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“Jungkook, you’re going to suffocate me,” Jimin grunts out as he pushes his boyfriend off of him.

Jungkook, like any newly presented alpha and loving boyfriend, is very affectionate and likes to lie on Jimin whenever they’re cuddling. Three years into their relationship, it’s something that Jimin’s gotten used to; except it used to be easier to support Jungkook’s weight when he was still a scrawny unpresented wolf. Jungkook only presented four months ago; he’s gained a lot of muscles since then, which Jimin almost never complains about because there’s a lot of perks of having a muscular boyfriend, like making him do all the heavy lifting and asking for piggybacks everywhere they go; but when he’s being crushed under a big pile of alpha, Jimin can’t help but complain.

“Why?” Jungkook whines as he cuddles up to his side, throwing a leg over his thighs and one arm over his waist. They’re supposed to be having an Avengers marathon but as usual when they find themselves in bed, they can’t help but distract themselves with cuddles and kisses.

“You’re too heavy.” Jimin tangles his fingers into Jungkook’s hair. It has grown a lot these past few months, so much that it often falls into his eyes. Jimin once made a passing comment about how handsome he looks with long hair and Jungkook decided to keep it that way.

“I’m not that heavy.” Jungkook shrugs. He buries his nose in Jimin’s scent gland, scenting him until the smell of dark chocolate replaces the smell of strawberries.

Compared to Jimin’s smaller body, Jungkook is that heavy. Jimin presented as an omega two years ago just when he turned eighteen; he hasn’t grown much ever since, not like Jungkook has, at least. Jungkook gained a few inches on Jimin and got a lot broader as well. It’s a strange process, seeing his boyfriend go from a normal eighteen-year-old to a full-blown alpha.

Jungkook’s face became sharper, he gained a lot of muscles and his faint chocolate scent turned into the strong and bitter scent of dark chocolate. All these changes were overwhelming for Jimin’s omega; it took a while for him to learn to reign himself in around Jungkook whose scent used to send his omega into a frenzy. He often had to find an excuse to put some distance between them because his body used to react in a very obvious way.

Needless to say that Jimin’s omega is attracted to Jungkook’s alpha. When their wolves were still dormant, they only had to worry about were their human side; they had no idea that presenting would be so intense for both of them. Four months into Jungkook’s presenting,  they’re doing pretty well. There was a lot to take in when they first started to live together; their mixed scents used to trigger all sorts of wolf instincts like the sudden need to mate and nest. However, they quickly learned to find comfort in sharing a place together.

“It’s cute that you don’t realize how big you’ve become,” Jimin says as rolls a strand of Jungkook’s hair around his finger. “You’re like those overgrown puppies who want to sit on people’s laps even though they’re big and heavy.”

Jungkook frowns at him; he looks adorable with his big nose and pouty lips. The way he grew into his features makes him look older, although he’s still young in Jimin’s eyes. 

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, “I’m not a puppy.”

Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck as he kisses the tip of his nose. “You’re my puppy.”

Jungkook looks irked when he leans on his forearm to stare at Jimin. “I’m your alpha.”

“Cute,” Jimin says as he pokes the tip of Jungkook’s nose. Jungkook takes his hand to bite the tip of his finger. “Ow!” Jimin swats at his shoulder.

“Stop calling me cute.” Jungkook tickles Jimin’s sides, making him yelp and squirm as he tries to push him away. His attempts are in vain because Jungkook is a lot stronger than he is.

“Jungkook, stop!” Jimin whines in between giggles but Jungkook doesn’t listen. “Fine, fine!” he quickly surrenders.

This time, Jungkook doesn’t try to break out of his hold when Jimin grabs his wrists. It takes Jimin a second to catch his breath. Jungkook smiles, looking at him with fond eyes.

“You’re my alpha,” Jimin mutters. He intertwines their fingers together and kisses Jungkook’s knuckles. “Better?”


“It doesn’t change the fact that you need to be mindful of your omega. You’re going to crush me one day.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and groans as he brings their foreheads together. For a split second, his scent turns spicy and it’s enough to make Jimin’s head spin.

“I love it when you say that,” Jungkook whispers, hot breath fanning over Jimin’s lips. 


“I love it when you call yourself my omega.”

Jimin chuckles, although he loves Jungkook’s reaction. “You talk like such an alpha sometimes.”

Jungkook catches Jimin’s hip in a tight grip and kisses him. A surprised squeal escapes Jimin’s mouth; the kiss is harder than Jimin expects; it doesn’t take him long to realize it’s Jungkook’s way to assert dominance. He finds it amusing, mostly because it’s so unlike Jungkook who’s a lot more gentle than his alpha allows him to be. He always apologizes when he gets too rough which is why Jimin never holds it against him.

Presenting means that, more often than not, their animal instincts take over. 

Jungkook’s alpha is always quick to take control whenever Jimin teases him, which is a futile attempt at showing him who’s in command. His omega makes Jimin clingier and needier than he usually is. He seeks comfort from his alpha during difficult times and finds joy in taking care of other people. His neediness can sometimes be embarrassing, especially if it manifests in public; there’s not much Jimin can do to evade it so he understands when Jungkook loses control.

Jungkook’s spurs of possessiveness and dominance usually stir up all kinds of reactions in Jimin; like making him feel a little too hot or, sometimes, making him so aroused that he starts getting wet.

Like now, his heart leaps in his chest when Jungkook bites on his bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside of his mouth. Jimin pulls Jungkook closer by the neck and hums happily when their tongues meet. Jungkook’s fervor takes his breath away and makes his omega preen. Jungkook’s fingers slide under the hem of his shirt to dig into his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Jimin doesn’t know how to react when things get heated; they’ve never had sex before so they can’t simply undress each other and start making love. They haven’t talked about it either; not because of their lack of interest but because taking that important step in their relationship is quite nerve-wracking.

The only time they’ve mentioned having sex together was right before Jimin’s first heat. Jungkook brought it up first, which is ironic since he’s the shyest one of the two when it comes to that topic; he wanted to help Jimin through his heat because heats are harder on omegas without an alpha. Jimin refused; he didn’t want their first time to happen during one of his heats since omegas are always out of it and can barely remember what happens after it’s over. Jimin wants their first time to be a special moment he will remember forever.

When Jungkook had his first rut they didn’t have to talk about it to know where they stood. Like Jimin, Jungkook spent his rut on his own, and Jimin realized then just how difficult it was to be away from Jungkook during such an important moment. His omega was agitated; on most nights he cried himself to sleep because he was yearning for his alpha. It was hard knowing Jungkook was in pain and he wasn’t there to take care of him.

Despite the fact they haven’t talked about having sex ever since, it’s getting harder to ignore their wolves’ needs. It’s obvious they want each other; their scents are a clear giveaway, but Jimin suspects Jungkook of not wanting to pressure him. They break apart when things start to get heated, and then they pretend like nothing happened.

Jimin hasn’t tried to make a move because, while the idea of being one with Jungkook in the most intimate way makes his heart race, the idea of taking a knot is scary. Judging from the changes in Jungkook’s body, it’s easy to guess that every part of him has grown., including his penis, which makes it even scarier. Despite the nervousness that never leaves his mind when he thinks about sex, Jimin has never felt more ready to take things further than recently.

Jimin moans when Jungkook sucks on his tongue as he moves one of his thighs in between his legs. Lying halfway on top of him, Jungkook feels heavy on Jimin’s body. Jimin reciprocates the kiss with the same passion, tilting his head to deepen it. His heart leaps when Jungkook rolls his hips down; it’s almost imperceptible but Jimin is so attuned to Jungkook that he notices it.

Jimin feels both excited and nervous; it probably shows in his scent because Jungkook pulls back with a concerned look on his face. Jimin chases after his lips, hooks one of his legs around the back of his thigh and then he feels it; Jungkook’s cock twitches against Jimin’s hip and it sends a wave of arousal straight to Jimin’s abdomen.

In seconds, Jungkook trips on the covers and almost faceplants as he leaps out of bed with a wild look on his face. Jimin sits up to lean against the headboard. He feels much colder now that Jungkook is gone but there’s a fire simmering under his skin.

Jungkook clears his throat and says, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Right now?” Jimin asks, quirking an eyebrow. He knows that Jungkook is running away and he’s kind of disappointed that he didn’t even try to take things further.

“Yep!” Jungkook exclaims as he bolts out of the room, awkwardly waving at Jimin.

Jimin throws his head back against the headboard and lets out a frustrated groan. It doesn’t matter how many times Jungkook runs away, the sexual tension is still there and it’s getting harder to ignore.

Jimin is going to have to find the courage to speak to Jungkook if he wants to get laid because Jungkook definitely isn’t going to make the first move.


Jimin has been at the gym for half an hour and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Jungkook once.

They come here to work out at least four times a week and even though Jimin can’t gain much muscle since he presented, he still likes to keep in shape; it’s also a nice way to spend time with Jungkook after class.

Unlike Jimin, Jungkook’s work out sessions are beneficial and Jimin can see it as clear as day through the sweaty t-shirt he’s wearing. He can see the defined abs, the broad chest and even broader shoulders; his eyes follow the droplets of sweat dripping down his neck until it disappears under the collar of his t-shirt. He can even see the shape of Jungkook’s nipples which, oddly enough, makes his mouth water. Jungkook is doing chest presses which makes the veins on his arms all the more prominent; the way his biceps flex is hypnotizing.

Jimin doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s supposed to stretch but he’s been sitting on a mat gawking at Jungkook for the past ten minutes. Jungkook is completely clueless; he hasn’t spared Jimin a glance since he started exercising and for some reason, his accidental indifference turns Jimin on.

All the heavy lifting machines sit in this particular area of the gym which means there are a lot of strong and muscular alphas, but Jimin only wants attention from one of them.

He feels warm all over and it has nothing to do with his workout session.

He’s not doing a good job at controlling his scent; it’s obvious he’s getting worked up which is totally inappropriate for such a public place, especially considering there are so many alphas around. If he attracts too much attention, Jungkook will get territorial which can be dangerous since Jungkook still doesn’t know how to control his anger. Jimin would hate to cause an alpha bloodbath just because he can’t control his strength kink.

The first time he realized he had a thing for Jungkook’s strength was a month into Jungkook’s presenting. It was 2 AM on a Saturday; they were walking home from a party because they didn’t have enough money to pay for a taxi and none of them has a car. Jimin’s feet were hurting; he couldn’t stop complaining about it.

Jungkook had endured it with his usual selflessness until he couldn’t take Jimin’s whining anymore; he took him in his arms bridal style, held him for the rest of their walk home and didn’t even break a sweat. Jimin had then complained that he was too heavy and demanded to be put down but Jungkook just told him to shut up and that he weighed nothing.

Jimin spent the rest of the way home staring at Jungkook’s biceps, trying to tame the arousal churning in the pit of his stomach.

Jimin wonders if alpha strength is just something that appeals to omegas in general or if it’s just a Jimin thing.

Jimin is lost in his thoughts; his scent turns sweeter as he thinks about all the ways Jungkook could put his strength to better use when he’s interrupted by someone clearing their throat. He blushes when he turns to the omega sitting on the mat next to him; she’s side-eyeing him. Jimin bows in apology. 

The main new addition to Jimin’s biology is pheromones. His omega often releases them without his permission, mainly to attract Jungkook’s attention when he feels needy or when he gets horny, although he does it unconsciously like right now. Jungkook is too far away to smell them but it attracts the attention of some alphas. Jimin glares at them until they look away. 

Jimin needs a new distraction. He stands up, takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart and tries his best to tame his stupid pheromones. He looks around the gym until he spots a pull-up bar on the other side of the room. He refuses to spare Jungkook a glance when he walks past him but Jungkook does the complete opposite; he watches him like a hawk the way he always does whenever Jimin goes anywhere. Having Jungkook’s full attention makes Jimin feel both giddy and nervous. Jimin stops in front of the pull-up bar and looks up; it’s not that high, he can easily reach it if he jumps. 

His mind is still blurry with images of a sweaty Jungkook; his arousal can’t seem to die down. His scent is still filled with pheromones and he wonders if Jungkook has noticed yet. He fights the urge to look over his shoulder to check if Jungkook is still watching him; the thought is enough to make his omega preen.

Jimin feels like he’s seventeen all over again, feeling elated every time he catches Jungkook’s attention. Courting Jungkook wasn’t difficult because their chemistry was obvious from the start; Jungkook quickly took an interest when Jimin started to flirt with him. It took them two months to start officially dating and two more to fall head over heels in love with each other. They’ve been together ever since. Jungkook is already his, there’s no point in seducing him, but the way Jimin’s omega is trying to coax a reaction out of Jungkook is a direct response to their unresolved sexual tension.

It’s getting harder to ignore.

Jimin may be scared of taking a knot but he still fantasizes about Jungkook. It was easier when Jimin lived on his own; whenever he had wet dreams, he didn’t have to hide in the bathroom or to wait for Jungkook not to be home to take care of it. He thinks about Jungkook touching him, mapping out his body with his mouth and fucking him nice and gentle. Most of the time when Jimin jerks off or fingers himself, he’s frustrated; Jungkook should be taking care of him but he hasn’t shown any interest in having sex with him outside of Jimin’s heat or his own rut. 

Well, he hasn’t explicitly shown his interest, but his scent says differently. It’s obvious when they make out; Jungkook’s scent turns spicy and he becomes assertive; when he slides his hands underneath Jimin’s shirt or leaves hickeys on his neck. Every time Jungkook runs away, Jimin regrets not asking what he’s scared of.

Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, mind wandering to the number of assignments waiting for him at home to distract himself from Jungkook related thoughts. When he opens his eyes and wipes his sweaty palms on his sweatpants, he feels a little more relaxed.

He lifts his arms up and prepares to jump when he feels two strong arms around his thighs, then he’s being lifted into the air. Jimin yelps and grabs the pull-up bar; when he looks over his shoulder he meets Jungkook’s eyes.

“You good?” Jungkook asks, smiling up at him.

Jimin’s body immediately reacts to Jungkook’s presence; his scent turns sweet like candy, heat pools in the pit of his stomach and a whine gets stuck in his throat. Jimin’s omega is delighted by the fact he attracted his alpha’s attention but Jimin wants to disappear when he feels slick pooling at his hole.

Jimin looks away, face burning with embarrassment. It’s dumb; he shouldn’t be getting turned on by something as simple as being lifted by his boyfriend. The way Jungkook’s scent turns spicy just makes things worst; Jimin can’t tell if it’s some kind of pheromones or just his usual scent but it’s clouding all of his senses.

There’s no way Jungkook hasn’t noticed him getting wet because his face is so close to his ass. It wouldn’t be as mortifying if they were in the privacy of their own home but Jimin can tell some people are looking at them.

“I’m fine,” Jimin says between gritted teeth. His hold on the pull-up bar is so tight his knuckles are white. “You can let go.”

Jungkook doesn’t go far; he simply takes a step backward. Jimin is certain Jungkook’s eyes are fixated on him and it’s making him feel conflicted. On one hand, he loves having Jungkook’s undivided attention, on the other hand, he needs space to compose himself.

Jimin crosses his legs at his ankles and focuses on doing his pull-ups. He gives up after the fifth one; he wasn’t even supposed to do pull-ups anyway. When he lets go of the bar, he lands on his feet gracefully and turns to face Jungkook. He’s taken aback by the heat in Jungkook’s eyes; he freezes like prey caught in a predator’s trap.

Jungkook’s hair is sticking to his forehead, his t-shirt clings to his defined chest and his eyebrows are on full display. He looks both incredible and dangerous which turns Jimin on even more.

“What?” Jimin mumbles, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. 

Jungkook blinks at him and his cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and looks around, noticing the curious eyes of some alphas. He scratches the back of his head and is too embarrassed to meet Jimin’s eyes.

“Nothing,” Jungkook says, shrugging. “Good job.” He gives him an awkward thumbs up that makes Jimin laugh.

“Are you done working out?” Jimin asks as takes a step toward Jungkook. His legs are shaky and he still feels on edge. Jungkook’s scent has died down but up this close, it makes Jimin dizzy.

“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes out, eyes fixated on Jimin’s face.

“Then, let’s hit the showers and go home.” Jimin takes Jungkook’s hand to lead him to the men’s locker room.

The tension is heavy between them and Jungkook’s silence makes it worse. Jimin wants to get rid of it and go back to their usual banter; it’s uncharted territory for him and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Two showers are occupied and a few people are getting changed when they enter the locker room. Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s hand to take his bag out of his locker and Jungkook does the same a few lockers down. He puts his bag on the bench and rummages through it to find a change of clothes. Jungkook sits on the bench, takes his shirt off and Jimin swears he’s going to pass out.

He doesn’t like the awkward silence and he doesn’t like that Jungkook isn’t addressing the elephant in the room. There’s nothing wrong with admitting they turn each other on and Jimin feels like the tension would be a lot less heavy if they just talked about it. He throws a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one is within hearing distance before straddling the bench. Jungkook looks at him with curious eyes.

Jimin rests a hand on the crook of Jungkook’s elbow and brushes his lips against his shoulder, looking up at him through his eyelashes. “You look hot,” he breathes out. He feels somewhat nervous even though it’s not the first time he tells Jungkook that he finds him attractive. The implications are just a little different this time. 

“Thanks,” Jungkook says, smiling at Jimin. His chest is glistening with sweat and Jimin can’t help but let his eyes travel down his body. He rests his hand on Jungkook’s biceps and his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “So do you, baby,” Jungkook mumbles. Jimin responds with a smile before kissing his shoulder.

“You keep distracting me,” Jimin says, pouty lips brushing against Jungkook’s skin. He presses his knee against Jungkook’s thigh and runs the tips of his fingers down his arm. Jimin knows he’s playing with fire but he just wants Jungkook to say something, anything to show him he wants him. “Every time you work out, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook breathes out. He’s staring at Jimin’s lips and he looks half turned on and half nervous. 

“Yeah.” Jimin bites on his bottom lip as he nods. Jungkook’s eyes follow the movement of Jimin’s hand traveling down his chest. “In a room full of alphas,” Jimin mutters low, fingers brushing down Jungkook’s side. “You have my full attention.” He drags his nails over Jungkook’s abs and latches his lips onto his scent gland.

“Okay!” Jungkook exclaims as he leaps to his feet. He brushes his hair back and clears his throat. “Let’s shower.” He looks everywhere but at Jimin as he rummages through his bag. “Do you wanna go first?”

As usual, when things start to get interesting, Jungkook pulls away. Jimin isn’t surprised but his omega is disappointed. It feels like rejection which is never a nice feeling. 

“Sure.” Jimin shrugs before hopping off the bench. He grabs his towel and a change of clothes before heading to an empty cubicle. He closes the curtain and sets his clothes and towel on a small stool in the corner. He undresses and turns the shower on. He can hear someone humming a song in the cubicle to his right and a group of guys laughing as they enter the locker rooms.

Jimin closes his eyes and relaxes under the hot water. He shuts down every thought of Jungkook, ignores the growing fire in his belly and lets go of the bitter feeling of rejection. It’s not like he expected Jungkook to fuck him on that bench but he would have liked to get a little something; like a promise of some sort for when they get home, or like a heated kiss or something. He just wants confirmation that Jungkook, in fact, wants to rip his clothes off.

Jimin knows Jungkook finds him attractive; he knows the effect he has on his alpha, but he’d like Jungkook to show him exactly just how beautiful he thinks he is. Jimin is 50% sure that  Jungkook hasn’t made a move yet because he doesn’t want to pressure him. He also thinks that having sex for the first time makes Jungkook as nervous as it makes him, but Jimin wants Jungkook would talk to him about it, instead of pretending like there’s no sexual tension between them.

After a few minutes under the hot water, Jimin realizes he forgot to bring his shower gel. He sighs as he brushes his hair back. The group of guys who just entered the locker rooms seems a lot closer now. They’re so loud Jimin can barely hear himself think. When Jimin peeks his head out of the shower, Jungkook is still shirtless and he’s looking down at his phone. He looks up when he hears the curtain and raises a questioning eyebrow at Jimin.

“Can you pass me the shower gel, please?” Jimin asks. There are three other guys in their area; one of them throws a glance at Jimin and the other two are taking things out of their lockers.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” Jungkook replies as he goes to look for it.

Jimin closes the curtain and steps back under the water. The change in temperature makes him shiver. He closes his eyes and lets out a pleased sigh when the water hits his face. His quiet, relaxing moment is interrupted by the sound of the shower curtain being yanked open and then a loud clatter of metal. Jimin jumps and when he turns around the shower curtain is in Jungkook’s hand and the bar that used to hold it up is lying on the floor. Jimin’s naked body is exposed for the whole locker rooms to see.

That’s another thing about Jungkook’s newfound strength; he doesn’t know how to control it. He’s broken a lot of things in their apartment, has pushed Jimin a little too hard when they’re playing around and he almost broke one of his friends’ arms during an arm-wrestling match once. When something like that happens, Jungkook always turns red and a thousand apologies spill out of his mouth.

Right now, they’re both frozen in shock. It takes Jimin a good minute to realize he’s fully naked and the three guys’ eyes are on him.

“Jungkook!” Jimin yells before hiding his dick, face turning red.

Jungkook blinks at him and then whips his head around to look at the three guys. It only takes a second for his expression to darken and for a growl to escape his lips. Jungkook rushes to Jimin and wraps himself around him to hide his modesty behind his bigger body.

“Look away, assholes!” Jungkook growls and the three guys quickly turn around. One of them even rushes to another row of showers in the far back of the locker room. 

Jimin’s face is pressed against Jungkook’s hard chest and is burning with embarrassment. He pushes Jungkook away to punch him in the arm.

“You’re such an idiot!” Jimin whines. Jungkook grabs his wrist and presses their bodies back together. “This is so embarrassing,” Jimin groans.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says with a sincere look on his face. Jimin is unnerved when it turns into an amused smirk. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think it would fall.”

“You really need to learn how to control your strength, Jungkook,” Jimin says. Jungkook’s still wearing his gym shorts; they’re getting wet from the water. “You’re getting wet, idiot.” Jimin pushes him away. “Just fix the damn shower curtain. We don’t have all day.”

Jungkook stands there and it finally hits Jimin that he’s fully naked in front of him. It’s not the first time Jungkook sees him naked but it doesn’t happen that often. In fact, it’s so rare that Jungkook’s eyes trail down his body. Jimin shivers; he’s pretty sure it’s not because of the cold. He knows he has a nice body so he doesn’t feel self-conscious; he likes the attention a little too much, actually. He likes the way Jungkook’s eyes darken even more.

“Jungkook,” Jimin says, snapping his fingers in front of Jungkook’s face, “stop checking me out and fix your mess, please.”

Jungkook blushes and clears his throat. Jimin rolls his eyes at him, smiling fondly when he steps back under the water. He hears a muttered “Fuck” from Jungkook and he can’t help but feel smug. He looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at Jungkook whose eyes are trained on his ass. He quickly turns around when he realizes he’s been caught.

Jimin chuckles under his breath. Perhaps, there’s still hope for him to get laid in the near future.


Being college students with two different majors and trying to keep a relationship afloat is a lot harder than Jimin imagined. They’re so busy that they barely have time to see each other even if they live together because they’re always either working on assignments or too exhausted to do anything exciting.

Last year was the hardest time in their relationship. Jimin was a freshman in college and Jungkook a senior in high school so they barely had any time to see each other; their schedules never aligned and Jungkook still lived with his parents, 40 minutes away from Jimin’s apartment. They managed to make it work somehow, making a point to see each other every weekend and calling each other every night.

High school was a lot easier and Jimin definitely took those years for granted. They could see each other every day and they would usually sleepover at each other’s houses. Their parents have always been very supportive of their relationship and never stopped them from seeing each other.

In spite of their busy lives, Jimin finds comfort in knowing that he gets to fall asleep in Jungkook’s arms every night. They decided when Jungkook moved in with Jimin, that in addition to their gym dates, they would have library dates at least twice a week. That way they could work with zero distractions and still be together.

Well, until Jimin decided he wanted to be a distraction. 

Jimin still hasn’t told Jungkook about wanting to have sex with him but the sexual tension is still there, every time they cuddle or kiss for a little too long. They’re so busy, Jimin doesn’t know when they would have time to have sex but it doesn’t mean they can’t talk about it.

However, he feels like playing with Jungkook before they have that talk.

Jungkook’s eyes are fixated on his laptop, his long fingers skimming over the keyboard as he does research for one of his classes. He’s wearing a large black hoodie and the way he keeps brushing his hair back makes him look effortlessly attractive. Jimin’s can’t take his eyes off of him.

They’re sitting at their usual table in a quiet corner of the library; the three other tables in their area are empty except one that is occupied by a girl who’s just as quiet as they are. Jimin’s chin is resting in his palm as he stares at Jungkook with no ounce of shame in his body. Jungkook is too immersed in his assignment to notice him.

Jimin is bored and he wants his boyfriend’s attention so he presses his foot to Jungkook’s under the table. Jungkook looks up from his laptop and raises an eyebrow.

“What?”  he whispers.

“Nothing,” Jimin says. He smiles and shrugs. “I’m just watching you.”


“You look good.” Jimin brushes his foot against Jungkook’s ankle. A nervous chuckle escapes Jungkook’s mouth and he blushes.

“You keep complimenting me out of nowhere.” Jungkook leans on his forearms and gives Jimin a fond smile. He looks pleased by the praise.

“Can’t I compliment my boyfriend?” Jimin smiles back. “I just love you.”

Jungkook beams and happiness fills his scent, turning it sweet. “Come here,” Jungkook whispers as he leans over the table to meet in Jimin in a soft kiss. They both let out a content sigh. When they break apart, Jungkook bumps their noses together and whispers, “I love you too.”

“I think it’s your alphaness,” Jimin says as he leans back in his chair.

“My alphaness?” Jungkook snorts. He looks amused by Jimin’s comment.

“Yeah, you know...” Jimin gestures at Jungkook’s body. “You’ve always been attractive but even more so since you presented.”

“Thank you, baby,” Jungkook smiles. “I think my alphaness,” he makes quotes with his fingers, “has been a pain in the ass.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin frowns.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook shrugs, looking hesitant. “It’s a lot harder to control my alpha than I thought. All the changes in my body, my enhanced senses, new instincts and all that. It’s a lot.”

“I think you’re doing amazing,” Jimin says as he takes Jungkook’s hand. Jimin knows how hard it is for newly presented alphas, especially when they’re in a relationship. They want to claim, to protect and to mate with their partner, which is sometimes at odds with what their human side wants.

Jimin’s instincts are to nest. He often finds himself stealing Jungkook’s clothes to make small piles on their couch and on their bed. He does it unconsciously and usually when he’s having a bad day; when his omega wishes he had pups waiting for him at home or his alpha there to comfort him. It doesn’t mean he actually wants to have kids, they’re way too young for that, but it’s a feeling that is present and that he’s gotten used to living with. It took a while for him to realize there’s no point in fighting his omega’s instincts. He doesn’t have to act on them, he just has to live with them. 

It’s the same for Jungkook and judging by the way he’s never told Jimin about how difficult it is for him, it probably means he’s fighting his instincts which is only going to make it worse for him.

“You just have to embrace everything,” Jimin says, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s hand. “Don’t be ashamed of what your alpha wants or what you’re becoming. The sooner you stop fighting your instincts the easier it will be for you to control them.”

“My instincts.” Jungkook sighs defeatedly. “My alpha wants to do many things that I can’t do.”

“Like?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

“Just...” Jungkook shrugs, looking down at his laptop, “things.”

Jimin knows exactly what type of things Jungkook is talking about but he wants him to say it. He looks back at his own laptop and pretends to be working on his assignment as he pushes his foot up to Jungkook’s ankle. Jungkook doesn’t move away but his hands close into tight fists. Jimin stops at his calf and caresses it, typing nonsense on his document as he acts like everything is normal.

Jungkook is throwing glances at him but he doesn’t say anything. Then Jimin’s foot travels higher up Jungkook’s leg until it brushes his inner thigh. Jungkook clears his throat but he doesn’t make a move to stop Jimin. Jimin’s face turns into a smug; he can tell Jungkook sees it. Jungkook’s scent turns spicy when Jimin pushes his thigh to spread his legs wider. 

Then Jimin looks straight into Jungkook’s eyes and slides his foot in between his legs to press on his dick. Jungkook startles and grips Jimin’s ankle, eyes going wide in shock. His cheeks turn pink and he looks around to make sure no one is watching. Jimin just smirks at him.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook whisper-yells, frowning at Jimin. His grip tightens around Jimin’s ankle when he presses his foot harder.

“What type of things does your alpha wanna do right now?” Jimin asks, eyebrow raised. There’s a spike of arousal in Jungkook’s scent. He’s looking at Jimin like he’s a wild man. He tries to push Jimin’s foot away but Jimin refuses to move. Jungkook gives him a warning look that makes Jimin shiver.

“You don’t wanna know,” Jungkook breathes out.

“Oh, but I do,” Jimin smiles as he strokes Jungkook’s inner thigh. Jungkook traps Jimin’s foot in between his legs. It makes Jimin chuckle.

“Jimin,” Jungkook groans, looking both angry and turned on. “We’re in the library.”

“What does your alpha wanna do to me in the library?” Jimin asks before biting on his bottom lip. He tries to spread Jungkook’s legs again but Jungkook has strong thighs and Jimin can barely move his foot.

“God, you’re impossible,” Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes at him. 

“There’s a lot of things I want you to do to me, you know.” Jimin tilts his head to the side and winks at him. It makes Jungkook laugh.

“And you want me to do them to you now?”

“Nope.” Jimin shakes his head with a shit-eating grin on his lips. Jungkook grips his ankle and forces him to stop moving when he tries to press his foot against his dick.

“Then keep your foot to yourself,” Jungkook says and finally he manages to push Jimin’s foot away. It hits the floor in loud noise and jostles Jimin’s entire body. Both of their scents are a lot stronger than they should be in a public place and they’re reminded of that by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Excuse me?” the girl sitting two tables away says. They both turn their heads to look at her. She looks mildly annoyed and kind of uncomfortable. “I’m trying to work here.”

Both of their faces turn red with embarrassment. They bow in apology.

“So sorry,” Jungkook says.

“We’ll be quiet,” Jimin adds, looking sheepish. Jungkook turns to glare at him and Jimin just sticks his tongue out at him. Jungkook rolls his eyes before going back to his work. Jimin can’t help but pout in disappointment; he was finally getting somewhere before they got interrupted. When Jungkook takes a sip of his coffee, Jimin whispers, “You know, if we were alone, I wouldn’t have minded if you bent me over this table.”

Jungkook proceeds to choke on his coffee, almost dies from embarrassment when Jimin can’t stop laughing at him and then they get kicked out of the library for being way too loud.


Jimin finds a cruel kind of joy in making Jungkook flustered and seeing how long he can push his buttons before he snaps.

It’s 10 PM on a Wednesday night and they’re watching TV. Jimin’s legs are thrown over Jungkook’s lap while Jungkook massages his calves absentmindedly. Jimin has tried to rile Jungkook up three times since their library date and each time Jungkook ran away.

Jimin tries it when they’re cuddling by sliding his hand under Jungkook’s shirt, sucking a hickey on his scent gland and just when things start to get good, Jungkook suddenly has to pee.

Jimin tries it when they’re making out on the couch, straddling Jungkook’s lap to grind against him and when he moans into his mouth, Jungkook says he has a paper to finish before midnight.

Jimin tries it when Jungkook is cooking him dinner by wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing and biting at his neck until Jungkook’s scent turns dizzyingly strong, but Jungkook says he is going to burn their dinner if Jimin doesn’t stop distracting him.

Each and every time, Jimin is left with blue balls and the bitter feeling of rejection. He’s not ready to give up just yet, though; he’s going to make Jungkook snap one way or another.

The idea comes to him when the alpha sat next to him in biology class asks him for a pencil. His name is Chulsoo; Jimin can’t remember if they ever shared a conversation before but what strikes him that day is how strong his coffee scent is. Jimin doesn’t pay much attention to it at first but as the class goes on, his scent turns stronger until he has to excuse himself and leave thirty minutes early because he’s hit his pre-rut.

Jimin has noticed that since Jungkook presented, he makes sure to thoroughly scent him when he gets home and before he leaves home. Newly presented alphas are more territorial than mature alphas so it’s rare for Jimin to ever smell like himself. Jungkook once said that he hates when Jimin comes home smelling like he rolled around with a pack of wolves. He particularly hates it when Jimin smells like other alphas.

That’s when Jimin realized that perhaps messing with Jungkook’s alpha is the only way to make Jungkook snap.

It’s not surprising when Jungkook pins him to the front door as soon as he smells Chulsoo’s scent on Jimin. He growls, huffs and puffs about how Jimin stinks and asks him a million questions about why he was around an alpha in pre-rut. Jimin barely has any time to reply. Jungkook sucks and licks at his scent gland until he finally smells like dark chocolate. The scenting makes Jimin dizzy but his omega is over the moon.

Jungkook doesn’t leave his side for the rest of the night, sticking to him to scent him in case Chulsoo’s scent comes back. Jimin is used to how territorial Jungkook gets so he’s not phased by it but it gives him an idea.

He has to make Jungkook jealous. It could work or it could turn out terribly.

Jimin’s been thinking about it the whole night, waiting for the right moment to put his plan into action. Right now, cuddled up against Jungkook’s side, is as good a time as any. Jimin tilts his head to look at Jungkook’s profile. He looks relaxed and content.

“Do I still smell like Chulsoo?” Jimin asks, turning his gaze back to the TV, acting as nonchalant as possible.

“Who’s Chulsoo?” Jungkook frowns at him, hand tightening around his calf. Jimin has to stop himself from smiling; his plan is already working; he can tell from the bitter spike of anger in Jungkook’s scent. 

“The alpha from my biology class.” Jimin doesn’t spare Jungkook a glance but Jungkook’s eyes don’t leave him for even a second. “He smells like coffee,” Jimin smiles. “Smells nice.” 

“What?” Jungkook sounds curt, voice dangerously low. Jimin’s omega is getting agitated by the bitter scent of their angry alpha, but Jimin loves it. It’s the biggest reaction he’s ever gotten from Jungkook and if he plays his cards right he can turn this into something sexual.

“I hope he’ll be okay,” Jimin says, playing up the concerned pout on his lips. “I heard ruts are rough without an omega and he said he’s single so it’s probably gonna be hard on him.”

It’s a lie. He’s never talked with Chulsoo long enough to even speak about their majors, let alone their mating cycles. Jungkook squirms underneath him, angry gaze trained on Jimin’s profile. He presses his tongue in the side of his cheek and clenches his jaw. Jimin’s omega’s agitation turns into interest when Jungkook releases pheromones. It’s hard to keep a straight face when all Jimin wants is to straddle his lap and kiss him hard.

“Why do you care about some random alpha’s rut?” Jungkook asks, voice sounding like a growl. The simple mention of Jimin thinking about another alpha makes Jungkook mad and Jimin loves it a little too much.

Jimin gets it. When he presented, Jungkook and he used to fight all the time, simply because Jungkook would talk to his omega friends and Jimin’s omega hated it. It’s completely irrational because they both know neither one of them would ever cheat, they love each other too much for that, but when their wolves get territorial it’s hard to keep the jealousy and possessiveness at bay.

Jungkook used to take him in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until Jimin calmed down. Then he let Jimin scent him until he was drenched in his strawberry scent and his wolf was placated. Jimin is better at controlling his omega now; he doesn’t get as angry. That’s why he doesn’t blame Jungkook for getting jealous;  he can’t help it.

“I’m just saying.” Jimin shrugs. “He’s a nice guy.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook drawls out. There’s a warning in his voice; his hold on Jimin’s calves tightens but not enough to hurt.

Jimin finally deigns to look at him. He tilts his head and looks at him with the best innocent face he can muster for someone who knows damn well they’re playing with fire. Jimin doesn’t mind getting burned; he wants to get burned.

“Don’t you think the smell of coffee is nice?” Jimin says, brushing his fingers along Jungkook’s arm. The touch makes Jungkook startle. His gaze is angry and menacing, eyebrows making him look way more dangerous than he actually is. “I love it,” Jimin breathes out and Jungkook’s stony face turns into a grimace. “He smells like the coffee you make in the morning.”

“Okay,” Jungkook pushes Jimin’s legs off of his lap and stands to face him. “Then, why don’t you go and help Chulgoo with his rut if you like his scent that much.”

“Chulsoo,” Jimin corrects. Jungkook looks tall and impressive towering over him like this. Jimin is starting to feel hot under the collar, arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t fucking care.” Jungkook glares at him, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why are you getting angry? I’m just saying that I like his scent not that I want him to fuck me.”

“God.” Jungkook chuckles darkly as he throws his head back. Jimin can’t help but find him hot when he’s angry. His heart is starting to race in his chest from anticipation, waiting for Jungkook’s next move. He’s pushing all the right buttons and he wants Jungkook to do something to him, anything. “Just stop talking you’re making it worse,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes.

“What am I making worse?” Jimin asks innocently as he sits on the edge of the couch. He leans back on his hands and spreads his legs. Jungkook’s eyes follow to movement; there’s a flicker of arousal in his scent. It sends Jimin’s senses into overdrive. 

“You’re making me fucking mad,” Jungkook admits, dark glare fixated on Jimin’s face. “Talking about some random’s alpha scent and him fucking you?” he raises an eyebrow and takes a step towards Jimin. “Are you serious? You’re right here sitting on my lap, how about you talk about my scent, instead.”

Jimin licks his bottom lip and looks up at Jungkook through his lashes. He spreads his legs wider; he wants Jungkook to take the invitation but he just stands there, looking bigger than he actually is. He smells so good, Jimin is going to lose his mind. Jungkook’s jealousy is doing things to him; he wants Jungkook to pin him to the couch and show him he’s his.

“Exactly,” Jimin mutters. He leans forward to pull Jungkook towards him. Jungkook stands in between his legs and looks down at Jimin with fire in his eyes. “I’m sitting on your lap.”

“Stop it,” Jungkook warns between gritted teeth.

“Do you just want me to talk about your scent?” Jimin asks. His eyes trail down Jungkook’s body and he bites on his bottom lip when they stop at his crotch. He slides his hands behind Jungkook’s thighs and looks up. “I can talk about the other thing too.”


“Jungkook-ah…,” Jimin drawls out, pulling on Jungkook’s shirt to make him lean down but Jungkook doesn’t move an inch. Jimin’s body is burning with desire and there’s no way Jungkook hasn’t noticed it. Jimin wants Jungkook to touch him so bad; he wants Jungkook so bad. “Kiss me.”

“Why would I kiss you?” Jungkook frowns, looking down at Jimin with a patronizing look that makes his skin tingle with arousal. “I’m mad at you.” Jimin pulls on his shirt again and this time Jungkook sits back down on the couch. Jimin smiles smugly and tries to throw a leg over Jungkook’s lap but Jungkook pushes him away. “Stop it.”

Jimin really should be getting kissed by now but his plan isn’t working as well as he anticipated. He can tell Jungkook is holding back though, it’s in the way his eyes keep falling to Jimin’s lips, in the way his scent is strong and possessive and in the way his hands are slightly shaking. Jimin just needs to push his buttons a little bit more.

He sighs, sits against the armrest and crosses his arms over his chest. “I bet Chulsoo would kiss me if I asked,” Jimin mumbles before muttering under his breath, “would fuck me too.”

“What did you just say?” Jungkook sounds appalled. Jimin can tell he’s close to getting really mad and he’s curious to see what that would look like. Jimin looks at the TV and ignores him; it makes Jungkook even madder. “Jimin…,” he growls, running a hand through his hair. Jimin’s breath gets caught in his throat; the tension is so heavy between them it’s almost suffocating. “I’m going to lose my mind,” Jungkook chuckles darkly, tongue in cheek and hands curling into tight fists. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“No,” Jimin groans frustratingly. He’s getting angry too because Jungkook isn’t getting it. The thought of someone else touching him makes him sick to his stomach. Jimin turns to Jungkook and when their eyes meet, there’s electricity in the air. “What about you, Jungkook?” Jimin asks, glaring at him. He’s getting so frustrated, both sexually and with the situation. “Who do you wanna fuck?”

“What,” Jungkook looks taken aback by Jimin’s bluntness. He frowns and shakes his head. “What kind of question is that?” 

“Just answer the fucking question.” Jimin raises a challenging eyebrow. His omega hates how far away Jungkook is. He needs to feel him, touch him. He needs Jungkook’s hands on his body, his lips on his body. He needs Jungkook to need him too.

“How about you answer mine first?” Jungkook says and he sounds oddly calm, almost cold. There’s a hint of interest in his voice like he’s curious to see where Jimin is going with this. Finally, he’s giving Jimin something to work with.

Jimin kneels on the couch and crawls to Jungkook’s side until his knees press against Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook doesn’t stop him this time, he simply stares at him. Jimin slides one of his hands up Jungkook’s chest to cup his neck, thumb brushing the underline of his jaw. Jimin tilts Jungkook’s head up until their lips and noses brush together. He feels drunk on Jungkook’s scent.

“You talk too much,” Jimin breathes out. “Stop holding back”

“Why don’t you just tell me what you really want?”

“What do you want?”

Jimin’s eyes fall to Jungkook’s lips, breath getting heavier with the growing tension. He needs Jungkook to do something, to kiss him like he could die if he didn’t. Jimin’s heartbeat is loud in his own ears and every cell in his body wants to latch onto Jungkook. He brushes their lips together; his bottom lip catches on Jungkook’s top lip, eliciting a pleased sigh from him. Jungkook’s pupils are blown and he grips Jimin’s hips so tightly Jimin can tell he’s really holding back. His dark chocolate scent is so strong that Jimin can almost taste it on his tongue. 

Jungkook doesn’t do anything, he just stares at Jimin, waiting for him to take the lead. Jimin is tired of waiting for Jungkook to realize what he wants so he straddles Jungkook’s lap and presses his ass against his crotch. Jungkook’s hands twitch on his hips.

“Take it, Jungkook,” Jimin whispers as he wraps his hands around Jungkook’s wrists. “Take what you want.”

Suddenly, everything becomes blurry, Jimin’s back hits the couch and Jungkook drapes his body over him, catching his lips in a hard kiss. Jungkook’s hands are under Jimin’s shirt in seconds and his tongue is in his mouth just as quickly. It takes his brain a minute to catch up and for him to reciprocate the kiss.

Jimin moans when Jungkook bites on his bottom lip, rough hands grabbing at the skin of his hips. Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist and digs his nails in his scalp to bring him close. A fire lights up in Jimin’s belly, his scent goes haywire in their small apartment. His keening omega wants to submit right away. Jimin has no choice but to melt into Jungkook’s touch.

Their lips slide together quick and dirty. He feels small underneath Jungkook’s body; feels warm and safe. It’s maddening how good Jungkook kisses him, how much his hands on his body affect him. There’s desperation in Jungkook’s kisses and it pleases Jimin to no end. It makes him feel wanted to the point Jungkook can’t get enough of him. It makes him feel loved and desirable.

Jungkook tilts Jimin’s head back to deepen the kiss, sucking and nipping at his tongue. He’s so heavy and kisses him so hard that Jimin can barely breathe. Jungkook’s grip in Jimin’s hair stings deliciously and Jimin can’t help but moan. Jungkook growls into his mouth and the rumble in his chest goes straight to Jimin’s dick.

Jimin’s never been kissed like this but he loves it. He loves feeling like he’s on the brink of insanity just from feeling Jungkook so close. He swears he can feel Jungkook’s heartbeat against his chest, swears he can feel it in his own chest like they are one. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss and the sound of their heavy breathing fills the room. Jimin is so overwhelmed he can barely see anything; he feels dizzy with arousal. Jungkook leaves open-mouthed kisses on his cheek, then bites his jaw before licking down Jimin’s neck. Jimin closes his eyes and arches his back when Jungkook grinds against him.

Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s hair to rest his hands on the small of his back. He pulls Jungkook towards him and bucks his hips up. Jungkook groans as he sucks a mark on Jimin’s scent gland.

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck. “Jungkook.” He’s not sure why he’s calling him but Jungkook is all Jimin can think about. He can’t stop thinking about how good he feels on him, how much he loves him, how happy he makes him, and how much he wants him.

Jungkook grazes his teeth up Jimin’s neck before sucking on his earlobe. A shiver runs down Jimin’s spine and his cock twitches. Jimin slides his hands up Jungkook’s shirt and bites on his bottom lip. Jungkook licks up the shell of Jimin’s ear and stops right above it; the heat of his breaths is intoxicating.

“You want me to fuck you?” Jungkook asks. Jimin whimpers at his unusual bluntness. “Is that it?” Jungkook bites Jimin’s ear and rolls his hips down, making Jimin moan. “Do you want my attention?”

“I just want you to take what’s yours,” Jimin says as his hands travel to Jungkook’s ass. He squeezes his cheeks and pulls his hips down, making them both groan in pleasure. 

“God, you drive me crazy,” Jungkook growls as he pins Jimin’s hips down with a hand.

“Show me,” Jimin whispers in Jungkook’s ear. “Show me how much I drive you crazy.”

Jungkook nips at his scent gland before catching his lips into a kiss. Jimin sighs into it and opens his mouth to welcome Jungkook’s tongue. The friction on their cocks elicits moans from both of them. The scent of Jimin’s slick is so sweet and obvious in the air that Jungkook kisses him harder. His grip on Jimin’s hips is bruising.

Jungkook cups Jimin’s face and forces his jaw open to kiss him deeper. He pushes the tip of his thumb against the side of Jimin’s lips and pushes it inside of Jimin’s mouth alongside his tongue. It’s messy and dirty; Jimin’s head is spinning because Jungkook is everywhere and it’s overwhelming.

Jungkook breaks the kiss but pushes his thumb deeper inside of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin sucks and moans around it while Jungkook latches his lips onto his neck. Jungkook bites at the skin under Jimin’s jaw and slides his thumb out of his mouth. It catches on Jimin’s bottom lip and leaves a trail of saliva down the side of his cheek.

For two people who have no experience, they sure mastered the art of kissing and making each other worked up. Jimin can’t imagine kissing anybody else; Jungkook is perfect. He knows how to kiss him soft, how to kiss him gentle and how to kiss him hard. He knows exactly how to steal Jimin’s breath away and knows exactly how to make him lose touch with reality. 

This is completely new for them but it feels so good that Jimin can’t believe they spent so long without it. It’s not sex but it’s a lot more heated than what they usually do. Jungkook seems lost in Jimin’s scent, the warmth of his body, the sounds coming out of his mouth. He’s breathing heavily and letting out grunts of pleasure every time he rolls his hips just right.

Jungkook is getting more and more desperate, licking down Jimin’s neck more than kissing it, living indents of his teeth on his way down. His grinds on Jimin in slow motions, arousal building in both of their bellies. Jimin’s asscheeks are wet with slick and his cock is as hard as Jungkook’s. It’s exhilarating and mind-numbing.

Jungkook huffs unhappily when Jimin’s shirt gets in the way of his kisses. He pulls on the collar to suck on Jimin’s collarbone and Jimin digs his nails in the small of Jungkook’s back. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin moans. His lips are bitten red and wet with saliva, his pants are wet with slick; he’s holding onto Jungkook for dear life. Nonsensical words spill out of his parted mouth until he breathes out a choked, “Alpha.” 

Jungkook growls so loud it startles Jimin. More slick drips out of his hole. Jungkook grabs the collar of Jimin’s shirt with both hands and rips it down the middle. Jimin gasps, staring wide-eyed at his now naked chest. Jungkook’s lips latch onto Jimin’s nipple to suck on it hard. The ripped shirt falls on each side of Jimin who’s shocked by the sudden show of strength. Jimin’s back arches off the couch when Jungkook grinds on him hard.

He’s never been this wet under Jungkook. It usually happens when he thinks about him while he touches himself or during his heats, always in the privacy of a room, but right now it’s all out in the open. His scent is thick and sweet in the air, there’s no way to hide how wet he is. Jimin feels kind of embarrassed because Jungkook’s never seen him like this. 

Jungkook is too busy leaving a constellation of red marks on Jimin’s chest to even notice; soft grunts coming out of his mouth as if he took deep pleasure in mapping out Jimin’s body with his lips. His alpha is probably over the moon with making Jimin this worked up.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” Jimin mumbles as he buries his fingers in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook trails kisses down his stomach, sucking on the soft flesh and making Jimin whimper. “Need more,” Jimin says even though he doesn’t know what more means.

Jimin doesn’t know what he wants Jungkook to do, but he knows that he needs to come. His cock is hard and wet from precum; the pressure is starting to become too much. He’s certain he could come from a little more grinding. 

“Alpha, please,” Jimin whines as he pushes Jungkook’s head down. He tries to buck his hips up but Jungkook pins them down to the couch. “Want you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook bites on Jimin’s stomach and lets out a frustrated groan. He pulls away and brings their foreheads together. Jimin closes his eyes and breathes in his all-consuming scent.

“We can’t, baby,” Jungkook mutters against Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s heart drops and a distressed whine gets stuck in his throat. Is Jungkook rejecting him? “I’m sorry,” he continues, kissing the tip of Jimin’s nose.

“Why?” Jimin pushes him back and frowns at him. Jungkook looks insanely attractive; his hair is a mess, strands sticking out in odd places and his lips are red from all the kissing he’s been doing. His eyes are so dark, Jimin feels like he’s drowning into the abyss. He looks fucked out.

“Not like this,” Jungkook shakes his head. “You deserve better than a quick fuck on the couch for your first time.”

“Then, just take me the bedroom,” Jimin says. He appreciates the sentiment, he really does, but he’s too turned on to care.

“No, I…” Jungkook sighs and bites on his bottom lip. It’s clear he wants Jimin just as bad and it’s taking everything in him to stop. “I want to make it special.”

Frustration seeps out of Jimin’s body and his chest fills with warmth. Jungkook is so sweet. He’s always been a romantic; he likes to take Jimin on dates, buys him coffee almost every day and even buys him flowers from time to time. Jimin can’t think of anything better than making their first time special and if it’s Jungkook it’s certainly going to be beautiful. 

Jimin can wait, he’s sure it’s all going to be worth it. He’s still very much hard and wet though and it’s hard to ignore. They’ve never been in this situation before but Jimin still wants to ask for something.

“Okay.” he nods and strokes Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook lets out a contented sigh and kisses the palm of Jimin’s hand. “We don’t have to, you know, go all the way but…” Jimin bites on his bottom lip as he hesitates. “But maybe we can help each other out?” 

“Like…,” Jungkook says. He looks as nervous as Jimin.

“I can make you come,” Jimin blurts out. Jungkook buries a groan in Jimin’s neck. “Would you like that?” Jimin whispers in Jungkook’s ear and Jungkook just groans again. Jimin is nervous; he has no idea what he’s doing but he still wants to make Jungkook come. “Will you let me touch you?”

“Yeah, fuck, okay,” Jungkook grunts out. “I’ll make you come too.”

Jimin smiles before kissing him. Their lips slide together slowly, tongues peeking out of their mouths to meet each other as Jungkook rests his forearms on each side of Jimin’s face. He cups his cheeks and tilts his head to kiss him deeper. 

Jimin’s hands travel down Jungkook’s chest until they reach the hem of his sweatpants to slide it inside of his boxers. He feels Jungkook’s racing heart against his own chest. Jungkook moans into the kiss when the tips of Jimin’s fingers brush against his hard cock. Jimin’s never touched anyone’s cock but his so he’s not sure how to take Jungkook in his hand so his wrist doesn’t bend at a weird angle.

Jungkook props his hips up to make it easier for him. He even bucks his hips down to encourage Jimin. Jimin takes Jungkook’s cock out of his sweatpants and breaks the kiss to look down. Jungkook blushes in the corner of his eye. His head drops to Jimin’s shoulder when Jimin finally wraps his hand around his cock.

Jungkook is big; definitely bigger than the last time Jimin saw him. Jimin’s omega is delighted by the discovery; being with a well-endowed alpha is a source of pride, but it also makes him even more anxious. Jimin has no idea how it’s going to fit when they finally have sex, but it’s probably going to hurt. 

“Please, Jimin,” Jungkook whines as he grinds against Jimin’s thigh. Jungkook’s cock feels hot against his leg even through his own sweatpants. The tip is wet and a beautiful red; Jimin feels a sudden urge to taste. Although he doesn’t feel ready to go through with it right now, he’ll keep it in mind for a later time.

Jimin wraps tentative fingers around Jungkook’s cock and blushes when he realizes it doesn’t go all the way around. Jungkook feels heavy in his hand; he can already feel precum dripping on his fingers. Jungkook is probably very close already and Jimin knows for a fact that it’s the first time someone else touches him there. The sensation must be overwhelming because Jungkook is whimpering and his hold on Jimin’s hair tightens.

“Tell me if it feels good,” Jimin says. He can’t take his eyes off of Jungkook’s cock. He doesn’t really know where to start but he chooses to do what he likes to do to himself. He brushes his thumb over Jungkook’s cockhead before rubbing his palm over it. Jungkook trembles in his arm, a guttural moan coming out of his lips. “Like that?”

“Yes, fuck, Jimin.” Jungkook isn’t very coherent but Jimin likes it. It means he’s doing something right. “More.”

Jimin kisses the side of Jungkook’s head and starts pumping his cock in slow strokes. He alternates between a light and hard pressure around his cockhead; Jungkook’s precum makes the slide of his hand easier. Jungkook feels so hot above him that Jimin feels like he’s going to suffocate but he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want to move because he’s coaxing the prettiest sounds out of Jungkook’s mouth with just his hand and it’s addicting.

Jimin brings his free hand to Jungkook’s balls and it makes Jungkook moan louder. Jimin repeats the same motions; he pumps Jungkook’s cock a few times and then twists his wrist to rub his cockhead; Jungkook seems more than satisfied.

A litany of “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin,” comes out of his mouth and it’s driving Jimin crazy. His alpha is like putty in his hands; his omega has never been more pleased. Jungkook’s fingers dig into Jimin’s shoulders and his hot breaths on Jimin’s neck make him shiver. Jungkook is a mess on top of him and it’s only been a minute.

Jimin gasps when the shape of Jungkook’s cock starts to change. Every time his hand reaches the base of his cock, it’s getting bigger and it takes him a few seconds to realize what it is.

“Is that…?” Jimin asks as he rubs the growing bulb.

“Yes,” Jungkook grits out in between clenched teeth.

“Your knot?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook whines, shuddering above Jimin.

Jimin has never seen a knot before let alone touched one so he doesn’t really know what to do with it. He doesn’t know if it hurts Jungkook when he touches it or if it’s particularly sensitive, and Jungkook is too far gone to use his words so Jimin decides to wrap his hand around Jungkook’s knot to squeeze it. Jungkook’s reaction is immediate; he bites Jimin’s neck and lets out a loud growl. Jimin gasps at the sudden onslaught of pheromones filling Jungkook’s scent. He squeezes his knot again and, this time, it earns him a broken whine. 

So, Jungkook likes it when Jimin plays with his knot.

Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s balls to stroke his length instead. He gives Jungkook’s knot a squeeze every time he rubs his thumb over his cockhead with his other hand, making Jungkook groan and moan. He’s whispering incoherent words but Jimin understands that he likes it a lot.

“I’m gonna come,” Jungkook chokes out. “Jimin, I’m gonna…” he’s too breathless to finish his sentence.

Jimin quickens the pace of his strokes and whispers, “Come for me, alpha.”

It only takes a hard squeeze on Jungkook’s knot to make Jungkook come. Jungkook thrashes above him and moans so loud that there’s no way their neighbors don’t hear it. Hot come shoots out of Jungkook’s cock onto Jimin’s chest and stomach. There’s so much of it, a lot more than Jimin expects. Some even get on his neck and his omega is strangely thrilled about it. Jimin strokes Jungkook until he starts to squirm uncomfortably.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out as he brings their foreheads together. “Holy shit,” he’s breathing heavily and he’s sweaty against Jimin.

“Did you like it?” Jimin asks, even though he’s pretty sure he already knows the answer. 

“Yes,” Jungkook nods and pecks Jimin’s lips. “It was so good, Jimin. You were so good.”

Jimin smiles and kisses him softly. Jungkook is quick to deepen the kiss with how overwhelmed and high on his orgasm he is. Jimin is still hard and wet from his slick and Jungkook’s cum. He smells so strongly of Jungkook that it makes his omega purr. Jungkook hums happily and strokes his cheeks.

“I’m gonna make you come, baby,” Jungkook breathes out in between kisses. Jimin yelps when Jungkook sits up and takes his body with him. Jungkook sits on the couch and positions Jimin so he’s straddling one of his thighs. “Like this,” Jungkook says. Jimin wraps his arms around his neck and blushes at the implication.

“You want me to ride your thigh?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “Unless you want me to…” his eyes fall to Jimin’s cock and then come back up Jimin’s chest. There’s a new spike of arousal in his scent when he sees Jimin’s state. Cum all over his chest, cock hard in his sweatpants and ass wet with slick. Jimin is a mess. “Fuck.”

“Yeah well, you did this.” Jimin shrugs. He loves the way Jungkook is looking at him, like he could eat him up right here, right now. 

Jungkook pulls on Jimin’s hips to make him grind on his thigh and Jimin hisses from how good it feels. Jungkook’s thighs are a work of art and Jimin’s favorite sit; they’ve never felt as comfortable as they do now. Jimin brings their foreheads together as he starts to roll his hips down. His cock is pressed against Jungkook’s stomach and there’s slick all over his thigh. Jimin’s sweatpants are completely ruined but he doesn’t have the heart to care when pleasure is coursing up his spine every time he grinds on Jungkook.

“You look…,” Jungkook breathes out, eyes fixated on Jimin’s body. Jimin’s ripped shirt is hanging around his waist, his hair is a mess and his chest is glistening with sweat and cum. “You look so beautiful,” Jungkook whispers before kissing Jimin. He strokes Jimin’s back and presses their chests together. If Jimin wasn’t so close to coming he’d complain about putting cum all over Jungkook’s shirt. 

Jimin’s omega preens at the compliment and Jimin starts to get a little desperate. He’s panting into the kiss, holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders for dear life as he grinds harder. His hole clenches around nothing and he can’t help but whine at the thought of being empty when Jungkook’s cock is right there. 

Jimin is so close, orgasm building in the pit of his stomach but he needs a little push to tip over the edge. He breaks the kiss and latches his lips onto Jungkook’s scent gland, soft moans coming out of his mouth. He guides Jungkook’s hand to his ass.

“Touch me,” Jimin whines. He shudders when he rolls his hips just right. “Touch me here.” Jungkook brings his other hand to Jimin’s ass and squeezes his cheeks, pulling him towards him to help him move, but that’s not what Jimin meant. He slides one of Jungkook’s hand inside of his boxers. “Here, Jungkook. Please.”

“What…” Jungkook clears his throat, “what do you want me to do?”

Jimin whines in embarrassment because he really doesn’t want to say it out loud but Jungkook looks confused about what exactly Jimin’s asking for. Jimin hides his face in Jungkook’s neck and grinds harder. He’s so damn close and he wants to come so bad but he needs more, just a little bit more. 

Jungkook slides his other hand inside of Jimin’s boxers to play with the firm flesh of Jimin’s ass. Jimin likes that too. He likes the feeling of Jungkook’s big hands on his ass, likes the way Jungkook is making him move so easily. Jungkook is so close to where Jimin wants him and he’s pretty sure the tip of Jungkook’s fingers are already wet with slick. 

“Like this?” Jungkook asks. Jungkook’s concern for his pleasure makes Jimin smile.

“No,” Jimin mumbles, cheeks flushed both from their activities and his embarrassment.

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“Just one finger,” Jimin whines, a new wave of slick pooling out of his hole at the thought of feeling Jungkook inside him. “I can take one finger.”

“Really? Are you sure,” Jungkook asks with concern.

Jimin lets out a frustrating groan and pulls back from Jungkook’s neck to look him in the eyes. Jungkook’s eyes are wide and he’s blushing too.

“Yes, Jungkook.” Jimin tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s hair to pulls on it, lips parting on a moan when the tip of his cock brushes against Jungkook’s abs. “Fuck, just make me come.”

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook nods. He spreads Jimin’s cheeks with one hand and slides one finger down Jimin’s crack. Jimin lets out a shaky breath when the tip of Jungkook’s middle finger brushes over his soaked hole. It feels completely different than touching himself. “How do I do it?” Jungkook gulps. He looks completely clueless; Jimin finds it adorable.

“Just put it in,” Jimin says before kissing his cheeks. He’s stopped rolling his hips to let Jungkook touch him and it’s killing him. He needs Jungkook’s finger in him yesterday.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Jungkook breathes out. Jimin rests his forehead on Jungkook’s and nods. He bites on his bottom lip hard when Jungkook finally pushes the tip of his finger in. Jungkook is slow and careful but Jimin’s fingered himself before so he knows for a fact that he can take one finger easily. He pushes his ass back to push more of Jungkook’s finger in and shivers at the feeling of having something inside him. It’s not much but it’s all Jimin needs for now. “You’re really wet,” Jungkook breathes out. There’s awe in his voice.

“For you,” Jimin whines as he starts grinding on Jungkook’s thigh again. It makes Jungkook growl.

“Really tight too,” Jungkook moans when Jimin sucks on his scent gland. Jimin is so worked up, he wants to mark Jungkook up and kiss him everywhere he can get his mouth on. Jungkook is so hot and he’s making Jimin feel so good; his omega is so pleased to be so well taken care of that Jimin can’t help but spread his scent all over Jungkook’s neck by rubbing his cheek, nose, and lips on his scent gland. 

Jimin lets out a happy purr when Jungkook tilts his head to the side to expose more of his neck. Jungkook grows more confident when Jimin moans louder. He thrusts his finger in and out of him in slow drags that are driving Jimin crazy.

The rhythm of Jimin’s hips becomes erratic soon after; the pressure in his abdomen is growing. He feels his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, hole clenching around Jungkook’s finger as he comes in a broken moan, digging his teeth in Jungkook’s neck.

Jimin’s grip in Jungkook’s hair is so tight it makes Jungkook wince. Jimin’s entire body trembles from the force of his orgasm, hot cum shooting out of his cock and soiling his boxers. Jungkook fucks him with his finger the whole way through, hugging Jimin with his other hand. Jimin’s eyes are closed and his whole body is burning and tingling with pleasure.

He sags against Jungkook’s body as all of his strength leaves his body. He lets go of Jungkook’s skin between his teeth and tongues at it to soothe the sting. His limp arms fall to Jungkook’s shoulders and he squirms when Jungkook’s finger becomes uncomfortable inside of him. Jungkook takes the hint and pulls it out slowly. Jungkook takes his hand out of Jimin’s boxers and wipes it on his own sweatpants; then, he hugs Jimin tight to his chest and kisses his temple.

Jimin hums happily, eyes fluttering shut as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop kissing his cheek, his jaw, his neck, and Jimin turns into putty in his arms. They stay like this for a few minutes, until their breathing goes back to normal and Jimin’s back to reality. 

His orgasm was mind-blowing and a lot better than the ones he gives himself. There’s just something about being touched by Jungkook that sets all of his senses into overdrive. Everything is ten times more intense and he’s certain his inexperience plays a huge part in that, but the fact that he’s being touched by the boy he’s head over heels in love with probably has a lot to do with it too.

“Why have we never done this before?” Jungkook asks after a while and it makes Jimin laugh. He wonders why too. It wasn’t as nerve-wracking as he imagined. They were so lost in the moment that everything came naturally. Jimin felt safe and comfortable the whole time. 

Jimin pulls back to smile at Jungkook. “I don’t know but we should do it more often,” he says before leaving soft pecks on Jungkook’s mouth.

“Yeah?” Jungkook says. “You liked it too?”

“I loved it.” Jimin brushes their noses together. “I love you.”

Jungkook smiles so big it sends butterflies to Jimin’s stomach. He looks so adorable despite how fucked out he looks. There are so much joy and pride in his eyes that Jimin’s heart fills with love and warmth.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook whispers as he strokes Jimin’s back in a loving gesture. Jimin is on cloud nine; his omega has never been more satisfied and he’s never felt more close to Jungkook. Jimin cups his cheeks to kiss him. “About that alpha,” Jungkook says when Jimin pulls back; it takes Jimin a while to understand what he’s talking about. He feels bad when he remembers what got them here in the first place.

“I lied,” Jimin shakes his head. “I’ve barely talked to the guy and I don’t even think he knows my name. I swear, Jungkook.” Jimin shakes his head. “I couldn’t care less about him. I just…” he sighs as he strokes Jungkook’s face. “I just wanted to make you jealous. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Jungkook pouts; Jimin kisses it away.

“I just wanted you to lose control,” Jimin shrugs. “I wanted you to do exactly what you just did. Like...” Jimin squirms uncomfortably on Jungkook’s lap. He’s all sweaty and sticky, he’s starting to feel gross. “You know how there’s been sexual tension between us since you presented?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow. “You feel it too right?”

“Of course, I do,” Jungkook chuckles. “It’s hard to be around you when all I want to do is rip your clothes off and claim you.”

A rush of arousal goes straight to Jimin’s cock and if Jungkook keeps talking like that, he might want to go again. Jimin’s happy to know he’s not crazy, Jungkook does want him too, just as bad as he does. Jungkook’s eyes fall to Jimin’s ripped shirt and grimaces.

“I’m sorry about this,” he says. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“It’s fine.” Jimin chuckles. “It was actually really hot.” he slides his hands down Jungkook’s biceps and winks at him. Jungkook snorts as he rolls his eyes at him. “And it’s not even my shirt.”

“Is it mine?” Jungkook frowns at him.

“Yep,” Jimin says. He kisses Jungkook before Jungkook can even complain. Jungkook groans against his mouth and pinches Jimin’s side in retaliation. Jimin yelps before breaking the kiss. “Stop! You never wear it anyway, it’s an old shirt.”

“Don’t do it again,” Jungkook says in a more serious tone and Jimin knows he means making him jealous. “If you want me just tell me and I’ll do whatever you want, Jimin.”

“I know,” Jimin sighs and brings their foreheads together. He closes his eyes and breathes him in. They both smell like each other and like sex. “I’m sorry for lying and making you jealous.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook kisses the tip of his nose.

“I just want you to initiate things more. I don’t want you to run away every time things get heated.”

“I just get nervous,” Jungkook admits, pulling back to look at Jimin. “I’m not good at controlling my wolf yet and I don’t want to accidentally hurt you. And I just…” he looks away and chews on his bottom lip.


“I just have no idea what I’m doing.” Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink, his scent turning slightly bitter from shame. Jimin nuzzles his cheek to comfort him, releasing calming pheromones to help him relax.

“Me neither,” Jimin breathes out. “It’s okay. We can figure it out together. No pressure.”

Jungkook smiles at him as he hugs him to his chest, his soft hands flat on Jimin’s back. Jimin rests his cheek on Jungkook’s forehead and wraps his arms around his neck.

“I really, really love you, Park Jimin,” Jungkook mumbles against his neck. Jimin’s heart flutters. He sighs happily and closes his eyes. “Let’s make it special.” Jungkook kisses his scent gland. “Our first time.”

“Everything is special with you,” Jimin whispers before kissing Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re very special to me.” he cups Jungkook’s face to stare at him straight into his eyes when he says it.

“You’re my everything.” Jungkook smiles up at him and Jimin feels like he’s going to melt from how fond and in love he is. “Let me make it special, okay. I’ll take care of it.”

“Mh,” Jimin hums as he pecks Jungkook’s mouth, “I can’t wait.”


“Whenever you’re ready, love.”


So, Jimin waits.

He waits a week, two weeks. The more he waits the more his anticipation grows and the more nervous he gets. He even visits Seokjin to ask him for advice on how to take a knot and how to please an alpha. Seokjin is eight years older than him and an omega too, he has way more experience than Jimin and gave him a lot of good advice.

Taking a knot outside of heat is a little bit more difficult but not impossible. Jungkook just needs to prep Jimin properly. Seokjin even suggested Jimin should prep himself beforehand if it made him more comfortable. Except, Jimin has no idea when they’re going to have sex so it’s not like he can plan anything out.

Jimin asked if it would hurt and Seokjin said it shouldn’t hurt too much if they’re careful and prep Jimin well. If it hurts, scenting is apparently a good way to help him relax. In the end, Seokjin said to just trust his omega and Jimin isn’t really sure what that means but he felt less nervous when he left Seokjin’s place. He’s as ready as he can be to have sex with Jungkook but Jungkook still hasn’t made a move.

College is kicking their asses, so they’ve barely had any time to explore more of what they did the last time they hooked up. It’s been so long that Jimin almost forgets they’re supposed to have sex.

So, when he gets out of the shower on a late Friday night, dressed in comfortable but not very flattering red PJs, his messy wet hair sticking out in places, Jimin doesn’t expect to find their bed covered in rose petals and a few lit candles all over their dresser. Jungkook is waiting for him by the bed, fidgeting with his fingers. 

The lights are off except for the one on Jungkook’s bedside table which makes for a very cozy and romantic atmosphere. The rose petals form a heart in the middle of the bed which is surrounded by more petals. It’s so cheesy but so romantic, so very much Jungkook, and the scene gives Jimin butterflies. Jimin brings a hand to his racing heart and gives him a soft smile.

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asks nervously. “I thought I’d try to make our first time romantic. Like in the movies,” he chuckles. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s dumb.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jimin breathes out. He steps in front of Jungkook and wraps his arms around his waist. “It’s not dumb, Jungkook,” he kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “I love it.”

Jungkook hugs Jimin’s shoulders and kisses his forehead. “Really?” Jimin nods. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not in the mood. Maybe, I should have asked beforehand.”

Jimin buries a giggle in Jungkook’s neck. He rubs his scent gland with his nose and inhales deeply. The dark chocolate scent fills his senses and makes him shiver. Jungkook always smells amazing. He smells like home.

“I’m always in the mood, babe,” Jimin mumbles before leaving a kiss behind Jungkook’s ear. “I’ve been waiting.” he kisses his neck. “I want to be with you.” Jimin pulls back and cups Jungkook’s face, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. Jungkook smiles. “I love you,” Jimin whispers before kissing him softly.

Jungkook sighs into the kiss and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. Jimin can feel his racing heart against his own chest and can smell how nervous he is. Jimin releases calming pheromones and starts purring to calm him down. It only takes a second for Jungkook to relax against his body, scent turning sweet with content.

“Are you sure you’re okay to do this?” Jimin asks after breaking the kiss. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

“I want to,” Jungkook says and there’s no trace of a lie on his face or in his scent. “I just want to make it good for you.”

“It’s you,” Jimin smiles. “It can only be good if it’s you.”

Jimin doesn’t care if it feels uncomfortable or if his first time isn’t really pleasurable, he’s just ecstatic about being with Jungkook in that way. He knows Jungkook inside out, knows every thought in his beautiful brain, every worry, and every fear; he knows every quirk and every dream. Jimin wants to know his body inside out too, wants to map it out with his own body. He wants a new type of intimacy with Jungkook, wants to feel one with him.

Jimin’s heart is racing from how much he loves Jungkook. His sweet, selfless Jungkook who’s more worried about making it good for him than his own experience. Every day, Jimin realizes how lucky he is to have found Jungkook. His one true love. His only love.

“No pressure, okay,” Jimin says before pecking Jungkook on the lips. “Let’s take it slow and do what feels right. Together.”

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers as he brings their foreheads together.

“I love you too.”

Jimin smiles and then catches Jungkook’s lips into a kiss. Jungkook responds with enthusiasm, soft lips sliding against Jimin’s with intent. He presses Jimin closer to his chest and runs his hands up and down his sides. Jimin tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth to tongue at Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook is quick to meet Jimin’s tongue with his own, sucking on the tip lightly. 

Jimin lets out a happy sigh as they hold each other and translate their love through gentle kisses. Jimin is filled with happiness, he feels warm and safe in Jungkook’s arms. Their bedroom is Jimin’s favorite room in their small apartment because it smells like them the most. It smells the most like home and Jimin often finds himself nesting on rainy days or lazy Sundays. He likes making his nest in the middle of the bed, with soft blankets, big pillows and Jungkook’s clothes. When he’s done he usually asks Jungkook to cuddle in his nest and Jungkook is always happy to oblige. It makes Jimin’s omega happy and it’s a great way for their wolves to bond.

Their kiss gradually starts to deepen. There’s a lot more tongue and Jungkook keeps nipping at Jimin’s bottom lip. The spikes of arousal in Jungkook’s scent triggers Jimin’s own arousal. Jimin runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and brings him impossibly closer. A small moan escapes his lips to land straight on Jungkook’s tongue when Jungkook slides his hands under his pajama shirt. Jimin’s skin breaks into goosebumps and something warm spreads in his belly. 

Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s tongue and his omega preens when Jungkook lets out a pleased grunt. Jimin’s hands travel down Jungkook’s chest to fist his shirt and pull him towards the bed. They stumble for a second but not enough to break the kiss. Jungkook holds onto Jimin’s waist and guides him to the bed. Jimin makes to lie down but Jungkook stops him. Jimin whines when Jungkook breaks the kiss and lets go of him to push the covers off the bed.

“Your heart,” Jimin gasps as the petals fall onto the floor in a messy pile. Some stray petals fall under their bed and even by their door frame. Cleaning up afterward won’t be fun.

“If we have sex on the petals they’re going to stick to you,” Jungkook says as he grabs Jimin’s waist and pushes him on the bed. Jimin yelps when his back hits the mattress and giggles when Jungkook jumps on him and bites at his neck.

“Not if I’m on top,” Jimin says as he hugs Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook pulls back to stare at him with a heated gaze.

“Mh, good point,” Jungkook says before biting at Jimin’s jaw. Jimin melts into the mattress, feeling comfortable under Jungkook’s body. “Do you want to be on top?”

Jimin has thought about riding Jungkook before, during his heat and in his wet dreams, and he can’t say he doesn’t love the idea. There’s just something about having Jungkook underneath him, making him feel good and seeing every reaction on his face that gets Jimin going. He likes the idea of being underneath Jungkook just as much. He’s willing to try anything. All he wants is to be able to look at Jungkook when they make love.

“Maybe,” Jimin shrugs and brushes Jungkook’s hair back. “We’ll see how things go, won’t we?” he smirks at Jungkook.

“Yeah, I guess we will,” Jungkook smirks back and then kisses Jimin. Jimin hums happily and wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook leans on his forearms on each side of Jimin’s face and tangles his fingers in his hair. 

Jimin’s hands travel down Jungkook’s sides to his waist before sliding under his shirt to feel his back. Jungkook shivers under his touch and Jimin can’t help but smile into the kiss. Jimin feels so comfortable and content making out with Jungkook in their own bed. The sheets smell like them, the dim lighting is romantic and Jimin realizes just now that the candles on their dresser are strawberry scented, just like Jimin. Jungkook chose candles that smell like Jimin and Jimin finds it so endearing because Jungkook is very particular with scents. Jimin’s omega is overjoyed at the idea that their alpha loves their scent.

The kiss quickly turns heated as they tilt their heads to shove their tongues deeper in each other’s mouths, sucking and biting on each other’s lips. Jungkook starts to roll his hips down on Jimin and Jimin drags his nails down Jungkook’s back, making him groan. Jimin’s breathing is getting heavier by the minute and he’s starting to feel hot in his clothes. Jimin slides Jungkook’s shirt up to his nape and Jungkook has to break the kiss to take it off. Jimin’s eyes trail down Jungkook’s sculpted chest and he can feel his dick twitch in his pajama pants.

Jimin runs a hand down his abs and playfully hooks his fingers in the hem of Jungkook’s sweatpants. Jungkook’s abs flex under Jimin’s touch and Jimin swears he can see his dick getting hard. Jimin licks his lips, mouth-watering at the sight of the V of Jungkook’s hips and the trail of hair that disappears under Jungkook’s pants. Jungkook drapes his body over Jimin and latches his lips on his neck. Jimin gasps when Jungkook bites on his scent gland, tilting his head back to expose more of it. 

Jimin can’t stop running his hands up and down Jungkook’s back. He loves the feeling of his hard muscles under his fingers, loves the way they move with Jungkook. Jungkook feels strong above him and it sends Jimin’s brain into overdrive. Jimin bucks his hips up and moans when their half-hard cocks press together.

It feels nice not to hold back, to know Jungkook isn’t going to run away at any moment. Jimin doesn’t have to be ashamed about how turned on he gets around Jungkook, doesn’t have to hide it anymore. It feels even better to see Jungkook turn desperate and worked up because of him. Jimin doesn’t even feel nervous, he feels completely comfortable and safe with Jungkook. A fire burns under Jimin’s skin and all he wants is to feel Jungkook everywhere.

“We could have put some music on,” Jimin breathes out. Jungkook’s lips on his neck feel heavenly and he can’t help but close his eyes, melting into the feeling.

“Next time,” Jungkook mumbles before sucking on a soft spot just under Jimin’s jaw. 

“You’re already thinking about next time, huh,” Jimin lets out a shaky laugh. Jungkook’s scent is so strong up this close, it’s hard for him to concentrate.

“And all the times after that.”

Jimin smiles as he slides his hands down Jungkook’s pants to squeeze his ass. Jungkook growls in the crook of his neck and it’s enough for a rush of slick to pool out of Jimin’s hole. Jimin grinds their crotches together, shuddering when pleasure courses through his body. Jungkook moans and grinds so hard it pushes Jimin into the mattress.

Jimin needs more than just a little dry humping. He needs to feel Jungkook’s skin on his and he desperately needs to be touched. There’s so much he wants to do and he’s never had much patience. Jimin pushes Jungkook’s sweatpants and boxers down his hips. His impatience makes Jungkook chuckle.

“You’re already trying to get me naked.”

“I need both of us to be naked, Jungkook,” Jimin says as he pushes Jungkook’s pants all the way to his knees. Then he runs his hands up the back of Jungkook’s thighs, reveling in how muscular they are, and up to his toned ass. Jungkook leaves a playful bite on his shoulder before hopping off the bed to take his sweatpants off.

Jimin rearranges himself on the bed until his head hits the pillows and starts unbuttoning his pajama shirt. Jungkook climbs back into the bed and kneels in between Jimin’s spread legs. Jimin’s eyes fall to Jungkook’s hard cock and as much as his mouth waters at the sight, anxiety also comes back in full force. It must be obvious in his scent because suddenly Jungkook is frowning.

“You okay?” he asks softly. He strokes Jimin’s thighs in comforting motions. Jimin ignores his question and finishes unbuttoning his shirt before taking throwing it on the floor. “Baby, answer me.”

“I’m okay,” Jimin says, looking up at Jungkook. His heart is beating in his throat but his dick still twitches at the sight of Jungkook’s naked body. Jungkook looks so beautiful it’s almost overwhelming how much Jimin is attracted to him. He’s the man of his dreams, with the biggest heart and the most beautiful soul. Jimin wants him so bad he doesn’t care that he’s nervous. “You’re just big,” Jimin admits. “I’m scared it’s going to hurt.”

“Oh,” Jungkook’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. He looks down at his dick and frowns at it like it personally wronged Jimin. A loud laugh bubbles in Jimin’s chest and Jimin can’t help but let it out. Jungkook looks up at him and pouts. “Why are you laughing?”

Jimin pulls him down by the shoulders and kisses him. Jimin is a mess, going from horny to nervous to bursting into laughs. Jungkook is just so adorable sometimes he can’t help but find it endearing. Jungkook grunts grumpily against Jimin’s lips before pulling back and Jimin just brushes his hair back and smiles.

“Seriously, what’s so funny?” Jungkook asks, a small frown on his face.

“You’re cute,” Jimin kisses his cheek. “It’s not your penis’ fault that it’s so big. No need to stare it down.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook hides his blushing face into Jimin’s neck and groans. Jimin loves the feeling of Jungkook’s naked chest on his a little bit too much. Heat pools in the pit of his stomach and his skin breaks into goosebumps. Jungkook feels big and strong on top of him, his abs hard against Jimin’s softer stomach. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook whispers sincerely.

“I know,” Jimin presses his cheek on the side of Jungkook’s head and strokes his hair. “I asked Seokjin for advice and he said that if we prep me well enough it shouldn’t hurt too much.”

“You told Seokjin about our sex life?” Jungkook pulls back and quirks an eyebrow at Jimin.

“He tells me about his sex life all the time,” Jimin chuckles. “I just needed advice from a more experienced omega.”

“What else did he say?”

“Just to go slow and if it hurts too much you should scent me to help me relax,” Jimin shrugs. 

“Okay,” Jungkook kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose. “We’ll do that, then.”

“I’m sure I’ll learn to love your big dick, anyway.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and his face turns red. Jimin can’t help but laugh again as he hugs him tighter to his chest. 

“You’re way too shameless,” Jungkook rolls his eyes but his face breaks into a smile too.

“Sue me for liking my boyfriend’s body,” Jimin says. Jungkook yelps when Jimin tickles his sides. He takes Jimin’s wrists and pins them above his head. More slick pool out of Jimin’s ass and the smell is very obvious. A flicker of something crosses Jungkook’s eyes.

“I’m glad you like my body,” Jungkook admits and smirks.

“Don’t let it inflate your ego, alpha,” Jimin winks at him. A low rumble resonates in Jungkook’s chest the same way it does every time Jimin addresses him as alpha. Jungkook brushes their noses together before trailing kisses down Jimin’s cheek and neck. Jimin turns his head to the side and lets out a pleased sigh when Jungkook licks over his scent gland. Jungkook still hasn’t let go of his wrists but the grip around them is light enough that Jimin can easily break out of his hold if he wanted to. But turns out Jimin kind of likes being pinned down. “Show me what that body can do,” Jimin says in a sultry voice as he runs his foot up Jungkook’s thigh.

“Probably nothing too mind-blowing,” Jungkook mumbles and this time the spike of anxiety comes from his scent. “Don’t expect anything too spectacular.”

Jimin pouts not because he’s disappointed at Jungkook’s words but because Jungkook is self-conscious. There’s a lot of pressure on alphas’ shoulders to perform well in the bedroom. Society sees it as proof of an alpha’s worth. If they can’t satisfy their omega then they don’t deserve to be with them. Jimin thinks these expectations are stupid and he doesn’t want Jungkook to think he agrees with them.

“I don’t care, Jungkook,” Jimin whispers. “It doesn’t have to be mind-blowing and I don’t expect you to perform in any type of way. I just want to make love with you.”

Jungkook pulls back to stare at Jimin. He stares at him for so long Jimin starts to feel self-conscious too. Then Jungkook kisses him hard and Jimin is taken aback. His grip on Jimin’s wrists tightens and he pushes his tongue between Jimin’s lips right away. It takes a second for Jimin’s brain to catch up but when he does he responds with as much enthusiasm. 

Jimin whimpers when Jungkook rolls his hips down. The fire in Jimin’s belly comes back to life in full force and it’s ignited by the way Jungkook’s scent turns sharp with desire and the way Jungkook kisses him like he needs it to survive. Jungkook’s scent fills all of Jimin’s senses so quick it makes Jimin feel dizzy.

Jimin hooks his feet behind Jungkook’s thighs and bucks his hips up, eliciting a moan from Jungkook. Soon they’re panting in each other’s mouths and the kiss turns wet and messy. Jimin’s slick is starting to soak his boxers and his scent becomes more prominent. Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s wrists to run his hands down his chest. Jimin is so overwhelmed by it all that he has to break the kiss. He gasps when Jungkook starts kissing down his chest. His mouth feels hot and wet against his own heated skin. Jimin fists the pillows above his head and keeps his eyes trained on Jungkook.

“I love you so much,” Jungkook mumbles in between open-mouthed kisses and it goes straight to Jimin’s cock. His heart fills with warmth and he can’t help but moan when Jungkook’s lips close around his nipple.

“I love you too,” Jimin’s voice breaks on a whine when Jungkook bites the hardening nub of his nipple. He strokes Jimin’s sides with the tips of his fingers so lightly it almost tickles. Jimin buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair and holds onto it to keep himself grounded. The sudden mood change is giving Jimin whiplash.

Jungkook rubs his thumb over Jimin’s other nipple and looks at him through his eyelashes. He seems to be looking for approval and Jimin more than approves of his ministrations.

“Feels good,” Jimin breathes out and a pleased growl rumbles in Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook hooks his fingers on the hem of Jimin’s pajama pants and pulls them and his boxers down his legs. Jimin lifts his hips to make it easier and then Jungkook throws them on the floor. Jimin is finally naked too and his arousal is so obvious it makes him blush. Jungkook flicks Jimin’s nipple with his tongue one last time before trailing his kisses lower, all the way to his belly.

His mouth is so close to Jimin’s cock that Jimin can’t help but buck his hips up. Jimin’s desperation makes Jungkook chuckle. Jungkook sucks a hickey on the skin of Jimin’s hips as his hands travel to Jimin’s thighs. He plays with the flesh, digging his fingers in the soft skin, leaving light pink marks behind.

Jungkook licks over the hickey he just made and then leaves a kiss on Jimin’s navel right by his cock, then another on the other side of his cock and then Jimin gasps loudly when Jungkook licks a hot trail up the underside of it. It sends electricity up Jimin’s spine and makes his dick twitch. It’s a foreign sensation, to have a tongue on his cock and Jimin loves it.

Jungkook pulls back and stares at Jimin nervously. He’s leaning on his arms above Jimin, looking so big and broad looming over him like this.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” Jungkook asks. His eyes are dark, his hair falling into his eyes. He looks so good Jimin swears he could come just by watching him.

“Only if you want to,” Jimin replies, sounding hesitant. He doesn’t want Jungkook to do something he’s not comfortable with but the idea of having his mouth around his cock sounds amazing.

“I want to.”

“Okay,” Jimin smiles and strokes his cheek. Jungkook kisses the palm of his hand and then the inside of his wrist.

“Tell me if it feels good,” Jungkook says as he lowers himself to the level of Jimin’s cock.

“I will.”

Jimin gulps in anticipation. He releases a shaky breath when Jungkook takes his cock in his hand and runs his thumb over his cockhead. Then he gasps when Jungkook wraps his lips around the tip. Jungkook’s mouth is so warm around his cock it feels heavenly. Jungkook looks hesitant, like he’s not sure what to do but it’s quickly replaced by a determined look. 

Jungkook sucks on Jimin’s cockhead, flicking the slit with his tongue. It elicits a moan from Jimin who doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He doesn’t want to grip Jungkook’s hair because he doesn’t want to pressure Jungkook into moving any faster than he’s ready to, so he decides to grip the sheets instead.

Jungkook pulls back to take a breath and then tries to sink down on Jimin’s cock. He doesn’t manage to go too far so he wraps his hand around the base of Jimin’s cock. Jimin throws his head back and whimpers at how good it feels. Jungkook starts to bob his head up and down in slow movements and Jimin swears he can see stars. There’s no technique behind what Jungkook is doing but it’s the first time Jimin has his cock in someone’s mouth and his lack of experience makes everything ten times more intense. 

Jimin can already feel his orgasm building in his stomach which surprises him because he usually can hold off much, much longer when he touches himself. It just feels a lot different when it’s Jungkook touching him. 

Jungkook pulls off of his cock and stares at Jimin, still pumping him in slow strokes with his hand. “Does this feel alright?”

“Feels great,” Jimin says between gritted teeth. “You’re doing great, babe.”

Jungkook smiles and then goes back to work. He kisses the tip of Jimin’s cock before sinking down again. This time he sucks Jimin off faster and tries to push more of it inside of his mouth on each way down, until it hits the back of his throat and he has to pull off because he’s gagging.

“You okay?” Jimin asks with a worried expression on his face.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says once he’s done coughing. His face is red and he’s looking anywhere but at Jimin.

“Go slow, Jungkook,” Jimin advises. “I swear you’re doing well.”

Jungkook replies by leaving a soft kiss on Jimin’s hip and it makes Jimin smile. Jungkook has always been an overachiever so it’s no surprise that that aspect of his personality manifests in the bedroom. Jimin has always found it endearing.

Jungkook is quick to try again. He sucks on Jimin’s cockhead hard, making Jimin's back arch at the sudden pleasure. Jungkook licks at the slit before taking more of Jimin’s cock in his mouth. He sucks his cheeks in every time he comes up and doesn’t try to push it in too far. He strokes what he can’t take in his mouth with his hand and moves his free hand to Jimin’s balls to play with them. Soft sounds of pleasure spill out of Jimin’s mouth and he seriously can’t believe they’ve never done this before. It feels amazing. Jimin can’t wait to have a go at it too. He wants to feel Jungkook’s cock on his tongue and wants to make him feel good too.

Jungkook seems to have found the best way to suck Jimin off without making himself gag all the while making Jimin feel good. Praises spill out of Jimin’s mouth in between whimpers and he can feel his orgasm gradually building in the pit of his stomach. It’s only been a minute or two but Jimin doesn’t think he can hold it in much longer. Jungkook is a fast learner and any other day Jimin would just come like this but he’s not sure he has enough stamina to handle multiple orgasms yet. Plus, he’d like to come with Jungkook inside of him.

“Oh, Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out when Jungkook gives another harsh suck to his cockhead. Jimin’s thighs are starting to tremble, he’s way too close to coming. “Babe, stop, stop,” he says as he buries a hand in Jungkook’s hair to push him away.

Jungkook frowns but does as he’s told. “Not good?” he asks. He looks absolutely sinful with his red and wet lips, his messy hair and his broad shoulders. He’s still stroking Jimin with his hand and Jimin has to push it away too.

“No, it’s…,” Jimin tries to speak but he’s panting heavily. “It’s really good. I’m just close.”

“Oh,” Jungkook’s worried expression turns into a smug one and Jimin rolls his eyes at him. Jungkook climbs up Jimin’s body until he’s hovering above him and then kisses him. He tastes bitter and it takes Jimin a minute to realize he tastes like pre-cum. The fact he’s tasting himself on Jungkook’s tongue turns Jimin on even more. “Did you really like it?” Jungkook asks once he breaks the kiss.

“I did,” Jimin smiles up at him. “Really.”


“Did you?” Jimin asks nervously. Thankfully he took a shower before this so hopefully he didn’t taste too bad. Jungkook smirks and buries his face in Jimin’s neck to suck on his scent gland.

“I love how you sound when I make you feel good,” Jungkook says. He grazes his teeth up Jimin’s neck and a shaky breath escapes Jimin’s lips.

“How do I sound?” Jimin whispers. He trails his hands up Jungkook’s back and whimpers when Jungkook grinds their cocks together. Jungkook’s cock is heavy on him and Jimin’s omega feels excited. 

“So sweet,” Jungkook trails kisses up Jimin’s jaw and cheek. “Turns me on so much.”

Jimin loves hearing Jungkook say that. It makes him feel sexy and beautiful. Jungkook doesn’t say things like that very often because he’s too shy so it's even more special. Jimin scratches his nails up Jungkook’s back, smiling when it makes Jungkook shudder. Jungkook catches his lips into a sensual kiss.

Jimin feels hot all over, he loves feeling Jungkook’s body on him and it almost feels like their hearts are beating at once. Jungkook touches him like he’s a delicate thing to worship and cherish. He cups Jimin’s face in his hands, stroking his cheeks lovingly. He kisses him like he’s the most important person in his life. It makes Jimin feel loved and wanted. Jimin loves him just as fiercely, sometimes so much so his heart can barely handle it.

When he’s with Jungkook, the world doesn’t exist anymore. Time stops and Jimin is certain he’ll feel this way forever. He’s certain he wants to be by Jungkook’s side forever.

Jimin needs to feel Jungkook inside of him. He wants to share his body with Jungkook just like he shares everything with him. It’s like an itch under his skin, a deep-rooted need to feel Jungkook. His omega is getting desperate and is tired of tiptoeing around everything. He wants to show Jungkook how much he wants him and he doesn’t care if he looks desperate. It’s hard to feel self-conscious when Jungkook makes him feel good about himself every day. He always compliments him, supports him in everything he does and is the least judgmental person Jimin’s ever met. He’s the only person Jimin can truly be himself around so he doesn’t care about how needy he gets.

Jimin is so wet and his hole keeps clenching around nothing. He doesn’t even have the heart to feel nervous because he knows Jungkook will make it good for him. It doesn’t matter if he’s inexperienced because there’s no way Jungkook won’t try and do his best until Jimin is fully satisfied. He’s selfless like that, always puts Jimin before himself and Jimin tries to do the same to him.

Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip and gives it a teasing lick before pulling back. They pant in each other’s mouths and stare at each other. The way they look at each other is always worth a thousand words. Jimin feels breathless from how much love he can see in Jungkook’s eyes and he’s so overwhelmed and in love, he almost wants to cry.

“I want you, Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “I want you so bad.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and brushes their noses together. His scent turns bitter with anxiety again but it’s almost imperceptible compared to how turned on and happy he smells. Jimin gets it, he’s nervous too but he doesn’t want to stop and he knows Jungkook wants it just as much as he does.

Jimin wonders if Jungkook’s ever thought about this. If he’s ever thought about making love to him. Did he think about how good Jimin would feel around his cock and touched himself to these thoughts? What did he think about during his rut? Jimin hopes he thought about him and only him.

Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on Jimin’s cheek before kneeling in between his legs. Jimin is shameless, Jungkook was right about that. He spreads his legs wide until his hole is fully exposed. His reaction is immediate when his eyes fall to Jimin’s wet entrance. He parts his lips and takes a deep breath as if it’ll make him taste Jimin on his tongue, his hands close into tight fists and his dick twitches. Jimin’s omega is more than satisfied by that reaction.

Jungkook may have seen him naked before but he’s never seen him like this. Jimin feels good about himself, he knows he’s attractive, especially to Jungkook so he feels confident in this moment. He bites on his bottom lip and lifts his foot to stroke Jungkook’s bulging thigh. Jungkook’s dick twitches again at the touch and his hands come to rest on Jimin’s knees. He pushes Jimin’s legs towards his chest and spreads them even wider.

“Well,” Jimin breaks the intense silence. “What do you think?”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Jungkook breathes out. His pupils are blown wide and his scent is so strong it envelops Jimin’s whole body. Jimin can’t smell his strawberry scent anymore but he doesn’t mind being consumed by Jungkook’s dark chocolate one. He prefers it just like he prefers when Jungkook smells like strawberries. “You’re so wet,” Jungkook looks in awe when he says it. “Didn’t think you’d be this wet.”

Jimin’s asscheeks are coated in slick and he can feel it on his inner thighs too. Jimin doesn’t usually get this wet when he touches himself but he noticed he gets especially wet when it’s Jungkook working him up. He feels a lot calmer knowing it should ease Jungkook’s cock in and he wonders if that’s what Seokjin meant when he said he should trust his omega. Perhaps his omega is looking out for him and preparing his body for it to be as painless as possible.

“It’s because it’s you,” Jimin says. “You’re the one who’s making me like this.”

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin’s omega keens and another rush of slick comes out of his ass. Apparently, praise turns him on.

“Touch me, Jungkook,” Jimin whines. He’s getting impatient. “Get me ready for you.”

“Should I do it like last time?” Jungkook’s eyes finally leave Jimin’s hole to look at him with a worried gaze. “I just…,” he clears his throat, “put my finger in?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods. “Start with one finger and I’ll tell you when you can add more. You have to stretch me.”

“Okay,” Jungkook breathes out. He slides his hands down Jimin’s thighs slowly and looks hesitant the closer he gets to Jimin’s hole. Jimin can’t help but smile at him. Jimin has fingered himself before so he knows he can take at least two of Jungkook’s pretty easily. He’s never told Jungkook about it though.

“It won’t hurt me,” Jimin says. “I touch myself when you’re not around.”

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at him and something dark crosses his face. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve fingered myself before,” Jimin takes Jungkook’s hand and guides it to his hole. Jungkook lets out a shaky breath and his eyes fall back to his entrance. “When I’m in heat or when I’m alone.”

Jungkook gulps nervously but it’s quickly replaced by that same determined look from earlier. He brings his middle finger to Jimin’s hole and circles around it, coating his finger with slick. Jimin shivers at the touch and his eyes fall shut when Jungkook pushes the tip in.

“What do you think about?” Jungkook asks as he pushes more of his finger in. Jimin’s walls part very easily for Jungkook’s finger and like Jimin noticed last time they did this, it’s a lot longer than his own. It feels ten times better to be touched by Jungkook and Jimin’s always had a thing for Jungkook’s hands so the thought of having his fingers inside of him turns him on to no end. The stretch burns a little bit but it’s nothing too bad and it’s quickly replaced by the faint beginnings of pleasure. It’s not mind-blowing but it’s not bad either. It’s just a foreign feeling just because he’s not used to having Jungkook’s fingers inside of him and because Jungkook doesn’t know what makes him tick just yet. Jimin is more than happy to teach him though.

“You,” Jimin breathes out. “I always think about you.”

“And what do I do when you think about me?”

Once Jungkook’s finger is all the way in, Jungkook pulls it out until only the tip is inside and pushes it back in ever so slowly.

“I think about you doing this,” Jimin says, eyes fixated on the movement of Jungkook’s hand. “I think about you making love to me. Think about you doing many things to me and I to you.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out. He wraps a hand around his cock and squeezes the base as if the words were enough to make him come. “I think about you too,” Jungkook licks his lips and throws a glance at Jimin who’s staring right at him. “When I touch myself, I can only think about you.”

Jimin smiles smugly, more than pleased by the admission. The thought of Jungkook coming with Jimin’s name on his lips, head full of just Jimin, makes something churn in his stomach. Jungkook probably looks beautiful when he touches himself. As beautiful as he looks now.

Jungkook keeps fucking him with his finger very slowly until the slide becomes effortless. Then Jimin becomes impatient again, needing more. He bucks his hips up but Jungkook doesn’t seem to get the hint. His eyes are fixated on his finger coming in and out of Jimin’s hole, parted lips and reddened cheeks making him look incredible.

Pleasure is finally building up in Jimin’s stomach but not to the point where’s he’s close to coming. It’s simmering under his skin and makes him feel relaxed.

“You can add one more,” Jimin says.


Jungkook takes his finger out and coats his index finger with slick then he circles both of his fingers around Jimin’s hole before pushing them in. There’s more resistance this time and Jimin can tell Jungkook is hesitating.

“Keep going,” he encourages him.

Jungkook does. He pushes them in so very slowly and Jimin can feel every inch of his fingers against his walls. 

“You’re really tight,” Jungkook says between gritted teeth.

“It gets better after a while.”

Jimin releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Jungkook is all the way in. The stretch is definitely more painful than usual and he can’t help but let worry wash over him. He can’t imagine how bad it’s going to hurt when Jungkook puts his cock in him or when he knots him.

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook asks as soon as Jimin’s scent turns bitter. He caresses Jimin’s thigh in comforting motions and Jimin relaxes into the touch.

“I’m fine,” Jimin says. He’s not lying, he can handle the slight pain and it’s already fading away. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Jungkook nods and pulls his fingers out before pushing them back in. He repeats the motion a few times before it starts to feel good for Jimin and when it truly turns into pleasure Jimin is more than overwhelmed. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, lips parting on broken moans. The more he moans the more confident Jungkook becomes and he starts fucking him a little bit faster.

Jimin fists the sheets by his sides and spreads his legs wider. He’s made himself feel this good before so Jimin is used to the feeling but somehow it’s different because it’s Jungkook. Different and better.

Jungkook wraps his free hand around Jimin’s cock and it elicits a whine from Jimin. He runs his thumb over Jimin’s cockhead over and over, and Jimin is thankful because the pain is completely gone and fully replaced by pure pleasure.

Jimin allows himself to imagine how good it will feel when Jungkook’s fingers will be replaced by his cock. If it feels as good as it does now, Jimin will lose his mind.

“Oh, that feels good,” Jimin praises Jungkook and Jungkook replies with a pleased growl. “Faster, please.”

Jungkook does as he’s told. The slide is a lot easier because Jimin keeps getting wetter the more Jungkook fucks him. After a while, Jungkook twists his fingers and Jimin wonders what he’s doing until his back arches and it feels like he’s been punched with pleasure. Jungkook’s found his prostate and it’s the first time Jimin feels it. He’s heard about it, knows it’s supposed to make it good for him and god does it feel amazing.

“Fuck, right there, Jungkook,” Jimin whines. “Do that again.”

“Right here?” Jungkook asks and he finds Jimin’s prostate so fast it’s mind-blowing. Jimin’s back arches off the mattress again and his hands fly to the pillow under his head.

“Yes!” he cries out. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It was a lot easier to find than I thought,” Jungkook says as he rubs the tips of his fingers on Jimin’s sweet spot. Jimin is going to lose his mind, it feels way too good for him not to come.

“Oh, stop, you’re gonna make me come.”

Jungkook chuckles and pulls his fingers out before pushing them back in, avoiding Jimin’s prostate on purpose. Jimin pushes Jungkook’s hand away from his cock because even that is too much.

“You could really come from this?” Jungkook asks, sounding genuinely curious.


“That’s hot.”

“And you’re way too good at this,” Jimin lets out a breathy chuckle. “You can try to add another finger.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods. He’s not sure if he can handle it but he won’t know until he tries.

Jungkook pulls out and a few seconds later he pushes three fingers inside of Jimin. They go in a lot easier than Jimin expected and he wonders if it’ll be the same for Jungkook’s cock. His hole gets used to the stretch a lot faster and Jungkook looks just as impressed as Jimin is.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Jimin says. His brain-to-mouth filter is completely gone, he couldn’t care less about what he’s saying. He just wants Jungkook to know how he feels, to know how good he makes him feel. “Want your cock so bad.”

A low growl rumbles in Jungkook’s chest and the pace of his fingers quickens. Jimin can tell he’s holding his alpha back. His cock is so hard and red, it looks painful. Jimin feels for him, he really does. Jungkook hasn’t been touched since they started this and he’s been so good to Jimin. Jungkook clearly wants Jimin just as bad and it probably kills him not to be able to just put his cock in him.

Jungkook is fucking him so well with his fingers, alternating between thrusting in and out of him and rubbing at his prostate. It’s becoming hard for Jimin to breathe and to hold his noises in. He moans, whimpers and cries out when it feels especially good. 

Jungkook fucks him like that for a few minutes and Jimin’s head is in the clouds. His orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach and he really thinks he could come just from this and be satisfied. They’ll have to try it out one day.

Jimin’s body is glistening with a thin layer of sweat and his hair sticks to his forehead. His inner thighs are drenched in slick and Jungkook’s hand and wrist are no better. 

“I think…,” Jimin tries to speak between moans but it’s hard when Jungkook is so good with his fingers. “I think I’m ready, Jungkook.”

Jungkook pulls his fingers out and bends over Jimin to kiss his cheek. “Are you sure? I can keep going for as long as you need, baby.”

Jimin sighs happily as Jungkook peppers kisses all over his face. He smiles and manages to catch his lips in a quick peck.

“I’m sure,” Jimin nods as he stares deep into Jungkook’s eyes. He’s ready, his omega is ready and like Seokjin said Jimin is going to trust his instincts.

“Okay,” Jungkook whispers before kissing Jimin.

He kneels in between Jimin’s legs and his eyes fall to Jimin’s stretched hole. Jimin clenches on nothing and more slick pools out. Jungkook gathers the excess slick on his fingers and smears it over his hard cock. He winces when he finally touches himself and his dick twitches in his own hand. 

He strokes himself once, twice and then he looks up. Jimin knows just by looking in eyes that he’s asking for permission to go on. Jimin gives him an encouraging smile and tries not to let anxiety wash over him. He needs to be as relaxed as possible.

Jungkook guides the tip of his cock to Jimin’s entrance and lets out a shaky breath. He looks nervous too. It’s obvious his alpha wants to get this show on the road from the way his muscles are bulging and from the way his scent is all over the place, betraying how worked up he really is.

Jimin takes a deep breath and then Jungkook pushes in. It hurts instantly and it’s hard for Jungkook to push past the first ring of muscle. Jimin breathes out and closes his eyes, trying his best to forget about the pain and to relax. His omega releases more slick in an attempt to make it easier for both of them.

Jungkook rests one hand next to Jimin’s side to lean on it and a broken groan escapes his lips. 

“Fuck, you’re really tight,” Jungkook says and Jimin can’t even reply. He breathes in and out as best as he can. When Jungkook manages to push his cockhead past Jimin’s rim he drops his head on Jimin’s shoulder. “Shit.”

“You’re fucking big,” Jimin says between gritted teeth. He’s a lot bigger than Jimin imagined and a lot bigger than three of his fingers. “Try to pull out and push back in. Just…,” he groans when Jungkook moans and pain shoots up his spine. “Go slowly.”

“It hurts doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jimin admits, “but keep going. It’ll get better.”

Jungkook does as Jimin asks, pulling in and out of him in slow motions, every time pushing more of his cock in. The more Jungkook does it the easier it gets for Jimin and the more the pain subsides. Jimin doesn’t feel any pleasure though, he’s just trying to will his body to take all of Jungkook.

Jungkook is panting in the crook of his neck and his whole body is trembling. Jimin runs his hands up and down his back to comfort him but they’re both overwhelmed. Jungkook leans on his forearms on each side of Jimin’s head and fists the pillows. He’s still fucking in and out of Jimin in very small thrusts to ease Jimin into it. 

Jungkook is sweating above him, his dick keeps twitching inside of Jimin and small grunts escape out of his mouth. Jimin brushes his lips against his bicep and pushes through it. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook says when he’s halfway in. “I’m going to come, Jimin. I can’t do it.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jimin reassures him. He must be so tight and hot around Jungkook’s cock, unlike anything Jungkook’s ever felt. “Calm down,” Jimin whispers, peppering kisses on his shoulder and releasing calming pheromones. Jungkook relaxes in his hold. “Come if you have to.”

“Don’t want to,” Jungkook says. “Fuck, Jimin, I can’t come like this.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I want to make you feel good,” he groans and pulls back to hover over Jimin. Then he looks straight into his eyes and starts properly fucking him. Jimin gasps and digs his nails in Jungkook’s shoulders. They look into each other’s eyes as Jungkook finally makes love to him and finally it’s starting to feel good for Jimin. With Jungkook pressed to his chest, he can feel him everywhere. He can feel every inch of him inside of him and all he can think about, all he can smell and look at is him.

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out reverently. He spreads his legs wider and moans when the angle becomes better. “I love you,” Jimin whispers.

“I love you too,” Jungkook smiles down at him. He looks fucked out already and he looks like he’s really enjoying it. Jimin wants to know how much he enjoys it. How good his body makes him feel.

“Do you like fucking me?” Jimin asks, eyes fluttering shut when the tip of Jungkook’s cock brushes against his prostate just slightly. “Ah, Jungkook, you were so close.”

“You feel so fucking good, Jimin,” Jungkook growls and angles his hips differently. He misses Jimin’s prostate and tries to find another angle again. “You have no idea how perfect you feel.”

“You too,” Jimin says and he’s not lying. The pain is gone now and his spine is tingling with pleasure every time Jungkook pushes in. Jungkook’s rhythm is slow but deep and Jimin loves every second of it. “It’s good,” he chokes on a moan. “You feel good.”

“Really?” Jungkook asks. He’s frowning, getting frustrated with not being able to find Jimin’s prostate.

“Really,” Jimin nods and smiles up at him. Jungkook always comes so close to hitting his sweet spot but he can’t seem to find the perfect angle. Jimin pushes on his shoulders and Jungkook looks confused. “Put your arms under my legs,” Jimin guides him.

Jungkook kneels in between Jimin’s legs and hooks his arms under them before bending over Jimin again.

“Like this?”

“Yes, try like this.”

Jungkook looks down at his cock inside of Jimin and pulls out slowly until his cockhead catches on Jimin’s rim. When he pushes back in, Jimin’s slick makes a squelching sound that turns Jimin’s cheeks pink. The angle is much better like this and Jungkook’s cock brushes right past his prostate.

“Almost, baby,” Jimin whines. “Keep going.”

When Jungkook finally finds it, Jimin cries out so loud he’s certain the neighbors will hear. He throws his head back and his toes flex with pleasure.

“Finally,” Jungkook grunts out and then he goes for that spot over and over again. 

Jimin bites on his bottom lip to lower the volume of his moans but it’s hard when he sees stars every time Jungkook hits his prostate dead on. Jimin digs his nails in Jungkook’s biceps and holds onto them for dear life. This position is working wonders for him.

“More,” Jimin moans. “Go faster, Jungkook.”

Jungkook curses under his breath but he repositions himself on the sheets and starts fucking Jimin in faster and shorter strokes. Each stroke takes Jimin’s breath away and he can’t believe he's lived this long without sex. He can’t believe it feels this good for his first time. He can’t imagine how sex will be when they both have more experience.

Jimin’s whole body is shuddering with pleasure and his mind is going haywire. Jungkook feels so good inside of him he doesn’t ever want him to pull out. Jungkook fucks into him faster until his hips slap loudly against Jimin’s ass and Jimin yelps in surprise. When he opens his eyes, Jungkook is staring at him, eyes dark with arousal. His hair is stuck to his forehead and his shoulders look bigger than usual from that position.

Jungkook alternates between fucking him deep and slow, and hard and fast and it’s giving Jimin whiplash. Jimin’s hands fly to every part of Jungkook’s body he can reach, from his shoulders to his forearms to his thighs. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, everything feels amazing. He couldn’t wish for anyone else, Jungkook is making love to him absolutely perfectly.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut when his thrusts become erratic and Jimin can tell he’s close. Jimin doesn’t want it to stop but he knows it must be hard for Jungkook to hold off his orgasm. He’s been doing so well this whole time, he deserves to come.

Jimin wraps a hand around his cock and matches his strokes to Jungkook’s rhythm.

“You’re fucking me so good, alpha,” Jimin says. He tries to sound as sultry as he can while moaning. His body is jostled up the bed at every thrust so it’s hard for him to even breathe properly. A low growl resonates in Jungkook’s chest. “Such a good alpha,” Jimin praises. “You take such good care of your omega.”

Jungkook buries his face in Jimin’s neck and the change in angle is even better than before. Jimin can’t help but be loud and judging by Jungkook’s responding moans, he likes it just as much. 

“Jimin, I’m gonna come soon,” Jungkook’s voice is strained from the effort of holding himself back.

“Yeah?” Jimin breathes out. “You’re gonna come for me?”

Jungkook whines and bites Jimin’s neck to muffle his growls. Jimin’s eyes widen and he gasps when he feels Jungkook’s cock getting bigger. He totally forgot about Jungkook’s knot. Anxiety rises in his chest and he unconsciously clenches around Jungkook. Jungkook jerks his hips forward and winces when the pressure around his cock becomes even tighter.

“Baby, you need to relax,” Jungkook says and he instantly buries his nose in Jimin’s scent gland to scent him. His dark chocolate scent washes over Jimin and the results are immediate. Jimin relaxes into Jungkook’s scent and exposes more of his neck. His hands fall limp to his sides and he closes his eyes. Anxiety is replaced by content to the point Jimin starts purring. “That’s it, baby,” Jungkook praises. “You’re doing so well,” he kisses up Jimin’s neck as his knot grows bigger. “You’re gonna take my knot, baby?”

The stretch is a lot more intense than just Jungkook’s dick but it’s not as painful as Jimin imagined. Jimin’s omega is reveling in the feeling of finally being knotted, which makes it easier for Jungkook to lock himself inside of Jimin. Jimin’s breathing is erratic, heart beating so hard he can feel it in his throat.

Jungkook is whining in the crook of his neck and his hips keep jerking forward as if he could go any deeper.

“Jungkook, oh my god,” Jimin gasps. “Come for me, baby.”

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to tip over the edge. He grinds his cock inside of Jimin until his hips freeze and finally he comes undone right in Jimin’s arms. Jimin comes as soon as he feels Jungkook’s come shooting up his ass, his own come painting his fingers white as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Jimin arches his back off the mattress and buries his free hand in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook bites Jimin’s neck and moans loudly, rolling his hips against Jimin’s ass until he’s done.

Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s legs and his whole body sags against Jimin’s. They hold each other, heavy breaths sounding loud in the quiet of their bedroom until they come down from their orgasms.

Jimin can’t believe they actually had sex. Jungkook is knot deep inside of him and he’s already thinking about next time. He can’t wait to have sex with Jungkook over and over again. He feels closer than he’s ever been to Jungkook and he can’t help but smile. He brushes his nose against the side of Jungkook’s head and breathes him in. Jungkook; his Jungkook.

It’s not the most comfortable position to be locked together in. After a while, Jungkook starts to get heavy and Jimin can barely breathe. He shakes Jungkook’s shoulder but Jungkook doesn’t budge. Jimin wonders if he passed out.

“Jungkook,” Jimin says. “You’re going to suffocate me.”

Jungkook chuckles before pulling back. He rolls them over until Jimin is straddling him. “I’ve heard that one before,” Jungkook says. Jimin smiles down at him and rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“And yet, you never learn.”

“I’m sorry for crushing you after I worked hard to make love to you.”

Jimin chuckles and pinches him in the shoulder but Jungkook doesn’t even wince. Jungkook rests his hands on the small of Jimin’s back and kisses the top of his head. Jimin feels so content he could stay like this forever. Jungkook’s knot makes him feel so full and like he’s finally complete. If he had no control over his omega, Jimin would probably be drooling right now, and if his back wasn’t so sore he’d probably try to go again.

Jimin cups Jungkook’s face and kisses him softly, making the alpha hum happily. Jimin peppers kisses over his whole face and then buries his face in Jungkook’s neck to rub his cheek over his scent gland.

“It was perfect,” Jimin mumbles. “You made our first time perfect.”

We did,” Jungkook corrects him as he runs his hands up Jimin’s back. “You looked so beautiful and you took my knot so well. Still taking it.”

Jimin pulls aways to smile down at him. He strokes Jungkook’s face reverently with the tip of his fingers. His heart is so full of love for the boy underneath him and there’s no one he’d rather be with. Jungkook’s arms feel like home, his whole being feels like home. Jimin can tell his love is reciprocated from the way Jungkook looks at him like he’s the most precious person in his life.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispers, awe clear in his voice.

“Jimin,” Jungkook smiles at him.

“I love you so much,” Jimin runs a finger down the slope of Jungkook’s nose. Jungkook parts his lips to reply but Jimin cuts him before he has the chance to speak. “I don’t want to be with anyone else but you,” he runs his finger down Jungkook’s neck and stops at the junction between his neck and shoulder. “I’ll never want anyone else but you. If you’ll have me, I want to become your mate.”

Jungkook’s face breaks into a beaming smile that Jimin reciprocates. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s racing heart against his chest and he smiles wider when Jungkook’s scent turns impossibly sweet with happiness.

“I couldn’t dream of a better mate to spend the rest of my life with.”

Jimin feels like crying from happiness. He loves Jungkook with his entire being and, like he just did when they made love, he plans on showing him for the rest of his life. Tonight was the first of many.

Jungkook is his one and only.