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There was something so enticingly, bafflingly innocent about Park Jimin, even before Jungkook knew the young idol was a virgin. Maybe because his innocence went beyond virginity.
Jimin was dedicated to his new acting career and a hard worker overall, book-smart and polite. He charmed everyone on set immediately with his bright smiles and mesmerizing good looks, his softly floral omega scent. Jungkook himself wasn't immune. Jimin's role on the drama was a minor one, the acting a side project to his blossoming career as a singer, but he seemed to steal the attention in every scene he was in.
Jungkook found it impressive, if only because Jimin was so naïve to his own charms. Not foolishly so — the omega had to have some ambition and drive, to succeed in the cutthroat entertainment industry — but Jimin's sincerity made it difficult for anyone to be jealous of him.
It also made it difficult for Jungkook to come to terms with the constant, depraved thoughts he had about the sweet omega, from the very first moment he saw Jimin's plush, pink lips close around and coyly suck at a pear ice cream treat on set.
Or even before that, probably. But the ice cream bar was a moment of realization for Jungkook. He wanted Jimin. He wanted him in ways that he was ashamed of, wanting to ruin the pretty omega and claim him for himself.
As the lead male actor in the drama they were filming, Jungkook was aware Jimin looked up to him. Sometimes he would catch Jimin watching the filming of his scenes intently, or blushing pink high in his cheeks when Jungkook praised Jimin's acting work.
The praise was always genuine, earned. Jimin's blushing cheeks were just a bonus.
And then his scent... god. Jimin's scent couldn't hide much.
Soft and floral, yes, delicate like blossoms on a flowering spring tree, but that only made it glaringly obvious when Jimin's scent spiked with arousal. Omega arousal had a distinct sweetness, almost syrupy, and so often was paired with the heady scent of slick.
When Jungkook praised Jimin and gave his shoulder a squeeze, or smoothed his hand over Jimin's back, the sweetness of his arousal would flood Jungkook's senses, so potent that a wild, animal part of Jungkook wanted to lean down and lap at Jimin's scent gland just to taste it.
An ever deeper, wilder part of Jungkook wanted to do a lot more than that, too.
When the omega would shyly excuse himself right after, Jungkook wondered if his scent gave away his own desire, or if Jimin just had to go clean up the slick in his underwear. For the most part, Jungkook tried not to let himself think too much about it.
There was no doubt that Jimin was beautiful. His gaze was naturally seductive when his eyes weren't curved up brightly with his smile, the shape of his body athletic and alluring, his singing voice high and sweet, his lips always so invitingly plump. Jungkook was embarrassed by his attraction because of how obvious it was — older alpha actor lusting after the young omega actor, pretty and impressionable, even sweet and trusting enough to admit one night when the cast went out for drinks that he was a virgin.
Jungkook was so grateful that he was the only one Jimin confessed that to. And then immediately felt lecherous for thinking so.
Truthfully, even if Jimin wasn't a virgin, it wouldn't have changed his innocence, that sweetness to him that went much deeper than whether or not Jimin had ever taken a cock before. But Jungkook's thoughts changed, after Jimin's confession. They turned darker, his gaze more than admiring. He'd catch Jimin doing stretches during filming downtime and feel his cock stiffen up at the sight of Jimin's legs spread wide, or him bent in half, tight pants molded to the shape of his ass, so round and perky for his lean form.
Sometimes Jimin arrived to set coming from choreography practice, dressed in thin sweatpants or leggings, and Jungkook would catch a tantalizing glimpse of the chubby folds of Jimin's pussy through the clinging material, and then have to go adjust himself so it wasn't obvious that he was getting hard.
He was Jimin's elder by 12 years. Sunbaenim, Jimin would call him sweetly at first, until Jungkook finally convinced a nervous Jimin to refer to him as hyung instead, not realizing that itself was its own form of torture, a softly called hyung in Jimin's angel voice. A sound that played in his mind over and over, when Jungkook took his scheduled short break from filming for his rut, and had to come to terms with the fact that he thought about breeding Jimin the entire time he was fucking into fleshlights in his dark bedroom, alone.
Jimin stuck on his knot, Jimin gasping alpha, please as Jungkook pleasured him for the first time, Jimin wet and shy and soft, pink, untouched, wanting—
Jungkook came back from his rut ashamed, yes, but more ravenous for Jimin than ever.
Jimin himself seemed more subdued, stiff and exhausted, and Jungkook found out from a cast mate that it was because Jimin was working so hard, balancing his two careers. Filming would be ending soon and Jimin had a new mini album to promote right after, performances and interviews, and then he would be thrown into press for their drama before its release as well.
So Jungkook's idea wasn't born entirely out of selfishness, out of a hungry alpha's perversion. (Only a little bit so.) He thought Jimin could use a real break, a physical and mental one, and bought out a bathhouse for a night so it would be only him and Jimin and a few staff allowed inside.
Jimin looked shocked at the offer. "Hyung, I- I can't accept that, that's too much," Jimin stuttered out, cheeks already flushing a rosier color. Jungkook took Jimin's hand, those smaller fingers warm as they twined with his own, and smiled reassuringly.
"It wasn't nearly as expensive as you might be thinking. Just one night after work to relax your mind and body, no worries, no expectations, and no strangers to worry about stripping down in front of."
Just me, Jungkook's alpha howled inside of his chest.
Jimin agreed, even after Jungkook informed him very sternly that no, Jimin couldn't help pay for it in any way.
And the date was set. Jungkook, still fresh out of his rut, pulled Jimin into a hug that made the young omega shiver in his arms, and as the syrupy scent of Jimin's arousal filled Jungkook's nose, all he thought was, Soon, angel.
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Jungkook drives them to the bathhouse after their filming day has ended, and Jimin realizes, a little belatedly, that he's nervous. More than nervous, actually.
Jungkook-hyung is... so handsome, so nice. Too nice. It still doesn't quite feel real, that he would go out of his way to this extent to do something for Jimin's well-being, too close to the fantasy situations Jimin daydreams about when he's supposed to be studying Japanese.
There's one particular fantasy Jimin loves, where they meet for the first time at an onsen instead of on a filming set, and the alpha sticks close to Jimin's side, curling a possessive arm around Jimin's waist as they soak in the water, both naked, the alpha's scent so musky and warm—
It's a silly fantasy. Jimin is sure this will be more like regular bathhouse trips, scrubbing and dozing off in the sauna and eating boiled eggs. Not nearly as sexy as anything Jimin's horny omega wants to imagine.
"Whatever you'd like to do," Jungkook says in a low voice when they arrive, greeting the single staff member at the front desk after they've taken off their shoes, Jungkook's bag with toiletries still slung over his shoulder. "Just tell me and we'll do it. This is for you, after all."
"B- But hyung just got off his rut too..." Jimin murmurs, face heating as soon as the words leave his lips. He didn't plan to bring it up — it's personal, the details of their mating cycles, and Jungkook is his senior — but Jungkook's woodsy scent is still so dark with the lingering smell of rut, the alpha musk that makes Jimin's knees weak whenever Jungkook stands too close.
Jungkook pauses outside of the room marked for Alphas, raising his eyebrows. "I did."
"So you might be, you know," Jimin is close to whining, his cheeks warm. "Sore, or- or aching or something like that. After my heats, ah..." Jimin trails off before he ends up oversharing and wanting to die of humiliation.
Of course Jungkook doesn't want to know how Jimin feels achy and stiff after trying to fuck himself with his fingers and toys for days, barely satisfied during his heat without a real knot.
Jungkook's nostrils flare, and then he clears his throat. "I feel fine, really. A couple days of knotting a toy isn't much compared to what omegas go through, hmm, is it?" Jungkook asks, voice almost teasing, and Jimin ducks his head.
He's so embarrassed. He was supposed to be mature around Jungkook, not act like a nosy virgin, feeling a spike of arousal shoot into his belly just from Jungkook talking about knotting. "Sorry, hyung. I just thought—"
"No, don't apologize, sweetheart. I'm touched you would be thinking about me, ah, that's just like you." Jungkook laughs softly. "Our kind Jiminie. But I promise this is for you, let hyung treat you."
Jimin's lips are still parted in surprise at the pet name when Jungkook steps into the locker room marked for alphas, turning around when Jimin doesn't follow.
"Jimin-ah?"
Jimin laughs, a nervous giggle of a sound. "Hyung, alphas and omegas can't bathe in the same room."
But Jungkook just stares at him expectantly. "It's just us here. Why shouldn't we be allowed to?"
"I—" But Jimin doesn't finish. He isn't sure what to say. It's not proper, he thinks, but wouldn't that be rude to say to Jungkook, who has gone through all this trouble to provide Jimin with a healing experience? God, Jungkook might even think Jimin is implying that he can't control himself, and that's not it at all...
Jungkook is mature, kind. It's Jimin who feels inexplicably nervous about stripping down with the older man, baring himself to someone he has a little crush on, but if it doesn't bother Jungkook, then Jimin can act mature too. He nods. "Okay, s- sorry. It's just usually—"
"When there are more people here it's safer to stay separated, yes, that's true," Jungkook answers with a smile, reaching out for Jimin's hand and leading him into the locker room, setting down their bag of shower supplies. "But you won't shock me just by undressing, sweetheart. And I'm sure you can handle the sight of me naked too, yeah?" He says it with a smirk, clearly meant as playful, but Jimin's mouth has already gone dry, his heart thudding quickly in his chest, cheeks probably still pink.
Jeon Jungkook naked. How can Jimin handle that?
Well, he guesses he's about to find out.
Since they're alone they don't bother locking their things away. Jimin slowly follows Jungkook's example when he begins to strip, starting by unbuckling his belt (Jimin swallows), unbuttoning his dress shirt (heat rushes into Jimin's belly), and then pushing down his pants and underwear in one go to step out of them, his shirt joining the pile until Jungkook is completely bare in front of him.
Jimin's lips are parted, breaths coming out in quick, shallow huffs, and he can't stop staring. He knows he's being rude, and he still can't stop staring.
"Jimin-ah," Jungkook says in a low voice, an amused mumble. "Go ahead, you too."
Jimin clumsily starts to undress, but his eyes remain fixed on Jungkook's body. His broad shoulders and firm chest, arms thick with muscle, his full sleeve of tattoos, his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips leading to his pelvis, his muscled thighs, his—
"What are you doing, huh?" Jungkook asks with a short laugh when Jimin gets tangled up trying to take off his shirt because he was too busy ogling Jungkook's half-hard alpha cock. Jimin whines in response.
Jungkook steps forward to help him out of the tangled shirt, pulling the material up and freeing Jimin's arms. "Jimin-ah, you're so red. It's okay, baby, you can look at hyung if you want. Our bodies are natural, you don't have to be embarrassed if you're curious."
Jungkook speaks so warmly, so calmly, but Jimin feels like he's going to start trembling when he's finally naked in front of Jungkook, his dark nipples immediately pebbling stiff, his fingers twitching with the urge to cover between his legs. He sneaks another look at Jungkook's cock and his pussy clenches up, as if already aching to feel it inside him.
A quiet whimper builds in Jimin's throat. Since when is he this shameless, this openly horny? But mentally scolding himself doesn't make his body want it any less.
There's a sharp inhale when Jungkook steps back, when he takes in the sight of Jimin fully. There's a change in his scent, a heady spike, even if the alpha's face is carefully blank. "Oh, Jimin-ah," he breathes out. "Look at you."
Jimin turns his face away, cheeks burning, teeth nervously digging into his lip. Jungkook's gaze feels like a physical touch. "Hyung. I- I'm shy."
"Shy?" Jungkook grins slowly, eyes glittering darkly. "There's no reason to be shy around me, sweetheart. You're gorgeous." He leans in close while Jimin is still dazed from the compliment, the raw honesty in Jungkook's voice that makes Jimin think he means what he says, and Jungkook tucks his face into the side of Jimin's neck, nose dragging across his scent gland.
Jimin's knees buckle, a gasp leaving his lips when Jungkook immediately catches him around the waist.
"Whoa, easy," Jungkook laughs, palm wide and warm over the small of Jimin's back as he continues to breathe in Jimin's scent, goosebumps breaking out over Jimin's skin at the arousing, ticklish sweeps of Jungkook's nose where he's so sensitive. It feels like even more because he's completely naked, vulnerable in a way he's never been with an alpha. And certainly not one older, so attractive and kind, now taking in Jimin's scent like he's hungry for it. "Sorry, I, ah. Shouldn't have done that without asking. Your scent is..."
But Jungkook doesn't finish. He lets go of Jimin, his stare dark and piercing, and Jimin says, "It's okay. Y- You smell really nice too."
Jungkook's smile wrinkles the corners of his eyes, and Jimin pulse picks up at the handsome sight of it. "You're too sweet, Park Jimin. Let's go wash up now, hm?" He motions for Jimin to head into the room with the baths first, and Jimin wonders if he's imagining it, the way it feels like Jungkook's stare lingers on his ass when he walks ahead.
The heat that twists low in Jimin's belly is frantic and confused, enjoying the attention even though he's overwhelmed by it.
Jimin finds a stool to sit on in front of the wall of open showers and squeezes his thighs together when Jungkook sits down next to him, setting out their shower supplies: shampoo, soap, face wash, and towels for scrubbing. At least like this, it's easier for Jimin to hide his nudity. Being shirtless isn't so scary, but Jimin is afraid of how his body will react, if Jungkook is able to stare at his bare pussy, if he can see how Jimin's folds are already swollen darker with arousal, probably glistening with his slick, just from having Jungkook naked right next to him.
If Jungkook senses Jimin's inner turmoil at all — whether through scent or from Jimin's shy posture — he's at least polite enough not to comment on it. He gives Jimin a reassuring smile and then turns on the showerhead to wet his dark hair, letting water cascade down his body, all that muscle and smooth skin. Jimin squeezes his thighs together harder, helpless arousal pulsing through him at the sight.
It's better than porn, watching Jungkook rinse off. Way better.
Jimin feels clumsy again following what Jungkook does, the alpha so handsome with his hair pushed back off his forehead, dripping wet, broad body hunched on the small stool. But the water feels nice and the scent of the soap Jungkook brought is soft and relaxing, something like lavender and chamomile, so Jimin shoves aside his thirst and busies himself with cleaning up.
Jungkook starts a conversation after a couple minutes, low and casual, asking Jimin about his music and choreography, if his company is treating him well. There's real concern in his voice that trickles warmth down Jimin's spine, the instinctual pleasure of an alpha wanting to look out for him, to know that Jimin is taken care of.
It doesn't sound like Jungkook is just saying it to be polite. He touches Jimin's elbow when he asks, meeting Jimin's eyes with his lips slightly parted, head tilting as he listens to Jimin speak.
"You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen," Jungkook comments, and Jimin tries to curl up where he's sitting, suddenly bashful at the compliment. Jungkook clicks his tongue, sliding his hand from Jimin's elbow down to his wrist, fingers lightly squeezing. "Tch, I mean it! Jimin-ah, will you let hyung wash your back for you? Your hair? Let me treat you, baby."
Baby. A shudder runs through Jimin at the word, how good it sounds in Jungkook's voice. How can Jimin say no? He nervously licks his lips but nods anyway, his voice gone a little raspier when he tries to joke, "The real 'scrubbing from an ahjussi' bathhouse experience, ah..."
Jungkook barks out a surprised laugh, fingers squeezing briefly at the back of Jimin's neck, a playful scruffing.
But it doesn't feel just playful, when Jimin is already so worked up. He gasps, slick gushing from his entrance at the shock of Jungkook's squeezing touch, the way it imitates a bite, and Jungkook suddenly goes very still next to him.
Heat washes through Jimin, the prickling warmth of humiliation but he feels dazed, too, meek and submissive from having his neck scruffed like that. His omega was already riled up from the moment Jungkook started to undress, and every reminder of Jungkook's mature presence just seems to add to the desire heating Jimin up inside, the yearning.
He wants Jungkook to pin him down and bite him for real. He's so wet, Jungkook has to be able to smell how much Jimin wants it.
Jungkook finally clears his throat and says, in a much deeper voice than before, "Call me ahjussi all you want, sweetheart, but I don't think you dislike it."
"Sorry," Jimin blurts out, shivering again when Jungkook touches the scrubbing cloth to his back, sweeping over his skin gently at first. Jungkook sits so close that his scent is now even thicker than the soap, dark and enticing, when Jimin breathes in. "I was just joking, I- I didn't mean—"
"I know. I was teasing as well. Does it bother you, omega, that I'm older? Maybe I just come off like a dirty old man." Even as Jungkook says it, Jimin's thoughts are still full of Jungkook's broad, toned body, his bright eyes and sharp jaw line, his good looks that are so far from what Jimin would ever describe as old man.
"You don't," Jimin rushes to say. "Not at all. Hyung, really, I'm sorry."
"Jimin-ah," Jungkook calls sweetly, lips brushing Jimin's nape when he says it, and Jimin squeezes his eyes shut as more heat pulses through him, pussy clenching up, suddenly so needy, so empty. Jungkook's presence and scent just make him hot all over, giving away how out of control Jimin feels when they're close. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. There's a bit of truth to it, anyway."
Jimin swallows when Jungkook doesn't elaborate. Is he calling himself dirty...?
"Ah," Jimin huffs out, an involuntary noise when Jungkook scrubs harder, and there's a warm laugh by his ear.
"Did that startle you? Ah, sweetheart. You already have such beautiful skin."
"Thank you," Jimin whispers, dropping his head forward. It's out of desperation to change the subject when he says, "Hyung, your- your tattoos look amazing too. I've never seen them in full..."
Jungkook pauses his scrubbing and instead wraps his right arm around Jimin completely, a loose hold and the glide of wet, bare skin, a smile in his voice when he whispers into Jimin's ear, "These tattoos?"
Jimin exhales shakily and nods. He lets his fingers trace the dark ink on Jungkook's forearm, glancing back only to realize how close Jungkook is sitting behind him, the way it feels like he's being held in the alpha's arms. Like this, his back is almost pressed flush against Jungkook's broad chest. Jungkook's scent is overwhelming, enough that Jimin starts to squeeze his thighs together just trying to find relief for the ache in his pussy, the dull throb in his swelling clit.
It's not the kind of friction Jimin's body craves right now, but he's already playing with fire, being so aroused with an alpha, naked, alone...
"They're beautiful," Jimin manages to choke out, eyes fluttering shut when Jungkook kisses the top of his shoulder. His breath hitches at the gentle brush of Jungkook's lips over his skin. Is it normal to be this sensitive?
"Thank you. I was only a year or two older than you when I started getting them. Almost ten years now."
Eyes still closed, Jimin desperately tries not to think about that too, about the reminder of how much older Jungkook is. Why do you like that so much, Jimin mentally whines to his omega, and doesn't get an answer, but simply more pooling heat until Jungkook is drawing his arm back.
"Can I wash your hair for you next?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin blurts out, "But I want to wash hyung's back too."
He can't see Jungkook's expression, but he can hear the patience in his tone, even if Jungkook hesitates. "Ah, sweetheart. You don't have to. This is for your relaxation, remember?"
"I want to. Please?" He turns around then, pouting up at Jungkook, and watches with something like a burst of satisfaction when Jungkook's throat bobs with a swallow.
"Okay. But don't be too rough, my skin isn't as supple as yours..."
"Stop," Jimin laughs, embarrassed and still helplessly turned on.
There's something comforting about scrubbing Jungkook's back, even as broad and attractively muscled as it is, the evidence of his strong naked body flustering Jimin. Domestic, Jimin thinks, already filing away the moment for some silly fantasy he'll have the next time he's supposed to be studying.
"That feels nice," Jungkook murmurs, rolling his neck as Jimin's small hands sweep up and down his back, breath catching when Jungkook speaks. "You know, I thought maybe you'd be shier about this, but you're good at it. Do you have experience bathing alphas, Jimin-ah?"
"Quiet," Jimin says, face heating at the thought. "Hyung, you- you know I don't. You're the first..."
Jungkook turns around slowly, eyes dragging down Jimin's body, and Jimin resists the urge to drop the small towel to cover his lap. "The first?"
"First alpha I've been around like this," Jimin mumbles, biting back a squeak when Jungkook grabs his shoulders and turns Jimin around so that he can begin to wash Jimin's hair. "Wait, your back—"
"I'll rinse it, don't worry." There's a smile in Jungkook's low voice. "Am I the first naked alpha you've touched, sweetheart?"
Jimin licks his lips, suddenly nervous, even when Jungkook's hands work the shampoo so gently into his hair. He tips his head back into the touch, making sure to keep his eyes closed. "Yes."
"What a privilege," Jungkook whispers, and there's a light, soft touch to the tip of Jimin's nose.
Jimin's heart thuds in his chest. Did Jungkook kiss him?
"Just relax, little one. Hyung is here."
Jimin sighs, and then tries to do as Jungkook says. He lets himself feel instead of overthinking the intimacy of what they're doing, tipping his head into Jungkook's hands as his scalp is massaged, his belly warm when Jungkook is so careful not to get water in Jimin's eyes as he rinses out his hair.
Jimin is almost sad for it to be over, once they're rinsed off and ready to soak in the hot bath.
(And that was its own awkward moment, with Jimin quickly sneaking his hand between his legs, short fingers spreading his folds as he aimed the showerhead there, trying to rinse away some of the slick gathered at his entrance. Jimin had to bite back a moan at the delicious pressure of the water over his clit so Jungkook wouldn't suspect anything as he rinsed out his hair.)
"You don't like the cold bath?" Jungkook asks, stepping into the tub — more of a small pool, really — first, the water only coming up to the middle of his chest as he leans back into the tub wall. Jimin shakes his head.
"I know you're supposed to, for circulation, but being cold even for a few minutes isn't pleasant to me. If this is for relaxing, I'd rather be in here, ah." Jimin's eyes roll back and his lips part with a silent moan when he lowers into the tub next to Jungkook, the clear water hot without being scalding. "Ohhh."
Jungkook huffs out a laugh, but it sounds strangled. "Listen to you."
Jimin just hums, risking a look at Jungkook's face and noticing how dark his eyes have gotten, his posture too stiff like he's tense.
"Hyung," Jimin murmurs, voice soft, "you should relax too."
He doesn't know what he's expecting, after saying it, but it's not Jungkook's hands suddenly sliding around his waist under the water, gripping his hips firmly and guiding Jimin onto his lap.
Jimin gasps, trying to squirm back instinctively from Jungkook's hold even as his stomach clenches hotly, because his legs are spread like this, straddling Jungkook's lap, the alpha will be able to feel—
"Shhh," Jungkook hushes him, smoothing a hand up Jimin's trembling back, guiding him closer as Jimin's heart beats wildly in his chest, droplets of water trailing down his shoulders now that he's out of the water from his chest up. Jimin is so aware of the quietness in the room, then, that he wonders if Jungkook can hear his pounding heart. "You're okay. Hyung just wants to ask you something personal, sweetheart."
Heat curls, anxious and yearning, in the pit of Jimin's stomach. He bites at his lip, eyelashes fluttering when Jungkook reaches up, tugging with a scolding click of his tongue until Jimin's lip pops free from his teeth.
"Don't do that, your mouth is too lovely to bruise up. Jimin-ah." Jungkook takes a deep breath, and when he speaks, his voice comes out deeper than before, his face especially handsome like this with his hair still wet and slicked back, eyebrows dark, gaze darker. "Are you close to your heat?"
Jimin stills, even if his heart doesn't stop its frantic beating in his chest. "Heat?"
"Yes. Your scent is... It's been strong this whole time, like." Jungkook cuts off, and Jimin's eyes widen when his head tips back with a rough laugh, his fingers squeezing lightly at Jimin's hips.
It's the first time Jimin has ever seen Jungkook look like he isn't entirely in control. Because of him?
"I- I might be in preheat, but my cycle isn't regular enough for me to predict it," Jimin stutters out, cheeks hot, belly even hotter. It's embarrassing, talking about this with Jungkook, but even more than that he feels pinned in place by Jungkook's wild gaze, his omega eager for the attention for some reason. "I usually wake up already in heat and then call to- to let manager-hyung know."
"Fuck," Jungkook swears, and Jimin leans back only for Jungkook to drag him close again, close enough for Jimin to let out a whine when he feels Jungkook's stiff cock poking his belly under the water.
Jimin has never— Jungkook is hard, and they're both naked, but Jimin has never—
"Shh, don't worry," Jungkook tells him, maybe picking up on Jimin's distress. "Jimin-ah. I brought it up because your scent is dripping with arousal, with confusion and neediness. But I'm not going to fuck you, baby."
The whine that escapes Jimin's lips is involuntary, a pathetic little mewl of rejection. Jungkook laughs roughly again, tipping his forehead against Jimin's collar bone. Jimin suddenly wishes that Jungkook would mark him there with an intensity that frightens him, how much he wants to wear the alpha's claim in some way.
"Are you trying to tempt me into doing otherwise, huh? Hyung is holding back right now for your sake." Jungkook lifts his head, lips brushing over Jimin's scent gland, and just like that, Jimin can feel the gush of slick where his legs are spread over Jungkook's lap, the way his pussy clenches up around nothing. Jungkook's scent just grows thicker. "I don't think you realize how much I'm holding back, Park Jimin."
"I'm sorry," Jimin gasps, and Jungkook hums as his lips trail across Jimin's throat, both arousal and submission spiking hot into Jimin's belly.
"I'm not going to fuck you, because you deserve better than your first time being in a bathhouse. Also, it would be rude to the staff who have to clean here," Jungkook mumbles as an afterthought, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "But you'd really let me, baby, hm? If hyung pulled you down onto his hard cock right now, would you squirm and cry or would you just moan for it, beg for my knot?"
Jimin feels dizzy, thoughts swimming, lips parting but no sound coming out until he breathes, "Hyung, p- please—"
"Ah, you're right, I shouldn't tease. That's not fair." Jungkook's voice is so deep, so alpha that every word seems to rumble through Jimin's body, and he can't tell if Jungkook is doing it on purpose or not. His lips brush Jimin's ear, and Jimin shudders as Jungkook continues, "It's not right for you to have your first time like this, but if it will help you relax, omega... I can get you off."
As he says it, Jungkook hugs Jimin close until the alpha's hard cock is straining hard up against his lower belly, and all Jimin has to do is lean forward slightly to press his spread pussy up against the length of it.
Jimin's omega makes the decision for him, instinct drowning out any voice of reason left in Jimin's head, any lingering hesitation or shyness. "Alpha," he moans softly, closing the distance until their chests are touching, and lower between them under the water, Jimin's pussy rubs near the base of Jungkook's cock, the already-swelling knot catching at his folds.
Jimin is so sensitive, so overwhelmed. He's sure that if he reached down between his legs right now, he'd be able to feel how slick he is, a different wet from the warm bath water.
"Like this?" Jungkook asks quietly, guiding Jimin's hips into a slow grind up and down the jutting length of his cock, where Jimin's timid humping keeps it pinned to Jungkook's abs, giving Jimin something firm to rub over.
He's so big. Jimin knew he would be, after seeing Jungkook half-hard, but he's huge, long and thick, Jimin can feel it each time he rubs forward.
"Uh huh," Jimin answers belatedly. This time when he bites at his plump bottom lip, Jungkook doesn't scold him for it. The alpha starts to lift his hips to meet Jimin's inexperienced rocking in his lap, the tightening pleasure in the pit of Jimin's belly to finally have something to rub his swollen clit on, sparking a desperate heat that already has him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
He can't stop clenching up, imagining how Jungkook would feel inside. Jimin's folds spread out and hug the fat swell of Jungkook's knot and he whimpers, wanting it, knowing all he'd have to do is slide up and then let the head of Jungkook's cock nudge into place where it belongs, sink back down and take Jungkook so deepdeep inside of him, filling him, all the way into his tummy—
"Your scent," Jungkook growls, hips bucking, and Jimin cries out and grabs at Jungkook's shoulders, fingernails digging into skin and firm muscle as Jungkook humps up against him harder, cock rubbing roughly at Jimin's spread pussy, over his clit. "What are you thinking about to make you smell so inviting, little omega?"
"Inviting?" Jimin aches with how much he wants to come now, heat pulsing through him, the shivering-pleasure of grinding on Jungkook's cock. He isn't sure if he could stop moving now even if someone else walked in. He mewls at the thought.
Jungkook's hands leave Jimin's hips to cup his ass instead, fingers grabbing at the round flesh, dragging Jimin closer that way and spreading his cheeks in the process. A desperate little wail leaves Jimin's lips, and he throws his arms around Jungkook's neck and holds tightly, hiding his face in the alpha's neck. He pants, his pussy throbbing with need, both his holes clenching and empty.
"Hyung—"
"Fuck, ah, it's— Jimin-ah." Jungkook chokes out a sound that's almost a laugh, rough and breathless too. "You smell like you want me to bury myself in your cunt. That's what hyung means by inviting."
Jimin's face burns with his blush. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be." Jungkook's lips brush the lobe of Jimin's ear, tongue lapping over the scent gland on his neck, making Jimin shudder in pleasure, submission. "My scent isn't any better. It's hot, sweetheart, that your omega is so ready for me, even if I think it's too soon. It's natural to want this."
"But I've never—"
"I know," Jungkook growls. The sound alone has Jimin gushing more slick. His face burns at the thought of Jungkook being able to feel it. "I know you haven't. It's okay."
"I want you," Jimin whimpers. He doesn't know what else to say, feverish with how desperate he is, the water sloshing around them as Jimin frantically rubs himself over Jungkook's cock, little moans spilling from his lips, ah ah ah.
"Baby," Jungkook moans, gripping Jimin's ass tighter, rocking up with him. "You drive me fucking crazy, what am I going to do with you, huh?"
Jimin's lips part with his cry, face hidden in Jungkook's neck as his legs tense under the water, toes curling when the pleasure builds and builds, too hot and too tight to ignore. His clit is so swollen, so sensitive. "Hyung, I'm gonna— It's close, please, gonna come—"
"That's it." Jungkook's voice is low, tinged with just as much desperation as Jimin feels, and Jimin gasps when he starts to come, body trembling through his release, pussy clenching up with each blindingly pleasurable wave of it.
Jungkook's cock remains hard where it's trapped between their bodies, throbbing, the scent of the alpha's arousal so strong that all Jimin can do is cling to Jungkook and whine.
"Baby," Jungkook breathes, running his hands up Jimin's back, holding him tight. "Sweet baby. You sound beautiful when you come."
Jimin's eyes squeeze shut as another wave of pleasure rocks through him, the aftershocks of his orgasm. "H- Hyung, ah."
"Jimin-ah," Jungkook says, and then he's suddenly grabbing at Jimin's thighs and lifting him out of the bath, onto the raised floor next to it, climbing out of the water as well.
Jimin gasps in surprise. Holy shit. Jungkook lifted him like it was nothing. When Jimin's legs fall open, lying there on his back with the alpha staring down at him, he can't even help it. He aches for Jungkook so badly.
"Didn't want to do this in the bath," Jungkook chokes out, his words more growl than speech, and he kneels over Jimin's body, his hand suddenly gripping his hard cock. "Look at you. You're so— wet, so swollen up, omega, are you really this needy for me?"
"Yes," Jimin moans. He doesn't know where this new shamelessness comes from but more heat floods him as Jungkook jerks off above him, gaze fixed on Jimin's spread pussy. "A- Alpha, please."
Jungkook swears, chin dropping to his chest, a low groan torn from his throat. "Omega." His hand moves fast over his cock, now aimed at Jimin's belly, and with a wild spike of pleasure, Jimin realizes what Jungkook means to do. What his alpha is probably desperate to do, the same way Jimin's omega is desperate to submit and be good.
"You can mark me," he tells the alpha as he watches Jungkook's cock slip through his tight fist, flushed so dark like it's angry, his knot fat too, balls swollen and drawn tight to Jungkook's body. Jimin's gaze focuses on the precum wet at Jungkook's slit and he licks his lips, arching his back slightly off the floor. "You- You can get me messy, alpha, please—"
Jungkook starts to come with a gasp, a choked sound as he spills wet over Jimin's trembling stomach, spurt after long spurt of his cum, the scent of it so musky and thick. Jimin's omega goes wild at the claim, both submissive and aggressive, mewling as Jungkook uses the tip of his cock to push the mess around Jimin's pale belly like he's possessed by his own alpha to do so.
His cock is still swollen so big, so hot against Jimin's skin. "Alpha, a-ah."
"Omega," Jungkook breathes out, and then he's bending over, lowering his chest to the floor. He pulls at Jimin's thighs until they're spread so wide that Jimin can feel the strain, the clench of his exposed entrance, and then Jungkook covers Jimin's pussy with his mouth.
Jimin gasps, body trying to curl up from the new sensation, the bursting heat. "W- Wait, you shouldn't—"
"Need you to come again," Jungkook says, all growl, his tongue laving hot and wide over the sensitive skin of Jimin's pussy, his clit and his puffy folds. "You taste heavenly. Jimin-ah."
Jimin flushes with embarrassment, with desire that feels so urgent and animal, Jimin is mindless with it. The heat in his belly draws tighter, pussy clenching up helplessly under Jungkook's licks, over and over. "Ah, ahh!"
It's too much, Jungkook's firm licks where Jimin is soaked and needy, the way he suckles at Jimin's clit and the pleasure sparks brighter, too intense for Jimin to stop it. And on top of all that, he smells like Jungkook's. That claiming scent of Jungkook's cum on his skin, the scent of his own arousal, the memory of how good it felt to rub himself over the swell of Jungkook's knot and fantasize about taking his cock inside. His pussy contracts at the thought, greedy, too empty, and Jimin starts to whine, "Alpha, n- need it, please, more—"
Something gently nudges at Jimin's entrance, Jungkook pulling back just to part Jimin's slick, delicate folds and then suck wet kisses over his clit as a finger slowly squeezes inside Jimin's heat, and just like that, Jimin's body is seized by another orgasm.
He comes so hard, his walls clamping desperately around the single finger inside, hips jerking under Jungkook's mouth. "Hyung," Jimin sobs, reaching down with shaky hands, whimpering loudly when Jungkook starts to lap up all the slick from his entrance. Jimin doesn't push Jungkook away, but he curls his fingers around Jungkook's shoulders and squirms. "I- I can't, please."
Dazed with the aftershocks of so much pleasure, new and overwhelming, Jimin's body is limp when Jungkook pulls back. He lifts Jimin from the floor and into his arms, face burying at the side of Jimin's neck, and Jungkook smells so strongly now of omega slick after eating Jimin out that he mewls, shuddering.
"Baby," Jungkook purrs, holding Jimin's wet body close. "I've got you, I'm sorry, was that too much?"
Jimin shakes his head. He isn't sure how Jungkook has the energy to be holding him up right now, but he's grateful. The contact, his bare skin against Jungkook's, feels so nice. His own omega purrs at the attention.
"I got carried away," Jungkook mumbles. "I didn't want to scare you."
"You didn't," Jimin answers quickly, making himself pull back just far enough to meet Jungkook's dark eyes, his breath hitching at how close their faces are. "It- It just felt like a lot. I've never done any of that before... but I'm glad it was with you," he adds in a softer voice, shy because of how much he means it.
Jungkook's throat bobs with a swallow. "Sweetheart. Can I ask you something? You can say no."
Jimin nods, tipping his cheek onto Jungkook's shoulder to rest when holding eye contact becomes too much, Jungkook's gaze too intense, too knowing.
"When you get your heat... call me, and not your manager-hyung. Let me take care of you."
There's a hitch of surprise in Jimin's chest, breath stuttering. His stomach twists nervously. "Really?"
"If you'll have me," Jungkook says warmly, "I'd like to be your first. Satisfy you in the way omegas in heat were meant to be satisfied, hm?"
Jimin is already awash in heat just thinking about it, his omega howling with satisfaction at the idea, but he finds himself blurting out, "But you're so big."
Jungkook's laugh is startled, the smile that follows it so clearly fond. "Sweet little omega, I won't hurt you. Your body is able to stretch for it, especially in heat. Trust me to make it good for you so that you only feel blinding pleasure. Do you want that?"
Jimin thinks maybe he shouldn't decide this so quickly, so rashly, while he's still held close to Jungkook's naked body and wearing his scent claim.
But he wants it. He would be lying to pretend otherwise, and they both know it.
Jimin nods, and Jungkook presses a gentle kiss to the front of Jimin's throat, voice rumbling, "Then it's a date, Park Jimin."