautiously, slowly pulling it into his lungs while keeping his eyes from
rolling into their sockets, biting back a moan at its unfiltered, raw
exquisiteness.
"Let's go," Seokjin's voice anchors him back to the present, and Yoongi has
only a split second to find his way back to reality, before his mate is thrown
forward roughly and falls against his chest.
The contact is searing hot and cold as ice, both of them gasping when they
touch for the first time. Yoongi's arms are around the kid and lifting him up
so fast that it startles them both, but the sudden movement shocks the kid out
of his weird apathy. For the first time since he found him, Yoongi sees life
shining in the child's eyes, and his chest swells so warm and full that he
makes a choked sound as he steadies the kid.
Those eyes that had been expressionless just a second ago rise to meet his and
widen at whatever they find in Yoongi's gaze, the kid blushing at the same
moment as Yoongi's hands tighten around the frail body in his arms.
He knows, Yoongi thinks, dumbfounded. The kid knows exactly what he is to him.
Yoongi feels his own cheeks heating up, his fingers twitching around the kid’s
pale flesh, which embarrasses him even more, because it forces him to notice
the child's entirely bare state.
It's common procedure, he knows this, but it still kills him internally.
Sacrifices are given with not a single thing belonging to the human world on
them, leaving them entirely on their own when they're taken by the immortals to
die.
"Christ," he hears Seokjin mutter, but Yoongi's still staring at the kid,
unable to look away. "Here, wrap him in this, Christ."
Yoongi can't for the life of himself move a single muscle.
The kid makes a soft noise of surprise when Seokjin pulls him out of Yoongi's
arms and wraps him in his long, woolen coat, the cloth swallowing the tiny
child entirely, which makes Yoongi feel a little suffocated in his chest again.
Seokjin shoots him a reprimanding glance, a 'get your shit together' sort of
feeling flashing through their shared bond, before he hoists the kid up and
throws it over his broad shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
It's Yoongi's turn to make a choked noise, but Seokjin is already walking away
which forces him to move, finally. His eyes are fixed on the little form
squirming helplessly inside the coat, until a small and blushy face pulls out
of it, plump lips gasping for air as the kid settles in his confines.
Oh my god, Yoongi thinks, but there is no follow-up thought leading anywhere,
just blank panic and fondness as he stares at that sweet face and the lost eyes
that shine with happiness as soon as they find him. He wants to suffocate, or
maybe he already is, because his chest is so full it's hard to breathe.
Whipped, he hears Jeongguk's voice in his head, and it makes him really worry
for himself, because they're still too far away from their clan to communicate
through their bond.
The kid squirms in the coat until one of his arms wriggles out of it and
stretches towards him, and this time Yoongi makes a sound loud enough for
Seokjin to hear and turn around. Immediately, the kid lets out a loud whine
when it's turned away from Yoongi, and Seokjin looks entirely confused before
he sees whatever is going on on Yoongi's face and puts two and two together.
"Wanna carry him?" He offers, but gives Yoongi no time to answer before he
pulls the kid down his shoulder and puts it over his instead. "Just don't eat
him here, he’s still too young and we aren’t barbarians. Don't do anything
until we're home."
"I’m not gonna kill him," he wants to scream, but the kid wriggles from over
his shoulder, twisting and turning until Yoongi has to pull him down a little
to carry him in his arms.
Like this, the kid finally stills and Yoongi understands that he only wanted to
stare up at him. He kinda feels him, though, because that's the only thing he
wants to do for the rest of his life, too.
"Don't forget to walk," Seokjin's voice is half amused, half worried and from
the corner of his eyes Yoongi sees him shaking his head in disbelief.
It's what makes him get his shit together until they reach their car at least.
His steps are steady as he follows his sire, even though his fingers shake
where they grip the kid. To make things worse, the child starts touching him in
the face and down his neck, and it feels so nice that Yoongi has to press his
teeth into his own lips until he tastes blood to keep himself from doing
something stupid. Like snatching that hand and pulling it to his mouth to bite
it, claiming the bundle of cuteness like every instinct is begging him to.
He distracts himself with thinking about the last seventeen years, and how a
few more hours of waiting are nothing compared to that, nothing. Seokjin is
right, he’ll claim the kid in the safety of his clan’s nest and nowhere else.
Somewhere halfway up their way to the car it occurs to Yoongi that the kid
didn't say a word until now. But since he didn't either, besides gasping and
grunting, he dismisses it as the same momentary brain-freeze that he's been
suffering through since they met.
That is until they reach the car and the kid grabs him by the collar as he
lowers him down on the backseat.
"Here," he pleads, and Yoongi feels his heart stop at the sweet and soft voice
he uses and the huge eyes he directs at him. The boy wants him to stay, even if
he uses the wrong word to beg him, and Yoongi is hurting so much with adoration
that his throat feels thick.
"Yes!" He chokes out, flushing red when he sees Seokjin throwing him a judging
glance from the driver’s seat, but dutifully climbs on the back seat right next
to the kid to wrap his arms around him again.
The kid coos, he coos at him!– and Yoongi doesn't know what to do.
He wants to tighten his hold around the tiny thing and press him inside so he’s
wholly a part of himself. He wants to pinch the boy's cheeks until they're as
red as his ridiculously lush lips. He wants to sink his teeth into his soft and
plump flesh, he wants to pull his own skin off and wrap it around the kid as a
protective layer. He wants all kind of things, bizarre and gross, but mostly
protective. He wants the kid to be his and perfect, protected and untouchable.
"Ugh," he hears Seokjin from the front, and immediately feels the heat in his
cheeks spread to the tips of his ears as he realizes that his sire followed his
thoughts. "I thought you didn't want to eat him."
"You heard that, too?" Yoongi snaps, mouth twitching unhappily as he tries his
best to collect himself.
"You're not exactly reserved right now."
"Ugh," Yoongi mimics, but he hears Jeongguk laugh at him again and forces
himself to regain some sort of composure. There is no way he’ll allow that
overconfident brat to ridicule him in any way, not even when it’s just an
illusion of him in his head.
Countenance, countenance…, he mantras in his head, but it’s impossible with the
way the kid twists around in his hold, until he's halfway up his lap, pleading
eyes looking up at him until Yoongi pulls him fully against his chest, arms
pressing him close so that the child can bury his face in the crook of his
neck.
The need to claim pulses through Yoongi again, but something in the overall
frailness of the kid has all his instincts set on protectiveness, rather than
lust and need. The child in his arms is too delicate in a sickly way, which
tells of years lived in neglect. The boy is obviously starved for affection,
too, though Yoongi remembers how apathetic he had been until he realized who he
was.
Isolation does that to you, Yoongi thinks as he stares down at the child who
smiles up at him, unsure and shy and all blushy cheeks, but happy. It must be
the first time that the kid feels like this, safe and protected. Yoongi’s chest
stings again and he swears that he won't make this kid feel worthless ever
again for the rest of their lives.
"He's a carrier, eh?" Seokjin's voice pulls him out of his thoughts again, and
Yoongi blinks, because it's true, but it's also a question out of nowhere. "I
guess I gotta believe in the whole Beloved thing now.”
"Beloved," a small and muffled voice parrots, before tiny teeth nip on the soft
skin of Yoongi's neck.
He feels the kid press his face back into the crook of it, a pleased little
hiccup puffing damp air into his skin, leaving tickling heat behind. The kid
shudders on his lap, entirely blissed out and drowning in the attention and
warmth Yoongi is giving him.
Yoongi tightens his arms around him on instinct, his whole body relaxing as he
feels the kid suckling on his neck. He's driven by instinct, too, probably, not
unlike Yoongi himself. It's different for carriers when they meet their other
half, he suspects. Yoongi doesn't know if his mate's kind has a name for their
other halves, if they call them "Beloved", too.
Probably not, considering the meaning, a voice in Yoongi’s head comments, but
this time he recognizes it as his own at least.
 
-
 
The drive back takes up the whole afternoon, the sky tinting deep purple by the
time they reach the gates of their home.
The kid is asleep in Yoongi's arms, but rouses when he's lifted out of the car
by Seokjin, his sleepy voice sounding even cuter when he makes a soft noise of
confusion, hands reaching for Yoongi on instinct.
Yoongi is quick to follow out, Seokjin is even faster in handing him back his
mate before he has to ask. The kid shudders in happiness as soon as he's
pressed back to Yoongi's chest, the way his lips twist into a smile so
painfully endearing to Yoongi that he has to look away.
He catches Seokjin's disbelieving eyes again, and this time it makes him halt
on his way to the entrance of their home to evaluate his situation. If
Seokjin's still looking at him like this even after realizing the importance of
the kid to Yoongi, then he really doesn't want to have the others catch him
this enamored with the kid.
Whipped, he hears Jeongguk's voice again, and it makes him falter, because this
time it's possibly the real thing.
"Maybe get that lovesick expression out of your face?" Seokjin offers when he
turns around, right in front of their mansion's entrance door. "And you could
always let him walk, you know?"
Yoongi instantly tightens his arms around the kid, but at the way Seokjin
stares at him pointedly he slowly lowers the kid to the ground until his bare
feet touch the stairs.
"Fine," he spits, but doesn't loosen his arms around his mate who still clings
on him with all his little weight. That alone should have been warning enough
that making him walk by himself might not be the wisest decision.
"I'm just saying. Jeongguk's not the only one who'll tease you, you know..."
Yoongi huffs at that and finally lets go of the kid, only to lurch forward in
shock to catch him when the boy yelps and collapses on the spot.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Yoongi swears, the boy in his arms clinging to him as
if his life depends on it, scared whimpers leaving his mouth as his legs keep
trembling and buckling.
"Oh," Seokjin mutters, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he watches him hoisting
up the boy in panic. "They probably didn't let him out of that cage often...
maybe he grew up in it and never learned to walk."
Which wouldn't be a big surprise considering the village the boy grew up in was
at the end of the fucking world, far away from rules and legislation. It's
probably as Seokjin said, the boy an abnormality among humans, locked in a cage
all his life long, provided with the bare minimum to make him survive. Raising
him meant gold for the village at least, but other than that the boy had no
worth to them and definitely grew up defined by that.
Yoongi stares down at his tiny mate and feels deep sadness spreading through
his body as he thinks about the last seventeen years this kid spent entirely
alone and unloved. He had been hurting, too, but he'd had his family at least,
his coven of five other amazing and annoying immortals who'd all helped him
through his despair while he'd searched for something that had felt like a
missing piece of his soul.
"Ready?" Seokjin asks, and when Yoongi forces himself to look away from his
mate to face his sire his heart sinks at the way the door to their home is
already being pushed open.
No, Yoongi thinks and feels Seokjin's amusement flash in their bond. But he
tightens his arms around his mate, cooing at him when the boys hiccups into his
neck, and follows his sire inside.
It takes exactly a second for everyone to realize that they're back home.
They're all down in the grand entrance hall in the next second even before the
door snaps shut behind Yoongi.
There is a moment of silence in which Yoongi feels his sire flood the bond with
that weird sense of wholeness whenever the clan is complete. He feels all the
stress and anxiety bleed out of his system, the space filling up with warmth
and safety as his family connects after weeks of being apart. The long years
filled with countless journeys through the remaining continents to find the
scent that had driven Yoongi insane are finally over, the family reunited for
good. Yoongi feels so calm and content that for a moment he forgets everything
around him but the bliss he feels in his soul.
Then the child in his arm tenses nervously.
He snaps his eyes open, anxiety slamming back into his system and triggering a
chain reaction of worried gasps. Five pairs of eyes focus on him and then on
the woolen bundle in his arms. Yoongi sees everyone but Seokjin's nostrils
flare and feels five wrong conclusions settle in their shared bond.
"I thought you went to search for your Beloved," Namjoon starts reprimanding in
the same moment Jeongguk laughs in delight, dark eyes shining as he reaches for
the kid in Yoongi's arms with a carefree, "Hyung, a human snack? Illegal,
yesss!"
Yoongi's answering snarl wipes the wide grin right out of the young immortal's
face and in the deep silence that follows, Seokjin sighs dramatically.
"He's not a snack. And to answer your question, Namjoon, this is Yoongi's
Beloved."
Silence. The kid in Yoongi's arms squirms to turn around and look at everyone
staring at him, but immediately hurries back to hide his face with a little
squeak. Yoongi feels his heart flutter and sees five pairs of eyes widen,
Jeongguk's the most, not that it's surprising in any way.
"That's hi– but it's a human!" Namjoon's voice sounds almost scandalized, but
not as much as Jeongguk's when the boy adds: "And he doesn't smell anything
beloved, he smells like snacktime!"
Wait for it, Yoongi thinks as he tightens his arms around his mate
protectively, and everyone but Seokjin looks at him with confusion at that
while he just nods as his sire to show them.
Seokjin throws a quick and calculating glance at Taehyung and Jeongguk, their
youngest, but then shrugs and reaches for his coat around the kid in Yoongi's
hold, carefully pulling up the cloth until the boy's bare ass is revealed.
The kid squeaks again, small toes curling in the sudden cold and his tiny hands
clutch helplessly around the thick cloth of Yoongi's own coat. He rubs his
small nose against Yoongi's neck, begging wordlessly for warmth, but not
resisting the slightest when Yoongi hoists him over his shoulder, presenting
his ass, while Seokjin grabs his thin ankles to slowly spread his legs for the
others to see.
The raw scent between the boy's legs hits them first, warm and rich, and Yoongi
sees each of their confused faces turn into something entirely else. Namjoon's
and Hoseok's twist into awe while Taehyung's and Jeongguk's stay surprised.
"He has... he's–" Hoseok stammers, eyes darting between the kid's legs and
Yoongi's eyes, waiting for someone to confirm what he's suspecting–
"Aeria. He's a sacrifice," Namjoon whispers, and Yoongi knows that his thoughts
are much further ahead already, obviously more inclined to believe the legends
about sacrifice-Beloveds and what they mean to their clans.
"I don't understand," Taehyung's voice cuts through the heavy silence. "So what
if he is? Fucking hell– Seokjin hyung, I can see his pussy just fine, stop
spreading his ass–" He huffs, then continues, "Isn't Gguk right then? He's
food, or not?"
"You're too young to know this, but technically sacrifices are carriers,"
Namjoon starts explaining, but Hoseok's voice is louder when he cries: "He can
get pregnant with Yoongi's love child if he's his mate! Yoongi won't kill him
when they fuck–"
On instinct, Taehyung’s hands come up to press against his mouth while
Jongguk’s face contorts into a grimace.
Fucking your food and impregnating it, it must sound gross if you're young and
never heard of it before, Yoongi guesses as he feels Taehyung's and Jeongguk's
repulsion flood their bond. Only for a second, though, before they, too,
understand.
"A pureblood baby?!" Taehyung gasps behind his hands, while Jeongguk's face
twists further into something oddly scandalized.
Taehyung's words have the whole family fall silent again, all eyes on Yoongi
until the kid whines quietly from where he still hangs over his shoulder.
"If he's Yoongi's mate, then yes, our clan might be blessed with a pureblood
baby," Seokjin mutters, but his voice isn't so convinced and Yoongi sighs
internally as he pulls his mate down and carefully rearranges him in his arms.
Maybe he'll really have to mate and breed his Beloved first until they all stop
doubting him.
"He looks twelve!" Jeongguk's scandalized voice informs him at that.
"All sacrifices look young, tho," Hoseok mutters. "They're raised on scraps,
bet this one was no exception."
"Scraps," a soft voice mumbles, muffled against Yoongi's neck, and this time
everyone looks at the kid with softer eyes. Yoongi's heart does that weird
squeeze again and everyone starts smiling in sympathy.
Even though they never felt any sort of remorse for consuming the sacrifices
given to them, the pity and pain that Yoongi feels for the boy in his arms is
real and understandable to them all.
"Can’t he talk? What's wrong with him?" Jeongguk asks after a moment, voice
slightly embarrassed as if he doesn't know what to do with all this heavy
sadness in the bond. Yoongi's feelings for his mate affect them all, he knows.
He sees it, too, in their eyes which have softened with worry and care for the
child in his arms.
"We found him in a village. He was raised in a cage."
At his words Jeongguk's eyes widen while Taehyung looks genuinely upset. The
two older immortals just shake their heads, but it's not like they never heard
of sacrifices that were raised like animals before.
Some sacrifices are allowed to live their meager lifespans in relative freedom,
mostly left alone among their kind in guarded compounds where they stay until
they hit maturity age at nineteen, ready to be shipped off and eaten. They’re
the organic kind of quality, those that were lucky enough to live a little,
which makes them the most expensive food on the market.
By far most of them come from the cities, though, where large numbers of demi-
human occurrences need to be raised efficiently. It means low-cost mass
upbringing, hooked-up bodies jammed together in battery farms. The sacrifices
are kept in an artificial coma, not allowed to be awake for even one day of
their short lives. Yoongi and his family are mostly used to those, sedated food
that tastes void of life, because the sacrifices grow up without anything to
enrich them, no experiences, no impressions, not even language, just one dull
day after another until they are ready to die.
It's sad, from a humane perspective, but they're food in the eyes of Yoongi's
kind. And since they literally only came to existence to fill in the shortage
of human blood during the century long war, neither immortals nor humans feel
remorse at their fate. Yoongi wasn't an exception to that –until now, and the
feeling of regret and horror slams through his whole family, making them
suffer, too, until Seokjin takes hold of them and dulls everything down enough
for them to breathe again.
The child in Yoongi's arms whines quietly when the silence stretches, everyone
breathing in synchrony but him. It must be unnerving, Yoongi feels his mate's
uneasiness and it makes him feel uncomfortable as well, as if the kid's emotion
are influencing his own.
Seokjin's calm presence is there to take care of him, calming him down and- oh,
how interesting, it doesn't work on the kid, that's strange.
"It's because he's your mate. I'm your sire and therefore his, too, but that
will only happen when you bond him." Seokjin glances at his family, taking in
their awed faces, and smiles when he sees Jeongguk's openly jealous expression.
Ah, the baby was feeling threatened by the new baby, how adorable.
"You should bond now, it's stupid to wait if he's already here–"
"Hyung, he's underage!" Namjoon's voice protests, eyes on the kid in Yoongi's
arms.
"I'm not gonna do... that," Yoongi mutters. "Carrier or not, he's too sick now
and I want him to be–"
"So you don't care that he's a baby?!" Jeongguk cries, all kinds of indignation
in his voice, making Hoseok laugh and yell: "Told y'all that he likes them
young, pervert!"
Seokjin sighs again and then looks at his family, effectively shutting them all
up.
The kid in Yoongi's arm fidgets, unaffected, and Seokjin smiles at the small
thing, making him rub his little nose more insistently against Yoongi's neck,
because suddenly he feels shy.
"Take the little one to your room and bond," he tells Yoongi again. "It's
better to make him part of the family now, he's been alone for seventeen years–
that's more than enough, hmn?"
No one dares to say anything against that, because Seokjin's words pull on all
their heartstrings. They all care for the kid already, simply because Yoongi
loves it.
"En..nough?" The kid asks, and Yoongi catches Taehyung's eyes watering. His cue
to grab the kid and get going.
He's halfway up the stairs when Seokjin calls for him again.
"Give him a name, will you? Something cute, alright?"
Yeah, but nottoocute, Jeongguk cries into their bond and Yoongi hurries up to
his room, the kid cooing happily in his arms.
 
-
 
Yoongi claims and binds the child to himself as soon as they're alone in his
room, on the same bed where seventeen years ago the kid's scent changed him
forever.
He sits the kid down gently, his large hands cupping the boy's face as he tells
him what he'll do to him, how it will change them and what it will mean to
them.
The boy listens with wide eyes, head tilted to the side and Yoongi isn't
entirely sure if he understands him or not, but small hands worm their way out
of the coat still wrapped around his small body to cup Yoongi's face, too.
The hands are so incredibly tiny that Yoongi feels his heart swelling again, a
desperate urge to protect his mate rushing through his whole body as he pulls
the kid close and presses him against his chest. He wants to wrap as much of
himself around the kid as he can, wants to mark him untouchable, protected by
an ancient's bite and ownership. He wants this kid to be safe and happy so
much, so he gives in to his need, carefully tilts the boy's face in his hands
and leans down to inhale his clean scent on his pale neck.
The boy keeps still for him, breath stuck in his chest, and Yoongi doesn't want
that, doesn't want his mate to feel nervous because of him.
"Hey, doll..." He whispers, making the kid shudder in his hold. "It's okay,
baby. I got you," he murmurs quietly, the thumb of one of his hands caressing
the sharp outline of the boy's jaw before it slides down a little to trace the
kid’s pulsing jugular, the delicate skin that Yoongi will pierce to bind them
for life.
The boy shudders and leans closer to Yoongi, desperate for warmth, and for a
while Yoongi just holds and cradles him until the kid is pliant and sleepy in
his arms. He reaches into their bond then, to the vague awareness of the boy's
conscious overlapping with his own, and takes hold of the kid's emotions,
making sure he's relaxed and at ease when Yoongi leans down to place his lips
on his neck.
The bite still hurts, Yoongi knows. He feels the kid's pain flare in their
bond, sharp and growing with every pull of blood into his mouth as the bond
settles between them. With the blood come the child's memories, a life of
misery flashing in Yoongi's mind that makes him ache for the boy in his arms.
Another mouthful of blood makes him taste the pain in his tiny mate's body, the
infections he carries, the wounds on his skin, the layers of scars from harsh
punishments because of mistakes the kid didn't understand.
Tiny hiccups fall from the boy’s lips and Yoongi wants to comfort him so much,
more than just holding him tightly and sending him all his affection through
their bond. A feeling, an idea flashes in his mind, filling him up with instant
warmth as he realizes how he can comfort his upset Beloved.
He pulls his last mouthful of blood, instinctively knowing that he doesn't need
more, the bond now waiting for him to return some of his own to his Beloved. He
pulls out carefully, tongue working on the twin punctures until they stop
bleeding.
"Jimin," he coos then, slurring slightly from the overwhelming emotion slowing
him down. But he says the name again, more clearly and insistently, until the
boy's wet eyes rise to meet his own. Yoongi wants to make sure his mate
understands before he binds them forever. "Jimin," he calls, softly and full of
affection, because it's the name he chose for his Beloved, so cute and so
delicate and so fitting. "My Jimin."
The boy hiccups again, then sniffles, his plump lips falling open in wonder,
eyebrows furrowing into the most adorable expression of confusion Yoongi has
ever seen.
"Ji...min?" He asks, and already Yoongi feels timid sparks of joy in their
bond.
"Yeah," he nods, cupping the child's face in his palms again. "My Jiminnie,
hmn?"
The kid's eyes widen a bit more, a barely there smile twitching on his lips as
he stares up at Yoongi in awe. But it seems like he has to make sure. Yoongi
smiles when the boy points at himself and asks with the smallest, most hopeful
voice Yoongi has ever heard, "J...Jimin?"
At his nod, the barely there twitch on his lips grows into a full smile that
lights up the kid's whole face, happiness radiating from him so intensely that
Yoongi feels weightless. He cradles the kid close again, laughing quietly when
he feels him tremble from happiness, his tiny body almost unable to contain
this much joy.
"My Jiminnie," Yoongi coos again, making the boy look up at him, the kid's eyes
shining with trust and joy. Yoongi caresses the small face for a while longer,
but feels their bond nudging him soon enough, reminding him to finish up. With
a sigh he bites into his own tongue and tilts Jimin's face upwards for a chaste
kiss.
Yoongi's blood, thick and slightly colder than the kid's, is swallowed down
with a tired whine, the boy letting Yoongi move him around as he pleases,
obediently drinking what is given to him while dainty fingertips massage gentle
circles on his soft throat.
The bond settles calmly between them, gaining intensity as the minutes tick
away. After a while, Yoongi notices that Jimin isn't drinking anymore, just
tiredly suckling on his tongue, peacefully falling asleep, safe and happy and
protected, just the way Yoongi wanted him to be.
As he lies the boy down and reaches for the bedsheets to cover them both, he
feels as if he's finally able to breathe normally again, fully sensing the
world around him as a deep calm settles over him, too, for the first time in
seventeen years.
Already, his blood in Jimin's veins is taking care of the infections and
smoothes out scars while closing open wounds. Yoongi follows his mate’s healing
process in their bond, eyes fluttering shut as Jimin's breathing, too, becomes
easier, a lifelong pain dulling down until it's gone entirely.
With his last strength, he pulls the kid against himself and closes his eyes,
blissfully falling asleep as he inhales his mate's sweet scent into his lungs.
 
-
 
Two years later, Jimin ripens into what the whole family but Yoongi was
secretly waiting for.
This time there is no scandalized outburst, not even from Jeongguk– not when
the vague prospect of a pureblood baby becoming a part of their family turns
extremely real.
There had been arguments in the past, even after Yoongi had marked and bound
the kid to himself. "He still smells like a snack, hyung!"
There had been arguments when he'd shared the boy's name with them. "Minnie?
What kind of name is Minnie?!" - "It's Jimin, shut the fuck up, Gguk!"
There had been arguments about literally everything concerning his mate, but
this time, when Jimin wakes up with blood between his legs and cramps in his
abdomen, no one utters a single fucking word, everyone suddenly mute and
waiting for Yoongi to talk and explain.
Yoongi doesn't want to– two years weren't nearly enough time to prepare him for
the conversation that everyone expects him to have with his mate now– but
Jimin's eyes are huge and lost and full of tears, and Yoongi... Yoongi can't
bear to see his mate like this.
He takes him in his arms to comfort him first, then carries him down to their
bathroom to tend to everything else. This is where he'll explain it to him, he
decides as he sprays off the blood between Jimin's legs.
Seokjin knocks on the door when he's toweling Jimin dry, a pack of sanitary
pads and a small bottle of painkillers in his hands.
"Congratulations, baby," he says with a smile, but Yoongi didn't explain
anything yet so Jimin just tilts his head and sniffs, face nothing but
confusion as he accepts the things Seokjin hands him. "You're a grown...a...a
grown...errr..."
Yoongi rolls his eyes when Seokjin's voice trails off into nothing, his sire's
face flustered when he shrugs and leaves the bathroom with a sigh.
"Jimin is grown?"
Yoongi turns his head and stares at his mate at that, unsure what to say as he
grabs the sanitary pack and rips it open, pulling out one of the pads only to
stare at it in horror. Now what? How does this even work?
"Jimin... isn't a baby?" His mate asks again, before he shrieks as blood starts
sliding down one of his thigh. "Jimin is dying!" He wails, and Yoongi
hysterically rips the pad open and in half, while trying to console his upset
mate at the same time.
"No no no no, Minnie, my pretty baby Minnie–" He stresses, hands letting go of
the useless pad to reach for their toilet paper instead. He slides the whole
roll up his mate's thigh and presses it between his legs, right against his
vagina.
God, Jimin's vagina– his fully functional, blood spilling, fertility announcing
vagina, Yoongi wants to die.
Instead of dying, though, his nose absentmindedly notes how perfect Jimin
smells, how ripe and warm and ready, how, after this first week of bleeding and
maybe a following week of rest, his mate would be ready for breeding and
conception.
Yoongi pushes that thought far far away from himself, not least because Jimin
is crying himself into hysterics, genuinely believing that he's dying.
"Oh for god's fucking sake," Hoseok loudly announces himself a second before
smashing open the door to Yoongi's bathroom, eyes narrowing in disapproval when
he sees the way Yoongi presses toilet paper against the family baby's hole.
"This is your idea of a good idea? Of explaining things properly before the kid
dies from anxiety?"
Before Yoongi can snap back, Hoseok snatches the pack of sanitary pads out of
his hand and turns to pull on one of Jimin's thick locks. The boy's hair is
still a soft brown, slightly wavy and just as cute as the rest of him, even his
wet and puffy eyes that look at Hoseok now as if he's his last and only hope.
"Baby," Hoseok coos at him, his free hand rubbing away the tears on Jimin's
soft cheeks. The whole family is long past the point of Yoongi being the only
one whipped for Jimin. "This isn't a reason to cry, you know?" He gestures at
where Yoongi is still pressing the toilet paper between his legs and continues,
"This is a reason to celebrate! Because the blood means that Jimin is all grown
up now! An adult!"
And, ohhhh, Jimin knows what an adult is! Jeongguk rubbed that word into his
nose often enough, taunted him with it, about how Jimin was only a baby while
everyone else was already mature, adults.
He stops crying in an instant, eyes going wide as he stares at Hoseok in awe.
"Jimin is... a...adult? Like Ggukkie?"
"Like Ggukkie," Hoseok confirms with a nod and then smiles when Jimin's face
twists into one of baffled joy.
"Adult!" The boy squeaks, cheeks rapidly tinting pink and he turns his head so
fast to look at Yoongi that Hoseok fears for his neck.
"Yoongi!" Jimin cries, trembling all over in excitement, and Yoongi has massive
difficulties to keep the toilet paper firmly between the boy's legs, "Yoongi!
Jimin is adult!" He screams, flushed with pride and waiting to be praised, too,
eager to hear it out of his mate's mouth.
"Minnie," Yoongi starts, but quickly looks at Hoseok to help him with the blood
before he wraps Jimin into a long overdue hug. "Yeah, yeah, you're a full adult
now, baby bean. Congratulations, hmn? You can tell Jeongguk to shut the fuck up
now."
"S-Shut the...the fuck...up," Jimin giggles, hiding his face in his favorite
spot against Yoongi's neck, lips suckling on the skin there as he radiates
happiness.
Behind him, Hoseok wordlessly holds up Jimin's underwear and a fresh pad,
showing Yoongi how it's done before tossing the piece of cloth at him with a
roll of his eyes. He's out of the bathroom in less than a second, leaving the
two of them alone to embrace happily, until a new trickle of blood slides down
Jimin's thigh.
This time the kid laughs and snatches the toilet paper to clean himself, eyes a
bit helpless, though, when he asks his mate how to stop it.
"It's gonna stop by itself," Yoongi explains as he helps Jimin into his
underwear, both of them eying the pad skeptically as if unsure that it will be
enough. "Until then you'll have to wear this, alright baby? It will keep the
blood from running down your body."
"Feels weird," Jimin huffs, but he's never one to disobey, already trying to
get comfortable in his new panties.
I can't imagine, Yoongi thinks, but Jimin can hear him and flashes him a grin
so happy and carefree that it knocks the breath out of his lungs.
 
-
 
Much later that day, when they're all lazing in the grand dining room, their
nest really, Jimin asks why no one else but him bleeds, and everyone turns mute
again.
Namjoon opens his mouth first, but before he can over complicate things with
his long explanations, Taehyung pulls Jimin off Yoongi's lap and onto his own
to cuddle him.
"It's because you're special," he says, and his voice is so earnest and so full
of affection that Jimin believes him immediately.
"Not that special, tho!" Jeongguk snaps when Jimin sticks out his tongue at
him, only to gasp when the kid tells him to "Shut the fuck up, Ggukkie."
Completely unconcerned with the way Jeongguk looks at him, he clings to
Taehyung, rubbing their noses together as he mumbles how much he loves him.
They all look at Yoongi, who uses this moment to grab his mate and hoist him
over his shoulder, quickly retreating to his room with Jimin laughing all the
way up to it.
They change Jimin's pad before slipping into their night clothes, but when the
boy lies curled up in the cage of his arms, Yoongi thinks of what Jimin's new
maturity means for them.
Sooner or later his instincts that only wanted to protect and make Jimin happy
until now will develop further into lust, now that his mate is fertile. It
worries him, because he knows that Jimin's past experiences with sex are
memories the boy locked away deep inside of himself.
The humans who raised and kept him in a cage had also used him as it pleased
them. And even now, two years later, Jimin still squirms uncomfortably in some
nights when those memories come back to haunt him.
The worst, at least to Yoongi, is that the boy never really understood what
they did to him. Even now, with a family that loves and protects him
unconditionally, Jimin doesn't realize that the things he endured in his
childhood were of an abusive nature. His caretakers hurt him, often without
reason, and punished him severely for misbehaving even when Jimin had sat
motionless in his cage for days. One of the punishments was the sex, not that
Jimin had any idea of what it was back then– not that he has any idea of what
it is now. It's a bad memory, though, one the boy doesn't actively think of and
one that makes him scared whenever it does flash through his mind.
Yoongi sighs, thoughts twisting around in his head until he feels his brain
pulsing, a headache spreading through it painfully.
He needs to find a way to make everything better, but there is no solution, no
matter how hard he thinks about it.
 
-
 
It's ridiculously simple in the end.
Just as much as Yoongi's instincts slowly change from chaste affection to lust,
Jimin's make him crave body contact more, as well as preparing him for the
inevitable breeding.
Half desperate, Yoongi asks Seokjin if there isn't a way to prevent the mating
from happening, because he doesn't think that Jimin is ready– he doesn't think
that he is ready, but Seokjin just shakes his head. From what is known about
the extreme rare occurrence of mated pairs like Yoongi and Jimin, instincts
dictate the time their bodies and minds are ready, not sooner and not later.
In Yoongi's case it's his change of instincts, while Jimin becomes a little bit
more clingy, a little bit more plump and soft. His scent thickens into
something so rich and sensual that it's slightly dizzying, the heat between his
legs constantly wet now, as if beckoning Yoongi in whenever he catches the damp
scent of it.
It obvious that they're both ready, more than ready maybe, Yoongi thinks when
he catches Jimin masturbating one night, the kid rutting against one of
Yoongi's legs while desperately trying to muffle his little moans.
Christ, he's dripping wet, sniffling so cutely as he rubs his wet flesh all
over Yoongi's knee. Yoongi wants to die.
He plays dead the grand five minutes it takes Jimin to huff and puff and
finally full-body-shiver into orgasm, and firmly keeps his eyes closed when the
boy comes down from his high only to whine in shame and quickly try to wipe
away all evidence of his little escapade.
Ten minutes later the boy is squeezed in between Yoongi's arms and fast asleep,
but even though he was careful in wiping away his body fluids, Yoongi's knee
still prickles with heat. Yoongi stares at his mate's soft and rosy face, the
way his pink lips are puckered and wet, the way his eyelashes fan over the
apples of his full cheeks.
He wants to eat him up, and the more he thinks about it, the more his primal
instincts make him aware of the lush heat radiating from between his mate's
legs.
God, he must be all swollen, puffy and red from all the friction, probably
still wet– because lately it’s the boy's pussy's default state, Yoongi knows it
from its scent. He groans quietly, his arms around his mate twitching as he
envisions Jimin's hole, the way it looks so pink, smooth and plump, so well
hidden behind the swell of his flesh.
He never spread him open, not after that one and only time in the entrance hall
when Seokjin did it to make the family see what exactly Jimin was. And in all
honesty, in the two years that he spent with his mate, Jimin's pussy had been
the last thing on his mind, but now it's suddenly all he can think of.
"Yoongi?" Jimin's sleepy voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and when Yoongi
glances down, his mate is looking up at him in confusion, small fingers
tightening where they clutch at Yoongi's sleep shirt.
"Baby bean," he mutters, but his voice is way too deep and filled with a weird
sort of timbre.
Before Yoongi even realizes what's happening, Jimin tenses in his arms and
stops breathing– only to moan quietly a second later.
"Yoongi," he groans, and Yoongi's eyes widen when the boy squirms around in his
arms until he has one of his legs between his own. He starts rutting against it
immediately, albeit subtly, as if a bit dazed.
What in the actually fuck– was that the fault of his weird timbre voice? Did it
trigger Jimin into some sort of... some sort of heat? The thought makes him
blush, because it comes with images of Jimin fucked and bred into pregnancy,
stomach swollen with cum and Yoongi's child, too, and– oh my god, he's going to
lose it–
"Yoongi," his mate cries for the third time, and when Yoongi looks down at him,
Jimin is grinding down on his knee forcefully, his face already a little red
and desperate as he stutters and moans.
It's been what, not even a minute, Yoongi thinks, baffled. But when he slides
one of his large hands down his mates soft body, Jimin shudders in
oversensitivity and his scent, his scent– explodes into full-bloomed
excellence.
Yoongi's mind blanks and his hand slips, his palm cupping his mate's plump ass
cheek to squeeze it for a moment, before the tips of his fingers slide under
the hem of Jimin's panties. He licks his lips when the boy's hands tighten in
his shirt, sweet little gasp puffing wetly against his neck.
Yoongi pushes his hand further, his fingers brushing Jimin's damp lips and his
little tuft of soft pubic-hair, silken curls that stick to his skin as he
slowly sinks a long finger inside his mate's wet channel.
Jimin's entrance is blossoming around it, then clenching back together
frantically, and his eyes cross and he moans while Yoongi carefully works him
open, his finger sinking deeper on every thrust.
Yoongi watches his little mate, nineteen years old and healthy and perfect,
nothing but need and trust in his shining eyes as he squirms and eagerly lifts
his narrow hips to meet his finger. He's riding it, his wet flesh tightening
whenever Yoongi pulls it out, and small sobs of "Yoongi– Yoongi–" fall from his
lips whenever he sinks it back in. God he's so cute. God he's so so so cute.
There is no trace of fear, no bad memory to taint this, and Yoongi feels his
heart swell in his chest from both happiness and thankfulness. His heart feels
so full all of a sudden and he quickly slides his finger out and cups his
mate's flushed face in his palms to kiss him, capturing his sweet lips without
any doubt to hold him back anymore.
It's not their first kiss, but most of the ones they shared before were quick
and chaste, nothing like this one, which is slow and sensual, a testament of
their love in all its depth.
"I love you, Minnie. I love you so much, so much, so much..."
He feels like crying, but chuckles instead when Jimin clumsily captures his
lips with his own, a shy tongue probing in to mimic the kiss Yoongi just gave
him. The boy wiggles out of his arms to throw his legs over him, carefully
straddling his lap without ever breaking their kiss. When Jimin is fully
wrapped around him, thighs caging in Yoongi's hips and his arms around his
neck, Yoongi pushes back two fingers inside of him, smiling when the boy moans
into his mouth.
"Yoongi.... Yoongi, love– love Yoongi," the kid hiccups, pushing back his hips
to have Yoongi's fingers sink deeper into his hole, his eager thrusts rubbing
his abdomen against Yoongi's own straining erection.
Yoongi groans and pulls his briefs down without much thought, never losing his
rhythm as he fingers his Beloved open, his mouth swallowing Jimin's every sob
and moan until the boy tightens and shudders around his digits.
"Did you cum, baby boy?" He laughs, breathless, because they're still kissing
and Jimin is already whining from the loss of his tongue in his mouth. It gives
Yoongi a sudden idea and he pulls his fingers out of his mate’s wet hole to
gently pinch his asscheek. "Turn around baby, come here, sit on my face–" He
guides the boy around, mindful of his post-orgasmic, boneless state.
Jimin is pliant as always, lets him move him as he pleases and only hesitates
for a second before he does as he says and slowly lowers himself on Yoongi's
face. He’s so wet and open, dripping onto Yoongi’s face so much that his whole
face turns pink in embarrassment, not yet understanding why Yoongi want’s him
to move like this. He makes a soft sound of confusion, only to squeak shrilly
when Yoongi's tongue licks a broad stripe over his wet flesh, his nether lips
parting to let his mate probe and thrust while lips close around his whole
opening to suck him in.
Everything is wet and warm, the scent in Yoongi's nose so thick and raw that he
feels his lungs stutter in his chest. Jimin tastes exquisite, he tastes ready
and perfect, and as he licks into his pussy and sucks out his juices, his cock
throbs with the want to sink into those wet folds to drench them in thicker
fluids.
Soon, he thinks, as he cups Jimin's ass in his hands and starts pushing and
pulling the boy back and forward, making him ride him and smear his wet flesh
all over his face.
Jimin comes for the third time this night, right on Yoongi's tongue, and the
sobs he lets out are so wrecked and blissed-out that his whole body shudders
and twitches in sensitivity. Yoongi carefully pushes him forward and lies him
down on his body, upside down though, because he'll be damned if he doesn't
lick up all the juices presented to him between the boy’s legs.
69, can't believe we're doing this in our first night, he thinks, but while he
sucks and slurps up Jimin's pussy like a starved dog, Jimin is still only
twitching and shuddering, doing nothing but breathing hot and damp air against
the cock in his face.
Yoongi wants nothing more for his mate than to rest, his lips closing around
Jimin’s wet hole again as he sucks on the boy's pussy lips. The flesh in his
mouth is swollen and red, and Yoongi feels a sudden heat envelope him when he
thinks of how much more puffed-up it will be when his cock breeds it raw and
full.
He's so absorbed in his thoughts that it takes him a while to notice that his
cock is resting in the wet warmth of his mate's mouth now, the boy sucking on
his flesh contently, doing not much more than letting it sit on his tongue and
drip precome down his throat.
Yoongi groans, right into Jimin's vagina, his hips trembling with the effort to
keep still and let his mate enjoy his cock as he wants. It's almost impossible
with the way Jimin starts to slide his tongue up and down lazily, all of this
still happening in his mouth without the slightest friction. It drives Yoongi
insane.
"Baby," he moans after a good while of his mate warming his cock. His arms
strain when he lifts Jimin's hips from his face. The movement has his cock
sliding out of Jimin's mouth, which makes the boy wine in distress, the
vibrations on his cock almost having Yoongi drop the kid on his face again.
"Baby," he repeats, carefully sitting Jimin down, this time on his chest. "Turn
around for me, hmn? I'll make you feel good again."
For the first time in two years, Jimin looks like he doesn't want to do what he
says, his eyes darting from Yoongi to Yoongi's cock as if undecided of what he
wants more.
"Minnie," Yoongi coos, endeared. "Baby, trust me, this will feel the best."
The wet tip of his cock brushes against Jimin's skin, leaving a shimmering
trail of precome across the boy's thighs when Jimin moves to turn around and
lie on top of him. It presses against the soft and pale flesh of the boy’s
stomach, right below his tiny navel, before it dips between the wet folds which
Yoongi licked with so much care.
Jimin breathes deeply into Yoongi's face, their eyes locking as Yoongi's cock
thrusts slowly through the cleft of Jimin's vagina, wetting the whole length of
it with their mixed juices.
"I love you, Minnie," he tells his mate quietly again, and the boy lifts
himself up for a kiss, before he sinks himself down on Yoongi's cock, making
them both gasp into their mouths.
Yoongi feels Jimin's tender insides gripping his cock as he slowly rocks in and
out, his moans deep and guttural, sounding perfect mixed with Jimin's high
pitched cries and sobs. His eyes cross, throat tightening, his Adam's apple
jumping as he lets his head fall back against his pillow, Jimin following him
down to chase his lips for another kiss. One of his hands tightens around his
mate's right upper-thigh, bending it in half to have his pink opening on
display, his cock almost slipping out in the process but then sinking deeper
inside, the new angle leaving them both speechless for a split second, before
they both moan in pleasure.
Jimin's thigh quivers in his hold, tense like the rest of his small body as he
sucks in his stomach and tightens his channel for him. Yoongi groans, but
doesn't stop thrusting, his hips snapping in and out, pushing inside so fast
and deep until Jimin cries out, voice breathless, his whole body tensing as he
arches in his arms and comes with a scream.
He tightens up, breath hitching as he sobs, and Yoongi's so on the edge that
it's too much, his rhythm stuttering as he feels his balls swelling to the
point of bursting.
It's too soon, he thinks, almost panicking when he feels his orgasm building
up. But then Jimin sobs, a broken plea for something, and in his orgasmic haze
Yoongi realizes that this isn't about him, he's doing this for Jimin– his
instincts, his whole body, everything tonight is prioritizing Jimin's needs
over anything else in this world.
He comes with a low groan, his cock pressing inside of his mate so deeply that
his thick cum shoots right where their bodies want it, warm and full and secure
in Jimin's womb.
Yoongi only needs a moment to catch his breath and to come down from his high,
all his senses focused on his mate who's still twitching in his hold, his small
hips jerking around Yoongi's softening cock, milking him until there is nothing
left to spill from the tip.
"Baby," Jimin slurs, and for a second Yoongi thinks that the boy is referring
to himself before the kid adds, "Mate's baby... in Jimin..." He's halfway
knocked out from exhaustion, but his voice is of utter happiness.
Yoongi smiles, drained and emotionally overwhelmed, his arms closing around his
tiny mate to pull him off his cock and bed him next to himself, eager to wrap
his whole body around him.
Tomorrow they'll have Seokjin confirm Jimin's words to their family, the others
not yet feeling what they both already know to be true. It's more of a feeling
than anything, their mating bond expanding quietly, already making more space
to connect them both to something that is just about to take form inside of
Jimin.
Yoongi pulls his mate closer to his body, his lips pressing kisses on Jimin's
sweaty forehead, his closed eyelids, the tip of his nose, his lips.
He's so full of love that he feels like he's losing his mind– but, oh, Jimin's
fingers, tiny and soft and warm, find his to interlock them, anchoring him to
the here and now, making sure that they fall asleep like this, entwined in each
other, their bond glowing peacefully between them, beautiful and strong.
 
-
 
Of course, there is a discussion the next morning.
What would his family be, if not noisy and judging.
"He's pregnant," Seokjin announces the second they leave their room, even
before Yoongi and Jimin sit down in the living room nest.
His words make Jimin smile wildly, but apart from him no one else reacts like
that. Yoongi ...Yoongi flushes, because that's what he does best, before he
schools his facial expression into one of indifference– just in time, before
the others start screaming.
"You really did it– you did it with a baby–" Jeongguk starts, so scandalized
that his voice cracks up.
"Hyung you really knocked him up? A teen-mom, really, hyung?" Hoseok laughs
while the rest just sits in the living room and stares. “Is he gonna lactate?”
Seokjin is busy calming the storm of emotion brewing in their bond, so Yoongi
doesn't feel it in him to reach out and punch Hoseok in the face, but another
smile full of happiness and a joyful squeak of "Look!" from Jimin is all it
takes to shut everyone up.
"Yoongi's baby!" He adds, eyes crinkling in happiness as he proudly thrusts out
his tummy for them to see, his small hands resting on top of it lovingly.
"I'm not sure I like this..." Namjoon mutters, but it's also him who gets up
from the pile of pillows and bean sacks and bedcovers to gently pull the kid
into his arms for a congratulation hug.
"As long as Jimin's happy," Taehyung says as he joins in, expression gradually
turning warmer as Jimin cheers and rubs their noses together.
In their bond, Seokjin's already planning their family's future. With a
pureblood baby on the way their status will change and things will be different
forever.
"Chill, hyung," Yoongi chuckles as he pulls his mate back into his arms,
ignoring Taehyung's protests as he plants a kiss on Jimin's smiling lips.
In the background, Jeongguk whines dramatically, fake-vomiting into his hands,
the brat, but before Yoongi can snap at him to stop, Jimin turns around with a
bright smile and laughs:
"Shut the fuck up, Ggukkie."
Ah, man, Yoongi thinks in the scandalized silence of the room. His mate is
perfect.
 
End Notes
     dear recipient: I smashed some of your prompts together into this
     weird vampire mess ...in which the word vampire isn't even mentioned
     once, idk.
     you deserve better i just hope that this wasn't too disappointing in
     the end :<
     i am sorry. you are lovely.
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