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Jeongguk kicks his door shut behind him and toes off his shoes without checking where they land in the hallway. Loosening his tie as he walks toward the kitchen island, he drops his carry-on bag on top of it. He takes a deep breath, the pain hammering his temples, and gets himself a drink from his well-equipped bar. The dim lights in the kitchen and living room are a reminder that Jimin is home, and the thought alone of seeing his mate is almost enough to subside his terrible mood. It would usually only take Jeongguk smelling Jimin's sweet caramel scent lingering around the house for his day to become brighter immediately. Still, the CEO of TechTide had decided to be a pain in the ass for the last three days—so whiskey will have to do.
He makes his way to the bedroom, whiskey glass in hand, trying his hardest not to make any noise. Jeongguk softly pushes the ajar door and just as he had suspected, Jimin is fast asleep on his side of the bed. His glasses are barely hanging on, a little crooked atop his nose, indicating he had fallen asleep while waiting for the other. He bites his lip, fighting the urge to coo at the younger’s soft snoring and the way his lips are slightly parted. Jeongguk sits on the edge of the bed, leaving his glass on Jimin’s nightstand, and tenderly cups his mate's cheek. The alpha caresses the warm skin with his thumb, gently removing the glasses and putting them in their case.
Jimin’s breathing is even, and his pillowy pink lips are in a pout, making him look younger, and softer around the edges. Jeongguk can’t resist the urge to lean forward and plant a chaste kiss on his cute button nose. The alpha seems to forget all about his pent-up anger the longer he stares at his beautiful mate. Jeongguk is sure Jimin’s face could both start and end a war.
“Jeongguk?” The gravelly sound of Jimin’s sleepy voice, usually silky and mellow, makes him shudder slightly as he fixes a piece of hair behind Jimin's ear and watches him slowly open his eyes. The omega’s grin expands across his face as soon as he makes eye contact with him, and the alpha could eat him up right then and there. It’s still hard for Jeongguk to believe that such joy could take over Jimin’s features just from seeing him.
“Were you expecting anyone else?” Jeongguk jokes as Jimin takes hold of his hand, still rubbing soothing circles on his cheek, and kisses the inside of his wrist.
“Yeah,” Jimin goes along and the older can tell he’s fighting back a shit-eating smile. “You have to leave before my hot sugar daddy catches us,” he whispers with faux concern, but the glint of mischief in his eyes has Jeongguk struggling not to laugh.
“Is that so?” One of his dark eyebrows shoots up, amused. His fingers start a path from his omega's cheek to his chiseled jaw, all the way down to his mating mark where he feels Jimin's rising heartbeat, making Jeongguk smirk knowingly. If there’s something Jimin loves is the thrill of riling the older up. “We wouldn’t want the old man to see us, would we?”
“Hey!” Jimin pouts, big innocent brown eyes staring up at Jeongguk as he puts the smallest amount of pressure around the younger’s neck, right over his scent glands. “Fifty is not that old!” He whines and Jeongguk bursts out laughing, almost falling forward over a snickering Jimin. He’s careful to hold himself up with a hand next to Jimin's head, to avoid putting his weight on top of his swollen belly.
“I’m not fifty, you rascal!” Jeongguk complains light-heartedly, slapping the side of Jimin's thigh. “I get one gray hair and you start planning my retirement.” He grumbles. He’s barely thirty-two! Jimin loves reminding him about their four-year age gap. He loves exaggerating it, too.
“Oh, not at all!” Jimin giggles and takes hold of Jeongguk’s hand once again, placing it on his belly. “I can’t wait to get fucked by a silver fox,” he winks and Jeongguk is so gone.
“You are a menace to this old man’s heart,” he smiles, squeezing Jimin’s fingers. He bends down to place a kiss right above his exposed navel where his oversized sleeping shirt has ridden up, whispering to his pup. “Have you behaved today?” His lips brush against Jimin's soft skin, tickling the omega and making him giggle.
“She’s been kicking around all day, actually,” he smiles fondly, patting Jeongguk’s fluffy hair as he continues to alternate between littering kisses and rubbing his cheek against his belly, scenting him thoroughly. “But she's awfully peaceful now,” he snorts. “I think she likes you more than me.”
“Nonsense, she just likes it when we're together,” Jeongguk sits back up and fixes Jimin's shirt. No matter how many times Jimin insists he runs awfully hot since he got pregnant, it's still winter, and Jeongguk refuses to let him and their pup get cold.
“Can't argue with that,” Jimin sighs. Jeongguk gives him an apologetic smile, taking one of his tiny hands in his. He knows Jimin misses him as much as he does when he's at work, even if Jeongguk's position as CFO has allowed him to reduce his in-person working hours. Neither of them can wait until next month, so Jeongguk can start fully working from home during the last trimester.
“Gonna take a shower, okay?” He kisses Jimin's knuckles and whispers his next words against the warm skin of his hand. “I'll make us dinner after that, how’s that sound?”
“Can’t wait,” Jimin sighs, pulling Jeongguk into a quick peck.
Jeongguk pulls him closer by the back of his neck so he can purr his next words right into his omega’s ear, “And then I’m going to eat you up.” Jeongguk takes the spike in Jimin’s saccharine scent as a yes.
Stepping out of the shower in nothing but a fluffy white robe, he makes quick work of putting together a simple dinner for both of them, while Jimin tells him all about what he did while they were apart—which pretty much consisted of sleeping, buying baby clothes online and missing Jeongguk. He knows Jimin misses his job, too, but they had both agreed on him staying home during his entire pregnancy, fearing that running after energetic pre-schoolers all day could be too rough on him in that state. The alpha would love to provide for his little family while Jimin stays at home, doing whatever his heart desires, but that’s the primal side of him talking. Jimin loves his job, and his students love him, too. Jeongguk would never dare even suggest taking that away from him.
They eat enveloped in a comfortable silence, Jimin sitting sideways on the alpha’s lap, letting the older spoon-feed him despite his insistence that he can definitely still do that himself. Jeongguk won’t have it, though, stating that it is his duty as the younger’s mate to make sure both of his babies are properly fed. Jimin just rolls his eyes fondly and accepts Jeongguk’s spoonfuls.
The moment they get back to their bedroom, however, something in the air shifts, turning thicker with the impending scent of arousal.
Jimin starts undoing the belt that holds the robe closed tightly around Jeongguk’s waist and watches as the garment falls open, exposing his sun-kissed skin and his already half-hard cock. Jimin's fingers travel from the middle of the older’s chest right down the defined line between his abs, stopping just shy of his belly button. Jeongguk watches him like a hawk, catching the way Jimin’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he continues his path south to his dark trail of hair, the contrast between his cold post-shower skin and the warmth of Jimin’s fingertips making Jeongguk tremble under his touch. Jimin’s eyes snap up as he feels the goosebumps rising on Jeongguk’s body, and the way his sultry half-lidded eyes look up at him, both innocent and so full of burning heat, has Jeongguk instinctively sticking his tongue out to wet his lips. He gets a very peculiar thrill from the fact that Jimin, who's at least a head shorter than him and so small Jeongguk could shield his entire body with his own, is looking at him like he hung the moon. Like Jeongguk is a predator and he’s his willing prey.
Without uttering a word, Jimin's hands reach his shoulders to push the robe completely off his body. Jeongguk doesn’t even flinch as the white fabric pools at his feet, too caught up in studying Jimin's every movement. On days like these, Jimin doesn’t need the usual guidance he would otherwise deeply crave, his undivided attention is on helping Jeongguk unwind from all his stress. He gets actual pleasure just from knowing he’s making Jeongguk feel good, which becomes obvious judging by the wet patch in the younger’s grey pajama shorts, and the unmistakable scent of slick starting to clog the air. Jeongguk thinks the sticky-sweet liquid has only become more addictive ever since Jimin got pregnant.
“On your knees.”
A soft whine escapes Jimin’s lips as he sinks to his knees before Jeongguk gets to finish his command. The alpha’s cock twitches, almost fully hard at this point. Jimin wraps his small hand around the base, his chubby fingers failing to cover the entire girth, and starts to stroke the length slowly, his grip nowhere near as unforgiving as Jeongguk wishes it to be. Jimin's dark eyelashes flutter as he looks up at Jeongguk, keeping his movements controlled, an expert at his task. He strokes Jeongguk’s cock to full hardness at an agonizing pace, his eyes never shying away from the older’s. Jeongguk catches the exact moment a glint of mischief settles in the brown orbs staring up at him and his breath gets stuck in his throat as Jimin scoots a little bit closer to his groin and sticks out his tongue, using it as a resting spot for the tip of his cock as he continues to stroke it, fingers tightening around it when he starts caressing his balls with his left hand. He doesn’t suck nor suckle, he doesn’t give the head the usual kittenish licks he uses to tease Jeongguk as if he was his favorite lollipop. He simply lets it rest there, like a VIP cushion for his dick, and fuck, Jeongguk cannot look away. There’s drool starting to drip down Jimin’s chin from keeping his mouth open, and it's wetting his shirt right over his belly. Jeongguk has to bite back a growl at the sight, Jimin's bump looking rounder from his angle, making his alpha puff out his chest out of pride of having successfully bred his omega. Jimin, however, seems too preoccupied with toying with his sack instead of giving Jeongguk what he craves.
“You having fun?” Jeongguk grumbles in a huskier tone than he’d expected. Jimin has the nerve to nod enthusiastically, making his cock bounce on the tip of his tongue until it hits his chin, and then he hurries to put it back in place atop the wet muscle. “As much as I love the view, baby,” Jeongguk tenderly brushes the hair off of Jimin’s forehead as it had started to stick to it with sweat, and then abruptly fists a handful of it right at the crown of his head, lowering his own face until Jimin can feel his breath fanning over his lashes when he utters his next words. “If you don’t start using your pretty mouth like I taught you, I’m gonna fuck your throat raw, and then I won’t let you come.”
While they stare into each other’s eyes as Jimin hangs from Jeongguk’s every word, the older studies his face, waiting for Jimin to give his sign—be it verbal or not—of wanting to stop. It doesn't matter how many times they've said and done things that would make the younger blush furiously in the morning, Jeongguk will never stop worrying about the possibility of making his lover feel uncomfortable or, even worse, unsafe. Even more now that he’s been successfully pupped up. Instead, he feels his cock being engulfed by the wet heat of Jimin's glorious mouth, and Jeongguk can only loosen the grip on his hair and groan from the back of his throat. This is exactly what he has been waiting for the entire day. He had pictured Jimin on his knees under his desk when he was being annoyed by inefficient employees and dense CEOs. There’s nothing Jimin's skillful mouth can’t solve.
“That’s it,” Jeongguk praises him as he starts to bob his head, slowly at first. He pulls his cock almost all the way out until only the tip is stretching his lips in such an obscene way that Jeongguk can’t help but curse under his breath, feeling his cock jerk as Jimin suckles on the head before taking him in again, repeating the process over and over again, before the younger takes the alpha into his throat. He feels it tighten around his length and Jimin's short fingers grip his thighs for support, staying with his cock in his mouth for longer than Jeongguk thought possible, making him feel sickly proud of how far the younger has come. Jeongguk still remembers how he would gag at the beginning of their relationship, unable to take more than half of his length before he felt like he was going to suffocate. Now, he bobs his head like his life depends on it, and Jeongguk's cock twitches inside his mouth when he presses his tongue particularly hard along one of the pulsating veins. “Fuck—good boy,” Jeongguk throws his head back and his hand looks for Jimin’s hair once again as he starts to rock his hips slowly, meeting the pace of his mate's head. “Alpha's little fuck toy, aren’t you?” He taunts, cursing as Jimin's moan vibrates around his cock. He feels his orgasm getting closer the longer he fucks into Jimin's willing mouth, and he catches him rutting desperately into the palm of his hand. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Jeongguk asks pulling Jimin off his cock by his blond hair, the loud pop echoing through the room once he parts from his plump reddened lips. Jeongguk would love to paint those pretty lips white with his cum, but today he needs to fuck Jimin at least once before coming.
“Jeong-Jeongguk,” Jimin whines petulantly as he tries to get the fat cock back into his mouth, like a puppy chasing its favorite treat. Jeongguk wants to devour him.
“When I come, it’ll be inside you” Jeongguk pulls him up from under his armpits, amused by the way Jimin struggles to stand up on wobbly legs. “Will you be good and give alpha your tight little hole?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” Jeongguk asks sharply, caressing the omega’s bottom lip with his thumb. He lightly pulls on the plump flesh before letting go of it, watching as it bounces back into place.
“Please, sir,” Jimin rushes to correct himself, looking up at Jeongguk with glazed-over eyes.
Jeongguk smirks, amused. Jimin is such a delight like this, acting like getting fucked by Jeongguk is not only an honor but also a need. He knows Jimin would beg for it if deemed necessary, the older has made him do it before. Not today, though. As much as he loves the chase, he’s too pent-up to keep prolonging this. He needs to taste his mate now, in every way possible.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Jeongguk says, taking Jimin's chin between his thumb and index finger. Their lips brush against each other as he speaks, keeping his hold on the other’s face. “Go sit against the headboard, I'm gonna pick something fun just for you,” he watches Jimin's eyelids flutter as he catches on to what he means. “Is that okay?” Jimin nods so fast, that Jeongguk is afraid he might get dizzy. Ever since getting pregnant, they haven't used their vast collection of toys and restraints as frequently as they would like, many of them too uncomfortable for Jimin in his current state.
He slaps Jimin's ass when he rushes to the bed and Jeongguk can’t help but bite his lip to contain a chuckle at his eagerness to get in position. “Lose the clothes, love.”
Inside their walk-in closet, there is a black dresser with gold handles. The interior of each drawer is lined with wine-red velvet and every single toy is neatly sorted into its corresponding category. Jeongguk opens the second drawer first, picking a pink collar with the word JEON engraved on the front. He chuckles lowly, the memory of Jimin squirting for the first time, the day Jeongguk brought the collar home, still vivid in his mind. He adores being branded with it, completely at Jeongguk’s mercy. Just a toy for him to use however he wants.
From the fourth drawer, he chooses a delicate silver chain with a leather hoop on one end that perfectly matches the pink collar. A leash. They haven’t used that one yet, but he has been dying to try it on Jimin while he mounts him. He wants to test how the younger will feel about it.
Tonight is going to be so much fun.
Jimin is a sight to be seen. His head’s thrown back against the headboard, staring at himself in the mirror placed on the ceiling, right above the bed. He's completely bare now, and the sight of his parted thighs—that have only gotten thicker in the last few months—barely hiding the source of the slick that’s making them glisten, combined with his pregnant belly and his growing tits has Jeongguk’s cock twitching in interest. He wraps a hand around himself, lazily pumping his length as he takes a look at his omega's reflection in the mirror. Buying it was one of Jeongguk’s best ideas, if you ask him, even though the younger looked so red while they were having it installed, that Jeongguk thought he was going to faint. He doesn’t miss the fact that Jimin's hands are gripping the bed sheets like a lifeline, surely fighting back the urge to touch himself—always so obedient. He presses his thighs together when he notices Jeongguk leaning against the door, staring at him.
“Enjoying the view?” Jimin asks smugly, despite the blush painting his cheeks at being ogled so shamelessly.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he points toward the mirror and Jimin blushes an even deeper shade of red.
“I wasn’t looking,” he mumbles, averting his gaze.
“Yes, you were,” Jeongguk smirks, making his way to the end of the bed. “You love watching yourself.”
“Don’t make fun of me!” Jimin whines. He makes no effort to cover himself, though, which has drool pooling under the alpha’s tongue.
“I'm not,” Jeongguk crawls over the bed, making Jimin spread his legs so he can kneel between them. “I also love watching you,” he winks. The older sits back on his heels, his cock bobbing and hitting his naval as he moves. Jimin can’t keep his eyes away from it. “What do you think?” holding up the collar and leash in his hand, the alpha smirks knowingly when he sees the younger’s mouth falling open.
“When—,” Jimin swallows thickly, images of the older pushing and pulling him around by the silver chain clouding his mind. “When did you get that?”
“Before leaving for Busan,” he explains, carefully laying the items on the bed, setting them aside for later. “Would you like to try it?”
“Yeah,” Jimin says breathly, looking up at Jeongguk with blown-up pupils. “Put it on me, please,” he almost whines, leaning closer to his mate.
“Not yet, baby,” the alpha clicks his tongue, gesturing for Jimin to sit up fully. Moving around the bed on his knees, he sits back against the headboard, swiftly manhandling Jimin around until he’s straddling one of the older’s muscular thighs. When he feels the omega’s burning heat pressed against his skin, he grasps his butt roughly, evoking a sweet mewl from Jimin. “I missed you,” he rasps, diving for his scent gland. Sucking the sensitive skin between his lips, he growls in approval when the younger tilts his head, exposing his neck further.
“Ple–please, alpha. I’m so close al–already,” Jimin croaks, tentatively reaching between his legs to part his folds with his stocky fingers, trying to get direct contact between his bundle of nerves and Jeongguk’s leg. He does so slowly, as if expecting the older to swat his hand away, but it doesn’t happen. Jeongguk continues to suck a bruise on the side of his neck, getting drunk on his scent straight from where it’s the strongest. The omega bucks his hips once, twice, and when he realizes the alpha’s hands gripping the fat of his hips are only encouraging his movements, he lets out a broken moan.
“So fucking wet, already,” Jeongguk lets go of his scent gland, voice rough, feeling Jimin’s sticky slick starting to coat his thigh. He tightens his grip on Jimin’s body, guiding him back and forth in quick, short strokes. “What got you this wet, Jimin-ah?” His smug smile is noticeable even when he nibbles at the skin on the other side of Jimin’s throat, eager to leave a mark right where his neck meets his shoulder, next to his mating mark. He basks in Jimin’s soft mewls of pleasure, and the way his back arches like a cat, pressing his body closer to Jeongguk’s mouth. Jimin is mesmerizing like this, completely lost in his own pleasure, taking anything and everything Jeongguk is willing to give him—and Jeongguk would give him the world.
“S’you, fuck,” Jimin moans wantonly once he finds the right angle to keep the pressure on his clit constant. “It’s always you. Missed you so much,” he claws at Jeongguk’s shoulders for leverage, changing his pace to slow, small circles. “Missed your knot,” he all but mumbles, already slurring his words together.
“Is that so?” Jeongguk purrs, littering kisses along the column of Jimin’s long neck, chuckling lowly at the way goosebumps cover his mate’s body. “Did you play with yourself while I was away?” His lips brush Jimin’s smooth skin when he speaks. Jimin’s wetness is running down his inner thigh by now and Jeongguk knows his own cock must be leaking already, wishing it was his length rubbing against Jimin’s silken folds, instead of his leg. There’s always time for that later, he tells herself, too preoccupied with Jimin’s enjoyment for the time being.
“Mhm,” Jimin nods frantically, picking up his tempo. He tugs at the hair on Jeongguk’s nape, trying to get him closer.
“Shit,” Jeongguk pants, way too affected by Jimin’s desperation to get more skin-to-skin contact. He goes willingly, immediately pressing their chests together as much as Jimin’s belly allows it. Jeongguk shudders at the sight, still unaccustomed to seeing Jimin so clearly knocked up by him . The omega’s thigh slotted between his legs accidentally brushes against Jeongguk’s arousal and he can’t hold back a groan of pleasure. “Love playing with your little pussy, don’t you?” He taunts, almost mockingly. Jimin whines at the words, moving his hips faster as he hides his face in the crook of Jeongguk’s neck and sneaks a hand between them, cupping one of Jeongguk’s firm pecs in his tiny hand. It fits perfectly, squeezed by Jimin’s chubby fingers.
“It's hard to reach now but it—it feels good,” he chokes on a moan, words coming out like little hiccups. “Fuck, felt so good,” Jimin starts to mouth at his scent gland and he pinches Jeongguk’s nipple hard, just like the older loves it. Jeongguk’s hand flies to the back of his head, fisting Jimin’s hair. He pulls Jimin off his neck and stares up at him, eyes wild. Jimin’s gaze is unfocused, and there’s a spit on his chin when she opens her mouth to talk. “Fucked myself like you taught me, sir,” he admits it like he’s expecting a reward, and Jeongguk wants to ruin him.
“What did you think about?” The more frantic Jimin’s hips get, the calmer Jeongguk’s voice sounds. It’s taking all of his willpower not to ravish Jimin before he gets to come at least once, first.
“You,” Jimin states without hesitation, eyes focused on Jeongguk’s. “I needed you. Needed you so bad, alpha,” he whines, body starting to move erratically. “Can’t come—shit ,” he stumbles over his words at a particularly good roll of his hips. Jeongguk knows he’s getting closer by the second, he can feel Jimin’s cunt throbbing against his leg. He curses under his breath at the realization. “Can’t come if I’m not thinking about you,” Jimin says, licking his lips, trying his hardest to keep talking even though his thoughts are far from coherent right now. “You ruined my pussy, for anyone else,” he whispers, tiny nose brushing against Jeongguk’s, making the alpha growl something dangerous. The thought of anyone else near his omega’s wet heat makes him want to claim him and mate him all over again. Jimin’s eyes seem to gain back focus when he speaks, and Jeongguk can tell he’s aware of the effect those words have on him.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk’s voice almost breaks, hands going back to Jimin’s waist to help his unsteady rhythm. “Shit, do you hear yourself?”
“I missed your voice–ah,” he gulps, eyes falling closed as he lets himself be guided by Jeongguk’s strong arms. “Needed you to call me a good boy,” he sounds almost delirious by now, brain-to-mouth filter completely out the window. “Can’t come if you don’t call me a good boy,” he moans and furrows his eyebrows, seemingly trying to process his own confession. “What am I even saying?”
“You’re so filthy,” Jeongguk grunts, rubbing one of Jimin’s nipples to help him get closer to his orgasm. “Where’s my innocent omega, huh?” He asks mockingly. They both know Jimin’s innocence was never there to begin with. “Used to get flustered about anything. Now you’re humping my thigh like a bitch in heat,” Jeongguk slaps Jimin’s ass to emphasize his words. Jimin’s moan is the loudest of the night after that. “Didn’t alpha breed you well enough?” he asks, splaying one hand on Jimin’s lower belly. “If you’re still this desperate for cock, hm?”
“Are you proud of what you’ve turned me into?” He pants, looking thoroughly fucked and as gorgeous as ever. “You did this to me, you turned me into this,” he’s almost bouncing on Jeongguk’s thigh by now, seeking relief like his life depended on it. “You did, you did,” he cries out, his pitch getting higher the longer he goes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, please, sir, can I come?” Jimin gives Jeongguk his best puppy eyes, and how is the older supposed to say no to that?
“Sh, it’s okay,” Jeongguk muses, flexing the muscles on his leg to increase the pressure on Jimin’s clit as he comes. “Be good and come for me, that’s it, good boy.” Jimin’s entire body goes rigid, his mouth falling open in a silent scream. Jeongguk wraps his arms around his waist, stopping him from tumbling over. His limbs twitch, his small frame trembling against Jeongguk’s broader one. They stay like that for a while, waiting for Jimin to catch his breath while the older rubs soothing circles on his back.
“Your good boy?” Jimin mumbles quietly after a few minutes have passed. His lips are pressing soft kisses on Jeongguk’s shoulder while he speaks. Jeongguk bites his lip, unbelievably endeared by Jimin’s duality. One second he’s spitting out pure filth, and the next he’s hiding his blushed cheeks on Jeongguk’s neck.
“Mine,” Jeongguk growls, turning his head to plant a loud kiss on Jimin's cheek. “My perfect omega,” he doesn’t miss the way Jimin buries his face deeper in the crook of his neck, probably trying to fight back his pleased smile as if Jeongguk didn’t know about his huge praise kink, ha! “Did such a good job,” he says, happy to indulge his mate’s need for approval.
“Thank you, sir,” Jimin sighs, sitting up straight and tucking a piece of hair behind Jeongguk’s ear, rubbing the lobe between two fingers in a soothing manner. “You always make me feel so good,” he kisses Jeongguk’s lips before looking him in the eye, “fuck me?” Jimin chews on his lower lip, tilting his head to the side like a puppy. Jeongguk wraps his arms tighter around his body, stealing another quick peck from his plump lips.
“Not yet, baby,” he says between short-lived kisses. “I’m not done with you.” Jeongguk doesn’t miss the way Jimin shudders at his words.
“I don’t think I can stand up,” Jimin admits sheepishly. He hurries to hold onto Jeongguk’s shoulders for dear life when, without saying a word, he grabs Jimin’s hips and lifts them up for a moment, lowering himself on the bed until he’s completely lying down. He lets go of Jimin to adjust a pillow under his head.
Jimin straddles his abdomen as Jeongguk takes a moment to caress his bare legs, getting lost in his omega’s tantalizing scent and the milky skin of his thighs. The fact that he gets more of Jimin’s meaty thighs and fat ass now that he’s pregnant, makes Jeongguk a little feral.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jeongguk says under his breath, finally looking up at Jimin who’s staring at him with such love and devotion—despite the dark blush creeping up his cheeks—Jeongguk’s heart does that funny thing it always does around Jimin. “My beautiful omega.”
“You compliment me too much, alpha,” Jimin mutters, trying to brush the compliment off. They both know how much Jeongguk’s words disarm him, no matter how many times he’s heard them. “All you do is feed my ego.”
“God forbid a man has a hobby!” Jeongguk smirks, making Jimin audibly snort. The alpha slides his hands up his belly, scenting it with his wrists in the process. When his long fingers reach Jimin’s puffy chest, he can’t help but curse under his breath. They’ve grown so much over the last couple of weeks, Jeongguk can’t wait for him to finally start lactating. His alpha grumbles in his chest at the thought of his omega producing milk for their pup. It’s such a primal way of thinking, but he can’t make himself feel embarrassed about it.
“What are you thinking?” Jimin chirps, a shy look on his face. Jeongguk’s hands are relentless as they fondle the sensitive breasts. Jimin keens when the alpha focuses his attention on his sore nipples.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk shakes his head, almost in disbelief as he looks up at his mate, rubbing small circles over the hardened buds. Jimin arches his back into the touch, his eyelids fluttering closed for a second when he looks down at the alpha. “Show me your tits,” he demands, dropping his hands back to Jimin’s hips, “push them together.”
“Like this?” Jimin purrs, taking them into his smaller hands and pushing them closer, making them bounce a little. It doesn’t take much, just seeing the utter look of dominance in Jeongguk’s eyes tends to be enough to turn Jimin into a pliant, moldable thing for Jeongguk to play with.
“Fat fucking tits,” he growls, his grip on Jimin’s skin almost bruising. Jimin can’t tear his eyes away from his own chest, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper. How embarrassing to get turned on by his own body. He blames Jeongguk’s constant praise for it. The omega would have never imagined Jeongguk to be able to make him feel sexy when he’s six months pregnant and dealing with swollen feet—but here he is, leaking slick just at the sight of his fertile body. “Just for me to play with, isn’t that right, Jimin-ah?” Jeongguk slaps them, watching the fat jiggle from the impact. Jimin can’t keep it in this time, moaning at the mild sting it left behind.
“Mhm, yeah,” Jimin nods, desperate to make them look even better in Jeongguk’s eyes. “For you, sir,” he whines, looking at the alpha through his eyelashes.
“How can you have tits this big, all of a sudden?” Jeongguk fumbles with them, scraping a blunt nail over a brown nipple. “Can’t wait for them to start leaking,” Jimin’s whole body twitches at the touch like he has been shocked, so Jeongguk does it again, for good measure. “Gonna suck on ‘em every day,” he husks.
“Anything you want, alpha. They’re yours,” Jimin keeps pushing them closer, hoping Jeongguk would put his mouth on them, or touch them. Anything would suffice right now. He can feel his slick running down his exposed folds, probably pooling over Jeongguk’s chest by now. “Si–sir, touch me, please .”
“Up,” he softly pats Jimin’s hip, inching him forward. Jimin gets the memo, climbing up Jeongguk’s body until he’s positioned over his neck. “Sit on alpha’s face,” he licks his lips, almost tasting Jimin’s peach-flavored honey on the tip of his nose, “been dreaming about eating your pretty pussy for days.”
“You were away for three days,” Jimin almost laughs breathlessly, suddenly feeling his mind move away from the sex-haze he’d fallen into, “not a year.” He’s hovering on top of Jeongguk’s face by now, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice when he speaks up again. “Don’t you think I’ve gotten too heavy for this?” He looks down at the older’s face, and the look of pure hunger in his eyes is almost convincing enough for Jimin. Still, he doesn’t want to suffocate his mate with his recently gained weight.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk rasps, a warning tilt to his voice. “I want you to cum in my mouth and it’s not up for debate,” he grabs Jimin’s ass, urging him to settle down over his mouth. “And put your whole weight down, I can take it,” he says, before giving Jimin’s throbbing clit a kittenish lick.
“Oh, okay,” Jimin croaks, closing his fist around one of the bars from the intricate headboard.
“Want to watch you play with your tits while I eat you out, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts leaving wet kisses on Jimin’s inner thighs. “Touch them like I would, okay?” Jeongguk looks up at him while he gets comfortable until his face is leveled with Jimin’s glistening pussy and his nose is almost bumping his little clit, already flushed a darker shade of pink from his first orgasm. Once he realizes Jimin is too focused on watching both of them in the mirror, and isn’t planning on answering anytime soon, he gives her mound a short, light slap to catch his attention. The sound is so wet and lewd that Jeongguk’s heavy cock twitches, resting over his naval. Okay? ” He asks again, pointedly.
“Yes, anything you want, sir, but please,” he hiccups, tightening his thighs around Jeongguk’s face, “do something.”
“Anything for my baby,” Jeongguk licks his lips and finally dives into Jimin’s burning heat. Dipping his fingers on the underside of his thighs, he uses his thumbs to part Jimin’s lips, exposing more of his glistening cunt. The omega’s buttery folds spread beautifully, giving the alpha access to his winking hole. Tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue, he collects as much of Jimin’s slick as he can, swallowing it with a loud slurping sound that has the younger’s ears burning pink.
The alpha’s rationality flies out the window whenever he finds himself in this position. All he can think about is getting as much of Jimin’s pussy inside his mouth, sucking his fleshy inner folds into his mouth, teasing his omega wherever he knows he’s the most sensitive. He can hear Jimin's labored breath above him, and the only thing he would change about this moment is that he cannot see him properly. Jeongguk grips his thighs harder, pulling him down on his mouth until all of Jimin’s weight is on it. His usually tiny nub is enlarged and pulsing with blood, peeking out of its hood. He flicks his tongue over it, once, twice. When the ample hips start rolling down onto his mouth, Jeongguk growls deep in his chest, pleased by the younger’s shameless chasing of his pleasure. He alternates between giving quick, rhythmic flicks of his tongue over his clip, from side to side, and lapping at it from his hole all the way up. Jimin is moaning prettily as he rides his face, spurring Jeongguk on.
Sneaking one of his hands closer to his heat, he teases the opening with his index finger, before thrusting it in without a warning. The muscles on Jimin’s thighs tense instantly, closing tighter around Jeongguk’s head. The alpha suckles and litters open-mouthed kisses on Jimin’s nub, as if he were making out with his pussy. His long digit continues to slide in and out of him, crooking it slightly in search of that sweet spot that drives the younger crazy. Jimin’s broken sob, and the way his body almost tumbles forward, lets Jeongguk know he's found it.
“Fuck,” Jimin cries, lowering one of his sweaty hands to grip Jeongguk’s hair. The alpha slips in a second finger, relentless in his milking of Jimin’s pleasure. At the same time, he rubs his tongue flat over his clit, before trapping it between his lips, applying a constant suction that makes the omega’s hole squeeze his fingers in a deadly grip. He moans brokenly, a new gush of slick pouring over the older’s digits as he trembles on top of him, pulling on his hair as if trying to get Jeongguk simultaneously away from him and impossibly closer.
Jeongguk doesn’t stop, letting go of the hardened nub with a pop, he teases the rim with the tip of his tongue, collecting the saccharine liquid in his mouth while his fingers keep thrusting harshly. “I—I came, sir,” Jimin whines, trashing on top of the alpha. “It’s too much— ah.” He’s barely able to keep his knees from sliding over the satin sheets, and his chubby fingers grip the headboard for dear life. He can’t take anymore, but his orgasm doesn’t subside, it just keeps building pools of liquid heat inside him.
“One more,” Jeongguk growls against his folds, tilting his head slightly to look up at the omega. “Play with your tits and give me one more,” his voice is hoarse and it reverberates through Jimin’s core—so he follows suit. One of his hands goes to his chest, unable to fit all of it in his palm. Jeongguk eats him out like a starved man, slurping the constant flow of slick, which is completely covering the lower part of his face. Jimin rolls his hips, throwing his head back, his brows knitted tightly. Blinking his eyes open slowly, he catches the alpha’s thick cock twitching over his naval, and an idea pops into his head.
“When you were gone, sir,” he struggles to form words, Jeongguk’s abuse to his G spot making his lip quiver a little. "I thought,” Jimin pants, pinching one of his nipples as he rocks his hips back and forth. His throbbing clit brushes against Jeongguk’s strong nose every time, adding to the extasis provided by his tongue, “what if you take me with you, next time.” Jeongguk groans deep in his chest, immediately adding another finger. “And fuck me over the— oh my god,” Jimin moans, all of his muscles going taut when one of the alpha’s sharp teeth accidentally grazes his clit. He’s about to come for the third time tonight, and Jeongguk hasn’t even fucked him, yet. “Fuck me over the conference room’s table, in front of everybody,” he gasps loudly when the older delivers a sharp slap to his asscheek, finally pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck, yes,” Jeongguk growls, and that’s the last thing Jimin hears before his mind goes blank. It takes a few seconds for him to realize he’s squirting right into the alpha’s mouth. His whole body is shaking, and there’s a string of high-pitched sounds falling from his lips. The older is swallowing every last drop, his fingers’s movements slowing down until they finally come to a halt.
Jimin doesn’t notice when his mate’s hands grip his hips, carefully moving him down his body and away from his face. But the moment the omega’s eyes catch sight of the state Jeongguk’s face and neck are in, he thinks he could come again. The amount of slick is almost concerning, making the alpha’s skin glisten in the dim lights. The smile on his lips, however, is what has Jimin leaning forward, awkwardly falling over him to hide his face as far as his belly will allow it. He’s straddling Jeongguk’s waist now, and there’s a throbbing sensation running from his pussy to his thighs that has him breathing heavily against the other’s neck.
“Still willing to take alpha’s cock?” Jeongguk asks, rubbing Jimin’s back. That makes the omega perk up, lifting his head to stare the older right in the eye.
“Always,” he whispers, blindly patting over the mattress until his hand reaches the soft leather of the collar and the cold metal of the leash. Sitting up slowly, he holds the items in front of Jeongguk’s face, sensing his cheeks getting impossibly warmer when he says, “put it on me, please?” It almost sounds like a question, but Jeongguk obliges easily. Holding Jimin steady as he sits up against the pillows, he takes the items from the younger hands.
The clicking sound of the chain being secured on the collar’s heart-shaped hoop makes Jimin’s skin tingle in anticipation. “How’s it feel?” Jeongguk lightly pulls on the leash, and Jimin’s eyelids flutter, a whole body shiver making every hair on him stand up. “Good?” The older smirks, groping the fat of the omega’s right hip.
“Very,” Jimin breathes, reaching behind himself to take hold of the older’s length, gingerly lifting his hips to press the fat tip against his clenching hole, until it catches on it. Bitting down on his lower lip, he lowers his weight steadily, enjoying the stretch as he takes his alpha’s cock inch by inch.
“Shit, you feel amazing,” furrowing his eyebrow, Jeongguk plants his feet on the bed, without moving just yet.
“So big, alpha,” Jimin licks his lips, tentatively circling his hips to get used to the girth. Splaying his palms over his mate’s abdomen, he starts lifting his body painfully slowly, until only the tip is inside before he slams his ass down, taking it all at once. His mouth falls open in a pathetic moan, and he repeats the action, trying to find a comfortable pace.
The second Jeongguk bucks his hips up to meet him midway, pulling on the leash until Jimin’s hands, slippery with sweat, slide up to the older’s pecs. He’s panting and whining straight onto the alpha’s face, putting all of his remaining energy into bouncing on Jeongguk’s length. There’s a persisting sting all over his slick flesh, due to the alpha’s having milked three orgasms from him in such a short time. Jimin loves it.
"That's it, ride that fucking dick,” Jeongguk husks, delivering yet another hard slap to Jimin’s ass, wrapping the chain tighter around his hand, “show me what a hungry pussy boy you are."
“Harder,” Jimin whines, growing more desperate by the second. His hands are splayed on Jeongguk’s chest for purchase, trying his hardest to push through the burning of his thighs, “pound my pussy harder, sir, please,” he begs, slamming his weight down with every bounce on his mate’s cock. It’s not enough, though. He needs Jeongguk to retake the reins, craving the bruising force of his alpha’s thrusts.
“So fucking greedy,” Jeongguk almost growls, firmly planting his feet on the bed. “hold on to me,” he warns before he grabs Jimin’s ample hips with a deadly grip and starts thrusting up, hitting Jimin’s sweet spot every time.
The omega’s mouth falls open, his head lolling back in unbelievable pleasure. He leans back to hold onto Jeongguk’s spread knees and a staccato of ah, ah, ah’s fills the room, mixing with Jeongguk’s deep groans. Jimin’s walls grip his length like a vice on every stroke out, trying to keep him in. When he opens his eyes again, he catches their reflection in the mirror, choking on a moan at the way his body moves like a ragdoll on top of Jeongguk. His mate’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, seemingly hypnotized by the spot where they’re connected. The sight of Jimin’s puffy folds and tight entrance engulfing Jeongguk’s girth, stretched to its limit when he hasn’t even been knotted, yet, is one Jeongguk will never get tired of.
Jimin’s gaze is torn away from the ceiling at a particularly thunderous sound from the alpha, whose fingers must have left permanent imprints on Jimin’s skin by now. He’s biting down on his lower lip so hard it looks painful, until he senses Jimin’s eyes on him and meets them.
“I should keep you bred and hanging from my knot all the time,” he says, hair sticking to his forehead with how much he’s sweating. “Gonna pump you so full of cum it’ll catch again,” his thrusts slow down as he says it, but they become merciless, the slapping sound of skin meeting skin so loud it almost drowns out Jimin’s next words.
“Yes, yes!” Jimin starts chanting like a madman, slamming his hips down to meet every thrust. Right now, it doesn’t matter that he knows the alpha’s wish is biologically impossible. All he can focus on is the prospect of Jeongguk’s seed taking again and again. His omega wants to make him proud, he wants to give Jeongguk as many pups as he’d like. The moment he feels the base of Jeongguk’s cock growing, stretching him more and more every time it catches on his entrance, he starts drooling, incapable of keeping his mouth shut. “Give me your pups, sir,” he whines petulantly, as if Jeongguk would deny him anything, “knot my pussy.”
“Rub your clit for me, baby,” Jeongguk pants, his hips becoming erratic, “cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up,” they both know the stretch alone and the fact that in this position Jeongguk’s cock feels even bigger, more overwhelming than normal, is enough to make Jimin cum. Jeongguk, however, loves nothing more than to watch Jimin’s chubby fingers desperately playing with his pulsing clit, already oversensitive from the number of times Jimin has cum in one night.
Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, and although reaching the little bud isn’t as easy of a task since his belly started to grow, he manages to slide his fingers down his slick-covered mound, a hitched sob getting stuck in his throat when he finally pulls back the hood and starts drawing quick circles over it.
“You didn't—alpha, you didn't knot me,” Jimin whines brokenly, clenching around Jeongguk's cock to stop his seed from leaking out of his pussy. The older is still hard and spilling rope after rope of warm cum inside of him, his fingers digging into his soft hips. “Sir, I ca–can't keep it in, it's going to waste,” he sobs, desperately trying to scoop up the white liquid sticking to his inner thighs. His scent spikes with distress, turning sour. Jeongguk quickly starts releasing calming pheromones, trying to soothe his omega as he rubs circles with his thumbs over his milky skin. He knows Jimin is out of it right now, fearing he will disappoint the alpha if he doesn't keep every last drop inside.
“Don't worry, baby. Alpha will fuck you and knot you now, I promise,” Jeongguk tenderly wraps his long fingers around Jimin's wrist, pulling his hand away from the spot where they're connected and guiding it to Jimin's reddened lips. The omega immediately catches on to his silent request, lapping at his cum-coated hand until he’s swallowed all of Jeongguk’s seed. He opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to show the older his diligent work, getting a deep growl of approval.
“Please,” Jimin says, clawing at Jeongguk's shoulders when the alpha sits up completely, his length twitching inside his mate and making him shudder. He pulls the younger into a hungry kiss, licking into his mouth as if trying to taste himself. Jimin moans against his lips, rolling his hips in a tight circle when Jeongguk starts harshly grabbing handfuls of his ass, biting down on the omega's plump bottom lip.
“Put your hands on the headboard and spread your legs, that's it,” he presses his free hand to Jimin’s lower back, applying just enough pressure to let omega know he wants him to arch his back more. The younger complies easily, sliding his knees further apart. “Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, okay?” Jeongguk says, running his hand down to the sides of his hip, gripping it tightly as he wraps the cold chain around his palm.
“I can take it, sir,” he whines, reaching behind himself to grab his asscheek, letting the alpha see more of him. “My pussy's so empty, please hurry,” Jimin peeks over his shoulder, his eyelids fluttering when he catches the feral look on his mate's face.
“Don't be greedy,’ Jeongguk growls, his breath fanning against the shell of the omega's ear. His warm chest is flushed against Jimin's back, their skin slick with sweat and cum and so, so much slick. Jeongguk feels drunk on the sweet caramel scent, still tasting the traces of Jimin like a piece of candy melting on his tongue. Pulling on the leash to force the younger to look at him, making him crane his delicate neck to stare back at the alpha, the older purrs against his pink cheek. “You're gonna take what I give you, d'you understand?”
“Yes,” Jimin cries, making his scent extra enticing for his mate. He pushes his ass back, rubbing it against Jeongguk’s hard cock until it settles between his cheeks, almost catching on his rim. “I'm sorry,” he mutters, eyes fluttering closed. He misses taking his alpha's thick length in his other hole, but it's something they had decided to stop for the time being. No matter how many times Jimin insists he's fine, the older still worries too much about possibly hurting the omega in his current state. That doesn't mean they don't miss it, though.
Delivering a harsh slap to Jimin’s ass, he grabs his hips with a bruising grip to force him to a halt. “Fucking stop doing that or I'm not going to knot you at all, Jimin,” he grits through his teeth, clearly struggling not to fall into his omega's tantalizing trap. “Is getting your sloppy pussy stuffed not enough for you? You need to be a slut and beg for a cock up your tight little asshole, too?” He pulls on the leash again until Jimin's head is leaning back on his shoulder, the younger's bottom lip quivering with contained sobs. “I bred you and not even that made you less of a hungry cockslut, huh?”
“I'm–I'm so sorry, sir,” Jimin whines, tears accumulating on his thick eyelashes and he tries to blink them away. “You've given me m–more than enough, I–,” he chokes on a wet sob, and Jeongguk can smell the amount of slick he's leaking as he speaks. The younger might not admit it, but he craves Jeongguk’s mean streak as much as he craves his praise. “I'm sorry for being like this,” he sniffs, tilting his head on top of the alpha's shoulder to bare his neck in submission.
Jeongguk hums in approval, thrusting three fingers inside Jimin's clenching hole without a warning. “Don't make me regret giving you my cum, omega,” he says, pressing his fingers right into the omega's sensitive bundle of nerves. Jimin keens loudly, his whole body going taut against the alpha’s broader one. It won't take him long to come again if Jeongguk doesn't stop that right now. “I don't like ungrateful sluts, now, do I?” He says, tone dark and full of a type of malice that makes Jimin weak on the knees.
“No, sir,” Jimin shakes his head, breathless as he fights to hold back his orgasm. Jeongguk's long digits keep thrusting into him, making the muscles in his inner thighs tremble. Without a warning, he swiftly takes them out, feeding Jimin's his cock in one go, finding the perfect angle right away.
The sting takes him by surprise, a wanton moan dripping from his tongue when the older does it again. Jeongguk is using the leather hoop at the end of the leash to spank the tender flesh of his ass, again and again and again. The waves of heat licking at his gut every time the alpha hits his bundle of nerves, combined with the pain and burn of his abused skin is making him dizzy. He can’t keep his mouth shut, a pathetic staccato of ah, ah, ah’s mixing with the slapping sound of Jeongguk’s restless hips meeting his body. It won’t take long for him to reach his peak for the third time tonight.
“I've molded your pretty pussy into my own personal fleshlight, haven't I?” Jeongguk growls, quickening his pace. “I only ever want you taking my cock, Jimin,” he sneaks a hand around Jimin’s chest, holding onto one of his full breasts and twisting the hardened nipple between two skilled fingers. He squeezes the supple fat, fitting perfectly in his large hand.
“Yes, sir,” Jimin moans, letting his head drop forward until it’s hanging between his shoulders. The wet squelching sounds ring in his ears from how much he’s leaking around the alpha’s cock. He knows how much he missed his mate, but the omega is still surprised by the amount of slick he’s producing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this wet outside his heats.
“Say it louder,” the older rasps, angling his hips so he’s hitting even deeper inside of Jimin, coaxing a loud cry from the back of his throat. A new gush of warm liquid coats Jeongguk’s heavy balls, rhythmically slapping against Jimin’s puffy folds. The soft flesh is red and raw, making the omega discover nerve endings he didn’t even know he had. Jeongguk knows he’s letting his wolf—the more primal, possessive side of himself—take over him, since he has already laid claim over his mate a long time ago, a healed bite mark painted on his delicate neck—now partially covered by the pink collar—to prove it. But he still needs to say it sometimes, almost to remind himself that this beautiful, willing man squirming underneath him is his for the taking and no one else’s. Just like he’s purely Jimin’s, too.
“Yes, yes! I'd never want anyone— fuck,” he moans, trying to keep up with the older's merciless thrusts. His palms are sweaty, making it harder to hold on to the metal bar, but he still tries, using it for leverage to fuck himself back on Jeongguk’s cock. “Never want anyone else, alpha, just you,” he says wantonly, only then realizing he has been drooling down his chin. “Do you like my pussy, sir?” Jimin’s voice is high-pitched when he asks, and he’s not quite sure what motivates him to do it, because he knows the answer.
“What was that?” Jeongguk quips, rolling his hips in a way that has Jimin pulsing around his length, getting closer and closer to his release. The omega doubts the older didn’t hear him, judging by the sly tilt of his words as he encourages him to repeat the lewd question. He can almost hear the lopsided grin on his lips.
“Do you like my pussy, alpha?” Jimin purrs, too far gone to muster any shame. He wants his mate to say it, no matter how often he’s heard it. “Does it make— mhm,” he keens when the alpha pinches his sensitive nipple right as he hits his sweet spot. Jimin struggles to form words after that, spit trickling down the seam of his mouth, but he eventually manages to pull through. “Does it make you feel good?” The omega lets his body fall back against the broad chest behind him, Jeongguk’s arm leaving his hip to wrap around him, under his chest. They’re both kneeling on the bed now, Jimin’s nape resting against the alpha’s shoulder once again, basking in the warmth of Jeongguk’s labored breath and deep groans of pleasure next to his ear. It only takes two more hard thrusts from the older to push Jimin over the edge, making his mind go blank.
“Fuck, yes, I love it,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin barely remembers what he had asked him. He’s shaking against Jeongguk’s frame, his eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of white pleasure washes over him. He thinks he might be squirting again, from how much slick is suddenly spilling from his hole, almost forcing the alpha’s cock out of him—but he can’t be sure. All he knows right now is that he needs to be knotted immediately, his wolf whining in his chest in desperation. “I'm gonna come, want you to take all of it, baby,” Jeongguk grumbles, fucking into him harder than Jimin thought possible. His body is limp in Jeongguk’s arms as he’s being pushed into oversensitivity, his pussy clamping down on the shaft. He doesn't care, though, he’d never ask his alpha to stop. So he just nods absentmindedly, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream when he finally feels the stretch of the growing knot trying to squeeze past his tight walls.
“Yes!” Jimin mewls when a particularly harsh buck of the older’s hips manages to make all of his cock go past the ring of muscle, making his alpha’s fat knot settle inside.
“Do you feel that? Alpha's seed in your sticky little cunt?” Jeongguk groans, lapping over his mating mark while he comes. Jimin’s body gets covered in goosebumps at the pure filth of Jeongguk’s words.
“Mhm,” Jimin hums in acknowledgment, sighing in contentment from being filled with another load from his mate. Deep down he wishes he could get pupped again, giving his alpha a full litter.
“Say ‘thank you, sir’,” he lowers his hand from Jimin’s breast to hold his right hip, carefully lowering both of their bodies until he’s sitting on his heels, and Jimin is more comfortably sitting on his lap.
“Thank you for coming inside me, sir,” Jimin says, turning his head to nuzzle into his alpha’s scent gland. “Thank you for knotting me,” he means every word, feeling completely satiated now that he’s gotten fucked and knotted senseless. He tries to help his mate as much as possible while he maneuvers them around so they can lie on their sides, their heads resting on the soft pillows.
“You’re welcome, baby,” Jeongguk smiles, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Jimin feels him nuzzling into his messy hair, filling his lungs with his scent. “Thank you for being so perfect for me,” he purrs, his chest vibrating like an engine against Jimin’s back
“I love you,” Jimin sighs, feeling the older’s skilled fingers unclasp the collar, taking it off his neck. The omega misses it as soon as Jeongguk throws it on the floor.
“I love you more,” soft lips kiss the words over his neck, tender fingertips massaging the pink imprint left behind by the leather material. The collar’s inside is padded well enough not to hurt or bruise Jimin in any way, but the omega’s skin doesn’t need much pressure to bloom in shades of pink and red. Jeongguk always makes sure to inspect him carefully after using one of their restraints, just in case. “Was I too rough?” He asks casually, planting a peck over the younger’s shoulder, but Jimin knows he expects a sincere answer. Judging by how blissful he feels right now, and the fact that their pup seems fast asleep in his belly, Jimin gathers he’s more than fine.
“You were wonderful,” he muses, turning around just enough to see his mate’s face, as much as the knot locking them together will allow it. He looks breathtaking like this—his wavy locks falling over his forehead, wide brown eyes staring at Jimin with absolute devotion, not a hint of the almost feral alpha mounting him mere minutes ago. The omega loves every version of him, but he’s smitten silly by this side of the older. He looks almost vulnerable right now, scanning Jimin’s face in search of a sign of discomfort or pain in it. “I needed that, alpha,” he reassures him, smiling sleepily. The alpha throws one of his arms over his middle, holding him impossibly closer. It’s a little funny, the way his belly makes it harder for them to fall into a tight embrace, but they manage to find a comfortable spooning position while they wait for the knot to go down. “I promise I’m okay.”
It takes longer than it often does outside of their cycles, but around forty minutes later Jeongguk is finally able to pull out. He whispers sweet nothings into Jimin’s ear, trying to soothe him through the discomfort of being empty again, The omega grimaces when the alpha’s cum starts leaking out of him as soon as the tip is out, worsening the mess on their sheets. He turns around slowly, giving Jeongguk a sleepy smile, wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Should I run us a bath?” Jeongguk whispers after a while, his eyelids as heavy as Jimin’s. The omega is being slowly pulled into a deep slumber, but there’s so much slick and cum covering him, that he knows that if he doesn’t clean himself now, he’ll regret it in the morning.
“That sounds nice,” he nods, pecking the alpha’s lips. “But you have to carry me.”
“When do I not?” Jeongguk chuckles, kissing the tip of Jimin’s nose. “Wait here,” he says, untangling himself from the younger’s arms.
Flopping on his back, Jimin catches his reflection in the mirror, smiling at it. He looks utterly fucked , and he loves it. Rubbing circles over his round belly, he feels happier than he ever imagined was possible. He has a loving mate and a healthy pup on the way, whom he cannot wait to meet.
Jimin can confidently say he’s as lucky as it gets.