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by vlevxn
Park Jimin had developed a taste for drowning.
The air in the nightclub was neon and heavy; thick enough to choke on. It was impossible to separate one scent from another. Everything mixed together in a cocktail heady enough for anyone to get drunk on. It was not the place for an unmated omega, but that was exactly why Jimin was there. He liked becoming a smear in the blur, and seeing who would pick him out and make a bid to claim him.
Who was stupid enough to think they could handle him.
A spark of tension rippled through the air behind him, and the faceless body he’d been grinding on suddenly vanished. It was replaced a moment later by soft hands on his waist and a nose in his hair. Jimin grinned, even though he’d been interrupted, and rolled his hips back into the familiar embrace.
“What do you think you’re doing out here?” Yoongi’s gravelly voice rumbled in his ear.
“Dancing,” Jimin replied, letting his head drop back onto Yoongi’s shoulder. The alpha growled , rutting up into him, and Jimin moaned on reflex. When he mouthed at Yoongi’s neck, he could taste the little drops of Taehyung that always seemed to linger ever since they’d mated. “Are you planning to scare everyone off again?”
“This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”
Jimin clicked his tongue, dragging one of Yoongi’s hands to press against his crotch. “If I wanted a security blanket, I would have mated you when you asked, hyung.”
“That doesn’t mean you’ve stopped mattering to me,” Yoongi said, palming the omega through his tight jeans. “Tae would be devastated if anything happened to you, and you know that.”
“But at the end of the night, it’s my decision. I don’t belong to you.”
Huffing out a sigh, Yoongi returned his hand to Jimin’s hip. “You know why it’s still a fucking problem.” He flicked the bell dangling from Jimin’s choker.
The bell’s call was no more than a tiny tinkle, quickly smothered underneath the pounding bass that reverberated through the club, but the sound sent a shiver of anticipation down Jimin’s spine. Licking his lips, he quickly scanned the dance floor. “Is he here?”
“As if I could get him to stay home when there’s a chance of seeing you. Honestly, he’s even more stubborn than you are.”
Jimin flicked the bell a few more times with his thumb. “It makes putting up with you worth it.”
“Stop fucking around with him.”
“Are you trying to say I’m bad for him, hyung?”
“What you’re doing is bad for him,” Yoongi said, finally letting go of Jimin and taking a step back. “You might be able to handle this, but he can’t. It scares him, Jimin.”
Jimin finally turned to face him, giving the alpha an appraising once-over. It was amazing how much sin Yoongi could ooze in just a pair of leather pants and a white dress shirt. Taehyung was undoubtedly watching the entire encounter from somewhere with rapt attention, waiting until his mate was finished with his lecture so he could jump him.
“I’m serious, Jimin. Either settle things with him or let him go.”
“I’ll think about it,” Jimin replied, “after my next heat.”
“You fucking said that last time.”
Weaving his way through the mass of sweaty bodies, Jimin broke free from the dance floor and scanned the edges of the club until he saw who he was looking for. The tinkle of the bell around his neck accompanied him, and Jimin smiled when the sound finally caught the attention of a tall, brunette boy in an oversized black t-shirt and ripped jeans. His attire was totally unfit for a nightclub, but that wasn’t something that bothered Jimin at all. Jungkook pulled away from the wall he was clinging to, glancing around until his wide eyes fixed on a point somewhere in Jimin’s general direction. It was a rare day when Jungkook’s guesses as to his exact location were one-hundred percent correct.
It didn’t matter much, though. Jungkook was blind.
Jimin slowed as he approached, giving his scent a chance to catch up to him before stepping up to run his hands over Jungkook’s chest. “Looking for me, baby?”
“Yoongi wasn’t sure you’d be here,” Jungkook said, smoothing his hands along Jimin’s arms and feeling his way down to his waist. “But Taehyung said you two got ready together…”
Jimin laughed, allowing himself to pulled flush against Jungkook’s hard body. “It’s a Friday night. Of course I’m going out.”
He tilted his head back, breathing out a soft sigh when Jungkook inhaled deeply against his neck. The alpha’s body pulled tight. Jimin had made sure he’d been thoroughly touched by as many people as he could reel in on the dance floor because he knew how much it riled Jungkook up. A hot tongue pressed against his neck, squeezing a moan out of him as it dragged up from the base of his neck to his jaw.
“Baby,” he drawled, letting Jungkook spin him around and back him into the wall. “I missed you. Have you missed me?”
Jungkook nodded, slipping one hand underneath the hem of Jimin’s shirt and grabbing his ass with the other. “Yoongi hasn’t let me call you. He didn’t want me to come tonight either, but I threatened to take the bus by myself.”
Chuckling, Jimin threaded his fingers into Jungkook’s soft brown hair and pulled him up for a kiss. Heat pooled in his belly as Jungkook opened him up, easily fucking into his mouth with his tongue. He loved the way Jungkook kissed him so confidently. From a social standpoint, an alpha like Jungkook was useless. After an accident that had taken his sight from him, he couldn’t be a protector or a provider; he had to be protected and provided for. He was lucky Yoongi had been willing to take him in at all.
It didn’t stop Jungkook from relentlessly pursuing his independence, though.
Jimin found that fire attractive, so naturally he’d wandered into the flames.
Jungkook slipped both hands underneath Jimin’s thighs, easily hiking him up against the wall. “Jiminie,” he whined, “I missed you so much. I’ve been losing my mind, not even being able to hear your voice…”
“I’m taking you home tonight. Yoongi can go fuck himself.” Jimin pulled back for a moment to look at Jungkook’s face, pressing a hand against his cheek. His eyes were smoky; Yoongi must have put makeup on for him. Jungkook kissed his thumb when Jimin swiped it over his lips, then opened his mouth to catch it with his tongue. It was hot, and Jungkook didn’t even know how hot it looked. Would never know how hot it looked; he only knew how wet it made Jimin. “You’re so pretty, baby.”
Jungkook’s nostrils flared, obviously smelling his slick before Jimin even felt it. “Yeah?”
“Did you ask hyung to make you pretty for me?”
Closing his lips around the tip of Jimin’s thumb, he slowly went down on it. When he pulled back up, Jimin could feel the wetness both on his skin and between his asscheeks. “Yeah,” Jungkook whispered.
“Fuck. God,” Jimin breathed, wanting nothing more than to strip down and beg Jungkook to take him then and there. But that wasn’t how this game worked. “Put me down.”
Jungkook reluctantly released his grip and let Jimin slide back to the floor. After pressing one last chaste kiss to his pouty lips, Jimin slipped away. Eyes fixed on him in the dark as he returned to the dance floor, hungrily searching for the sweet scent of aroused omega in their midst. Wandering hands reached out to him as he passed by. The brief press of a palm on his back, a brush against his arm, a bold squeeze of his ass. But all Jimin could really feel was the lingering heat of Jungkook’s lips against his.
A hand finally clamped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He spun to face Park Chanyeol, whose expression was a mix of lust and disapproval. Like Yoongi, Chanyeol enjoyed telling him that he was behaving recklessly. And like Yoongi, Jimin never listened to him.
“What are you doing?” Chanyeol asked, leaning down to yell into his ear over the music.
A wave of cinnamon spice washed over him, and even though it wasn’t his alpha’s scent, Jimin was gone enough to shamelessly press up against Chanyeol. “Take me outside,” he begged. “I’m so horny.”
Chanyeol swore a few times under his breath, and Jimin grinned. It was much easier to make him weak in the knees than it was with Yoongi. Perhaps it was selfish of him to take advantage of Chanyeol’s genuine kindness, but he wasn’t guilty enough to stop. Jimin knew there was a beta patiently waiting for him to give up, and Chanyeol was getting close. However, it was unlike Jimin to jump on such a perfect opportunity when it dropped into his lap.
He let Chanyeol drag him to the other side of the dance floor and out the club’s back door. The air outside was crisp and cool, allowing Jimin’s senses to finally focus in on the overpowering alpha scent. Chanyeol pressed him up against the cold bricks, diving in to taste his neck. Jimin sank into the feeling of being sampled like a gourmet candy, growing hard in his jeans.
“What’s with the choker?” Chanyeol asked, doing Yoongi one better and actually unbuttoning Jimin’s pants to slip his hand inside. “You’ve been wearing it for weeks now.”
A wet moan escaped Jimin’s lips. The thought of Chanyeol fucking him in the alley turned him on to a worrying degree. “Do you like it?”
“...I suppose it suits you.”
Chanyeol was two fingers deep inside of him when the back door of the club suddenly banged open and Jungkook stumbled out, frantic and trembling. Jimin preened in excitement, tightening his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair to prevent him from pulling away. He watched Jungkook’s expression shift from panic to something far harsher as he picked up another alpha’s scent.
“Jimin--”
“Don’t act surprised,” Jimin said, interrupting Chanyeol. “You were never going to be the only one after me tonight.”
Feeling his way from the door to the wall, Jungkook skimmed the tips of his fingers along the bricks as he stalked toward them. Jimin couldn’t help wiggling back on the fingers still pressed deep inside him, and whined unhappily when they were removed. Chanyeol tensed, unease seeping into his expression as Jungkook drew closer.
Finally, Chanyeol straightened up to challenge him. “You. What do you want?”
“The same thing you want,” Jungkook replied. “The same thing I’m sure everyone here wants.”
A light went on in Chanyeol’s eyes. “...You’re that kid who lives with Yoongi, aren’t you? Jungkook?”
“You know hyung?”
“I’ve met him a few times, but I have a friend who knows Taehyung. I’ve heard you’re crazy.” Chanyeol’s gaze flickered to Jimin. “But I guess you’d have to be.”
“I have a theory that if you aren’t suffering, you aren’t trying hard enough.” Jungkook edged closer until he could lean forward and press his nose into Jimin’s neck. A moment later, teeth sank into the skin just below his ear. “Caught you, Jiminie.”
Chanyeol laughed, reaching out to affectionately muss Jungkook’s hair. “Good luck with him, kid.”
The gesture startled the younger alpha, and Jimin felt him shrink into himself. It wasn’t often that alphas treated each other kindly, especially over an omega. It was even less often that Jimin took Jungkook home from a club without him sporting a black eye or a split lip.
“I’m pretty sure Baekhyun wants to get laid tonight,” Jimin called as Chanyeol walked back toward the door. The alpha cocked an eyebrow at him over his shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s not unusual for him.”
“I know he’s not an omega, but I think he’d still like to get a taste of your dick.”
A blush colored Chanyeol’s face to the tips of his ears. “Go home already, Park Jimin.”
“Can we?” Jungkook whispered. “Please?”
Jimin hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Yes, let’s go.”
The apartment Jimin shared with Taehyung was only a few blocks from the club. Since it was likely that his roommate would be spending the night with Yoongi, Jimin was free to drag Jungkook into the apartment and push him back against the door to make out there. They kissed, hot and hard, until he caught Jungkook’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on it as he pulled back.
Jungkook whimpered, squeezing one of Jimin’s thighs between his own. “You smell fucking disgusting.”
“Yeah? You plan on doing something about it?” Jimin leaned into him, feeling every bit of how hard he was in his jeans. He laughed when Jungkook rutted against him. “Are you going to cum on my face so I stink of you for days?”
A high whine escaped Jungkook’s throat. He vehemently shook his head, nosing at Jimin’s neck. “I want your scent on me. I want to smell like you.”
Smiling, Jimin gripped the alpha’s slim waist and dug his thumbs into the hard muscle on his sides. “Do you still have one of my shirts?”
“It’s not the same. I want you.” In that breath, Jungkook slid down the wall to his knees and nuzzled his face into Jimin’s crotch.
Jimin was hard and aching with slick wetting his underwear, but he forced himself to step backwards. It wasn’t as if Jungkook was at a disadvantage. Despite his blindness, he constantly challenged himself physically. He went to the gym with Seokjin and had convinced Yoongi to teach him to play the piano. If he genuinely wanted to overpower Jimin, he would easily find a way to do it.
But he didn’t. He remained where he was, knees spread, palms flat on the floor, and head bowed. Jimin flicked the bell on his choker a few times, taunting him. If he wanted, he could make Jungkook stay there by the door all night.
He’d done it before.
“What makes you think you deserve me?” Jimin asked. He paused while he undid his pants, knowing Jungkook could hear him, and reached into his underwear to stroke himself. “Do you think you’ll be enough to satisfy me?”
Wordlessly, Jungkook nodded.
A laugh bubbled up in Jimin’s throat. Submissive or not, it wasn’t like Jungkook to lose his confidence. “I know you will, baby.”
He stepped back up to Jungkook, threading his hands in the alpha’s dark hair to tilt his head back. Sliding his hands over Jimin’s thighs, Jungkook hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and tugged the jeans off his hips. Then he leaned in, pressing his nose into the hard bulge in the front of Jimin’s underwear. He inhaled deeply, mouthing at spot of fabric dampened by precum.
The leisure, delicate ministrations made Jimin’s legs tremble. He wanted his cock down Jungkook’s throat and the feel of that talented tongue working him over, but he was too enraptured by the sight of the alpha tugging his underwear down with his teeth to interrupt. Jungkook finally took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked , pressing his tongue into the slit. An intense wave of pleasure rippled through Jimin’s body, and he pitched forward to catch himself, resting his forehead against the wall. Panting, he peeked down to watch Jungkook slowly take his entire length into his mouth in one go.
“ Fuck ,” Jimin moaned, “you’re so good. So good, Jungkookie.”
The first time Jungkook went down on him, he was too eager and managed to choke himself. Jimin had laughed at him, because alphas, in his experience, were just notoriously bad at blowjobs--unless you were Yoongi. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but then Jungkook started asking to blow him all the time, and Jimin realized the alpha was trying to improve for him. It was weird, because Jimin could get anyone he wanted. He didn’t need a kid who’d barely popped his knot, but his mind always seemed to wander back to Jeon Jungkook.
“I want to better for you. I want to be good for you,” he had said one night after confessing he’d asked Yoongi for actual sex advice. “I want to… be something to you.”
Now, Jungkook didn’t have to wait before deepthroating him. He knew exactly the right pressure to suck with and where to press his tongue. He knew Jimin liked it when he dipped his fingers into the slick leaking out of his hole, and when he dragged it down to smear over his balls.
Jimin couldn’t have held on even if he’d wanted to.
As soon as the heat peaked, he yanked Jungkook off of him by the hair and jerked himself until he was coming on the alpha’s face. Jimin had never understood the appeal; cumshots were disgusting and degrading, but Jungkook looked deliriously happy to have semen dripping down his face. His tongue darted out to catch the stray drops near his mouth.
“Feel better?” Jimin asked, carding a hand through his hair. The strands near his scalp were damp with sweat.
Jungkook sagged back against the wall and nodded. “You smell good, Jiminie. I missed you so much.”
“I’ll be honest, some of those guys reeked . And they couldn’t dance.” Crouching down, Jimin used the hem of his shirt to wipe the cum off Jungkook’s face. When he was finished, Jimin pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I was so happy to see you, baby.”
“Mm… Bed, Jiminie?”
Jimin stood up, pulling Jungkook to his feet as well. He stripped off his pants and underwear and carelessly tossed them onto the couch as he led the way to the bedroom. Jungkook followed behind, pinching the back of his shirt just like he always did.
Jimin had been dancing around the idea of Jungkook since they’d met.
Min Yoongi was the alpha he had expected to mate. He was Jimin’s first everything; first boyfriend, first kiss, first knot. They developed a deep intimacy early on in their relationship. But they were young and different, and wanted different things. Yoongi was static. Jimin was dynamic. While Yoongi could look into the future and see where he wanted to go and clear path to get there, Jimin felt like he was trying to carry armfuls of sand. Forever scared him, because sometimes what made him happy one day made him miserable the next. It wasn’t long before the heaviness of a relationship began to weigh him down, too.
An omega was supposed to yield comfortably to their alpha, but Jimin was just as stubborn and set in his ways as Yoongi. Conflicts that arose between them were never resolved properly, they were simply pushed aside to be dealt with at a later date. While Yoongi preferred the solitude of his basement music studio, Jimin attended social events alone with his neck littered in possessive marks. One night at a party, Jimin was too drunk and fed up with people asking him about Yoongi, so he stripped off the shirt his boyfriend made him wear and spent the rest of the night letting himself be used for body shots and whatever else anyone wanted to do with him.
When Yoongi graduated high school, they both agreed that some time apart might do them some good. At first, Jimin missed him terribly, but as the lingering traces of Yoongi on his skin began to fade, so did his resolve. The effects of that extra drink didn’t matter as much, and neither did the hands that touched him just a little bit too long or the lips who dipped in to taste him.
Temptation won out in the end. Sex without strings attached was far easier to deal with than an actual relationship. Jimin stopped being Yoongi’s omega and started feeling more like Park Jimin . But the reality was that he still had a boyfriend studying music in Seoul.
In the end, it was Taehyung who outed him to Yoongi. Jimin had gone alone to the train station to pick him up when he returned for the winter holidays and he could see it in Yoongi’s eyes immediately. All of the shame he’d been stubbornly refusing to allow himself to feel for months suddenly overwhelmed him and he’d sobbed at his boyfriend’s feet right there on the station platform. The subsequent conversation at Yoongi’s house had been succinct: either they mate or break up. Jimin knew mating would’ve been the right thing to do, but he couldn’t shake the thrill his brief taste of freedom had given him. He wasn’t heartless. Yoongi deserved better than an unfaithful mate.
It didn’t come as much of a surprise that his ex and his best friend grew closer during the incident. Jimin never technically stopped talking to either of them, but they drifted for a while until he moved into an apartment with Taehyung earlier in the year. It was weird that he didn’t move in with Yoongi since they’d recently mated, but when Jimin brought it up, that was how he found out about Jungkook.
“That was our original plan, but he’s got another alpha living with him right now. Don’t give me that look--it’s not a possessiveness thing. Jungkookie’s really sweet. But he’s blind, so Yoongi wants to make sure he’s taken care of properly.”
Jimin hadn’t thought much of Jungkook when they first met. He was cute and shy, but neither of those things sparked Jimin’s interest. At the time, it was his prerogative to pull in any alpha who stared a little bit too long, but Jungkook was a different story. In hindsight, that initial lack of interest was probably the reason Yoongi continued allowing them around each other. Jimin started growing accustomed to Jungkook’s presence, even going so far as to take him places when Yoongi didn’t have time. He wasn’t bothered when Jungkook scented him or sat in his lap or groped for his hand while they walked because Jungkook never looked at him like he was a piece of meat to be bought at market because Jungkook couldn’t see.
“Why haven’t you slept with me?”
Jungkook sprang the question on him without warning while they were cuddled on Jimin’s bed one night, watching a drama together. It took so long for him to pull together his thoughts that Jungkook prodded him with a hyung? when he didn’t answer.
“I… didn’t know that was something you wanted,” Jimin had finally replied. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
Jungkook nodded wordlessly.
“You could’ve said something.”
“I didn’t want to push anything on you,” Jungkook said quietly. “What we have right now is important to me, too. It’s just… I talk with Taehyung a lot, and the way he feels about Yoongi, I… I’m starting to feel that way about you.”
“You… want what Taehyung has?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, but…” Jungkook shifted closer, pressing his lips against the shell of Jimin’s ear. “I think about your scent all the time. I want it on me, I want it in me, I… I don’t feel right when I’m not with you. I want you to make me helpless.”
The admission had struck a chord deep in Jimin’s core. No alpha had so plainly laid themselves out like that to him before, not even in the heat of the moment. “Are you serious about that, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook let out a soft whine. “Yeah.”
“...I’ll sleep with you. We’ll see how things go from there.”
Which eventually developed into their current situation. Yoongi disapproved, obviously, to the point of going through periods of refusing to allow either of them to contact each other. From what Jimin heard from Taehyung, Jungkook got very unruly during his absences.
“He used to be a nice kid. You’re ruining him,” Yoongi told him over the phone one day. “You fuck with his head when you’re together, and it fucks with him when you’re apart. Either mate him and settle down, or leave him the fuck alone.”
Jimin knew explaining that everything they did was consensual would get lost on Yoongi. Giving up his independence was a large leap of faith that he wasn’t sure he was ready to make yet. He thought he wanted to mate Jungkook, but he was terrified that he would wake up one morning, sick with the realization that he’d made a mistake. He had to test Jungkook’s limits, just to be certain.
When they were close enough to the bed, Jimin roughly pushed Jungkook onto the mattress and straddled his hips. “You’d better fuck me good, baby,” he said, grinding his ass down on the hardness straining the alpha’s jeans.
Sucking in a shaky break, Jungkook nodded. “I will. I’ll be so good for you.”
“I’m gonna go into heat soon. What do you think, baby?” Jimin hooked his thumb under the hem of Jungkook’s t-shirt and rucked it up, eyeing his abs appreciatively. “Should I spend it with you? Will you take care of me?”
“Please let me, Jiminie. I want to take care of you so badly, I…”
Jimin laughed softly, shushing him and pulling his shirt over his head. “You’re being so good tonight, Jungkookie.”
“Wait, wait--” Their foreheads almost knocked together when Jungkook sat up, but Jimin managed to jerk back in time. “That guy... “
“Chanyeol?”
A soft growl rumbled in the back of Jungkook’s throat, and he gripped Jimin’s hips a little tighter. “I didn’t ask for a name . You let him finger you.”
Jimin hummed in affirmation, stroking Jungkook’s hair. “Felt good, too.”
“Jimin…”
“Mm, do you want to finger me, too? Or would you rather use your tongue?”
Jungkook laid back down in response, gently tugging at Jimin to get him to move. Jimin swung around, backing up so he was facing the other direction with his ass over Jungkook’s face. Large hands ran up his thighs before gripping his asscheeks and spreading them apart. Jimin moaned softly when Jungkook pressed his thumbs into his wet hole, smearing the slick there. A moment later, Jungkook’s tongue swiped over it, and his whole body shook.
“You taste so good,” Jungkook moaned. “Better than Taehyung.”
Jimin stifled a laugh. “When the hell have you tasted him?”
“We… got drunk together a few nights ago. He might’ve challenged my oral skills.”
“Well? Did you at least make him come?”
“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t.”
“Good boy,” Jimin praised, starting to entertain an idea of what Jungkook might look like eating Taehyung out. It was one thing to feel it; it would be an entirely difference experience watching it. “You could even give Yoongi a run for his money.”
Jungkook chose that moment to lick into him, stealing both his breath and his thoughts. Jimin braced his hands on either side of Jungkook’s hips and did his best to hold himself up on trembling arms. His body was still too sensitive for the insistent press of Jungkook’s tongue inside of him and the soft suction that followed.
When it finally became too much, Jimin rolled onto his back to catch his breath. He caught sight of Jungkook starting to sit up, and draped an arm over his eyes to keep himself from staring. The bed shuddered as Jungkook shifted, and Jimin heard the sound of his pants’ zipper. A few moments of fabric rustling later, Jungkook scooted across the mattress until he bumped into Jimin and draped himself over him. Jimin grunted, because Jungkook was heavy.
“I should’ve thought about how wigged out you’d be after not seeing me for a while,” he mumbled, peeking out from under his arm. “Have you even touched yourself?”
Jungkook shrugged, pressing kisses to Jimin’s chest.
“You’re gonna pop on the first thrust.”
“I won’t.”
Two fingers slipped into him and Jimin arched his back, gasping in surprise. “I’m just gonna make you fuck me again i-if you do.”
“I’ll fuck you properly.”
Since Yoongi’s last angry phone call, demanding that he keep his dirty fucking ass away from Jungkook , he’d been good. He hadn’t slept with anyone else. It was an unusual decision for him, but as the days went by, he found the desire to escape just hadn’t welled up in him. A nameless face didn’t appear in any of his dreams, wetting his curiosity. There was only the dull ache in his chest where Jungkook was supposed to be.
Impatience finally got the better of him, and Jimin nudged Jungkook’s shoulder. “Please… I’m fine. I’ve played with myself so much, it’s not gonna hurt.”
The fingers slipped out, but the disappointment of the loss was quickly assuaged by Jungkook settling in between his thighs. The pad of Jungkook’s thumb rubbed briefly against his hole, then was replaced by the head of his cock. Jimin groaned happily when he was finally opened up. Jungkook thrust all the way into him, halting when he bottomed out. Dropping his head, Jungkook lowered himself to his elbows and rested his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder.
“You sure you’re not gonna come?” Jimin asked, cheekily wiggling his hips.
Jungkook hissed, smacking his ass hard enough to leave a mark. The force left Jimin gasping. “You’re just tight, that’s all.”
Threading his fingers into Jungkook’s hair again, Jimin gently tugged his head up. Jungkook allowed him to cradle his face in his hands, blinking slowly. Jimin shifted a little bit, trying to move into a position where their eyes could meet. Sighing, he rubbed Jungkook’s cheekbones with his thumbs.
“You’re so handsome,” he murmured. “You have such pretty eyes, Jungkookie.”
“I wish I could see yours. I wish I could see you.” Hooking one of Jimin’s legs around his waist, Jungkook slowly pulled out and thrust back in. “Taehyung tells me things about you… That you have blonde hair, that your eyes practically disappear when you smile too wide, how incredible you are when you dance.”
Jimin’s throat tightened. He hated getting emotional during sex, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt.
“I know you’re shorter than I am and you have small hands. Your ass is to die for. So are your lips.” Jungkook kissed his neck, words coming out in short puffs of air. “God, I want to see you so badly. But if I could see, things would be different, wouldn’t they? I wouldn’t be with hyung… I wouldn’t have met you.”
“Stop talking.” Digging his nails into the alpha’s back, Jimin wrapped both legs around his waist and squeezed. “Please.”
Jungkook fell silent, gripping Jimin’s hips for leverage to slam into him. Sometimes they started with the intention of going slow and deep, but always lost patience. Jungkook was unadulterated raw power, and Jimin loved it fast and rough. His cock twitched when Jungkook hiked his leg up higher to get a better angle, hitting his prostate dead-on.
“Yes , baby, yes. Fuck, just like that…” Jimin slid his hands down to Jungkook’s biceps, tingling at the feeling of the hard muscles bulging under his palms. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
Jungkook’s lips pressed against the soft skin just underneath his chin, and Jimin sucked in a breath just as his tongue flattened against his throat. The omega in him purred, ready to submit to a bite from his alpha, but Jungkook never bared his teeth. He knew better. Jimin had taught him better.
The heat pooling in Jimin’s belly coiled tighter and tighter just as Jungkook’s thrusts began growing erratic. He cried out, arching his back, as a particularly hard drag against his sweet spot sent him catapulting into space. Seconds later, the stars exploded and he came for a second time. Jungkook keened when Jimin’s muscles rippled around him, and roughly drilled into him. It teetered on the edge of feeling possessive, but Jimin didn’t mind. Jungkook had earned him.
He sighed happily when Jungkook spilled into him, filling him to the brim with thick, hot cum. Without pulling out, Jungkook collapsed on his chest to catch his breath. Jimin rubbed his back, unable to do much else with the weight squashing him.
“Ten days was too long,” Jungkook mumbled against his collarbone. “Hyung sucks.”
“Taehyungie’s going into heat, so he’ll get out of your ass soon.”
“Mm. You are too, yeah?”
“I’m usually a few days after,” Jimin said, finally pushing Jungkook off of him so he could breathe if they were going to keep talking. He trembled at the loss of the alpha’s softening cock. “You can stay with me til then.”
“Yoongi will probably send me to Seokjin’s.”
“I’ll kidnap you.”
Jungkook laughed softly, scrunching his nose. He draped an arm back of Jimin’s chest and curled into his side. “Seokjin will probably help you.”
“He’s been a good accomplice, hasn’t he?” Jimin mused. “Yoongi loves you, that’s all. He wants the best for you. He just doesn’t think that’s getting your ass handed to you in back alleys outside of nightclubs.”
“I’m not totally helpless. Besides…” Jungkook briefly pecked his cheek. “You’re weird and like beating people up for me.”
“You secretly get off on it.”
“You’re the one who congratulated me after I broke that guy’s nose. Everyone else yelled at me while you were ready to cum in your pants. That was so hot, Jungkookie--”
Jimin swatted at him, then rolled over to pin him down. “You’re such a brat sometimes. Why do I even put up with you?”
Chuckling, Jungkook closed his eyes. A soft smile played at his lips. “Because you love me.”
All of the tension melted out of Jimin’s body. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, jaws parting in a yawn. “Ah, you fucked me so good, baby. I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“Hmm? You aren’t tired already, are you?”
Jimin gasped when Jungkook’s fingers dipped back into the wet mix of cum and slick inside of him. The smile turned into a wicked grin as the alpha crooked his fingers to massage Jimin’s overstimulated prostate. Jimin cried out, shaking, unsure if he wanted to cant his hips up to escape or grind down to torture himself more. A strong hand clamped down on his thigh to prevent him from doing either, forcing him to take exactly what Jungkook gave him.
“I’m nowhere near done with you yet, baby.”