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He should have known that the second he let the alpha see his vulnerable side, he wouldn’t be able to stay away.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Just to see how it is- how it feels to be fucked by an alpha like him.
Being raised in a traditional family meant Jimin grew up thinking that even making eye contact with an alpha who wasn’t part of his pack could be his ruin. He grew up knowing when to ask if his opinion is needed or when to simply keep his eyes trained on his shoes and keep his mouth shut.
He grew up thinking that everything he needs, does, likes and dislikes should be decided by his father and then by his future mate. He wasn’t an omega who should speak out of line and think about how he felt in situations that were obviously questionable, he just had to be submissive. He just had to listen to the older alphas who knew better .
And that was fine, it was all he knew. All he thought was right.
Until he was allowed to go to college. Until he met Kim Taehyung, an omega that was everything Jimin secretly wished he could be.
One year away from home changed him beyond words. He was all he had to be when he visited his family or when he spoke with his mother on the phone, but he was also just himself when he knew they had no way of ever finding out.
He went from being too shy to even talk to Taehyung, to staying up until 5am before an important test just to listen as the omega rambled about yet another mind-blowing time with his alpha best friend. Jimin always asked if he’s sure they don’t like each other enough to try being together but the omega always shook his head and quickly dismissed Jimin’s question.
He went from politely turning down a shot of alcohol to at least giving it a try to see if he liked the taste of it. He would always cringe at the taste of it and wash it down with something sweet, but Taehyung’s encouraging smile was all he needed to see to know that he was at least doing somehting right. He was trying new things, figuring for himself if he likes them or not, not simply being told if he did.
He went from not daring to look any alpha in the eyes to searching their gazes with blushing cheeks and sweaty hands.
That’s when he saw him , Jeon Jungkook. The epitome of every omega’s wet dream. An alpha that towered over every other alpha in the darkly light club, that managed to stand out even in the most mundane outfit- black skinny jeans, tight black t-shirt that let little to the imagination and chunky sneakers that could definitely crush bones if the alpha used his whole strength.
Jimin, despite everything he was taught growing up, felt himself instantly drawn to the alpha. He was all Jimin could see, all his omega could focus on for the rest of the night.
The alpha didn’t notice him- didn’t even look at him once, and Jimin went back to his dorm with a drunk Taehyung clinging to his arm with a heavy heart and burning cheeks, unaware of the dark eyes following him out of the club and into the dark street.
The stars seemed to have aligned in his favour when just two days after that night, Jeon Jungkook showed up at the spring festival their college organized and Taehyung’s alpha friend, Yoongi, presented him as his best friend.
Jimin doesn’t remember much of that day except for the way his whole body burned and seemed to come alive whenever Jungkook’s dark eyes drifted to him.
He was intimidating, there was no way Jimin could have managed to keep his omega in check when the alpha smirked down at him and brushed his fingers over Jimin’s exposed stomach whenever he saw a chance. The omega cursed Taehyung in his head every second of the day for making him wear a crop top- he looked cute in it he won’t deny it , but feeling Jungkook’s big fingers slide over his milky skin made him dizzy.
But what truly had made Jimin’s mind spin and omega whine in need was the way the alpha had leaned down at the end of the night to kiss his cheek goodbye. His scent, heady and woody had washed all over Jimin, invading his senses and making him weak in the knees.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep that night, all he remembers is how the alpha’s scent had lingered on his skin from how Jungkook had brushed his finger over the omega’s scent gland- rosewood strong and potent with a hint of something sweeter that dripped off Jimin’s tongue like honey, vanilla. A combination so inviting it was deadly.
Jimin quickly falls victim to his omega’s desires, although he doesn’t really try to put up a fight. After a few other encounters that leave him high- omega begging him to just submit to the strong alpha that watched him with a hungry glint in his eyes, Jimin finds himself spread wide open on Jungkook’s black silky sheets.
The first time it happens, he’s beyond nervous. He overthinks every word that comes out of his mouth and every step he takes inside the alpha’s big apartment. It doesn’t feel like home, the lack of vibrant colours putting him on edge, but he barely has the time to take in the decor before he’s crushed into a hard chest, his head pulled back by a strong grip on his nape until he has no choice but to stare up into a dark abyss that threatens to swallow him whole and never let him go.
The way Jungkook treats him- with gentle yet firm words and tight grips, has him spinning.
Although Jimin has heard Taehyung talk about the most toe-curling sexual actions that left him trembling in need, thighs clenching painfully to keep his slick from dripping down his cheeks, he’s still left breathless by Jungkook.
The alpha is so sure of himself, so in control of every word and action that Jimin feels no shame in letting him lead. In submitting. It comes almost as easy as breathing. He tilts his head to the side, inviting the alpha to mark him as his for the night, and then he’s gone.
He cries when the alpha makes him come with his tongue and sounds he’s never thought himself capable of making slip past his lips with no end in sight as he’s being stretched open on four fingers. He opens his eyes just enough to gaze down at the alpha kneeling between his quivering thighs. His wide shoulders keep Jimin from moving his thighs and the big fingers pressing into his skin- no wonder leaving pink bruises behind, keep his legs parted.
Having such an alpha between his legs- an alpha so virile, strong and big has his omega purring, pliant, and ready to submit to the alpha’s every wish.
Jungkook’s body is heavy on top of him, sweaty and so hot it feels like he’s being pinned down by the sun itself. His lips brush over every inch of Jimin’s body, hungry and wet, but they linger on his ear, whispering promises and filthy praises that have Jimin arching his back and spreading his things wider.
In the back of his mind he’s ashamed of his actions.
How can he let an alpha he barely knows explore his body like this? How can he invite an alpha that is not courting him to take him so openly? His father would be ashamed, his mother would be too distraught to even say a word if she found out Jimin was just about to lose his virginity. But as Jungkook grips his chin and lowers his head to pull Jimin’s lips in a burning kiss, pushing his heavy and hot tongue inside his mouth to explore every inch of it, Jimin can’t do anything but enjoy every second of it, forgetting all about his father’s teachings.
When the alpha finally makes Jimin take his cock with a deadly grip on his hips to keep him still and another on his jaw to make sure the omega doesn’t look away, Jimin knows he will never be able to forget this moment. Knows he will never be able to stay away from this alpha.
Jungkook fucks him slow at first, pulling out all the way only to thrust back in and make Jimin choke on a cry, their eyes never losing focus of the other.
“So tight for me, babyboy. Sucking me right back in like you never want to let me go,” he chuckles, the sound travelling right to Jimin’s leaking cock.
His teeth nip at the omega’s cheek, tongue licking a fat stripe over the bruise before pulling back to stare down at Jimin with narrowed eyes, his jaw set tight.
“You’re mine,” he says, voice calm and clear. Jimin wonders how that’s possible. How can the alpha be in so much control when Jimin himself has been crying and begging for what feels like hours. He pulls back almost all the way, watching Jimin’s lips fall open before thrusting back in hard enough to make Jimin slide up the bed. He cries out, shaking under the alpha as his second orgasm takes him by surprise.
Jungkook holds him tightly as he fucks him through his release, their bodies sticky and hot against each other.
Just as Jimin is about to cry out and beg the alpha to pull back, the oversensitivity too unbearable, Jungkook pulls out, wraps his hand around his cock and pumps himself over Jimin three times before coming all over the omega’s cock and balls.
He whines and tries to pulls back, too embarrassed by the sight of the white cum spread all over his flushed and spent cock. Like this, the alpha looks even bigger, Jimin can’t even believe he was able to take it. But just as the alpha promised, he’d made Jimin take it.
“Open your eyes,” Jungkook says lowly. Jimin opens his eyes, obedient as ever without thinking twice about it. His eyes find the alpha’s tattooed and big fingers spreading his cum all over his milky things. His breath hitches and then the alpha’s wet fingers slide between his cheeks, pushing the cum inside his sensitive hole.
The reaction that action pulls out of him is almost visceral, his omega comes forward and Jimin arches his back and bares his neck, eyes rolling in the back of his head. If before the room had smelled strongly of him, of sex and Jungkook, now the scent is so strong Jimin feels like he’s suffocating in his own scent. Never had his fresh flowery scent felt more venomous.
The alpha hums above him, still collecting cum from all over Jimin’s cock to push it inside his wet and stretched hole.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever marked,” he growls and Jimin eyes snap open, his cock leaking painfully.
Jungkook looks at him through the black strands that cover his eyes, a dark glint in his gaze. “What? Am I wrong?” He asks, scissoring his fingers, more slick gushing out of Jimin. “Wet and stretched like a pussy. Better even.”
Jungkook falls forward, taking Jimin by surprise. He guides the tip of his cock to Jimin’s entrance with one hand, the other keeping Jimin’s thigh pressed to the bed in a vice grip. Jimin parts his lips to stop the alpha from pushing in but he’s stopped when Jungkook brings their lips a breath apart, their eyes locking together.
The omega trembles, mind spinning with how small and powerless he feels under the alpha’s heavy weight and unrelenting grip.
“Is this pussy mine, Jimin-ah?” He asks, his voice sweet as honey. But something darker lingers in his tone, something that has Jimin crying while biting his lips before nodding slowly.
The alpha shakes his head, eyes lowering to the omega’s lip. He nips at it to make the omega release it from the painful bite and then pulls back, his face void of any expression. It would be scary how fast the alpha’s expression changed if he wasn’t so lost in everything that is Jungkook, in everything that he made Jimin feel. His heady scent, his lewd words, his cock pushing in and out of Jimin- just the tip, just enough to have Jimin panting and leaking constantly, his dark eyes analyzing every inch of the omega’s face and body, his strong muscles bulging as he keeps himself over Jimin on his forearms, caging Jimin in with no way of escaping.
This alpha could break him. Could do the worst immaginable things to him and Jimin wouldn’t be able to protect himself, wouldn’t even be able to dream of raising a hand against the rock solid muscles that make up Jungkook’s whole body. There’s not a soft spot Jimin could hope to stab a knife into, not a vulnerable point he could try to aim at.
“I asked you a question,” the alpha says calmly, looking almost disappointed. Jimin scrunches his nose, breathing through his mouth as he tries to focus on what the alpha is saying and then Jungkook thrusts forward, his cock claiming Jimin all over again. He cries out, gripping the alpha’s arms.
“H-hyung- please-“
He feels like he might break, too sensitive to imagine he could handle another intense orgasm. Jungkook’s cock seems even bigger now, stretching Jimin to the point he thinks he will never be the same again, his cock marking a place inside Jimin’s body just for it.
“Is this pussy mine, Jimin-ah?” He asks again, harsher, his hand gripping Jimin’s chin to keep his head tilted up as his hips press into the omega’s. Jimin is sure he will feel the ghost of Jungkook’s presence between his legs for days to come.
“ Y-yes !” He chokes out, tasting his own tears on his lips. Salty. Yet so sweet. So addicting. “Yours! Yours h-hyung only yours !”
The alpha growls and starts fucking Jimin again, unrelenting and unforgiving. Jimin remembers passing out at some point only to wake up with the alpha spreading his own cum again all over Jimin’s thighs and rim, before cleaning his own mess up with his lips and tongue.
It was supposed to be a one time thing, driven by his omega’s desire and his own curiosity. But sooner than later, Jimin finds himself crying on Jungkook’s cold sheets more often than he finds himself sleeping in his own bed.
Sooner than later, he can’t even imagine not responding to Jungkook’s texts, can’t even imagine not letting the alpha have him any way he pleases whenever he sees fit.
Sooner than later, he would rather die than ever be separated from Jungkook.
::
They’re in a cozy restaurant, close to campus. It’s already dark outside and because the weather was very pleasant, they decided to sit at a table outside, in a nice corner on the side of the building that’s lit by only the few candles placed in the middle of the table.
Taehyung and Yoongi sit across from Jimin, the omega talking animatedly about something Jimin can’t really focus on because right next to him, sitting way too close, is Jungkook. His big and warm hand rests on Jimin’s upper thigh, right where his skirt ends. He doesn’t move it, doesn’t try to slip his fingers past the material of the skirt, but Jimin still has to try his best to pretend like he’s not about to leak all over his panties and skirt.
Taehyung and Yoongi don’t know about them, Jimin had been too embarrased and nervous to tell Taehyung, and Jungkook hadn’t cared much about telling his friends, so their…little adventures remain a secret.
Jimin is not sure for how long.
“Pure?”
Jimin is snapped back to reality at the gravel tone with which that word is spoken. He lifts his eyes to look at Taehyung then slowly at the alpha beside him. Jungkook is watching him, a kind of sinister amused look washing over his eyes.
“Is that so, Jimin-ah?”
“W-what?” He breathes out, fingers clammy on his lap, a weight settling in his belly- hot and heavy. It’s the effect Jungkook has on him, no matter how hard he tries to become immune to it, he can’t.
“I was just telling them about how you were raised, you know- the whole traditional family story and stuff,” Taeyung says, sounding bored.
“I forgot how ridiculous traditionalists are,” Yoongi mutters. “Imagine not being allowed to date and have fun until you mate. And even then, mating is not your choice.”
“Jimin is having fun,” the omega says, suddenly more entertained by the topic. “Right, Jiminie? You’re having fun with us, no?”
“Y-yeah, yes . Of course.”
“So,” Jungkook cuts in, “What would your father do if he finds out you perhaps broke some of his rules?” He asks, one finger slipping just under the material of his skirt.
Jimin’s heart drops in his stomach, throat hurting.
The warm light of the candle illuminates Jungkook’s face from the side, the shadows dancing across his face making him look darker- bigger and dangerous . Jimin’s eyes move over the pretty earrings decorating the alpha’s ears, over the heavy chain resting around his thick neck and the heavy rings around his long fingers. Even in the dark light, where barely anything is visible, Jungkook shines as if he has a light of his own shining down on him, screaming at everyone around to pay attention to him.
A gentle yet firm tap on his inner thighs has him snapping back into the present.
“I- w-what? I d-didn’t-”
“I know,” Jungkook says sweetly, smiling down at Jimin. The finger slips higher up under his skirt, “I’m just asking. If you were to disobey him-” he whispers, “what would he do?”
A smirk takes over the alpha’s lips, the dark glint in his eyes sending shivers up the omega’s spine. A few strands of hair fall over Jungkook’s face as he moves slightly to get more comfortable- closer to Jimin .
Jimin’s lips open and close like a fish out of water that desperately tries to survive. Why is the alpha asking him that? His cheeks burn. Jungkook knows he’s the one that took his virginity. Why would he-
“Jimin loves his family, he wouldn’t actually do something that would really anger his father. Small things like trying some alcohol and going out to a few clubs are fine, but…” he trails off, watching Jimin carefully.
“But you wouldn’t break the rule that tells you to remain pure until your mating?” Jungkook hums, eyes raking over Jimin’s body as if he can still taste Jimin on his tongue from their adventures the previous night, his finger finally brushing against Jimin’s half-hard cock.
Jimin jumps and gasps, eyes wide. All eyes turn to him and then he coughs and reaches out for his pink lemonade, cheeks burning bright. He hopes the light from the candles is not that strong for it to be noticeable.
“S-sorry,” he apologizes, breathing through his nose to keep his arousal in check. But it’s impossible to do so when Jungkook’s finger slides up until it presses right on his leaking tip, the material of his panties already soaked in a tiny spot. His thighs clench in a feeble attempt at making the alpha pull his hand away, but Jungkook grips his upper thigh and forces his legs open wider- wider and wider until a gentle breeze washes right over his cock. Jimin bites his tongue to stop himself from whimpering.
“So,” the alpha drwals, his voice low. “You wouldn’t, right?”
Jimin shakes his head, begging Jungkook with his eyes to pull his hand away. But the alpha only smiles and leans back on the table, keeping his head up on one hand while looking at Jimin with a cake bored look.
“He wouldn’t,” Taehung says, sounding a little concerned. “You know what? I feel like I could dance. Let’s go to a club-”
“-I asked Jimin-ah,” Jungkook interrupts him and Taehyung falls silent, the air around them suddenly too tense.
Jungkook’s finger keeps stroking Jimin’s tip slowly, alternating between rubbing the pad of his finger in tiny circles over it or pressing on it. Jimin feels his cheeks slide together within seconds, his ears ringing.
In that moment he’s the most glad that by some miracle he decided to take his suppressants before going out. His arousal won’t be noticed through scent, but if he leaks too much, to the point he soaks his skirt, he won’t be able to hide it. He’s mortified of that happening.
He can’t let so many wolves see him in that state. That’s only for Jungkook’s eyes. Only for his alph- no. No, not his alpha.
“I think he would,” Jungkook whispers, his nostrils flaring, as if he can smell Jimin’s arousal.
“I wouldn’t!” Jimin gasps, wide eyes staring at Jungkook in disbelief. “I wouldn’t ,” he says again, not believing his own lie, but still trying to sound convincing. Maybe that’s why he feels like nobody believes him- because he tried too hard.
The alpha smirks and Jimin knows he fell right in the alpha’s trap.
“Oh,” he arches one dark eyebrow up. His finger slips inside Jimin’s panties, brushing directly over his sensitive and wet skin. Jimin’s thighs twitch and he shuts them close now that Jungkook is too distracted to move his hand to stop him. Wrong move, he traps Jungkook’s hand right over his cock, pressing it closer- he inhales sharlpy, pushing his hands over Jungkook’s with the skirt between them. “You wouldn’t…” he hums, looking at Taehyung then at Yoongi. “Even the purest omega would be curious about how an alpha’s cock feels,” he chuckles before taking a swing of his beer, the earring dangling from his ears, chunky rings catching the light of the candles. His hand stays pressed to Jimin’s cock even though his body is turned away from Jimin.
The omega watches the alpha’s broad shoulders. The lines in his muscles that stretch all over his exposed arms. The dark tattoos covering the alpha’s entire arm. The veins in his wrist that lead to his strong and long fingers. The-
“I’ve never fucked a virgin before,” Jungkook’s deep voice cuts through Jimin’s thoughts like a knife, the sharpest and deadliest knife.
Jimin’s eyes snap up. Yoongi groans and Taehyung laughs nervously.
“What?”
“H-hyung-”
Jungkook turns his head to watch Jimin over his shoulder. Their eyes lock and he pulls his hand back. Jimin has to bite his tongue to not cry at the loss of warmth and pressure on his leaking cock. And then Jungkook does something that has him almost running from the table.
The alpha brings his finger to his lips, wiping away some excess beer that was on his lower lip. He pushes the tip of his finger inside, humming as he wraps his tongue around it and Jimin watches in shock, frozen in place, heart racing.
“Hmm, sweet .”
Jimin almost cries out. His cock twitches and more slick gushes out of him, no doubt crating another spot on his panties. His breathing is irregular and he can barely feel his legs. His omega preens, please that the alpha enjoys their taste.
Thankfully Jungkook doesn’t tease him more and they leave soon after that.
Taehyung and Yoongi go to a club to have some fun dancing and Jimin has no choice but to say he’s tired because he needs to go back to his dorm as soon as possible and change his panites. Jungkook says he will drive him back, but just as Jimin expected when he climbed in Jungkook’s expensive car, they don’t go back to Jimin’s dorm, but at the alpha’s apartment downtown.
That night, Jimin learns what it’s like to be fucked against the table.
Jungkook is rough- rougher than any other time before. He fucks Jimin hard and fast, making the table scrape against the expensive tiles with every thrust. The hardwood cuts into Jimin’s hips, sending shockwaves of pain all up his spine, but he doesn't ask the alpha to stop. Only cries and begs for more. Only arches his spine and pushes his ass back to meet Jungkook’s hips.
The alpha’s fingers are tight around his nape, keeping his head down. Jimin whines in the back of his throat and curls into himself, making himself smaller under the alpha. Docile. The unrelenting grip reminds him that he belongs. That he is in the right place. That his alpha is the one claiming him so roughly- that even he can’t hold himself back, mad with the need to be inside his omega.
Jungkook comes all over his ass, grunting and kissing down Jimin’s spine as he once again pushes his cum back inside the omega, this time using the tip of his cock. It has become routine, Jimin knows not to move until the alpha is done pushing the hot liquid past his abused rim.
“I was right,” he grunts in Jimin’s ear, caressing the omega’s hip as they wait to regain their bearings.
Jimin turns his head enough to watch the alpha. Sweat trails down his temples, catching in the long strands of hair that always fall over his eyes. He’s so beautiful like this- cheeks flushed from fucking Jimin so roughly and fast, chest rising and falling steadily, muscles glistening with swat and suppressed hunger swimming in his dark eyes.
Jimin licks his lips, eyelids too heavy.
“A-about?” He asks, voice scratchy from so much crying and screaming.
“Sweet,” he hums, kissing Jimin’s jaw and neck. “Your lips… your slick…your cum….your pussy,” he growls, pulling Jimin closer so his cock can slide over Jimin’s wet hole.
“ H-hyung ,” the omega whines, lowering his head to hide. It’s so embarrassing to hear the alpha talk like that , but he likes it so much.
“What would your father say if he saw you like this, hm? Bent over the table with your pretty skirt pulled over your ass, my cum leaking out of your sloppy pussy.”
Jimin gasps and clenches his eyes shut, fighting the arousal that makes his belly flip.
“What would he say, doll? Would he be disappointed his pure omega son spread his legs for an alpha before mating?”
Jimin sobs, blocking the images of his father that flash through his mind. Why is this making him want the alpha again? He’s sick- why is he feeling aroused by this?
“He-he would be s-so angry,” he chokes out, pushing back against Jungkook’s hips. The alpha lets him and Jimin starts rutting back on his cock fast, panting in his elbow. Drooling over his sweaty skin.
Jungkook hums. His hands grabbing Jimin’s hips to help him move faster. Harder. With more precision. Until Jimin comes again, gasping and biting his own hand.
Jungkook falls over him, his hard chest pressing into Jimin’s back, pushing the omega onto the table.
“You’re not his omega anymore,” he whispers. But although his voice is gentle, the way he plunges his cock inside Jimin is anything but. The omega cries out, trembling from head to toe.
“ A - alpha - ah I can’t- I-”
“You’re not his pure and obedient omega anymore. You dont’t have to obey any of his rules,” he bites out past gritted teeth as he fucks Jimin hard and fast. Slick gushes out of him, the wet sound making Jimin whine in embarrassment. “You’re mine. You’re my omega. You obey only my rules.”
Jimin shivers. He turns his head to look up at the alpha, marveling at the sigh before him. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, like some kind of dark fantasy created just for him. His muscles shift and bulge with every thrust. The silver chain around his thick neck moves lightly with the harsh movements. His hand slips from Jimin’s sweaty hips only to growl and grip them tighter until his fingers bite Jimin’s soft skin.
“R-rules?” He asks, heart caught in his throat. He’s never questioned his father’s rules. His father was the head of the family, the only one with authority to set any rules for him. Jimin had hoped his alpha would be kind enough to not give Jimin any more rules to follow. Had hoped Jungkook would be different. Fresh tears gather in his eyes, but he fights them back.
Jungkook smirks and shifts so that his cock brushes against Jimin’s prostate with every push forward. Jimin falls back on his hands, forehead hitting the table, eyes closing.
“ Rules ,” the alpha sneers, sounding angry. Jimin whines, not understanding why the alpha is angry. What did he do wrong? What can he do to make it right?
Jungkook’s big fingers curl around his throat, pulling Jimin up. The omega cries out, having to lift himself on his tiptoes. Jungkook moves a few more times and then he bites Jimin’s shoulder as he comes inside him for the first time. Jimin gasps and moves his ass back to match the alpha’s jerky movements, delirious with how good the alpha’s hot cum feels inside of him.
“No rules,” Jungkook growls in his ear, kissing his neck gently. So gently it gives Jimin whiplash.
“No rules?” Jimin echoes, feeling lost. He gazes out the floor-to-ceiling windows, at the dark sky outside. But it doesn’t feel as scary as it used to. So many stars light up the sky, creating a beautiful path for Jimin to follow.
“Maybe just one,” Jungkook chuckles, cupping his cock to reach down and play with his balls. Jimin clenches around the cock still buried deep inside him. “You’re mine. This pussy is only mine ,” he accentuates his words with a languid thrust.
Jimin smiles widely, his eyes teary as he gazes at the sky.
“ Yours .”
::
Jimin knows he’s pretty. Had always known because alphas- despite the beliefs they grew up with just like every other wolf in his high school, always looked at him with a little bit more hunger in their gazes than they were allowed.
It didn’t bother him much because he knew he was safe. Nobody would ever dare taint him. Omegas are protected and kept pure until mating, if an alpha wanted him, they first had to ask for permission to court him and no alpha in high school wanted to tie themselves to one omega so early in life, so they just watched.
Jimin had always liked to make himself pretty. In high school he would wear different skirts almost every day, all very appropriate for his age, but still pretty enough. He would braid his hair when it was longer and put pretty flowery pins in it. Would put a little blush on his cheeks and even some tinted gloss on his lips because he loved how they glistened in the sun. He loved what he saw in the mirror every day and that brought him enough joy to not rebel against his father and keep his mouth shut. If he was allowed to have this one thing, Jimin was happy.
If in high school Jimin didn’t mind the hungry gazes and was able to not even acknowledge them most of the time, now he can barely breathe when he feels just one alpha looking at him.
Jungkook is leaning back on the couch, his legs spread, arms resting over the back of the couch. Only a pair of loose sweatpants cover his body and Jimin feels like falling to his knees in front of the alpha.
His gaze moves up and down Jimin’s body repeatedly, his eyes never giving anything away. Jimin is restless, fidgety as he waits for the alpha to say something, anything .
“Red looks good on you.”
Jimin blinks. He looks at the alpha then down at himself then back at the alpha. He’s wearing a red robe that barely stays over his shoulders and is tied over his hips loosely so his black panties can be seen. His cock his hard, the thin material of the panties clinging to his sensitive skin as pre-cum keeps spilling from the tip. He’s almost trembling in front of the alpha, unsteady on the red heels he chose to wear and all the alpha has to say is that red looks good on him?
“ Do you …do you like it?” He asks softly, brushing nonexistent dirt from the robe.
Jungkook cocks his head to the side, eyes lingering on his thighs.
“I’m surprised,” he says finally. Jimin wants to say he doesn’t really look surprised but he bites his tongue and just nods. “Do you have something planned for tonight, omega?”
Jimin shivers, hearing the alpha call him by his rank always makes him weak in the knees.
“I- I want to try something.” He breathes in, gathering every piece of courage he can find. He’s never done this before, but he wants to so badly now, just the thought of it has him leaking.
Jungkook beckons him closer with one finger and Jimin goes as if pulled by a thin thread. The alpha offers his hand and Jimin places his own over it gingerly. The alpha places a kiss on his knuckles, his eyes soft and then, as if he’s possessed by a completely different person, Jungkook’s eyes darken and he drops Jimin’s hand.
“On your knees.”
The command goes straight to Jimin’s groin. He slowly lowers himself to his knees between the alpha’s parted legs, placing his hands on his thighs.
“What do you want?”
Jimin blushes all the way down to his chest. He lowers his eyes but Jungkook growls and that’s the signal Jimin needs to lift his eyes back up and meet the alpha’s gaze.
“I want to- I want to learn- to try -” he stammers. His hands slip over his knees and his cock hurts from how hard it is. The robe falls off his right shoulder, exposing his chest but the alpha’s gaze doesn’t drift from his eyes.
“What do you want, pretty?”
They’ve been here before. Every time Jimin wants to try something new he comes to Jungkook dressed to impress, to make the alpha want to bend to his will and try whatever he wants. And every time Jungkook makes him kneel in front of him and tell him exactly what he wants.
When his wish for the night finally slips from his lips, breathy and soft, Jungkook cracks. He lunges forward, resting one hand on his knee and the other grips the side of Jimin’s face to pull him in a hungry kiss. Their teeth clash and then the alpha slips his tongue inside Jimin’s mouth, tasting every inch of it until Jimin forgets how to breathe through his nose and his lungs hurt.
When he pulls back, Jimin falls on his ass. Everything happens fast after that, one moment he’s watching the alpha pull his pants down and the next he’s being held in place by a harsh grip on his nape while Jungkook brushes the tip of his cock over his parted lips.
For the first time since that fateful first night, Jimin tastes the alpha on his tongue. Salty. Yet so sweet. So addicting. Just like everything else about the alpha.
“Open your mouth. Wider - that’s it, good boy.” He pushes just the tip inside but Jimin already feels like choking on it. His eyes instantly start tearing. “Breathe through your nose and be careful with your teeth- yes- fuck , yeah that’s perfect.”
Jimin almost smiles, happy that the alpha is pleased. He’s barely doing much- just focuses on keeping his jaw slack and mouth open, but if the alpha is pleased that’s all that matters.
Jungkook pushes more of his cock inside and Jimin jerks, wanting to pull away but the alpha keeps him in place by the nape, forcing him to take it.
“Breathe in- shhh , breathe in through your nose. Good. Good. Open your eyes, look at me.”
Jimin hadn’t even noticed his eyes were closed. He opens his eyes, watching through wet lashes as the alpha reaches out to wipe his tears with his thumb.
His eyes soften, but his grip remains steady.
“So pretty for me, baby boy.”
The praise goes straight to his cock and something in him snaps. He can do better. He can be better. Lifting himself on his knees, he braces himself on the alpha’s knees, his fingers shaking and then he pushes himself down on the alpha’s cock. He chokes, his throat burning. Spit trails down his lips and chin and tears fall freely down his eyes.
For a second he fears he might be really ugly like this. What alpha would want to see an omega make such a mess of himself just for a poorly executed blow job, but then his eyes lift to Jungkook's face and his heart stops beating.
The alpha watches him with parted lips, tongue pushing against the inside of his bottom teeth. Sharp eyes fixed on Jimin’s mouth. Heaving chest and strained muscles.
Jimin breathes in through his nose and tries to take more, but has to quickly pull back up when his throat hurts too much. His jaw starts hurting as well, but he doesn’t want to give up.
Jungkook is so big he’s barely past the tip and he feels like he can’t take anymore of it already. How will he ever be able to take all of it? Had any omega before been able to take the alpha’s cock properly in their mouth?
Jealousy washes over him, unwelcomed, making him feel ugly and silly. He shouldn’t think of other omegas being with his alpha. Jungkook is with him now.
They’re not official, but he trusts the alpha. Jungkook wouldn’t sleep with any other omega while he’s fucking Jimin.
“This view should be illegal,” the alpha whispers, bringing Jimin back into the present. “How lucky am I to claim both your virgin pussy and mouth, hm ?”
Jimin pulls back so suddenly Jungkook is not fast enough to hold him on his cock. He gasps through his mouth, taking lungfuls until his lungs stop burning and then slides closer to the alpha, like a cat wrapping himself around his owner’s leg. His hands slide up the alpha’s muscular thighs and he lowers his head again to lick the tip of the alpha’s cock, basking in the small inhale Jungkook takes.
“If you don’t put your mouth to work then at least make me come with your pussy.”
Jimin whines, flushing bright red.
“I want to- I want to try again.”
“Then why did you pull back?”
He whines, begging Jungkook to understand with his eyes, but as always the alpha is unforgiving.
“It’s been months. You should be used to it by now.”
“How can I-“ he rushes to say but quickly stops.
Jungkook’s eyes narrow. He reaches out and pulls Jimin up. In a matter of seconds he rips Jimin’s panties off and pulls the omega to straddle his thighs. He guides his cock to Jimin’s hole then slams the omega down, forcing him to take all of it in one go.
Jimin cries and falls forward, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck.
“ Fuck - so fucking tight. If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re a virgin.”
“Please-“
“Ride me,” Jungkook orders with a harsh slap on his ass. “Make me come with your pussy, baby boy. Can you do that, hm?”
“Y-yes,” Jimin breathes out, moving his hips slowly, tentatively. Until the alpha grows restless and grips his hips and makes him move faster up and down.
“I love how you feel, omega,” Jungkook grunts into his mouth, brushing Jimin’s face back. “Your pussy is as tight as the first time. Clinging to me like a virgin all over again. Why are you crying?”
Jimin sniffs, rocking his hips until his thighs ache. He trembles, slick gushing out of him all over the alpha’s thighs.
“ A-alpha - so good, so good-“
“Yeah? Your pussy feels good stretched around my cock? Don’t -“ Jungkook snaps and Jimin forces his eyes open again. “Don’t fucking hide. Own it. Say it- you love my cock stretching your pussy open. Love it when I come inside of it. Love it when I talk like this. Say it!”
“ I love it! ,” Jimin chokes out, crying harder as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.
“What do you love?” Jungkook presses, biting his chin.
“Your cock in my p-pussy.”
Jungkook’s cock twitches and his fingers press harder into Jimin’s hips.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Y-you.”
“And who am I?” Jimin whines and closes his eyes. “Who am I, Jimin-ah? Who fucked your virgin pussy and claimed you for the first time? Who keeps you stretched and full every single day?”
“A-alpha-“
“Who am I?” Jungkook growls, moving Jimin’s hips harder and faster. The tip of his cock brushes against Jimin’s prostate and the omega jerks, sobbing as he finally comes, untouched like every other time before.
“ My alpha !” Jimin screams, head thrown back as he rides his orgasm. “My alpha! My alpha!” He chants over and over again.
Jungkook pulls him close to his chest, wrapping his arms around the omega’s small body, fucking him through his orgasm until he comes as well, filling Jimin up just like he did that morning.
Jimin cries silently in the alpha’s neck, rubbing his cheek over his neck in search of comfort. Of that scent that always wraps him in a warm blanket.
Jungkook kisses the side of his face and scents him as well, kissing his scent gland and massaging his thighs.
::
It becomes harder and harder to hide their relationship when the alpha refuses to act normal around their friends.
Tonight they're watching a live performance in the park next to their dorms and because the seats are limited (they’re kinda not but Jungkook swears they are) the alpha pulls Jimin to sit on his lap.
On his right there’s a stranger, an alpha judging by his strong scent and on his left is Taehyung who’s focused more on the alpha next to him, Yoongi.
Every seat in front and behind them is occupied and Jimin can barely see the stage from this far back, but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t want to make them move just because he can’t see the band. It’s fine as long as he can still hear the music. And he has more important things to focus on.
For example, the way his skirt keeps riding up his upper thighs. He can’t sit properly in a way that can help his skirt stay in place because Jungkook’s feet are longer and he’s not wearing any heels like he does at home so his tiptoes barely touch the ground. He moves to scoot to the front to sit on the alpha’s knees so his feet can touch the ground but the alpha pulls him back with one arm wrapped around his middle.
Jungkook moves Jimin around until both his feet are on the side of Jungkook’s legs and he’s completely in the alpha’s lap. His skirt is up past his upper thigh and if it weren’t for the hand he hastily put between his thighs, his panties would be visible. He blushes and looks around to see if anyone’s looking at him before lowering his eyes to Jungkook.
“My panties,” he whispers.
Jungkook hums and leans back in his chair, lazily looking down at Jimin’s hand before looking back at his face.
“Keep your hand there and nobody will see your naughty panties.”
Jimin’s eyes widen and the blush on his cheeks spreads all the way down to his exposed shoulders.
“They’re not - they-“
Jungkook curls one eyebrow up. “Red see-through thongs aren’t naughty?”
“ H-hyung !” Jimin shushes him, looking around again to see if anyone is paying attention to them. But everyone seems to be focused on the show and the music is loud enough only for them to hear their whispered conversation.
“Did you take your pill, baby?”
“Of course,” Jimin says quickly. He knows well he can’t risk going out in public with Jungkook without taking his pill.
Jungkook hums then shifts his focus past Jimin to the stage. The omega deflates, slightly disappointed.
They watch the concert in silence for the most part, talking once in a while when Taehyung makes a joke about the vocalist. Jimin likes the music, but he can’t enjoy it fully when all he can focus on is his hand being the only thing protecting his modesty.
When the show finally ends, he jumps up and quickly pulls his skirt down, smiling up at Jungkook when he’s satisfied enough.
The alpha watches his thighs for a moment then he turns around to face Yoongi.
“Jimin forgot his coat back at the dorms. I’ll go with him to take it. We’ll meet you guys at the pub.”
Jimin blushes deeply as he listens to the alpha lie to their friends so easily. Yoongi nods and Taehyung waves at them and then they’re alone.
“It’s hot outside I don’t need-“
Jungkook takes a step forward, lowering himself to speak into Jimin’s ear.
“If you’re so hungry for my cock you should just ask for it.”
“I’m not- I didn’t-“
Jungkook grips his hip to stop him from pulling back.
“So you didn’t put this flimsy pair of thongs on thinking about how easy it would be for me to pull the material aside and slide right into your tight pussy?”
Jimin sways forward, his belly flipping.
“I- I didn’t-“
“Keep lying to yourself and you might start believing it.”
Jungkook pulls him by the hand and in a matter of minutes they’re in Jimin’s dorm. This tiny room is home for Jimin, more than his parents’ house had ever been, but with Jungkook taking up so much of the space, towering over him with that glint in his eyes, Jimin feels like a prey trapped in a cage with an apex predator.
Jungkook takes off his belt, throwing it to the side. Jimin watches with shaking knees as he slowly takes off his rings and places them on the table.
“On the bed. Ass up.”
Jimin’s cheeks burn at the commending tone in Jungkook’s voice, but he scrambles to obey, crawling on the bed. He barely makes it in the middle when he’s pulled back to the edge by the ankles. The alpha taps his inner thighs and he spreads his legs until his skirt rides up enough to expose his hole and cheeks.
Jungkook doesn’t waste time checking if Jimin is stretched, they fucked only three hours ago, Jimin is more than ready. He kneads Jimin’s cheeks, plays with the meaty globes then tugs the string of the thong aside and on one cheek before thrusting in fully in one powerful thrust.
Jimin jerks forward, his hands giving out. His chest hits the bed, but his ass remains in the air, the skirt biting into the skin of his hips as the harsh material gathered in one place.
Jungkook takes him fast and hard and dirty, coming all over his cheeks and balls before licking Jimin clean and making him come again with his mouth.
When he’s done, he pulls Jimin up on his legs and places the string back between his cheeks. The omega cringes, his hole sensitive. The alpha kisses his jaw and scents him a little before pulling his skirt down as well.
“I love these so much,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over the skirt.
“Why?” Jimin breathes out, holding on to the alpha’s shoulders to keep himself from falling. He’s still too weak in the knees.
The alpha looks up, smirking, and Jimin knows that whatever will come out of the alpha’s mouth will make him blush furiously.
“Easy access to your pussy.” Jimin slaps his chest and turns around but the alpha holds him fast to his chest, wrapping his arms around the omega’s middle. “That’s a plus,” Jungkook finishes his sentence. “I like them because you’re just too pretty in them. Makes me want to fall on my knees in front of you.”
Jimin smiles shyly, turning into Jungkook’s embrace to look up at the alpha.
“I wear them for you,” he whispers, brave enough to finally say it. Sure, he wears them for himself as well because he likes how he looks. But he also wears them for the alpha because he loves even more how Jungkook looks at him when he wears these tiny short skirts that barely hide his thighs.
The alpha bites his lip then pulls him in a hurried kiss.
“You little minx,” he groans while slapping Jimin’s ass, grabbing the omega’s cheek hungrily after. Jimin giggles and hides his face in the alpha’s chest. “If we stay here any longer I will make you choke on my cock,” the alpha groans. “We better leave.”
Jimin nods and pulls back to make sure he looks ok then they leave.
::
Jimin is close to a breakdown. He’s trembling, his omega beyond distressed.
His father’s eyes watch him from head to toe, his fists clenching when he sees the length of the skirt Jimin decided to wear today. It barely hides his ass, if he were to bend just slightly forward his cheeks would be visible. His father knows that as well without having to see it.
“W-why are you-“
“I knew this was a bad idea,” his father snaps harshly. A few students turn their way and Jimin almost faints because of the humiliation he feels.
“Father, please -“
“How many alphas did you whore yourself to?”
Jimin startles at his father’s crude words, he blushes deeply, shaking in anger and shame.
“How can you- I never-“
“Don’t you dare lie to me! You expect me to think you’re still pure? Dressed like that?!” He screams and tears start gathering in Jimin’s eyes.
“ Please lets -“
“If you want to be a whore then everyone should know. Why hide it? Is this why I fed you for so many years and agreed to let you get a higher education before mating? For you to stab me in the back like an ungrateful whore ?” He spits the word out with so much venom Jimin starts shaking.
He’s crying freely now, unable to think of a way out of this. His father shouldn’t be here today. He said he would visit in two days. Today Jimin was supposed to have a short study date with Jungkook in the library. He made himself all cute, dressed himself in all pink and white for the alpha, knowing Jungkook would appreciate the “innocent” look and find it amusing. Knew the alpha would enjoy fucking Jimin in the pink mini-skirt even more back in his apartment.
He steps forward to try and calm his father down but the second he lifts his hand up his father raises his as well. Jimin braces for the blow, not being a stranger to it. But it never comes. He opens his eyes and a cry almost rips out of him.
“What is the meaning of this?” Jungkook asks calmly, watching Jimin’s father. He keeps the other alpha’s hand in a tight grip, but he doesn’t look like it takes much power to do so. Even though he’s younger, Jungkook is obviously stronger than the older alpha.
His father jerks back until Jungkook frees his hand.
“Is this the alpha that tainted you?” He asks through his teeth.
Jungkook lifts one eyebrow up, looking bored, hands shifting to rest in the pockets of his dark jeans. Jimin begs him to keep quiet with his eyes but the alpha never listens anyway.
“And what if I am?” Jungkook asks casually, stepping between Jimin and his father. His body blocking Jimin from view completely.
Jimin inhales shakily and steps forward to grip the alpha’s forearm, letting him handle the situation. His omega knows they are safe now. His heart hurts, but he had anticipated that this moment would eventually come.
“I hope you know he became your responsibility the second you decided to taint him. He’s no son of mine anymore. I don’t care if he starves here.”
Jungkook grows tense, he takes a step forward but Jimin whispers his name and he stops.
“I will take better care of him than you ever did. He’s never been happier. You can leave.”
“You little mutt -“
“Leave!” Jimin snaps, his eyes closed. “ Please ,” he chokes out. “Please just leave.”
“Your mother will be so disappointed.”
It's all he says before he leaves and it breaks Jimin’s heart. He never wanted to disappoint his mother, not even his father. He just wanted to be himself. To find love and his mate at his own pace. To enjoy his life. He sobs, ugly fat tears falling down his cheeks.
Jungkook pulls him away from the front of the library, on the side of the building away from curious eyes and then he’s pulled in a tight embrace he knows too well.
Jungkook scents him out in the open, not caring about the people that might see them. Jimin clings to him, too weak to unclench his fists and let the alpha go.
“You’re mine, I told you before and I wasn’t joking.”
Jimin nods, not really understanding the weight of the alpha’s words.
He does so only a few months later when Jungkook graduates and asks for Jimin’s permission to court him. Jimin breaks down again, this time due to happiness.
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Four years later, after an intimate mating, Jimin trembles and smiles widely at Jungkook, dressed only in the alpha’s oversized shirt as he shows him the positive pregnancy test.
The alpha scoops him up, gazing at Jimin with a million stars in his eyes. He hides his head under the omega’s shirt, kissing his belly senseless until Jimin almost falls off from laughing too hard.
“I love you,” the alpha whispers against the mark on Jimin’s neck, claiming Jimin all over again with his cock for the third time that night.
“I love you, Alpha,” Jimin chokes out between tears, holding on to his alpha tightly, his heart threatening to burst from happiness.