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“Jimin, baby, why am I blindfolded?” Jungkook asks as he leans back against the headboard of their king-size bed. 

It’s Valentine’s day, and he’s currently being blindfolded by his omega with a thin satin cloth. It might be one of his ties that said omega had bought for him. Jungkook isn’t sure, considering Jimin is hell-bent on using sensory deprivation on him. Jokes on him because he’s an alpha, and he can still very much feel and smell Jimin everywhere around him. 

His scent gives him away, always. The gentle lilt of arousal spicing the vanilla in his scent makes Jungkook sure that he’s currently biting his lip, trying hard to not give into his own desires as he kneels between Jungkook’s spread legs. 

The alpha has tried multiple times to get him to sit on his lap, as that always makes Jimin fold. Just a little of rubbing his pussy against Jungkook’s growing erection and Jimin turns whiny and cute and stereotypical omega, all of his snark effectively gone. 

It’s obvious Jimin has a plan, and although Jungkook is terribly amused by his determination, he’s also a little sad he can’t see his omega. It’s Valentine’s day. He wants to worship Jimin’s body in ways he usually can’t because they never have enough time. 

They have a baby pup. That’s normal. That doesn’t mean Jungkook can’t complain a little. He’s hard-wired to want to fuck Jimin 24/7. 

“Be quiet.” Jimin sighs out. He must be rolling his eyes. Jungkook knows he must be. The omega ties the blindfold around the back of the alpha’s head lightly, his touch all too gentle considering the situation he’s got them in. 

He moves just the slightest bit out of Jungkook’s reach, and the alpha’s hands immediately reach forward to catch him in his arms again. Jimin giggles breathlessly, but he doesn’t pull away. 

He leaves Jungkook’s arms around his waist, and considering this is the first time he’s let him touch today, Jungkook can feel… lace. He can feel it around Jimin’s waist, strategically placed, and also around his hips, after he gets handsy. His hands wander out of their own volition onto the fleshy curve of Jimin’s hips, and then slide further down until they’re on the swell of the omega’s ass. 

And, well, there’s no lace there. Zero. Jungkook thinks he might go insane tonight. He wants to see. Touching isn’t enough. 

“C’mon, baby, it’s Valentine’s day,” Jungkook whines, voice turning petulant, dragging the end of the sentence out as he purses his lips at Jimin. The omega must be quirking his lip in disgust at him. “you can’t possibly be this cruel,” he continues, his hands still squeezing and stroking the roundness of Jimin’s ass. “I wanna see. You know I love seeing you.”

Jimin tuts, but at the very least he doesn’t remove the alpha’s hands from his body. In fact, he lets Jungkook touch, lets him feel every soft edge, every curve, every marring or stretchmark. It’s something so personal to Jungkook because he loves paying special attention to Jimin’s body.

He loves exploring every inch like it’s their first time again, and most importantly, he loves seeing the omega’s expression as he does. 

It’s even more torturous this way, somehow, knowing Jimin is wearing something so pretty for him, knowing he must look like a goddamn angel right now, and even still, he’s testing his patience. He tries to get Jimin closer, tries to to pull him in for a kiss, but the omega doesn’t budge. 

“Maybe I wanna be the alpha for once,” Jimin teases, moving from between the alpha’s legs and closing them shut, before maneuvering closer and sitting on Jungkook’s lap, and the alpha really can’t resist to pull him in now, nose easily identifying where Jimin’s scent gland is even when the omega squirms. His nose swipes over it once or twice before his tongue joins in. 

Jimin smells divine. He can’t help the fact that his cock immediately starts responding to that beautiful scent his omega is oozing, that sticky-sweet melting heat between his legs already calling out for him. 

It’s like a switch. He always just knows when Jimin is wet. The omega says it’s annoying, that he hates that alphas have such a strong sense of smell, but Jungkook knows he enjoys it.

His hand discreetly tries to make its way down, through lace and baby-smooth skin and he’s just got his hand on the hem of the older’s panties when he’s stopped. Jungkook groans after Jimin places his wandering hand back to the small of his waist. 

The omega coos then, placing a soft kiss on the alpha’s lips, and alright, he’ll accept the apology. For now. 

Jimin tries to pull away quickly after but Jungkook has been waiting to kiss him all day and he’s not giving up that easy. Playing Jimin’s little game of cat-and-mouse is fun, but he’s not giving up kissing. 

The omega giggles into it, their teeth clashing together as Jungkook licks in, tongue entangling with Jimin’s. His omega is just so soft. Always so soft, utterly perfect in the way he lets the alpha kiss him silly, lets it go on and on until they’re both out of breath. It’s sweet, slower than usual, special in a raw kind of way, in a way that gets both their scents spicing with their arousal, in a way that Jungkook can feel Jimin’s pussy twitch on his lap. 

He touches the back of Jimin’s ear as he kisses him, hand descending downwards and stroking against the sensitive skin of where his mating mark sits. It has Jimin shivering the slightest bit before they separate, strings of spit connecting their kiss-swollen lips. 

Jungkook’s hips cant up against his will and that sweet-smelling, slick-oozing heaven makes contact against the fabric of his boxers, separated by only their two layers of clothing, and the alpha lets out a growl. Jimin’s pussy always makes him act crazy. 

All of the past Valentine’s days they’ve spent together were usually just spent by fucking. Everywhere. Anywhere. Jimin just let him do whatever he wanted and that resulted in making the omega come numerous times before knotting him at least twice. 

So, to be teased like this… it’s not new, Jimin loves teasing him and making him chase after him, but he’s a good boy otherwise. He takes the alpha’s cock in his pussy without much trouble, always turns so cute and whiny when Jungkook’s deep inside and thrusting hard, massaging against his spongey g-spot. 

“I’m really terrified you’re going to peg me now,” Jungkook blurts out, trying to distract the omega from punishing him for being so disobedient and thrusting when it’s so obvious Jimin is trying to do something. “I mean that’s fine, if you’re into it, then I guess—”

He’s sure Jimin must be wide-eyed at that, blinking down at him. 

“No— oh my god, what are you saying?! Stop talking!” Jimin exclaims, his scent turning embarrassed in the air and his head coming to rest in the crook of the alpha’s neck. Jungkook can feel the heat of his blushing cheeks against his clavicle and he can’t help but smirk a little. “Why are you ruining this. Stop it.”

“Okay, so no pegging?”

“No! I don’t— do you really think I’d waste your knot like that?” Jimin scoffs, although he still places a kiss on the alpha’s shoulder right after. “That thing makes me come a guaranteed two times. I’m not trading it for anything or anyone.”

“You’re funny, baby,” Jungkook says, barely finishing his sentence before Jimin catches his lips in a kiss again, surprisingly so. “That’s good. Your little pussy’s my favorite too. Jeon Jr.’s favorite, too, might I add.”

Jimin laughs at that, his hand tracing a line against the alpha’s abs, the other touching his tattooed forearm. “Stop making me laugh, idiot. Don’t you want us to actually do it?”

“Of course I do,” the alpha bites back, frowning. “but I can’t see you. This is awful for me. You’ve gotta realize.”

“Yeah, well,” Jimin starts, his tone sounding utterly petulant and pouting. “This is punishment.”

“Punishment?” Jungkook questions, quirking up an eyebrow though the omega can’t see it. 

“Mm,” the omega murmurs, the hand that was lightly grazing against his abs now moves lower, towards his belly button, fingers touching against a fuzzy happy trail leading down to his cock. Jungkook holds his breath as Jimin’s nimble fingers reach the hem of his boxers, eyes squeezing shut because he’s already rock hard. Just a touch from the omega’s tiny little hand and it’ll be it for him. 

“What did I do? I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry. But if you don’t let me fuck you today I might evaporate into thin air, Jimin. Do you want me to disappear? Do you?” Jungkook babbles, his train of thought only stopping once the omega actually takes his cock out of its confines, the hardness standing against his stomach proudly. 

Jungkook hisses at the cold air suddenly hitting it, his first instinct to reach down and touch, stroke along the length for a few times to get that edge off, to get himself under control, because his perseverance is rapidly wavering. Jimin whines at the action, slapping his hand away. Jungkook gapes at him. What the hell was that?

“You can’t touch,” Jimin sighs like Jungkook should be aware what he wants, but in fact, he’s more confused than ever. Jimin’s little hand rests against the alpha’s cock and the sight always makes Jungkook even more turned on, the size difference always getting to him, but now he can’t see. “Alpha will get to have my pussy later, promise, but… for now, I wanna have my fun.”

Jimin finishes his sentence and then wraps his hand around the alpha’s cock, Jungkook throwing his head back as the tight pressure feels all too wonderful, his mate’s gentle hand knowing exactly how he likes to be touched. Ah, of course he does. His omega is always perfect. 

It makes his stomach clench up in anticipation, the muscles of his abs rippling, and all his blood starts pumping downwards as he leaks precum against Jimin’s fingers, the pearly-white leaking and aiding the slide, making the omega’s palm seem that much silkier against his smooth skin. 

“Ah, c’mon baby,” Jungkook tries even still, his voice a rougher brass from the pleasure building up inside himself, his breathing heavy. “I wanna see you, at least. Please.”

It seems like Jimin must be considering it for a moment before he speaks up. “Are you gonna be good?”

“I’m always good,” Jungkook confirms, confused. “I’m always a good alpha for you. If you want me to be softer today, then that’s fine. We’ll take it slow. Fuck you in missionary like we’re an old married couple, hm?”

Jungkook can tell the omega blushes at that even without the gift of sight. 

“No. You know I like it when you’re rough,” Jimin shakes his head, and one of his hands makes its way to the back of the alpha’s head where his silk blindfold is tied, while the other stays still around his cock. A finger hovers over the tie. “You have to promise you’re not gonna jump me when you see what I’m wearing.”

“What are you wearing?” Jungkook asks, bewildered. He might have a vague idea, maybe. There was this one particular set that Jimin had bookmarked on his phone a while ago and he quite literally drooled at imagining the garments on Jimin. He’d barely even paid attention to the omega modeling them in the pictures, instead already imagining Jimin riding him while wearing that. 

It’s a pretty one and he does love it when Jimin dresses up for him, loves it even more because the omega always blushes so prettily at the compliments, always makes Jungkook go insane with his bashfulness when he’s gorgeous. The lingerie never fails to make his ass look even fatter, his curves so easily accentuated by the panties sitting high on his hips. 

Jungkook even gets hard in the morning when Jimin’s wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. So, really, he can’t be faulted here. It’s not his fault Jimin makes his already raging sex drive become worse. 

With that in mind, Jungkook continues. “You’re not wearing the set I’m thinking of, are you?” The alpha groans when he receives silence as a reply, Jimin’s scent turning even more alluring when he’s coy like this. His cock grows even heavier at that, his hips shooting up to urge Jimin into moving his hand again. “Jimin. I can’t be responsible for my actions when I see you in that.”

“Hence the blindfold, genius,” the omega snips easily, sarcasm his only form of communication even when he’s giving Jungkook a handjob. The alpha is unsure just how he does it. He grasps the blindfold in his hand and pulls the string. “I’ll take it off but you’re keeping your hands to yourself.”

“Yes, love of my life. I’ll cater to each of your silly whims.”

Jungkook can almost hear him rolling his eyes. There’s barely any time to think about it because the omega undoes his blindfold. It comes off easy because he really hadn’t tied it that tight, and the dimly-lit room illuminated by their vast candle collection thankfully isn’t harsh on his eyes. Jimin has no time to be shy or hide, which sometimes he does, especially when he’s wearing something he knows Jungkook will freak out over.  

The alpha can’t be blamed, he worships the ground his omega walks on, and he’s not sure why that’s still so odd to said omega. They’ve been together for over three years and Jimin only gets prettier with every passing day. He’s every alpha’s wet dream, except Jungkook is the only alpha that can have him, in every way possible, and he’s damn proud of it, too. 

Jimin is his and only his. 

Jungkook is somehow glad the situation unravels so fast, because he gets to feast his eyes on the beauty that is his Jimin, and holy shit does he look so sexy and pretty and like a goddamn deity. 

He’s unsure just how he deserves this. 

The omega’s thick thighs surround each side of Jungkook’s lap, sweet honey spilling out from where the beautifully-colored lavender lace garter grips the thickness. Jungkook’s eyes trail up, barely grasping the fact that Jimin’s little hand still stays on his cock throughout his inspection. And then— fuck. 

The panties can’t even be called panties. Really, they can’t. They’re a measly piece of lace softly sitting against Jimin’s most private, prettiest spot. They hold his soft mound regardless of how flimsy, his folds pressing into the fabric with how his wetness had already spread to the crotch of them. Jungkook can already see his buttony clit peeking out of its folds, pussy already leaking slick and darkened with his arousal. 

He tries to ignore the leak of slick down the sides of one of Jimin’s thighs. Key-word: tries, because he can’t resist to extend a hand towards the glimmering wet spot, swipe one of his fingers over it, and easily pop the sweet burst of nectar in his mouth before the omega can even begin to react or stop him. 

Jungkook gets a swat on his chest for that, and the warm weight over his cock disappears. A growl builds in his chest and escapes his lips, mouth settling into a frown at the action before he holds eye contact with his omega who is biting his lip in anticipation or embarrassment, he doesn’t know. Either way, he takes his wrist and guides his hand back to where it belongs, sliding it up and down his cock and controlling the pace with his own hand. 

Jimin breathes heavily at that, vanilla turning candied in the air, and Jungkook can feel the little swivel of hips, the grind of his pussy against nothing as it desperately wishes to have the alpha’s knot inside. 

Jungkook knows the feeling. 

Only then does he notice the ruffly trim he’d felt around the omega’s waist when he was blindfolded, connected to the garter and panties, and fuck, all he can think about is how perfectly he’s gonna be able to hold onto that when he’s got Jimin presented for him, cock already aching and leaking precum at the mere thought that he’s gonna feel the velvety heat of Jimin’s tight pussy around it tonight. 

He can hold his own end of the bargain, though, and for now, he won’t touch. He’ll let Jimin control the pace, do what he wants with the alpha’s body. He lets go of the older’s hand, raising both of them in defeat before laying them flat against his sides. 

“Do what you want, baby.” Jungkook replies, a lazy smirk on his face because Jimin looks a little confused, a frustrated pout on his plump lips. The alpha just knows even when he says he doesn’t want a reaction from Jungkook, that he doesn’t want him to freak out over how beautiful he is — he still loves it all the same. He’s spoiled. Thank god for that.

“I—” Jimin starts, and his eyebrows are already cutely furrowing. He’s so goddamn cute. Jungkook can’t wait to have him crying and blubbering on his knot. His hand swipes over the head of Jungkook’s cock through his confusion and the alpha’s hips kick up at that. He’s good at this, always has been, and Jungkook doesn’t like thinking about how or why he’s so good at it. “You’re not freaking out.”

“Mm, I’m not, yeah. I’m listening to my omega.” The alpha teases, adjusting himself so he slides further down the headboard, completely relaxed as he enjoys the heavenly scent of omega slick in the air and the beautiful intricacy of the lavender lingerie Jimin is wearing for him paired with his warm, tight fist around his cock, rubbing at the bulge of where his knot will sit. “That’s what you wanted, no?”

“Yes, but—” Jimin tries, but stops his trail of thought because he was the one who told the alpha not to freak out. Really, Jungkook is only being a good boy. His other hand slips to massage at the sensitive skin of the alpha’s balls, and Jimin knows all his spots, so feeling that in tandem with the slick, tight warmth of the omega’s hand, it’s a lot. “…You didn’t even call me pretty.”

“Ah— fuck yeah, baby, that’s it, making me feel so good,” escapes his mouth in a breathless mix of a groan and a moan, bucking into his sweet omega’s hand. It feels good, yes, fucking amazing, but… pussy is so much better, let’s be real. Jimin’s especially. Jungkook could wax poetics about the way the omega grips him. 

He catches his breath before continuing. “You want me to?”

It seems like Jimin considers it for a moment before he sighs, his lips in a tight line. “I don’t want you to say it because I want you to.”

“You said you didn’t want me to a few minutes ago.”

“OK. Fine. I’ve gained weight, is that it? It doesn’t look as good on me as it did the model?”

Jungkook almost laughs, but Jimin seems a little too serious in his rant. He can’t possibly think that, can’t possibly think that the alpha isn’t obsessed with his body in each and every way possible, of course he is. 

Jimin is a little peculiar in the way he seeks affection, especially because he’s so prickly and speaks in codes, but thankfully by now Jungkook is fluent in both omega-code and Jimin-code. 

“Jimin.” Jungkook sighs, a hand raising to his forehead as he rubs at his temples. It’s really hard to even think when he’s this hard and this close to coming and when there’s precum already collecting at the head of his cock, the slide of Jimin’s soft hand so smooth against him, his knot already beginning to form.

Jimin squints his eyes, but he doesn’t stop his fondling of Jungkook’s balls, nor does he let up on his insistent stroking, hands sliding against the head, finger swirling around the mushroomy tip. He grips the place where his knot is forming and although it doesn’t feel like Jimin’s pussy, not at all, he can still smell Jimin’s arousal in the air, and it feels so lovely and tight around his knot, he almost wants to spill, his stomach muscles rippling as he groans loud in the air. 

“Baby, listen to me, ah—, Jimin—” The alpha commands and to his surprise his mate actually listens, his big brown eyes meeting Jungkook’s own, cheeks flushed and blonde hair a little mussed from their kissing. One of his hands reaches for Jimin’s cheek, stroking the soft chub. “You look… perfect. I can’t even describe how beautiful you are. The prettiest omega I’ve ever seen, all mine, doing all of this for me? I must be the luckiest bastard in the world.”

Jimin stays silent, looking like he almost wants to shake his head but Jungkook doesn’t give up easy, leaning forward to kiss his pout away, and that makes a smile easily appear on his face, though he does try to hide it. 

“Trust me, I’m so close from a goddamn handjob. And you know how much I love coming inside you. It’s gonna go to waste now ‘cause you’re too pretty. Too sexy. My prettiest omega.”

“We don’t have to waste it…” The omega simply replies, and oh, now Jungkook is all ears. As much as he can be as his mouth moves against Jimin’s scent gland out of habit, too irresistible as that vanilla and milk descends down his airways. Jimin leans into it easily, leaning his head to the side so the alpha has more space. 

And even if Jimin is trying to make a point, Jungkook takes it as a cue that he’s finally gonna get to dive head first into that pussy. Or cock first. Ha. 

His hands slide down to Jimin’s waist, holding tenderly before going farther down and reaching his ass, soft and plump and peachy and gorgeous, so much so that he can’t help squeezing it a handful of times, even landing a spank before Jimin whines. The omega’s too distracted by his insistent sucking on his scent gland so even when Jungkook lifts him up and settles him on his lap, he doesn’t complain. 

Obviously Jungkook gets braver, the intricate lace pattern of Jimin’s panties all too enticing as he sneaks a peek to where Jimin is leaking and clenching for him so prettily, aching to have the alpha’s knot inside, so, naturally, it only makes sense that his hand goes further, stroking against his stomach and the little stretchmarks under his navel. His fingers hook under the hem of the omega’s panties, just about to pull them to the side and thrust in when—

Jimin slaps his hand away. Jungkook looks personally offended as he faces the omega’s scrutinizing face. 

“If you don’t want me to pin you down and fuck you in doggy which we both know you hate, then, I’d suggest to stop being a brat, Jimin.” Jungkook warns because even by Jimin’s scent he can tell the omega wants to get fucked, too. He wants Jungkook’s cock inside and he’s being stubborn, per usual. 

“First of all, I was gonna let you do that anyway, alpha, ‘cause it’s Valentine’s day,” Jimin reprimands, facing the alpha with a look. He moves from the younger’s lap as he says it and Jungkook’s patience is stretched impossibly thin, but Jimin doesn’t go far. 

In fact, he only moves so much that he’s on his hands and knees, leaning on his elbows and ass high in the air as his tongue reaches out to lick the tip of the alpha’s cock. 

Fuck. 

“But doesn’t my alpha want to come inside my mouth instead?” The omega suggests instead, shaking his ass like a little bunny, his eyes sultry much like those of a siren, plump lips already enclosing against Jungkook’s sensitive cock. 

“Fuck, does he.” Is all Jungkook can reply before all he can feel is tight, wet, warm heat surrounding almost all nine inches, knot and all, and he can barely control himself enough to stop from thrusting inside. Jimin’s eyes tear up a little at the stretch in his throat, but Jungkook pets at his hair with incredible gentleness, making him settle further. 

Jimin’s always had a penchant for sucking him off. Even now, as he bobs his head and relaxes his throat to take Jungkook further, it’s so unbelievably good. Slick and wonderfully tight, a groan leaving the alpha’s mouth each time he swallows around him. 

The sight of him doesn’t help Jungkook’s impending orgasm whatsoever, his ass presented high in the air making his alpha go ballistic in his chest, wanting to fuck and knot him so badly it overtakes every instinct he’s ever had. Jimin tends to do that to him. 

The sight of his pretty chest, the hard swell of his nipples, and god does Jungkook want to pinch and suck on those until they’re puffy and swollen. 

His hips languidly thrust into the omega’s awaiting mouth, his plump, pillowy lips spread open so wide it almost looks obscene. The slick sounds of his cock and Jimin’s mouth kissing, the omega’s tongue swirling around the head just make his knot grow even larger, knocking against the older’s lips each time he takes him in to the hilt. 

“Fuck— god, baby, always so good at this. Always look so pretty taking your alpha’s cock, hm?” He manages to grunt out, combing Jimin’s hair from in front of his eyes so he can really see the tears streaming down his face. 

Jimin nods to the best of his abilities, gasping when Jungkook thrusts hard, the imprint of his cock even visible in his throat. 

“Good boy, such a good boy,” Jungkook continues as he pets Jimin’s cheek before smushing both of them together and leaving only the mushroomy head inside, the omega’s lips open as his tongue licks against the alpha’s slit. Jimin’s eyes peer up at him, sweet and innocent, such a contrast from what they’re doing. “Want my cum? Want me to come on your face?”

He takes his cock out completely and taps it against Jimin’s awaiting lips, and the sight of that— just fuck. Jungkook is a sick, sick alpha. 

“Just don’t knot my mouth, please. I actually wanna get fucked tonight.” The omega requests. He never tacks on a ‘please’ unless his pussy’s leaking and he wants to come. Jungkook would know. 

“Well, since you were so polite,” Jungkook teases, a lazy smirk on his face. Jimin places kittenish licks on his cock, all the way to his balls. Jungkook feels as if he could burst at this point. “Just don’t know how I’m supposed to fuck you with my knot formed.”

Jimin rolls his eyes like the alpha is being ridiculous and not completely rational. “Just put it in like normal. I won’t break.”

“Baby, that’s not gonna go in. I can barely put my cock inside normally ‘cause you’re tiny.”

“It goes in just fine usually!”

“Yes, after I’ve fucked you open,” Jungkook explains, the omega looking sullen at that. He pulls him up by the arms towards him, wanting to kiss the sulkiness off his face, but Jimin doesn’t cooperate, instead landing with his arms around the alpha’s waist, face squished against his abs. “Ah, don’t be like this. I don’t wanna hurt you. You know I’d do it otherwise but I wanna make you come too.”

“…You do?” Jimin asks, though Jungkook knows he must be playing dumb. Sometimes the alpha likes making the older come just for fun. For no reason at all, except to see that dopey smile on his face after, to feel how swollen his pussy gets after. 

Fuck him, finger him, eat him out, use a vibrator on him, the works. All of it. There’s nothing that makes him as satisfied as an alpha as that. An omega should always come multiple times, makes them all the more slicker and softer when they’re knotted. 

It’s just science, Jungkook is sure. An alpha who doesn’t want their omega’s pleasure to come first, one who doesn’t want their omega to come at least once before being knotted isn’t an alpha at all. 

“Jimin. Be serious. I love you. I love kissing you, I love fucking you, I love making you come.” Jungkook lists off easily, though the omega still hides his face. He doesn’t mind, still pets at his hair all the same, the soft blond strands perfect to run his fingers through. “I fuck your literal panties when I’m in rut and you need a break from me. Just ‘cause I like the way you smell.”

Jimin’s cheeks burn against his skin and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at that as the omega finally looks up at him. “O-Okay! I get it! Stop talking!” He sputters, letting Jungkook pull him into his lap now, the alpha’s cock right in front of his belly, and like this Jungkook can see where he reaches when he’s buried inside him. “You have zero decorum. Talking about sniffing my panties?!”

“You like knowing how obsessed I am with you, though,” Jungkook smirks, trailing kisses down Jimin’s neck and then onto his chest, sucking a large bruise near his collarbone. Jimin redirects him, though, pulling at his dark hair until the alpha takes the hint and joins their lips in a rough kiss. 

It’s one that’s full of pent-up arousal, and they can both tell, both of them desperately licking into each other’s mouth, lips turning swollen fast with how they move against one another. They push up into each other, hands touching every where they can reach, Jimin’s thrown around the alpha’s nape and Jungkook’s around the omega’s ass, one on each round cheek. 

The sounds of it are just beyond lewd, their lips moving quick and quiet moans escaping either of them, utterly depraved in the way they try to be as close as it’s physically possible. 

They separate, and Jungkook rests their foreheads together. “Love you, baby. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, stupid.” Jimin smiles, pecking the alpha’s lips again, unable to resist. 

“Gonna let me fuck you?” The alpha teases, the side of his lip quirking up into a smirk as he looks down, taking his hard cock in hand before lifting Jimin up the slightest bit so he can rub them together, let his cum mix in with the slick accumulating on the omega’s panties. He slides his cock over the soft lace, hissing when he sees just how it looks. 

Jimin’s folds open like a flower for him, even like this, and he just knows that his hole must be fluttering at the touch, desperate to have something inside, to be filled. 

It’s also delicious to smell the way their scents mix in the air, though they’re always a little mixed because they’re mated. Jimin smells utterly claimed, smells like he’s bathed in alpha pheromone. Jungkook likes that way too much. 

“If I must,” Jimin sighs, forlorn, like he’s a damsel in distress. His breathing is heavy because the alpha deliberately presses against his clit, the head of his cock rubbing against the omega’s little button. The fabric of his panties presses into it, making the act feel even dirtier. “Ah, do you want to switch positions? We can—”

“No,” Jungkook interrupts firmly. It’s not that he doesn’t want to bend the omega in all sorts of positions today, because he does, and he will, but… For now, this is good. They’re touching in every possible way, both of them can move the way they need, and he can see Jimin’s pretty face contorted in pleasure. “This is good. I know you like seeing me.”

Jimin looks a little touched at the sentiment, even though Jungkook almost always does whatever the omega asks of him. Even so, Jungkook finds it adorable how he buries his nose in the alpha’s scent gland, mumbling against it. “Will you put it in?”

“Put what in?” Jungkook mock-pretends, grinning when the omega places a feisty bite on the side of his neck. It’s in his nature to tease, so he pushes Jimin’s panties to the side, cock nudging against his pudgy entrance, soft folds enveloping him in a way that makes arousal start building again way too soon. It takes everything in him not to just thrust in. “Ahhhh, you mean my cock. You really want it that bad, huh?”

Jimin’s hands wrap around his neck tightly, squirming when the alpha repeats the action, this time with the head catching on the older’s hole, and that certainly has Jimin jumping away this time, rising up on his thighs before Jungkook pulls him right back down on his lap. The omega bites his lip, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t be annoying.” Jimin grumbles back. “And please don’t ruin my panties. I wanna be able to wear these again.”

“Baby, I think we’re way past that,” the alpha chuckles, gesturing to the way the panties are sticky and wet, both frothing with Jimin’s slick and the alpha’s precum. They’re beyond saving, maybe if Jungkook tries really hard when he does the laundry, but… “You want me to take them off? They’re too pretty to be taken off. I don’t wanna.”

Jimin reluctantly shakes his head. “Just don’t be all barbarian about it. I wanna be able to wear them again,” the omega pleads, and alright, maybe sometimes Jungkook does go a little feral when fucking him. He can be a good boy when asked, though. Especially when Jimin continues, lips touching the shell of his ear as he whispers. “If you’re good I’ll even wear the matching bralette next time.”

“There’s a bralette?” Jungkook exclaims, eyes wide open and pupils blown. This changes absolutely everything. World stop. “Why wasn’t I made aware? Why was this information withheld?”

“Because,” Jimin tsks, facing the alpha with a look that he can’t take all that serious with the glazed over expression the omega has, lips swollen from kissing amongst other things, cheeks permanently glowy and flushed, omega trying to entice the alpha into knotting him. “There would be crude comments made and I don’t wanna deal with you right now.”

“What crude comments?! I’m a gentleman!”

“Would you or would you not talk about me breastfeeding?” Jimin questions, quirking an eyebrow up. “And be honest. I know when you’re lying.”

It’s true that the omega knows him too well. But really, who can fault him for that? Just thinking about Jimin swollen with pup is an… ah, enticing thought to say the least. He’s obsessed with the omega on the regular so — it’s only natural that he thinks about more primal things, things that his alpha so badly desires, to breed Jimin full, add another pup into their family. 

It might be a little stereotypical. Maybe a little. However, Jimin would look adorable pregnant. Cute and whiny and hormonal and Jungkook would cater to each of his whims. He would, he already does, and it would be made that much easier when the reward was to see Jimin waddling with his pup. 

“Well…” Jungkook sighs, refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes. “I can’t help that you’re such a good mommy that it does things to me. Sue me.”

“Mm,” Jimin murmurs, grinding his hips in tight little circles against the head of the alpha’s cock, skin on skin, and Jungkook can feel how soft and wet and warm and smooth he is. It’s absolute hell. He holds eye contact with Jungkook as he does, the younger unable to resist placing a long, drawn out kiss on those pillowy lips. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll pup me tonight.”

And just like that, his alpha all but starts doing laps in his chest. 

“Jimin.” Jungkook can only say, groaning. 

“You do come a ridiculous amount. Plus your rut’s like, what, a week away?”

“Can you not be a brat.”

Jimin pouts at him, but Jungkook is all too aware it’s performative. The omega takes his hard, leaking cock into his hand, nimble little fingers wrapping around it as he lines it up with his pussy, to that sweet heaven leaking all this delicious slick just for him, just because of him. 

It nudges right against his hole, the head so close to just popping inside due to how wet Jimin is, and Jungkook is sure he leaks more precum right at his entrance at that. 

“I’m gonna put it in, alpha,” the omega says in lieu of reply, ignoring his question, and Jungkook wouldn’t stop him even if he could. 

Jimin lifts himself up off of the alpha’s lap for easier access before beginning to drop down, mouth open in a silent gasp as Jungkook’s cock stretches him out, slowly, inch by inch. He can merely watch where they’re connected now, can only let himself feel how beautifully tight his omega is around him, how pretty he looks while taking him deep. 

It always takes a moment for Jimin to get used to the stretch, almost as if he’s trying to savor it, that sweet burning pleasure of having something inside, something filling him and sweetly caressing his sensitive walls. In turn, it gives Jungkook space to revel in how tight Jimin is, to look at his expressions and the way his pussy gives way for the alpha’s hardness, to softly rub at his clit, evoking little whines of pleasure from the omega’s lips. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing so good for me.” Jungkook croons when Jimin takes him a few inches further, halfway in by now. He strokes against the sides of Jimin’s waist and the wonderful dip of his curves before trailing a series of kisses down the omega’s neck, stopping at his chest, enveloping a round nipple between his lips. Jimin gasps, dropping down until he’s just at the hilt, the sensation taking him by surprise. He’s always been so sensitive there. 

Jungkook knows that and he makes good use of the fact. He doesn’t let up, licking and sucking until Jimin is a moaning mess on top of him, hands wrapped around the alpha’s head as a means to hold him close, to not let him go. 

“Ah—” Jimin moans, hips circling in slow motions as he sinks down to the hilt, fully seated on Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook involuntarily thrusts up, hips acting on their own accord, the wonderfully wet, tight heat around him enough to make him see stars. 

There’s nothing that could compare to being inside Jimin, being inside his omega’s pussy, fucking him deep, coming inside him. Absolutely nothing. And for all his experience, no one has ever compared to Jimin, either. 

He’s not sure if that’s due to the feelings he holds for the omega, but either way, the sex is always beyond words. 

“S-Stop sucking, idiot,” is what Jimin gasps out next, trying to pull Jungkook away from his now over-sensitive nipples, the sensation too much to handle now that’s he’s filled to the brim with cock, the alpha’s knot already half-formed and angrily trying to lock inside, his alpha frustrated by Jimin’s shy little bouncing, the grinding he’s doing. Jungkook listens, for once, kissing the omega’s jaw as he leverages himself off of bed, planting his feet firmly on the sheets. 

“Can’t help it,” Jungkook replies in between kisses, his thrusting jostling the omega in his lap, making him squeak as he wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck even tighter, as if afraid he’s going to fall. His feet will never touch the ground so long as Jungkook is alive, just saying. The grip his pussy has on him is something otherworldly, the rhythmic clenching massaging the head of his cock each time he thrusts out fully. “Pussy’s so damn tight like you’re trying to snap my cock off, god. Pretty little omega doesn’t wanna let go.”

“It’s not my fault, ah— ngh,” Jimin replies, voice caught on a moan. Jungkook bounces him on his lap much like doll, manhandling him until he’s practically doing all the work, his thrusts deep and rough, the head of his cock hitting right where Jimin’s sweet spot is. “N-not my fault you’re so big.”

He stops his thrusting then, redirecting Jimin’s face from where it was pressed against his shoulder, a hand under his chin guiding him to a bruising kiss, one that makes the omega turn all the more desperate, rising up from the alpha’s lap and bouncing with all his might. 

It’s a little uncoordinated, his thighs burning from all the movement so at times he stops, letting the alpha lick into his mouth as he rests, moving his hips in deep grinds that make him take more of Jungkook’s knot inside, stretching his pussy so much it looks obscene.

Every time they stop to catch his breath, Jungkook’s hand makes its way down to the omega’s clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers, making his hips twitch uncontrollably. 

“Sweet thing,” Jungkook rasps out in between kisses, the omega trying to chase his lips again. He’s so fucked out by now that the alpha knows he won’t get made fun of for the petname. He combs Jimin’s sweaty hair off of his forehead as he tries to get him to focus on what he’s saying. “Are you going to come? Hm? Is your little pussy feeling good?”

Jimin nods desperately, biting his lips as his eyes close, still trying to rise up and down as much as he can on the alpha’s lap. “G’nna— soon. I can? Ah— will alpha come too?”

“Mm,” Jungkook mumbles before suddenly rising up, changing their positions by carrying Jimin off of the bed, making his mouth open in a protest or a confused whine, even more so when he’s set down on his back, and then the alpha’s cock slips out and Jimin outright begins to panic. “Shh,” Jungkook comforts, kissing between Jimin’s furrowed brows. “Alpha’ll make you come first. Just once, for me. Okay? You’ll get your knot.”

“Y-your weird ego trip is costing me an orgasm with your knot inside, I hope you know that,” Jimin grumbles once his scent’s considerably calmed down, eyes clearly focused on just what the alpha is about to do. 

Jimin really is a good omega and he’s sweet and docile when he’s getting his pussy fucked, but even so, when he’s not getting exactly what he wants, he can be a little mean.

And even when the alpha lazily thrusts two fingers inside his wetness, stroking against that sweet, spongy spot that makes him go fuzzy, that makes his hips shake cutely beyond his control, Jimin grumbles. 

“Don’t pout,” Jungkook warns, now behind Jimin as three of his fingers piston in and out of the omega, slick sticking to them like honey. Each time he thrusts out, the omega’s pussy calls him back in, squeezing right around empty space. Jungkook turns the omega’s face towards him over his shoulder, tongue licking over his teeth before making him open his mouth. “Look how sweet your pussy is for me. Can’t you be a good omega about it too?”

“No,” Jimin huffs, but his hips chase the alpha’s fingers all the same. He’s all out of breath, definitely somewhere else as his own hand holds onto Jungkook’s wrist between his legs, making sure he’s fucking him hard and fast, even if it is with just his fingers. It’s hard to hold back, sure, but the omega is so much more pliant as he’s fucked into a second orgasm, so much cuter in his desperation. “I-I wanna be fucked. I want you to come inside me ‘till my tummy’s full with it.”

Fuck. 

It’s goddamn hard to hold back. It really is, and Jungkook considers himself brave for being able to resist, but Jimin really is close, and he knows that, can tell by the way he clenches around the intrusion, can tell by the way he tries to run away from the overwhelming sensation of mind-melting pleasure, the alpha’s arm around his waist, wound tight, stopping him from doing so. 

“A—aah,” Jimin moans, eyes closed shut as he all but goes limp, stomach muscles rippling as Jungkook holds him tight to his body. His pussy tightens up around the alpha’s fingers, and the hand on his stomach descends down until he can roll the omega’s clit between his fingers, gentle, teasing touches that only amplify that heat building somewhere deep. “Please, I, I— I need to— I’m gonna come, Jungkook, ah—”

“That’s okay, just let go, want you to.” Jungkook croons, canines settling over a pretty spot on the older’s neck and biting down, the sensation sweetly laced with the pain and pleasure, his fingers thrusting fast and deep, and before he knows it, Jimin’s legs start to shake, his mouth open on a silent moan. Jungkook kisses him as he starts to come, letting him ride his orgasm out on the alpha’s fingers. 

It’s just so lovely to see Jimin fall apart because of him. To see him succumb to his arousal, to let all worries slip away like nothing, weightless against Jungkook’s protective body, letting the alpha guide him to his unraveling. 

Jimin always comes so beautifully, and even as he does, he whines, cuddling into the alpha, making sure that sense of physical touch is there, making sure that his alpha is there. His alpha is the one making him feel like this and he’s not leaving. 

Jungkook would never leave. There’s no force that could make him want to do that. 

The omega is still hazy from his orgasm, still a little out of it as Jungkook’s hand envelops his scorchingly hot pussy, cupping over it as he twitches, the aftershocks still running through him. He’s sopping wet, a puddle on their sheets pure proof of that, smelling so sweetly of omegan orgasm. 

Jungkook couldn’t be more turned on. Jimin always makes him like this, has been gifted with the ability to make his alpha turn to putty with a mere look, but this… He’s always surprised just how rabid he makes him, all stereotypical alpha. Feral. Crazy. Horny. Whatever you wanna call it. He’s just overcome with the primal need to fuck; to mate; to breed. Always. 

And now that Jimin is his, fully, utterly claimed with the mating bite on his shoulder, well. 

He doesn’t see why he shouldn’t act on those desires. 

Jimin speaks first, not before flipping himself around in the alpha’s arms. They lay pressed up together, chests touching as the omega still tries to catch his breath. Jungkook brushes a strand of hair off of his forehead. “How do you… do that stuff with your fingers. Crazy. I don’t— wow.”

“Years of experience,” Jungkook chuckles, Jimin’s face turning sour as he assumes that the alpha is talking about his not-very-virginal past. He’s not. He knows better by now than to mention other omegas around Jimin and he never does, no need for it — the omegas he fooled around with before were simply that: omegas. Jimin is his omega. Makes all the difference. “With you. Only with you and what makes your cute lil’ pussy gush.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, blushing, before placing a sweetly innocent peck on the alpha’s lips. Jungkook catches him in another kiss right after, deeper and more determined, lips melding against each other. They separate only once the, well, imminent problem of the younger’s hard, leaking cock is made obvious by the way it knocks against the omega’s stomach. Jimin stares down at it. “We should take care of that,” he continues, pointing. 

“If you’re too tired—”

“You’re annoying.” Jimin merely replies, deadpan. Jungkook outright laughs, unable to stop it as a very frustrated omega lightly strokes against the sensitive base of his half-formed knot. It’s not painful, not yet at least, but it will be soon. He’ll need to be locked inside something, so it’s lucky he’s got his omega right here. “I’d let you even if I was tired,” he confirms, looking at the alpha’s half-lidded eyes as he gets lost in the touch. “I’ve missed it, too, you know.”

Jungkook is left half-shocked at that. Jimin is usually very put-together, yes, so he never admits it when he’s feeling horny or needy, most of the time Jungkook has to figure that out on his own — not that it’s hard, he is very obvious —, if the omega isn’t in heat. Hearing it now definitely boosts his pride, especially with the way the omega looks at his cock with his plush lips open, playing with it like it’s a game. 

It’s cute and it feels good, easily pleasing his ever-so-needy alpha, placating him with the imagery and the satisfaction of having his knot fondled. Jungkook won’t stop him. 

“You have?” Jungkook inquiries, mouth caught on a moan right after, the pressure on his knot making him leak out more precum. Jimin notices it, of course, swiping his finger over the slit and licking the pearly white liquid up, savoring the taste on his tongue. 

The alpha groans. 

Jimin nods, eyes wide and doe-like. Looking all too innocent to be licking fucking cum off of his cock like it’s no big deal. “Don’t act surprised. You know I… I like it when we have time to do all this. Getting knotted is always nice. Makes me feel closer to you.”

Jungkook wasn’t expecting a genuine reply, much less one that makes him want to kiss his omega silly again, but Jimin just knows how to evoke that reaction in him, it seems. 

“I like that too. I like you.” The alpha replies, grinning as he thinks of another way to break the ice, knowing Jimin isn’t great at being sappy. He isn’t, either, but with the omega it seems to come easily. Jimin’s still a little shy though, even three years later. Jungkook thinks it’s cute. “I like it when you talk about how we’re making a baby.”

“Oh god,” Jimin giggles, hiding his face in the younger’s neck, giggles turning into outright laughter. “Such an alpha. Always such an alpha.”

“We should,” Jungkook reiterates, grinning at the omega as he turns to look him in the eyes again. His eyes shift to his cock, angry and dark with arousal, menacing with the way his knot’s grown, and they really should get a move on with this. With that in mind, he takes his cock in hand, sliding it against Jimin’s clit. The older intakes a breath. “We should make a baby. Give our pup a sibling.”

“Okay, alpha,” Jimin merely sighs out like he’s given up, a little smile spilling onto his face. He moves away from the alpha’s embrace and Jungkook is ready to immediately bring him right back, but the omega doesn’t go far, turning onto his hands and knees, ass up high in the air, pussy presented for the taking. He looks back at the alpha before speaking. “Let’s do it. Put a baby in me.”

Holy fucking shit. 

It’s not often that Jimin presents for him, not often at all, an action he almost solely does when he’s in heat. Jungkook doesn’t really care for it either way, it’s nice, yeah, pleases his alpha beyond belief, something archaic and instinctive in him that he doesn’t really understand, but he’d never do anything the omega wasn’t comfortable with. 

Sometimes Jungkook manhandles him into presenting, solely when Jimin wants it, when he’s stressed and tired and needs to be taken care of by his alpha. It’s something they both enjoy, probably because they love the chase so much, love giving into their instincts when it comes to sex, and letting the alpha scruff his omega into submission until he’s presenting his pussy to be taken, that’s as instinctual as it gets. 

And Jimin is so fucking beautiful when he’s presenting for him. Such a beautiful omega with his shapely hips and small waist, the beautiful lace surrounding his most private parts, those same parts already smelling throughly of alpha pheromones, of sandalwood, of Jungkook. He looks back at him with that sultry expression of his, lips swollen and pink as he waits like a good, patient omega. 

“You really meant when you said you were gonna let me do you doggystyle, huh?”

“Could you be any more crude about it?” Jimin shakes his head in disapproval. 

“I could, but I feel like you’d hate it.” Jungkook shrugs, barely thinking before he’s right behind Jimin, on his knees, one hand adjusting his cock and the other holding onto the omega’s ass for leverage as he taps his cock a few teasing times against his slick hole, making the omega whine in anticipation. 

Neither of them can wait, the alpha most certainly can’t, feeling like he’s about to explode with need. He needs to fuck, desperately, and his omega is right there, with the tightest pussy in the world, perfect and needy. 

Jimin is stretched and he’s already beyond wet from coming once before, so the head of Jungkook’s cock pops in without much of any force. Once it finds its goal, it slips in as if neither of them could do anything to stop it, and the pretty sound that escapes the omega’s mouth has him wanting to bust a nut the moment he’s inside. 

Sorry. That really was crude. Maybe Jimin is right. He should read a book or something. 

He can’t really focus on that though, not when Jimin is so tight and wet around him and his pheromones smell so satisfied and aroused, the way they smell when he’s about to come, and god, Jungkook is so fucking lucky. He feeds his cock inside inch by inch, moving slowly until he’s tucked inside up to the hilt. It’s beyond anything he can describe, always is, Jimin’s pussy a gift from the gods. 

His hands find purchase on the omega’s fleshy hips as he begins to thrust, slow but so, so, so deep, deep enough that it has Jimin crying out on the bed, drooling against the pillows. It feels so damn tight when he goes that deep, like the older really is trying to snap his cock off. Jungkook knows he can’t control it, can’t help it because his cock really is big, and Jimin is tiny. 

Jungkook throws him around on the regular. Jimin enjoys it even if he complains, always moans about how immature the alpha is, how he’s a brute. In the end, whenever he dwarfs Jimin while they’re cuddling, somehow they always find themselves with the omega’s hand down his boxers. Neither of them are sure how it happens. It just does. 

“So tight, baby, god,” Jungkook grunts, hips snapping against Jimin’s ass so much that the fatty flesh jiggles. It fucking jiggles. Jungkook might die. Jimin doesn’t reply beyond a squeak when the alpha sneaks a hand to his clit, rubbing insistently until he’s biting onto his forearm to contain the moans. “Taking me so deep. Gonna, fuck—, gonna give you a baby like this, sure of it. It’s gonna take.”

Jimin whines at that, his hips moving against Jungkook’s pelvis in aching motions, already so close to coming again with the way he’s clenching up against the alpha, trying to invite his knot inside with vigor. He doesn’t let up, especially not when he knows he’s got the older on that edge again, so close to it, so his thrusts turn faster, his own need overtaking him. 

“Gonna come, Jungkook, gonna— ah— p-please—” Jimin mewls, his tone saccharine-sweet. 

It’s all the warning he gets before the omega clenches tight as a vice, so much so that it makes Jungkook unable to control himself, hips moving roughly, snapping against Jimin’s bubbly little ass. Jimin all but screams and Jungkook thinks he’s never heard anything so beautiful. He’s so beautiful when he comes, the alpha will say this again and again. 

He reassures him with soft praises as he comes down from the orgasm, barely getting any reprieve before the alpha picks up the pace again. 

Jungkook leans down the expanse of Jimin’s lithe back, teeth and lips seeking purchase on his nape, biting down as a means to satiate his alpha before kissing down the tattoos on his spine. His knot grows steadily, and each time he thrusts out until only the head is inside, it stretches the omega’s pussy out obscenely, so much so that he’s unsure just how the older manages to take him. 

He’s not sure. The difference is so stark between them. 

The alpha is just about to burst at the seams, his knot already aching and needing to lock inside a tight, warm omega, preferably the one right under him, but fuck, he doesn’t wanna do it like this. He loves watching Jimin’s ass jiggle as he thrusts, loves seeing the omega barely able to hold balance as he’s fucked within an inch of his life, but nothing beats seeing his pretty omega, seeing his chubby folds spread as he’s fucking him. 

So, for all his talk, he turns Jimin right around, the omega way too dazed to comment on the change. He’s high on pheromones and the over-sensitivity in his pussy, but even still, he grumbles a little when he’s jostled and moved so the alpha is sitting in between his legs, his arms wrapped around the alpha’s broad back as he leans down to place desperate kisses all along the column of the omega’s neck. 

Maybe he likes looking into his omega’s eyes as he knots him. Maybe he likes seeing the cute expression Jimin makes when he starts coming inside him. Maybe he likes feeling his legs lock around his lower back. Sue him. He’s in love. 

“What are you—” Jimin questions once he’s gained enough consciousness, confused, barely able to phrase the inquiry because Jungkook’s thrusting never stops through it all, too desperate now that he’s so close. He can feel that aching pleasure deep in his core, so close to spilling over. 

“Wanna— wanna see your face when I come inside,” the alpha growls, tone gruff as he speaks amidst his thrusting, enveloping Jimin’s lips in a searing kiss and swallowing down his moans. “Wanna hold our hands together on your tummy when it catches.”

Jimin almost giggles at that, unable to stop himself from commenting. “G-God, you really a-are close to your rut,” the end of the sentence is lost on a high-pitched moan as his fingers drag angry lines down Jungkook’s back. He must notice how far gone the younger is, more alpha than man at this point, as he looks like he wants to coo. He always seems to have a soft spot for the more feral side of him. 

He pets at Jungkook’s sweaty dark hair, combing it off his forehead before putting each of his hands on a flushed cheek. “C’mon, ah, need your knot, Jungkookie, need your cum.”

Jungkook’s alpha easily conjures up images of a whiny, cute, rosy-cheeked pregnant Jimin, waddling around their house with his pup in his belly. He thinks about how dependent on him he’d be, how horny he’d get, would probably paw at the alpha’s boxers in the middle of the night because he’s aching and leaking between his legs. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

In his lust-driven haze, he almost rips the omega’s panties with the force of his thrusting, a little uncoordinated at the end but still primally satisfying with the way his knot easily makes space for itself inside Jimin. 

And for the final time of the night, they unravel together. 

Jungkook’s hips stutter, thrusts faltering as his knot locks inside, the sticky-sweet, soft walls of Jimin’s pussy wondrous. His pussy clenches up through his orgasm, rhythmically trying to coax the alpha into coming, eyes closed as he bites his swollen lips. 

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, so perfect for me, perfect little omega. Let your pussy feel good, that’s it,” Jungkook mindlessly babbles, further encouraged by the stickiness leaking beyond his knot, the omega’s orgasm obvious with how slick and wet he is, warm and soft. 

This is what he means when he says omegas need to come before taking a knot. It’s just so much easier, so much more pleasurable for them both, no stinging pain that comes with taking in something so big, just honey-dipped pleasure. 

His legs tighten around the alpha’s lower back, not letting go for dear life. Jungkook can’t help but lean down further and kiss him, this time softer and more languid, now that there’s no rush, now that they both feel satiated for the time being. The whole room smells so heavily of them; of vanilla and milk and sandalwood and cotton in a weirdly beautiful mix. 

His hips move beyond his control a few short times, Jimin whining through it because undoubtedly he must be sore and sensitive, but then the first spurt of cum hits the omega’s walls and he’s as pliant as a baby kitten. 

It feels so utterly right. God, he wishes he could stay inside Jimin forever. This feeling— it can’t be described. He doesn’t know if it’s because they’re mates or because they’re in love, but it doesn’t matter all the same. 

Jungkook is so fucking lucky he’s found his soulmate. 

They pull away from the kiss and Jimin takes one of his hands into his own smaller one, before settling it right over his lower stomach. 

It’s right where his womb would sit. Jungkook’s cum is in there right now. Oh god. He’s gonna spiral. His alpha’s going to want to go again at this point. 

It also focuses his attention on the way Jimin is stretched around him, and god, the sight only makes him hornier. There’s cum frothing around his hole, rubbed raw and sensitive but still so pretty. The contrast of the trail of cum leaking out despite his knot is just dirty. Absolutely filthy.

He’s like a little cream bun. Jungkook’s made him into a cream bun. The analogy makes him smile a little to himself.

Jimin giggles tiredly at the expression on the alpha’s face. Then a lot more cum spurts out, scorchingly hot, and Jimin’s hips squirm away out of instinct. He only hurts himself by doing that, tugging on Jungkook’s knot and making him hiss, before he pulls him back down by the hips. 

“Don’t do that. You’re gonna hurt yourself, baby.” Jungkook tuts. His knot has already locked in and it’s intimidatingly huge at this size. There’s no trying to get out of it now. 

“It’s not like I want to— ugh. Alphas. You’ll never get it.” He rolls his eyes. 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“You try laying here with a knot the size of a baseball leaking cum inside of you. My pussy’s gonna need at least a week to recover,” Jimin groans, though he’s still breathing heavy from the strength of his orgasm. Jungkook can’t take his whining all that seriously. “You were really pent up, huh.”

“Somebody kept talking about me getting him pregnant,” he shrugs, gathering up strength and switching their positions around until Jimin’s sitting on his lap, knot comfortably lodged inside his hole this way, with no worry that Jungkook might fall asleep and crush him. Jimin squeaks a little as the alpha manhandles him. “Not my fault.” 

“Mm, for the record, I really think you did it,” Jimin says, nose burying into the alpha’s scent gland. Jungkook almost freezes at the comment, his alpha way too excited at the prospect inside his chest.

“…You do?” Jungkook asks, bashful. 

It’s not that he’d be unhappy if they never had other pups, definitely not. Jaehyun is his little pup. He adores him to no end. It’s always just… with Jimin, he’s always wanted more. He can’t help but dream of a big family with at least two more pups, can’t help but think how beautifully Jimin would glow during pregnancy, how pretty he’d look with a newborn pup. 

He’d be so amazing at all of it. Jungkook is sure he’d be in awe through the whole process. He would also be undeniably horny throughout it all, but you know. Semantics. 

Even if it doesn’t happen, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just sexy to talk about in bed. 

He has a pup, for all he cares. He’s Jaehyun’s dad in all the ways that matter and Jimin is his mom. That’s enough for both his alpha and him. He wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“Yup,” Jimin says, popping the P. He pecks Jungkook’s nose bridge before moving downwards and pecking his lips. “I think you’re gonna be a daddy.”

“How do you know?” The alpha asks yet again, trying not to melt at what his mate just said. 

“I don’t know. I just… I think you got me pregnant. That’s it. If you didn’t, we can always try again.”

“That’s fine,” Jungkook hums, peppering kisses over Jimin’s face and scent gland. He’s not sure why, but it’s just a common practice they do. They like kissing everywhere after sex. It feels nice. “You know I’m happy with how we are right now. And I’m already a daddy to our little boy.”

He can tell by the way Jimin’s scent spikes that the comment makes him more than a little emotional, and the alpha really hopes it isn’t gonna make him cry, but. He really does mean it. He’d never expected his life to take a turn like this, but when he remembers the way his pup cuddles up to him when he’s sick and how he falls asleep on his shoulder when they’re watching something on TV, he can’t help but be thankful. 

“Why are you always so sweet? You’re too much.” Jimin huffs. The omega’s pussy clenches at that moment and more cum spurts out of his cock at the tight sensation. He shivers. “I love you, stupid. You’re such a good dad, you know? I wanna experience this with you from start to end too. I wanna see you freak out over holding our pup,” Jimin smiles. “wanna see you freak out over me breastfeeding right after.”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh at that, though he’s mostly touched. He really is so in love. “I would so do that,” he confirms, nodding his head. Jimin lays his head in the crook of his neck, yawning a few minutes after. Jungkook looks down at him, stroking down his back. “You tired, baby?”

Jimin nods slowly, eyes almost fluttering shut. 

“You really wore me out,” the omega replies and Jungkook’s chest does puff out a little like a peacock, he can’t lie. Nonetheless, he slides down the headboard of their bed until his head hits the pillows, this way they’re both more comfortable. Though it is a little uncomfortable with how sticky the sheets are. Jungkook will change those later. “Can we stay like this?” He asks. 

And well, really, who is he to say no?

“Of course,” Jungkook nods, kissing the omega’s forehead. “gonna wake you up later so we can take a bath.” The alpha  is already prepared for the whine Jimin sends his way at the mention of waking up. “Don’t whine. You’ll just fall right back asleep.”

“You’re right.” Jimin hums.

“Always am, yes.” The alpha sticks his tongue out at the older and he’s faced with the look. That scolding scowl ever-so-present on the omega’s face.

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my king.” 

“Happy Valentine’s day, alpha.” The omega murmurs, barely conscious of the world as he succumbs to sleep, Jungkook’s eyes beginning to close too. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby. Love you.”

A beat of silence, Jimin’s breathing already steadying as he breathes in his alpha’s scent, on the precipice of sleep.

Jungkook can’t help himself when he says it. He really can’t. It’s stronger than him, even when he knows Jimin’s gonna be annoyed, but— “Your pussy looks like a cream bun right now.”

He can almost hear the cogs turning in the omega’s head as he processes what was just said. He cracks an eye open, glaring at the alpha. “I’ll pay you to stop saying unhinged things after sex.”

Jungkook giggles to himself before cuddling into the omega’s soft hair, making him whine and squirm out of his arms when he squeezes him too tight, cuteness aggression and all.

Valentine’s day #3 might just take the cake from the past two.