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Taehyung woke up and immediately felt the heat. It wasn't the cozy warmth from earlier.. it was a fever that made his skin feel like it was burning against the cold bedsheets. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat.. and as he tried to take a breath.. a sharp cramp rolled through his lower belly. He let out a small, choked sound, curling his knees up to his chest to try and make the pain stop.
His heat was at its peak now, and he could feel it in every part of his body. His chest felt heavy and tight.. the skin itching and stretching as the milk filled him up. It was a dull, constant ache that never let up. He could feel the wetness soaking into the sheets beneath him, cold and damp where the milk was leaking out. It made him shiver, the feeling of the wet fabric against his ribs making his skin crawl. He lay there in the dark, his head feeling fuzzy. He knew what happened if he just stayed like this. In all his previous heats, he’d been too tired to move.
He would stay in the wet sheets until they turned freezing cold.. and by the next morning, he’d have a stuffed nose and a sore throat on top of the heat. He used to just accept it because he was too exhausted to care.
But he wasn't alone tonight. If he stayed there, the dampness would reach Jungkook. The cold would wake him up, and Jungkook might get sick too. And Taehyung couldn't let that happen. He didn't want Jungkook to deal with his mess.
He tried to push himself up, his arms shaking as he braced his hands against the mattress. He just needed to get to the closet and find fresh sheets. But the moment he tried to lift his weight.. his muscles gave out.
A pained groan left his mouth, and he slumped back down into the pillow, his breath coming in short, needy gasps. He was too weak to even sit up, and the fire in his blood was only getting hotter. Taehyung felt the weight of Jungkook’s hand shift on his waist. "Tae? You okay?" Jungkook’s voice was a low, sleep-heavy rumble that vibrated through the room. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching Taehyung’s face in the dark. Instead of finding the words to explain, Taehyung reached out with a trembling hand, guiding Jungkook’s palm to his cheek. He nuzzled into the warmth of the skin, a small, broken sound leaving his throat as he sought comfort from his touch.
"I... I need to change the sheets," Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible. It was only then that Jungkook noticed the damp, cold fabric beneath them. He looked down, and Taehyung immediately felt a wave of hot shame wash over him.
He looked away, his gaze falling to his own shaking hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling small and messy. "I didn't mean to..."
"Hey, shh... it’s okay," Jungkook interrupted softly. He didn't sound annoyed or grossed out.. he sounded soft and caring. He leaned over and pressed a long, lingering kiss to Taehyung’s heated cheek. "There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about, okay?"
Jungkook stood up, moving away from the bed. He was naked.. his silhouette strong in the moonlight.
Even through the haze of his pain, Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off him. There was something so calming about the way Jungkook moved, and the sight of him made Taehyung’s body react instinctively, a fresh ache blooming in his lower belly.
Jungkook pulled a clean sheet from the cupboard.. and instead of bringing them straight to the bed.. he unfurled the fabric and wrapped it around his own shoulders first. He stood there for a moment, closing his eyes and releasing his scent.. letting it soak deep into the threads until the sheet smelled entirely of him. He returned to the bedside and moved with gentle focus. He didn't want to jostle Taehyung’s aching body more than necessary, so he gently lifted him just enough to slide the wet, cold fabric away. In its place.. he laid down the fresh sheet.. warm from his own skin and heavy with his scent. As he tucked the edges in, building a soft, protective nest around Taehyung, the air finally began to feel easier to breathe.
Jungkook's scent was wrapping around him like a heavy blanket.
He settled back onto the bed, the mattress dipping as he lay down close beside Taehyung. In the dim light, Jungkook’s eyes drifted down, settling on Taehyung’s chest. He watched in silence as a single, pearly drop of milk escaped, trailing slowly down the flushed skin before soaking into the fresh sheet.
"You’re leaking," Jungkook said softly. It wasn't a judgment.. his voice was filled with a quiet sort of wonder. He reached out, his thumb grazing the plump, sensitive skin of Taehyung’s chest with a touch as light as a feather. "Does it happen every time?" He kept his voice low and gentle, careful not to let any wrong hint of discomfort or surprise show.
Taehyung nodded weakly, his eyes fixed on Jungkook’s hand. "Since the first time I had my heat." he whispered. Jungkook hummed in understanding, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic stroke.
He looked back down at the curve of Taehyung's chest, his brow furrowing slightly. "Does it... does it hurt?"
"It does," Taehyung admitted, his voice trembling. "When it gets too full.. it itches and it hurts like hell... like... like how it is right now."
Jungkook’s eyes snapped up to meet Taehyung’s. The vulnerability he saw there.. the raw, pleading look in Taehyung’s eyes.. hit him like a physical blow. It was a silent request, a desperate need for the pressure to be taken away. Jungkook didn't say a word.. he didn't need to. He simply extended his arm, opening up his space.. and Taehyung slid forward immediately, closing the small gap between them until he was tucked firmly against Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook leaned in, nuzzling his nose against Taehyung’s before capturing his lips in a kiss. His hand slid beneath Taehyung’s knee, effortlessly pulling him closer until Taehyung was draped over him, his legs settled on either side of Jungkook’s hips. The heat of their bodies met.. skin to skin, making the air between them feel thick and electric.
Jungkook broke the kiss, but he didn't pull away. He began to trail his lips downward, his breath hot against Taehyung’s throat.
Taehyung’s head fell back, a shaky moan escaping him as Jungkook’s tongue grazed his collarbone.
"Jungkook, please..." Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of need and exhaustion. "It hurts so much."
Jungkook hummed a low, reassuring sound against his skin. He moved lower, his nose brushing against the flushed curve of Taehyung’s chest. He could smell the sweetness of the milk, mixed with the salt of Taehyung’s sweat and the floral scent of his heat. With a gentle hand, Jungkook cupped the underside of the warm skin, lifting it slightly to ease the weight. When Jungkook finally took the first nipple into the heat of his mouth, Taehyung’s entire body jolted. The first few tugs were firm and deep, and Taehyung let out a choked, high-pitched sound. It felt as if Jungkook was reaching inside him and drawing the fire out of his nerves. The stinging itch that had made Taehyung want to claw at his own skin began to dissolve, replaced by a deep, rhythmic pulling. As the agonizing pressure left his chest, a different kind of tension began to coil in his lower belly.
The pain was receding, and in its place, a sharp, white-hot pleasure began to bloom. Taehyung’s fingers tangled desperately in Jungkook’s hair, and instinctively, his hips began to move. He started grinding down against Jungkook’s lap, his slick-covered heat dragging against Jungkook with every needy roll of his pelvis.
"Oh god... Jungkook, yes," Taehyung whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut. Jungkook drank deeply, his throat moving in steady gulps until the first side felt soft and relieved. He then moved his mouth away, leaving the nipple glistening and red, and migrated to the other side. He let his tongue swirl around the second nipple for a moment, tasting the milk that had already leaked there, before taking it in and sucking just as hungrily. The sensation of Jungkook’s mouth working on him while his own weight pressed down into Jungkook’s lap was too much.
Taehyung’s moans became louder, more rhythmic, matching the pace of his grinding hips. He pushed himself harder against Jungkook, seeking friction to distract from the rolling cramps of his heat, his breath coming in short, wrecked gasps as Jungkook continued to pull the milk and the pain right out of him.
Jungkook’s hands moved to Taehyung’s hips, his fingers digging in to guide his movements. Between their bodies, everything was hot and slick. Every time Taehyung shifted, their lengths rubbed together, and while the friction was good, it wasn't enough to stop the heavy, empty pulling deep in his belly.
"Jungkook... inside. Want you inside me, please," Taehyung said, his voice cracking. Jungkook shifted Taehyung above him, his hand reaching behind to take a hold of his length. He gave it a few strokes and guided himself to Taehyung’s heat.
He pushed upward, slowly, until he was buried deep inside. A long, broken moan left Taehyung’s mouth, his eyes rolling back. He was still a bit loose and sensitive from earlier, but the feeling of Jungkook filling him up so completely was overwhelming.
As he settled inside, Jungkook gave one last, soft tug on Taehyung’s nipple. He sucked until the very last drop of milk was gone, finally chasing away the stinging itch that had been making Taehyung miserable all night. When he finally let go, he pulled Taehyung down and kissed him deep.
"I love you," Jungkook whispered against his lips, his voice sounding thick and low in the quiet room. "So so fucking much."
"I love you too," Taehyung breathed back, his forehead resting against Jungkook's for a second.
He braced his hands on Jungkook’s chest and began to move. He rode him slowly at first, throwing his head back and letting out a shaky breath as he felt Jungkook hit deep inside. He rotated his hips, grinding down to catch every bit of sensation. The pain in his belly was still there, but it was being drowned out by a thick, heavy pleasure that made his limbs feel like jelly.
"Oh god, Jungkook... You feel so good," Taehyung whimpered.. his eyes getting unfocussed. Jungkook’s breathing was getting louder.. more ragged. He reached up and grabbed Taehyung's arm.. pulling him down until their chests were crushed together, skin sticking to skin. He held him tight, his arms wrapped around Taehyung’s back as he started snapping his hips up faster. Each hit was harder and deeper than the last, making Taehyung let out small, needy cries into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
"That's it, Tae... just like that," Jungkook panted, his voice a rough growl. The rhythm became frantic, the bed creaking quietly under them. Taehyung was lost in it, his body vibrating with a tension that was finally about to snap. He squeezed his eyes shut, his internal muscles clamping down around Jungkook in tight, desperate pulses.
"Jungkook, I'm... I'm close," Taehyung sobbed out, his hips moving wildly to keep up.
"Me too.. Stay with me," Jungkook groaned, his grip tightening until it was almost bruising. With one final, deep thrust, they both hit the peak at the same time. Taehyung’s voice broke into a loud, choked cry as he came between their bodies, his whole frame shuddering. Jungkook let out a guttural groan, burying his face in Taehyung’s hair and holding him as hard as he could, his own body jerking as he spent himself deep inside.. his knot swelling and locking them both. They stayed like that for some time, tangled together and shaking, the only sound in the room was their heavy, uneven breathing as the heat finally started to fade.
Taehyung was tucked securely against Jungkook’s chest.
Every time Jungkook took a breath, Taehyung could feel the solid vibration of it.
"Tae?" Jungkook’s voice broke the silence, sounding a bit more awake now. "I have a question."
Taehyung just hummed, the sound vibrating right back against Jungkook’s skin.
He felt lazy and warm, his limbs still heavy from the release.
"So... when you spent your heats alone," Jungkook started, his hand tracing aimless patterns on Taehyung’s arm. "What did you do when you felt full? You know... with the milk?"
Taehyung shifted slightly, propping himself up on Jungkook’s chest. He rested his chin on his own folded hands, looking up at Jungkook with sleepy, hooded eyes.
"Most of the time it would just leak out on the bed and I’d end up cold."
Taehyung admitted with a small, tired shrug. "Other times... I would just... manually pump it out."
Jungkook’s eyes went wide, a look of genuine shock crossing his face. "Wait. You threw it away?"
Taehyung couldn't help a soft chuckle that bubbled up in his throat. He smiled, the expression lighting up his face despite his exhaustion. "Well, yeah. It’s not like I can make cheese out of it."
Jungkook let out a low, mock-offended grumble, his bottom lip poking out in a slight pout.
"I can't believe you’ve been wasting all that. I could’ve enjoyed it." Taehyung gave him a playful side-eye, poking him in the center of his chest. "Stop being such a baby."
"Oh, I'm the baby?" Jungkook challenged, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.
"I’ll show you who's the baby.”
Knowing they were locked together and Taehyung couldn't run away, Jungkook’s fingers found the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s waist.
Taehyung let out a startled, breathless squeal, his body tensing as he tried to squirm away from the ticklish sensation. "Jungkook! No.. stop!”
"Say who is the baby now," Jungkook teased, his fingers dancing over Taehyung’s ribs.
He kept the movements light and fluttery, careful not to jostle their joined lower halves or cause any discomfort. He was grinning now, clearly enjoying the way Taehyung was trapped with him, his only defense being his giggles.
"You're.. you're a menace!" Taehyung gasped, his face flushing a bright, happy pink. He tried to grab Jungkook's hands, but he was laughing too hard to be effective.
Jungkook finally let his hands rest flat on Taehyung's back, his laughter dying down into a soft, fond hum.
He leaned forward.. catching Taehyung’s lips in a slow and sweet kiss. Taehyung melted into it, his hands coming up to cradle Jungkook’s face, his heart feeling just as full as his belly.
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The next four days were a blur of skin and scent, a long, hazy stretch where time didn't seem to exist. They lost themselves in each other, the room filled with the quiet sounds of their shared breaths and the weight of countless orgasms.. that left them both spent and clinging to one another. There were hours spent just scenting, Jungkook’s nose buried in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, marking him until the world outside felt like a distant memory.
But now.. after four days.. Taehyung moved quietly.. gathering Jungkook’s clothes and folding them with a heavy, slow precision. His face was set in a sulky, downcast expression.. his eyes fixed on the fabric in his hands to avoid looking at the pile of clothes that meant Jungkook was leaving.
Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, watching him for a long time. He could see the tension in Taehyung’s jaw, the way his movements were stiff and reluctant.
Finally, Jungkook reached out, his fingers catching Taehyung’s wrist and pulling him forward until Taehyung was standing right between his legs.
"What’s got you so sulky?" Jungkook asked softly, his voice low and grounding. "What's wrong, Tae?"
Taehyung let his hands rest on Jungkook’s shoulders, his fingers curling into the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook’s arms wrapped firmly around his waist, pulling him in close, but Taehyung kept his gaze lowered.
"Can't you stay longer?" Taehyung whispered. Jungkook offered a small, sad smile. He reached up, his thumb catching Taehyung’s chin to tilt his face up. He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to his lips.
"You know I can't," Jungkook murmured against his mouth. "I have to go back."
Taehyung hesitated, his eyes searching Jungkook’s. He looked like he was holding his breath, a secret resting heavy on his tongue.
"What is it?" Jungkook asked, sensing the shift. "Talk to me."
Taehyung took a deep, shaky breath.
He reached up, his palms warm as he cupped Jungkook’s face. "There’s a way you could stay..."
Jungkook’s brow furrowed slightly. "And that is?" He asked.
Taehyung swallowed hard, his thumbs tracing the line of Jungkook’s cheekbones. He let the silence stretch for a beat, making sure Jungkook was really listening.
"Let’s get married."
Jungkook went completely still. He stared at Taehyung, his eyes searching for any sign of a joke.. but Taehyung’s gaze was full of a raw sincerity that made Jungkook’s heart hammer against his ribs.
"Tae..." Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. "Are you... are you serious?"
Taehyung nodded slowly. "I think it’s time. Only if you want to.. of course." He paused, his fingers trembling against Jungkook's skin. "But now that I know what it feels like to stay with you... to have you here every day.. to know you won't run away.."
He took a shaky breath, his eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears. "I don't want to be alone anymore," he confessed.
He let that sink in for a moment, his heart completely on the line.
"I want you as my husband," he said softly. He waited, his gaze locked onto Jungkook’s. "My mate."
Another long pause followed, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them.
"Will you marry me?"
The shock in Jungkook’s chest melted into a wave of pure, overwhelming joy.
He let out a breathless laugh, his grip on Taehyung’s waist tightening as he stood up, lifting Taehyung right off his feet. He twirled him around in the center of the room, Taehyung’s startled laughter mingling with his own.
When he finally stopped, he held Taehyung against him, their faces inches apart. Jungkook was beaming, his eyes crinkling with happiness. He began to pepper Taehyung’s face with quick, joyous pecks.. on his nose, his cheeks, and his forehead.
"Yes," Jungkook panted against his lips. "Yes. A thousand times, yes."
Taehyung broke into a wide, tearful smile, the sadness of the morning finally disappearing. He surged forward, capturing Jungkook’s lips in a kiss.. sealing the promise of forever.
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