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brittaeboo89 · 6 years ago

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Taegi A/B/O Revisit Tae and Yoongi have settled nicely into their roles as parents of two beautiful, yet feisty pups. Can they continue to be good parents, and still be perfect soulmates? Or will an new unexpected bump in the road, cause havoc on their still budding relationship? 9/?

There are probably a shit ton of mistakes, but I’m tired of not being able to share this with yall. It’s finally done with a word count of 7975. It’s the LONGEST chapter I’ve ever written.

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Walking along the sidewalk, Taehyung was momentarily distracted by the text messages his mate had been sending him. There was something off about the way he was talking, but at the same time, it has been a while since they were alone. Ten years have passed since the twins were born, and in those ten years, Taehyung and Yoongi have spent maybe a handful of them alone. It wasn't that they didn't get "alone" time with the twins' home, it was different. They had to wait for Jaehyun and Minji to fall asleep, and by that time, both parents were exhausted. Both of them worked full time jobs, Yoongi was a big shot producer, along with their friend Namjoon, and Taehyung worked for one of the top security companies in Seoul. So maybe Yoongi was just excited about the fact that this would be one of the rare nights where they would have the entire night to spend together. Knowing this, Taehyung shoved his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, and hurried to their apartment.

The walk from his job to their apartment, was a relatively short distance; only about 20 minutes. Yoongi didn't know why he insisted on walking rather than taking their car. Taehyung enjoyed the walk, he liked talking to those he passed on the street, and often stopped to conversate with the people he saw on a daily basis. It helped that the pups daycare was on the same route. So instead of using up more gas than they needed, Taehyung opted to walk back and forth to work, leaving the car for Yoongi.

Yoongi's producing allowed them to live in one of Seoul's nicer apartment complexes. He was one of the most sought-after producers in the music industry. The work he and Namjoon did was beyond incredible and Taehyung always found himself amazed at what his mate has accomplished despite everything they've been through since they bonded. He was already well on his way to becoming who he is today, and who knows where he would be had they decided not to finalize this bond and allow their marks fade away. Taehyung asked him once, but Yoongi quickly shut him up, telling him not to think about, that he was happier now than he ever had been. Before Taehyung, Yoongi had been too scared to allow himself to get attached to anyone, scarred by his dipshit of an ex-boyfriend. Just thinking about the bastard had Tae's hackles up and a low growl emitting from his throat.

Neither of them liked to thinking about the ordeal they went through, and because of this, neither of them talked about it. Once Jae and Minji had been returned to them, Taehyung and Yoongi silently made the decision to put the whole thing behind them and move on with their lives. They had two beautiful pups and nothing else mattered. Still, Taehyung would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely. Nightmares weren't common for Tae, but when he did have them, they were detailed and unforgiving. On nights like that, Taehyung would pull Yoongi against his chest and bury his face against his mates neck, breathing in his soothing orange blossom scent.

As Taehyung exits the elevator on the third floor, and turns to the left, ascent forces him to a stop, standing rigid in the middle of his hallway. He recognized this scent immediately, it was Yoongi's but it was sharper, intoxicating. Much like that very first night, ten years ago in a dirty club, only it was much, much stronger. His body felt on edge and his clothes felt too tight. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Taehyung forces himself to move forward. There's been only one other instance where Yoongi's scent had been this strong, this alluring, and that was the night he went into heat. Only, Yoongi was pregnant, there wasn't any way in hell his mate was going into heat. Swallowing hard, Taehyung takes a calming breathe and closes the remaining gap between him and the door. With his key in hand, he slips the cool metal into the lock and slowly turns until he hears the faint "click" of the lock releasing.

For a moment, Tae stood there with his hand frozen on the doorknob, doing his best to take steady breathes, forcing himself to keep calm. He couldn’t rush inside and take his mate like his inner alpha demanded him to do. He needed to keep a level head. Yoongi, as far as they both knew, was currently pregnant. If he went in there and allowed his instincts to take control, he could hurt both his mate and their unborn pup. Tae needed to keep the situation under control. If Yoongi had gone into a heat, despite being pregnant, than he needed to be careful about how he helped Yoongi through this. They had some toys, but not many. Would they be enough to get him through it? Maybe he could give him some of he sleeping pills they had in the cabinets for those nights where Yoongi had to force himself to sleep, and let him sleep it off. Wouldn’t those hurt the pup? Taehyung biggest worry wasn’t whether or not he could successfully help Yoongi through his heat without hurting him or the pup, but it was the fact that Yoongi’s unexpected heat, could throw Tae into his rut early. If that were to happen, Taehyung’s little control would be nonexistent.

From the other side of the door, Taehyung’s sensitive hearing picked up the sound of Yoongi’s soft whimpering. Tae’s jaw tightened and he turned the knob, pushing the door open. As he did, Yoongi’s scent slapped him in the face, forcing the breath from his lungs and when he was able to breathe once more, he took in the sweet orange blossom scent of his mate. “Yoongles?” He voice sounded strained as he called out to the older male. Clearing his throat, he tried again, “Yoongs, I’m home.”

At first he heard nothing, and he wondered if maybe he had been imagining things. Looking around the apartment, he tried to find his mate from the doorway. He saw nothing. Frowning, Taehyung kicked his shoes off, leaving them haphazardly in front of the door as he closes it. Stepping away from the door, Taehyung knew Yoongi was in the house somewhere, his scent was too strong not to be. Besides, he knew his mate well enough to know he wouldn’t leave if he really had gone into heat.

The last time Yoongi went into heat, he found the older male withering on the bed in his bedroom. Taehyung could still remember the moment he walked in, watching as Yoongi stroked his cock, covered in sweat and whimpering as if in pain. It was a sight unlike anything he’d ever seen before and in that moment, Yoongi had been the most beautiful creature in the world. The two of them spent the next several days in that bed and all over the rest of his apartment. Subsequently, they conceived Jaehyun and Minji in that time too. Maybe he’d find his mate just as he did back then?

Their bedroom was located at the far end of the apartment, just past the living room and next to the room that the twins shared. Taehyung moves slowly, his ears straining to hear even the subtlest sound. If Yoongi was in there, he was being oddly quiet. The door to their room, wasn’t fully closed, left open just a bit, letting the light coming from inside stream through into the darkened hallway. It wasn’t fully dark yet, but there weren’t any windows to allow an outside source to fill the space without turning on a light.

As he got closer, he began to make out the same whimpering he heard from outside. It was faint and muffled, making Taehyung believe that Yoongi had his mouth covered by something. Most likely, he was using a pillow to keep the sounds of his discomfort to a minimum. The older male tended to be embarrassed easily, and if that was the case than he hadn’t completely lost himself to his growing heat. Which would be a blessing, it meant that they could probably figure out the best course of action. They may not know yet whether they want to keep the pup or abort it, but that didn’t mean either of them want to unintentionally hurt it.

Clearing his throat a second time, Taehyung cocks his head from one side to the other, groaning softly at the relieving pop it made. He was acting like a nervous pup, instead of the alpha that he was. That was his mate in there and he needed to get ahold of himself. Yoongi needed him and standing out here hesitating at every little decision wasn’t going to help in the slightest. Without hesitating any further, Taehyung closes the distance between him and the bedroom, pushing the wooden door open the rest of the way, light from inside flooded the hallway and Yoongi’s scent washed over Taehyung. Despite the shiver that goes through the younger alpha, his mates scent also calmed him, allowing him to push aside his earlier worry.

Coming into the bedroom, Taehyung half expected to find his mate much in the same position he had years ago, but that wasn’t what he found when he entered the room. Yes, Yoongi was in the middle of their bed, the sheet pulled off at one corner, and the blankets pushed to the floor. But Yoongi wasn’t naked, his hand wasn’t pumping his cock and the moment Tae entered the room, he didn’t immediately crawl over to him and beg Tae to take him. Instead, Yoongi was laying on his side, his knees pulled close to his chest, one of their pillows nestled between his legs, while his hips moved against it, looking for any kind of friction. A second pillow, which Taehyung recognized as his own, was pressed firmly against his mates face, muffling each and every moan that left the elder’s mouth. The sight had Taehyung’s mouth going dry and his cock hardening.

Taehyung tried to find his voice again as he moved closer to the bed, suddenly finding himself mute at the sight of Yoongi. Through their shared bond, Taehyung was able to feel just how uncomfortable Yoongi was as a new wave of heat went through him, causing slick to seep from between his cheeks and further dampen his sweats. They’ve been bonded a little more than a decade now, and have become accustomed to feeling each other’s emotions on a constant basis, because they’ve become so used to it, they’re able to “block” most of it out. Allowing them to be separated for long periods of time. If Taehyung had been paying attention, he may have caught on sooner to his mates discomfort. How this got passed him, Taehyung was unsure of.

With his knees at the edge of the mattress, Taehyung stared down at Yoongi, watching as he grinds his hips against the pillow, desperately searching for friction to alleviate the growing desire to come. He hasn’t noticed Tae there, giving the alpha a chance to just watch and admire his beautiful mate. The way he rubs his clothed dick against the soft pillow had Taehyung aching to reach out for him, to pull Yoongi’s sweats down and take the older male’s cock in his hands, giving him what he wanted. Before he did, Taehyung takes the back of his shirt in hand and pulls the material up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor at his feet, leaving his chest bare. He kept his jeans on, the discomfort to his own cock keeping him somewhat focused.

Half naked, Taehyung crawls onto the mattress, the sudden dip giving him away and alerting Yoongi to his presence. At speeds Taehyung didn’t think Yoongi was capable of in his condition, the omega sits up and suddenly becomes very defensive, facing off with Taehyung as if he were an unwelcome intruder. His dark eyes were glazed with desire and for a moment, Tae got the impression that his mate didn’t recognize him. Putting both hands up, Taehyung’s lips pulled back into a smile as he spoke calmly, or as calm as any alpha can be when their mate is in heat. “It’s just me, babe.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow a moment, searching every inch of Taehyung’s face. When he was satisfied that it was in fact his mate, Yoongi visibly relaxed, his shoulders losing their tension. “T-Tae,” he whines the younger’s name, biting anxiously at his bottom lip, and bringing Taehyung’s full attention to them. “F-fuck, I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Yoongi says, unaware of the attention the alpha across from him was giving his lips, swollen from biting at them.

Dragging his eyes away from Yoongi’s beautifully plump lips, Taehyung scoots closer to the smaller male, reaching out he pulls him on to his lap. He could feel how wet Yoongi’s sweats were, even through his own jeans, slick pouring freely from the omega. Burying his face against the crook of Yoongi’s neck, Taehyung nuzzles against the mark he placed there, a clear sign that Yoongi was taken. He breathed in Yoongi’s orange blossom scent, bathing in it. As he did this, Taehyung scented his mate in return, wanting to smell himself all over the elders body. With a flick of his tongue against soft sugary white flesh, Taehyung leans back enough for their eyes to lock. “You’re in heat, love. Or at least, that’s what it smells like.”

The whimper that emits from Yoongi has Taehyung biting his inner cheek. He was fighting a losing battle, his instincts demanding that he take care of his omega. “How is that even possible?” Yoongi whines, closing the distance between him and Taehyung, his nose finding Taehyung’s throat and breathing deep his soothing sandalwood scent. The scrape of teeth against Tae’s sensitive skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Tae didn’t know how it was possible himself, he’s never heard of anything like this happening before. Then again, he’s never heard of an omega getting pregnant while using suppressants either, yet here they were. Was it possible that the blood work had been wrong? He was forced from his thought process as the male in his lap began to move, hips rolling. Taehyung could feel Yoongi’s clothed cock rubbing against his stomach, once more searching for some kind of friction.

“Tae,” The way he breathes Taehyung’s name against his throat, has the alpha swallowing hard. “I’m so hot, my body feels likes it’s going to burn up. It hurts.” Another whimper and a more desperate roll of his hips.

Fuck, how was he suppose to resist when Yoongi was in his lap like this? He hated seeing his mate in any discomfort and he knew he could ease him, all he needed to do was give Yoongi his knot. Would doing so hurt the pup inside of him though? Was it a risk they were willing to take? As Yoongi’s whimpering became consistent, and the mark of his arm prickled, Taehyung’s resolve shattered. His mate came first above anything else, and right now Yoongi needed him the most.

Turning his head, Taehyung nuzzles Yoongi’s cheek, giving him a small peck. “Lay back, baby.” Taehyung whispers beside Yoongi’s ear, the warm breathe against his skin sent a shiver through the smaller male. “Lay back and let me ease you through this. Maybe it won’t last long.” With his hands on Yoongi’s hips, Tae gently coaxes his mate out of his lap and back onto the bed, encouraging him to do as he asked.

He was met with only a little hesitation, but as another wave of heat coursed through Yoongi’s hyper aware body, his mate finally gives up and lays on the bed. Yoongi lay before him looking more beautiful than he’s probably ever seen him. His cheeks were shaded a soft pink, and his lips were swollen from biting at them. The older male squirmed underneath Taehyung’s roaming gaze, his hips lifting in invitation.

When Tae didn’t make any move to touch him, Yoongi let out a low growl of annoyance. “Will you quit staring at me and just take my pants off already?”

Taehyung looked up at his mates face, his lips pulling back into a smirk. Tae’s hands take hold of Yoongi’s slender hips, gripping them firmly, his thumbs rubbing circles against the bone there. “You want me to touch you that badly, hyung?”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “No, I want you to take these dirty sweats off. They feel disgusting.”

Tae hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of Yoongi’s sweats, his smirk widening. “And who’s fault is that? I bet you’re drenched in slick right now.” Pale cheeks darkened even more than they had been seconds ago. The one thing Taehyung loved most about his mate, was the way his entire face turned several shades of red when he was embarrassed. Even the tips of his ears would change colors. Seeing Yoongi like this made him look incredibly adorable.

Turning his head away, Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, biting down on his bottom lip again. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to kiss his beautiful lips. “Just shut up, brat.” His mate mumbles.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that. What did you say?” Taehyung leans in closer, his hands taking a firm hold of Yoongi’s waistband and pulling ever so slowly. With each new inch of flesh he revealed, Taehyung would leave feather light kisses on Yoongi’s feverish skin. To further tease the older male, Taehyung stops just shy of exposing the head of his cock. Tilting his head to the side, Taehyung looked up at the male beneath him, smiling at the sight of Yoongi looking back at him with lust glazed eyes. “I’m going to need you to repeat that.”

Yoongi growled down at him, his hand reaching out to thread his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, only to grab a fistful and tug threateningly. “Stop the fucking teasing, Tae.” His voice was strained and husky, and it had Tae’s cock twitching painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

With a soft chuckle, Tae nuzzles Yoongi’s hip, biting him gently and pulling back. With the sweatpants bunched in his hands, Tae sits back. “Lift your hips, hyung.” Doing as he was asked, Yoongi lifts off the bed, allowing Taehyung to finally pull the material off, tossing them to the floor for washing later. Yoongi wore nothing under his sweats, he usually didn’t, so it wasn’t a surprise when he stripped his mate.

With his pants no longer a barrier, Yoongi’s scent became overwhelmingly strong. It made Tae’s head swim. Tightening his jaw, Tae looked his mate over. Yoongi was much paler than himself, but spending most of his time inside a closed up studio, it would make sense. Even still, it didn’t take away from the beauty that was Min Yoongi. Despite his slim build, he had curves in all the right places, fitting perfectly against Taehyung’s larger frame. His eyes move down Yoongi’s body, stopping briefly on his thighs, taking in the sight of them shining in the light of their bedroom. He had been right, Yoongi was drenched with slick, and with his pants gone, it began to pool on the sheets, likely ruining them. Tae didn’t care, not in that moment, because the only thing that mattered, was Yoongi.

Tae ran his palms along Yoongi’s thighs, licking at his lips as he touched his mate, relishing in the soft moan that came from him. At the moment, both men were able to think clearly. While it seemed that Yoongi was indeed going into his heat, it had yet to really start and subsequently lose himself to his omega instincts; to be bred by his alpha. For now, they could focus on enjoying each other’s bodies. Gripping Yoongi’s slick drench thighs in his hands, Tae careful spread them apart, holding the older males gaze as he placed himself between Yoongi’s knees.

With another lick of his lips, Tae broke eye contact, looking down at Yoongi’s soaking wet hole and twitching cock. “God Yoongi, I want to taste you so badly right now.” Taehyung says, his mouth watering at just the thought of tasting Yoongi on his tongue. When the omega whimpered and ever so subtly lifted his hips in response, Tae took it as an invitation.

Laying on his stomach, and his hands on Yoongi’s hips, Taehyung pulls the elder closer to him. The orange blossom scent invading sinuses until the only thing he could smell was his mate. Without meaning to, a low and possessive growl rumbled up from his throat. Flicking his tongue out, Taehyung licks along Yoongi’s hole; he tasted just as intoxicating as he smelled and every time Taehyung licked him, he thought he could easily become drunk off the taste of his mates slick. Beneath him, the older male began to wither and squirm as he assaulted his hole, coaxing a fresh wave of slick from him each time his tongue passed along his quivering entrance.

Hands found their way into Taehyung’s hair a second time, gripping the dark strains and tugging. “Fucking hell, Taehyung.” Yoongi moans loudly, rolling his hips against Tae’s mouth.

To keep his mate still, Taehyung drapes one of his arms along Yoongi’s abdomen, holding him steady as he continued his attack on the sensitive ring of muscles, poking and prodding with his tongue as he would with his fingers. With his free hand, Taehyung moves up Yoongi’s thigh, briefly stopping at his balls and carefully fondling them, only to move on just as Yoongi began heavily pant. After much teasing, Taehyung soon wraps his long fingers around Yoongi’s throbbing cock, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, smearing precum.

“T-Taehyung,” Yoongi breathes his name, hips bucking as Tae’s hand stroked the length of his cock. “Fuck Tae, if you don’t stop you’re going to make me come.”

Chuckling, Tae turns his head, nipping at Yoongi’s thigh. “That’s the plan, love.” He responds, pumping Yoongi’s dick faster.

Tae listened as his mate cursed him under his breath, his hands tightened in Taehyung’s hair, this time tugging painfully. “If you make me come before your cock is inside me, I’ll make you lick it up.” Yoongi growls, glaring down at the alpha between his legs.

“Is that so?” Taehyung smirks, kissing his way up Yoongi’s thighs, biting and sucking little marks as he went, stopping to hover above Yoongi’s cock, shooting him a challenging look. “That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.” With his hand still firmly wrapped around Yoongi’s length, Taehyung leans his head down and slides his tongue over the head. Grinning when Yoongi moans his name, hips arching off the bed.

A breathy whimper escapes his mate's throat, "I hate you so much, right now." Yoongi whispers, hands slipping from Taehyung's head to his shoulders, nails racking down his arms.

Taking Yoongi’s cock into his mouth, Taehyung sucks teasingly at the tip, swirling his tongue and prodding at the slit. Yoongi’s hips bucked under Tae, thrusting into the warmth of his mates mouth. Tae didn’t mind, instead allowing Yoongi to fuck upwards, his tongue curving around the underside his length. Tae could tell he was getting closer and closer to coming undone. Wanting to push him completely over the edge, Taehyung’s fingers find Yoongi’s soaked entrance. He knew Yoongi’s body inside and out, knew all the right places to touch and where he was the most sensitive, making it easy to find that bundle of nerves he knew for certain would be the push he needed to completely unravel the older male.

“Jesus- fuck- Tae,” Yoongi’s hands once more find purchase in his hair, tugging. “Fuck, babe I’m about to come!” He cried the warning, trying to pull Tae away. Except, Tae wouldn’t be moved, his mouth working up and down the throbbing length of his mate, tongue teasing as his fingers continued to abuse Yoongi’s prostate, coaxing him to orgasm. It didn’t take much more before Yoongi was crying his name, thrust up to shove his cock down Taehyung’s throat as he comes.

Taehyung stays still as Yoongi’s come coats his throat, swallowing every bit, waiting until the smaller male’s hand loosens and falls from his hair. Breathing heavily, Yoongi brushes Taehyung’s hair away from his forehead, watching as he sits up and back on his knees. With hooded eyes, Yoongi could clearly make out the bulge in Taehyung’s jeans, and knew how uncomfortable he currently was. Their shared bond allowed him to sense this, and with his first orgasm fading, he could think a little clearer.

Licking at his own lips, Yoongi sits up with his mate, unbuttoning the sweat soaked shirt he still wore and throwing it off the bed. The omega in him urged Yoongi to take care of his alpha’s needs and even now he could feel his heat building inside of him once more, making his skin prickle. This time he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from allowing his instincts to take over.

Closing the distance between the two of them, Yoongi places a hand at he nape of Taehyung’s neck and pulls the younger to him. Their lips meeting in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth, tasting himself on Taehyung’s tongue. Moaning against his mouth, Yoongi crawls onto the lap of his mate, wrapping his legs around his waist, rubbing his slick soaked ass against the rough material of his jeans. Tae’s hand moves between their bodies, once more grabbing ahold of Yoongi’s cock, pumping his already growing length.

Breaking away from their kiss, Yoongi trails his lips along Tae’s jaw, kissing and nipping his skin as he moved to his ear. Biting at the sensitive spot just behind the lobe, Yoongi grinds down on his lap, moaning as he feels Taehyung erection against his hole. “Can’t take it anymore, Tae. I need to feel you, I need your knot inside of me.” Taehyung growling against his neck and hands gripping tightly at his hips, tells him just how much the alpha wanted Yoongi in return. Yoongi smiles at his reaction, it was exactly the one he hoped for. Dipping his head away from Tae’s ear, Yoongi presses his teeth gently against Taehyung’s mating gland, adding just enough pressure to make his mate crazy.

Tae’s hands move her knead the cheeks of his ass, a finger slipping between them to brush against Yoongi’s entrance. The older male shivered in Taehyung’s arms, biting down harder at the gland in his neck. With some effort, Yoongi was able to pull away from Tae’s temptation to fully bite him, to mark his mate for all the world to see. Dark, lust filled eyes, find Taehyung’s own darkened eyes, with just a hint of crimson, telling him just how close his inner alpha was to the surface. It sent a rush of pleasure through him, calling to his own inner omega.

“Your turn to lay back, Taehyungie.” Yoongi purrs, pecking at Tae’s lips, jaw and any inch of skin he could reach. “And take off those jeans, I know they’re uncomfortable and I want to see your big alpha cock.”

More of that beautiful crimson entered his mates irises at his words, and for a second Taehyung did move, but he soon snapped out of whatever trance he’d been in and set Yoongi onto the bed. Scooting to the edge, Tae stands and unbuttons his jeans, pushing the denim off his hips and down his strong thighs. From his place on the bed, Yoongi watched as the muscles in his legs flexed beneath his skin. When he straightened and turned back towards Yoongi, the omegas eyes immediately land on Taehyung’s cock, standing straight and unbelievably hard. The sight had him gnawing at his bottom lip in anticipation and slick slipping from him.

Reaching out, Yoongi grabs ahold of Tae’s wrist, pulling him back onto the bed with him. Their lips crash together in a bruising kiss, with Tae locking the omega against his body. Yoongi didn’t know how, but he managed to maneuver Taehyung onto his back and position himself over his waist, bent over with his ass rubbing against his cock, soaking his length in slick. He didn’t know how much more he could take, his entire body feeling like it was about to combust. Yoongi needed to feel his mate deep inside of him, filling him completely; he needed Tae’s knot to chase away the burning heat he felt consuming him.

Using his hand, Yoongi takes Tae’s length, stroking the alpha a few times before pressing the head against his hole. They probably should’ve continued a little longer with the foreplay, but both of them were already so close to losing themselves to their instincts that Yoongi didn’t think he’d be able to wait any longer. He needed to feel Taehyung.

Yoongi slowly lowered himself onto Taehyung’s cock, breaking their kiss to bite at his lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. He could feel Taehyung’s eyes on him, watching his expression as he took every inch of him bit by bit. The stretch burned, but not in a way that was painful, but enough to take Yoongi’s breath. He was so wet with slick, that there was little resistance, making it easier to take the alphas huge length.

Taehyung’s hands glided along Yoongi’s back, arms and even his ass, kneading his cheeks. All the while, he whispered against the omega’s ear, praising him for taking his cock so well, that they were made of each other. Every praise whispered to him, sent a little thrill throughout his entire being, making his heart flutter and his stomach do flips. Yoongi didn’t say it nearly enough, but he really did love Taehyung and it was moments like these that he was reminded of just how much Tae meant to him. Even after all these years, he couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone other than his “bratty alpha”.

After taking Taehyung fully inside of him, Yoongi took a few seconds to adjust to his size. With the twins older now, they didn’t get to intimate like this, as often as they would like. He couldn’t exactly remember when they last had sex, meaning it had probably been a “quickie” just before bed. That’s usually how it went, both of them too exhausted to really explore each other’s bodies the way they enjoyed. Moments where they kids were gone and they had the apartment to themselves, were rare and far between. With Hoseok watching them, they’d have all night to just be a mated couple. To caress and scent each other, to remind themselves how much they needed the other. And if Yoongi’s heat lasted for the next few days… well, then they’d finally get that mini vacation they’ve been talking about.

With his body adjusted to his mate’s size, Yoongi pushes back into a sitting position, his hands planted firmly on Taehyung’s chest, staring down at him. He took in Tae's features, the way his eyes scanned Yoongi’s body, and the way his tongue darted out to lick hungrily at his lips. Knowing he had this effect on Tae made his chest swell with pride. He loved when Taehyung looked at him like he was the most beautiful thing in this world, as if he was the only thing the alpha ever needed to live. And maybe it was the truth. Both men loved their pups, loved their friends and family, but if anything, ever happened to Taehyung, Yoongi didn’t think he’d survive. Just the thought of having to go on alone, brought tears to his eyes and he cursed the increase in hormones affecting his emotions. No one liked it when their partner cried during sex.

Ever observant, Taehyung quickly noticed the shine in his mate’s eyes and a look of concern replaced the previous lust. Removing one hand off of Yoongi's hip, Tae reached up to cradle the older male's cheek in the palm of his hand, his thumb brushing at the stray tear that managed to escape without meaning to. "Yoongs, what's wrong? I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asks soothingly as Yoongi leans into Tae's touch.

Yoongi shakes his head and nuzzles against Tae's palm, taking in his scent, allowing it to calm him. "You could never hurt me, Tae." Turning more fully towards Tae's palm, Yoongi nips lightly. Closing his eyes briefly, Yoongi begins a steady rocking of his hips. The pace a slow up and down, and when he opened his eyes again, it was to find the concern gone and desire darkening Tae's eyes once more.

He allowed Yoongi to set the speed, to move on his own, content to just lay there beneath him as the omega found a stride that he was most comfortable with. Taehyung watched as Yoongi moved on top of him, his slim hips rock back and forth, up and down. From this position, Tae could just vaguely see his cock disappearing inside of Yoongi ass. It was a sight that had his mouth going dry. No matter how many times they do this, or how slow or fast it was, Yoongi still managed to take his breath away each time. Running his hands over Yoongi's waist, and along his rib cage to his chest, Taehyung rubs his thumbs across his mate's nipples. Teasing them with the rough pads of his thumbs and rolling them between his fingers; enjoying the sounds of Yoongi's breathy moans.

"You like that, don't you babe?" Taehyung groans, pinching Yoongi's nipples a little rougher. When his mate whimpered a reply, Tae slides his hands back down to his hips, taking them firmly in his hands and arching his own as Yoongi came down on his cock, pushing deeper inside of him, searching once more for that bundle of nerves. With a sharp gasp, Yoongi curled his hands on Tae's chest, his nails pressing into flesh. Smirking, Tae does it again, "Oh yeah, you do. I bet you want nothing more than for me to flip you onto your back and fuck you into this bed."

"T-Tae," Yoongi whimpers his name, looking down at him through hooded eyes. The coloring darkening his cheeks was a reply all on its own. Min Yoongi was a man all about control. He liked things a certain way and very rarely gave up control in any situation. In the bedroom... that was one of the few circumstances in which Yoongi relinquished it, handing over to Taehyung. It was the only time where Yoongi actually acted like an omega, submitting entirely to his alpha. Though, there were times when Yoongi enjoyed tormenting the younger, working him up until he begged for release.

He knew what Yoongi wanted, but he wanted to him it come from him. "Say it, Yoongi. Tell me just how badly you want me to fuck you. I won't know unless you tell me." Taehyung grins mischievously as he suddenly thrusts up, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the male on top of him.

"Fucking hell, Taehyung." His jaw tightens, and Taehyung could feel his cock being squeezed by Yoongi's hole and it made him want to take the elder all the more. "You know I want it." Yoongi's voice was soft, and Tae almost didn't catch it.

"That's not what I said," Holding him still, Taehyung starts to pull out of Yoongi until only the head of his dick remained inside of him. "If you don't say it, then I'll think you don't want it. There's still time to get the toys out." He threatens, a teasing note behind it. "What happened to that earlier when you were begging me to stop teasing you, because you wanted my knot inside of you."

"Fine!" Yoongi pants loudly, turning his head away in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung; all while trying to push himself back down onto Tae's cock. He didn't say anything right away, and to help coax it out of him, Taehyung took one of his hands off of Yoongi's hip and wrapped it around his cock, stroking the older male in a tight grip, his thumb spreading the precum beading at the tip. Yoongi held back a moan, rolling his hips towards Taehyung touch, only to find him still restrained by the youngers continued hold on. This seems to make him snap, dark eyes glared down at him and sharp nail dub into his chest. "If you don't stop playing with me, Taehyung and just fuck me, I swear you'll be sleeping on the couch for a month."

Letting Yoongi go, Taehyung lets him slide back down onto his cock, watching the way his eyes rolled back into his head and a moan slipped from his throat. Sitting up, Tae wraps an arm around his mate, pulling his smaller frame against his larger one. Play time was officially over, and Tae let the alpha in him free. Immediately, he dives for Yoongi's throat, licking and biting, sucking a dark bruise onto his mates' pale skin, marking him for everyone to see. Holding Yoongi in place on his lap, Tae bucks his hips, shoving him cock deep inside the omega, burying himself to the hilt. Next to his ear, Tae could hear the whimpers and moans coming from Yoongi, the pleas not to stop, to fuck him the way he knew only Tae could.

Tightening his arms around Yoongi, Taehyung suddenly flips them them around, changing their position so that Yoongi was now underneath him, his legs wrapped around his waist. For a second, Taehyung pulled back just enough to look down at his mate, taking in his flushed skin, the darkening bruise and the way he looked back at him. Leaning back a bit, Tae takes a hold of Yoongi's thighs, holding them still as he held eye contact with him; pulling his hips back and thrusting them forward again. His strokes we slow, but hard, ramming deep inside of the smaller man, rubbing against his prostate. When he was certain of the position and depth that he wanted, Taehyung began moving more quickly, penetrating Yoongi's hole over and over again.

"Touch yourself, Yoongi." Tae says, a commanding growl to his voice. Yoongi didn't hesitate to do as he was told, his hand taking a hold of his own cock and beginning to match the same pace that Taehyung had set. Fucking himself while he was being fucked. The sight alone was nearly enough to send Tae over the edge and he could feel the base of his dick swelling as his knot started to form. Yoongi looked like he was in complete ecstay, his eyes closed tight, his hips arching up to meet every one of Taehyung's thrusts, pushing against him, seeking Tae's knot. Soon enough, Yoongi's hand around his cock no longer matched Tae's thrust, instead he chased his own orgasm, mouth opened and heavy pants filling the room around them.

Growling low in his throat, Taehyung holds Yoongi's thighs more securely, ramming as deeply as he could possibly go, abusing Yoongi's prostate in the process. Tae could sense that his mate was so close to coming, so close to the being pushed over that edge. All it would take was a few more pumps before Yoongi would be crying him name, spilling cum all over his stomach. Wanting to be right there with him, Taehyung quickened his strides. Pulling Yoongi back into his arms, Tae holds him around the waist, burying his face against the other side of Yoongi's neck, breathing in his scent, pushing him closer to orgasm.

Licking up his neck to his ear, Tae bites down on the lobe, nibbling it until it was red. "Cum for me Yoongi." He whispers against the older man's ear. "I want you to cum so hard that you can't see straight anymore. Cum for me baby and I'll give you my knot, fill you up with my seed, just how you like it." With one arm around Yoongi, Tae pulls his hand away from his own dick, replacing it with his bigger one. Squeezing him firmly, placing pressure in all the right places; his thumb pressing into the slit at the tip.

"Jesus Tae," Yoongi groaned, "J-just like that, so fucking close." He felt Yoongi's teeth pressing into his shoulder, and his nails dragging along his back. In his hand, Yoongi's cock twitched, and the tight walls of his ass squeezed around Tae's length.

As Tae stroked his dick, he continued to whisper in his ear, encouraging him to come, insisting that until he did, Tae wouldn't knot him and he was so very close. It didn't take much more than that before Yoongi was coming undone for a second time tonight, throwing his head back and clinging to Taehyung, coating both of their stomach in the warmth of Yoongi's orgasm. Taehyung didn't stop until he Yoongi was completely done and whimpering in his arms, only then did he move his hand away from his cock to once more wrap around his lithe body. Holding his mate in position, Taehyung feverishly began thrust up inside of him, hiding his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck, pushing a little deeper until finally his was able to shove his knot past the tight right of muscles, locking them together. His loud groan was muffled by Yoongi's skin as he found his release, coming inside of his mate, filling him to the very brim. If they hadn't been knotted together, some of it would've seeped past and onto the sheets beneath them.

For several heartbeats, Taehyung and Yoongi stayed just like that. Breathing each other's scents, and waiting for their hearts to stop racing, and their breaths to return to normal. Taehyung was the first to move, carefully laying backwards so that Yoongi lay comfortably on his chest. With his knot buried inside of Yoongi, his heat would be momentarily calmed, allowing the both of them to relax until it returned. It would be a while before Tae's knot reduced enough to pull out of his mate, so for the time being, Tae decided to close his eyes and get what rest he could, knowing that Yoongi would be doing the exact same thing, if he hadn't passed out. Running his fingers through Yooni's bleach, blonde strands, Tae presses a kiss to his temple, whispering an "I love you", before drifting off into a light sleep.

The first thing Taehyung woke up to, was the intoxicating scent of his mate curled up at his side. It had taken all night and well into the morning hours, but Yoongi's first heat in years didn't last as long as he thought it would. Which was a good thing. Hoseok was taking the pups to school for them, but they would still have to be there to pick them up later that afternoon. He thought about asking Hobi if he was willing to watch them for one more night, just so he and Yoongi could get some much-needed sleep, that and a nice relaxing bubble bath, which Taehyung had promised his mate just before they'd fallen asleep just a couple hours ago. Usually after spending a night like they had, they would use the next day to catch up sleep and clean up their room, washing anything that needed it. He didn't think Hobi would have a problem with it, but just in case he would get up and give the beta a call.

It took some convincing, but Tae was finally able to get into a sitting position, having to first move Yoongi off of his side. That was the hardest part, making his mate move out of his arms when everything inside of him demanded that he stay just as they were. Unfortunately, he needed to make a call into work, for both him and Yoongi and get into contact with Hoseok about watching the pup and second night. There was also the matter of food, which his stomach took that moment to remind him of the fact that neither of them had been able to stop long enough to eat anything all night. So, with a groan, Taehyung forces himself out of the bed, his entire body protesting right along with his head.

Quietly, he leaves the bedroom, keeping the door cracked enough to hear Yoongi should he wake up while he was gone. Thankfully, Yoongi was a hard sleeper and unless something short of a natural disaster were to happen, he didn't think his hyung would be waking any time soon. Without bothering to put on any pants, Taehyung makes his way down the hallway and into the kitchen.

A strange buzzing sound coming from the kitchen caught Taehyung's attention almost instantly, but only because it was getting annoying and with as little sleep as he had throughout the night, it was much easier to get on his nerves. Grumbling with aggravation, Taehyung stomps into their small kitchen and quickly locates the source of the annoyance. It didn't take long either, because Yoongi's cell phone was currently doing the vibrating dance along the countertop, coming dangerously close to falling off the edge. Yoongi's phone went hand and hand with his work, if the damn thing broke, no amount of ass-kissing would placate the short-tempered omega. With the reflexes of a cat, Taehyung lunges for the phone just as it was falling over the ledge, catching it and bringing the offensive object to his chest; breathing a sigh of relief.

When his heart stopped racing, Tae looked down at the phone in his hand. Sure, Yoongi was a popular producer and he was extremely sought-after, but he also had one very strict rule, absolutely no phone calls of any kind before 11am. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Tae saw that it was only a little before 8; meaning it wasn't work related. That left just one option, something was wrong with the pups.

Using his thumb print, Taehyung opened Yoongi's phone. He knew that the older man would be upset, considering they had no secret from each other and wouldn't care whether or not he was going through his phone, so long as he didn't look through his client's files. Bring the notification bar down, Taehyung scanned through them. Most were from a number he didn't recognize, and only one was from Hoseok. The beta left a voicemail, letting Yoongi know that he had gotten the pups fed and off to school, both Jaehyun and Minji came on to tell their fathers that they loved them and couldn't wait to see them after school. Tae made a mental note to just suck it up and bring them home tonight. Hearing how happy they were over the phone made him smile and miss them even more.

Saving the voicemail for Yoongi to listen to later, Taehyung continued to go through his mate's messages. One in particular caught his attention. It was from the same unknown number that had been calling most of the morning. Yoongi didn't have it saved under any name, so when he opened the text that had been sent, he felt his stomach drop to the floor.

Thu Jul 19, 07:31 Min Yoongi, this is Dr. Kim's office. There's been a mix up with your blood work, we need you to call us as soon as possible.

"Oh shit." Was the only thing Tae could say before he rushed back into the bedroom to wake his sleeping mate.