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Jimin feels the heavy weight of his stare as soon as he enters the room. It’s not too out of the ordinary for Jeongguk to seek him out when he first arrives, eager to greet him as they’ve become decent friends since they started working together. But today something is different. Something is off.
He offers Jeongguk a tentative smile and a little wave, which the idol returns a little stiffly. He doesn’t stop staring at Jimin, though, as the makeup artist moves to set his things down and start setting up his work space. He does his best to ignore the apprehensive feeling in his gut, but it only grows as the minutes pass without Jeongguk looking away.
Admittedly, his inner omega is pleased by the attention, glad to have the eyes of the alpha they like on only them. But Jimin is still concerned. And his concern only grows when Jeongguk finally approaches to have his makeup done and Jimin is hit full in the face with the scent of his prerut.
Jeongguk says nothing about it, so neither does Jimin, instead choosing to pick up a lighter topic of conversation. Jeongguk is a little distant, seemingly content to let Jimin do much of the talking while he applies primer and then foundation to his face.
He never stops staring, though. He's looking at Jimin like he's trying to burn holes in his head. Or maybe like he wants to eat him. And of course, Jimin's not exactly entirely opposed to that particular scenario, but it's hard to let his mind wander down the filthier path when he's too busy wondering if Jeongguk will be okay performing tonight.
He'd heard, of course, that Jeongguk would be going on a short break for his first rut soon. It's typical company gossip. The young idol had just presented as an alpha only a few short months ago. While alphas and omegas typically have their first rut or heat right after they present, the company had given Jeongguk supplements that would delay it long enough for him to finish his current schedules and events before having the opportune time for a break.
It just seems as though the last event has overlapped a bit with his prerut. Jimin feels bad. He knows how cranky and tired he gets when he's in preheat, and he can't even imagine having to go up onstage and perform, or stand around smiling for cameras.
Jimin turns back with a brush for Jungkook's eyeshadow and then leans in, but even still Jeongguk doesn't close his eyes. Going for a light, joking tone, he says, "Jeongguk-ssi... I know I'm pretty, but you can't stare all night. I need you to close your eyes."
Jeongguk swallows hard, having the decency to look a little embarrassed at being called out for his ogling. He's quick to mumble an apology and shut his eyes, and Jimin can't help but wonder if he'd be able to see a blush on his cheeks if he hadn't just covered them in makeup.
Jimin works quickly but thoroughly, blending the colors on Jeongguk's lids with practiced ease. Jeongguk has lovely eyes, and it's always been a treat to be able to enhance his natural beauty. He's definitely Jimin's favorite person to make up, for reasons unrelated to the fact that he's hopelessly attracted to the alpha, and definitely crushing on him.
It's as Jimin is blowing lightly at Jeongguk's face to get the fallout off his cheeks that it happens. Jeongguk's manager - a pleasant woman in her early thirties - approaches, checking in to see how Jeongguk's feeling.
But he doesn't even let her speak. As soon as he senses her presence, maybe by scent or just by sheer instinct, he pulls his lips back into a snarl and lets out a low, warning growl. Jimin flinches lightly, pulling away from Jeongguk the slightest bit as he's surprised by the alpha's aggressive behavior.
His manager seems equally surprised but she eyes Jeongguk and then Jimin in turn and decides to let it be as she turns and walks away.
Jimin's mouth feels suddenly dry, and his omega is practically clawing at his insides, wanting to be let out. His wolf is extremely turned on and proud of the fact that Jeongguk felt the need to threaten someone he's close to because he didn't want them near Jimin.
Logically, Jimin feels bad. He knows that this must mean Jeongguk's alpha has more control over him than usual. "Jeongguk... are you okay?" he asks carefully.
Finally Jeongguk's eyes slit open and he looks up at Jimin from under his lashes. He looks even more intimidating now because of the smokey makeup Jimin had put on him. "I just didn't want her near you. I'm sorry."
It hits him then. Jeongguk's manager is also an alpha. He must be feeling territorial over Jimin because he's an unmated omega that Jeongguk is relatively close to. He's never had a rut before, so he likely has no idea that he's behaving strangely.
"It's okay, Jeongguk-ssi. I can stay with you until you go onstage if you'd like?" he offers as he puts his brushes away.
Even though Jeongguk is still tense, he looks relieved at Jimin's offer and forces a smile for his friend to reassure him. "Thanks, Jimin-ssi. I would really appreciate that. And also..." Jimin turns back to him, giving him his full attention. "I'm sorry."
Jimin's heart breaks, because he can see just how out of sorts and uncomfortable in his own skin Jeongguk is feeling. He reaches out and rubs at his shoulder. "It's really okay, Jeongguk-ssi. I promise. Trust me, it's nothing like how bad my first heat was," he says, hoping to alleviate some of the awkward tension.
Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. "What happened with your first heat?" he asks. Jimin has to smile at that, because it's not at all a question Jeongguk would normally ask. He's usually way too shy for that sort of thing.
"Well," Jimin starts, leaning his hip against the counter behind him. "I was in high school. And I had been feeling a little under the weather for two days, but no one said anything to me about my scent or anything like that. Apparently, it didn’t give anything away at all.” Jeongguk’s brow furrows, and it’s easy to tell that he’s thinking about what would happen if his first rut was a surprise like Jimin's heat. “Well,” Jimin continues. “I was in the middle of an exam, and boom. Suddenly it just hit, full force, like a truck.”
“No…” Jeongguk whispers, eyes wide as he imagines it.
“Oh yeah,” Jimin says, nodding. But he’s laughing too. Of course it was awful at the time, but it makes for a great story now. “Slick flooding my underwear, skin on fire, I even moaned. Like out loud, in the middle of the dead silence of an exam, straight up moaned.”
“Oh my god, you must’ve been mortified,” Jeongguk says, but he’s starting to grin now, seeing the humor in the tale.
Jimin nods, still grinning. "Oh yeah. Definitely. They made me go to the nurse's office and I had to call my mom to come get me. I cried the whole way home I was so embarrassed."
Jeongguk finally cracks a real smile for the first time tonight. "Thanks, Jimin-ssi. For sharing that. I feel better now. I'm still sorry about before. You know, the staring... and the growling."
"It's fine," Jimin says, maybe a little too quickly. He can't help it though. He really is attracted to Jeongguk, and seeing first hand that maybe his alpha is interested in his omega too... well, it's definitely flattering at the least and exciting at most.
"Jeongguk! It's time for you to go!"
They both turn at the sound of his manager's voice calling him, wisely staying a safe distance away. Jeongguk nods and then stands. He gives Jimin one last smile before stalking off to join his manager. Jimin can see the tension rise back into his shoulders more and more with each step he takes away from him.
His lips jut out in a pout, worried for the alpha. But he's glad he was able to make him smile once before going onstage.
Jimin doesn't see Jeongguk again after that. His work is done, so he packs up his things and heads home. His hands are tense on the wheel as he drives, though, still worrying over Jeongguk, wondering if he's doing okay now, or if his hired rut partner will take care of him well. Perhaps he's putting a bit too much thought into it for the level of intimacy they have with one another. But they are friends, Jimin rationalizes. It's okay for him to be worried.
When he gets into his apartment, he sets his things down and sets about pouring himself a glass of wine. All he needs is a nice, relaxing night watching dramas and drinking wine to distract himself from feeling anxious about Jeongguk's rut. The best way to quiet his distressed omega is to drown him out with pampering himself.
He's a glass of wine and an episode into his binging when his phone rings. When he checks the caller ID, he frowns. Why would Jeongguk’s manager be calling him? Did he leave something at the venue?
Confused and a little concerned, Jimin hurries to set his glass down and pick up the call. "Hello?"
"Jimin-ssi. I'm sorry to bother you so late."
"No, no, it's okay. What can I help you with?"
"Ah, well. It's Jeongguk."
Jimin sits up straighter, heart pounding in his throat as his omega feels instantly distressed at the thought that there's something wrong with Jeongguk. "What is it? Is he okay?"
There's hesitance in the manager's voice when she speaks again. "Not... exactly. Listen, Jimin-ssi. I'm going to be upfront and blunt with you, so forgive me in advance if I cross any professional boundaries."
"Please speak without worry of any of that."
"As you know, Jeongguk's rut has been scheduled for this time in advance, and the company set about making arrangements for him to spend it at a rut facility with a professional. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, this booking has been cancelled by the facility. They’re deeply apologetic, but that doesn’t help Jeongguk."
Jimin hums, encouraging her to go on. He hadn't even realized that he'd stood and started pacing, but he certainly isn't going to stop now when tension is creeping through his body like a disease.
"Of course, we understand that things like this occur, so we assured Jeongguk that we'd be sorting it out for him and he'd have a new rut partner by tomorrow. But apparently, something about my saying that set off his alpha, and he cursed and hung up on me."
Jimin gasps. Jeongguk would never do something like that. Even when tired or upset, he's always careful of how he speaks, wanting to be polite at all times.
"Of course, I hurried to his apartment to check on him, but he refused to let anyone in. I can tell he's delirious and practically feral. He's lost to his alpha right now."
"Okay, I'm just as concerned as you are but why are you wasting time on the phone with me? Shouldn't you be calling a doctor? Or, I don't know, a rut specialist? The police or even his landlord?" Jimin says frantically, babbling out any possibility for someone to help. He’s so focused on how to help him that he doesn’t even acknowledge the desperate feeling inside his omega for him to go, for him to be the one to help his alpha.
"Ah, well." And now she sounds almost... embarrassed over the line. "You see, he's been saying your name over and over. It's mixed in among the growling, but it's very clearly your name. I know it's not your job, and I hope you don't take offense, but would you be willing to come over here? Maybe even help him through his rut? We'll pay you for your time, of course."
While his omega is immediately thrilled at the prospect, Jimin himself is more focused on the offer of payment. He almost wants to be offended. Because while sex work is a valid career, Jimin isn’t some stranger. He cares about Jeongguk. "No, no," Jimin says, even though his heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest. "That won't be necessary. He's my friend. I'll take care of him," he says, conviction strong in his voice.
Jeongguk's manager thanks him profusely and asks him to hurry, so Jimin hangs up and quickly gathers things into a large duffel bag. He makes sure to pack both clean and dirty clothes, some snacks, even a couple throw blankets and his pillow.
It only takes him about five minutes to compile everything, but he pauses at the door, deliberating with himself. He groans quietly when he finally decides it's probably best to prep a little before heading over.
So he stalks back to his bedroom, hurriedly disrobing and bending over the side of his bed so he can prep himself. He works as fast as he can while still being thorough, and when he's done he puts on the sweats and tee shirt that he slept in the night before, opting to forego underwear for obvious reasons.
Praying he's not forgetting anything, he swallows down all his nerves and rushes out of his apartment.
There’s a pit in his stomach -- a combination of excitement, anxiety, and worry -- when Jimin approaches the door of Jeongguk's apartment, he can already hear the ferocious snarling that's coming from inside. Normally, it would be extremely ill-advised for an unmated omega to approach an alpha who has gone practically feral in rut, but Jimin's omega is pushing him to open the door and help, rather than run away in self-preservation.
So he trusts his instincts. He punches in the code that Jeongguk's manager had texted him and carefully opens the door. He's quick to shut it behind himself, not wanting any of Jeongguk's noises or scent to escape the contained area.
He's hit with a wave of Jeongguk's pheromones so potent that he actually whimpers. He leans heavily against the door to keep himself upright as he feels slick leak into his sweats. Jimin takes a deep breath to steel himself but it only serves to rile his wolf up as he breathes in more of Jeongguk's scent.
He sets his bag down and takes his jacket and shoes off, quickly but quietly. He doesn't want to startle Jeongguk, but he knows that the alpha has a strong nose and that he'll smell Jimin soon if he doesn't hurry.
He's quiet and careful as he creeps down the hall, following the sound of Jeongguk's moans and growls. The last thing he wants is to startle Jeongguk, so he braces himself to call out to him as he pushes open the door. He ends up failing miserably.
He can't help but gasp loudly at the sight of the disheveled, desperate alpha. His shirt is rucked up to his chest, and his sweatpants and underwear are tangled around his ankles like he couldn't even bother to get them off properly. Jimin has a clear view of his ass as Jeongguk clings and ruts against one of the pillows from his bed. Jimin can only imagine what his cock looks like, dripping and angry red as he seeks relief.
There's something bunched up near Jeongguk's face, which he holds tightly. Jimin recognizes it as the sweater Jeongguk left the venue in, and pieces together the fact that it must hold some of Jimin's scent from earlier.
It all happens so quickly after that. After Jimin gasps, Jeongguk lifts his head to see him. Jimin's heart breaks at the tears he sees in the alpha's eyes, but then Jeongguk is taking a deep breath of his scent and shivering on the exhale as he comes. Jimin watches as his eyes roll back and his chest heaves with a loud moan. With the way he's turned, he can even see the spurts of cum that land on his pillow.
Jimin can't help but moan too, omega overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of sensation. The slick is hot and wet where it drips down his thighs. Mouth agape, Jimin splutters to say something, anything, but Jeongguk is quicker, getting to his feet to approach Jimin and crowd him against the wall.
"J-Jeong-" Jimin starts, naturally shrinking into himself as the alpha approaches.
But Jeongguk's loud snarl cuts him off. Jimin flinches, body tensing at the sound, but Jeongguk just buries his face in Jimin's neck, nudging at his jaw with his nose until Jimin finally gets it.
Jeongguk might be a little feral right now, but he's not going to hurt him. His alpha has just completely taken over, and he wants Jimin and his omega to submit. So he does. Jimin takes a deep breath, letting Jeongguk's rich scent calm him before he exhales and relaxes, letting his head fall to the side so he can bare his throat to the alpha.
Something like a whine comes out of Jeongguk then as he rubs his face against Jimin's neck, beginning a quick scenting. Close together like this, Jimin can feel that Jeongguk's still hard against him, and that his body is tense with apprehension and worry. It's like Jeongguk himself is trying to hold his alpha back.
But Jimin doesn't want that. He doesn't want Jeongguk's first rut to be filled with anxiety or regret. So he reaches up, sliding his hands down Jeongguk's shoulders to soothe away the tension in them. "It's okay, Jeonggukie," he says, lips brushing against Jeongguk's ear. "Take whatever you need. I'm here to help."
A sob shakes out of Jeongguk's chest, relief allowing him to finally relax. Jimin can feel the wetness of Jeongguk's tears on his neck as he moves. Jimin is surprised but not deterred when Jeongguk reaches for his clothes, tearing them in his haste to get them off. Jimin's fitted joggers end up ripped along the seam so his ass and cock hang out, slick dripping down his legs. His shirt is in shreds on the floor by the time Jeongguk is hauling Jimin up by the thighs.
Jimin thanks his former self for having the foresight to prep before coming over here, because Jeongguk doesn't hesitate after that, snapping his hips blindly to get his cock in him. Jimin lets out a little shushing sound, rubbing Jeongguk's cheek with one hand to get him to relax before shifting so he can reach down behind himself and guide Jeongguk's hard, drooling cock to his wet hole.
Jeongguk whimpers as he finally sinks inside. "There you go," Jimin whispers, burying his face in Jeongguk's neck to drink in his scent as he tries to quickly relax around the girth inside of him. There's no time to adjust, though, as Jeongguk starts slamming into him. The force of his thrusts push Jimin uncomfortably up the wall, and he can’t do much other than hang on tight and bury his face in Jeongguk’s neck.
Jeongguk’s alpha is in complete control as he ruthlessly takes Jimin up against the wall. Jimin doesn’t mind, though. He just lets his omega feel the satisfaction of helping the alpha they care so much about, their alpha. He moans lightly against Jeongguk’s skin, but the sound is mostly drowned out by all the noise Jeongguk is making -- his heavy panting breaths, his desperating growling, and the wet squelch of his cock in and out of Jimin’s hole.
It feels good -- more than good, it feels right -- to be connected to Jeongguk like this. He’s never felt so hot and feverish, so worked up. Even though he's helped other alphas through their ruts, it's never been so intense, especially not right from the start like this.
But Jeongguk fills him so well. He holds him close and fucks him deep, and Jimin's head swims from the sharp pleasure of it. He makes sure that he's vocal about how good he feels, knowing how much alphas love to know that they're pleasing their partner.
It doesn't take long, though. Jeongguk is so on edge, so riled up and consumed by his alpha, that hardly a minute or two passes before he's coming hard inside of Jimin, sinking his teeth into the meat of his shoulder and grinding his hips against his ass.
Jimin grips Jeongguk's hair tightly in one fist, gasping at the sting of the bite on his shoulder. It's not enough to mate him, wouldn't be without Jimin's bite in return, but it makes him feel more connected, to be claimed by his alpha so nicely.
Once Jeongguk has finally emptied himself, they both relax a little, limbs like jelly as Jeongguk sinks to the ground, still careful to hold Jimin and not let him fall and get hurt.
Jimin cups his face to get his attention. Jeongguk's eyes are still wide and a little crazed, but he seems to have slowed down enough to listen. "Let's go to the bed at least, yeah?" he suggests, voice soft and pliant, to make sure he doesn't set off the alpha by sounding like he's giving orders.
But Jeongguk just nods, gathering Jimin up in his arms to carry him to the bed. He lays him down more gently than Jimin expects, but he's quick to settle over him, hunkering down to keep Jimin close and pinned.
They're both still hard, cocks squished up against one another and each other's hips. Wanting to make Jeongguk feel good as quickly as possible so his rut can break, Jimin pushes the alpha back, turning them over until Jimin can straddle Jeongguk’s waist.
Some alphas don’t like this position, especially not in rut, but Jeongguk seems content with the fact that Jimin had bared his neck and let him scent him, so he doesn’t mind, especially when Jimin lifts up and then lowers himself down onto his cock, taking him in all the way.
The angle is so much better than their hurried tryst against the wall, so good that it makes Jimin’s head loll as he moans. He doesn’t waste too much time savoring it, though. Instead, he rocks himself back and forth, grinding himself on Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk holds tight to Jimin’s hips, lips pulled back in a snarl. Jimin reads the expression for what it is: a fierce desire, rather than anything threatening.
“Take what you need,” Jimin reminds him as he starts bouncing on his cock. His thighs will only let him go so hard, but he doesn’t want to limit Jeongguk. Anything he needs, Jimin wants to give him.
Jeongguk takes him up on his offer as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts upward, hands squeezing even harder to hold Jimin up so he can pound into him.
Feeling like a ragdoll, Jimin plants his hands on Jeongguk’s chest to give himself some stability. “Fuck, oh fuck, Jeongguk,” he babbles, eyes flutter from the delirium flooding through his senses.
It doesn’t take long after that. Jeongguk is so worked up because of his rut, and Jimin is on edge from all the pheromones and now being fucked a second time. Jeongguk howls passionately when he comes this time. It’s a noise alphas only make when they feel strongly about something, like missing their mate or feeling extreme joy or connection.
The feeling of being filled makes Jimin shake with pleasure as the sound of Jeongguk’s howl resonates deep within him. He feels himself peak and lifts his hips, letting Jeongguk slip out of him as his whole body tenses and he squirts all over Jeongguk’s cock.
His thighs shake from the pleasure and he quickly plops back down, moaning loudly as slick pours out of him at an unprecedented rate. He can hear Jeongguk’s pleased hum and knows his alpha must be proud that he made an omega squirt.
Jimin is panting, still trembling from how hard he came as he falls forward to lay himself down on Jeongguk's chest. It's too warm in the room now, his face hot with arousal and exertion, but he doesn't mind that Jeongguk's skin is warm and tacky with sweat. Just being close to him feels nice.
His eyes flutter shut as he tries to catch his breath, but they quickly snap back open when Jeongguk uses the hold on his hips to lift him and then drop him back down onto his cock, still hard and aching.
Jimin gasps, the overstimulation of his prostate sending electric shocks up his spine. "J-Jeongguk...." he whines. "I can't-- I can't go again right away, I'm sorry."
Jeongguk looks immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry, Jimin. I just-- I need more still, I'm sorry, please." He sounds desperate, but still more like himself than he has all night. At least he's forming full sentences instead of growling.
"It's okay. I can take you again, just not right away. I just need a little break, but I can still take care of you," he promises. Honestly, Jimin feels a little bad, his omega disappointed that they can't take alpha's cock again, but he knows it'll be better to conserve his energy, and he's confident he can still make Jeongguk feel good.
So he carefully lifts himself off Jeongguk's cock, whimpering at the way cum and slick drip out of his slightly gaped hole to spill on Jeongguk's cock and abdomen.
He backs up, moving to situate himself in between Jeongguk's spread legs. "Can I suck you off, alpha?" he asks, tilting his head in a little show of submission to calm Jeongguk's alpha even further.
A little squeak-like sound escapes Jeongguk at the use of the title "alpha" and Jimin sees his chest puff up in pride when Jimin asks for his permission. Jimin offers him a sweet smile in return just as Jeongguk is nodding his head yes. "Okay, I'm delicate, though," he says coyly. "So be gentle with me at first, yea?"
Not wanting to make him wait any longer, Jimin leans down, taking Jeongguk's heavy cock in hand and raising the tip to his lips. Teasing just a bit, he rubs it over his mouth, smearing the mixture of their fluid on his lips, making them shine. Jeongguk groans, never taking his eyes off Jimin. His hips twitch, clearly getting restless, so Jimin takes pity on him and gives him what he so desperately needs.
Sinking his mouth down Jeongguk's shaft is difficult but so satisfying. The taste of his cum is strong, almost completely overpowering the sweet, slightly tangy taste of his own slick, but the combination is obscenely perfect. It reminds him and his omega of how they've been joined, how they're making each other feel so good.
He hums as he finally makes it all the way down, lips flush against Jeongguk's skin. He takes a deep breath, satisfied by how Jeongguk moans above him, and then lifts back up, pushing hard with his tongue to give Jeongguk the friction he needs.
Slowly but surely he works up a rhythm. He shifts his focuses every few seconds, sometimes sucking on the head while working his shaft over with his hand, and other times sinking down as far as he can so he can fuck his throat down onto the tip of his cock over and over.
Jeongguk seems to like that best, hands reaching up to hold Jimin's hair and keep him in place so he can fuck into his throat. Thankfully, Jimin has worked himself up slowly enough that he doesn't choke or gag. He just lets Jeongguk use him and his mouth.
When he casts his eyes upwards, he sees that Jeongguk is staring down at him, eyes fixated on Jimin's mouth, drooling profusely so that spit drips out of the corners of his mouth to slide down his shaft and pool on his pelvis.
Jimin can tell when Jeongguk is close. His hips snap a little more sporadically and his moaning dips back into those feral growls from before. Jimin is surprised to hear him gasp out a little, "Please," as he holds Jimin's head down and fucks into his mouth the last few times.
Humming his approval, Jimin braces himself. His omega is pleased to have made their alpha feel so good, so pleased in fact that he can hear himself beginning to purr. He seals his lips tighter around Jeongguk's cock and purrs louder, encouraging him to come in his mouth.
He does, just seconds later, a loud moan ripping out of him as he holds Jimin down one last time, his release spilling straight down his throat. Jimin tries his best to swallow it all, but he ends up having to pull back, spluttering a bit as cum spills out of his lips.
Jeongguk looks dazed and fucked out, but still he doesn't look away from Jimin, like he's completely enraptured by him. The thought makes Jimin flush a bit in embarrassment. He lifts his hand to wipe his face, but Jeongguk hurries to stop him.
Instead, Jeongguk cups his chin, using his thumb to spread his mess along Jimin's lips and cheek. He lays his hand into the rest of his cum and then brings it up to Jimin's neck, massaging it into his scent gland to thoroughly mark him.
Jimin just closes his eyes and keeps purring, letting him do as he pleases.
Of course, it only takes another minute or so for Jeongguk to be ready to go again. "I'm okay now, Jeonggukie. You can fuck me again," Jimin says as he pushes himself up.
It seems that's all Jeongguk wanted to hear, because he quickly leaps up, reaching for Jimin so he can push him back onto the bed. Jimin lets himself be manhandled, though he can't help but whine when Jeongguk lifts his legs and pushes them up toward Jimin’s face, practically folding him in half. Of course, Jimin is flexible, so it doesn't matter much, especially when Jeongguk's hands hold all of the weight of his thighs, allowing him to go limp.
Jeongguk wastes no time in fucking right back into him. Jimin's rim is still sensitive from the previous rounds of fucking, and his mouth drops open with sharp moan.
Jeongguk fucks just as hard as he did before, still desperate for release, but his face is more his own. There's less tension in his brow, less aggression in the clench of his jaw. Jimin braces his hands against the headboard and just relaxes so he can take it well.
He can feel himself getting wetter and wetter, until it's dripping out of him despite the fact that Jeongguk's cock should be keeping it in as he fucks into him even harder. It's only when he feels the base of Jeongguk's cock start to swell, the small bump catching on his rim with each thrust, that he realizes his body is getting ready to take his knot.
His omega is overjoyed once again, proud to have made Jeongguk feel good enough for his rut to finally break for a moment so he can knot and feel satisfied. Jimin's own cock is hard and wet at the tip, flopping uselessly against his own stomach. He reaches one hand down to take it in a light grip. He only needs a little bit of friction. The touch of his hand added to the stimulation of Jeongguk's cock drilling into him is enough to have him right on the edge, but he wants to come just fro Jeongguk fucking him and he wants them to come together.
"Come on, alpha," he gasps out. "Come inside me. Fill up your omega."
Jeongguk growls loud at that, leaning more of his weight onto the back of Jimin's knees so that he's hovering over him as he finally pops his knot. The stretch has Jimin coming right away, walls clenching tight around him, hugging his knot perfectly.
When Jeongguk sits up, he tosses his head back and lets out a groan. Jimin can see tears of relief running down Jeongguk's face. He's probably exhausted and finally being able to knot must feel so, so good.
He lets Jimin's legs go, and they flop back down onto the mattress, the movement causing him to whimper a little at the shift of his knot against his rim. But then Jeongguk unloads again, more of his cum filling him up. It'll likely go on intermittently for another few minutes, but they'll be locked together for about half an hour.
Jeongguk grinds forward when he comes the third time, grinding against Jimin's prostate so hard that he tenses up and comes again, moaning at the pleasure and overstimulation. It takes him a moment to realize it but the extra wet and full feeling, but he groans when he realizes he squirted. Some of it spills out, even around Jeongguk's knot, but mostly he's just over-full with slick and cum and he knows there's more coming.
But he wants to be a good omega and take care of Jeongguk during his rut, so he doesn't complain, simply squeezes tighter around Jeongguk's cock to milk him through his extended orgasm.
It's something like ten minutes later when Jeongguk finally sighs, his cock still locked inside but spent for now. He lays himself down then, careful not to hurt Jimin as he lays across his body.
Jimin reaches up, combing his fingers through Jeongguk's sweaty hair. "Such a good alpha," he says quietly. As they settle down a bit more, Jimin smiles when he feels Jeongguk start to purr. He joins him soon after, and they just hold one other as they breathe deeply and bask in each other's scents.
Jimin closes his eyes. Jeongguk is a little heavy on top of him, but he feels sated and full and warm, so he's happy. Just as he feels like he might be on the edge of sleep, Jeongguk speaks.
For the first time since Jimin arrived, it sounds like Jeongguk, really and truly. "Hey, Jimin-ssi?" Jimin acknowledges him with a hum. "Thank you," he says quietly, like he's a little embarrassed.
Jimin just smiles against Jeongguk's neck. "You don't need to thank me."
Finally, after what feels like days but must only be a few feverish hours, Jeongguk falls asleep. Jimin feels worn out and tired already, but his omega instincts drive him up and out of Jeongguk's bed. He doesn't think too much about it, simply lets his omega take over as he sets about pulling things out from all corners of the room.
He starts with blankets, taking the ones from his own bag by the door, the ones from Jeongguk's bed, and the ones from his couch. He dumps them all in a huge pile in the middle of Jeongguk's living room, being quiet so that Jeongguk doesn't wake up.
Next come the clothes. Rifling through Jeongguk's dirty laundry would normally be weird, but Jimin isn't aware of himself enough to feel any embarrassment or shame as he pulls out all of Jeongguk's hoodies and sweats, anything carrying his scent and soft enough to be added to the nest.
His own clothes he's less particular about, just dumping all the things that he'd brought. Once everything is compiled, he sets about arranging it into a nest. He pushes the coffee table to one corner of the room and then shoves the couch away from the television. It leaves a nice open space on the floor for Jimin to lay the foundation of blankets.
Jimin has always been rather particular about how he nests. He doesn't think too hard about it, as it's all instinctual, but he just knows everything has to be just so. He places each item carefully, favoring Jeongguk's side with his clothes and his own side with Jeongguk's, until finally all that remains is his own pillow he'd brought along and a little bunny plush he'd found in the corner of Jeongguk's room.
He sets his pillow on Jeongguk's side, and then carefully places the bunny atop it. Satisfied, he sets about the final step: rolling around in the nest to let his scent coat it.
Of course, he still smells like Jeongguk after being thoroughly scented, fucked, filled, and knotted. But he figures it's best this way. Alphas usually like their nests to smell of themselves, as a territorial thing, with a light coating of the scent of their mate as well.
Finally, Jimin's omega feels content, proud of the nest they've made for their alpha, and Jimin crawls out of the nest to head to the kitchen. He roots around, pulling out a few simple ingredients that he can cook up quickly. Once he's done, he sets it to a simmer so it stays hot and then bounds back to Jeongguk's room.
The alpha is still sleeping, though he looks less peaceful than before. There's a pinch to his brow that speaks of some sort of worry, and Jimin frowns as he reaches to smooth the line with his thumb. Jimin's proximity seems to settle some of the tension in his features, and Jimin can't help but smile.
"Jeonggukie," he says quietly, hand cupping his cheek gently. Typically, Jeongguk sleeps like the dead, but he must feel restless due to his rut, because his eyes flutter open soon after Jimin touches his face. "Hi," Jimin says. Jeongguk offers a small smile back, but doesn't speak. Jimin wonders how out of it Jeongguk currently feels. Before he'd fallen asleep, he'd been a little more verbal but still pretty lost to his rut. "You need to eat something."
Jeongguk frowns at that, twisting to wrap his arm around Jimin's bare thighs and bury his face in his hip. He shakes his head a little, and Jimin has to let out an endeared huff of laughter, reaching up to run his finger through Jeongguk's long, curled hair and scratch lightly at his scalp.
"Yes," he insists. "Come on. Your omega made you food so you have to eat it."
Jimin's not exactly sure where those bold words came from, but that seems to catch Jeongguk's attention. He sits up, a little more alert, nudging at Jimin's neck and scent gland. "Okay," he agrees quietly. He tilts his head, allowing Jeongguk the space to scent him for a minute or two before they get up. They do so slowly, a little stiff and sore from their rigorous night in the sheets, and make their way out of the room, practically glued together.
"Wait," Jimin says, stopping Jeongguk at the threshold. "I may have... made you something else. But it's a surprise, so you have to close your eyes." Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, a little like a confused puppy. Jimin covers his mouth as he laughs lightly. "Just-- close them! I promise, you'll like it." At least, I hope you will.
Feeling a bit nervous, Jimin takes Jeongguk's hand and leads him down the hall. "Okay... You can open your eyes now," he says once he sets Jeongguk close enough.
He watches Jeongguk's eyes flutter open prettily and then glance around before they settle on the organized chaos of the nest Jimin built. It takes him a moment to realize what it is, but as soon as he does, tears promptly spring from his eyes.
Instantly worried, Jimin hurries to wipe the tears from his face. "Oh my goodness, please don't cry! If you don't like it, I can-- well, I can change it!" he says, though his omega is distressed at the possibility of their alpha rejecting their nest.
But Jeongguk is shaking his head. He’s suddenly much more awake and lucid now that he’s seen the nest Jimin has built for him. "No, no... Jimin... it's lovely. I just-- I've never had someone build a nest for me before, so it means a lot to me." Oh. Jimin relaxes then, feeling a little silly. Jeongguk approaches the nest slowly, then turns to look at Jimin over his shoulder. "Can I?" he asks, gesturing to the nest.
Jimin nods. "Of course you can. It's your nest after all." Jeongguk's smile is so wide at hearing that, and Jimin can't help but smile with him. He's quick to crawl into the nest after that, immediately snuggling into Jimin's pillow that he'd left him. The bunny plush, however, he places delicately on Jimin's side, almost like a gift.
After he basks in it for a minute, enhancing his scent to leave it all over the nest, he looks up at Jimin with wide, hopeful eyes. "Will you come in?"
"Ah, just one second!" Jimin says. He runs to the kitchen to put the food on a plate and grab a fork. When he comes back, he's careful getting into the nest to sit down beside Jeongguk. He gets as close as he can, thigh pressed up against Jeongguk's side.
"Here, alpha," he says, stabbing a piece of meat with the fork and then holding it up to Jeongguk's mouth. "You need to eat."
Jeongguk looks up at him then, eyes wide and round and sparkling with more emotion than Jimin has ever seen. He knows. He understands what his words and actions mean. There’s a sort of primal instinct when it comes to omegas feeding their alphas. It’s been adopted as a cultural social custom, but it stems from that instinct.
Alphas are providers. Back when people lived in packs, they were the hunters and the protectors. The omegas were their backbone, the support system that kept them thriving. So when an omega feeds an alpha, it’s a statement that shows two things. First, that the omega can also provide for the alpha and therefore they are equal. And second, that they care for the alpha deeply.
In modern society, it’s still interpreted a bit like that. It now transcends the alpha, omega dynamic. Regardless of rank, feeding another wolf is seen as a very intimate moment that’s shared only by immediate family members or couples.
Of course, that’s what’s running through Jeongguk’s mind as Jimin offers him a bite to eat. But he makes no comment. He just opens his mouth obediently and hums in appreciation as the food hits his tongue.
Jimin’s omega preens with satisfaction and pride. Their alpha has accepted the gesture, and that means he’s accepted them.
They share the whole plate that way. At some point Jeongguk sits up and demands Jimin let him feed him as well, so of course Jimin indulges him. And once the plate is clear, Jeongguk pulls Jimin down and tangles their limbs together.
“Thank you for my nest,” he says, mouth smushed against Jimin’s collarbone.
Jimin laughs lightly. “You’re welcome.”
“Can I scent you again? I want you to smell like me when my rut hits me hard again,” Jeongguk says, voice small, like he’s hesitant to ask.
“Of course you can,” Jimin says, pushing himself up on his hands. But Jeongguk tugs him back down and rolls them over, so Jimin is underneath him.
“Sorry, can we just-- like this?” Jimin smiles fondly and nods. “Thank you.”
Jeongguk buries his face in Jimin’s neck and sets about scenting him thoroughly, rubbing his cheek against his scent gland before working the area over with his lips, teeth and tongue.
Jimin lets himself relax into the feeling, letting Jeongguk’s pleasant scent wash over him until he’s blissfully floating in a fuzzy, far off place.
And when, just a few short minutes later, Jeongguk starts rutting against his thigh, moaning and growling, Jimin just smiles dopily, turning over to present himself for the alpha he’s wanted for so long.
It’s coming to an end soon. Jimin’s omega, feeling closer to Jeongguk’s alpha than ever before, can sense the end of his rut approaching. The thought makes him equal parts relieved and sad. Relieved because he’s bone tired at this point, and he knows sleeping for a whole day afterwards will do wonders for him, but sad because he’s unsure where he stands with Jeongguk.
He doesn’t think about that, though, too busy swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of Jeongguk’s cum. His rut is simmering down, and Jeongguk has been less focused on getting himself off these last few hours, and more focused on making Jimin come as many times as possible. Of course, Jimin’s omega instincts are still pushing him to satisfy Jeongguk as much as possible, so it’s turned into a little competition.
He pulls back, wiping his face with his hand as he gasps in a deep breath. Jeongguk is still panting from his orgasm, but he surges forward, basically tackling Jimin. The two of them laugh as they wrestle playfully. Jeongguk growls lightly and Jimin shivers, naturally responding to the alpha’s sound, but he pushes against him until he comes out on top, straddling Jeongguk’s hips.
He’s foolish to let his guard down, thinking he’s bested Jeongguk. The alpha waits for the opportune moment before seizing Jimin by the waist and pinning him to the mattress below. “It’s my turn, omega,” he says, grinning wide.
“Oh yeah?” Jimin taunts. “I just made you come three times in like twenty minutes. How are you going to top that?”
Jeongguk just lifts a shoulder, his lips taking on a cocky tilt. “I don’t have to. I’m just going to give you one orgasm that’s so mind-blowing that it makes up for all of that.”
Jimin laughs out loud at that, covering his mouth with one hand. “Okay, hotshot. Show me, then.”
“With pleasure.”
Jeongguk flips Jimin over, tugging on his hips to get him up onto his knees. They slip a little on the blankets under them but he finds his footing quickly. Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate to spread his cheeks and dive forward, tongue first. Jimin buries his face in the blankets beneath him to muffle the way he keens at the sweet pressure of Jeongguk’s mouth against him.
He eats him out like a starved man, like his slick is the only thing quenching an unquenchable thirst. It gets to the point where Jimin is impressed Jeongguk can even still breathe he’s been going at it so long.
But just as he feels that familiar coil in his stomach, just as his toes begin to curl with pleasure, Jeongguk pulls back. Jimin whines, calling out for him, asking why he’d stopped.
“You gotta wait,” Jeongguk teases. “I said mind-blowing, not mediocre.” His fingertips rub lightly at Jimin’s rim until they’re practically sucked inside, Jimin’s body so ready and willing to accept him after all this time. He slips them in, finding Jimin’s prostate easily by now and rubbing hard against it for a few moments.
Just when Jimin starts to moan loudly again, he stops, pulling his fingers out, dripping with slick. When Jimin turns over his shoulder to glare at Jeongguk, all the disgruntlement vanishes as he watches Jeongguk suck each drop of his slick from his fingers.
“Please,” he mumbles, shaking his hips a little to entice Jeongguk back to touching him.
“Mm, sorry,” Jeongguk mumbles around his fingers. “I just couldn’t help myself. Your slick tastes so good.” Jimin flushes at his words, wondering when exactly Jeongguk became so shameless.
But Jimin knows a bit about being shameless, too. “There’s more slick if you put your mouth back on me, alpha.”
With a grin and a growl, Jeongguk plunges back in, eating him out with renewed vigor. Jimin is helplessly lost to the pleasure that sings up his spine. Desperation creeps up on him much sooner than he thought he would, especially when Jeongguk denies him of his orgasm a second time.
He whines, almost ready to cry as he ruts down against the nest below him. He’s only able to rub against the soft blanket under his cock a couple times before Jeongguk halts him. “Please, please, alpha, I’m good. I’ve been a good omega,” he babbles.
“Shh, I know. You’re so good. Just wait a little longer for me. I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” Jeongguk says, calming Jimin down by rubbing a hand up and down his back. “Can you come on my tongue for me, huh?”
“I don’t know,” Jimin quips. “Are you gonna put your mouth back on me?”
Jeongguk drops his jaw in feigned surprise at Jimin’s bratty comment, but it’s soon replaced with a smile as he laughs lightly. “Yes, baby, I will.”
Jimin turns his head back forward, burying his face in his forearms so Jeongguk can’t see the blush on his cheeks or the smile tugging at his lips. Baby. He likes the sound of that.
He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he’s startled when Jeongguk leans in to suck more slick from his hole. He plunges his tongue inside of him without delay, and Jimin arches his back, pressing himself back against Jeongguk’s face.
Jeongguk fucks his tongue in and out tirelessly, and this time, when Jimin’s on the edge, he lets him topple over it with a moan so loud it’s almost a shout.
As his orgasm rolls over him, Jeongguk presses his fingers in alongside his tongue, slamming them ruthlessly against his prostate. Jimin clenches around him, moaning and whining, and then tenses up as he squirts all over Jeongguk’s mouth and hand.
His legs give out almost immediately, but Jeongguk just follows him, making sure to wring every ounce of pleasure out of his body before he sits up and leans back.
Jimin pants heavily, trying to think the feeling back into his legs so he can move. It doesn’t matter in the end, because Jeongguk gently rolls him over onto his back, eyes focused on Jimin’s pretty, fucked out expression. “You look so beautiful…” he says reverently.
Jimin looks away, unable to handle how genuine he sounds. “Thank you…” he says quietly. When he looks back up, Jeongguk is wearing a soft smile. “So… is that it? Is your rut over?”
Jeongguk’s response is to look down, so Jimin follows his eyes to see that he’s hard again. “I don’t feel desperate anymore, though. I think I could come one last time and be done.”
Jimin smiles, propping himself up on one elbow. “How do you wanna come then? I have to make it worth it.”
“Trust me,” Jeongguk says. “You already have. A thousand times over. I’d take the delirium and desperation and sweat every day for the rest of my life if it meant I could spend my time with you like this.”
Jimin is taken aback by the seriousness and sincerity in his words. “Jeongguk, I--”
“Save that thought, Jimin-ssi,” Jeongguk interrupts, scooting up the bed on his knees to get closer to Jimin. “After I come all over your pretty face one last time, you can tell me how you feel.”
Jimin laughs, loud and obnoxious, but it doesn’t bother Jeongguk, who just grins at him. “Okay, Jeongguk-ssi,” he says cheekily. “Get over here then. Alpha.”
He turns toward him as Jeongguk nestles close to Jimin, close enough for him to shift only slightly to be level with his hard, pretty cock. He wraps his fingers loosely around the base of it and then blinks up at Jeongguk as he opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out.
“Fuck, you’re a vision,” Jeongguk mutters as he fists his cock. The sound of his hand sliding up and down is wet and fast, and it takes no time at all for him to work himself up until he’s grunting and panting, ready to come.
“Come on, Jeonggukie. Mark me.”
That does it for him. He comes hard across Jimin’s face. Then, Jimin feels his knot start to swell in his hand. “Jeongguk, your knot--”
“Fuck, fuck, I know,” he groans, but he’s already coming. Jimin shuts his eyes as more of his cum lands on his face, dripping down his lips and chin.
He raises his other hand so he can use both to squeeze Jeongguk’s knot to the best of his ability. He doesn’t know how it feels, but he’s heard its uncomfortable to knot outside of someone or something, especially on the tail of a rut.
“Shit, ah, please,” Jeongguk says. His voice is hitching back into that desperate territory that it had left hours ago, and Jimin feels suddenly inadequate, like there’s more he could be doing. “Please, please, omega, please,” he babbles.
Without really thinking, Jimin moves blindly, sitting up and grabbing for Jeongguk’s shoulders. Jeongguk almost sobs, begging for Jimin’s hands back on his knot, anything, but Jimin just hurries to have Jeongguk lay back before he straddles his hips and sinks down on his cock.
He’s not really ready to take his knot. It’s something that his body prepares him for through fucking. He generates more slick and relaxes more easily to accommodate the large stretch. But there’s no time to worry about it now. His hole is plenty wet and sloppy from fucking nonstop for three days, so he just pushes past any tension and sinks all the way down in one go. Knot and all.
Jeongguk really does sob then, chest heaving with relief as he comes again, filling Jimin one final time.
It takes almost a full minute for Jeongguk to relax, just laying there, catching his breath and whispering, “thank you,” over and over. Once he comes back to himself, though, Jimin feels Jeongguk’s gentle hands on his face, wiping away the cum so he can open his eyes without worry.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk says, though he laughs a little. “I didn’t mean for that to be so traumatic. You shouldn’t have taken my knot like that.”
Jimin lifts one shoulder and lets it fall limply. “My omega was pretty keen on helping you through your last knot. How unsatisfying would it have been to end your rut like that?” Jimin teases. Jeongguk laughs but still frowns a little, clearly worried that Jimin took too much too quickly. “Don’t worry. I liked it a lot, too.”
That makes Jeongguk smile, and Jimin grins as he leans forward to lay himself across Jeongguk’s chest. They hold tightly to each other, basking in the feeling of being connected one last time.
“So… what were you going to say earlier?” Jeongguk asks. He sounds a little nervous, Jimin notes.
“I was just going to say… I feel the same way. Spending your rut with you has been… an absolute thrill. And I just-- well, forgive me if I’m being too bold, but--”
“You could never be too bold with me, Jimin-ssi.”
“Well then…” Jimin bites his lip, heart pounding as he psyches himself up to just say it. “Would you maybe want to go on a date with me then?” he blurts.
Jeongguk shifts then, quickly enough that Jimin gasps when his knot tugs on his rim. “Sorry, sorry,” Jeongguk says. “I just wanted to look at you.” So Jimin picks his head up, looking up at him a little shyly. “Jimin-ssi… hyung. Of course, I want to go on a date with you.”
“Really?!” Jimin blurts, too excited and stunned to stop himself.
Jeongguk laughs, nose scrunching cutely. “Yes, of course, really! I have had the biggest crush on you since you started working at the company!”
“Oh my god, shut up, no you haven’t,” Jimin says, slapping his chest lightly.
Jeongguk nods, insistent. “Yes I have! You have always been so gorgeous and charming that on my first day, I assumed you were another idol. I thought I just couldn’t remember your name, and I felt awful!”
Jimin blushes, tilting his eyes away. “That’s really silly, but I’m very flattered. Of course, I was floored by you from the moment I saw you. When they hired me, I couldn’t believe I got to work with you. You’re just… so beautiful that I thought there was no way I could ever make you look any better,” he says with a laugh.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but takes the compliment anyway. They spend a long moment just looking at each other and smiling, basking in the giddy feeling that comes with the beginnings of something amazing.
“Hey Jimin?” Jeongguk says finally.
“Yeah?”
“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”
A silly smile spreads across Jimin’s lips. “Yes, Jeonggukie. You can kiss me now.”
And so, they kiss.