Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I didn't know how long Namjoon had been biting me nor how long his alpha had been showing its dominance, but I was dead tired by the time he finished again, finally taking out his fangs. He licked my neck, rubbing my hip to calm me down as I whimpered from being fucked so roughly. I was going to be sated for a while.

"You better get a wheelchair by the end of this week because I don't think I'll be able to walk," I mumbled, nuzzling into his sweaty bicep in a heat pause.

"Like I was going to let you out of here by the end of this week in the first place," he said, holding me protectively.

"I wonder where everyone else is staying," I thought out loud.

"Mm, I don't know where Hoseok hyung, Tae, or Kook are, but I know where Yoongi hyung and Jimin are."

"Where?"

"Next door."

"C—Can they hear us?"

"Baby, the whole world could hear us and it wouldn't matter as long as I get to hold you."

I blushed, hiding my face into his arm.

"Can we hear them?"

"Mostly hyung's bed banging against the wall, but I think it's only fair since we're doing the same. And Jimin's very vocal, so yes we can kind of hear them." He kissed behind my ear. "But that's not important right now."

"But it's Jimin's first heat and first time and I'm just scared Yoongi won't pull out fast enough when he knots. ARMY and antis would find out that Jimin's an omega and then find out he's pregnant with Yoongi's pup and then he'll be kicked out of the band and he'll be alone with a pup and I—"

Namjoon turned my head and gently pressed his lips against mine to stop my rambling.

"Hyung, it's okay. I trust Yoongi and he doesn't want to see Jimin get hurt. Whatever happens in their room remains in their room. If Jimin gets pregnant, then there's nothing we can really do, hyung. It's his decision to do what he wants and take responsibility for his actions. And Yoongi wouldn't leave Jimin just like that. I could tell he was ready to risk anything if it meant stopping Jimin from hurting in his heat. Yoongi would take responsibility too and you should have a bit more faith in hyung."

I pressed my lips together. "I'm just worried."

"It's okay, they'll work everything out when worst comes to worst or if nothing else happens."

I nodded and turned to cuddle into his neck. "If I ended up with your pup, would you take care of us?"

"Yes, of course. You're now my mate and it would be my child too."

A small giggle bubbled up as a traced circles onto his chest.

"Mates," I whispered, grinning widely.

"I know I wanted to make us mating the first time special, but you're in heat and it's very hard to control myself."

"It's okay," I smiled, pecking his lips. The kiss turned longer and a bit sloppier.

Soon enough, I felt that twist in my stomach again, making me wince and whine.

I was pulled onto Namjoon's chest so that he was on his back, my legs spread and on my elbows and knees, still kissing the alpha. A moan went up my throat and was swallowed up by my alpha when he eased his hips up and into me again. He started slowly moving his hips, starting to pick up speed.