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There’s a full moon tonight. The sky is littered with stars, millions of orbs twinkling high above the vast darkness, each individual pocket shedding light on a world cast with shadow. Nocturnal animals are prowling out and about: wildcats, foxes, raccoons, creatures of every shape and size skittering and scattering across the forest floor, their elusive footsteps inaudible to the ears of normal humans.
But not to the ears of wolves, no. And every living being in the forest, wolf or not, can smell it in the air. The fervent anticipation of something to come. The potent promise of something spectacular, something that happens maybe only once in a lifetime.
It’s the perfect night for something like this— for a mating ceremony.
Jimin sits still as his friends and family fuss over him, trying to keep his body completely motionless as they dress him up all pretty for his wedding night. One of his aunts is plaiting his hair with freshly picked wildflowers, her nimble fingers weaving them in and out of his braid with expert finesse while she gossips excitedly with one of his uncles, who’s currently dusting red powder ground from dried berries onto his cheeks with a critical eye.
Everyone is rushing around him madly doing something to help, and although Jimin appreciates their dedication to making his special night a rousing success, he kind of just wants some space right now. It’s going to take a lot to process what’s going to happen to him in less than an hour.
After all, it’s not every day one mates the love of their life.
Especially not in front of their entire pack in public.
“Are you okay?” Jimin's older cousin Seokjin asks, his eyebrows raising with concern as he flits about like a busy bee, shooing everyone away to give Jimin some room to breath. “You’ve been so quiet the entire night. It’s unlike you.” Well, apparently it isn’t a secret that the omega is so high strung he could snap in half any second like a broken lute. Just great.
After pondering for a bit how to respond to that question, Jimin just sighs and shrugs. “I’m just, you know,” he says, idly fingering the corner of his mahogany dressing table as he tries to properly voice out his jumbled thoughts.
“I’m just... nervous I guess. About the mating ceremony and all.”
Seokjin snorts at Jimin’s honest confession. He leans down to flick the omega’s forehead fondly.
“You’ll be fine. You and Jungkook are so madly in love that you’ll forget about the rest of us as soon as you two start fucking anyway. You’ll be too busy riding his knot to even pay attention to the audience, sweetie. Trust me.” Jimin lets out a squawk at his dirty words, shoving his cackling cousin away with flustered hands.
“Stop!” he pouts, curling his hands into tiny fists and leveling the beta with a mock glare. "Don’t tease me." Seokjin just pats his back reassuringly, throwing his back and laughing brightly like a little kid. The sound does somewhat soothe Jimin’s ears.
“Don’t worry little pup, and just enjoy your wedding night. Tonight is about you and him, not about us. Just take it easy okay?”
Huh. That's some surprisingly good advice.
With a shaky inhale and exhale, Jimin nods, his shoulders slumping down in time with the breath leaving his body as he raises his head to look at his reflection in the mirror before him. “You’re right. I should forget about everything else, and just think of Jungkook.” A love struck grin makes its way to his lips, and he sighs dreamily at the thought of the man who he’s going to be mating tonight.
The man who he’s going to spend the rest of his life with.
“I can’t wait to see him… I hope he’s excited about seeing me too.”
As if on cue, Seokjin turns around and smirks, slow and lascivious. Jimin tenses. Oh god. This is not going to be good.
“Oh, I’m sure he’s excited to pop your cherry, honey.”
Knew it.
“Hyung!”
✵
The story of how he and Jungkook met will always bring a smile to Jimin’s face even years after it happened. He can still picture it crystal clear in his mind as if it was just yesterday— the memory of that fateful day he laid eyes on his future mate for the first time. And to be honest, it wasn’t quite as romantic as Jimin thought it would be when he was still a young pup.
As the first born child of the leader of his pack, Jimin grew up quite privileged, always under the loving eye of his huge family. Even better, his kind and considerate nature only further helped him gain the favor of his fellow pack mates, who endlessly doted on him, so it wasn't a secret that he was one of the pack favorites.
So imagine Jimin’s utter horror and humiliation when Jeon Jungkook, the son of the leader of a neighboring pack—and his crush to boot— insults him right in front of everyone he loves during a gathering under the full moon of all the wolves in the area.
By calling him a runt.
Because ever since he was a kid, Jimin was always self-conscious about his wolf’s unusually small size— so Jungkook’s words hit him where it hurt the most. He had immediately burst into tears, called Jungkook a beast, and fled from the scene. Rather overdramatic, yes.
In retrospect, the catalyst for their decade long feud was quite silly, especially since Jungkook didn’t even mean to hurt Jimin with his harmless comment in the first place. But children have always been rather sensitive, so there’s really no point in blaming his ten year old self.
After that, Jimin and Jungkook always made sure to shoot daggers at each other every time they met, never bothering to conceal their utter disdain for the other wolf. They would fight over everything, constantly competing over who was stronger, faster and smarter, taking each and every opportunity to flaunt their various achievements and accomplishments in each other’s faces.
It wasn’t until much, much later that Jimin realized that he always wanted Jungkook to recognize at him, not because he hated him, but—
But because he liked him.
And as the two of them grew older, it became increasingly obvious how their rivalry was transforming into a romance instead as they got to know each other beyond their initial terrible first impressions. Their argumentative banter slowly turned into playful flirting, Jimin found himself looking forward immensely to the seasonal gatherings where they could meet and catch up on life. He was falling head over heels for Jungkook.
Good thing it seemed like Jungkook was falling for him too.
The true turning point of their relationship came the autumn Jimin turned nineteen and Jungkook turned seventeen. The alpha had recently started visiting more and more often, swinging by every month or so to trade news and supplies with the omega’s pack. (More like he just wanted an excuse to see his crush— not that Jimin was complaining.)
After months of tiptoeing around one another, Jimin finally got the courage to peck Jungkook goodbye on cheek. The next time they met, Jungkook outdid him by kissing him hello on the lips. Jimin’s cheeks were stained a pleased rosy pink for the rest of the day, and of course, all his friends took sadistic pleasure in teasing him mercilessly about his relationship with the handsome wolf from the neighboring pack.
Now, Jimin’s twenty two and Jungkook’s twenty and they’re getting married tonight. Time flies when you’re young and in love.
Jungkook had proposed to Jimin a few months ago in typical Jungkook fashion: subtle, but impactful. He had prepared several slaughtered beasts to present as a gift to his chosen one as per the standard courtship ritual between wolves, but of course, he just had to go above and beyond by crafting a whole set of jewelry for Jimin out of the antlers of a rare horned female deer.
Jimin's lover’s present decorates his body right now: a delicate, intricate necklace sitting on his collar bone paired with two long earrings dangling from both his earlobes, as well as a gorgeous ring encircling his fourth finger. They’re reminders of Jungkook’s love for him, and Jimin rubs them between his fingers for comfort. It’s understandable why he’s nervous.
The furthest the two of them have ever gone sexually is Jungkook groping Jimin’s chest and ass and Jimin palming Jungkook’s (clothed) erection while making out, so technically speaking, both of them are still virgins. And that’s something that makes this encounter as incredibly exciting as it is absolutely terrifying.
It’s ancient tradition. Jungkook is the first born alpha son of the leader of his pack, which means he’ll inherit his father’s position someday. And as Jungkook’s omega bride, Jimin will have to let himself be mounted and bred in front of both their packs in order to seal their bond. (And to hopefully conceive a pup.)
He won’t have to fuck himself on wooden dildos screaming Jungkook’s name and wishing it was his cock satisfying the ache inside him anymore. He’ll be able to have the real thing every night for the rest of his life.
Jimin blushes as he agonizes over this. Will Jungkook be pleased with his body? Will Jungkook want him just as much as Jimin wants him? Those questions plague his mind, but he tries to remain calm. He has to trust Jungkook.
So that’s exactly what he does.
Seokjin jostles him gently, bringing him back from his trip down memory lane.
“Come on. It’s time.” Jimin’s heart does triple back flips as he gets up from the chair, and lets himself be led to his inevitable fate.
He’s ready.
✵
The ceremony is held in a clearing deep in the woods; it's been a scared spot for years, a place where wolves all over the area gather to negotiate and seal peace treaties, a place that can make or break alliances. And Jimin’s marriage to Jungkook is a huge event precisely because both of them are the children of the leaders of their respective packs. That means their marriage is an unofficial treaty in of itself.
A pretty big fucking deal, yes.
Jimin gasps when he steps into the vast, open space, his eyes drinking in the magnificent sight before him. Four tall torches light up the clearing, one standing at each corner of the gigantic square, their bright embers chasing away the shadows swallowing up the forest in the dead of night.
At the center of it all sits a huge, stone slab clearly made to resemble a wedding bed of sorts. It’s draped with layers and layers of flowers, furs and feathers, the splashes of different colors and textures painting a striking scene in the middle of an otherwise minimalistic space. What a fitting place to consummate a marriage.
Because this is where Jungkook is going to fuck him, Jimin realizes, a shiver running up his spine. Finally, after years and years of dancing around each other, they’re finally getting the chance to be together as two bodies coming together as one, joining together for the world to see.
Jimin’s not sure whether he’s more thrilled or terrified. Probably some mixture of both.
Wolves aren’t particularly shy about sex or nudity— god knows how many times he’s accidentally stumbled upon a couple going at it like a pair of horny rabbits in public without any shame— but the omega can’t help but squirm at the idea of his friends and family watching him get fucked over and over again, even if it’s by the love of his life. Public sex isn’t exactly that high up on his list of kinks, but he supposes he’ll just have to just roll with it.
He’d do anything to be with Jungkook after all.
The ceremony is surprisingly formal and elaborate considering it’s literally just a whole fuck fest. All of the wolves from both Jimin and Jungkook’s packs are gathered around the clearing in a big circle, each of them seated in according to their rank in neat, orderly rows. The loud chatter abruptly seizes when the bride steps into the clearing.
Jimin immediately notices his mother and father sitting right up front. He can’t help but duck his head shyly when they wave at him, his father with a solemn nod and his mother with an encouraging smile, his head too busy swimming with the knowledge that the very people who birthed him are going to get a front and center view of their first born losing his virginity.
“Relax,” Seokjin murmurs into his ear as he maneuvers Jimin to the spot where he needs to stand during the first part of the sacred ritual. “You’ll be fine little one. Just think of your alpha. He’s almost yours.” He gives him one last little goodbye tap before finally disappearing into the sidelines.
Jimin swallows and nods, trying to follow his older cousin’s advice.
He thinks of Jungkook, the man he’s loved for almost half his life. Jimin doesn’t know how long he’s been dreaming of this, only that he’s been dreaming of it for forever. Jungkook won’t just be a wolf he secretly makes out with anymore. He’s going to be Jimin’s mate; his lifelong partner; the father of his children.
With warm cheeks and a warmer heart, the omega looks down at his flat tummy, imagining a tiny bundle of joy growing inside of him, born from the seed of his and Jungkook's love. After tonight, he will officially be Jungkook’s and Jungkook will officially be his. And hopefully, there will be a little one for them to raise together.
How enchanting.
In order to ensure that Jimin will become impregnated with Jungkook’s child, both of them are supposed to take a special drug during the beginning of the ceremony that will trigger the omega’s heat and the alpha’s rut, thus, increasing their chances of conception exponentially.
Right in front of Jimin sits two wooden cups filled to the brim with the heat-inducing herbal concoction, steam rising from the broth in puffs, hot liquid touching cold air. There are white daisies scattered around them in the shape of a circle, and Jimin finds them rather lovely. He’s always loved flowers after all.
Jimin isn’t allowed to wear clothing during the ceremony— because apparently the moon goddess demands nudity from her soon-to-be-mated subjects— but he is allowed to wear decorative elements that don’t cover up too much skin.
Poppies, violets and sunflowers give his wrists and ankles an air of rustic charm, their stems woven together tightly to hold the bracelets and anklets together. Crimson roses pinned to his braid contrast nicely with his ebony locks, but also match nicely with his cherry red cheeks. And of course, Jimin's wearing Jungkook’s handcrafted engagement gifts as well.
All in all, he feels beautiful and ready to become mated.
Now, Jimin just has to wait for his beloved alpha to show up.
As if the moon goddess just heard his prayers, a shadowy figure enters the sacred grounds, and Jimin sees him. His breath catches in his throat, a bubble of air trapped half way between his lungs and his lips that simply refuses to pop because— Jungkook looks like a god.
Jimin’s future mate stands proudly at the outer edge of the clearing, his body stark naked save for the markings tattooed across his arms, chest and back. His tall, powerful frame only looks more intimidating in the harsh lighting, and the light sheen of sweat coating his body makes his honey toned skin almost glisten. He's practically glowing.
The omega swallows roughly, and looks away.
(He tries really hard not to stare at Jungkook’s cock too much.)
Jungkook makes his way toward him, and Jimin’s heart rate rapidly picks up. His lover looks confident and commanding, and Jimin would be lying if he said his ass isn’t dripping from the stunning visuals. He feels like he could pass out any moment now. This is it. This is really happening.
“Hey,” Jungkook greets him softly when they finally meet face to face. His eyes flit up and down, clearly taking the time to soak in his lover's nude appearance. "Wow, you look... you look gorgeous. I mean," Jungkook clears his throat nervously. "You always look gorgeous but you look... really, really gorgeous right now. I almost can't believe you're real."
Oh.
“T-Thank you,” Jimin stammers shyly, reaching up to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind his ear in an effort to distract his lover from the blush blooming in his cheeks. (It doesn’t work.) "So are you. You look good. Better than good. Great. Yeah..."
He's a mess. Jungkook's a mess. They're both messes. But they're both messes in love, and that's what matters.
Jimin and Jungkook just gaze at each other with similarly dazed expressions, too caught up in their own little world to utter another sound. They only stir back to life when a few people from the crowd holler for the two love birds to "get on with it" in more explicit terms. Right. The mating ceremony. How could they ever forget about that.
“You ready?” Jungkook asks, taking one of Jimin's hands in his as he moves to kneel on the ground before the two cups before him. Jimin follows suit, tightly interlacing his fingers with Jungkook's own. He squeezes them reassuringly.
“Ready as I'll ever be.”
For the first step of the mating ceremony, Jimin and Jungkook are supposed to drink out of the cup in front of them. After all, the real fun only begins after the heat drugs properly trigger their respective heat and rut.
Both their packs have already started chanting a prayer to the moon goddess wishing the couple eternal prosperity, but their voices eventually fade into a low hum in the background as Jimin and Jungkook reach for the cups at the same time with their free hand, bringing it up to their lips and preparing to sip. The two of them make eye contact, and Jungkook even dares to throw Jimin an exaggerated wink, making omega almost choke on his spit from the silliness of it.
Trust Jungkook to know how to make him laugh during an incredibly tense moment.
The heat hits him the moment he finishes downing the bitter drink. Jimin immediately feels hot all over, his body temperature skyrocketing and his insides burning up. Pure, liquid fire scorches in his veins, his flesh and bones melting away until he’s nothing but an aching, begging mess. His legs would have definitely given out if he wasn't already kneeling.
"A-Alpha," Jimin gasps, letting go of Jungkook's hand to throw his head back and claw at the ground like an unleashed beast. Slick runs down his thighs in rivers, sticking to his skin and creating a wet puddle underneath his rear. The lust pools low in his gut, warmth spreading all throughout his body.
So this is true heat.
"Please, I-I need you. I need you so bad."
Jimin's already so wet and he hasn’t even made contact with Jungkook’s dick yet. But thankfully, that’s going to change soon.
Because next, Jimin will kneel down and take his alpha’s manhood into his mouth, working him into an orgasm and swallowing all of his seed. It’s the second act of this elaborate mating ceremony, an act signaling the fact that Jimin now has sole ownership over Jungkook's knot and thus, the right to bear Jungkook’s children.
From the corner of his eye, Jimin can see his and Jungkook's fellow pack mates shifting amongst each other restlessly, each and every one of them beginning to feel the effects of the sex pheromones permeating in the air. The chanting has long stopped, now replaced by whines and growls and moans of all timbres and tones.
And of course, Jungkook is affected by the heat drug too.
“Do you want my cock little omega?” the alpha demands, his rich, raspy voice echoing slightly in the space around them as he gets up from the ground and takes a few steps backward.
His eyes glint cruelly in the slanted light, dark chocolate melting into burnt amber, and the way they narrow and blatantly appraise Jimin’s naked body has the omega quivering like a baby sparrow.
“Then come and get it. It’s all yours.” An involuntary mewl tears out of the Jimin's throat. He gets down on all fours and crawls over to Jungkook obediently, his fat ass jiggling side to side as he plods along clumsily, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat.
Jimin can smell him— can smell Jungkook’s musk, a potent mixture of pine, cypress and cedarwood.
The odor only grows stronger and stronger the closer he gets, and the intoxicating scent is making him drunk with need. Jimin’s mouth waters at the enticing view of his alpha’s huge, uncut cock bobbing in the air. Drool gathers at the corner of his plush pink lips, clear saliva dribbling all the way down his chin and making a mess of his neck and chest.
He could feel embarrassed about it, but he’s too busy thinking about only one thing right now: Jungkook’s dick.
“You’re so big,” Jimin gasps softly, taking in the glorious length before him when he finally reaches where his alpha is standing. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with it.” Jungkook visibly jerks at the unexpectedly lewd comment, purposely turning his face away and disguising his embarrassment with a cough.
“Thanks? I, uh, can’t wait for that too,” Jungkook mumbles, his words trailing off as he reaches a hand up to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly.
It takes everything for Jimin to resist the urge to coo. Thank god his shy bunny is still in there somewhere along with the heat drugs and raging hormones. Jimin’s still new to this sex thing— well, they both are— so it’s nice to know that Jungkook’s just as nervous as he is. They might be awkward, but at least they’re awkward together right?
Suddenly, long fingers suddenly entangle themselves in his hair, tugging his head up until his nose is almost brushing Jungkook’s cock and interrupting his train of thought.
“Are you gonna suck my dick or am I gonna have to make you?”
Well, Jungkook sure recovered his composure quickly for someone who once tripped over his words when he asked to hold Jimin’s hand. But Jimin loves this side of Jungkook, the side that makes him act like he’s the predator and Jimin’s his prey; the side that makes the alpha look like he’s going to devour his omega alive. And Jimin would gladly let him.
But not before teasing him a little.
“So bossy,” he quips daringly, his lips quirked into a smirk as he leans forward to blow hot air on Jungkook’s rock hard shaft. “I’m definitely not going to be the one begging in this relationship, baby.” Jimin makes sure to place special emphasis on Jungkook’s favorite endearment to rile him up. His breath quickens when he feels the hand in his hair slide down to grip his chin, tilting it up and forcing him to look into directly into his lover’s fierce gaze.
The alpha’s eyes visibly darken, and that makes the omega swallow, hard.
“Is that how it’s going to be? You’re gonna regret playing this game with me little omega; I’ll make sure of that. Now suck.” The weight of Jungkook’s statement carries a sinful, seductive promise, and Jimin feels himself crack underneath it. He’s always been a goner for this man.
“Yes, alpha,” he replies obediently, shuffling forward to get closer to the goods. Jimin parts his mouth open and tentatively licks a stripe up Jungkook’s cock, savoring the way his alpha groans at the intimate touch.
“Yes, baby, just like that. Good boy.”
Spurred on by the praise, the omega proceeds to suckle at the head greedily like a pup sucking on honeycomb for the first time, his tongue swirling around the bulbous tip, eagerly lapping up the bitter pre-cum oozing from the slit at the top. He groans at the tangy flavor.
It tastes absolutely heavenly, and he desperately needs more.
Things are going pretty well until Jimin opens his lips wide and takes the entire thing inside his mouth a little too ambitiously, triggering his gag reflex. Tears sting his eyes, and he chokes abruptly. Jungkook immediately freezes at the sound. He quickly pulls Jimin off his cock, eyebrows furrowing with deep disapproval as he wipes the omega’s lips tenderly with the pad of his thumb.
“Hey, hey, slow down baby. I was only joking when I told you to suck, you know. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Jimin just pouts, burying his nose in Jungkook’s crotch once again and inhaling the delicious, musky scent. “Let me try again. I promise I won’t fuck up this time.” Before the alpha can even reply, Jimin swoops down and sucks on his cock once again. Embarrassingly enough, his eyes practically roll into the back of his head from the sheer pleasure of having it sit on his tongue.
(He might be getting addicted to sucking dick.)
Jimin’s aware that his ass is leaking slick like crazy as he gets used to the girth taking up space in his throat, hole clenching and unclenching with the yearning desire to be fucked by his alpha’s big, fat cock. But his first task as per the sacred mating ritual is to milk Jungkook’s knot with his mouth, and he’s damn well going to do everything in his power to make his baby feel good.
And hopefully get to swallow a bucket load of cum at the same time.
The atmosphere only becomes ten times heavier when Jungkook tightens his hold in Jimin’s hair.
“I’m gonna fuck your face now okay? Is that alright with you baby?”
Jimin mumbles a “yes” as best as he can around the dick in his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He hopes he isn’t coming off as too needy; Jungkook doesn’t need to know how often he’s jerked it to the fantasy of his lover ramming his cock down his throat over and over until he can’t even breathe anymore.
He doesn’t think he could ever live it down.
“You’re so good,” Jungkook croaks, head thrown back in ecstasy as he pushes his cock past the opening of Jimin’s crimson lips once more, pumping it in and out cautiously. It’s clear that he’s still testing Jimin’s tolerance, taking extra care not to overwhelm his lover too quickly. And although Jimin’s appreciates the kind consideration, he kind of just wants to get wrecked right now.
“Next time I’ll pull out so I can cum all over your face. Would you like that sweetheart? Would like your alpha’s cum all over your pretty face?”
Jimin nods eagerly at Jungkook’s provocative question, moaning around the alpha’s dick in affirmation. Oh yes, he would love that. Truth be told, he wouldn’t hesitate to beg for it like a bitch if he had too.
Slowly but surely, Jungkook builds up a steady rhythm, snapping his hips back and forth and forcing his cock further down the omega’s throat. Jimin encourages him by hollowing his cheeks and sucking enthusiastically, stimulating the shaft with the flat underside of his tongue. He wants his throat wrecked, wants Jungkook to fuck it so hard he won’t be able to speak for days. He wants Jungkook to use him like a good little fucktoy.
He wants to be a good little omega for his beloved alpha.
And as always, Jungkook answers his prayers. He begins ramming his cock down Jimin’s throat viciously, setting a brutal pace and never letting up for even a second.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook pants harshly as he fucks Jimin’s throat without mercy. “So perfect for me. My perfect little omega.”
Jimin can’t respond, can’t breathe, can’t really do much but take what’s being given to him. Tears blur his vision as he moans louder and louder with every passing second, his own little cock shamelessly dripping pre-cum everywhere as his throat gets fucked over and over again. He can only imagine how he looks right now: tears streaming down his face, cum and saliva leaking out of his open mouth.
He feels filthy, used and absolutely perfect.
It’s easy for the omega to tell when Jungkook’s getting close to popping a knot because the alpha’s pace becomes more erratic, hips stuttering madly as he rapidly approaches orgasm, his grip on Jimin’s hair becoming borderline painful.
“Jimin, I’m—” Jungkook gasps, and then, he’s cumming.
The knot at the base of his shaft swells up like a balloon, and thick, salty seed spurts out of the head of his cock, flooding Jimin’s mouth and running down his throat in rivers. Jimin chokes, trying to loosen his jaw to accommodate the change in size of Jungkook’s already massive dick while drinking up the sudden excess in fluid.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. Jimin swallows his alpha’s semen, making sure not to miss a single drop— and cums shortly right after. His tiny dick seizes and sputters, spurting cum all over the ground in white ropes.
They both freeze once they realize what he’s just done.
“You came,” Jungkook says dazedly, his eyes round with disbelief as he stares down at the pool of slick and cum right between Jimin’s legs. “You… You really came just from sucking my dick. You're unbelievable.” Jimin just lowers his head with a tremulous whine, his cheeks burning with hot shame.
He’s so embarrassed that he could die. What will Jungkook think of him now?
“Jimin, look at me.”
And of course the omega looks up, wholly unable to resist his alpha’s direct order. He’s met with the gorgeous sight of Jungkook’s fond smile, the movement of his lips causing his round cheeks to bunch up, exposing the endearing crinkles of his eyelids.
“You did amazing,” he croons, stroking the underside of Jimin’s chin with the back of his knuckles. “Such a sweet omega. Thank you. I’m so, so proud of you baby.”
Releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding, Jimin purrs with relief, the sound rumbling pleasantly in his chest as he relishes the sensation of being petted. Yes, Jungkook might love teasing him more than anyone, but at the end of the day, he never fails to show him that he also loves him more than anyone.
And that’s more than Jimin could ever ask for.
“Are you ready for what’s up next?” Jungkook teases, crouching forward and reaching a hand out to help Jimin to his feet. Jimin takes it as gracefully as he can for someone who just got face fucked within an inch of their life. "I'm not done with you yet, you know."
“Yeah, I’m ready— whoa!”
Before the omega can even finish his response, Jungkook swoops down to carry him in his arms, lifting him up with the ease of lifting a feather. Jimin squawks loudly at the sudden movement. “J-Jungkook,” he yips, hands scrabbling for purchase against the alpha’s broad shoulders as he gets jostled around.
“Put me down!”
Shaking his head playfully, Jungkook quickly walks over to the makeshift bed in the middle of the clearing, and sets Jimin down with care. He crawls over to settle on top of the omega, taking care not to squash him too much with his weight.
“Hello beautiful,” Jungkook breathes, ducking his head down to nip along the pale, milky flesh of Jimin’s shoulder. “Did you realize that you sucked my dick before you gave me a kiss?"
Jimin blinks at the out-of-the-blue statement.
"That's... true..." he admits slowly, bringing his hands up to wrap around Jungkook's neck as he tries to make sense of the order of steps in the ritual. How strange. Oh well. It is what it is. "Then come and kiss me baby."
Jungkook leans down to oblige him.
The first brush of their lips feels like coming home, but it also feels like so much more than that. It’s not like haven’t kissed before; they’ve kissed more times than Jimin can keep count, more times than every single person in the world added together could keep count to be honest. But this kiss feels different from the previous ones they’ve shared.
Maybe it's because now they have the promise of forever.
Their kisses soon turn hot and heavy, their hands wandering around to explore the nook and crannies of each other's bodies. Jimin squeaks when Jungkook gropes at his chest, large hands kneading and squeezing the firm pecs in his palm with obvious delight. The alpha leans down to take his swollen nipple in his mouth, tugging at the sensitive bud with his teeth while rubbing the other one in between the pads of his fingers.
"You're so perfect," Jungkook murmurs as he licks and sucks at the pink flesh enthusiastically. "So, so perfect."
“Yes,” Jimin whimpers, mindless from the pleasure assaulting his chest. “Anything for you, alpha. Anything for you.”
His cock is already rock hard again, and Jungkook's is also in the same state if the large, thick shaft weeping pre-cum on his thigh is any indication. He feels like he's about to come just from his nipples being played with alone when—
"As much as I would love to continue this, I think it's probably best if I eat you out before everyone gets bored with the show."
Jimin almosts stomps his foot when Jungkook stops his ministrations with his tongue and removes his mouth from Jimin's chest entirely.
He was so close, dammit.
"Jungkook," Jimin grouses, pasting on a sulky frown before finally registering what his lover just said.
Ah yes, it’s time for the next part of the ceremony: Jungkook eating Jimin out and swallowing his slick.
"Look around baby," Jungkook whispers, leaning down to nibble on the shell of the Jimin's ear. The omega shivers. "They're all turned on because of what we're doing. Because of us."
Jimin twists his head to the side, and surveys his surroundings like he's been instructed to. His stomach drops at what he sees.
Sheer, carnal lust scorches the air; alphas, omegas, betas, wolves of all dynamics are all affected by what's taking place before them. It's difficult to tell who's who in the massive pile of writhing bodies, arms and legs all entangling together in the ultimate act of copulation.
To be blunt, it’s a massive orgy.
"You can always tell me if it’s too much,” Jungkook promises, kissing him once more for good measure. "You know I’ll stop." Jimin just lets out a little puff of laughter.
How did he end up with the sweetest alpha alive?
“I know that baby. But I do want this. I’ve wanted this since forever.” He lowers his voice into a sultry pitch, and goes for the kill.
"Now show me what that tongue of yours can do."
Jungkook's lips curl into a wicked smirk at those taunting words. “Turn around for me.” Jimin obeys, quickly rolling over to lie on his stomach.
“Now spread your cheeks,” Jungkook commands. He gives the perky ass in front of him a light slap, and Jimin shudders at the sensation of his lover's large hand striking his bottom. He imagines what it would be like if the slap left a mark, a white handprint perhaps.
Huh. Maybe he is a lot kinkier than he thought.
With a shaky exhale, Jimin reaches behind himself to grab his ass cheeks and pull them apart, his face reddening with bright humiliation as he exposes his hole for his lover to see. There’s no doubt he’s in a very vulnerable position at the moment. Jungkook is looking at his most private, private parts right now, parts that no one’s ever been given the exclusive privilege to view for their own pleasure, until now.
Distantly, the omega wonders if his alpha is pleased with his body, with his hole made just for him to take and plunder. The silence is becoming unnerving; it’s so quiet that Jimin can hear every single heartbeat in the forest, a cacophony of badump, badump, badump’s ringing in his ears.
It’s driving him crazy.
Finally, after what seems like eons, Jungkook speaks up.
“Fuck, Jimin,” he curses, hands going back down to massage Jimin’s plump rear. “You’re so sexy, I swear you’re gonna kill me someday. How did I get so lucky?” Jimin visibly relaxes at the lavish praise, and gets the courage to crane his neck back for a quick peep at his lover.
He almost groans at the sight.
Jungkook’s expression is nothing short of predatory, his fangs already protruding from his mouth in his state of arousal. His cock stands proud and tall against his stomach, bulbous head weeping copious amounts of pre-cum, and although Jimin would love nothing more than to deep throat it once again, he also desperately needs it inside him.
“Please Jungkook,” he moans, shaking his ass in a way that he hopes is seductive and not cringy. “Just touch me already.” Jungkook growls, and palms his bottom even harder.
“As you wish, princess.”
The first touch of Jungkook’s hot tongue against Jimin’s rim has the omega writhing and sobbing, his tiny fists clenching and unclenching madly as he arches his back with a hoarse cry. It takes all his willpower not to cum for the second time tonight.
Jungkook doesn't let up. He spears into Jimin's hole with his slick appendage, alternating between stimulating the swollen pucker with gentle bites and rough kisses. His thumbs hook around the omega's ass only to spread his cheeks apart even further, and Jimin wails when Jungkook plunges his tongue in and out without mercy.
“Hng, ah, ah!”
"You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart," Jungkook coos, running his hands reverently up and down Jimin's narrow waist and wide hips as he eats him out like a champ. "I wanna hear more."
Jimin’s drooling everywhere and he’s making noises that will probably embarrass him for the rest of his life but he doesn’t give a shit about any of that right now. All he can focus on is Jungkook's sinful tongue rendering him dumb and speechless, the dexterous muscle sending white hot pleasure zinging up his spine with every slip and slurp.
Ever a tease, Jungkook backs away from his hole and licks long stripes up and down his crack instead whenever Jimin's nearing his peak, blowing hot air on his entrance while simultaneously fondling his tiny ball sack.
"Please, no more teasing," Jimin weeps, rocking his hips back and forth, practically fucking himself on Jungkook's tongue. "I need more. I need you." His lover takes pity on him, and relents, giving him what he needs.
“You taste so, so good,” Jungkook pants, burying his entire face in Jimin's ass and slurping up all the slick he can swallow as he strokes Jimin's inner walls luxuriously with his tongue. "I wanna eat you out always. Wanna make you feel on top of the world."
With a high pitched keen, Jimin nods in hazy approval. "Yes, please, and your fingers too," he chokes, reaching back to bring Jungkook's hands back on his bottom. "I want them inside me, please, please, please—"
The sudden finger wriggling into his entrance has Jimin crying out, his walls squirming to adjust to the (very welcome) intrusion, his hips jerking forward sharply yet again. Jungkook works his index finger deep into Jimin’s ass, stroking along his insides, waiting patiently for Jimin to stop clenching so tightly around him. When Jimin finally relaxes, Jungkook adds another finger.
“You alright baby?” he asks breathlessly, holding Jimin’s waist with his other hand as he peppers kisses all over his neck and exposed shoulder, laving his tongue against the previously abused flesh. Jimin inclines his head forward weakly.
“Keep going,” he wheezes, and Jungkook takes that as his cue to start pumping his fingers in and out of Jimin’s ass, making sure to scissor and stretch out Jimin’s walls to prepare him for his cock.
When Jungkook’s fingers brush over his prostate, Jimin practically jumps. He muffles his moans into his arms and grinds down on those digits, forcing them deeper into his body.
“Mount me already,” Jimin begs shamelessly, lifting his bottom high up in the air and presenting his hole for his alpha to get a good look at. “Please, alpha, I need you. I want your pups, wanna be pumped full with your cum—”
"You're gonna be the death of me," Jungkook growls, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop. "Come and turn and face me baby."
Jimin gets up on his knees, and turns around so he can lie down on his back with Jungkook hovering over him. Nothing better than some good old old missionary. In the process of shuffling around, Jimin catches a group of young, male alphas openly lusting after him, jerking their fat cocks in their fists at breakneck speed as they watch him with undisguised hunger.
The multiple sets of eyes boring holes into Jimin's skull seem to only further heighten his own arousal, making his ass dribble even more slick.
(Maybe public sex really is higher on his list of kinks than he thought.)
Jungkook's voice anchors him back into reality. His alpha looms over him with deserpate need written all over his face. "What do you want? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
“I... I want you to wreck me alpha. Prove to me that you’re not just all bark and no bite.” Jimin pauses, before he summons up the courage to utter his next daring sentence.
“I expect a litter of pups by the end of tonight.”
Jungkook’s eyes turn pitch black, his pupils completely swallowing his irises like the sun swallowing the moon during an eclipse, and Jimin knows his wish is going to come true. Strangely, he isn’t nervous anymore. He has every right to be considering he’s about to get fucked in front of everyone he’s ever known, but he isn’t.
It's just him and Jungkook. Two people in love. Simple and sweet.
“I’ll fuck you so good,” Jungkook promises, leaning down to suck deep bruises into Jimin’s pale neck skin. “I’ll give you everything I have.
After some expert maneuvering— bless Jimin's flexibility— Jungkook notches the head of his cock on Jimin’s swollen rim and grinds against it tentatively, almost putting it in but not quite, wetting the tip with his omega’s slick. Jimin sobs.
“Please, alpha,” he whimpers, arching his back to get more friction on his hole. “I need you so bad. Fuck me please. G-Give me,” Jimin fumbles around with his words, his tongue too heavy and thick with spit to properly enunciate them.
“Give me your pups. Please.”
With that, Jungkook breaches Jimin’s virgin passage— and the omega screams. He feels like he’s being taken apart from the inside out, his walls shifting and rearranging themselves to accommodate the huge new intrusion inside of him. All the breath has been punched from his lungs, leaving him gasping and wheezing for air.
There’s only Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook everywhere; Jungkook inside him, outside him, around him. Jungkook’s cock carving a space all the way from his rim into his womb.
Jimin could die from how fucking good he feels.
“Are you okay baby?” Jungkook grunts, his warm breath tickling Jimin’s ear as he bottoms out, his cock sheathed up to the hilt in throbbing heat. Jimin just gurgles in response.
“Alpha," he sobs, his hands scrabbling madly at Jungkook’s back, desperately seeking purchase from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled for the first time. “You’re so big, oh god, I’m—“
Jungkook begins to pull out, concerned about his lover’s lack of coherency, but Jimin lets out a loud cry of protest. “No, no, don’t leave me, please, I need you and your pups, I love you—“
He clenches hard around the length inside him, successfully keeping it locked in. Both the alpha and omega groan from the sudden pressure of Jimin’s walls squeezing deliciously around Jungkook’s dick.
“Fuck, Jimin,” Jungkook groans, clearly seizing every ounce of his self control to keep his hips still and let Jimin adjust to his girth. “I got you pretty, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” Jimin sniffles at the reassurance, leaning up for a kiss, and Jungkook drinks up his moans like he would drink barley wine.
“You’re so good,” the alpha whispers, lavishing every inch of Jimin’s face with attention: his eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, lips, everything. Can't miss even one spot for his darling.
“So good for me.”
Every drag of Jungkook’s cock against Jimin’s sensitive walls has the omega wailing, waves after waves of slick leaking from his ass. Jimin chokes on a shamefully loud moan when Jungkook grinds against his prostate, milking it with the fat head of his cock.
He’s salivating like a dumb bitch and he loves it.
“God, you’re so hot,” Jungkook pants, moving his hips in a vigorous pace, clearly taking pride in the way he makes Jimin squeal every time he hits his sweet spot. The poor thing thrashes around wildly as his alpha holds him down and takes him apart from the inside out, cumming until his little cock has no seed left to spill, spurting out only pathetic nothingness.
So Jimin just cums dry over and over again instead, tears and saliva streaming down his face as he lays there with his legs wide open like a slut and takes it like he was made to.
Wet squelching sounds echo in the air. The only thing that can be heard in the clearing are the groans and grunts of wolves caught in a carnal haze of lust simmering deep in the woods; no one is immune, especially not this pair of lovers.
“I’m gonna be the best alpha for you, I swear. Your one and only. I’ll treat you so, so good every day for the rest of your life,” Jungkook growls, jackhammering his cock into Jimin's tight, velvety walls without mercy.
“I'll give you the pups that you deserve. Get you pregnant over and over again until you never remember what it's like being without my child.”
Jimin knows that it's only Jungkook's rut making him spit such straight-up glorious filth from his lips, but he fucking loves it. Loves being reminded that he's only Jungkook's now, Jungkook to use and breed and impregnate to his liking. Loves how his womb belongs solely to his special person to enjoy, just like it should be.
When it's time for the mating bite to take place, both Jimin and Jungkook instinctively know what to do. It's in their blood, after all; the way wolves mate and bond and love, passed down from generation to generation. So of course they know how to seal their promise of forever.
Jimin bares his pale, delicate throat when he feels Jungkook's knot swelling deep inside his ass.
“I love you,” Jungkook chokes out, before he leans down sinks his fangs deep into his flesh, successfully sealing their mating. The wolf in Jimin cries out, and he can feel his teeth morph into fangs and his fingernail shifting into claws as Jungkook cums and cums and cums inside him, hot white seed shooting up his passage and flooding his birth canal.
So this is what it’s like getting bred.
Jimin’s belly positively swells with it, and in his heat dazed state, the omega imagines that there’s a little pup already blossoming inside his womb, a little life created solely by him and Jungkook. The very thought sends a jolt of happiness throughout his body.
The last thing Jimin remembers is Jungkook telling him how good he is, over and over again.
After that, he blacks out.
✵
When Jimin finally wakes up, it’s to smell of lavender, thyme and honey; the sweet scent floods his nostrils, rousing him from his deep slumber and bringing him back into consciousness. He blinks blearily. It takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of his surroundings, a blur fuzzy shapes and colors slowly sharpening back into focus.
It seems like he’s in Jungkook’s cabin right now, a place that he’s visited a few times before in the past. Distantly, Jimin’s aware of a larger body curled around him, dwarfing his smaller frame. His heart skips a beat.
Because speaking of Jungkook…
The omega cranes his head back to take a peek, and yes, there he is, lying right next to him is— his alpha. The love of his life, who’s also officially his mate now. Vivid memories of last night come rushing back in like snow from an avalanche, and Jimin flushes crimson when he remembers how hard he had begged for Jungkook’s knot for hours, twisting and turning like an unrestrained bitch in heat.
(Which he was, to be fair.)
There’s a dull ache throbbing in his backside, a pleasant reminder of his rather risqué activities with his mate the night before. And on the subject of mating—
Jimin realizes with a sudden start that he's stark naked. He and Jungkook both are. They’re tangled in a mess of limbs, knees and elbows thrown around each other with careless abandon, Jungkook spooning him from behind with his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist.
They must make such a domestic scene, the omega muses, as he idly traces a finger down his alpha’s bulging bicep. Well, they are going to be together forever now. They’re mated now, after all. That one, simple truth is enough to make him purr with happiness. Life is good. Very good.
He’s happy just being with the man he loves.
“Mmm, Jimin?”
Jimin jolts out of his reverie when Jungkook’s voice—still scratchy with sleep— breaks the silence. His name rolls off Jungkook tongue like a promise and a prayer wrapped into one, and it takes every ounce of Jimin’s self control to not turn around and kiss his alpha senseless right then and there. He just wants to bask in this lovely moment first.
“I know you’re awake,” Jungkook growls, leaning down to nose along Jimin’s neck and scent him deeply. The omega shivers at the intimate action.
“Good morning to you too,” Jimin sighs contentedly, arching his neck to look back at his mate with a fond expression, making sure to drop a little hello kiss on Jungkook’s brow. “How long have I been out?”
The alpha only hums in response to his question, tightening his grip on Jimin’s middle and burrowing his face in the crook of his mate’s shoulder even more. “About half a day. I carried you here after you passed out during the end of the ceremony.” He mumbles the words into Jimin’s skin, and the omega giggles at the ticklish movement of his lips.
“Oh really? My big, strong alpha took care of me? What a good boy,” he teases. Jungkook lifts his head to shoot him a skeptical look. “If I recall, I was the one calling you a good boy last night when you were begging me to fuck you—” Jimin cuts him off by smacking his shoulder with an indignant squeal.
“S-Shut up! You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” Jungkook just chuckles.
“Nope, never. You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.” He rolls them over so he’s caging Jimin against the bed, his large, veiny hands pinning down his lover’s wrists to stop him from escaping. Jimin shrieks loudly when Jungkook blows raspberries on his sensitive tummy.
“Stop, stop, I’m—” he giggles helplessly as he thrashes around the bed like a fish out of water, desperately trying to escape his alpha’s merciless tickling. “I surrender, I surrender…!” Jungkook only lets him go when Jimin falls completely limp, his body spent from all that wheezing and wailing.
“You’re so cute,” the alpha grins, and the omega only glares at him half-heartedly.
“Meanie.”
“Just admit it! You’re a goner for me.” Jimin raises his eyebrows at Jungkook’s bold declaration, shuffling closer so he can rest his head back on his mate’s shoulder. Jungkook automatically wraps his arm around him, the action effortless and instinctive. They really fit perfectly together, both their hearts and bodies slotting in place like two pieces of a missing puzzle.
Like it was just meant to be.
“You’re just as equally whipped,” Jimin points out, releasing a tiny huff of amusement. What a silly alpha. His silly alpha. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Jungkook smiles.
“Well, yeah. That’s because I love you.”
It takes an embarrassing amount of willpower for Jimin not to blush at Jungkook’s sincere confession. Even though they’ve already been in a relationship for a few years now, and have known each other for more than half their lives, Jungkook still never fails to fluster Jimin with his unabashed straightforwardness.
“I… I love you too,” Jimin responds softly, bringing his knuckles up to graze over his alpha’s cheek. “So much.”
Jungkook just takes Jimin’s tiny, chubby hand in his own, kissing each and every one of the omega’s fingers one by one, the slow, languid movements of his mouth a stunning contrast to the fierce devotion burning in his eyes.
“I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life,” he vows. “Forever and always.”
Jimin melts.
“Only if you let me take care of you too,” he whispers, finally leaning forward to gently capture Jungkook’s lips with his own. “Forever and always.”
“Baby, you know I’d let you do anything to me,” Jungkook breathes in between their kisses, and Jimin feels like he could burst from the sheer amount of love he has for his mate. “I knew you were gonna be mine the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Jimin gives the corner of Jungkook’s mouth one last chaste peck. “The first time we met? That was twelve years ago wasn’t it?” Jungkook laughs, tightening his grip around Jimin’s waist as he pulls him in closer for a hug, pressing butterfly kisses all along his bare shoulder.
“It was. I know we got off to a terrible start, but I really, really liked you. Always have and always will.”
“T-This is the first time I’m hearing about this,” Jimin mumbles bashfully, drawing patterns all over the skin of his mate’s back with his fingertips in an effort to calm down his lovestruck heart. “But if you want me to be honest with you… same for me. I don’t think there ever was a time I didn’t like you.”
“You’re so in love with me,” Jungkook teases, and Jimin simply rolls his eyes and scoffs.
“I thought we already established that?”
“I still wanna hear you say it though,” the alpha insists, his lower lip jutting out childishly as he levels Jimin with a pouty glare. “Say it again.” The omega shakes his head playfully, only to gasp in horror when Jungkook’s fingers twitch against his sides.
“N-No more tickling! My body can’t take it.”
Jungkook immediately freezes.
“Is your body okay, by the way?” he asks, moving back a little bit so he can check Jimin’s body for any signs of pain or discomfort. “I wasn’t too rough last night was I?”
Touched by his mate’s concern, Jimin shakes his head and brings Jungkook’s hand back down to his waist to show him that he’s fine, wriggling his hips with a little pleased sigh.
“No, you were perfect. You took such good care of me… my perfect, perfect alpha.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbles with delight at the praise.
“And you’re my perfect, perfect omega,” the alpha whispers, his hands moving forward to splay along Jimin’s bare tummy, stroking it almost reverently. The omega beams shyly.
“Do you think I’m pregnant yet?” Jimin wonders out loud, tucking his chin in to stare down at the softness his stomach. Jungkook snorts. He gives his mate’s ass a light pat with his free hand.
“It’d probably be a miracle if you aren’t. I came inside you so many times I thought you would burst.” Jimin’s cheeks redden from the crass statement.
“Jungkook!”
“What? It’s true!” Jungkook defends, and Jimin sniffs, placing his small hand over Jungkook’s larger one on top of his midsection, intertwining their fingers together.
“I can’t believe I’m going to have to live with you for the rest of my life,” he grumbles. “What did I get myself into?”
Jungkook laughs loudly. The sound is bright and beautiful— just like its owner. Jimin secretly thinks that it would be nice if their pup had their father’s laugh.
“Guess you’ll have forever to figure out, eh?”
Jimin just smiles, closes his eyes, and nestles back into his mate’s loving embrace because… he does. They have all the time in the world to be together.
“Yeah. We do have forever.”
He believes it.