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“So when are you finally going to ask him to be your boyfriend?”
Jimin’s eyes snap towards his hyung. His cousin was lounging on his bed like it was his home and not Jimin and Namjoon’s shared dorm. The alpha briefly glances towards his open door that’s directly opposite of Namjoon’s room, a spike of nervousness puffing in the air before Jimin realizes that Namjoon was still in his classes.
“What, hyung?” Jimin asks, picking up another leather jacket and trying it on himself in front of his mirror. “You know what this is. You heard him, you know this is just like a—a free trial.”
Both Seokjin and Jimin wince at his words. Out of all the things Namjoon could call it, why did he have to label it as such?
“Jimin, I hate to break it to you but a free trial only lasts like one or two dates.” Seokjin reminds him, eyeing his cousin with a pointed look. “You two just finished your seventh one, and you’re already going for your eighth tomorrow evening. Which you’re already preparing for a day ahead, like who are you? Who does that?”
Jimin sighs forlornly, splaying the leather jacket he planned to wear tomorrow over one of his table tops. “I…” He mumbles, walking over to take a seat right beside his cousin. “I didn’t even notice.”
Despite his teasing, Seokjin’s eyes couldn’t help but soften. “Jiminie,” He coos, throwing an arm over the alpha’s shoulders. “Why won’t you just tell Joonie?”
“Tell him what?” Jimin groans. Talking about feelings was so hard. “That I’ve been helplessly pining over him? And the one time he finally wanted to look for a partner, I had to greedily ruin that because I’m selfish and I didn’t want to see him with anybody else?”
Yikes. “No,” Seokjin says, already well acquainted with Jimin's side of the story. Being the recipient of far too many drunken rants of how his best friend will never love him back. “Well, I’m talking more about the part of you telling him about what you truly feel, and how long you’ve been feeling it now.”
Jimin makes a garbled noise at the back of his throat. The scent of pecan nuts turning a little rigid… almost antsy.
“I—I don’t know,” The alpha says. It’s not like he’s never thought about it. He did, actually. And none of the scenarios he came up with had a good ending. “I’ve honestly just been waiting for so long, I feel like I really don’t have to tell him and he’ll just feel it, you know.”
They both know that’s a gigantic lie. Jimin is just deflecting, because if Namjoon could feel it, then something should have long happened between them. But as it is, they’re both just like two water lilies wandering aimlessly in a dry river.
“While I would agree with you on matters like these,” Seokjin says, trying to be kind. “This is also Joonie we’re talking about. Yoongi once got wasted and drunk-called Namjoon just to tell him that he was absolutely in awe of his music and how he sees the world and how he’ll always be there to cheer for him no matter what, and the man just told Yoongi that he’s the best big brother he never had.”
Jimin winced. God, that must have hurt.
“Okay, so maybe I do have to say it.”
“Yes you do,” Seokjin reaffirms, squeezing Jimin’s shoulder tight. “What’s stopping you anyways?”
When Jimin truly ponders about it, he realizes that there is indeed nothing stopping him besides the demons inside his own head. Would it really be so bad? He couldn’t help but wonder.
At the very least, Jimin knows that if Namjoon rejects him, he’ll at least be kind about it. The alpha doesn’t even fear losing him, because what they currently have is stronger than any unrequited love. For goodness’ sake, they have a home together.
Jimin’s sheets itself had remnants of sweet watermelons, a result of a certain omega happily clinging into his arms almost every night despite having his own bed. Also a result of Jimin whining about how cold his sheets were, always wanting the most special person in his life close, even in his dreams.
When he looks to his nightstand, Jimin sees one of Namjoon’s grey sweaters that the alpha has taken for himself. Something that smells so distinctively of Namjoon, he couldn’t help but hoard it all for his own satisfaction. And he knows that if he were to look in Namjoon’s closet, Jimin’ll find more of his own clothes than the omega’s, because that’s just the way they are.
Jimin doesn’t even know where he ends or where Namjoon begins. Or better yet, maybe Namjoon’s been inside his heart for so long, they’ve long become one.
At the end of the day, Jimin knows that it’s better to finally come clean and just get it over with—to hell with rejections—instead of this never-ending pining that just filled their lives with a tremendous amount of angst.
“Nothing.” Jimin says, a newfound courage kindling in his veins. It’s best for him to know where he stands. In that way, he’ll know if he should make a further move on his omega best friend—give him the full version of Park Jimin—or to finally move on if that’s what Namjoon wants. “At least, I don’t want to stop it anymore.”
Seeing the brand new glimmer in Jimin’s eyes, Seokjin grins. “That’s the spirit.” He supportively says. “So by the time you come home tomorrow night, will I be expecting that neither of you will be single anymore?”
Oh Jimin hopes so. That’s the best case scenario.
“Yeah.” Jimin nods determinedly. “I think I’m really gonna do it, Jinnie.”
“Finally!” The elder beta exclaims with a proud grin, ruffling his little cousin’s hair. The pining of the century will finally reach its fruition. “Good for you two, losers. Finally ending everyone’s misery.”
Seokjin has full faith that everything is going to go perfectly fine, even better than okay. Because even the blind can see that Namjoon was just as smitten for Jimin, as much as how whipped the alpha was for his one and only beloved omega.
Nothing was arguably perfect, but Namjoon thinks this night could come close.
Having tried out so many dates by now, Jimin opted for something spontaneous. His idea? A late night drive by the outskirts of town. He found a secluded cliff somewhere down the road, and both he and Namjoon were sitting side by side, holding hands, content on stargazing with their convenience store snacks a meter away from them. A small bouquet of daisies Jimin got for him sitting right beside the pretty omega.
With both of them being broke college students, Jimin is almost sorry that this is the only thing he could afford. His big talk of giving Namjoon what he deserves and he takes him out on cheap dates like this. But Namjoon had only locked their hands together, looking at his alpha with a big dimpled grin, saying, “Are you kidding me, Minnie? You know how much I love the stars and knowing that it’s you who I’m spending time with—that you took time out of your day to be with me… Min, this is my definition of a best date.”
Jimin could feel his heart melting. Namjoon was never a liar, looking and sounding so sincere that Jimin couldn’t help but believe him. Still, one day, when he finally becomes a world-class dancer, one day he’ll take Namjoon out on the most lavish dates. To Paris, or New York, or even to the moon. Take the future biggest songwriter to anywhere he wants to go.
That is, if they’re finally together. Scratch that... when they’re finally together.
“Hyung, there’s something I want to tell you.”
Fueled by that desire to someday reach his dreams holding Namjoon’s hand—to celebrate his biggest triumphs the same way Namjoon always held him when he had his worst downfalls, Jimin dares to finally say it. In this quiet evening, with no one to judge, the alpha thinks it’s finally time.
“I—” He just didn’t expect Namjoon to have a word with him either. “I do, too, actually.”
“Really?” Jimin looks at him in wonder, squeezing their still interlaced fingers tight. “Then go ahead. You go first.”
Namjoon chews on his bottom lip. “Well, I,” He sighs, face looking slightly bothered that Jimin couldn’t help but worry over. “I talked to Yoongi the other day. He made me realize some things.”
“Mhmm, what did he say?”
“For one, he said I was being stupid.” Namjoon pouts so endearingly cute that the alpha couldn’t help but coo. “He told me that his crush on me was absolutely real and for a very short period of time, he wanted me to crush his face in between my pecs and squash him like a watermelon.”
Jimin didn’t have the heart to tell him that Yoongi still wanted that until now while he knew Seokjin would absolutely love to watch. But instead, all Jimin says is, “Go on.”
“And he—he also told me to open my eyes. To be honest, especially with myself and with you.” Namjoon proceeds, eyes looking up at the starry sky. “So I guess I’m going to do it right now.”
For whatever reason, that’s when Jimin’s heartbeat began to quicken. “O-kay.” He mumbles nervously, a little queasy over the stricken look on Namjoon’s face. “What is it then?”
The omega remains silent for a while, seemingly gathering his thoughts. Jimin doesn’t push or anything, knowing that Namjoon likes to take his time in finding the right words to say.
“Minnie,” Namjoon inhales, finally looking the alpha in the eye. “I don’t want to date you like this anymore.”
Jimin just wasn’t prepared for those exact words to fall out of his lips. At all.
“Oh.”
His hand falls limp, immediately wanting to break out of contact with the omega’s hand. But Namjoon didn’t let him go, even daring to hold it tighter while he scooted closer. Jimin wanted to run, wanted some air to breathe because his lungs suddenly felt burned-out. Every inch of his body felt absolutely lethargic. He wonders if Namjoon finally found someone worth dating for real—someone worth leaving him for and Jimin just wanted to cry.
But before his eyes could even water, Namjoon tenderly cups his face.
“Hey, wait,” He calls for the alpha who’s now adamantly avoiding his gaze. “You didn’t let me finish.”
Jimin shakes his head, unsure if he could look Namjoon in the eye and let the omega see how his heart and soul was physically breaking. How just one sentence of his made the alpha fall apart.
“No i-it’s okay, I get it. Of course, you—you want to try dating others, right?” Jimin croaks out, his throat feeling simultaneously wet and scratchy. “S-Sorry, I forgot that this was just a free trial or something and I’m not meant to keep you forever, a-and that’s my mistake.”
Jimin looked so devastated that Namjoon couldn’t help but frown. The alpha was putting words in his mouth, and he hated the way Jimin’s long and pretty lashes began to glisten with unshed tears because of him.
Someone so beautiful shouldn’t look so sad.
“But that’s the thing, Minnie. I don’t—I don’t want the free trial anymore,” Namjoon tries to amend, holding Jimin’s face closer even if the alpha was still looking down to the ground. “I want the full version now.”
“What?” Jimin’s eyes snap towards the omega’s face, painstakingly bewildered.
Namjoon squeezes their hands once. “When you told me that you wanted to try dating me, god knows how happy I was. I kept on thinking wow, the man I’ve always been in love with finally seeing me as someone he wanted to be with?” Namjoon pauses, it was his turn to look down. “I almost jumped in joy at that restaurant two months ago.”
For the second time that evening, Namjoon manages to knock the breath out of Jimin’s lungs. But this time, for a reason so exhilarating that Jimin almost can't believe that he heard him right. “Joon.”
The man I’ve always been in love with… what?
Cheeks burning, Namjoon continues to explain, unable to look Jimin in the eye as his hand falls to his lap. “But then you said that you just want to show me what I deserve as my best friend and I get that, but I still felt a little hurt. So I said something stupid to protect my heart. Which is the uhm… uh…”
“Free trial.” Jimin finishes for him, gently tipping Namjoon’s chin up to get the omega to look at him. He never knew that from the night sky, the stars finally found a new home in Namjoon’s eyes.
“Yeah, the free trial.” Namjoon whispers, eyes bursting with shyness, affection, trust, and just so much love, Jimin wanted to kiss him then and there. But Namjoon still had a lot of things to say. “It’s stupid because right from the very start, I was more than ready to pay for the full version. But I said, you know what, I can’t be greedy. If this is all Jimin can give me, then I’ll take it. At some point I felt like I was taking advantage of your kindness, but I just couldn’t stop myself, you know.”
Oh, Jimin understands. “Yeah, I get it.” He felt the exact same way after all, and now, he almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous they both were.
“I’ve always wanted you for so long—always loved you so much.” Namjoon admits, so shy yet so profound. “I’m in no way judging you for your past decisions, but I was so jealous of all the omegas and betas you’ve dated, and I told myself that if you’ll never want me, then I’ll have to make peace with that. But then you—all of a sudden, you said you wanted to date me.”
He pauses, and Jimin only encourages him to finish his hanging sentence by cupping his cheeks. Seeing Jimin smile at him as he confesses gives Namjoon that final boost.
“You told me you wanted to show me what I deserve, but for our past seven dates, Minnie, you became my standard. I kept on thinking, where on earth will I ever find someone who’ll treat me like you do? Who in this world could make me feel as special as how you made me feel?” Namjoon exhales heavily, a small pause. “But then I realized that I didn’t have to, nor did I want to, look any further. Because I already had you.”
Jimin’s eyes water. “Baby.”
Beyond his alpha leaping in joy at finally being seen as someone worthy by the only omega he’s ever loved, Jimin’s heart and mind sings at the thought of being loved by Namjoon. Holding the most precious heart in the universe is an honor Jimin swore he’ll never ever take for granted.
“You were more than what I deserved, but I still want to try to be the best for you—to treat you like the way you’ve treated me. And to just… make you feel as loved as much as you made me feel loved.” Namjoon says, determined. To hell if he was an omega, if it took courting his alpha to show Jimin how much he loved him, then so be it. “So now, I’m also here to tell you that I want to date you for real, Jiminie. No more play pretend—no more hiding behind false pretenses.” He inhales, eyes fluttering shut before they open with all the love Namjoon’s modest heart could offer. “I-If you’ll have me, my Minnie Min-Min, I want to take you out on a real date.”
“Oh Joonie,” Jimin chokes out, heart pounding so rapidly. His mouth falls agape, yearning to say a million words at all once. But instead, all he comes up with is, “Fuck, I love you.”
Namjoon’s eyes are blown wide. “What?” He asks, tone full of disbelief as if he imagined every single scenario in his head after he confessed and none of them ended with Jimin actually loving him back. “You do?!”
The alpha almost wanted to laugh, how can anyone meet Namjoon and not fall in love with him? But then Jimin remembered that he just ranted to Seokjin about the same thing yesterday. That he, too, once believed that Namjoon can never return his love.
So instead, Jimin just smiles. So truly, madly, deeply in love that the mildly chilly night could do nothing to dwindle the fire in his heart.
“Yoongi was right, you were a little stupid.” He teases, chuckling at the small ‘hey!’ Namjoon yelped out. “But it’s okay because I love you and I’ve wanted to date you for ages, but you said that you wanted to finish college first and so I was just lurking around, waiting. I’m sorry if I made you think I wouldn’t want you, but I… I want you to know that I have never loved anyone else as much as I love you.”
He internally berates himself for bringing all those people back to their dorm. People whom Jimin only used as a band-aid to cover up the bullet hole that the thought of his best friend never returning his feelings left behind. Oh how Namjoon’s heart must have hurt for people whose names Jimin doesn’t even remember anymore. Never again, he swore. From this day forward, it’s only going to be Namjoon alone. Forever.
“Oh Minnie,” Namjoon gently bumps their foreheads together. “I’m so sorry, I never knew. I—I was waiting for you, too. God I’m so dumb.”
“We were both a little stupid,” Jimin rectifies, and now he understand why both Seokjin and Yoongi were just so fed up with them. “But I’m glad the free trial worked.”
Remembering what he dared to call this whole thing, Namjoon chuckles, a little apologetic. “It did.” But then again, it did its job, didn’t it? That’s all that matters. “So what do you say, will you date me then?”
“Nah,” Jimin suddenly answers, grinning wide as he brushes their noses together. “I want to ask you something better.”
Namjoon smiles back. “Shoot.”
“Joonie,” Jimin lets go of their intertwined hands just so he can cup both of Namjoon’s cheeks, thumbing on the prettiest moon craters God has ever dented on the surface of the earth. “Will you be my boyfriend instead?”
Namjoon suddenly preened so hard, his eyes crinkled away like a koala, and Jimin is just so fucking in love.
“You don’t even have to ask, Minnie.” Namjoon whispers against his lips, every word mingling with Jimin’s breath. He moves closer, and closer, and closer. Jimin meets him halfway. “Of course, I will be. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Once and for all, Jimin finally does that thing he’s been dreaming of ever since he met Namjoon in high school. His best friend, the only omega he’s ever loved like this. His roommate, and the person he made a marriage pact with all those years ago.
He finally kisses Namjoon.
Kissing Namjoon is both everything and not at all what he expected. He knew Namjoon’s mouth would feel perfect against his, knew that despite being slightly chapped, the omega’s lips would smoothly move against his own plush pout as if that is where it always belonged. But at the same time, Jimin had no idea that kissing Namjoon would feel so liberating. As if every single emotion that the alpha has tried locking inside his heart for ages is finally set free, all for Namjoon to take, and take, and take, then give back.
Their kiss remained chaste for a while, before Jimin tilted his head and pulled Namjoon closer by his nape, biting down a little bit harshly on his bottom lip. The alpha wasted no time slipping his tongue inside the omega’s mouth when Namjoon gasped, marvelling at the taste of Jimin who’s also eagerly sucking on his tongue.
Soon, the need to part became an urgent necessity, not just because they needed to breathe, but because Jimin wanted to say, “Hey,” He breathed out, still close enough that every move of his mouth brushed against Namjoon’s lips. “I love you.”
Namjoon smiled, all dimply and wide and so captivated. “I love you more.”
“I love you more than more.”
“I love you the most.”
They both giggled. They never knew that they would be that type of couple. But oh well, Seokjin and Yoongi better be ready to suck it up and live with them being this utterly cheesy from now on. Besides, this is their own payback for the honeymoon phase their two hyungs once subjected them both to.
They kiss again, and again, and again. They could have been there for minutes or hours or even days, just not-so-innocently making out on some isolated cliffside, with Namjoon almost sitting on Jimin’s lap. Neither of them could care though, not when everything they have ever wanted is right there in between their arms.
“Hey baby, would you allow me to show how much I truly love you, hmm?”
Jimin didn’t mean to sound so desperate—so eager. But Namjoon has been making these cute little sounds that went straight to Jimin’s cock, especially with the way the omega moved against his lap, subconsciously brushing their crotches together.
“I know I’m supposed to say that we should wait until the third date, but we’re already on date number eight,” Namjoon responds, eyes equally as lidded. Dare Jimin even say, heated. Besides, eight dates are only the official free trial count. If they were to include all the dates they’ve been in since high school, it’ll long surpass the grey hairs in both Seokjin and Yoongi’s head as a result of listening to both their endless rants, combined. “Take me wherever you want, Minnie.”
Jimin smirks as he hoists Namjoon up, the omega gasping as Jimin literally carries a man twice his size with absolute ease. The omega’s long legs automatically wrap around his hips. “With pleasure.”
There’s no need to play coy. Both of them have waited far too long now; they’ve both wasted so much time. They already trust and love each other, so where’s the harm in having more?
Jimin deposits Namjoon into the back of his car. It’s not that big, but it has enough room for them to lay on the back seat, with Jimin hovering above the omega. He would drive them home if he could, but Jimin calculated them being about an hour away from their dorm and he has absolutely no more patience for that.
He wants Namjoon, and he wants him now.
Thankfully, by the looks of it, Namjoon was on the exact same page.
“Minnie,” The omega gasped when Jimin’s lips sank lower down to his neck. The alpha was being very generous with the marks he’s leaving, wanting the whole world to know that this beautiful omega was his and his alone. “Ah baby…”
The sweet scent of watermelons smelling desperately turned on fills Jimin’s car. It blends seamlessly well with the scent of pecan nuts that was equally as hungry. Jimin couldn’t help but moan as every one of his senses gets evaded by Namjoon, hips grinding down on the omega with obvious intent.
“So, so pretty…” Jimin mumbles, sucking a mark right above his scent gland. “You’re so gorgeous, omega. God, I love you so much.”
The sincerity in Jimin’s voice makes Namjoon’s eyes flutter. He groans, Jimin responding back with a low growl. “A-Alpha, shit, Minnie, I want your knot—” Momentarily stunned at how blunt Namjoon was, Jimin pulls back from his neck. “—but I don’t want i-it to be in here…”
Understanding immediately floods into Jimin’s eyes despite the hanging sentence. He bends down to place a chaste kiss on Namjoon’s lips, soothing his worries.
“I get it, baby. I want our first time to be special, too.” He says, pecking the omega’s dimples. God, I have that privilege now. “I won’t knot you on the back of my car. Let me do that after we get home, okay? But I just—I want to taste you first, Joonie. May I?”
As desperate as he was, Jimin knew it wouldn’t be a good wedding story if the first time he knotted his omega was on the back seat of his car instead of a proper bed, just because his brain was too horny for a slicked up hole. Namjoon deserves much, much better than that.
(Jimin almost giggled though. Wedding. Right, this is the omega he’s going to marry someday.)
“I—okay, alpha,” Namjoon breathes out heavily, “Okay, Minnie. G-Go ahead. You can do whatever you want.”
Feeling like he was just given the key to the biggest cookie cabinet, Jimin grins. “Oh don’t mind if I do.”
In one fluid motion, Jimin flips Namjoon to his stomach, taking the omega by surprise. Tonight, his best friend was adorning ripped jeans and black plain boxers that Jimin easily pulled down to expose his cheeky ass after asking for verbal consent. For the past two years, Namjoon has been frequenting the gym as a means to destress from the mental taxations of his course, and god, those squats are definitely paying off.
“So, so pretty,” Jimin groans, lightly spanking the omega’s ass to which Namjoon responds with a moan. He does it again, spanking his asscheeks about five more times, just to hear the way Namjoon squealed in delight. He loved seeing the handprints forming on the omega’s flawless skin, marking him for only one alpha alone. “Mine.”
Without any warning, Jimin shoves his face down to Namjoon’s ass. His rim is already pooling with wetness thanks to their intense make-out session. Jimin laps it all up without any inhibitions, delighting in the way Namjoon moans high and strung-up, his thighs twitching as the alpha greedily drinks up his slick.
“So fucking good, omega. You taste so fucking good.” Jimin spanks his ass again, pressing his tongue flat against the omega’s hole. His plump lips enclose around the pink and pretty rim, sucking up the wetness that tastes just like Namjoon’s scent—sweet and ripe watermelons.
“Ah, a—alpha, fuck, Minnie!” Namjoon cries out, tears forming in his eyes as he feels Jimin start to tongue fuck his hole, the wet muscle sliding against his slicked up walls. “Shit, alpha, you’re gonna—I’m gonna—”
Namjoon was so cute, Jimin concludes. From eating his ass alone, the omega already let out such pretty sounds. He can’t wait until he’s fucking him with his knot, spearing his cock inside of this glorious ass until Namjoon’s completely fucked dumb. Preferably tonight.
But for now, Jimin shows him absolutely no mercy as he alternates between sucking on Namjoon’s rim and using his tongue to push past that tight hole over and over again. For a while, nothing but the squelch of Jimin’s sucks and laps mixed in with Namjoon’s erotic groans filled his car.
Jimin’s glad they’re somehow far away from human civilization, because if not, he’s sure that by now, everyone would know why his car was rocking back and forth thanks to Namjoon basically riding his alpha’s tongue to get off.
“Min, Min, Minnie, M-Min—” Namjoon started yelling, and from the way his thighs trembled and his hole clenched around Jimin’s tongue, the alpha knew exactly what’s going to happen next. “M’gonna, p-please, I’m gonna—”
“Go ahead, beautiful,” Jimin groans against his ass, timing another spank as he licks a long line from his balls up to his rim. “Be good for alpha. I wanna see you come.”
To push him even further, Jimin inserts just one small chubby finger inside the omega’s hole, and when he dares to pair it with another harsh suck to his rim… that’s all Namjoon needed to come undone.
He groans long and hard, his hard cock basically coming untouched as Jimin continues lapping at his hole even when he’s already clenching around his fingers so tightly Namjoon’s not sure it’s even humanly possible.
White spurts out from his cute little cock, soiling the alpha’s leather seats with his release. Jimin couldn’t care less though. It pleases him in some way, to know that his omega has left his mark in his property. Jimin likes the fact that he was his as much as Namjoon was his omega.
“So good for me, angel. You look so good.” Jimin finally detaches his lips from his ass when Namjoon begins whining in oversensitivity. When he stands up, he looks down to see his ignored cock standing hard inside his own jeans. Just seeing Namjoon reach the brink of pleasure already has him leaking. “Such a good omega, coming when alpha tells him to.”
The praise shoots straight to Namjoon’s muddled brain. He flips on his back and makes grabby hands for Jimin, puckering his lips. Chuckling at how adorable his teddy bear was, Jimin bends down and kisses him, falling right on top of his chest.
“Alpha,” Namjoon suddenly whines. “You’re hard.”
Jimin supposes he is. “Yeah, want to help me, baby?”
“Yes,” Namjoon nods, eager to please. Eyes wide and sparkling. “What do you want me to do?”
Cooing, Jimin kisses him one more time before he unzips his own pants. It isn’t Namjoon’s first time seeing him naked, they were roommates after all, but seeing it all hard and red and leaking… Namjoon couldn’t help but salivate.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Namjoon asks, already shifting his body. But Jimin pushes him back down.
“Later,” The alpha says, trying not to sound desperate as he palms his aching cock. “Just give me a hand, baby.”
Namjoon all but gathers his slick into his palm and the alpha hisses when Namjoon’s hand wraps around half of his cock, still too big despite the omega’s larger palm. The slide is made easier—more pleasurable, too. The omega couldn’t help but moan just thinking of this huge cock going inside his ass later, knotting him until he’s filled to the brim with Jimin’s cum.
“Alpha,” Namjoon kissed him hard, his hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm, slowly but surely quickening the more Jimin’s pants grew heavier. “Come on, want your cum. You can cum on me, Minnie.”
Jimin groans loudly, teeth clanking together as he thought of painting the omega’s golden skin with streaks of white. He interlaces their free hands together, while Jimin wraps his other hand around Namjoon’s fingers that’s frantically pumping his cock. He helps him push him closer, even scooping up more of his slick to make the slide easier.
When Jimin’s back began to arch, body twitching helplessly, Namjoon pumped his cock as fast as he could. The tip of his cock spurting out heavy drops of precum that mixed in with his slick. He captures the alpha’s lips in a fiery kiss, and less than a minute later, Jimin is spilling onto Namjoon’s hands with a loud and earth-shattering groan.
Being pleasured has never felt so heavenly before. Jimin almost felt stupid, thinking he could find solace with other omegas as he pined for Namjoon. Now, he was ruined for anybody else, and Namjoon ought to take his knot.
He’s so, so gone.
“Fuck, I love you,” Jimin grits out, slumping over Namjoon’s body the moment his vision cleared out, and he no longer saw the angels singing, but just his own dimpled angel smiling at him instead. “You’re so perfect, Joonie. I love you so much.”
Namjoon’s smile gets bigger. “Would you still love me though if I did this?”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow in question, but Namjoon only winks at him as he lifts his cum stained hand up to his lips, licking his fingers clean of Jimin’s release. The alpha couldn’t help but groan, his spent cock twitching pathetically as Namjoon ate his cum from his hand.
“Oh you are insane,” Jimin curses, before crashing their lips together fiercely, barely giving two shits that he could taste his own cum inside Namjoon’s mouth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Joonie.”
Namjoon giggles, pleased and sweet. “Don’t you dare die on me, Minnie. I barely got the full version. I wouldn’t know where to get a refund if you suddenly leave.”
Jimin bursts out into laughter, heart filled with pure bliss. “You are so silly,” He says, kissing him again and again and again, until both their lips are swollen and red. “You never have to worry about me leaving, baby. I’ll be here for as long as you want me.”
“Great!” Namjoon exclaims, wrapping his arms around his one and only best friend, and now, lover. “I’m keeping you for the rest of my life then.”
Heart warm, Jimin’s lips pull into the biggest smile. Staying with Namjoon—his best friend and boyfriend—for eternity sounds like a promise he can absolutely roll with. There’s nothing else he could ever want. Everything his heart has ever desired for is already here hiding shyly against his neck.
“I love you, Joonie.” Jimin tilts his face up, kissing Namjoon one more time for good measure. Before giddily remembering that he gets to this for a long, long time. “You’re my baby, and I love you so much. And I’m already beating you now because I love you the most.”
At that moment, Namjoon hopes that a shooting star passes by their night sky. Granting him this one wish for the rest of their lives. If not, then Namjoon hopes someone is listening, because all he’s asking for is something so simple,
To be happy with Jimin until their very last breath.
“I love you, too, Minnie. But sorry, I still win because I love you more than most. I love you more than love, baby.”
FIN.