Vanilla Flavoured

by easyjimin

Summary:

It's tradition for an Older Alpha to introduce a newly-presented Omega into Omegahood. Omega Jimin, who just had his presentation, picks Alpha Jungkook, his father’s best friend!

 

NEW PART POSTED 09.03.2024

Chapter 1

 

 

 

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The garden looks incredible during this time of year, especially with how hard the gardener works to keep the rose bushes perfectly trimmed and everything else watered accordingly. 

 

Jimin used to step into the garden at night for comfort when he got too anxious thinking about his future or felt like he was close to failing in school. He used to walk alone for hours, feeling more relaxed in the dark under the sparkling sky than he did in his own nest. 

 

But now the garden seems too small, crowded with all the people that came to bear witness to his presentation and his choice. 

 

Jimin is 20, and a newly present omega- his first heat having ended just five days ago, and now he has to pick the alpha that will help him navigate this new chapter in his life, that will teach him how to be a good omega. His older sister had done it, just like his mother and all his friends who had presented earlier than him, and now it was Jimin’s turn. 

 

Somewhere deep in his heart, he’s very excited because he’s known for a really long time who’s the alpha he wants to choose during his presentation, but he’s also scared of his father’s reaction. 

 

With a last deep inhale, Jimin steps out into the back porch and straightens his back as he walks towards the pavilion where everyone is already waiting for him. He catches his mother’s eyes right as he walks to the front to stand next to his father and her words come rushing back to him. 

 

“Listen to your instincts and everything will be alright, darling.”

 

And that’s exactly what Jimin will do. 

 

“Jimin-ah,” his father smiles brightly, pulling him into a warm hug. “It’s time son, we’ve all been waiting all evening for you.”

 

Jimin smiles apologetically and looks at all his extended family and close friends, brushing some non-existent dirt from his white gown. It’s an incredible piece that had been crafted for him just for this moment. It’s completely white, impeccable, loose around his shoulders and legs but fitted perfectly around his narrow waist to accentuate the healthy curve of his hips. Jimin is very much a young omega in his prime and if any wolf wouldn’t be able to smell that in his ripe scent, peaches and vanilla almost intoxicating now that he has presented, they would for sure be able to tell it by his plump ass, hips and thighs and lack of defined muscles in lew of soft curves, everything about him radiating softness.

 

He gulps down his nerves, avoiding to look at the tiny table on the right where he knows his father’s best friend sits with two other very important people from the company. He keeps his head high and back straight as he addresses the guests. “Thank you all for being here today. And thank you so much for all of your gifts, I appreciate your thoughtful gesture deeply. I know how important this moment is and although I know the honor bestowed on the alpha that I will choose will be great, I still feel nervous.”

 

His father places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his scent growing a little bit stronger to offer the young omega comfort. Jimin thanks him silently, feeling his omega actually relax a little bit when it recognises his father’s scent. 

 

“Go on, Jimin-ah. Tell us who will be the lucky alpha that will get to introduce my only son into omegahood.”

 

Jimin sweeps the faces of the people he knows so well, recognizing a lot of young alphas he’d met at the charity functions or numerous parties his parents throw every year. His stomach curls. Everyone here expects him to choose a young alpha close to his age, someone that he probably knows well from school- a close friend or maybe a boyfriend if he has one but never told anyone, but that’s not what Jimin wants to do. With one last shaky inhale he settles his gaze on the table at the front, making direct eye contact with the alpha sitting with a glass of wine in his hand, and a gentle smile on his lips. 

 

Heat rushes all over his body, but his voice remains steady. “The alpha I choose to guide and teach me is…Jeon Jungkook.”

 

For a moment a silence so deep its frightening settles over the garden. Jimin swears he can feel a rose petal hit the stone pavement somewhere behind him. And then the world comes crashing down into him when the first gasp escapes one of his aunts and all eyes fly to the alpha Jimin has been staring at. His father’s hand slips from his shoulder and that’s what gets Jimin’s blood pumping with worry. He turns to face his father, ready to beg. 

 

“Appa, I-“ The alpha lifts one hand up, body fully turned to face his best friend who is now standing on his feet, meeting his father’s gaze. Jimin bites his lip, playing with the skin around his nails. What will he do? Will he force Jimin to choose another alpha? Will he force Jungkook to not accept? He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want his father to come between him and the choice he and his omega have made. 

 

“Do you accept?” His father asks, voice booming with authority.

 

Jimin looks at Jungkook, watching carefully as the older alpha steps closer until he’s just two feet away from Jimin and his father. Even when he’s not toe to toe with Jimin, he towers over the omega, standing tall and proud at over six feet, his scent strong and mature, powerful in its subtle dominant richness- roasted coffee beans and sandalwood so potent its almost all Jimin can smell even with so many other wolves around. 

 

The alpha’s eyes settle on Jimin and under his intense gaze, Jimin feels like the pup the older alpha probably sees him as. After all, Jungkook is 40, a powerful and mature Alpha and Jimin is but a newly presented omega, the milky undertone in his scent still present sometimes even after his first heat. It will probably take another two months before it fades completely and his scent shifts to his true omegan scent. But still, he hopes Jungkook will not turn him down. It would be humiliating. It is considered a great honor for an alpha to be chosen by an omega, declining the offer is almost unheard of. His omega whines pitifully, scared that their alpha- Jungkook, not their alpha, will actually turn him down. 

 

Jungkook’s gaze lingers on Jimin’s face for a bit longer, taking one careful and fast sweep of the omega’s body that has Jimin’s cheeks burn bright pink, before facing his best friend fully again. “It would be my honor, Seung-ah.”

 

His father steps closer, clasping his friend’s shoulder, his scent growing stronger as he speaks. “He’s my youngest child. My only son,” his eyes shift to Jimin and the omega holds his breath. “And if he chose you, then that means his omega also chose you and I will not be as cruel as to deny him the right to be guided by the alpha his omega desires. You have my blessing. I trust that you will take good care of him.” 

 

The relief Jimin feels at his father’s words is quickly washed away by a deeply shameful heat in his belly when his eyes lift to look at Jungkook. The alpha smiles gently down at him, looking every bit like the poised man Jimin had always known him to be, but something in him tells him his choice will make him see a new side of the older. 

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

 

Jimin was 16 when he first met Jungkook, and although he was young and naive and too much into the romance novels he used to read religiously every night, he knew what his increased heart rate when he saw the older meant. 

 

Jimin was far too shy and innocent to ever actually imagine he will ever do anything with his father’s best friend. He always looked at the alpha with the innocence of an unpresented omega’s first crush, hoping that it would go away in a few months. But when months turned into years and the crush only grew stronger, Jimin’s mind also grew bolder. 

 

It didn’t help that Jungkook was always so attentive and gentle. Always so strangely attuned to Jimin’s needs even when the omega himself didn’t know them well enough yet.

 

Jimin put it all on the fact that Jungkook was much older, and much more experienced. He probably knew his way around any omega, even his mother seemed to never get angry when Jungkook was around, his aura just doing that to anyone that was close enough to him. He commanded an entire room full of wolves with just a smile, his scent easily detectable even in the middle of a crowd, sandalwood so rich and potent nobody could ever mistake it as something other than the tall alpha’s scent. 

 

Everything about Jungkook made Jimin look up at him with stars swimming in his deep brown eyes. Jimin saw in Jungkook the epitome of a perfect alpha. Everything a true alpha should be. Gentle and careful, caring and soft-spoken but assertive, tall and strong- capable of fighting off any wolves high on wolfsbane that would be a threat to his omega, and most of all, with an aura and personality that could make an omega trust him deeply, never doubt that the alpha has anything but the best intentions in mind for him. 

 

For Jimin, there was no other alpha more capable of introducing him into omegahood other than Jungkook. That’s why, three days after his presentation, Jimin finds himself sitting in his father’s office, legs tucked under himself on the couch, while Jungkook watches him from the other side of the room, leaning on his father’s desk. 

 

Jimin chose to talk with the alpha in his father’s office because this is the only other room in the house where he feels completely calm other than his room, but his room was out of the question as a place for their first official talk. They’ve been here for a while now, already past the small talk and on the more important things. 

 

“Have you tried to make your own nest yet?”

 

Jimin blushes deeply, eyes lowering to the fluffy blanket draped over his lap. He hasn’t but he doesn’t want to tell the older that because that would mean he would have to tell Jungkook why he hasn’t yet and that’s out of the question. He can’t really look the older alpha in the eyes and tell him that it feels wrong to attempt to make his first nest without the alpha’s scent lingering on all his nesting supplies. So Jimin still goes to sleep in the nest he’s had for years, the one his mother put together for him. 

 

“I…uh, yeah.”

 

Jungkook keeps quiet for a while and when he speaks again his scent grows a tiny bit stronger, his voice warmer. “Jimin-ah, why did you choose me?” The alpha asks calmly. 

 

Jimin’s eyes snap up. “B-because I trust you, hyung. I….I only wanted you.” His heart flutters, cheeks burning brighter. 

 

The older hums and smiles at Jimin. He looks especially dashing today in a pair of dark jeans and a fitted white shirt, his full-sleeve on display. Jungkook was usually always dressed to impress, and even though this is probably considered a very simple outfit for the older, he still looks better than any alpha Jimin knows from school. He brushes a hand through the short locks of his hair that look uncharacteristically longer, Jimin doesn’t remember a time where he saw the alpha with anything but side cuts and short hair close to being a buzzcut. He probably forgot to make an appointment to have it cut. 

 

“If you trust me like you say you do, you have to be honest with me, pup. I’m here to help you. To guide you. So let me do that. Why haven’t you tried to make your own nest yet?” 

 

Shame makes Jimin’s throat clog up. He hadn’t wanted Jungkook to figure out that he outright lied to him.  “I….” The truth is hard to get out. What will Jungkook think of him? Will he find it weird that Jimin wants the alpha’s scent in his nest? Will he think Jimin is too…daring for wanting an alpha’s scent in his nest mere days after his first heat? 

 

Jungkook pulls off the mahogany desk and makes his way to the young omega, crouching down in front of the couch. He places one hand over Jimin’s covered knee, but even with the blanket between them the omega almost purrs and releases sweet pheromones because of the touch. 

 

“Tell me, pup. Let Alpha help you.” Jungkook’s dark eyes are big as he gazes at Jimin, even crouching down being at eye level with the omega. His scent is neutral, not too strong to put Jimin on edge in any way. 

 

“Y-your scent…” Jimin breathes out, feeling awfully shy. “I want- my omega- I mean…your scent…..in my…nest.” Jimin closes his eyes the second the words are out of his mouth, fearful of the alpha’s reaction. 

 

But nothing bad happens. Jungkook’s scent doesn’t sour. He doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t laugh. His hand remains firmly placed on Jimin’s knee, scent still neutral. A low hum reaches his ears and the omega opens his eyes to find the older watching him with darker eyes, his jaw slightly clenched. It’s the only reaction he’s showing. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat. 

 

“Does your omega like my scent, Jimin-ah?” Not just my omeg , Jimin wants to say, instead he just nods. “I see. And what about you? Do you want hyung’s scent all over your first nest?” Jimin nods again, this time watching the mole under the older’s lip, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “Then Alpha will do that for you, pup. If it makes you happy, I will do anything.”

 

Something purely driven by instinct makes Jimin sweeten his scent in response, his omega beyond pleased that the alpha will help him make his nest. Jungkook is moving his hand slowly now, caressing Jimin’s knee. 

 

“Should we talk more or do you want to do it now?”

 

As much as he would like to sit here and talk about anything and everything with the alpha, now that he knows he will help Jimin make his first nest, the omega is too excited to sit still. He smiles, feeling giddy. “Now,” he looks up, cheeks aflame. “please,” he adds softly, almost purring when Jungkook’s eyes darken slightly. The alpha leans closer, one hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from the omega’s eyes. He tucks it behind Jimin’s ear, fingers lingering dangerously close to his neck. 

 

“Always so polite, pup. Your father raised you well, hm?” There’s a strange note of edginess in the alpha’s voice. His presence itself feels bigger in the room, almost overwhelming. 

 

“My…my mom too,” Jimin whispers, feeling a little dizzy. Has the alpha’s scent gotten stronger? It seems to burn his lungs, his omega making him inhale it hungrily. 

 

“Of course,” Jungkook agrees easily. “Whoever guided your mom into omegahood did a good job in teaching her how to take care for her pups, just like I will do with you, Jimin-ah. Alpha will make sure to make you a wonderful mother.” 

 

The words, spoken so lowly as the alpha keeps his eyes glued on Jimin’s face, make the omega shudder. Something strange happens in his belly, traveling all the way down between his legs. He feels strange down there, hot and…bothered. Just like he always felt in the last two years around the alpha. A warm puff of air escapes his lips just and he shifts his thighs to apply pressure on the area that makes him feel weird and the alpha’s eyes flash. 

 

His chest expands, nostrils flaring. Jimin watches as if in a trance as the alpha’s eyes lower from his face all the way down to his legs, watching the blanket covering Jimin as if it had personally offended the older.  The air grows static around them, Jimin’s heart beating loudly in his ears. He’s ready to lean forward and reach for the alpha when Jungkook stands up, taking two big steps from Jimin in order to give the younger enough space to stand up as well. 

 

“Lead the way to your room, Omega.”

 

Jimin inhales shakingly, startled by the alpha’s words. Is not uncommon for an Alpha to call a presented omega by their status, but it is quite unheard of outside of mated pairs or family members. He gets up on shaky legs, feeling so utterly small in front of the older alpha that it makes him blush down to his toes. All the way up to the third floor of the mansion where his room is, Jungkook trails behind Jimin, a few steps away, and until they reach his room, the omega actually calms down a little bit. 

 

“My, uh- my nesting supplies are in there,” Jimin points to the pristine white and huge chest by the bed as he walks into the room, blinded slightly by the strong light coming through the huge windows. He stands awkwardly by the foot of his bed, watching the nest he’d slept in for so many years, feeling strangely sad that he will put it aside in order to make his own. But it’s only natural, and he’s a tiny bit excited as well. 

 

“Relax,” Jungkook whispers from behind him suddenly, his warm hand pressed gently on the omega’s lower back. “I will guide you through every step. We will take it slow.”

 

“O-ok.”

 

“Can you take your old nest off for me? Do it slowly and neatly. If you rush, you might upset your omega, this is still something important to you even though you might be ready to make your own.”

 

Jimin nods and moves closer to the bed, feeling light as a feather on his legs. He listens to the alpha and takes the neat his mother had made for him very slowly from his bed. He starts by taking off the pillows first, placing them gently on the couch at the other end of the room. Then he slowly takes each blanket off one by one, folding them neatly and putting them on the couch as well. His omega doesn’t revolt, it barely reacts. He feels calm with his mother’s scent invading his senses along with Jungkook’s own richer sandalwood and comforting coffee beans growing a little stronger in the room the longer they spend in here. When he’s done and there’s only one sheet over his bed, Jimin turns to face Jungkook, feeling weird that he doesn’t know what he should be doing now. 

 

“Do you want to start by placing one or two sheets with only your scent on them?” Jimin shakes his head quickly. “Alright, pup. Then go to your nesting supplies and bring Alpha the first sheet you want on the bed so I can scent it for you.”

 

In the back of his mind, Jimin knows that this is not such a big deal. The alpha he chose to introduce him into omegahood is doing his job, teaching Jimin how to make his nest, nothing more. But his heart, and more specifically, his omega makes him feel like this is a monumental moment in his life. He’s not just any omega being guided by a simple alpha he trusts. He’s Jimin- newly presented Jimin, and the alpha is Jungkook , his father’s best friend and the man Jimin has knows since he was 16. So yeah, maybe he feels like fainting as he reaches out and gently picks the first item he wants for his nest, but even though he feels unsure on his legs, he tries to seem in control as much as he can. 

 

When he reaches Jungkook, he has to tilt his head back to look up at the alpha, the soft silky sheet feeling too heavy in his trembling arms. Jungkook smiles reassuringly and takes the sheet from the omega. Jimin takes a step back, eager to see how the alpha will scent his sheet. Will he use his wrist to keep some kind of distance between them? Or will he use his nose to do it? It’s slightly more intimate, but not by much. 

 

Jungkook does neither. Jimin’s heart stops beating when the alpha lifts the sheet to his neck, right over his scent gland and gently rubs the white material over it. The alpha is using his scent gland directly to scent Jimin’s nesting items. His omega purrs loudly and Jimin gets weak in the knees. He almost stumbles back when Jungkook pushes the sheet right back into his arms because it smells so heavenly, so rich and deeply doused in the alpha’s scent that it feels like Jimin is inhaling it straight from the source. 

 

He’s so happy with the scenting that he actually pulls the sheet to his chest for a bit and leans down to brush his nose over it. Jungkook watches him with dark eyes, his voice thick as he speaks. “If an omega is happy with the scenting, he should always let his alpha know.” 

 

Jimin nods and quickly parts his lips to whisper a small thank you, alpha before quickly making his way to the bed. He places the scented sheet gently over the bed, making sure each corner is tucked correctly. And then he runs to his chest and picks up another one and brings it to Jungkook with a shy smile on his face. 

 

Over and over again he gives Jungkook another item to scent and then he gently places each one on the bed in a way it seems right to him. From time to time he stops, unsure of what he should do, but Jungkook is always quick to guide him gently and offer Jimin ideas on how he should place the warmer blankets and the smaller pillows. After what feels like hours, Jimin steps back to take in his first nest. 

 

Maybe it’s not perfect to an omega’s more experienced eye or even an alpha’s, but to him it feels perfect. And it smells perfect. Of him and Jungkook. His omega wags its tail and Jimin turns to face Jungkook with a bashful flutter to his eyes that seems to have the alpha puff his chest out a bit, or maybe Jimin is just imagining things in his fuzzy mind. 

 

“Thank you, Alpha. My first nest is perfect.”

 

Jungkook’s eyes linger on the bed for a moment before finally settling his gaze on the beaming omega. He smiles, one hand coming up again to cup Jimin’s chin. The omega purrs at the skin to skin contact, his heart fluttering. 

 

“Good job, pup. You listened to Alpha so well. Your nest is very pretty.” 

 

Jimin closes his eyes, basking in the way Jungkook caresses his chin with his thumb and the way the alpha’s scent had taken over his room. His nest and Jimin himself smell like they belong to the alpha, it makes Jimin’s mind spin and it also makes that scorching heat inside his belly travel downward again. 

 

“I have to go now,” Jungkook announces after another silent moment. “But I will be back in a few days for another one of our sessions. Be a good Omega for me until then, hm? Don’t give your father and mother any trouble.”

 

“I won’t, hyung,” Jimin says quickly, maybe too quickly. “I will be g-good.”

 

Jungkook’s eyes darken, his gaze lowering to Jimin’s parted lips. “Good,” he gets out through half-clenched teeth and then he’s turning around, leaving Jimin alone in his room. 

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

 

On their second meeting, things take a turn Jimin could never have imagined. 

 

The evening had started in a light way, with the alpha coming to see Jimin dressed in a casual way again, this time in gray sweats and a loose black t-shirt, looking warm and cuddly in a way the omega had never seen the alpha before. They talked for a bit about their past few days, smiling softly and laughing from time to time as Jimin recalled something funny that happened during one of his classes. Everything took a strange turn when Jimin’s mother came into the office and said out loud that she managed to make an appointment for Jimin at the best spa in town for a full-body wax. Jimin had blushed all the way down to his toes, his omega whining in utter embarrassment. How could his mother say that in front of Jungkook?! 

 

But the alpha hadn’t even flinched at the omega’s words, he had actually smiled softly, muttering a thank you Junha, you may go now . And that’s how Jimin found himself in this position, with his heart beating loudly in his ears as he’s talking with Jungkook about something as intimate as his personal hygiene. 

 

“Jimin-ah, this will only work if you truly trust me completely, ok? This is something normal, something that’s part of your next chapter as a presented omega.” Jimin nods, still not daring to look the alpha in the eyes. “Have you ever waxed before?”

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“Mhmm. Then you have nothing to be anxious about. It’s important to keep yourself clean, either by shaving or simply trimming.”

 

Jimin, high on the alpha’s scent and the personal turn in the conversation, finally lifts his eyes up and fixes the alpha with hooded eyelids as he speaks. “W-which one is better?”

 

Jungkook’s whole demeanor changes in a split second. He lifts himself slowly off the desk, chest puffing as he inhales deeply, eyes darkening. His eyes bore into Jimin as he speaks, voice low and thick. “In terms of hygiene, both are just as good. In terms of…other activities, your alpha might prefer waxing over trimming. But what’s most important is for you to like it.”

 

Your alpha might prefer waxing . 

 

“What do y-you….prefer?”

 

Time seems to stand still as they stare at each other. The hand the alpha had been hiding in the pocket of his sweats tightens into a fist and the movement makes Jimin snap his head down to a place he never dared to look at before, the older’s crotch. His throat burns and saliva gathers under his tongue when he’s met with a sight that sends his omega in a frenzy. The alpha is not…hard, at least that’s what Jimin thinks because he can’t actually see the outline of the Jungkook’s…private parts, but what he can see is a massive bulge that has heat spreading up his spine, body trembling. 

 

“Waxing.”

 

“W-what?” Jimin stutters, lost in his mind. 

 

Jungkook steps closer without crouching to face Jimin, standing so close to him that the omega is literally at eye level with the alpha’s crotch. He gulps, the heat between his legs becoming unbearable. 

 

“I said,” Jungkook repeats darkly, tilting Jimin’s head back with two fingers under his chin, “I prefer waxing.”

 

Something wet trickles out of Jimin, down there . It startles him so much that he places his hand right over his crotch, unknowingly applying pressure on a sensitive spot that has a whine slipping out of him. His eyes widen in terror, mortified by his reaction. He’s about to jump from the couch and run away when Jungkook crouches down and blocks Jimin from standing up. 

 

With Jimin sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles, knees spread wide on each side, Jungkook has a perfect view of his crotch. The omega watches closely as the alpha inhales deeply and slowly, as if savoring every last drop of Jimin’s scent. 

 

“Have you ever felt like this before?” The older asks gently. His words are careful, obviously meaning to keep Jimin calm, but his aura speaks of a dark hunger that lingers deep beneath his skin, coming out a tiny bit just slightly when the alpha’s control slips and his eyes flash with something so dark it has Jimin breathing harder. His hand pulls at the blanket until it slips from Jimin’s lap fully. “Tell me pup, use your words.”

 

Jimin whines low in his throat, scared and lost. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He doesn’t know why he’s wet down there, he never got wet before. He’d felt hot a lot while in Jungkook’s presence, but it always went away quickly when he got back in his nest and let his mother’s scent calm him down. But now even his nest smells so strongly of the alpha that Jimin has been feeling dizzy and completely scent-drunk ever since the day he made it. 

 

“Jimin-ah,” Jungkook whispers, thumb stroking over Jimin’s jaw. “Use your words, darling. Alpha is here to help, yeah? Don’t forget that. I’m here to help you with everything .” 

 

He knows. Jimin knows . But this feels too intimate. This feels dirty . It feels like Jungkook shouldn’t see him like this, shouldn’t smell the intoxicating scent Jimin’s omega is releasing now. But….he wants to be honest with the alpha. He wants the alpha’s help and guidance, craves it. 

 

After inhaling slowly and moving his hand away from his crotch, ignoring the ripe scent that suddenly comes straight from between his legs, he parts his lips and speaks. “I d-don’t know what to do,” he reveals, honest in the most vulnerable way. “I… I feel wet…and h-hot.”

 

Jungkook hums in understanding, jaw clenching before relaxing again. “Have you ever felt like this?” Jimin shakes his head. “This is what being aroused feels like, pup. You’re craving release, the touch of an alpha or your own.” 

 

“My own?” Jimin’s mind is spinning with the information. “I don’t know what- what does that mean? I don’t want to-“

 

“ Shhh , darling. Remember Alpha is here to help, yeah?” He stands up to bring their faces closer, trapping Jimin into the couch with his muscled arms resting on each side of the omega’s head. The younger gasps, his muscles relaxing instinctively as his legs actually slip open wider. What is he doing? What is happening? 

 

“Do you want Alpha to guide you like I did when you made your nest?”

 

“Yes!” Jimin says quickly, his breathing ragged. The heat between his legs physically aches . He wants the alpha to help him. 

 

“Good. Lift your hips for me and take your shorts off.” Jimin hurries to do just that, keeping eye contact with the alpha as he shakily drags his shorts down his shaved legs. When he’s done he waits awkwardly for the next command. “Lift your knees up and place your heels on the edge of the couch. Just like that, pup. Now slide your feet apart. More. A little bit more, pup. Good . Good, that’s it.”

 

Jimin’s eyes cross as he looks at the alpha, his body burning. His legs are spread wide apart, black panties out in the open for the alpha to see. But Jungkook doesn’t look down between his legs, he keeps his eyes focused on Jimin, his dark gaze calculating. 

 

“Put one hand on my arm.” Jimin lifts his hand and places it over the alpha’s tattoos. “Grip tightly if you want to and don’t be scared of hurting me, Alpha can take anything you give me.” Jimin nods, blood boiling, nerves on his alert. “Take your other hand and place it on your neck. There, just like that. Now, trail it slowly down your chest. Good, pup. Over your belly. Now down….down. There .” 

 

Jimin’s mouth falls open into an o , eyebrows scrunching. His hand feels heavy on his panties, covering his whole pussy. He’d never been interested in touching himself like this before, and now he understands he might have been an idiot because this feels phenomenal .

 

“Press as hard as you can and roll your hips forward into your hand. Slowly. Just like that. Good, Omega.” 

 

Jimin closes his eyes, breathing loudly as he chases more of that mind-blowing feeling. He starts moving his hips faster, pushing his pussy into his palms harder and harder. His movements are uncoordinated. He stops from time to time, too overwhelmed and he just pushes his palm over his clothed clit, whining deep in his throat before rolling his hips again. 

 

He’s floating. Flying up high in the clouds. Jungkook keeps praising him and whispering over him, telling the omega how to move better, how to angle his hips up and use his feet to put more force into his thrusts. Jimin listens to every word like it’s the last thing he will ever do. 

 

“A-alpha!” He gasps after a particular good roll that has pleasure shooting up his spine. He’s so wet that his panties are completely soaked and that makes him feel strangely proud. His omega pushes him to spread his legs wider, scent sweetening, as if to show the older how good he’s being, how receptive and sensitive he is. “I- hyung I-“

 

“Let go, pup,” Jungkook whispers over his cheek, lips brushing Jimin’s heated and wet skin. He’s crying? “Take a deep breath and let go. Don’t think, just feel . Alpha wants to see you come. Do it for me, Omega.”

 

Jimin’s eyes widen, hips moving with blind hunger faster and faster, the hand on Jungkook’s arm holding on to the alpha’s muscles for dear life. He’s spinning, unable to breathe properly, the heat in his belly turning into an incredible pressure that has him sobbing, begging for it to stop. Begging for more. More. More.

 

When that pressure finally breaks, turning into mindblowing pleasure, Jimin screams . He cries out the alpha’s name and moans as he continues to rut into his hand, feeling the way his pussy throbs. There’s not a single coherent word in his mind or on his lips, all he can do is cry and try to breathe. 

 

Jungkook shifts and wraps an arm around Jimin’s middle, pulling the omega’s lower body up and a bit closer to him until his pussy is so close to the alpha’s bulge that Jimin is sure the older can feel his heat . 

 

“So good. Perfect. Perfect Omega.” Jimin mewls, curling his hands around the older’s neck, feeling vulnerable and shy after all that. He hides his face in Jungkook’s chest, small puffs of air leaving his lips. “You can do that whenever you feel like it, pup. When you’re alone in your room, at night,” he starts, voice growing deeper, darker. “You can take your pretty panties down and touch yourself better.” 

 

“I- I don’t know h-how.”

 

“You will know, darling. All you have to do is try and your body will guide you.”

 

“I want you to guide me, hyung.”

 

“I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet, but soon. Promise.”

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

 

For the next month, life for Jimin becomes an endless loop of going to classes, eating, and then getting into bed with his panties down to his knees.

 

The first time he does it, he’s so utterly embarrassed by his own actions and most importantly thoughts that he doesn’t manage much. A touch here and there, a small roll of his hips and then he’s grunting in frustration as he pulls the covers over his body and promptly goes to sleep, heart beating erratically in his chest. 

 

The second time is not much better either. The third….well, you can guess, the same. But slowly, gradually, even though he doesn’t feel that blinding pleasure he did with Jungkook, Jimin starts learning more about his own body. 

 

It feels exhilarating, freeing . 

 

He traces the lines of his own skin like never before, learning every tiny spot that makes his back arch, caressing gently over every part that has that heat between his legs grow stronger and stronger. And when he manages to make himself come for the first time all alone, Jimin feels like an omega for the first time in his life. 

 

He finds himself smiling like a fool up at the ceiling; small and breathy laughs escaping his lips as his lungs burn with Jungkook’s scent that’s still so strong in his nest. He’s all alone, just him and his wild heartbeat and the heavy undertones of his arousal, but Jimin doesn’t feel alone, he feels like Jungkook is right there with him, smiling proudly at him. 

 

At the end of the month, Jungkook comes back from the business trip he had to take abruptly and although Jimin is almost intoxicating everyone in the house with his pheromones because he’s just that thrilled to see the older alpha again, he has to wait some more because his father drags his friend to his office for a private talk. 

 

Jimin is restless when he slowly goes up the stairs and places his ear on the door, simply too curious to force himself back downstairs. He has to know why his father suddenly wanted to talk privately with the other alpha. His brain tells him that it’s nothing to be worried about because they are best friends, of course his father would want some alone time with Jungkook to maybe catch up, but his omega is worried, pushing Jimin to keep his ear glued to the door. 

 

“The office reeked of his arousal, of yours as well!” His father’s strained voice reaches his ears and Jimin has to bite back his gasp. He’s never heard his father raise his voice like that. 

 

“ Seung-ah, I’m just doing my job.” Jungkook replies, his voice calm. Jimin tries not to let his words get to him. Just doing my job . Was that all he thought when he had Jimin pinned to the couch while the omega was rutting into his own palm; vulnerable like that for the first time in front of an alpha?

 

“ Your job is to teach him how to nest and scent other wolves, not get him so wet he comes in my office like a mere-“

 

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

 

Goosebumps rise on Jimin’s skin, the alpha’s growl settling deep inside of him, reaching his omega. Jungkook just growled at his father! 

 

“ My job is to introduce him into omegahood , and that includes getting to know his own body. He’s 20, not a child. He should know how to pleasure himself and everything that comes with being sexually active if you don’t want young mutts to take advantage of him. After all, you and I both remember what being a young alpha in college was like. Jimin is surrounded by those alphas all day when he’s on campus; do you want him to fall prey to one of them just because he’s too naive to figure out what’s happening?”

 

His question is met with silence. Jimin holds his breath. 

 

“ I don’t give you permission to fuck him.”

 

Jimin’s stomach drops, his omega hissing. He has to bite his lips until he tastes copper on his tongue to keep his omega from launching at the wolf that is trying to keep their alpha away from them. Not their alpha! Jimin screams internally. Jungkook is not their alpha!  

 

“ It’s not your permission that I need.”

 

Jungkook’s statement falls over them like a rock, sealing their fate. The last thing Jimin hears before running upstairs to his bedroom is his father’s reply to the alpha’s bold words. 

 

“ Only if he asks. Swear it to me.”

 

Jimin doesn’t hear Jungkook’s reply, but when the alpha steps inside his room fifteen minutes later with a confident stride to his steps, he figures he’d said something right that pleased his father. 

 

“Hello, Jimin-ah. How have you been?”

 

Jimin plays with the ends of his booty shorts, legs crossed as he sits in the middle of his nest. With every breath he takes, he inhales Jungkook’s scent and now he also sees the alpha in front of him. It’s a little too much, he feels dizzy. 

 

“G-good.”

 

“Were you a good pup while I was away?” He asks, eyes boring into Jimin. He’s still standing by the door, but he does something that has Jimin’s heart stop beating. The key clicks as the alpha locks the door and Jimin’s mind instantly goes into places it shouldn’t go if he doesn’t want to get wet in front of the older again. 

 

But sometimes Jimin is not the master of his body, his omega is. So it really shouldn’t surprise him that his thighs tremble as he gulps and struggles to reply, fingers stilling. “Yes, h-hyung.”

 

Jungkook hums, the easy smile on his face turning to something a little darker. He takes a step forward then stops, waiting to see if Jimin will stop him. When he doesn’t say anything to indicate that he’s uncomfortable, the alpha walks steadily until he reaches the foot of the bend and Jimin has to tilt his head back to continue looking at his handsome face. He’d cut his hair and there’s also a new heavy chain around his neck. Jimin’s thighs clench. 

 

“Good boy.”

 

Oh. 

 

Jimin’s hands slide between his thighs before he can catch up with the movement. But he realizes the implication of his action the second Jungkook’s eyes darken. 

 

“Alpha has to know something before we move on to the next phase of your training,” he starts, voice gruff. Jimin nods, listening closely to each word that slips from Jungkook’s lips like a prayer. “Have you been…. experimenting while I was away?”

 

Jimin’s shoulders curl, eyes glossing as his pupils dilate. His omega sings inside of him, pleased that their alpha is asking about something so intimate. Pleased that their alpha is curious about their pleasure. “Y-yes,” Jimin breathes out, hands moving closer to the scorching heat between his legs, but not close enough to touch. 

 

“I see….” Jungkook says slowly. His scent has remained neutral since he stepped into the room, only his eyes giving the intensity of his feelings away from time to time. “Then you’re ready.”

 

Jimin wants to ask the older what he’s talking about. What is the next phase? What is he ready for? But the questions don’t even get to form fully before they disappear completely when the alpha starts rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms while staring at Jimin with a look that sends shivers up his spine. 

 

“Jimin-ah,” he calls out gently. Jimin hums, not trusting his voice to respond. “There’s something very important that you need to know before we start. For this next phase, we will need to use a set of safe words you need to learn.”

 

“S-safe words?” 

 

Jungkook rolls his shoulders once he’s done lifting his sleeves. His bracelets are visible around his thick wrists, along with the dark tattoos on his hand. He’s so handsome Jimin melts into the bed. 

 

“Yes, safe words. It’s very important for us to use them to make sure that you’re safe and comfortable at all times. It’s not enough for me to know that you simply trust me. We will use the traffic light system. Green will stand for keep going, yellow for slow down for whenever u feel like I’m moving too fast and you just need me to be a little more gentle, and red for stop, when you say red I will stop immediately, no matter what we’re doing. Do you understand?” Jimin’s mind is spinning with all the information, he nods, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for Jungkook who still stands at the end of the bed so far away from Jimin. “No, pup. I need to hear your voice. Do you understand?”

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“What are the three colors you need to know?”

 

“Green, yellow, and red.”

 

“And what does each one mean?”

 

“Green for keep going, red for slow down, and red for stop.”

 

Jungkook hums approvingly, his voice giving just a little bit away the fact that the alpha is pleased that Jimin is being so receptive, that he’s learning so fast. 

 

“Can you lie on your back for me, pup?” Jimin gulps and lets his body fall back until he’s staring at the ceiling and he can no longer see the alpha, but he can hear him. “Hyung wants to make sure you’ve been playing with yourself correctly, darling. Do you understand what I mean?”

 

Jimin breathes through his nose, hands already playing with the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down. “I-is that ok?”

 

“Only if you want to, pup. If you don’t want to, use your safeword and we will stop.”

 

Stopping is the last thing on Jimin’s mind. With a shaky inhale, he lifts his hips off the bed and wiggles his thighs to pull the shorts down. He closes his eyes as he lets them fall on the carpet by the side of the bed and then he keeps his legs lifted at the knees, hiding his naked lower half as best as he can. 

 

“No panties?” Jungkook asks, voice low. For a split second his scent gets so intense Jimin’s eyes widen but it disappears immediately and he thinks he might have just inhaled the alpha’s scent from the pillows. “What’s your color, pup?”

 

“Green- green, hyung.”

 

“Open your legs for me. You know you can trust hyung, right? You chose me, Jimin-ah so open your legs for hyung. Let Alpha see your pretty pussy.”

 

Shame and embarrassment wash over Jimin, stunned by the older’s vulgar words. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, hands fisting the blankets under him and then he slowly parts his legs, only a tiny bit. Jungkook growls, apparently not satisfied with the glimpse Jimin gave him. 

 

“Color?” He asks again while placing both palms over Jimin’s knees, making his head spin.

 

“G-green.” The second the word leaves his mouth his legs are spread open, so wide apart that his inner thighs ache. Cold air hits the heat between his thighs and that scent explodes around them. His arousal and pheromones are so heavy in the room that Jimin has no idea how the alpha is able to stay in control still. But he guesses that’s why every freshly presented omega has to choose a more experienced alpha to guide and teach them. “ Hyung .”

 

“The things I want to do to you, darling.” His omega purrs and more pheromones clog the room, vanilla so sweet he can taste it on his tongue. “Smelling so sweet for me. Looking so pretty for me. Tell me, pup, what did you think about when you had your chubby fingers up your tight pussy, hm?”

 

Jimin gasps, fingers tightening around the blankets. Oh Gods why is the alpha talking like that? What is he saying? He’s never heard his father’s friend be so crass, so… vulgar . His omega mewls, ready to do anything to please the alpha currently kneeling with one knee on the bed between his legs and Jimin is too weak to refuse his omega’s wishes, especially when they match perfectly with his own. 

 

“Y-you.”

 

It’s just one word; one simple word, but it feels like that whispered answer seals Jimin’s faith forever because the second it leaves his lips, Jungkook’s scent explodes in the room, his alpha pheromones so overwhelming and dominating that his omega remains speechless, and Jimin completely boneless, high on the heady scent of sandalwood so thich with Jungkook’s own desire.  

 

That’s why it’s so easy for Jungkook to flip him around. One second Jimin is staring up into the alpha’s blown pupils, inhaling his scent greedily, and then he’s panting in the pillows, a huff leaving him as Jungkook manhandles the omega onto his belly. Big hands grip his hips, lifting his ass in the air and then one palm slides up to rest on his lower back. 

 

Jungkook’s voice is almost unrecognizable when he speaks again. “Present,” he commands, his palm pressing on Jimin’s lower back- the action making the omega slide his knees open.

 

Present. Present.  

 

The word echoes inside Jimin’s foggy brain. He’s not sure he’s aware of what he’s doing, but his omega is. His omega knows perfectly well what this position- that Jungkook put him in, means. 

 

Alpha will mate us. Alpha will mark us and pup us.

 

Jimin shivers, eyes scrunching shut, drool falling from his lips on the pillows. Something gooey and warm slips down his thighs, making the fire between his legs even more unbearable. He feels so exposed like this. He’d always laid on his back with a blanket over his naked lower half while playing with himself, but now he’s completely naked with his most intimate part up in the air.

 

“Color?”

 

Jimin blinks a few times. “G-green.”

 

“This,” Jungkook starts, voice gruff and low. “Is how you should stay when your alpha tells you to present.” His hand moves up Jimin’s spine and pushes harder between the omega’s shoulders to force him a little bit more into the mattress. All air leaves Jimin’s lungs. “Open your legs more. More. Arch your spine.” A low hum of approval filters through Jimin’s mind and on instinct he arches more, even if his thighs shake and his back hurts. And then, the alpha’s touch leaves him completely. 

 

Jimin opens his eyes to see Jungkook move back a few steps. He gestures for Jimin to sit up with two fingers and the omega scrambles to sit up on shaky legs until he stands in front of the older man, naked and vulnerable and soaking wet. The scent of his honey slick is all he can smell now that Jungkook is not too close to him and he’s not lying in his nest. It’s probably the most embarrassing thing he’s ever done in his life. It’s nerve-wrecking and Jimin can’t just sit still, his hands move constantly over his middle, right under his belly with the urge to cover himself but deep down he knows he shouldn’t. He knows that he has to let Jungkook see all of him. And so he does. He grips his right wrist behind his back and lowers his eyes as he lets the alpha look him up and down, his heavy gaze making Jimin’s skin burn.

 

In the back of his mind, Jimin wonders if the alpha has noticed how smooth his skin is- waxed perfectly all over. He wonders if he sees the tiny birthmark right in the crease between Jimin’s leg and hip. Wonders if the older man has noticed how his thighs slightly touch in the middle. Jimin had never been self-conscious of his body, but being like this for the first time in his life and in front of an alpha he’s felt a certain way since the day they met, Jimin can’t help but feel like maybe he should lose a few pounds and work out to lose the slight softness on his belly. 

 

“Do you remember how I made you present?” Jimin nods before the question fully registers in his mind, eyes still downcast. “What’s your color, pup?”

 

Jimin blushes deeply at the way the alpha addresses him when they’re in such an intimate position but responds quickly; not wanting to upset Jungkkook. “Green.”

 

“Then lift your chin up and look at me.” The omega gulps and scrunches his eyes shut for a moment to gather enough courage and then he looks up quickly, finding the alpha smirking down at him. “Good boy. Now present for Alpha, Omega. Just like I taught you.”

 

The room spins and the fire in his belly spreads all over his body. His omega mewls at the command, feeling eager to please the alpha that had addressed them so directly. Jimin moves guided by his omega. His palms touch the bed first and then he crawls in the middle of his nest, slowly, feeling Jungkook’s eyes linger on his ass. Once at eye level with the pillows, Jimin shivers and moans sotfly before lowering his chest to the bed, closing his eyes when his cheeks touch the pillows. He stays like that for a brief moment, but it doesn’t feel right. His arms are tucked under him awkwardly and his thighs are still pressed together so he moves again, slowly- this way and that way, until his arms are stretched as far as they could go above his head and his belly almost touches the bed with how far he’d slid down, but his ass is still up in the air, back arched beautifully, knees spread so wide Jimin feels the strain in his legs. He stops again and this time it feels right, it feels perfect . He starts purring and a moment later the alpha’s heavy steps echo around the room. 

 

Being so exposed while not being able to see the older’s reaction makes Jimin feel like a doll on display. He feels pretty. He feels wanted . A shiver runs up his spine, toes curling. Suddenly he’s suffocating, crushed under the heavy weight of a body so big and strong Jimin shudders and cries out loud.

 

“ Shhh ,” Jungkook whispers over his neck. “Relax, Omega.” 

 

But how can Jimin relax? Jungkook is all over him. Every inch of his naked skin is intimately pressed into every inch of the alpha’s clothed body. He’s so heavy Jimin feels dizzy. So hot the omega feels like he might catch fire any second now. Jimin had never felt so- so caged , so at someone’s mercy. He can’t move an inch. Can’t even turn his head enough to look at the alpha. He’s forced to keep still with his ass in the air. All air leaves his lungs and the strongest wave of arousal washes all over his body that he can’t stop the loud moan that slips past his lips and the way his hips move to press harder into the alpha’s front. And that’s when he feels it- Jungkook’s very hard and very big cock pressed right against his throbbing pussy. That small contact- that brief brush of the alpha’s cock against him sends Jimin’ right over the edge. It happens so fast and unexpectedly he bites the pillow, screaming loudly into it.

 

Jungkook growls into his neck and grabs Jimin’s hips in a deadly grip to keep him pressed to him and then the alpha does something that has the omega rolling his eyes back, panting like a bitch in heat- he rolls his hips, deep and slow, so sensual Jimin loses himself completely. 

 

“This-” Jungkook grunts, his free hand pulling Jimin’s hair from his face so he can look at the omega’s side profile. He wonders what he sees because Jimin doesn’t feel particularly pretty with the way he’s panting and drooling at the corner of his mouth. “This is what mounting is, Omega. This is how your Alpha will claim you. He will hold you like this-” his hand moves to Jimin’s neck, applying more than enough pressure to keep Jimin’s head pressed into the pillows as his hips continue their assault on Jimin’s pussy, the rough material of his slacks brushing against Jimin’s way too sensitive clit almost painfully. “He will take your virginity just like this-” his hips move faster, the huge outline of his cock sliding perfectly right against Jimin’s soaked opening. Jimin cries louder, trembling and drooling against the pillows, his mind a mess. He wants to feel the alpha’s cock in him. He wants Jungkook to be the alpha to fuck him and take his virginity. Nobody else. “He will bite you right here,” Jungkook’s thumb lowers to press right over his scent gland and Jimin trashes under the alpha as he comes again, pussy clenching around nothing. He feels so empty he starts sobbing, gasping for air and trembling violently. “And he will knot this tight pussy of yours until his seed catches and you get pupped.”

 

Jimin pants wildly as he ruts against the alpha. The grip on his neck- keeping his head pressed into the pillows, has his mind spinning, and the hot and massive cock pressed against his pussy has his omega trashing inside, begging to be knotted. He feels like floating, toes curled, body on fire. 

 

“Do you want that, baby boy?”

 

“ Y-yess ,” Jimin slurs out, eyes rolled back, jaw slack.

 

“Want to ge mounted for real, hm? Want to feel a real cock claim your pussy?” Jimin sobs and nods, fat tears soaking the pillow under his head. Jungkook kisses the side of his forehead gently. “All you have to do is ask.”

Only if he asks. Swear it to me.

Jimin bites his lip. Does he want to ask? Is he ready now? He wants Jungkook to be his first, but does he want it to happen now? The thought makes him feel uneasy. 

“Whenever you’re ready, darling,” the alpha whispers over his lips before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and Jimin’s toes curl at how gently and tenderly the alpha treats him. 

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

 

“Will- uh, will Jungkook Hyung come as well?”

 

His mother stops talking, the excited glimmer in her eyes dimming a little. She glances at her mate, Jimin’s father watching the young omega closely. “We…haven’t asked him….yet,” his mother says slowly, unsure. She keeps glancing at her mate but the alpha stays silent, staring at Jimin. 

 

The young omega starts squirming under his gaze, suddenly feeling stupid for asking that. Of course Jungkook wouldn’t be invited on a family trip. Why would he? Sure, he’s Jimin’s chosen Alpha, but that doesn’t mean he’s family. That doesn’t mean that he will be around all the time as if he were Jimin’s mate. 

 

“Do you need him to come, sweetheart?” The other omega asks, her voice gentle. She watches Jimin with soft eyes, smiling at her son encouragingly. “You seemed to be doing fine in the last month, I didn’t think you might….need him to come.”

 

Jimin flushes deeply. He nods, humming lightly. His mother is not wrong, Jimin has been fine- more than fine even, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss Jungkook. 

 

Since that day in his room, the Alpha hadn’t visited that often and when he did they never went up to Jimin’s room again. They talked about this or that, Jimin asking the older simple questions like- what are the best spots to scent effectively? or how should I act to calm an alpha down if needed? Nothing too intense or personal, but still useful things every omega- and wolf, should know. 

 

But even though Jimin has seen Jungkook almost four times every week for the past month, he misses him deeply, he craves intimacy with the older, not in the form of deep conversations and sweet silent moments, Jimin wants to be touched by and touch the alpha. He’s been playing with himself every night while imagining it was Jungkook’s heavy and big hand driving him mad and not his chubby and small fingers. 

 

“Jungkook has important meetings scheduled next week,” his father’s deep voice makes Jimin’s eyes snap up to him. “I will ask,” he says, a muscle working in his jaw. “But don’t be disappointed if he can’t come.”

 

Jimin nods quickly, maybe looking a little too eager, but he can’t help it; especially when his omega is so pleased to hear that their alpha might come on vacation with them. Jimin doesn’t even want to correct his inner wolf that Jungkook is not their alpha. 

 

“Thank you, Appa,” he rushes out, cheeks aflame, eyes downcast. He thinks his mother might be cooing at him, her scent sweet around the table, but his father remains quiet for the rest of the dinner. 

Jimin is buzzing with anticipation, bouncing on his heels, looking this way and that way all around the private part of the airport. A few people walk around bringing their luggage onto the jet behind Jimin, his mother holding a polite conversation with the pilot his father hired for the day to take them safely to their destination. But Jimin can’t focus on all the commotion around him, his eyes stare at the black gates that should open soon.

 

His father should come any minute now straight from work, and once he does so Jimin will finally see if Jungkook will come with them or not. He’s been thinking about it for the past three days ever since his father said he will ask his friend if he wants to come. 

 

Jimin knows that the older is a very busy man. Jungkook wasn’t just his father’s partner and the other CEO of their joint company, no. Far from it. Jungkook is not just an alpha that has some power and responsibilities, he’s the Alpha, a Jeon. Jungkook’s name doesn’t only carry meaning and power, it is power itself. It is the very definition of power in their society. 

 

The Jeon bloodline is the oldest bloodline of wolves, dating back centuries ago when the first documented pack settlements were written, when the first rules and traditions were cemented forever into history. To every wolf alive, and especially those that partook in the game of power, the Jeon’s were the closest thing to Gods walking on earth. 

 

Growing up, Jimin had never cared much about stuff like that, no pup ever thought about politics and social norms and rules, but as he grew older and once Jungkook stepped into his life, the young omega started paying attention. 

 

Jungkook always stood out even in a room crowded with all kinds of celebrities and important people. His name was always on everyone’s tongue and in every magazine. And seeing his father talk so freely with a man that obviously held so much power made Jimin think that they might be just as important. But that wasn’t the case. 

 

Jimin’s family name held no power. No history. His father had just been lucky enough to become Jungkook’s best friend in college and since then the two alphas had been inseparable, even though they would never be on the same level. 

 

That’s why Jimin- although hopeful, didn’t really think that Jungkook would be able to come with them on vacation. But his heart still stops beating when his father’s car finally rolls around. His knees buckle, omega pouncing around. 

 

His father gets out first after a tall bodyguard opens the door for him. And then, on the other side of the car another door opens from the inside, not by a bodyguard and Jungkook gets out as well. Dark and thick sunglasses protect his eyes from the strong sun. His short hair is slightly ruffled, as if he’d run his hand through the black strands too much during a stressful meeting. A few sets of earrings decorate his ears, as well as a heavy chain around his neck and chunky bracelets on his wrists. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, loose enough around his chest but not around the bulging muscles in his arms, and matching black jeans. He’s smiling wide, looking at his friend over the top of the car. Jimin’s father says something and Jungkook shakes his head before chuckling lightly. 

 

He looks dashing and Jimin feels his heart almost burst from his chest. At the corner of his eye he sees his mother walk up to greet his father, and Jimin- guided by pure need, slowly moves his legs towards Jungkook. 

 

Thinking about greeting the older alpha like his mother greets her mate makes Jimin feel giddy and shy. She reaches his father first, quickly wrapping her arms around her mate’s shoulders. Jimin starts walking faster, watching as Jungkook finally turns to face him. Jimin wishes he could see the alpha’s expression through the dark sunglasses. 

 

When he finally stops in front of the older, he brings his hands in front of his skirt, suddenly feeling self conscious. He’d specifically put this outfit on to impress Jungkook, hoping until the last minute that the alpha would show up today to come with them. And while a part of him is happy that his gut feeling hadn’t been wrong to make him feel like the alpha will come, a part of him is also quite embarrassed because he’s quite indecent for an unmated and barely presented omega.

 

His mother had never told Jimin what he should or should not wear, Jimin had always been free to show himself however he wished to the world. But Jimin had always been a shy pup and later on teenager and young adult. He’d never wanted to stand out by wearing overly sexy or cute outfits. He liked to blend in with the crowd wearing mostly loose shirts and hoodies and jeans, and maybe sometimes modest skirts, always in nude colors or pastels that wouldn’t scream look at me .

 

But today, feeling brave and needing to impress the older, Jimin put on the best outfit he could think of. He’s wearing a white cropped shirt that’s held together over his chest only by two tiny pink butterfly buttons. The top is tight around his shoulders, the neckline wide enough to show his collarbones and neck, but loose around his chest and over his belly button. If he bends over, the material might fall down so much his nipples would be visible. Because the shirt is way too short- barely reaching his belly button, Jimin chose to wear a skirt that sits high enough on his hips. It’s flowy and loose around his legs and behind, its pastel yellow color not as striking as its length, Jimin had been constantly smoothing the back of it with his palms to make sure it still protected his modesty, not used to wearing something so short. He’s showing so much skin he feels as exposed as he did in his room standing naked in front of the alpha.

 

“Hyung,” Jimin breathes out, his voice embarrassingly squeaky. “You came.”

 

Jungkook moves his head slightly down, taking Jimin in. The omega preens under the obvious way the alpha admires him. He has to grip his skirt to keep himself from doing a twirl for the alpha or something. That would literally make him die from embarrassment. 

 

“How could I refuse?” The alpha’s voice is smooth, loud over the other people talking around them. “Your father said he will pay for everything. Isn’t that right, Seung-ah?” He calls out, grinning over the top of the car as he turns his head to look at his friend. 

 

Jimin’s father pulls back from his mate to look at Jungkook. He quirks one eyebrow up in amusement. 

 

“As if I’m the filthy rich one between us two.”

 

“Might as well be with how many trips you’ve taken this year alone,” Jungkook bites back with no real malice in his tone. If anything, he sounds just as amused. It makes Jimin’s heart skip several beats seeing the older so relaxed and smiley.

 

His father pulls his mother closer, placing one loud kiss on the side of her head that has the omega feigning disgust before turning to face Jungkook again. 

 

“What can I say, my wallet knows no limits around a gorgeous omega and my mate-“ he spins his mate around once, making her long summer dress twirl beautifully around her as she laughs, “is the most beautiful. Right?”

 

Jimin watches as Jungkook turns to look at him. For a moment he’s silent as he faces the young omega, his head tilting down again in that way that has Jimin’s stomach flip. 

 

“I have to disagree,” Jungkook replies when Jimin’s parents are already walking towards the private jet, too far to hear, but Jimin isn’t- he’s right in front of the alpha, blushing furiously as the older pulls his sunglasses on the top of his head, his dark eyes gazing down at Jimin. 

 

Jimin feels all air leave his lugs, his mouth dry. He tries to brush off Jungkook’s comment, but he’s so needy for any sliver of attention from the alpha that he physically can’t force himself to think that the older’s comment wasn’t aimed at him. Alpha thinks we’re gorgeous. His omega is purring and Jimin might just be close to doing the same. 

 

Jungkook takes a few steps forward and then a big and warm hand settles gently on Jimin’s lower back, right over naked skin. The omega shudders, a cold chill running up his spine even under the burning sun. 

 

“Come,” Jungkook says gently, applying enough pressure on the omega’s back to guide Jimin forward. “They finished loading the luggage.”

 

Jimin hadn’t even noticed there were people walking around carrying his father’s and Jungkook’s luggage. 

 

They walk together to the private jet, Jungkook’s hand burning into Jimin’s back. It feels so right- to be guided around by the older like this. He kind of spaces out, only basking in the alpha’s spicy cologne and natural scent seeping through. It’s such an overwhelming combination Jimin feels weak in the knees. He wobbles a few times, but Jungkook- ever the gentleman, doesn’t make fun of him and only slides his palm around the omega’s narrow middle to have a better grip of him, securing the omega to his side. When they reach the stairs, Jungkook takes a step back after shaking hands with the pilot to make way for Jimin to walk in front of him.

 

Jimin brushes his hands over his skirt once before stepping in front of the alpha. He takes the first three steps carefully and slowly grows more sure of his steps even though Jungkook’s presence behind him makes him feel all dizzy. When he’s almost at the top, a stronger than usual breeze lifts the back of his skirt up. Jimin gasps, hands flying to hold his skirt but before he can do so, a bigger and heavier hand falls on the side of his hip and leg, keeping the skirt from moving. 

 

Jimin stops moving. His body sways on the spot, skin tingling. Jungkook leans in, his front flush against Jimin’s back. So close, Jungkook’s powerful scent is all Jimin can smell. The alpha looms over him, casting a shadow in front of Jimin as he leans to whisper in the omega’s ear, his voice low. 

 

“Maybe a lesson on proper attire is needed, pup.” Jimin shudders, shoulders curling as a hot sensation runs up his spine at the alpha’s closeness. “I appreciate the effort you put into impressing me. But I’m not particularly fond of other wolves catching a glimpse of your bare pussy.” 

 

Jimin turns around, eyes wide, a furious blush spreading all the way down his chest. He tries to look over Jungkook’s shoulder, scared that the wolves below might have seen something. 

 

“Relax,” Jungkook whispers, only for Jimin’s ears. “Why do you think I let you walk in front of me? They saw nothing.” He promises, eyes flashing with something far more dangerous that anything Jimin’s ever seen in the alpha’s eyes. Possessiveness . 

 

“But…..but you did,” Jimin breathes out, mouth dry. The alpha saw . Otherwise how would he have known Jimin is not wearing any underwear? 

 

Jungkook leans into Jimin’s space more and even though he’s two steps down, he still towers over the omega. He keeps one hand on Jimin’s hip while the other is gripping the railing. 

 

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” the alpha growls, his face so close Jimin’s eyes cross as he tries to look up at him. He sways forward, needing to feel Jungkook closer. The alpha lets him and Jimin hides his face in the older’s chest. Soothing circles rub into the skin of his hip and Jimin’s heartbeat slows down gradually. 

 

Jungkook places his other hand between Jimin’s shoulders, trailing it up until his long and strong fingers grip the back of the omega’s neck. Jimin gasps, his omega almost coming forward when the alpha’s fingertips brush over his scent gland. The older’s grip is rough, dominating. Jimin closes his eyes, putty in the alpha’s hold. 

 

“Tilt your head back,” Jungkook instructs while pressing over his scent gland. Jimin whines deep in his throat, lips parting as he lets his head fall back. “Good boy.” The alpha’s praise makes him shiver. Jungkook leans down and then his nose brushes over the omega’s neck, the touch gentle.

 

Jimin’s mind stops working completely. All he can smell is the alpha’s intense and potent scent, coffee beans and sandalwood all around him. All he hears is his own heartbeat ringing loud in his ears. All he feels is Jungkook’s hot breath over his burning skin. 

 

Alpha is scenting us! His omega purrs loudly. Jimin grips the alpha’s shirt over his chest, fisting the material to keep himself grounded. He’s floating, delirious with the amount of euphoria he feels from being scented. 

 

He wants to be closer to Jungkook. He wants to feel the older’s hot and strong body pressed tighter to him. He tries to pull Jungkook to him by the shirt but he pulls back with a hum, his scent disappearing slowly as he mellows it until it's just a natural blend of his scent and the cologne he’s wearing. 

 

“Breathe with me, pup.” Jimin whines but tries to listen. “Like this. Good boy. Good. We can’t have you leaking slick around your parents, right?” Jimin lets out another embarrassed sound, hiding his face again. The alpha chuckles, the sound so deep and sexy Jimin curls closer, seeking comfort, needing it. Jungkook starts massaging his neck softly, his touch soothing. “ Shh . Alpha will take care of you soon, but not here. Breathe in deeply and calm yourself. You have to control your scent around your parents.”

 

After a while, they manage to finally step inside the plane. His parents sit in the front close to each other, talking softly while holding a glass of wine each. 

 

“Everything alright?” His father asks while Jungkook guides Jimin further back into the plane with a hand on the omega’s lower back. Jimin doesn’t dare look at his father, too embarrassed. 

 

“Of course,” Jungkook says easily, sounding perfectly calm and collected. “I think being out in the heat all morning waiting for us tired Jimin out, I will show him to the room in the back.”

 

His mother gives him a worried look but before she can say anything his father speaks again. 

 

“I see. Can you stay and watch over him or should I call someone else?”

 

Jungkook’s hand on Jimin’s hip wraps possessively around his middle. “I think I’m more than capable of handling him by myself, Seung-ah. There’s no need to call a stranger to look after him.”

 

“Of course,” the other alpha says after a moment of silence, his voice thick. “I trust you.”

 

Jungkook hums and flashes his mother a quick reassuring smile before slowly pushing Jimin to walk again. They reach the white door at the back quickly enough and Jungkook opens it with his free hand. Jimin gasps when they step inside. The room is almost illegally big for a private jet. There’s a full king sized bed in the middle with two bedside tables and a full dresser in front of it. 

 

“Lie down, come.” Jimin lets himself be pushed to the bed. His skirt rides up, exposing his ass cheeks but surprisingly Jungkook doesn’t stop to cup a feel or look at them, he pulls a blanket over Jimin’s body then leans down to place a kiss on his forehead. “The flight will be a little over five hours, sleep.”

 

Jimin wants to say that he’s not tired, but the second Jungkook’s hand grips his neck again and starts rubbing soothing circles into his skin, Jimin’s eyes close immediately.

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Without meaning to, Jimin sleeps through the whole flight and once they land he’s actually still so tired he can barely react to what’s happening around him or think straight.

 

He feels Jungkook wrapping him in one of his larger jacket as they get out of the plane, remembers his mother asking if he’s hungry and that’s about it. All he remembers after that is being guided to a room and falling on another bed before promptly falling asleep again.

 

When he wakes, he’s still so dazed he doesn’t get out of bed for breakfast. The walls of the beach house his father rented for the week are thin so Jimin lies on his bed listening to his parents laugh and talk while eating. He’s happy they seem to be enjoying their first morning here, especially his father, he works so hard for them he needs to unwind sometimes. 

 

After a while, the door to his room is pried open slowly while a soft knock echoes through the wide room. The curtains on the other side sway gently in the breeze, offering Jimin a peek at the crystal water below. 

 

“Jimin-ah,” his mother’s soft voice makes him turn around. She’s dressed in another beautiful summer dress, her long hair braided beautifully on top of her head. She walks to the young omega and kisses his forehead, her familiar scent making Jimin curl into the bed comfortably. “Me and your Appa will go on a walk around the island. Jungkook will be here to help you if you need anything, alright? Are you feeling better?”

 

“Yes, Omma.”

 

“Good, alright. Wash up and have some breakfast and then maybe you can go for a swim.”

 

She leaves after that and once Jimin is alone with his thoughts, his mind goes wild. He’s alone in the house with Jungkook. He’s alone in the house with the alpha that had scented him so thoroughly yesterday that he’d left Jimin unable to speak or keep his eyes open. His omega is still blissfully calm, but Jimin is not. 

 

He jumps out of bed, cheeks aflame with all the thoughts and ideas swimming in his mind. Eager to see Jungkook again, Jimin washes quickly under a spray of lukewarm water to help him wake up faster. After he’s all dried up he applies lotion all over his body and goes to his unpacked luggage, pushing everything aside to get to the one item he was looking for. Once he finds it he snaps to his feet, heart beating rapidly in his chest, anticipation making him move faster and faster. 

 

Jimin slips the thin material over his head, smoothing the edges that barely even reach his ass cheeks. It’s a dress, or more like just an oversized t-shirt, and Jimin is buzzing with the need to go outside his room and be around Jungkook like this. 

 

He doesn’t know how he’s become so bold- forgoing panties once more, but what he knows is that he likes it. Being so exposed fills him with adrenaline, the thought of what the alpha will do with him once he sees Jimin’s naked body again making him almost run out the door. 

 

Jungkook is outside on the patio by the pool, talking on the phone when Jimin enters the livingroom. He doesn’t want to bother the alpha, especially when he looks to be in a heated argument- his thick eyebrows narrowed in annoyance, a tensed arm gripping the back of a lounge chair until veins bulge up his arm. He’s naked save for a pair of gray joggers and the beautiful sight of the older’s sculped body almost has him bumping into the couch. 

 

Jimin busies himself with the task of making a cup of coffee. He starts the machine and looks around for a cup to use. There’s only empty and perfectly clean glasses in the bottom drawers, the cups all placed on the top drawers that are so high Jimin struggles to reach them. He places a hand on the counter to balance himself then lifts his body on his tiptoes, reaching with the other hand up. Huffing, he wiggles a little bit until his fingertips finally brush over a cup, but he can’t quite grasp it. He lifts one knee up on the counter and he’s ready to haul himself up on it when a heavy hand falls on his naked thigh, promptly stopping him from lifting the other leg as well. 

 

Jimin stops, hand still up, head thrown back watching the cups, heart stuck in his throat. Jungkook stands right behind him, his body so close Jimin can feel the heat coming from it and the alpha’s manly scent. It drives him crazy. 

 

Jungkook’s voice is slightly gruff when he speaks, his lips just a breath away from the omega’s ear. “Good morning, pup.”

 

Jimin squeaks out an embarrassed ‘morning . He’s ready to turn around and put some distance between them but the firm hold Jungkook has on his thigh- that’s still on the counter, stops him from doing so. 

 

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks, voice dropping a few octaves too low. 

 

Jimin’s spine arches, eyes falling closed. Heat spreads all over his body and when he instinctively ruts forward and his bare crotch slides over the cold and smooth surface of the counter he gasps, eyes going wide. While making coffee he’d forgotten about his improper choice of clothes. 

 

“I- oh my- I-“

 

Jimin tries to move his leg or do anything to protect his modesty but the alpha is fast to hold him in place. He doesn’t even have to struggle much, Jimin is so small that the older easily overpowers him. His free hand sneaks around Jimin’s neck and that’s when the young omega goes completely still, eyes crossing at the pure need exploding in his belly. 

 

“Is this what you’re turning into, pup? A cock hungry omega that walks around with his pussy bare for the taking?” 

 

Jimin shakes his head as much as he can with the alpha’s tight grip on him. “N- no ,” he whines, embarrassment making his cheeks burn. “Hyung I- I just-“

 

“You just what?” The alpha pushes on, fingers pressing harder into Jimin’s neck. His thumb is so close to the omega’s scent gland, but still not there. And yet Jimin’s omega comes forward, stirred from the calm sleep Jungkook’s scenting had lulled him into by the alpha’s dominating grip on Jimin’s neck. 

 

Jimin’s whole body sags, his muscles giving up on him like they always do around Jungkook. He’s got what he wanted, but now he doesn’t know what to do. He’s got Jungkook’s undivided attention, but what now? 

 

He’s releasing sweet pheromones in thick waves, his omega helping him to tell the alpha exactly what he wants when Jimin is unable to form any coherent thoughts. Jungkook responds to the intensity in Jimin’s scent, his own pheromones growing stronger, overpowering the omega’s sweet and beckoning vanilla scent with a much stronger and powerful scent of spice with earthy undertones. 

 

His hand moves up Jimin’s leg, under his shirt, until it splays oher the omega’s lower stomach. With a tug Jimin’s pulled closer into the hard body behind him and then the pressure on his neck grows stronger as the alpha guides his head down. Jimin listens well, letting his body fall forward on the counter. When his chest is flush on the cold surface, he turns his head to rest his cheek on it as well, eyes fluttering open to look at the man behind him. 

 

Jungkook looms over him like some kind of dark knight he used to see on the covers of the books one of his friends at school read. His eyebrows are narrowed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he stares down at Jimin, eyes as dark as a black hole. His scent is the only thing that tells Jimin that the alpha is affected by what they’re doing because his face is not as flushed as Jimin’s, his breath is not ragged or irregular, and he’s not trembling like the omega feels his whole body doing. If it weren’t for the arousal thick in the alpha’s scent, Jimin would think the older is thinking about what to eat for dinner. 

 

The hand that had been on his belly moves up until the alpha pushes Jimin’s shirt up his spine, exposing his ass to the cold air of the kitchen. Jimin inhales shakily and closes his eyes, instinctively pushing his ass back. 

 

“Easy, pup,” Jungkook soothes him softly. His big hand kneads Jimin’s asscheek, gripping the fat of it greedily and roughly. The young omega moans out loud, eyes crossing, vision blurring. “Is this why you wanted me to come, hm? Wanted to make sure I’m here to satisfy your needs?”

 

For the first time in what felt like hours, Jimin finds his voice to answer, words muffled against his arm. “Y-yes, hyung please- I- I want it.”

 

“You want it?” Jungkook muses, sounding slightly amused. “Then take it,” he commands, voice cold and distant. “Take what you want, Omega.”

 

Jimin shakes his head, tears spilling down his cheeks now. 

 

“No?” Jungkook murmurs in his ear. He’s bent over Jimin now, forcing the omega’s hips harder into the counter and it hurts a bit, but Jimin doesn’t dare to ask the alpha to pull away, not when the sheer size of him and his weight feels so good pinning the omega in place. “You think you’re in charge, pup?” The alpha growls, giving the omega a slight shake on his neck. Jimin’s omega snaps to attention, and he whines, baring his neck to placate the alpha. “If you want to come you will work for it.”

 

The alpha moves and then Jimin’s mind goes completely blank when he feels Jungkook’s hot and big cock pressing into his pussy. He hadn’t felt how wet he’d gotten but now that he has Jungkook’s clothed cock pressed so intimately between his lips, the wetness that had gathered at his entrance spreads all over, making the omega shudder. Jimin bites his arm, holding back his moans. 

 

“Fuck yourself on my cock, baby boy. Take what you want.”

 

Blind arousal makes Jimin gasp and shake as he pushes his hips back experimentally. The first roll of his hips is slow, but the sensation shooting up his spine when his clit rubs so harshly on Jungkook’s clothed cock is so great that the most indecent sound escapes Jimin as he screams and starts rutting back harder. Faster. 

 

“That’s it,” Jungkook’s encouraging words push Jimin to apply more pressure into his thrusts, his back arching more to make more of the alpha’s massive bulge slide over his enlarged clit. “ Fuck. Just like that, pup. Doing so well.”

 

Jimin is breathing through his mouth by now, jaw slacked, eyes crossed and puffy from crying. He’s moving his hips with only one goal in mind and the tight pool of heat in his lower belly grows stronger and stronger with each passing second.

 

Loud wet sounds echo around the wide and bright room as his drenched pussy rubs over the alpha’s now wet pants. Jimin is leaking so much that he made a mess of Jungook’s pants, the drag against his pussy so much more enjoyable like this. The scent of his slick and arousal is thick in the room, vulgar. Jimin would never be able to hide how much he’s enjoying this. It’s evident in the way he's drooling and crying for it, in the way he plants his palms on the counter and lifts himself as much as he can on his tiptoes on his right leg to bring his pussy closer to the alpha’s cock and have more power in his thrusts. It's evident in the way he reeks of arousal and in the way his body shakes and beads of sweat trail down his flushed skin that he wants this more than anything in his life. 

 

“Gonna come all over my cock, princess?” Jungkook growls in his neck, one rough palm pulling one asscheek to the side to open Jimin up more. 

 

“Yes- yes yes yes! ”

 

Jimin moves faster, frantic, his thrust uncoordinated and sloppy. He’s so needy- so lost in his own mind and in pleasure that he doesn’t care about how indecent he’s being, how vulgar or lewd. He cries out loud and trembles, pussy throbbing and begging to be impaled on the big cock keeping his lips spread. He wants it so bad. If this feels utterly mind-blowing, how would it feel to have the alpha’s cock actually fuck him open? Would he be able to take it? Jungkook is so big Jimin genuinely doesn’t think he would. But he would try, gods he would try and Jungkook would make him take it, Jimin is sure of it. 

 

“ A-Alpha- f-fuck me!” Jimin babbles, body moving erratically, chasing that incredible high. “I w-want it- I want it Hyung! Please h-hyung I want it I want it-“

 

A harsh slap falls on his cheek, making Jimin’s ass jiggle. The omega screams, shocked by the pleasure and then he doesn’t stop screaming as he comes. He’s convulsing in the alpha’s arms, gasping for air and rubbing his completely soaked pussy over and over the alpha’s cock, coming all over it. Shockwaves of pleasure shoot up his spine and they seem to be endless. Jimin comes for what feels like hours, vision completely white, all senses ripped from him as he feels nothing but Jungkook’s tight grip on his neck and the big cock pressing against his pussy. 

 

He’s floating, taking lungfuls of air and shaking. But Jungkook is gentle with him now. He’s scenting Jimin briefly to calm him down and comfort him and he’s not pulling back, allowing the omega to feel that he’s close. When he finally feels like he can speak without being cut off by another wave of arousal, he opens his eyes and leans into Jungkook’s face, the alpha’s lips trailing soft kisses down his jaw and neck. 

 

“T-thank you, Hyung.”

 

Jungkook gives his ass a pleased squeeze, his scent sweetening for just a brief second. “You were so good, pup. You’re learning fast.”

 

Jimin blushes and hums, shyly turning his nose to brush it over the alpha’s sharp jaw. Jungkook chuckles, tuggs him closer and then pulls back up, bringing Jimin with him. He’s gentle as he puts the leg Jimin has been holding up on the counter down, careful of the omega’s aching muscles. Jimin sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the way the alpha is taking care of him. He cleans Jimin with a warm cloth, gentle as he wipes the material over his sensitive pussy. Jimin inhales sharply, gripping Jungkook’s hand when he applies pressure with two fingers on his hole. 

 

“ Shhh , darling. Let me clean you up properly. Relax.”

 

After a while, Jungkook carries Jimin to the couch and settles down with the omega in his lap, hand moving in a soothing motion up and down the younger’s back. 

 

“I wasn’t lying,” Jimin whispers, eyelids heavy. Jungkook tilts his head up by the chin making the omega meet his calm eyes. 

 

“I know you weren’t.”

 

“Then…then why didn’t you…” he doesn’t have the courage to say it again, too shy. 

 

Jungkook rubs his thumb over Jimin’s lower lip softly, watching the omega sitting on his lap like he’s some sort of precious gem and not just another omega. Jimin is sure the alpha had found himself in this position with multiple omegas over the course of his life, there’s nothing about Jimin that should make him any different from them. But the way Jungkook watches him so closely and intensely makes him feel special, makes him feel like he’s the only omega that matters. 

 

“You trusted me to guide you, pup. How could I take your virginity by fucking you like a cheap slut in the kitchen?” Jimin chokes on his spit, eyes widening at the alpha’s honest reply. “If you really want me to fuck you, I will do it properly, darling. I will take care of you and fuck you like you deserve,” he promises, eyes darkening. Jimin gasps, closing his eyes to fight the arousal threatening to take over him again. 

 

“When?” He breathes out, shy but eager. 

 

Jungkook chuckles and pulls him closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist. “We’ll take it slow. Enjoy this vacation and then hyung will make sure to arrange a few days just for us here so we have enough time to do this properly.” 

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“His name was Lee Minho. He was my brother’s best friend and that’s why I chose him. I knew him all my life because he was around so much he was almost like my brother,” his mother recalls before taking a sip of her wine.

 

They’re out on the beach enjoying their dinner. Jimin is sitting next to his mother, facing Jungkook while his mother faces her mate. They ate an amazing dinner prepared by a personal chef Jungkook had hired for the night and now they’re watching the sunset, talking about this and that. The conversation had shifted from politics to business and now his mother decided to recall the time of her presentation, getting emotional over Jimin’s own presentation. 

 

“I was always so nervous and scared around alphas but he taught me how to handle their scents and never submit to one if I didn’t want to.”

 

Jimin looks curiously as his father, looking for the alpha’s reaction. Wasn’t it weird for him to hear how his mate spent time with another alpha? But the man surprises Jimin when he starts laughing before speaking loudly, joining the conversation easily.

 

“Do you remember when you fainted because he released so many pheromones while trying to push you to submit?” His mother groans and hides her smile in her glass, taking another sip. “He was a menace, loved making you lose your temper.”

 

Jimin is quite lost. He’d never really asked his mother about her presentation because he’d always assumed it was something intimate between the omega and their chosen alpha, but it seems like he might have been wrong. He lifts his gaze to look at Jungkook, curious to see what the alpha thinks of this. 

 

Jungkook’s leaned back in his chair with a glass of whiskey in his right hand. His gaze was focused on Jimin’s mother but it switched almost immediately to the young omega, as if he’d sensed Jimin’s eyes on him. He blushes and looks away, quickly reaching for his glass of lemonade. 

 

After another few minutes of listening to his mother talk, Jimin turns to her and leans in a little bit to whisper to her. “I thought…..I thought you said Appa was your first.” She looks stunned by his words, eyebrows narrowing slightly in confusion. Silence settles over the table and Jimin blushes deeply. He pulls back, eyes downcast and quickly backtracks. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

 

“Of course he was,” his mother says, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s naked thigh. His skirt had ridden up significantly but he doesn’t pull it back in its place. “Minho taught me a lot of things, as it was his duty, but we never crossed the line. He respected my boundaries.”

 

Jimin’s lips pucker. He doesn’t understand. “But…. then how did he teach you how to…take care of yourself?”

 

“Take care of….” she trails off. Her eyes widen immediately after that, head snapping to Jungkook. She clears her throat, her scent growing stronger. His father shifts as well, uncomfortable in his seat. The only one seeming unbothered is Jungkook who’s watching Jimin with an amused glint in his eyes, scent neutral. 

 

“Not- uh , not everyone goes through this period the same way, sweetheart. Minho was a friend, a brother. He taught me a lot in the way a brother would teach his little sister how to tie her shoes. We both had boundaries and we never crossed them. We never wanted to. I wasn’t attracted to him.”

 

“Oh…”

 

Is that how it’s supposed to be? He’s supposed to have boundaries? He’s supposed to keep his distance from Jungkook?

 

“But…” she continues, tone gentle. “That doesn’t mean you have to do the same. You-. uh… .you’re an omega now, Jimin-ah and you’re free to do….whatever you want.”

 

Jimin nods and looks down at his lap, playing with his cuticles to distract himself. He’s happy his mother is not mad, Jimin doesn’t want to disappoint or upset her in any way. It’s a relief to know that she approves of everything Jimin wants to do. He stands up, smoothing the edges of his skirt before looking at Jungkook. The alpha is already watching him when their eyes meet and Jimin feels himself blush under Jungkook’s intense gaze. 

 

“Can we…go for a walk?”

 

The alpha excuses himself and stands up. He places a hand on Jimin’s lower back and slowly guides the omega in the direction of the path leading behind the beach house into the forest. They’ve walked the trail before, but never in the evening when it was already quite dark outside. Jimin never considered himself a scaredy cat, but he does walk a little closer to Jungkook than he normally would.

 

“Did you enjoy your food?” Jungkook asks after a long moment of silence, startling Jimin. He stumbles on his feet but the alpha wraps the hand he’d been keeping on the omega’s back around his middle and pulls him flush to his chest. “Careful, pup,” he muses, amusement clear in his voice. 

 

Jimin blushes deeply as he looks up at the alpha. They’re under one of the very few street lamps that light the path, the soft yellow light shining directly on Jungkook. Coming from above, it accentuates the sharp and harsh lines of the alpha’s face, his jaw darker because of the growing stubble. Jimin doesn’t feel himself lifting his hand up, snapping back into reality only when he feels the tiny tingle in his palms from the alpha’s stubble. Jungkook cocks his head to the side, hand tightening around Jimin’s middle. 

 

His omega whines and a strong wave of pheromones explode around them, the wolf calling for the alpha to do more . Jimin gasps and pulls back, swaying on his feet. Jungkook hovers one arm out, ready to catch Jimin again. 

 

“I’m fine- sorry, I’m fine.”

 

“You don’t need to apologise, Jimin-ah. Do you want to go back? Are you scared?”

 

Jimin shifts his gaze to the dark forest around them. It’s silent and eerie. If he were alone he would be running into the house by now, but he’s not alone. He looks at the alpha, feeling his chest tighten when he sees how close Jungkook is, how wide his shoulders are, how closely his eyes are scanning the area around them. How could Jimin be scared of anything when Jungkook is next to him? 

 

He steps closer to Jungkook again, cheeks aflame and eyes downcast as he speaks softly. “You’re with me….”  he trails off. A subtle but strong wave of sandalwood hits him full force as the alpha hums in agreement and curls his arm around the young omega again. By now Jimin is so used to this position- his body curled to Jungkook’s side while the alpha keeps him close, protective and possessive, that it feels like coming home. He never wants to pull back. 

 

“And why does that make a difference?” Jungkook asks, head tilted down to look at Jimin. They’re so close Jimin feels the alpha’s steady heartbeat against the palm of his hand. “What if a bear attacks us?”

 

Jimin gulps, throat dry. Jungkook’s dark gaze always seems to have this effect on him. He feels tongue tied, knees weak. “You wouldn’t let anything harm me,” he whispers, hands curling up and around the alpha’s thick neck. He lifts himself on his tiptoes, feeling daring enough in the dark.

 

They’re so close now that Jungkook’s warm breath fans over Jimin’s face, their noses only a few inches away. The omega wets his lips, preparing to speak again but the way the alpha’s eyes sharply fall down to his mouth, gaze darkening, makes his belly flip. It hits him then that they’ve never kissed before. The alpha had seen him naked- had taught Jimin how to pleasure himself and also let Jimin find release while practically using him, and yet they’ve never kissed. There’s a tiny mole under Jungkook’s lower lip. Jimin had noticed it before, but the urge to kiss it had never been stronger than it is now. He doesn’t resist it. 

 

Without thinking, Jimin leans in and tilts his head back some more and then his lips touch the alpha’s chin, his top lip grazing Jungkook’s lower lip just lightly. The second he feels their lips touch, Jimin gasps and pulls back, eyes wide. His heart stops beating as he stares up at the alpha, waiting for his reaction. And Jimin doesn’t have to wait for long because in a heartbeat the alpha tilts his chin up gently and then his lips press against Jimin’s fully. 

 

The alpha is careful at first, molding their lips together gently, tenderly. Jimin grips his shoulders and arches his spine, eager to melt into the alpha’s body. He’s burning, buzzing with need. Jungkook’s mouth feels divine against his, moving with so much ease it makes his mind spin. A tongue drags deliciously over his lower lip and Jimin doesn’t think twice before moaning into the kiss and parting his lips wide for the alpha. 

 

And that’s the moment the kiss goes from innocent and experimental, to heated and hungry. Jungkook grips the back of Jimin’s neck, his firm grip keeping the omega in place while the alpha devours his mouth. 

 

Jungkook kisses exactly how Jimin had thought he did. He’s dominating, demanding deeper entrance inside the omega’s mouth with eager and sensual strokes of his tongue against Jimin’s lips, ripping noises from the omega that only he can invoke in him. His grip on Jimin’s neck is possessive, thumb pressed firmly on the omega’s scent gland, rubbing over it from time to time to encourage more of Jimin’s sweet scent to come out. 

 

Jimin’s gasping for air by now, trembling and gripping the alpha’s shirt for dear life. He’s never been kissed like this before- so sensually and passionately. Jungkook’s arm drops from Jimin’s waist and slips his hand under his miniskirt to grab the omega’s asscheek. His fingers are rough, hold hungry and dominating on the omega’s plump ass. Jimin moans and pushes back, already feeling his panties getting wet. 

 

It’s embarrassing to react so strongly just from a kiss, but if it's Jungkook, Jimin can’t imagine ever keeping his cool. The alpha’s presence alone threatens to unravel him so of course he’s nothing but a willing victim when it comes to the alpha’s touches. 

 

His mind shuts off completely and somewhere between breathy and high moans of  the alpha’s name falling from his lips and Jungkook’s fingers kneading his ass and rubbing his scent gland, Jimin finds himself in the alpha’s arms, long and lean legs wrapped tight around the alpha’s waist while he’s pinned to a tree. 

 

The bark of it cuts into Jimin’s back uncomfortably, but he doesn’t care. Not when Jungkook handles him so roughly as if he can’t control himself. He’s so lost in Jimin’s body and scent that he growls loudly in his throat, hand wrapped around the omega’s neck while the other palms his pussy. 

 

When he feels the alpha pull back finally, Jimin opens his eyes, feeling his lips burn. Jungkook’s hair is a mess, probably from Jimin’s desperate hand constantly brushing through it, pupils blown wide. He keeps looking at Jimin, admiring his lips and teary eyes as he curls one finger under the omega’s panties, pulling the thin material to the side. 

 

“Stop me.” Jimin’s heart stops beating. He’d never heard Jungkook sound so lost and ravenous. A shiver runs up his spine, the thrill of having such a strong alpha hungry for him making more slick gather at his entrance. “Pup,” Jungkook lets his head fall in the crook of Jimin’s neck, sharp canines teasing the sensitive skin there. “ Stop me ,” he pleads while slipping one finger between the omega’s drenched pussy lips.

 

Jimin bites his lip and shakes his head, nails scratching at the alpha’s nape, moaning at how good it feels to have Jungkook so close to him.. “I w-want you,” he gasps, pushing his hips into the alpha’s hand. Jungkook groans and slips another finger next to the first. He wraps them experimentally over the omega’s how and wet clit, pressing on it and making Jimin gasp and move his hips. “I want you Hyung .”

 

Jungkook goes still, breathing hard against Jimin’s neck. The omega blinks, dazed and confused. He tries to move his hips to make the alpha move again, but the older tightens his hold on his neck and bites him softly to keep him still. Jimin whines and turns his head to expose his throat, humming the alpha kisses his scent gland and pulls back. 

 

Jimin looks up into his much clear eyes just as Jungkook places his panties back into place gently, carefully. So softly as if he’s apologising with that action alone for doing what he just did. But he has nothing to apologise for. 

 

“H-hyung-“

 

Jungkook shakes his head and kisses his tear-stained cheeks before placing the omega’s feet on the ground, smoothing the miniskirt over his legs with the same gentleness he did with his panties. 

 

“Not here, pup. You deserve better.”

 

But Jimin doesn’t care about what the alpha thinks he deserves. He cares about what he wants and he wants Jungkook. With a fire and courage he never thought he would have, Jimin lifts himself up and pulls the alpha down into a messy kiss. Their teeth clash, but Jimin doesn’t let that stop him from trying to deepen the kiss and make the Alpha understand what he wants. 

 

Jungkook is not pleased. He growls threateningly low and snaps Jimin’s head back by the neck, his hold unforgiving. “I said,” he starts, voice dark and gruff. “Not here, Omega.”

 

Shame explodes inside Jimin at the rejection. His omega cries out, completely distraught but all Jimin can do is tightly close his eyes to escape Jungkook’s harsh gaze. 

 

“You need to learn how to listen and be patient. I promised I’ll fuck you, didn’t I? You don’t need to throw yourself at me like a cheap whore out in the open.”

 

There’s no malice in the alpha’s voice, no real intent to hurt Jimin with his words but the omega feels shame burn bright in his cheeks. He doesn’t want to be like this either- he’s been raised to a certain standard, but he just can’t help himself around Jungkook. Once the alpha gets his hands on him Jimin loses all sense of what’s right or wrong.

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

“Don’t apologise.” The alpha cups his cheeks, staring at Jimin gently, although his pupils are blown wide- a clear sign he would much rather fuck Jimin right here and now but he’s holding himseld back. “I want you to know your worth, pup. You’re not just any omega, Jimin-ah. Your name holds meaning and alphas will try to use you to better their lives. You need to learn how to control yourself. How to hold your omega back from clouding your judgement.”

 

Jimin’s eyebrows pucker in thought, arms wrapped around himself. The night has gotten colder now that he’s not held by Jungkook and the alpha’s body heat is not keeping him warm. “Alphas…” Jimin murmurs, eyes lowered. “You…you always talk about my future alpha or alphas that might want me in the future but I…. I don’t want anyone else…” He lifts his eyes up, catching the way Jungkook’s gaze darkens. “I never wanted anyone else, Hyung.”

 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Jimin winces, the alpha’s sharp reply like a slap over his face. He blushes, feeling like a pup in front of Jungkook. And isn’t that what he is? Jungkook is much older, much more experienced. What business does Jimin have acting like he can just confess to the alpha? But there’s one thing he knows for sure, this is his only chance and he doesn’t want to back away now without even trying.

 

“I- I know I’m young,” he says, determined to speak his mind. Jungkook’s jaw clenches and the alpha falls forward, arms caging Jimin between him and the tree behind. He sucks in a breath, heart skyrocketing. “I know that m-maybe I’m not your…type. But I l-like you, Hyung. I’ve liked you for a long time…..”

 

A cold gust of wind brushes past them. Jimin shivers and moves closer to the alpha, seeking warmth even if their conversation had taken a more serious tone and he should probably keep his distance to keep his head straight. Jungkook’s arm wraps around the omega’s waist and pulls him closer until Jimin has to tilt his head back all the way to look up at him. 

 

“My type…” he hums, eyes wandering slowly over Jimin’s face. His gaze lingers on the omega’s plush and glossy lips, the urge to taste them almost taking over him again. “What do you think my type is, pup?”

 

Jimin licks his lower lip, hand fisting the older’s shirt. He feels like his heart might just burst out of his chest, but he can’t back down now. “Someone…older and smarter….” Jungkook smiles as he leans closer to him. His lips hover over the omega’s scent gland, a low hum of encouragement leaving his lips to let Jimin know he should continue. “S-someone with more in-influence.” The alpha’s lips finally touch skin and Jimin gasps, his whole body burning . 

 

“Go on, pup. What else?”

 

“I don’t- I don’t know- someone- someone like you.”

 

Jungkook’s answering chuckle leaves Jimin breathless. He pulls back after placing one last soft kiss on the omega’s neck, his scent calm and neutral. “Someone like me would only drive me insane, darling. But someone like you…” he trails off, eyes flashing red for the tiniest moment as he stares into Jimin’s eyes. Jimin holds his breath. “ You are…” he brushes a strand of the omega’s hair behind his ear, eyes lowering again to his lips. “I think you are exactly what I need.”

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

 

If there’s one thing Jimin would have to choose about Jungkook that he likes, it would be the way the alpha takes care of him instinctively.

 

Some people struggle with being attentive and careful with their partners. Some alphas have to constantly make the effort to remember certain things about their mates so they can act loving and sweet, but not Jungkook.

 

Sometimes it was just small things. Like that morning on their third day on the island when Jimin had dropped his fork and had to bend to pick it up and Jungkook- who was sitting right across the young omega, had leaned over just slightly to place his hand over the sharp edge of the square table while still talking to his father to protect Jimin’s head as he got back up. Or that time when they were walking through the local village, taking in the beautiful streets and houses at night, and the alpha had constantly gently placed Jimin on the inside of the sidewalk away from the busy traffic even at the late hours. 

 

Sometimes it was bigger things. Things that Jimin noticed as they were happening and he would be left with his cheeks burning and heart fluttering. Like when his parents had insisted they should all go to the beach and have fun in the water, even though Jimin doesn’t know how to swim and is slightly scared of large body of water, and Jungkook had sat by the omega’s side on the sand all evening, keeping him company even though he had previously rented a boat to go sightseeing with his father. Or when he would make his scent stronger to hide that of the other young alphas when they walked around the village because he knew that otherwise Jimin would get overwhelmed very easily.

 

Those, and many more, are things that Jungkook always does, either consciously or unconsciously, and Jimin- being just a newly presented omega and embarrassingly needy for his alpha, falls for Jungkook more and more with each passing day.

 

Since that night in the forest, things have changed. Hearing the alpha outright say that Jimin is exactly what he needs has given the young omega the courage to boldly take what he wants without feeling shy or insecure and overthinking everything.

 

That’s why on the morning his parents take the private yacht for a day-long trip around the neighboring islands, Jimin doesn’t waste a second to think about if he should do what he wants to do or not- he just does it. It takes him about an hour to get ready in the shower and about another forty minutes to put on some light makeup and choose the perfect outfit for the day. The outfit in question can’t even be called that considering the lack of clothes he ended up putting on himself.

 

He twirls once in front of the full-length mirror, eyeing the way the black thong fits perfectly between his ass-cheeks and the way the sheer white beach blouse almost falls off his shoulders. The completely see-through material does nothing to hide any part of his body, but it still feels better to have this extra layer on himself than to walk through the house in just a pair of panties.

 

The plan is simple, at this hour Jungkook is in his bedroom answering some important emails or calling some equally important people and in about thirty minutes or so he will go to the pool area at the back, that’s hidden away from the beach and the main road, to swim some laps and Jimin will be there to sunbathe and give the alpha a nice view during his workout and maybe make the older finally touch him after six days of not feeling the man’s touch on his skin.

 

The sun shines bright and hot on his skin, beads of sweat trailing down his lower back and neck when Jungkook steps in front of him dressed in his usual swimming shorts that hung entirely too low on his hips, exposing that mouth watering dark patch of hair leading down to the place Jimin would stare at day and night if he could. The alpha is freshly shaved and there’s a certain glint in his dark eyes that makes Jimin’s shoulder tense and belly turn as he stares up at the alpha. 

 

The tension between them as they stare at each other is so palpable the omega almost starts trembling from anticipation. He feels high, dizzy the way he feels after drinking alcohol even though he’s completely sober. That’s just the effect Jungkook’s intense black eyes have on him. 

 

The alpha prawls forward, his steps sure and powerful, looking so dashing with the black sunglasses on top of his head and the chain around his neck that Jimin doesn’t even try to protest when he gently pushes the omega’s leg down from the lounge chair with two fingers on his inner thigh. Jimin inhales deeply and gently places his bare foot on the warm tiles, watching as Jungkook’s gaze fall right between his parted legs. A light breeze passes by them gently, bringing along with it the alpha’s musky and rich scent and a welcoming cooling effect down Jimin’s spine. His omega inhales Jungkook’s scent greedily, making Jimin grip the sides of the chair to keep his hands from holding on to the alpha’s arms or worse.

 

“Care to join me for a swim?” Jungkook speaks finally, voice low and charming in ways that has Jimin’s toes curling.

 

“I would rather just….watch,” he responds, letting his eyes wander up and down the older’s muscled abs and chest suggestively. The alpha smiles and leans in closer, both arms resting on each side of Jimin’s middle, muscles bulging deliciously. The omega gulps dryly and snaps his eyes up, hips moving instinctively to search for some sort of friction now that he feels Jungkook’s body so close to him. But he’s stopped short when Jungkook tsks lowly and holds Jimin’s hip down with one hand, his grip scorching hot and strong.

 

“What are you up to, pup? You’ve been awfully daring lately.”

 

“I just…felt like sunbathing.”

 

“ Hmmm I see.” His eyes linger on Jimin’s face, a subtle smirk stretching his lips in that way that tells the omega the alpha knows exactly what he’s trying to do. “Then I’ll leave you to it.”

 

He’s about to stand up, muscles flexing as he leans back on one knee that’s propped up on the lounge, but Jimin reacts fast enough and grips the alpha’s biceps to keep him in place. “Don’t go.”

 

The silence that follows his words is so thick Jimin feels the weight of it on his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. His omega is purring inside of him, his scent embarrassingly sweet and beckoning, pheromones going haywire with need. 

 

“Why not?” The alpha asks while lifting his hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. Their eyes meet and the omega trembles when he notices the tiny slivers of red swimming in Jungkook’s otherwise dark eyes. His scent is neutral, shoulders relaxed, body slumped in a way that should tell Jimin he’s not at all affected by the tension between them and Jimin’s scent, but the growing bulge in his swimming shorts tells the omega the exact opposite. And that’s all the encouragement Jimin needs. 

 

Making his muscles work properly proves to be as difficult as breathing, but Jimin manages to lift himself on his knees in the end. He watches Jungkook as he places a tiny palm over the alpha’s chest and applies enough pressure to make him understand what he wants. Jungkook keeps eye contact, the air between them being sucked into the void as the alpha lets Jimin push him back enough for him to climb on his lap. With his thighs on both sides of Jungkook’s middle, Jimin slides forward until his clothed pussy rests right over the bulging heat in Jungkook’s shorts.

 

“Take me to bed,” Jimin whispers over the older’s lips, cheeks aflame. It feels like he will melt into a puddle right there, but the primal need that had taken over him to feel Jungkook guides him and keeps him sane enough. His fingers trail lightly over the alpha’s thick neck, fingertips brushing shyly over his scent gland. “ Please .”

 

The first crack Jimin sees in Jungkook’s perfectly crafted mask of poised control is the way his chest expands and his shoulder’s tense, both hands snapping to grip Jimin’s hips. The second one is the way he manhandles Jimin onto his back, legs spread wide apart and rips his panties in one swift and rough tug. He’s naked as well in the blink of an eye, gaze dark and dangerously devoid of emotions. If it weren’t for his overwhelming scent thick with arousal, Jimin would think the alpha is just taking a stroll down the beach on a normal afternoon and not pinning Jimin down with half his strength, cock hard and angry red a breath away from the omega’s leaking pussy. 

 

“No bed, pup. You don’t deserve it after throwing yourself at me like this. You want my cock this bad, hm?” He moves closer, one knee between Jimin’s thighs to guide his cock closer to the omega. The heat of him almost palpable. “You want to know how it feels to be fucked good and finally become a useful omega? I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you a taste.”

 

“Yes- yes please Hyung just - the tip- even just the tip- anything-”

 

“ Fuck. Look at you, begging so prettily,” Jungkook teases, one hand sliding up the omega’s stomach until his fingers curl around Jimin’s soft hair. With a sharp pull he forces the younger’s head down. “Watch. The moment you close your eyes or look away I’ll leave you here to take care of yourself alone.”

 

Jimin gulps and nods quickly, heartbeat skyrocketing as he watches the bulbouse tip of the apha’s cock just a breath away from his crotch. He wants it so bad he’s aching, insides burning, muscles trembling. 

 

“The second I touch you like this,” the alpha starts, voice gruff and low, “you’re mine.”

 

Jimin wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

“Just- just the tip, right?” Jimin asks through ragged breaths. “I-” he looks around, eyes wide as he sees everything around them so clearly in the light of day. He can’t believe they’re doing this outside where anyone could see them if they somehow got access to the residence. He’s sure he will be too tense to take the apha all the way, especially with how big Jungkook is. He will bleed if Jungkook takes his virginity and the white fabric of the lounge will be tainted and everyone will know what happened. But he needs something . Anything. “Just the tip, Hyung. I want it- I want it Hyung I want it-”

 

His begging is cut short as a shockwave of pleasure snaps through his body and his jaw falls open, eyes almost closing from pure bliss. Jungkook smirks knowingly and guides his cock to repeat the same motion, dragging the tip from Jimin’s enlarged clit down between his rosy lips and stopping right at his entrance, pushing just the tiniest bit past the tense ring of muscles, enough to make Jimin feel the pressure. 

 

Jimin explodes. His eyes turn yellow and then he’s gripping the alpha’s shoulder blades, nails pressing in the skin there to force the apha closer, the tiniest snarl escaping his clenched teeth. 

 

For a moment nothing happens. The world stills. Jimin can’t even feel his heart beating. He knows he’s fucked up. His omega crawls back, releasing an insane amount of sweet pheromones and forcing Jimin to bare his neck to show how sorry he is for daring to act like that. His eyes are scrunched shut, chest heaving, whole body shaking. And then he hears it- a deep chuckle that has his hackles rising and his omega whining.

 

“Is that all you’ve got?” the alpha mocks him while pushing the wet tip a little bit more inside Jimin. The omega’s eyes snap open. Jungkook’s watching him with an amused smirk on his lips, a dark thrill in his fierce eyes. “You think you can make me do anything with just that baby snarl of yours, omega? If you really want it, work harder for it.”

 

His omega begs him just submit, to not anger the alpha more. But Jimin recognises something his omega can’t sense yet- Jungkook is excited . He wants Jimin to set his shyness aside completely and take exactly what he wants or at least try to make the older give him what he wants. He wants Jimin to be confident enough to take what he needs. And so he does. 

 

Jimin watches the alpha as he slides one hand up to grip Jungkook’s shoulder while the other slides down to wrap around half of his wrist. His eyes lower as well, remembering Jungkook’s earlier command. He watches his tiny hand wrapped around the alpha’s thick wrist, shivers running up his spine when he applies enough pressure to actually make Jungkook’s hand move and in turn make the tip slide a tiny bit more past his soaked entrance. He’s sure that if he wanted Jungkook could keep his hand perfectly still, Jimin doesn’t have half the physical strength to attempt to overpower Jungkook, but the alpha lets him. He lets Jimin push the tip inside of him as much as he wants. He stops after every delicious small movemenet, shuddering bodily as he revels in the way his walls stretch so much even around just half of the alpha’s tip. It feels so good. He feels so dirty for doing this outside in the open, the mental image of his spread thighs and willing body under Jungkook’s much bigger and stronger one under the strong daylight making his mind spin, sweat gathering around his scrunched eyebrows and trailing down his neck, sliding down his pulse point that beats rapidly under his blushed skin. 

 

“If this is all you can take, then you better stop dreaming about getting fucked, little omega,” the alpha whispers almost tenderly into his ear. Jimin blinks rapidly to push the dizziness away and focuses on watching his pussy opening up for the alpha. He barely has half of the tip inside of him and he’s already feeling so full, walls stretched obscenly over the reddening skin of the alpha’s cock. How is this possible? How can he feel like he’s going to be split open from just half of the alpha’s tip? How will Jimin ever take all of it? Is it because he’s never had anything bigger than one of his fingers inside of him? That had felt too much in the beginning as well but after a while he’d gotten used to it and actually craved more. That means that Jimin can learn to take Jungkook’s cock little by little. He can get used to feeling his pussy stretch around more of Jungkook each time they try until he will be able to take him fully. Yes. Jimin will take his alpha’s cock fully one day. He has to. He needs to.

 

He’s so far gone that he’s reduced to non-verbal responses, a tiny hiss of warning escaping his lips once again at the alpha’s mockery. Jungkook nuzzles into the side of his face and Jimin can feel the smirk on his lips. 

 

“So fierce, pup,” the alpha chuckles. “Can you do it, hm? Can you open up that tight pussy to let me in?” Something warm and liquidy gathers around Jimin’s fingertips on Jungkook’s back and althout the strong scent of blood eventually reaches his nose and registers into his foggy brain, Jungkook doesn’t seem at all bothered by the tiny nails biting into his skin. “Come on, darling,” the older coaxes him, voice dark and alluring. “Let me feel your pussy properly. Let me in.”

 

Jimin breathes in deeply, fingers shaking around the alpha’s wrist but he doesn’t let go. His omega finally comes forward again and suddenly his walls relax completely as more slick gushes out of him and thats when he guides the alpha’s tip inside fully. He watches as it slides right in, settling so perfectly between his slick and tight walls that he starts crying both from pleasure and pride. He did it! Jungkook is inside of him. Jimin can feel him so intimately stretching and keeping his walls open around his tip. His walls clench and unclench around the unfamiliar intrusion, sending waves of pleasure up the omega’s spine. It feels so much better than just his finger. He’s never felt so stretched. So full. He’s purring or maybe whining or growling- he can’t tell.

 

“ Good- Good omega.”

 

That praise- spoken so tenderly right over his pulse point sends Jimin right over the edge. He gasps and wraps both arms around the alpha’s neck as he starts convulsing, writhing in pleasure with no control over his muscles. Jungkook pins his hips down with one hand, the other clamping tightly over the omega’s parted lips to muffle his cries of pleasure. Jimin searches the older’s eyes as fat tears stream down his face, strangled moans getting caught in the alpha’s palm.

 

“As much as I adore your sounds, darling,” he starts and Jimin feels him pull the tip out just an inch before sliding back in, sucked right back inside by the omega’s greedy pussy. “I don’t think the housekeeper wants to hear you and imagine all the depraved things an old alpha like myself can do to such a young and naive omega to make you sound so filthy. I don’t think I’ve heard such sounds in any porn video I watched when I was a teen.”

 

Jimin whines, shame burning bright in him, but not brighter than the need he still feels for the alpha. He can feel Jungkook’s weight on him. His body heat. Can smell his sweat and arousal and everything makes him almost go feral with need. But he can’t force himself to do anything more. He curls into the alpha, rubbing his cheeks on the older’s chest, seeking comfort. Jungkook kisses the crown of his head and gently starts pulling out. Jimin whines and cries at the loss, but the alpha quickly starts scenting him and pulls the omega closer to his body, holding him tightly. 

 

“ Shhh it’s ok. She doesn’t have access to the pool. I would never let anyone see you like this, pup. Never.”

 

And although Jimin believes him, his cheeks burn bright red later when he waddles out of his room, still feeling his pussy stretched open even after a long shower and sees the housekeeper walk out of his parents room. She smiles kindly at him but Jimin can’t do much but squeak and almost run back into his room, forgetting all about the hot cup of tea he’d wanted to make for himself. His heart beats frantically in his chest as he slides down the door, lower lip caught between his teeth. 

 

It’s thrilling to imagine that the beta might have heard him beg and cry out in pleasure, but it’s also something so deeply shameful he feels horrible for imagining it. Even so, that night he pushes a pillow between his thighs, huffing and crying with one hand over his mouth. He rides the pillow while thinking about all the things Jungkook could do to him outside by the pool while the housekeeper eavedrops from behind the half open door Jimin himself had left open. He imagines her getting aroused by Jungkook’s potent and virile scent and lewd words, but Jimin is the only one being on the receiving end of everything, the only one getting to enjoy the alpha’s full attention. He comes with his teeth wrapped around another pillow, almost screaming into it from the powerful orgasm he experiences while remembering the way the alpha’s tip had stretched his pussy open just that afternoon. 

 

When he turns to lie on his back, heaving and still shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm, he smiles shyly. He’d done a lot today so he feels proud of himself. His omega tells him he’s on the right path to making Jungkook finally fuck him and Jimin believes it.

 

Soon. 

 

༉ ༺𓆩🤍𓆪 ༻ ࿓

For the following days the tension between them crackles and creates a gravity field of its own, making Jimin never steer too far away from the older Alpha. It's his omega that craves to be close to that wonderful scent he recognizes as his mate’s but it’s also his own desire to be around the charming man that makes Jimin unable to stay away. 

 

They spend a lot of time just the two of them by the pool during the day, talking about little things. And when the night falls they slowly make their way inside and on the couch, continuing their conversations. 

 

It feels surreal, Jungkook talks to him as if they’re the same age, explaining everything Jimin is curious about regarding his work or other things. It’s new and refreshing. Although he’s of age now he’s still an omega and he’s used to being treated a certain way, but that all goes out the window when he’s with Jungkook.

 

Jungkook has made Jimin feel like a true omega a lot since Jimin’s coming of age, and now he was also making him feel like an adult- like a normal person growing up and getting to learn about how the world operates and what he should do in the future. It’s a little bit scary because the future Jimin imagines for himself revolves around the alpha and a few pups he would be more than willing to give to him, but they’ve never talked about that. 

 

You’re mine .

 

That’s what the alpha had said and Jimin- lost in the heat of the moment and his desire, had believed him wholeheartedly. At that moment he’d believed that at the end of this path they have to walk together now Jungkook will take his hand, mate him, and then lead him to another path they should follow together for the rest of their lives. But now, after days of not being touched by the alpha, he’s not so sure anymore. 

 

“What’s got your scent all sour?” The alpha asks, one finger stroking the side of Jimin’s face. The omega breathes in slowly and scoots closer until he can wrap his arms around Jungkook’s torso. “Pup?”

 

“Nothing. I like it,” he mumbles.

 

“What do you like?”

 

“Talking to you like this.”

 

The alpha hums and then a warm palm settles on Jimin’s back. He’s wearing a pink tank top that’s skin tight on him and thin, so the weight and warmth of Jungkook’s big palm feels like it’s directly on his skin. A shiver runs up his spine when Jungkook starts stroking his back lazily.

 

“Are you tired? Let me take you to bed.”

 

Jimin lifts his head, cheeks rosy as he meets the alpha’s gaze. His features are relaxed, the stubble on his chin bigger than it was a few days ago but even so he looks breathtaking. He’s dressed only in a pair of loose sweats and a black t-shirt and the casual look makes him that much more attractive. His omega wants to be wrapped in the alpha’s big arms and held tightly to his chest all night in his nest. And while Jimin surely wants the same, he also wants something more .

 

With a little bit of courage he lifts his hips and straddles the alpha, their eyes never leaving each other. A glint crosses Jungkook’s gaze as he follows Jimin’s movements and once the omega is comfortable in his lap the alpha wraps one arm around his middle and pulls him flush to his chest. Like this they’re eye to eye but Jimin can’t look at the alpha for more than a few seconds before getting too nervous and looking away. He eyes the stairs, trying to hear if his parents are still awake but it’s past midnight, they should be asleep by now. 

 

“Come to bed with me,” he whispers, lips brushing Jungkook’s jaw. The fine hairs there tickle him but instead of making him laugh it makes his pussy throb when he imagines how it would be to feel that between his thighs. 

 

“Are you getting impatient?”

 

Jimin pouts and lowers his nose to the alpha’s scent gland, inhaling deeply. His body sags, plush thighs spreading further to feel Jungkook’s hardening cock under his shorts better. “You promised…”

 

“I promised I would get you alone for at least two days, but that’s not possible baby, I’m sorry that I have to go back before you do.”

 

Jimin understands why the alpha has to go and he doesn’t mind it. He knows that business is very important to Jungkook and it’s not just that, another business partner had tried to screw him over- working behind his back with one of their biggest opponents from across the sea and Jungkook has to go back as soon as possible to put the alpha back in his place and set things straight. And that’s the problem. Imagining Jungkook go in full dominant mode over another alpha has his toes curling, omega desiring to be marked and bred by the alpha he knows to be the strongest. 

 

“Please,” he pants, back arching to grind against the alpha. His shorts are wet already because he’d chosen not to wear any panties tonight and he knows that Jungkook can feel the amount of slick coming out of his pussy. A thrill rushes through him and he grinds his hips harder to feel the alpha’s cock press into him better. 

 

“Easy, pup,” Jungkook murmurs, his lips finding the side of Jimin’s face, hands gripping his hips to stop his movements. “I won’t fuck you tonight.”

 

Jimin looks at the alpha with a pitiful expression, eyes red with unshed tears. “Why?”

 

Jungkook caresses his cheeks and leans in to place a lingering kiss on his lips. “Because I want to take my time with you when I take your virginity, darling. I want a whole weekend just for the two of us.” The alpha keeps his lips a breath away from Jimin’s as one of his hands slides over the omega’s plump ass cheeks, settling over his throbbing hot pussy. Jimin whines, face falling to hide in the alpha’s neck. “I need a day just to eat you out and make you cum on my tongue until you forget your own name and then another day to stretch you on my fingers one by one until you can take four of them and I know you’re ready for my cock. And then,” his finger presses on Jimin’s clit making the omega gasp and buck his hips back. “When you’re so open not even four fingers satisfy you and you’re so wet your slick is all over my sheets, that’s when I will fuck you, baby.” With experienced ease the alpha pulls the tiny material of his booty shorts aside until Jimin’s slick and wer pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room. His finger glides easily through the wetness, stopping at the omega’s opening. He circles the sensitive spot with the tip of his finger, gathering the slick gushing out of Jimin and spreading it between his pussy lips and over his clit until the omega is crying in his arms, breathing through his nose, fists clenched in the alpha’s shirt. “I will feed you my cock slowly, make sure you feel every inch of it claiming your pussy. And when I’m done with you,” he growls, big fingers pulling Jimin’s head back to make the omega look into his eyes. “You won’t ever want to go a day without feeling my cock in you. You will beg for it every day, beg for me to knot you and breed you full of pups.”

 

Jimin’s orgasm blinds him. It happens so unexpectedly a cry slips his lips before he clasps a palm over his mouth to keep it down. He ruts his hips rapidly, chasing more of the feeling as Jungkook rubs circles over his clit, helping him ride his orgasm. Wave after wave and hot white pleasure courses through his body. His muscles spasm, fingers clenching tighter on the alpha’s shirt over his shoulder. When his body finally relaxes he falls forward, shaking lightly, eyes closing to bask in the aftermath of his orgasm and Jungkook’s rich and soothing scent. 

 

“Do you need a bath?” Jungkook asks softly, fingers moving between Jimin’s lips once more before he slides the shorts back into place. The omega shakes his head and tightens his grip on the alpha’s neck. Jungkook kisses the side of his head, hands wrapping around his waist. “Let me at least clean you up and then you can sleep.”

 

Jimin goes in and out of consciousness as Jungkook carries him upstairs. He remembers being placed on the counter next to the sink and a warm and wet cloth gently wiping the slick and cum from his thighs and pussy. But after that, everything's a blur and when he wakes up the next morning he doesn’t even know when he’d fallen asleep.

Jungkook leaves the day after that and Jimin spends the rest of the vacation sulking in his nest, nose buried in the shirt the alpha had left for him before leaving.  

 

 

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