(Omegaverse AU) To Be Your Alpha (Yoongi)
Requested by a lovely anon <3
*don’t the gif/s yo*
“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” Yoongi mumbled, draped in the arm chair, head resting on hand, “You’ll change your mind- you’ll find somebody better, but it’ll be too late to go back.”
“I won’t.” You whispered, sitting still like stone on the couch. Your balled fist sat rigidly in your lap as you looked down. The only good thing about being an omega is that there are very few of them and that meant they usually got their pick of the alphas- since they were the most desirable. And Yoongi did desire her.
He wanted you more than anything in the world- but he knew he had nothing to offer you. He had a poor, ramshackle of a home. A low-paying job doing menial labor. He couldn’t even give you a proper wedding ceremony for their mating. The only thing he could give you is his love and protection.
The image of you having to live such a poor life made his heart ache.
“You’re an idiot then.” He spat out, not looking at you. he struggled to ignore your intoxicating scent which was quickly filling the room. His eyebrows furrowed. Your scent was much stronger than normal. That only meant…
He shot up out of his chair as you looked up at him, eyes have lidded and cheeks tinted pink. You knew he didn’t think he was good enough for you, so you ignored his comment. What you couldn’t ignore, however, was how much your clothes were becoming a hinderance to you.
“Yoongi…” You breathed out, leaning forward slightly in your seat, the heat in the pit of your stomach spreading fast, “I choose you, bite me.”
He growled. Yoongi tried to hold his breath as he backed up against the wall. Your heat. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and his body itched to get closer to you. Of course, he thought, she knows I can’t resist.
You held out your hand, “Please?”
“(Y/N), don’t give me that face, I might not be able to hold back.” He groaned, starting to feel hot himself. You smiled languidly at him. Getting up from the sofa and slowly approaching, his body going rigidly still, eyes closed.
“Then don’t hold back.” You put a hand to his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, “I want you as my mate, Yoongi.”
With that Yoongi let go of his self-control. But he never let go of you. He snatched you up into his arms, spinning around to pin you up on the wall, his mouth already attacking your bare neck. You moaned wildly and gasped when you felt his teeth graze your burning skin. Hearing you, he froze and pulled away, cursing.
“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” He asked worriedly, breathing hard. You shook your head no.
“(Y/N),” he said, his breath deep and trembling, “do you really want this?”
You took hold of his hair, “Yes, I want you.”
A second letter you screamed out in pleasure as his teeth sunk themselves into you, forever marking you as his.