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The van is quiet in the early morning haze. The sun has just begun to rise, seeping the sky with subtle oranges, yellows, pinks, and a hue of purple. Namjoon rests his head gently against the passenger seat window, and the three members in the back fall together in weariness, Hoseok splayed across Yoongi’s lap and Taehyung propped against him too.
In the middle of the van sits the only fully awake member in the car. Jungkook blinks owlishly out the window, wondering sullenly why he’s so awake when he should be half-asleep. His body had woken him at odd hours of the morning before the sun had even thought about rising. The room was still dark when Jungkook had sit up in bed, bright and clear without an ounce of grogginess remaining.
Trying to sleep again had ended in futile failure. He’d tossed and turned, counted sheep, tried to let Namjoon’s snores lull him. But his body had been buzzing, awake, and ready to begin the day without a second thought to all the sleep he was losing. Annoyed, he’d risen, thrown on sweatpants, and left his room, aiming for his running shoes by the door so maybe he could jog off this unfounded pent up energy.
He’s not sure if he’s thankful or not that Jimin, for whatever reason, had been awake as well. He’d opened the door just as Jungkook passed, looking adorably sleepy – hair ruffled and face puffy.
“Where are you going?” he’d slurred, leaning against the doorjamb. When Jungkook explained, Jimin had pulled him in by the wrist, smelling a little like the fabric softener from his sheets but mostly like the distinct, sweet smell of alpha – of Jimin.
He had let himself be wrapped up in the warmth that hadn’t quite left Jimin’s sheets and tucked himself beneath Jimin’s chin. Jimin was distractingly bare-chested like always, wearing only boxers. And Jungkook had curled up in the stability and firmness and utter comfort that always comes from cuddling with his alpha, feeling at ease for the first time since he’d awoken.
Jungkook hadn’t fallen asleep, but he’s sure he could have if it hadn’t been so close to the time they had to leave for the day. Somehow he’s still not tired now, still awake as Jimin dozes against his shoulder, drooling and snuffling in a way that shouldn’t really be attractive but is completely endearing to Jungkook.
It’s too early to be sappy, Jungkook thinks to himself, fingers clutching lightly at the same sweatpants he’d thrown on earlier in the morning. He turns away from Jimin and gazes back out the window, but Jimin’s scent still lingers against Jungkook’s skin and his clothes as it always does, the scent of his not-quite mate ever present and comforting.
Without looking away from the window, Jungkook finds Jimin’s hand resting in his lap and laces their fingers. He closes his eyes in an effort to really sleep, smiling only when he feels Jimin’s hand squeeze his.
“Let's take a five minute break.”
Jungkook misses the concerned stares around him. He makes his way to the edge of the stage where he'd left his water bottle and takes a sip, trying to clear his head.
“Jungkook-ah, you’re off center,” Hoseok breathes quietly to him as he approaches. Jungkook nods sullenly. He knows.
“Are you okay? Did you get enough sleep last night?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook sees the rest of the members watch their small group form, Hoseok and Namjoon both waiting patiently for an explanation as to why their golden maknae is so off today.
“I'm fine,” Jungkook promises. His hyungs don't look convinced. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom.”
Jungkook hurries off stage, the curtain falling shut behind him. In the shield of darkness backstage, he lets himself sit down on some unlabeled crate and presses his palms to his eyes. He's not quite sure what's gotten into him. The steps that are usually so easy are suddenly so easy to fuck up and he's a little hot. He shakes out the sweatiness of his bangs and takes a deep breath--God, it's hot. Why is it so damn hot? Why can't he think straight? Why did he even come backstage in the first place?
Jungkook opens his mouth to call out for one of his hyungs--anyone who might know what's going on--when Jimin appears between the curtains.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin breathes softly.
Jungkook practically jumps at him. Jimin only barely stumbles as Jungkook latches onto him and presses his nose into his neck, shuddering through a small sigh of relief.
“What's going on?” Jimin asks. His arms instantly loop around Jungkook, and Jungkook feels the tension melt out of him in one heavy sigh. Jimin hums as Jungkook evens his breathing--had he been breathing heavily? He must have been--and strokes softly at the small of his back.
The scent, as always, helps calm Jungkook. Warmth fills him, the balance between them--of alpha and omega--clearing the mild confusion and odd imbalance that had been plaguing Jungkook all morning. He lets out a small little laugh, digging his nose further into Jimin’s collarbone to get closer, revelling in the way his world re-situates itself. What had Jungkook even been upset about? All he can think about is the cloying, sweet scent of Jimin, his alpha, his mate. His laugh sounds like thunder, rolling steady and loud in his chest, and Jungkook smiles at the feeling, pressing a kiss against Jimin’s skin.
“What’s gotten into you, hm?” Jimin breathes against him. He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, cradling Jungkook’s head against him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m better now,” Jungkook hums. And he is. Much better.
It’s strange how just a little bit of contact from his alpha can calm Jungkook, and it’s only in that moment when he lifts his head and meets Jimin halfway for a kiss--that Jungkook realizes. It had been his omega side--not the human part--that had been distracting him.
Maybe he just needs to get laid.
I miss you, Jungkook wants to whisper against Jimin’s lips. Jimin cups his cheek and presses in closer, soft but insistent, and Jungkook arches, fingers clutched in his t-shirt.
“You were distracting me,” Jungkook says between kisses. And technically that’s true. Jungkook hadn’t been explicitly aroused or stealing glances at Jimin, but he’s realizing now that a part of him is craving more, nipping at Jimin’s lips and aching to drag them into a closet somewhere for privacy.
“Oh,” Jimin says, and it’s like a chord strikes in Jungkook, his knees physically weakening. A drop of arousal drags its way down Jungkook’s spine, pooling in the base of his tummy. His cock twitches in his jeans--fuck. Jimin’s voice has taken on the deep, hoarse tone that makes Jungkook just--
Fuck. He can already feel a bit of slick between his asscheeks.
“Jimin,” Jungkook gasps, and Jimin jerks away. His eyebrows raise, taking in Jungkook’s debauched hair and bitten-red lips.
“Wow, I really was distracting,” he muses. He pats down Jungkook’s hair and takes a step back to straighten out his shirt. A whine tears from Jungkook’s throat completely unbidden, and even as his fingers reach out to curl in the hem of Jimin’s t-shirt, he tries to shut up that omega side of him that’s practically begging for his alpha to take him. “Jungkook-ah, not now--”
“I know,” Jungkook huffs. He shakes his bangs out again and takes another step back, trying to clear his head. What is he doing? He’s not usually this easily riled up--and Jimin seems to notice, looking at him curiously.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I just--” Jungkook takes a deep breath, inhaling Jimin’s scent. The slick between his cheeks only gets worse. “I--I miss you.”
Jimin quirks a small smile. “I’ll kick the hyungs out tonight, okay?” he murmurs. “I miss you, too.”
Jungkook’s cheeks heat to what is surely a bright, cherry red. Jimin ruffles his hair, calls him “cutie,” and leaves him to calm himself down before going back onstage.
It takes Jungkook at least an extra minute to will his half-hard boner down.
Jungkook isn’t entirely sure how he makes it through the day. After realizing approximately why he’s been so distracted, the problem only makes itself worse. He really does start stealing glances at Jimin, spacing out while Hoseok’s talking and choosing instead to zero in on the slow descent of sweat down Jimin’s neck and on how badly he wants to lap it up. And everyone seems to notice.
“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok snaps. “Hey. Come back to Earth.”
“We need you focused,” Namjoon assures in that tone--the tone that makes Jungkook feel like he’s one more mistake away from getting sent to timeout like a child.
They make it through soundcheck somehow, though, and once backstage, it’s not so bad, Jimin’s scent dampened by the spritzes and smells of makeup, and Jungkook gets further distracted by his outfit and his mic setup. He’s thankful for the regular bustle of backstage, and the performance goes well, although Jimin does start to sweat through his shirt and smell like musk--a heavy, sweet smell that makes Jungkook’s mouth water. But they make it through, and that’s all that matters.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin says now. His tone is warning, but Jungkook can’t seem to stop. Because once they’d gotten into the car, Jungkook had realized that meant going home and getting some privacy and Jungkook couldn’t help but latch onto Jimin’s side, nose buried in his neck to scent-mark him in anticipation.
Until they stopped somewhere for dinner.
“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin says again, but this time he’s smiling, giggling, and Jungkook laughs too, nipping at the shell of Jimin’s ear playfully. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“We were supposed to go home,” Jungkook whines. He’s laced their fingers beneath the table, and he’s practically glued to Jimin’s side, plastered as close as he can get so he can leave kisses on every inch of skin he can reach.
“I know, baby,” Jimin breathes, and, boy, is that a mistake. Jimin knows what that word does to Jungkook, and he seems to realize it, squeezing Jungkook’s hand beneath the table and sighing deeply through his nose. He’s a little tense, hooking their ankles together beneath the table. He swallows, choosing his words carefully as he murmurs, “I told Namjoon-hyung to keep the others out for a bit tonight. Just a little bit longer--”
He’s having trouble keeping himself under control, Jungkook realizes. He only feels a little bad for riling them both up so much--feels only a little bad for the way their scents must be mingling over the table and clogging everyone’s senses. Jungkook’s sure that Namjoon won’t even have to tell the others to leave the dorms tonight; they’ll be plenty aware.
“Okay,” Jungkook mumbles. While he’s not particularly sorry for his affection, he is a little embarrassed. He’s squirming beneath the table, Jimin’s alpha pheromones making his legs squeeze together--for friction or to hide his half-hard dick, Jungkook doesn’t know. His underwear is bound to grow damp as well; Jungkook’s dreading the moment his hole starts to leak in anticipation. He’s glad they’re all almost finished eating, because he’s not sure how much longer he really wants to wait.
Jungkook tries to take it down a few notches, taking deep breaths and unlatching himself from Jimin’s side--at least to the point that every breath doesn’t bring in a wave of alpha. He sips at his water and tries to pay attention to the conversation around him, but really, his thighs are still squeezing together, his fingers squeezing Jimin’s in warning.
“Why don’t you guys head back,” Namjoon says at the exact moment Jungkook feels lubrication trickle against the rim of his entrance. He bites his lip to stop a moan and slides out of the booth as delicately as he can, smiling at Jimin who’s waiting for him. They drift together, Jimin’s arm instantly curling around Jungkook’s waist in protection as they leave the restaurant, and, ever aware of who’s looking, Jimin glares at any leering eyes aimed at his aroused omega.
Jungkook would be embarrassed that everyone can probably smell him if only the sight of his alpha protecting him didn’t just make it worse. Another trickle of lubrication seeps into the cotton of his underwear, and Jungkook buries his face into Jimin’s side while they walk outside. His arousal is slowly hazing his mind, the act of thinking become more and more distant as his entrance begins clench, waiting for a knot.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin breathes when they finally get inside the dorms. It hadn’t been easy walking back while completely latched together, and Jungkook is a little embarrassed at how difficult he’d made it for them, trembling against Jimin’s side. But it doesn’t really matter--they’re home now, and Jungkook is already tugging on Jimin’s hand while he toes off his shoes.
“Jungkook-ah, hold on,” Jimin says. Jungkook pauses as he’s asked, but he bites his lip to keep from complaining. He’s sure he looks horny as hell, because--well, he is. He tries not to get frustrated once he sees that Jimin looks a bit concerned, raising his hand to rest on Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re not going into heat are you?”
“What?” Jungkook nearly jerks, “No. What makes you think that?”
Jimin shakes his head, shrugging in confusion. His hand drops. Jungkook must be a normal temperature; he doesn’t feel overheated. “You’re usually in more control than that.”
Jungkook shrugs. He keeps tugging on their linked fingers, and this time Jimin follows, his concern slowly easing.
“It’s been a while. Hasn’t it? It feels like forever,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t let Jimin think about it any further. He’s not in heat. He’s never had one before, but he knows what they’re supposed to be like and they’re supposedly way more intense. This is fine. It’s normal. It’s with that thought that Jungkook kisses Jimin, looping his arms around his neck and pulling him in close.
And--god, fuck, he’s been waiting for this all day. He finally lets go, lets himself whimper when Jimin’s tongue swipes against the seam of his mouth and licks into it. His fingers curl into the hair at Jimin’s nape, and his whole body shivers when Jimin growls.
“You smell so fucking good,” Jimin murmurs. His voice has taken on that tone again--hoarse and gravelly and so fucking alpha it makes Jungkook tremble. His body can’t help but warm with happiness and pleasure, feeling his alpha succumb to the mating scent he gives off--feeling Jimin nose into his neck and scent-mark him. He’s been needy for attention and kisses and--he gasps, feeling Jimin palm at the front of his pants and grind in hard. He’s been needy for that, too.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook pleads against Jimin as they stumble their way to a room, a bed, Jungkook can’t even think of where. All he knows is that he wants Jimin, closer harder more please fuck--”Inside me, please get inside--”
Jimin growls again, and Jungkook feels it reverberate against his body. It makes Jungkook’s toes curl, the pleasure of hearing his alpha lose control over him shooting straight to his groin and making him drip with anticipation. He’s open and loose already, his body pleading for Jimin to get inside him. Their kisses grow heavier, more frantic, lips meeting again and pulling away as they pull off clothing as quickly as they can.
Jungkook hums, pleased and content as he feels Jimin smiling, kissing down his body. His fingers wind into Jimin’s hair to keep him close. He feels so wanted, so loved. Jimin nips at his hipbone, leaving a little purple mark on his skin.
It’s nice to spend some time alone together.
Later, lying in the afterglow, Jungkook curls up against Jimin and watches him search on his phone, tapping away and asking questions like the concerned little alpha he is.
“You didn’t have a high temperature,” he murmurs, scrolling through symptoms of omega heats.
“Jiminnie, I think I’m fine,” Jungkook murmurs back. He swats weakly at the phone, too tired to try harder. Jimin swipes it out of his reach and continues reading.
“You were distracted though--”
“No I wasn’t.”
“You had to leave practice, baby,” he reminds. “I think… Jungkook-ah, I think you’re in pre-heat.”
“That’s because you’re looking it up on the internet,” Jungkook whines. “Stop diagnosing me. I’m fine.”
He curls himself tighter beneath Jimin’s chin. His eyes are closed, but he hears Jimin’s phone lock and then he feels the soft touch of his fingers drifting across his skin. Jungkook sighs happily. Maybe now he’ll quit worrying.
“I think we should tell manager-hyung and ask him about it.”
Jungkook nearly groans. “Hyung--”
“Just to be safe!”
If Jungkook wasn’t half asleep and trying to get Jimin to shut up and cuddle him, it’d be really cute how worried Jimin is. He’s such a caring alpha, to Jungkook and to others, and Jungkook has always felt safe with him. It’s one of the main reasons he was so attracted to him in the first place; Jimin is kind and secure and caring. He always makes sure Jungkook is comfortable and well taken care of--always has, especially when Jungkook was young, shy, and even a little rude.
The fact that he’s worried about Jungkook’s heat… It makes Jungkook shiver a little in excitement. He pulls Jimin tighter against him. It’s really cute how much he wants to be prepared.
“You’re cute when you’re worried,” Jungkook hums sleepily.
Jimin kisses forehead. “I’m just looking out for you. You’re my ma--my… Jungkookie.”
Jungkook’s fingers curl tighter on Jimin’s chest. Did he almost say mate?
Jungkook has always been a late bloomer. He didn’t present as an omega until he was seventeen whereas most start learning about themselves when they’re fifteen. It only makes sense that he has yet to have a heat, has yet to be knotted or mated. But…
He wants to be.
“I would, y’know,” Jungkook murmurs. “With you. I can’t… Imagine having my heat with anyone else.”
Jimin squeezes him a little. “Me too.”
Jungkook bites his lip. He hides his grin in Jimin’s collarbone.
“I wanna mate with you,” Jimin continues.
Jungkook can’t stop his pleased little sound.
The next day, Jimin fucking tells on him and Jungkook gets ushered into a checkup. It’s determined that Jungkook is, apparently, long overdue for his first heat, and his hormones are being stimulated by the steady, constant, secure presence of an alpha and potential mate in his life.
Needless to say, Jungkook blushes a lot throughout the checkup. And then he gets handed a book and gets told that if he has any questions, he can always call.
It’s even worse when Jimin makes them go through the book together.
“You know how knots work, right?” Jimin asks, flipping through the pages. He’s so fucking nonchalant. Jungkook feels like his face has been on fire since Jimin told their manager he might be in pre-heat, and his hands have been permanently glued to his face the second he got to the doctor’s office.
“Yes,” Jungkook hisses, voice muffled by his hands. “I took alpha, beta, omega relations in high school, Jimin.” He’s also watched his fair amount of porn. But that really doesn’t need to be said.
“Jungkook-ah, c’mon. It’s just me.”
Jimin tugs at his wrists, and Jungkook reluctantly lets them fall. Jimin’s smiling at him, looking fond. Jungkook’s face gets even redder, and he makes some weird little sound before tucking his face in Jimin’s collarbone.
“Kook-ah,” Jimin laughs. “Why are you so embarrassed about this? I’ve literally seen you naked.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Jungkook laughs. His tension eases, feeling Jimin warm and solid against him. Jimin is right; there’s nothing between them that they haven’t already seen. Jimin would never laugh at him either, and the soft touches brushing against his back soothe him until he’s practically purring.
“It’s just embarrassing to talk about it out loud,” Jungkook grumbles in explanation. It’s not a lie, either. He’s been shuffled around all day, from doctors appointments to scheduling meetings where they literally adjusted music show dates around Jungkook’s predicted heat.
It was only a lot mortifying.
Jimin hums. “It’ll be nice, though, laying in bed with you for a whole week.”
Jungkook flushes. He swallows, throat suddenly tight. “Yeah.”
It’s silent for a moment, where all Jungkook hears is the steady heartbeat of his alpha against him, a feeling that continuously soothes and comforts him. Jimin breaks the silence, though, asking softly, “Do you want me to knot you?”
“Yes,” Jungkook breathes immediately.
He feels Jimin smile, a kiss pressed gently to his temple. “You want to be my mate?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook mumbles. He squirms closer, their legs tangling, his fingers curling into Jimin’s t-shirt. “I want you to be mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
Jungkook nips playfully at Jimin’s collarbone in response, pressing a smile to his skin.
Jungkook feels like maybe it should be a bigger deal that most of the population chooses a lifelong mate before they turn twenty-five. But truth be told, Jungkook has always been a sucker for love stories--for the story of his parents finding each other at eighteen and nineteen, for the promise of belonging to somebody, for the legends – old stories of alpha, beta, and omega instincts finding the one without any effort at all. Jungkook had been sure of his own hopeful love story not long after he met Jimin, the both of them imprinting on each other while Jungkook was still too shy to say more than a few stuttered words to him.
It’s been a long time coming. And Jungkook can’t wait for them to finally belong to each other.
Turns out they don’t have to wait very long.
It didn’t sink in for a while that Jungkook was in pre-heat. He’d been doubtful when Jimin brought it up and surprised when a doctor confirmed it. But it doesn’t properly hit him until Jungkook wakes up in his own bed the next morning with the desperate desire to find Jimin and scent-mark him like crazy.
He ignores the feeling. They’d all agreed they would do their best to make the situation as easy as possible and that they wouldn’t take off work until it was absolutely necessary. Jungkook will be damned if his neediness affects his work performance again.
That doesn’t mean he can’t steal one of Jimin’s hoodies, though. The scent comforts him immensely, and he continuously buries his nose into the material throughout the day, ignoring the amused looks from everyone around him, including Jimin.
“Cute,” is his only comment. He wraps an arm around Jungkook’s waist and kisses his temple.
It’s ridiculous how at ease Jungkook instantly feels at the simple action; he hadn’t even realized he’d been losing focus. He presses down his whines and instead buries his face in Jimin’s neck, lets his alpha scent-mark him and shower him in kisses. Jungkook shivers, letting it happen until he physically has to push Jimin away or risk getting a boner.
It only gets worse throughout the week. It gets harder and harder to stay away from Jimin, not to seek him out the instant he feels like a piece of him is missing. He gets pouty at the smallest things and tugs Jimin to him more and more as the week goes on. Jimin’s alpha side responds, and his scent begins filling the room and the van, his instincts drawing him to protect and comfort his omega and urging him to assert his dominance, to growl at anyone who looks Jungkook’s way for too long.
It’s… really fucking arousing.
When Jungkook wakes up with lubrication seeping into his boxers, feeling flushed and sweaty, he knows he can’t make it to schedules. Namjoon gives him a strange look when he wakes up, and then he’s instantly getting out of bed.
“Is he up yet?” Jungkook hears the second Namjoon opens the door. It’s Jimin. His voice sounds hoarse, strained, and a wave of heat rushes over Jungkook. “I can smell him through the whole dorm.”
“Yeah. Can you give us like, thirty minutes?” Namjoon asks. Jimin pushes past him into the room, and Jungkook sighs shakily the instant Jimin’s cool hand brushes his forehead and pushes his hair back.
“Yeah,” Jimin affirms and slides into bed beside Jungkook. “You’re wet already.”
“Shut up, I know,” Jungkook stutters. He clutches Jimin against him, trembling with need. He hears Namjoon grab his things as quickly as he can, and then the door shuts behind him.
“Time to go!” Namjoon shouts through the dorm, knocking on doors and telling everyone to get ready. They’re leaving for the day--or maybe the next few days. Jungkook doesn’t remember--doesn’t care--what the plan was. All he wants is Jimin.
“Can we--” Jungkook gasps, belatedly realizing that he’s hard, his erection brushing against Jimin’s leg. He whines--loud--whenever Jimin shifts and presses against him harder. “Can I have your fingers at least--Please I--I need something. I need you--”
Jimin growls, Jungkook feeling it reverberate against him, his boxers growing wetter. Jimin pulls them against each other, Jungkook on his side, and slides his hand down Jungkook’s back, past the waistband of his underwear to his leaking, fluttering hole.
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps as soon as he feels Jimin fingers massage over his entrance.
“You’re so wet,” Jimin breathes, sounding disbelieving. He pushes one finger in easily, a second fitting in right after and Jungkook can’t stop himself from rutting back onto them, fucking himself on Jimin’s fingers. The stretch sends a shock through Jungkook, stinging deliciously but still not enough.
“I want you to knot me,” Jungkook can’t stop himself from whimpering. “Not enough, hyung, ah--” he chokes, feeling Jimin’s fingers massage into his prostate in slow circles.
“You’ve been awake how long?” Jimin asks, amused. But Jungkook is hardly fooled, feeling Jimin’s erection, hard and throbbing, against his own.
“I know you wanna fuck me, hyung,” Jungkook replies, mouth moving of its own accord, just egging Jimin on, begging him to do something more, “Y-You said you want to knot me, too. I need--please fuck me, hyung.”
“Dammit, Jungkook-ah.” A fresh wave of Jimin’s scent washes over them, and Jimin pushes a third finger into Jungkook’s ass, Jungkook’s entrance dripping more lubricant at feeling his alpha’s arousal.
“Please,” Jungkook gasps, unused to such a desperate need for Jimin to be inside him. He hitches his leg up, pressing insistently against Jimin’s groin while still fucking himself back on Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin curse, and the fingers inside of him press more insistently. Jungkook cries out loudly as his fingers pound into his prostate, and he feels so fucking sensitive, Jimin rucking his boxers down further with his free hand to jerk at Jungkook’s pre-cum slicked cock.
“Gonna come?” Jimin murmurs, “You’re easy this morning, hm?”
“Shut up, fuck, I’m--” Jungkook’s fingers dig into Jimin’s biceps and his t-shirt, rocking forward and back on Jimin’s fingers and into his hand and it’s all too much, Jimin panting with him as well as if seeing Jungkook fall apart is enough to get him off. The thought makes Jungkook’s toes curl, his whole body tensing as he shudders through an orgasm.
Usually Jungkook feels boneless and satiated after an orgasm, even if he’s only had Jimin’s fingers. But his dick is still hard, come smeared all over his belly and hipbones. Jimin’s fingers ease gently out of him, leaving him gaping and clenching alternately, Jungkook is still aching to be filled. The tight knot in his belly doesn’t ease, either, completely unsatisfied and making him feel like he’s still teetering on the brink of coming.
“Shit,” Jungkook breathes. “I--I still want you to fuck me. Please say you’ll still fuck me, Jiminnie.” He feels slightly hysterical, watching Jimin reach for the nightstand as if he’s pulling away. Instead he retrieves some tissues, turning back to Jungkook to clean him up, but Jungkook bats his hands away, cupping his cheeks for frantic, wet, little kisses.
“Calm down,” Jimin shushes gently against his lips. “Shh, Jungkook-ah. I’m right here. Of course I’ll still fuck you,” he murmurs, breathless and blinking a bit with coherency, realizing what he’s saying.
Jungkook lets Jimin soothe him, unsure of where the desperate feeling to keep Jimin in his sights came from--but safely assuming it’s the heat. He’s not just horny and needing to be filled; he needs to be close to security, to someone who will take care of him. And not just anyone. Every part of him is wanting to be close to Jimin, a pleased happiness curling warmly in his chest when Jimin seems to understand and wraps them closer together. He kisses Jungkook’s forehead when he calms, then wipes Jungkook down, cleaning delicately around his still achingly hard, red cock.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jimin comforts softly. Jungkook didn’t even realize he needed to hear that, melting at the words and feeling so much more secure. Slowly, as Jimin pampers and cleans him and kisses him, the reminder that Jungkook is still empty, unfucked, returns.
“Good,” Jungkook sighs. “You still need to knot me.”
“Right now?” Jimin nearly squeaks.
If Jungkook were standing, he’d probably stomp his foot, a habit he’s picked up through the brattiness that came with his pre-heat attitude. As if his body is agreeing, Jungkook feels a rise of arousal sweep over him, pheromones thickening the air. Jimin swallows, watching him.
“Yes,” Jungkook huffs.
Jimin’s cheeks flush bright red. “The book said that it’s supposed to happen naturally… So do I just--”
“Yes, just fuck me,” Jungkook huffs again. He sits up to toss his shirt off and kick his boxers down the bed, straddling Jimin and tugging at his shirt. Distantly he hears the front door slam shut, Jungkook having completely forgotten about their dorm mates. But now it’s just the two of them.
“Hey, hey,” Jimin soothes as Jungkook continues to tug Jimin’s shirt up his chest. He won’t sit up so it can come completely off, so Jungkook pouts his lip out and scratches lightly at Jimin’s abs.
“What?” he whines. “You said you were still going to. Don’t you want me?”
He’s being over-dramatic and whiny and he knows it, but it’s not his fault. Once again there’s a slight worry in his chest that maybe Jimin doesn’t want him anymore, and another part of him cries out, begging for his mate, hoping he doesn’t leave.
“Baby, of course I do,” Jimin continues. He plucks Jungkook’s fingers away from his shirt and laces their hands. “I just don’t want to hurt you. They say the first time--”
“I’m in heat. That’s supposed to make it easier,” Jungkook says, “It’ll be okay, hyung. I know you won’t hurt me.”
Jimin softens at that, sighing as a small smile creeps on his face, “I’m really going to try not to. Tell me if anything hurts too much, okay?”
“I will. I promise.” Jungkook leans forward, shifting so he can lean on his forearms and kiss Jimin properly. Jimin’s hands trail down his bare back, then down to his ass, cupping each cheek in one palm and squeezing gently. The action is just a reminder of how open Jungkook is, a pearl of lubricant dripping slowly out of him and down his crack. Jungkook nearly yelps. “I-I want to be yours already,” he gasps instead.
Jimin hums. “Aren’t you though?”
Before he can respond, Jimin has flipped them over. He shucks his shirt off and kicks his boxers off, and then he’s kissing all over Jungkook’s face. Jungkook squeals with laughter, feeling Jimin’s nails drag lightly over his chest, his lips mouthing down Jungkook’s jaw and smiling as they graze down his neck. He nips at the hollow of Jungkook’s collarbone.
“Right here,” he murmurs. “I want to mark you right here, where everyone can see.”
“Please,” Jungkook whimpers, traces of a smile still lingering on his face. He clutches at Jimin’s shoulder blades, pressing him closer. Jimin has always favored that spot – a light hickie already there from the numerous times Jimin has temporarily marked him, as if Jimin has dreamed of mate-marking him for years. Jungkook wants it permanently.
“Yeah?” Jimin murmurs, and Jungkook nods. Jimin drags his teeth over the sensitive skin, darts his tongue out in a light circle, blows on it lightly until Jungkook has goosebumps. He presses a light kiss there, and then lifts onto his elbows. His pupils are wide and dark, heat radiating off of him. Jungkook breathes in deeply, aching to fill his lungs with Jimin’s scent, the dominant pheromones rolling off of him and speaking volumes about how badly Jimin wants to fuck him right now.
“C-Can you fuck me now?” Jungkook whimpers. His cock is positively aching and dripping, and he’s never felt emptier. He feels like he’s wide open. He kisses Jimin lightly and brushes his hands down his chest to tug on Jimin’s neglected cock. It makes Jimin hiss, nosing gently at Jungkook and making a soft little sound. Jungkook holds back his whines to listen to him, to feel him shake, and then Jimin’s nipping at that mark again on Jungkook’s collarbone. “Please, Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook begs, the action making his heat wash over him anew.
If Jimin doesn’t fuck him right now--
Jimin chuckles deeply. Jungkook squeezes his dick in warning as Jimin teasingly meets his eyes. “Want it that bad, huh?”
“Quit messing around, please,” Jungkook begs. He doesn’t think he’s ever said please so many times in his life.
Finally, fucking finally, Jimin shifts his hips, letting Jungkook guide him inside, the tip of his dick pressing past the ring of muscle. Jungkook shudders out a sigh, and Jimin swats his hands away, Jungkook’s touch turning ineffective. Instead his focus has drifted to the overwhelming feeling of Jimin inside of him, stretched and full.
“You feel so good,” Jungkook breathes, head thrown back as Jimin sheathes himself fully inside. The stretch is familiar, tight, and Jungkook revels in the warm feeling of being connected to his mate.
“You do too, fuck,” Jimin grunts. He begins to thrust slowly, nosing into Jungkook’s neck, their scents enveloping the room, mingling together. It smells like sex, like mating, like love, the air both thick and sweetly potent. Jungkook feels his heat rush through him, flushing through his body as his orgasm builds quicker than usual. He realizes he’s babbling out loud, begging Jimin to move faster, thrust deeper, and Jimin snaps his hips harder, jerking Jungkook off quickly.
It feels amazing, the heat making every touch spike throughout Jungkook’s body. His thoughts jumble into nothing but a mess of pleasure and Jimin Jimin Jimin. He hooks his ankles around Jimin, pulling him in until he’s driving into Jungkook’s prostate at just the right angle, and Jungkook arches desperately, a loud, wanton moan resounding through the room. When Jimin sinks his teeth into the mark on Jungkook’s collarbone, Jungkook feels like he can barely breathe. He hears Jimin moan, and then he pulls Jungkook in closer as they both come.
His orgasm ricochets through him, amplified by heat and white-hot pleasure, spurting out of his cock and up his chest. The feeling of Jimin filling him, his come inside Jungkook, makes Jungkook come even harder, crying out loudly as he drags his nails down Jimin’s back.
“Holy shit,” Jungkook gasps, blinking into awareness. Jimin’s still inside him as he props on his elbows and watches Jungkook carefully. Jimin looks wrecked and disheveled, and Jungkook is both embarrassed and immensely proud.
“Yeah,” Jimin breathes. His pupils are blown wide and starry, his hair drifting down and framing his face. Jungkook reaches up to brush his bangs back, and Jimin kisses him gently.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice startlingly hoarse.
“I--I think I’m about to knot you.” He looks dazed. Jungkook’s heat must be affecting him--or maybe it’s the process of knotting, his alpha instincts taking over until all he knows is his omega. He kisses Jungkook again, then his cheek, down his neck until he reaches the mark. He kisses it gently, but it’s so, so sensitive, and Jungkook gasps, arching with even the softest touch.
“Good,” Jungkook gasps. His heat is still boiling, even more insistent than before. Jungkook is still desperately hard, insatiated, a need curling in his stomach and his chest, a bow strung tight and close to snapping.
“Do you--Like this? Face to face?” Jimin asks, murmurs into Jungkook’s shoulder. His voice is similarly hoarse, slightly shaking, as if it’s taking all of his power to maintain control. Even while he’s wrestling to control himself, he’s ensuring Jungkook’s comfort.
Jungkook loves him.
“Wanna see you,” Jungkook whines and presses his heels into Jimin’s lower back. “Please--I want to feel you.”
Jimin’s shuddering breaths turn to a hum, and Jungkook feels his smile. “I wanna see you, too. Feel you,” he says, lifting to see Jungkook and brush their noses together.
Jimin begins to move again, slowly rocking them as they share kisses, share breath. Slowly, Jungkook feels the stretch of his knot, feels the way it gets harder for Jimin to move his hips. Jungkook gasps. It does hurt, stretching him like he’s never felt before, but it feels hot and amazing, Jimin’s cock able to press effortlessly against Jungkook’s prostate. He feels full, satiated in a way he hasn’t been this entire time.
“Oh--” Jungkook gasps, breath shaking.
Jimin groans, a low little growl emerging from his throat. He nips at Jungkook's lips and then kisses down his neck, pressing softly against the mark. He hesitates only a second, as if time is suspended and nothing exists but the two of them, locked together in burning ecstasy.
“Mark me,” Jungkook says. His mind fizzles, feeling only Jimin, only heat, his orgasm pulsing through him, waiting to release. “Make me yours.”
Jimin sinks his teeth in easily. It doesn’t hurt at all. It sweeps through Jungkook like a breath of fresh air, to feel him and his mate connecting, embedding their bond through their bodies. It feels like a gentle breeze in the sun, skin cooled after its warm glow. Jungkook sucks in a deep breath, his nails returning to Jimin’s back and sinking in, dragging slowly, marking him, too.
Suddenly every touch is even more prominent as they move together, Jimin’s mouth soft and fluttering against Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s cock aches desperately, drooling onto his stomach, but Jimin holds them still, looking up from Jungkook’s collarbone to look at him. The intensity is startling but not stifling; Jungkook feels warmth, heat, and love, and he lets out breathy, panting laughter as Jimin smiles in amazement, pressing their sweaty foreheads together.
“You feel amazing,” Jungkook sighs.
Jimin hums. He’s at a loss for words, closing his eyes and nodding vigorously. Jungkook laughs and pulls Jimin closer, arms wrapped around his back. He can feel the marks he left on Jimin--mate marks now, of long lines deeming Jimin as Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s own mark on his collarbone feels… Jungkook doesn’t even have a word for it. Just that he knows it’s there, can distinctly feel its presence and how it connects him to Jimin, marking them as belonging to each other.
“Just on my back, hm?” Jimin murmurs. “Kind of hidden.”
Jungkook pouts. His mind is still hazy with sex and heat, and he’s surprised that they both have enough energy to tease, especially with Jimin still knotted inside him. But Jungkook doesn’t mind. He reaches for Jimin’s wrist and pulls it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss against the skin.
“Are you complaining?”
“I just figured you wanted everyone to see,” Jimin replies, looking so endearingly tired and fucked out but with a quirk to his lips.
“I do,” Jungkook says and nips at Jimin’s wrist. “Everyone can see right here.”
“Do it.”
Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. He latches his lips to the spot on Jimin’s wrist, smiling when Jimin groans at the scrape of his teeth and the lave of his tongue. When he pulls away, the spot is a satisfying shade of red.
“There,” Jungkook says, grinning at his masterpiece. Jimin laughs soft and hoarse, kisses him, and then starts to move them again, and Jungkook doesn’t think anymore, all coherency fluttering away with the wonderful feeling of Jimin filling him.
Jungkook has felt the brink of orgasm since Jimin began to knot him, but, as Jimin keeps a steady rhythm, grinding their hips together and soothing Jungkook’s heat, it finally feels like Jungkook is going to come. Jimin starts to stroke him, slow and firm and twisting at the tip just the way Jungkook likes, and Jungkook cries out Jimin’s name as he comes, releasing the tightness in his tummy and spilling between their locked bodies.
Finally, Jungkook feels his body begin to calm. He’s not flushed with heat, but instead he feels boneless and fucked clean. He doesn’t open his eyes, just catching his breath and letting Jimin kiss his cheeks and forehead and temple and whisper about how well he handled it, how he’s Jimin’s good little omega, and Jungkook shivers.
“Love you,” Jungkook murmurs. He’s tired--so, so tired all of a sudden. He lets his legs fall lax. Jimin shifts them around, rolls them over gently so Jungkook is curled up on his chest. It’ll be a few hours before Jimin’s knot softens inside him, and Jungkook is glad they have time. He’s not ready to be empty yet.
“I love you too, cutie,” Jimin hums, brushing soft fingers against Jungkook’s back. “Go to sleep. You’ll be wanting another round in a few hours.”
Jungkook laughs tiredly. He can’t imagine another round right now, and yet his body buzzes with excitement. He buries his face in Jimin’s neck and lets Jimin soothe him, softly falling into a heavy sleep.
Jungkook wakes later in the day. It must be afternoon, the sun still shining in the window. Their sleep schedules will probably be all kinds of fucked when they return to work.
He hums and closes his eyes, not yet ready to wake up, and nuzzles into Jimin’s chest. Jungkook loves waking up in the same bed as him. They try to stick to sleeping in their own beds, but Jungkook is still waiting for the day they get their own room in the dorm--or maybe their own apartment. Or maybe a house in Busan--right by the sea, with sleek wood floors. And a dog.
“What’re you smiling about?” Jimin hums, stroking his back idly.
“You.”
“Oh.”
“We should get a big bed.”
“Mmm,” Jimin replies, sounding sleepy. “That’d be nice.”
Getting out of bed is… Well, it’s messy. Jimin carries him to the bath so he doesn’t make more of a mess on the sheets, and they stay pressed together in the hot water. Jungkook takes the moment to inspect Jimin’s mate marks, his back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, and every touch makes goosebumps rise on his skin.
“No fair,” Jimin huffs. “I can’t reach your marks.”
Jungkook hums, swiping a thumb over the bite on Jimin’s wrist. Jimin hurries to lace their fingers so he can’t do it again.
A possessiveness curls into Jungkook’s chest, and he presses his nose to Jimin’s damp hairline, breathing him in. They belong to each other now. His alpha. He nips at the shell of his ear.
“Already?” Jimin asks, breath hitching at Jungkook’s needy touches.
“Not yet,” Jungkook replies. “We should have breakfast first.”
They eat breakfast--or technically dinner--on the couch in their underwear, ordering in because they’re too lazy to cook. They make it halfway through watching a movie whenever Jungkook starts to feel his heat lick at him again. It’s interesting to feel it start instead of waking up with it, an arousal flickering in his stomach, his attention distractingly unable to focus on anything but Jimin.
Jimin is oblivious--or maybe he’s a tease--but Jungkook curls up to his side, wanting to be closer. Jimin’s arm comes around him as Jungkook watches him, stares at his alpha watching the movie. His side profile is gorgeous, his cheeks a little rounded but jawline sharp, tan skin and long eyelashes. His lips are full and pink, not yet bitten to redness, and Jungkook bites his own lip, watching Jimin’s tongue dart out to lick his own lips.
Jimin snaps the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers. Jungkook yelps.
“I see you staring,” he murmurs quietly.
Jungkook presses his forehead to Jimin’s temple and closes his eyes. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
He squeals when Jimin tackles him into the couch cushions.
Jimin wakes to soft nips at his shoulder and neck. The tickling feeling starts at his earlobe. It moves slowly down his cheek, then to his jaw, accompanied with a kiss. Those lips move further down then and begin to bite at his neck, this time harder, with tongue and a soft little whine.
“Wake up,” Jungkook huffs. Jimin suppresses a smile. He tries not to jerk when he feels Jungkook’s hand drift down his chest and graze softly at his hipbones. His devious little hand caresses further and grips Jimin’s cock, stroking slowly. “Wake up, Jiminnie,” he sings.
“‘M up,” Jimin breathes. He doesn’t mean to sound as wrecked as he does, but after half a week of nothing but sleep and sex, Jimin can’t really help it. Jungkook laughs at him, morning breath against his cheek.
“Morning.”
“Already? Really?”
He feels the pout against his skin. “I’m in heat. Take care of me.”
Jimin hums. “‘Kay.” He presses up for a kiss and begins to roll them over, but Jungkook pushes him back.
“You know what might be fun?” Jungkook purrs. Jimin tries not to shudder. “I wanna know how it feels to ride your knot.”
“Shit,” Jimin curses.
“I’m still loose,” Jungkook sighs, sounding both desperate to have someone inside and pleased it’ll be so easy. Before Jimin can stop him, Jungkook is squirming his way onto Jimin’s chest and lining his now hard cock up to his entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimin gasps, feeling Jungkook sink onto his length.
That’s about how the rest of their week has been and how the day continues. Jungkook’s right; it is fun, feeling his little omega rock himself down and grind against his knot, and being inside Jungkook, locked together, makes Jimin’s body hum with pleasure and satisfaction.
It’s even more satisfying to see Jungkook’s mate-mark, stark and red against his collarbone in the morning light. Jimin has always loved the idea of marking his mate, of marking Jungkook, and he growls possessively, seeing Jungkook turn around in the mirror to inspect the marked bruises on his hips.
“I like them,” he hums and presses fingers against the mark on his collarbone. He hisses, still sensitive.
“How do mine look?” Jimin asks. Instantly Jungkook gives a pleased little hum, his hands brushing softly over the lines on his back. Jimin jumps; the marks will be sensitive for a few days, and they’ll always send little sparks of pleasure through their bodies at even the softest touch from each other.
“They look like you’re mine,” Jungkook says, nipping at Jimin’s earlobe and hugging him from behind. He runs his thumb over the mark on Jimin’s wrist, and Jimin clenches his fingers.
Jungkook’s sex drive during his heat is a little exhausting, but Jimin still thinks the week hasn’t been nearly long enough. He could spend the rest of his life making love to Jungkook and taking long, hot baths with him and ordering food in way too much and feeding each other in bed. They return to work still giddy and glowing and all over each other, the others curling their noses at them as they constantly gravitate towards each other and brush teasing fingers against each other’s mate-marks.
“You think they’re sick of us?” Jungkook asks, settling into Jimin’s lap in the dressing room. Hoseok and Yoongi have taken refuge on the opposite side of the room, and Taehyung and Namjoon give them amused looks in the mirror. Seokjin keeps his eyes glued to his phone.
“Maybe,” Jimin laughs, knowing the answer is a definite yes. It doesn’t matter, though. He’s happy having his omega--his mate--right here in his lap.