Jimin.
Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about Jimin. The alpha was lying on his back, eyes staring straight up at the living room ceiling, mind running wild with the knowledge that the blonde was sleeping in a room so close to him.
All night he had felt fine. Sure, there were a few instances where the younger might've let some impure thoughts run through his head, a few times when he paid attention to certain details of Jimin's body, but overall he was proud of how well he had held himself together.
But now, with his body relaxed and his mind free to roam, he could not get the omega out of his fucking head.
"He's not just an omega," Jungkook pouted, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees. That's what made this all so much harder: Jimin wasn't just an omega. Maybe he was just now realizing it, but to the brunette, Jimin was attractive in more ways than what made up his subgender.
"Fuck." Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, tugging firmly at the strands to try and refocus himself on something less distracting.
And it didn't help that he was in Jimin's home right now; the omega's scent was everywhere. Jungkook could barely breathe without smelling him on the blankets, the pillows, the fucking couch cushions. The only thing that barely smelt of Jimin was the damn coffee table, and that was only because they had literally just assembled it that day.
The more Jungkook thought about it, the stronger Jimin's scent seemed to become. All of a sudden it was in the air, clouding the brunette's mind, thick with each breath he took. Jungkook couldn't help but open his mouth, to drink that sweet scent in as much as he could, indulging his hidden desires now that Jimin wasn't there to hate him for it.
He wondered what it might smell like to leave his own scent.
"Fuck it," The alpha murmured, releasing just a bit of his pheromones to mix with the air. Maybe he was crazy, but he could've sworn Jimin was releasing his own pheromones too, because his scent was thicker and hotter than anything the younger had smelled before. And Jimin's scent was something he was happily becoming very familiar with.
Jungkook swallowed, his breathing becoming more labored as he felt himself start to be carried away by Jimin's intoxicating aura. He stood, greedy with wanting to get closer to the source. If he just sat outside the door for a bit, Jungkook thought maybe he would be satisfied enough until he got used to the intensity of the smell -- or he would be lucky and pass out before he did something stupid.
With quiet feet the brunette walked down the hallway where Jimin had disappeared earlier, following his nose to the exact door to the blonde's room.
"Hm?" There were soft murmurs coming from behind the door, as if Jimin was whining in his sleep, but Jungkook could barely hear anything. Jimin's scent was so much stronger here, coming in waves under the door and through the cracks of the wood. The brunette banged his forehead against the barrier, hands pressed firmly on either side of his head.
"Jimin," He breathed, lips parting in a soft pant. He could feel him. Jungkook could feel him as if a string was tugging him from his core. His jaw clenched, shoulders squared back as he tried to tell his own body no, tell the alpha in him to back down. He wanted in, and he wanted in for all the wrong reasons. Frustration and desire were at war inside of him as he pushed away from the door, meaning to step back.
But he heard something.
Jimin wasn't murmuring from dreams. He was saying his name.
In that moment Jungkook knew he wasn't the only one feeling that pull, feeling that hot desire that he had been trying so hard to ignore. Jimin was in heat and he was calling for Jungkook.
Now that was one thing he had no strength to deny.
--
The minute Jungkook had entered Jimin's room, he had let himself go. The instant Jimin had seen the brunette come in, he wasn't shy in the way he called out to him.
"I need you." Those words were fire to Jungkook's body, encouragement to all the thoughts that had been racing through his mind. Jimin was ready for the brunette when he came to him, kneeling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and panting breath.
Jimin's pheromones were dizzying to the younger, and the room was chock full of them.
Jungkook walked over to the bed, hands going to the sides of Jimin's face. He tilted the blonde's chin upwards, meeting his gaze, noticing the way his eyes were clouded with lust. It was lust he knew was a product of Jimin's heat, and he knew the elder wasn't fully thinking straight, but fuck it, neither was he. Jimin wanted him and he wanted Jimin, it didn't matter where their judgement was at.
Brushing his thumbs over Jimin's cheekbones, he watched as the blonde slowly closed his eyes, his skin hot and his lips parting with want. Fuck, those lips. Without another second of hesitation, Jungkook ducked his head to meet Jimin's mouth with his own.
The kiss was sweet for a moment, but circumstance changed it quickly.
Jungkook ran his tongue over Jimin's lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, but Jimin in all of his desire was quick to suck it into his mouth. The directness surprised Jungkook, but no part of him would question it.
Pressing himself closer to the blonde, Jungkook guided him onto his back so that he was over him, all the while continuing their kiss. He parted Jimin's knees, resting his hips up against the omega's.
"Have I ever told you how badly I've wanted to do this?" Jungkook murmured, a low sound originating from his throat. "How often I've thought of this moment, of how your kiss might taste, how good I could make you feel?" The brunette bit the elder's lip, pulling back and working a trail of wet kisses down his neck as Jimin clawed at the shirt on Jungkook's back.
Jimin was too lost in his need, too deep in his own heat to respond with anything other than whines and whimpers for more. Always more.
Of course, Jungkook was more than eager to oblige, pulling his shirt off over his head and ducking back down to pepper Jimin's searing skin with more kisses. His mouth left marks on the blonde's chest, sucked dark bruises along his collarbone as his hands went to Jimin's hips. In one swift movement Jungkook had hooked his fingers under the waistband of Jimin's pants and tugged them down -- including his boxers with the little ducks on them.
"Jungkook," The blonde's voice was whiny now, frustrated from the lack of kisses his lips were receiving. It was insane, how badly Jimin wanted this. It was like each moment being touched by Jungkook was what it felt like when water and fire danced; burning hot and cooling bliss all at once. He needed more of it, needed the brunette to take him further in this newfound pleasure. His heat blocked out all thoughts of right and wrong until the alpha was the only thing he cared about.
Hearing his name in Jimin's mouth brought a new feeling to the younger, and he grinned. "What's that, little duck?" His voice was silky, teasing now. He brought his lips close to Jimin's but made no move to kiss him, simply watching the blonde through lowered lashes. "Did you need something from me?" A single hand dipped below Jimin's waist, Jungkook's fingers lightly brushing along the blonde's inner thigh. The omega's body was bare at this point and fully at the mercy of the alpha above him.
Jungkook brought his mouth back by Jimin's ear, tongue teasing as he licked the side of it. "If you want something from me, you're going to have to ask me." He whispered, the alpha in him having taken control. The brunette's fingers continued to trace lower and lower along the inside of Jimin's leg, getting dangerously close to his dick, and, more importantly, the hole that was desperate for some attention.
This only earned a groan from Jimin, who was now fruitlessly clawing at the waist of Jungkook's sweats, trying and failing in his clouded state to get them off.
"Please." Jimin's arms went around the neck of the younger, pulling him closer in an effort to get what he wanted and end the torture of waiting.
But Jungkook was having fun now. His body was firm as his muscles worked to keep him in place, barricading the squirming male beneath him and continuing to tease the area where Jimin was most needy. "Please, what?" He asked, tone cunningly soft.
"Please, fuck me."
It was almost like a switch, that utterance. Within two seconds Jungkook had removed his own pants, tossing them to some unknown corner in Jimin's room as he lifted the blonde's hips a bit towards his own. The brunette was more than hard now, and one look at Jimin's ass told the alpha that the blonde was more than ready, too.
"Fuck-" Aligning himself with Jimin's hole, Jungkook slowly pushed inwards, reading Jimin's reaction as he did so.
The blonde was panting again, and he reached up to grab Jungkook's shoulders, needing something to hold onto. Wrapping his legs around the younger's back, Jimin pressed closer to the alpha, stifling soft whines as Jungkook pushed until he bottomed out inside of him.
With one hand staying on Jimin's hip to keep him in place and the other moving to cradle the side of the elder's face, it didn't take long for Jungkook to start moving -- Jimin was wet enough and taking him like a pro, and it would be an understatement to say the alpha was having trouble holding back.
"You feel so fucking good, Jimin. Shit." Jungkook rested his weight on the forearm that was on the mattress next to Jimin's head, starting off at a steady pace, rocking his hips forward and holding Jimin tight against him as he did so. It didn't take long for him to speed up, giving into both his and Jimin's desires.
While Jungkook cursed, Jimin let out a string of incoherent words, a dumb grin toying with his lips after finally getting just what he wanted. When Jungkook started moving faster, however, his expression changed. The younger was obviously letting his alpha dominate, and soon enough that hot desire brought pain to the blonde, as Jungkook was not being gentle in the way he stretched the omega's hole. With each thrust, Jimin let out a hard breath, clenching around the cock that filled him up so nicely.
It hurt, but it hurt so fucking good.
"Yeah, mhh," Jimin wasn't being shy in the way he let Jungkook know what he was doing to the blonde. He had no shame in the moment, no reserve to quiet him, only a sex drive that would go towards him getting exactly what he wanted.
The way Jungkook was moving made it seem like he knew exactly what the elder wanted, he was hitting so good. He moved to straighten his back so he was kneeling in front of Jimin, placing Jimin's legs over his shoulders as he worked from the new angle.
With both of his hands now gripping Jimin's hips to meet his thrusts, Jungkook couldn't help but press hard into the soft skin along the blonde's sides. He knew he wouldn't move, and he knew he shouldn't mark him like he wanted to, but Jimin was his and he would stay right where he wanted him -- right on his cock, taking him so well.
"Look at you," Jungkook was grinning now, a dark shade over his eyes as he watched the elder try and adjust to the new position, though the brunette gave him no time to do that. "Taking me like that. You're so fucking beautiful, fuck." He picked up his speed again, thrusting into Jimin's ass like it was the only thing keeping him alive, like he was starving and only now finding the one thing that satisfied him.
Jimin was whimpering duly in response to the praise, but also from the new pressure he was feeling. The switch of positions had him gasping and grabbing for support since he could no longer clutch onto Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook was fucking him with such force that his body was rocking with the movements, the momentum carrying him and only allowing Jungkook to pound into him more violently.
"Alpha," He gasped out, feeling his heat building inside of his core. Jungkook was reaching places he had never felt be pleasured before, and it was driving him wild.
Rather than seem pleased by the pet name Jimin uttered, Jungkook's mood seemed to darken. His grip around the blonde's hips tightened until he had Jimin whimper in discomfort, only slamming harder into him. "Don't fucking call me that. You know my name, lovely. Say it." His tone was gentle but his words were firm, his actions merciless as he tortured Jimin with pleasure.
Jimin was struggling to catch everything Jungkook was saying, now squirming a bit though the alpha's hands kept him firmly in place. "I-- ah-!" His back arched unexpectedly when Jungkook successfully found his prostate, a choke getting caught in his throat.
Having been watching how the blonde reacted, Jungkook caught when he jerked, running his tongue over his own bottom lip.
"You like it there, then?" The brunette teased, adjusting so that when he thrusted he hit that same spot, abusing Jimin's prostate as the elder began to whimper in sensitivity. It was hot how visibly Jimin was reacting from Jungkook, how pleasurable their sex was. Jungkook had no doubt that it would be -- but even seeing Jimin so fucked out was enough bliss for the alpha.
Just when Jimin was starting to get a handle on the pace, when his body thought it was used to Jungkook's rhythm, the brunette slowed, now rolling his hips at a relaxed pace so that he bottomed out with each push.
Jimin let out a moan of frustration, and the younger changed their position back to the original: himself between Jimin's legs resting on top of him, the blonde's ankles hooking around his waist.
"My name, Jimin." He murmured, kissing behind Jimin's ear with a growl. "Call for me. Not for an alpha. Your alpha." Jungkook spoke quietly in contrast to Jimin's high pitched whining, but it was hot against the elder's neck and he anchored to that voice.
His alpha.
He had been begging for the one since the beginning of the night, and for far longer in his subconscious, so the prodding quickly brought it out of him again.
"Jungkook," There were tears in Jimin's eyes, and his hands went to the back of the brunette's neck, fingers curling in his gorgeous dark locks and tugging, Jungkook hissing in response.
"Jungkook." Each time he moaned his name out, Jungkook quickened his pace. He was fucking him raw, but the blonde wouldn't be satisfied until he had all of him. Again and again, Jimin said it. When it hurt, he cried out for him, when it felt so fucking good he felt he would burst, Jimin sang for him. Soon he had Jungkook huffing alongside him, the brunette's face buried in Jimin's soft neck near the scent he loved so much.
Jimin felt the pleasure inside him building, he was riding their high and chasing his climax and he felt fuzzy in his core, and Jungkook wasn't stopping any time soon.
"'M, Kook--" The blonde gasped, trying to get his mouth to form words. "Close, 'm gunna--"
Jungkook silenced him with a kiss, his tongue greedily dancing along Jimin's as his hips continued to thrust. When he pulled away he went right back to the crook of his lover's neck. "Cum for me, lovely." It was only a whisper, but it was chaotic in what it did to Jimin.
He had hardly any time to think about it before the blonde was coming undone, his body trembling from the waist down, his hips bucking up as skin pressed against skin, his cum spitting out between both of their stomachs. Jimin clenched around the alpha who was fucking into him throughout it all, and Jungkook groaned in response but did not stop. He had found a new fire and was thrusting into Jimin's hole at a new pace, the blonde flinching from the sensitivity of it.
Jimin was still riding his high when he heard the brunette above him grunt and mutter something about being close, too, and soon he felt warmth pooling inside of him, Jungkook's gasp signaling he had climaxed as well.
With his attention fading in and out and the warmth from Jungkook's cum lulling the elder into a deep state of relaxation, his arms went heavy around Jungkook's back and he closed his eyes when he felt the alpha rest on top of him.
Their mingled breath and the sound of that sweet, honied voice was the last thing Jimin heard before everything went dark.
"So good ... so lovely ..."