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Jeon Jungkook hands off the last file folder containing the name and information of his latest omega employee back to Kim Seokjin.
Business is over and he can leave the establishment to get back to his property. Seokjin, his most trusted man as well as the one who keeps all business running smoothly at the brothel, is just walking him out into the foyer when the scent hits him in the face.
Jungkook pauses in the midst of sliding on his black leather glove and he cocks his head slightly, trying to distinguish the smell. It’s subtle, but overpowering to his senses and he feels his alpha perk up, curious.
“Boss, what is it?”
Jungkook knows Seokjin has picked up on his curiosity, more so in his body language than facial expression. A testament to how long they’ve known one another.
Jungkook shakes his head slightly, internally shrugging off the smell.. “Nothing. I’ll see you next week when you update me on-” this time, the smell of ripe, ripe peaches and sweet honey assail his senses and cut his sentence off. It’s fresh and new and...pure.
“What are you smelling?” Seokjin asks, brows raised in curiosity.
“Someone...new.”
“Ahh…” Seokjin nods. “New omega, just walked in asking for work a few minutes before you arrived. I didn’t think we would be too long so I sat him in the blue room.”
Jungkook has already started walking towards the door of the blue room before Jin even finished talking. There's something in this scent that lures him and he’s curious to see if it’s someone he has met before. Jeon Jungkook never forgets a face. In his line of life, it’s more a gift than a curse.
Jungkook peers in through the small tinted square window in the door to see who the scent belongs to. It’s a small omega, sitting in a ball in one of the huge accent chairs, his sneakers toed off, hands wrapped around his legs as he rests his chin on his knees. His hair is jet black, profile visible with cheeks tinged in pink and plump lips. His face as well as the skin of his wrist peeking through his oversized sweater is milky pale. His sneakers and jeans and the top of shoulders are wet, as if he’d been out in the rain with no umbrella. He’s nervous and scared, his trepidation easily discernible through his scent, even behind closed doors. Jungkook wonders briefly what brought him here to search out a job. Only the ones in need of protection or in dire consequences put themselves and the next years of their lives into the Jeon Brothel.
The omega shuffles then, head turning right towards the door and Jungkook’s eyes widen. His profile had been stunning enough but he’s truly a beauty, small nose, dark brows, pillowy lips.
With his face and his scent brimming with innocence untapped, he would be a goldmine for the clients.
His cell phone vibrates then, and Jungkook pushes back from the door to pull it out of his jacket pocket. He has to go. With one last nod to Seokjin, Jungkook takes off, leaving behind the scent of sweet peaches and fear.
--
It’s 3 am when Jungkook finally makes it back to his home. He’s dead tired, but the district of Busan’s underground activities have no rest.
He slips off his outer layers and is reaching for his t-shirt when he smells it again. The faint underlying scent of peaches in summer. It's like a drug under his skin now, as he can’t stop thinking about it. And thinking about it brings forth the image of that pretty pretty face and sinful lips.
Puffy lips he’d like to have wrapped around his stiff cock. And those eyes...Jungkook is sure he would shoot a load just staring into them as he sucks him off. He wants to mark the milky skin, every inch of it, leave his stains on the omega forever.
Jungkook sits on the edge of his bed and stares out at the beautiful scenery of his backyard through his glass paned walls, vivid imageries of what he wants to do to the omega flashing through his mind. Twenty minutes later, he picks up his cellphone and makes a call he’s never done in all his years as the underground king of Busan.
“Boss.”
“Seokjin. The omega from earlier.”
“Yes, starts training tomorrow.”
“Send him to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook ends the call and tosses the phone on his bed before making his way into the bathroom to shower.
--
Park Jimin, eyes still wide in shock over the beauty of the property he’s on, follows the stoic, but kind-eyed beta butler, Min Yoongi, as he leads him from the outside doorway into a foyer rich with fancy, subtle modern decor. The flooring is beautiful, all gray wood with rugs in all sizes and all colors of the gray and black color spectrums. There’s modern artwork in huge framings on the bright, clean, white walls and leather couches and chairs in white and gray, boasting of the minimalistic styling.
Yoongi leads him down the hall and into a room with sliding wood doors. He pushes it open and stands off to the side, nodding once.
“Jimin-ssi, this is your room for your duration of stay here. The rules are very simple; the Master requires you to stay in your room whenever he has any visitors. He does not have a lot of them here, but there are times when it is necessary. I will let you know whenever this happens. You are allowed on the premises as you please and whenever you please, just keep in mind that guards will be following you at a respectable distance. Please do not engage them in conversation unless absolutely necessary. Do you understand?”
Jimin blinks and nods.
“Any questions?”
Jimin shakes his head and Yoongi ushers him inside. “The Master will see you tonight. If you need anything, there is a button on the wall here, by the door. Just press it and either I, or a maid, will come.”
Yoongi bows and leaves and Jimin is all alone in the spacious room. He turns around and takes in all the immaculate details; the walls are all bamboo panelled except for the one behind the bed, which is completely glass. It affords him a view of the pond in the back, the rose bushes and huge oak trees. It’s gorgeous and Jimin thinks he can stare at this view forever. He walks over to the walk in closet and opens it, eyes widening at the amount of luxury contained within. He runs his fingers through the silk and lace and mesh material, wondering if this is a dream leading to a nightmare.
He closes the door and stumbles back to sit on the bed.
And now, the clarity of what he’s doing hits him full force. Jimin has barely had a boyfriend in his 22 years of life, too young at first and then too busy caring for his mother when she was diagnosed with cancer, and now, too busy working almost three jobs to make ends meet. When Seokjin had shown him how much he could make per client, Jimin’s jaw had become unhinged. He could drop all his other jobs and not feel any kind of loss.
Now, here he is, about to undergo four weeks of training, to learn the arts of pleasuring alphas.
He can’t believe he's this far into it...but he really needs the money. His mother’s cancer has soaked up all their savings, and now, they’re in high danger of losing the house his father built for them with his own two hands. Jimin cannot let that happen, it’s the only thing he has left from his beloved appa. And if they lose the house, he knows it’ll end his last parent as well.
He pulls out his phone and checks his message, smiling a little to see that he’s gotten a text from his aunt, letting him know that his mother has gotten to Seoul safe and sound and she’ll be there for the next month for her Seoul appointments. With one last sigh, he clicks off his cellphone and stares back out the window. He wishes his life was like those dramas his mother loves to watch so much...that everything will always lead to better.
--
It’s evening now, almost 8pm and Jimin is waiting. He’s sitting on the side of the bed, his hands nervously alternating between sliding over the white silk pajama pants and bunching the silk robe. He can’t help thinking now that maybe he should’ve given up his virginity to the kind beta boy who lives down the street and harbored a small crush on him. Maybe that would lessen his fears currently. He wonders what the alpha about to take him, train him, is going to look like, how old he is, how smelly he will be. Jimin is quite sensitive to scents and he hopes he won’t throw up. Part of it is due to the fact that he never had any kind of strong alpha presences in his life, just mostly omegas. The house seems to have been muted when he had toured a bit earlier, only small hints of comforting fresh mint and sage here and there.
He doesn’t know the first thing about pleasure, always having taken his suppressants since his first heat, unable to afford any time to take care of himself. He’s heard alphas can be quite rough and mean and self-centered, thinking only of their own pleasure before their partners, if that were to even happen. Especially if Jimin is going to be a pleasure house worker, he knows he will have to learn to pleasure the alphas and put them first if he wants to get tipped well.
He sighs and then almost shrieks as the sound of the bamboo doors sliding open erupts in the silence. Jimin watches the entrance, eyes alert, all senses in full bloom as a figure emerges in the doorway. The scent of mint intensifies, calming yet disorienting and in the shadows of the dimmed down lights and flickering candle flames, Jimin can make out broad shoulders, a tapered waist and long legs. Jimin gulps. He can’t see the face, but from just his form and height and the way he moves, Jimin already knows the alpha commends power. He shrinks back as the alpha moves forward, the backlights from the hallway highlighting his appearance almost dramatically from the bottom to the top.
Jimin holds his breath as the alpha steps into the light fully then, his body and face finally in view. Jimin’s seen plenty of alphas, but never one so...intimidatingly gorgeous. Dark hair styled off his face, big dark eyes full of serious shine, a jawline that could cut diamonds. His body, even encased in a dark brown, oriental patterned silk robe looks menacingly broad and strong. And most surprisingly of all is that he’s...young. Older than Jimin, but definitely younger than the 40 or 50 year old Jimin had imagined when Seokjin had explained he would be training with a very experienced alpha.
Jimin can’t help shrinking into himself even more as the dangerously handsome alpha approaches the bed. His scent is also very pleasant, his omega unable to help but give in to preening at having the alpha’s gaze so intent on him. Jimin hopes the alpha has a terribly high, nasally voice, anything to take away from his good looks.
“Jimin-ssi. My name is Ian. You may call me sir. I will be breaking you in to work for the Pleasure House.”
Ok, Jimin is fucked. In all ways.
--
Jungkook watches as a pink blush blooms on the omega’s cheeks and trails down to his enticing collarbones. His peachy scent kicks up, uncontrollably so and Jungkook’s alpha is pleased by the effect it has on him. He’d introduced himself as Ian, not Jungkook, not wanting the omega to know who he really is, for both of their protections. Ian had been his american name during his college years in Stanford and it seemed fitting to use.
The omega is even lovelier than he’d remembered, with his unblemished skin, pretty brown eyes and shy demeanor. Even now, he’s curling in on himself, barely any other skin showing except for his neck, wrists and small feet peeking through folds of the small silk robe that is still too big on his tiny frame.
This is the kind of omega Jungkook steers away from. Inexperienced, proper, completely lacking in the darker sides of life. Jungkook loves his dallies with omegas, but his taste is definitely more along the very experienced, very flashy, no shame types, the kinds who live his lifestyle and expect nothing, only mutual pleasure and sometimes pricey baubles, in return.
As much as this is a first for the pretty omega, it’s also a first for Jungkook.
He sits down on the armchair right across from the bed where the omega is sitting at, keeping his eyes on the skittish boy.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He sees the omega nod softly, teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. He still keeps his gaze averted from Jungkook.
“I have to ask you questions so i know where to begin, ok?”
Another nod.
“How far have you gone with anyone?”
The pink on his cheeks grow even more as he answers. “Umm...I gave him a hand and blow job.”
“That's it?”
Jimin nods.
“How long ago?”
“Um. Tw-two years give or take.”
Jungkook hums. He can smell his inexperience a mile away. It’s in his demeanor, his face, his scent, in the way his blush intensifies. He shouldn’t find this endearing. Usually he doesn’t.
“Come here.” Jungkook watches as the omega obeys, unfurling himself slowly from the bed. His body looks slim and small formed, at least a head shorter than himself. The room is silent save for the soft drag of silk against the wooden floor as the pretty boy makes his way over to stand in front of him. Jungkook parts his legs.
“Kneel.” he says softly.
When Jimin is on his knees, Jungkook leans back in his chair. “Show me what you know.”
Surprise is evident in the omega’s eyes, his small intake of breath, but Jungkook also sees the small flame of curiosity in them. Jungkook cocks his head a little, intrigued by it. Jimin's hands slowly reach up for the belt on his robe.
Fuck, they’re tiny. Cute little fingers tipped with pretty nails. He watches as the omega works on the ties of his silk pants. He didn’t think it was possible, but seeing those tiny hands on his body sparks a flame in his belly, blazing a trail to his already hardening cock.
After untying, Jimin stops, hesitating, eyes slowly rising up in question to meet his.
Jungkook nods. “Take him out.”
Jungkook grunts softly, holding in his moan when Jimin’s small, cold hands wrap around his cock. He sees the omega’s eyes widen in surprise at feeling his semi hard length and girth before his mouth falls open when he manages to pull Jungkook’s cock out of his pants.
Jungkook waits, willing his alpha to be patient as Jimin just stares at him, hands lax around the organ.
Just when Jungkook is about to speak, the omega leans forward and puckers his lips, placing a small, soft kiss on the tip of his mushroom head, peppering more along the underside of his length. He gets to the balls and peppers them too.
It’s such a simple thing, but it renders Jungkook a little bit speechless. All the other omegas he’s been with would no doubt already be busy trying to suck his life out through his dick by now but this… Jungkook clears his throat and ignores his humming alpha, looking down, reminding himself that he’s currently training.
“Alphas are visual creatures, Jimin-ssi. We like to see and feel at the same time. Use what you have to your advantage. Your lips are beautiful. Rub the tip on them.” he says, surprised at the huskiness of his own voice.
He watches as Jimin complies, bumping his plump mouth on the head of Jungkook’s dick. The omega licks his lips and then starts painting his saliva around the tip and Jungkook doesn’t think he’s seen anything more sinful. It’s a dream come true, what he’s been wanting since he’d first laid eyes in the omega.
He starts to smell it then, sticky, sweet honey meshed with soft, fresh peaches and he knows it’s Jimin’s slick. His eyes flare up at the knowledge that the omega is enjoying this, enjoying pleasuring him. He wants to see, wants to view for himself how much so.
Jungkook briefly wonders why this is turning him on so much, it’s happened countless times before, and will in the future. He blames it on the fact that Jimin is so pure.
“Good, good,” he murmurs, unable to look away from the sight. “Use your hands...wrap them around the base and squeeze and pump. Alternate. You can suck on the tip.” Jungkook closes his eyes, trying his damndest not to pant but fuck it’s hard because the omega is just. So. Sweet.
“Like this?”
“Yes, good…” Jungkook sees the omega’s eyes light up with pleasure as the smell of his slick intensifies and he almost chuckles, now knowing praise is this omega’s weakness.
“Right underneath, the frenulum, that's where alphas are most sensitive. If you flick your-“
Jungkook’s words fall off into a groan as Jimin starts flicking the tip of his tongue against the skin. Fast learner, this omega. He’s at full hardness in record time.
“Most alphas will expect you to swallow. Did you swallow the other time you gave a blow job, Jimin-ssi?”
Jimin shakes his head.
“We won’t worry about it tonight.”
The omega nods and gets back to work, small hands pumping at his thick length as he envelopes his pretty lips over the tip of Jungkook’s cock and starts drawing, starting slowly and then adding more force until saliva is dripping down to his fisted hands.
“That's it, Jimin, you’re doing so well…”
The omega hums and Jungkook feels the tingles down to his balls. Fucking hell, how can this omega be so pure and yet know how to do that, a whore’s trick. He knows Jimin is really just answering his praise, but it’s so fucking lewd at the same time. He could really cum like this, record time for him and so he closes his eyes and wills his mind to think of something, anything other than Jimin’s plump lips. But the omega’s scent and his slick pulls him away from any and all thoughts and Jungkook finally places a hand on Jimin’s shoulders to stop him.
“On the bed,” he manages to grunt out.
He helps the omega off the floor, and then watches as he climbs into the bed, still keeping his modesty intact as he wraps the robe around his legs. Jungkook finds it ridiculous since the boy was just sucking on his cock, but also endearing as the blush is right back, high on his cheeks.
Jungkook closes his mouth and breathes through his mouth, willing control again before he approaches the bed after the smaller male. “Alphas appreciate boldness, Jimin-ssi. Shyness is sweet and cute, but knowing your own body and what you like as well as want are keys to maximizing the pleasures. Lay back and undo your robe.”
He waits as Jimin lies back, small fingers twiddling with the robe belt until he finally gets it to unknot. A little impatient now at the teasing glimpses of pale skin, Jungkook straddles the omega, caging his legs underneath him as he reaches over and parts the robe.
The omega’s skin is flawless, his puckered nipples the only dark stain on an otherwise milky expanse of white, soft canvas.
Jungkook trails the tips of his fingers over the protruding collarbones and down to the middle of his chest, watching as Jimin gasps and closes his eyes, fresh goosebumps arising on his skin. The back of his fingers continue their journey, brushing tantalizingly against the soft skin and he shifts, bringing his knees in between Jimin’s legs now, pushing them further apart. His eyes and hands skim the white, virginal fabric of Jimin’s lace panties, causing the omega to jerk.
“Have you ever orgasmed?”
Jimin blushes beet red. “N-no.”
“You don’t play with yourself during your heats?”
“I’m on suppressants, sir.”
“Good. Stay on them. Because you are a virgin, the probabilities weigh heavily on the high side that you will not reach orgasm from intercourse alone. Not tonight anyway. Your training tonight consists of … breaking you in, for lack of better wording. Once that is breached, we will be able to continue the next 30 days a lot more smoother. I will still try my best not to hurt you unnecessarily, understand?”
The omega nods.
“Good.” Jungkook slides the panties off, taking in every detail, how Jimin is holding his fisted hands against his chest, how he instinctively closes his knees back together, how he has his eyes snapped close tightly. Jungkook can smell the fear emanating off the smaller individual and he wants to stop, but yet, his alpha argues with him, telling him to take him, fuck him, breed their omega. Jungkook hesitates.
“D-don’t stop.”
His eyes jerk back up to the omega’s, whose eyes are now open and looking at his, glossy, timid, but clear.
“I’m not.”
Jungkook stands up and removes his robe, the scent emanating from the omega heady and addictive. Then he’s crawling back in between the open legs, letting the scent of peaches and cream envelope him.
--
Jimin settles down onto the stone bench and stares out to the beautiful pond with the green lily pads and koi fishes. The mansion really looks like a museum inside and a Japanese garden outside. It’s beautiful. Jimin doesn’t think he’s seen anything so remarkable in all of his life.
Last night he had expected the alpha, Ian, to come visit him again, but Yoongi had explained to him that the master was away on an important call. So along with never having seen the alpha in daylight, there had been no training last night.
He sighs as he plays with a small pebble using his bare toes.
Four weeks.
Four weeks here with the lush scenery and kind hospitality of the butler and the maids is all Jimin will have before his new life as a brothel worker will begin. It’s not something he wants, he’s pretty sure it’s not something a lot of people want, but it’s a necessity to survive.
He wonders if he’d dreamed it all the other night. The handsome alpha with the amazing body and the addictive scent. He’d somehow been able to calm Jimin’s nerves and amp them up all at once and then taken his virginity.
Jimin had expected the pain, and it had come, but he’d been most surprised at the alpha’s gentleness. He’d heard horror stories from many about being abused at an alpha’s hands, that when an alpha’s desires and needs come, it’s hard to control them. He’d known he was going to get trained and broken into before being set free to clients, but he’d thought the training would be something...less...than what he is getting. Certainly not being housed in a lovely mansion and being at the mercy of a quiet yet beautiful alpha male. And certainly not enjoying the intimacy. It hadn’t hurt, it hadn’t felt great either, but the aftermath was so nice. Jimin remembers, with blushing cheeks, how the alpha had cuddled him for a long time afterwards, kissing his shoulder and his hair, offering comfort. Jimin had enjoyed that far more that he should’ve.
It was definitely surprising how gentle he was, as his physical appearance is anything but. Both arms are covered in tattoo sleeves that travel up his shoulders all over his back. His chest is clean though, ripped and tan and Jimin could've spent hours just looking at it. He wants to spend hours doing that, wants to touch, maybe even kiss, but he thinks it would be an even better vision in broad daylight.
“Jimin-ssi.”
Jimin jerks from his musings at the masculine voice invading his peace. He turns his head and his mouth drops open at the sight of the object of his thoughts standing beside him.
If he had thought the alpha was dangerously sexy at night, in the daytime, he’s even more so. His dark hair is swept off his face, revealing a smooth forehead and dark brows, his body encased in a smart black suit, custom tailored to accentuate his long limbs.
Jimin swallows.
“How are you?”
“F-fine,” he manages to utter out.
“Did the bath do you well the other night?”
Jimin finds himself blushing, as talking of the night automatically brings forth images of what he’s given to this man. He’s seen him naked and most crazy of all is that he’s seen Jimin naked too. Hell, he’s probably seen more of Jimin then he’s ever seen of himself!
He nods. After the sex, Jungkook had had a bath run for him and it had been one step short of heaven. The butler, Yoongi, had given him some soothing bath bombs, a luxury Jimin never knew he needed. It had felt so good he’d almost fallen asleep in the tub.
“Come.”
Jungkook reaches out a hand and Jimin is helpless, taking it, allowing the alpha to draw him up and lead him back inside the mansion.
--
Jungkook should be dead tired. After having to leave at first light and then being called out to meet some associates in Gwangju and then Seoul, he had been ready to rest his wary body. But upon stepping into his home, the fresh scent of peaches had called to him and he’d bypassed his own room, following it out into the gardens.
Park Jimin was sitting in the midst of all the florals, but really, none shined as brightly as he did. His dark hair glistened under the sunlight, enticingly inviting Jungkook’s fingers, his silky white shirt and pants just adding to his charms. Jungkook had found himself moving towards the omega, like moth to flame.
And now, he is leading the smaller back to his room, tiredness no longer evident, something akin to flames burning along his veins.
Jungkook is far from a stranger to sex but the other night with Jimin had brought out a side to him he hadn’t remembered existed. Tenderness isn’t for someone in Jungkook’s line of work, of life, but it was exactly what he’d found himself experiencing with the omega. From a distance, Jungkook had made sure Yoongi had drawn his bath nice and warm, complete with the most luxurious soaps and softest towels, seeing to his discomfort in the most comfortable way possible. Jimin has no place in his life, but for now, he fits perfectly into Jungkook’s arms.
They enter Jimin’s room and Jungkook pulls the omega over to stand in front of him. Wordlessly, he starts unbuttoning Jimin’s top, keeping his eyes on the omega’s face. Jungkook admires the pink blush dusting his cheeks, the way he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, how he looks anywhere but at Jungkook.
It's endearing and Jungkook shouldn't like it.
“Jimin-ssi.”
“Yes?” comes the soft reply, his eyes finally snapping to Jungkook’s.
“It’s all going to be a whole lot different from the other night. With the loss of your virginity comes the gateway to pleasure. There will be no more pain.”
Jimin nods slightly.
“I also need you to be vocal. Tell me, talk to me, don’t be shy. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. You should always establish a safeword with your partner. In the brothel, if you say it and the alpha doesn’t stop, there is a bell you will ring. Now, we will establish one between us, should i do something you are uncomfortable with. Choose a word.”
“Uhmm…” the omega looks at him, eyes wide, surprise evident along his features. Then: “Elephant.”
Jungkook fails in holding back his chuckle at the random unexpectedness. He truly is adorable.
“Ok, elephant it is. If there’s something you don’t like, say the word. Yes, you are being trained to please alphas, but there are limits one shouldn’t cross until you work up to it. Same goes here. Let me know if I am too rough, or going too fast. Your body is mine tonight, but I still need to respect your boundaries. Understand?”
After the omega nods his consent, Jungkook continues undressing him until he is as nude as the day he was born.
“T-the blinds…”
Jungkook’s eyes shift to the open window wall behind Jimin’s bed.
“Don’t worry about it, no one is allowed over today. Besides,” Jungkook’s eyes flitter up and down Jimin’s delectably bare body. “You look gorgeous in daylight.”
A pink flush radiates down Jimin’s torso and he turns to get on the bed, affording Jungkook a view of his generous backside. Now that is an ass, he thinks, hands itching to squeeze. He walks to Jimin and stands in between his open knees.
“Undress me.”
The omega complies, hands less shaky then they were the last time he’d done so, but still reserved. Jungkook helps, taking off his blazer and tie and shirt. He almost snorts at himself, feeling as giddy as a teen.
“Lie back.”
His eyes roam over every inch of pale skin bathed in sunlight, beautifully soft and his. All his. He kneels between and further spreads the omega’s thighs, hearing Jimin’s surprised gasp. He's such a beauty and the fact that Jungkook has been the only one to ever touch him...he takes an almost sinister delight in that thought.
He wants to mark this gorgeous, uncharted canvas with his lips and mouth and teeth, mark him in areas only he would see, mark him in possessive areas everyone else could see so they’ll know exactly who the omega belongs to. He wants to paint him with his seed and his scent, make sure it drips from every edge of skin, every blushing surface, buried so deep even Jimin would never forget who he is.
He starts.
Jungkook places a kiss on a dark nub, the puckered one calling out to him. He learns how sensitive Jimin is there, how he sucks in a breath and holds it, waiting until he delivers another lick, another flick. He learns how much Jimin likes it when he purses his lips and sucks on it, flicks his tongue against the rigid peak at the same time. He has the omega writhing underneath him, mewling and panting in no time, his fingernails pressing crescent shapes into his shoulders. He delivers the same treatment to the other nub and almost smiles when he feels Jimin’s wound up, relaxed state underneath him, legs lax around his waist, back arched towards more.
He takes great delight in the scent of honeyed slick, the feel of it against his ribs as he traces open-mouthed kisses down the slim torso, licks into the cute belly button, sucks onto the lush inner thighs. He leaves his marks there, watching as the purple stains blossom so prettily against the white plush.
Jimin’s pussy is just like the rest of him, dainty and pretty and blushing pink. He knows, even without tasting it, that it is just as sweet as the omega himself. And he is right, as he kisses a plump lip and then licks his own lips to wipe off the slick. The omega tastes like the richest nectar and Jungkook is a slave to it, diving in for more, spreading apart the juicy, plump pussy lips with his fingers so he can get all the cream with his tongue.
Above him, he hears sweet, muffled noises.
“Move your hands, Jimin-ssi. Alphas like hearing the noises you make while receiving your pleasures.” he doesn’t move until Jimin removes the back of his hands from his mouth. “Good boy.”
Jungkook has eaten his fair share of pussies, tasted different slicks but no one, absolutely no one tastes like Jimin. It’s heady, addictive and Jungkook knows everyone else will pale in comparison.
He feels the omega arch off the bed and into his mouth, relishing in the pleasure. He likes it. Jimin is a sensual, passionate wolf, he just isn’t aware of it yet. Jungkook will flush it out, all of it, every little bit of hidden rawness in him.
“You taste amazing, little omega.”
“Ian, Ian…”
He knows what Jimin wants as he keens back, chanting his name. He spreads the lips open more to reveal the slick, hard clit that had been teasing against his nose while he’d been searching out cream. He flicks at it a few times with his tongue and the most obscene, beautiful sounds come out of Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook thinks he can listen to it forever. He wants to again, right now, so he flicks at the clit again until Jimin’s thighs are shaking around his head. He can feel the omega is on the brink of his first orgasm and though he’d like to delay it, he also wants to make up for the first night. Jungkook gives in, wraps his tongue and his lips around the hard little bud and sucks. Hard. Jimin screams and shatters, his body convulsing against Jungkook’s, as he starts to pull away and pull closer, this orgasm knocking his senses off kilter.
“Ohhh...ohhh…”
Jungkook licks languidly at the delicious cream that leaked out, taking care not to touch the sensitive parts, allowing Jimin to come down from his high.
“Was that good, sweetheart?”
He sees the omega nod, eyes closed, his face blissed out and the alpha feels a lick of pride down his spine at pleasing this omega so thoroughly.
“That's your first orgasm. And the very least of what you will ever feel with me, Jimin-ssi.”
Jungkook crawls up the flushed, limp body and kisses his cheeks. Jimin turns his head, lips automatically seeking him out and Jungkook finds himself complying. He usually never kisses the omegas he spends his nights with, but this one, this one is his, his pupil, his only, for the next few weeks.
Jimin kisses like he acts, sweet and shy and a little reserved. Jungkook thinks it's cute, but he wants more and he teaches him, as he sucks on the small tongue, nips and bites at the lips. Jimin is a fast learner as he returns the kiss amorously, shifting and allowing Jungkook to deepen the kiss. It’s only a few moments before he’s panting again, his body moving restlessly against Jungkook’s.
“Should I fuck that sweet little pussy now?”
He sees Jimin’s eyes widen in shock at the words so callously spoken, but he also sees the excited spark in them. Jungkook smirks gently. He's as turned on by the words as he is surprised.
“Or should I fuck these pretty lips first?” he drops a kiss onto the open plumpness and Jimin moans softly.
“Maybe later. I think I want that pretty pussy.”
Jungkook lifts himself up, kneeling between Jimin’s open thighs.
“Eyes on me, little one.”
He rubs his fingers along the wet seam of the omega’s pussy and smiles when Jimin moans, eyes falling closed. He smacks the inside of his thigh. “Eyes.”
Instantly, Jimin’s eyes flash open again in anticipation.
Jungkook slides one long finger inside the hot wetness, pumping it in and out slowly, keeping his eyes on Jimin’s, watching as he bites his bottom lip.
“You feel so good, baby. So soft, so wet.” he slides in another finger and Jimin moans loudly, eyes helplessly falling closed again.
Jungkook lets him keep them closed, pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, quickening his pace.
“I-Ian! Ohhh…”
“That’s right, little one, let me know. Don’t be shy, don’t be afraid to demand your pleasure as well. An alpha who won’t please you is not worthy of your time but in this line of work, you will meet them more often than the ones who will. It’s a good and bad thing, good because it'll be a fast transaction, bad because you’ll only get paid in cash and not pleasure.”
Jimin nods shortly, moaning softly as Jungkook rubs at a particularly sensitive spot.
“I think you’re ready for me now, sweetheart. Eyes, open. Watch me as I take you.”
Jungkook withdraws, slips on a condom and then replaces his fingers with the tip of his hard cock, making sure Jimin is watching him as he plunders the soft, slick pussy. He leans down, snares Jimin’s lips into a breathy kiss as he bottoms out, balls slapping softly against the underside of plump ass cheeks.
“Fuck, you feel...amazing.”
“Ian...oh my god…”
He starts stroking in and out, following the pattern of his fingers from earlier, slowly and then faster until he’s drilling into the omega’s pussy with all his strength. Jimin is moaning, tugging on him, panting for more, legs tightening against his thighs. The omega loves it and it urges Jungkook on. He tilts his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard, wet suck. Jimin screams and tightens around him as he comes, milking Jungkook’s cock dry at the same time.
--
Jungkook traces his fingertips down the pale arm, the skin so soft against his own calluses and sighs. It’s been been weeks since they’d started training and Jungkook finds each day harder to leave his home for work and easier to come back home after. He glances down at the warmth in his arms. He’d ridden the omega hard this morning, giving him two orgasms before obtaining his own and now, he's sleeping the sleep of the dead. It's adorable. With his cheek squished against the pillow, his plump little beak protrudes even more into a pucker and Jungkook just wants to kiss it.
His entire life is immersed in a world with harsh lies and even harsher realities and he is not a gentle man. But Park Jimin, with his kind spirit and addictive smile has rendered him so.
Everyday he heads out to handle business, eager to come back into the omega’s arms, to eat whatever he’d made, listen to whatever he wanted to talk about that day. He’d learned that Jimin likes to cook and read and he’d given the servants orders to allow Jimin access to his library whenever he wanted and he’d instructed Yoongi to keep the kitchen stocked with pantry items.
Jungkook is falling and he knows it's dangerous. Just the thought of sending Jimin back to Seokjin and allowing him to bed other alphas has his skin crawling, his alpha howling in distress. It tells him constantly: you are his first, you are his only. He is ours. It sounds chauvinistic as fuck and Jungkook has never been the possessive type at all, but he realizes it’s because he’s never had anyone who welcomes him so fully and openly with no ulterior motives. He doesn’t want anyone else to touch this soft skin, smell the sweet peach scent, taste the honey ambrosia of his slick. It’s all Jungkook’s. It’s almost the end of Jimin’s tenure and the more he keeps Jimin here, the less he wants to let him go.
He makes a decision before leaving the cozy warmth for the shower.
--
Jimin covers the bubbling pot of stew with the lid and then steps back from the stove to get ready to make a pot of rice.
He thinks it's Yoongi who is keeping the pantry stocked, but he's not completely sure, although so very grateful. Jimin had only intended on cooking for himself when he is bored, but then, one day, Ian had come home early and taken him to bed and afterwards questioned what was it that smelt so wonderful and had learned that Jimin cooked. The alpha had eaten the braised pork stew with vigor and Jimin had been all blushes, experiencing the joy of someone (other than his mother) eating and enjoying food he cooked by himself for the first time.
And since that fateful day last week, Jimin had naturally just started sharing his meals with Ian, making sure to pack them away and warm them up on evenings when he gets home late from whatever business he had to attend to.
It's all feeling rather domesticated and Jimin knows it's not a good thing. He's becoming attached, his omega whining every chance it smells the alpha. He tries to reign it in, but the omega has its own will and Jimin is not as successful as he should be. He worries over how he will feel once training is over. He is to start working at the brothel after this week.
"Hello."
Jimin jerks his head up from the counter at the voice. It's someone he's never met before, an alpha, judging by his musky scent of suede and cloves. His omega whimpers away, only used to fresh mint and cedar.
"H-hello."
"It smells lovely in here. Can't just be the food."
Jimin leans back some as the alpha leans over the kitchen bar, eyes closed, taking a whiff of the scent in the kitchen. Who is this?
"I'd heard rumors Jeon had taken a lover. I never believed them though, that's just too entirely out of character for Mr.-All-Business-No-Pleasure. But I guess it's true, here you are. And I should've known Jeon would choose only the prettiest and loveliest to warm his bed."
The alpha's eyes travel down Jimin's body as he finishes and the omega finds himself wanting to wrap his arms around his body and hide away. Something in his eyes is predatory and Jimin feels like prey suddenly.
The male is tall, jet black hair combed to one side, eyes dark and gleaming, a lip piercing at one corner of his upturned mouth.
"Im Jaebum." he reaches out a hand and Jimin doesn't want to touch him, but cannot be rude to a guest of the house either. Tentatively, he reaches out and shakes the alpha's hand
"Jaebum."
Jimin drops his hand immediately, the most relieving feeling cascading over him as he hears Ian's voice. He quickly turns to look at the other alpha as he enters the kitchen.
"You're early."
"Ahh, yes. I hit no traffic today. Imagine that."
"You should've gone to wait in my study. You know where it's at."
"Well, I was on my way there but got distracted, as you can see.” The stranger turns back to look at Jimin. “He's lovely."
"Let's go."
They walk off and Jimin watches, a little bit confused that Ian hadn't even looked at him, much less acknowledged him. Suddenly not hungry anymore, having lost his cooking enthusiasm, Jimin shuts off the stove and puts the rice pot back into the cupboard. He takes off his apron and then heads off into the direction of the library.
It's two hours later when he hears the library door open, soft the pit-pat-pit of feet on the carpet. Jimin hopes it's just the maid coming in to dust the books. He shrinks even further into his favorite place, the window nook in the far corner, eyes shifting back to look outside. Evening is rising and the stars will be twinkling soon.
By the time he smells the mint and cedar, it's too late, Ian is already settling down on the window bench by his feet. Jimin gasps softly, pushing himself up into a higher sitting position against the ledge, his eyes regarding the alpha with curiosity.
"I'm sorry."
That had not been anything close to what Jimin had expected to hear.
"I thought I'd make it home before Jaebum did, but I was wrong. I hope he didn't say anything to upset you."
Jimin shakes his head.
"Good." Ian hesitates and Jimin's curiosity rises.
"Jimin. Do you...know who I am? What I do? Heard anything about me?"
Jimin shakes his head softly. "I just know you by Ian. I know that you're kind with me and your staff, that you treat everyone as fairly as possible, that you dislike celery with a passion and you work a lot."
Ian dips his head to hide his smile, but Jimin catches it nonetheless.
"I'm all that, and dangerous, too, Park Jimin. I'm sorry about Im Jaebum earlier. I hope he didn't make you too uncomfortable."
Jimin shrugs. "I hope the rumors about me being your paramour aren't hurting you at work."
The alpha laughs and Jimin looks at him, confused. He hadn't said anything funny, right?
"Jiminie."
Jimin melts at the nickname.
"Do you know who the Jeons are?"
Jimin nods. Everyone in South Korea knows the notorious Jeons. Knows the power they carry in the underworld, their influence, their reach. They had been in power a long time, but it wasn't until just recently, a few years back to be precise, that a younger Jeon had risen and taken the underground empire up into new heights, merging the old wisdom with the technology of the new. The current head of power is the former's grandson, a very intelligent man, as everyone says, having gone to school in different parts of the world, learned and profited from the best. He'd taken the notoriety of the underground world and blended it seamlessly into the land above, using the money and the gains to fund tech buildups, constructions and lands that would bring back profit. And he'd been doing it as smart as possible, one foot in the underground, one in the upper.
"I'm a Jeon."
Jimin's eyes widen in disbelief. "You are?" he questions. Then his mind flies back to earlier, when Jaebum had called Ian a 'Jeon.' Gosh, it had totally gone over his head.
"Oh...wow."
Ian smiles and Jimin loses his train of thought. He really does love seeing the man smile. It's rare but it makes him even more handsome than he already is.
"You're so handsome when you smile."
Shit. Did he just...?
Ian laughs and Jimin squeaks out in embarrassment, hiding his reddening face behind the small cushion he had been holding on to.
"You're very pretty when you smile, too."
Jimin thinks he could die right now and be happy.
"Jimin. I'd like you to start calling me by my Korean name."
"Oh?"
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."
Jimin tests the name on his tongue. Why does it sound so… he gasps and looks straight into the eyes of the alpha before him.
“You...you’re...you’re the Jeon?”
At the alpha’s affirming nod, Jimin’s mouth drops open. He’s been sleeping with Jeon Jungkook? The King of the underworld himself? The man who owns the very brothel Jimin is to work in, the very land he is standing on?
He’s so shocked he just keeps staring. Finally, Jungkook clears his throat, jolting him back to reality.
“Wow. You’re a lot more handsome than I had thought possible…”
Jungkook chuckles at the embarrassed tinge of pink streaking across Jimin’s cheek after his outburst. “Your honesty is refreshing, omega.”
“Sorry. So...who is Ian? Can i ask that?” Jimin inquires, unsure what he can say or not say in front of the alpha king himself.
“When I attended Stanford in America, it was my American name.”
“Oh. Why...why are you telling me now?”
The alpha looks at the earnest brown eyes staring back into his and he knows without a doubt that Jimin is who he wants to be mated with. He took a big risk exposing himself, but he wants the omega to trust in him, to know that Jungkook trusts him in return.
He’d about punched a hole in the wall, or Jaebum's face, earlier, when he’d seen the other alpha approach Jimin. His alpha had become dangerously agitated and Jungkook had had to pull out all stops to stop himself. He couldn’t look at Jimin, as seeing his fear and uncertainty would definitely send the alpha over the edge.
He does not care for Im Jaebum, but the arrogant man is still a loyal servant to his grandfather and for that Jungkook will tolerate him. For now. But at first fuck up, Jungkook will put a bullet in his head, no questions asked.
That situation had also confirmed what Jungkook’s alpha had been trying to tell him all along. He wants Jimin. He wants to keep him, own him, learn to love him.
“I’m telling you...because I want you to stay. With me. I want you to choose to stay.”
Jimin’s eyes widen as they stare up at him.
“S-stay? With you?”
“Yes. Here.”
“But...but when you have to train other-”
“Jimin, there are no others. You’re the first omega I've ever volunteered to train and you will be the last. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Oh.” comes the soft reply. Then, “I...I may not be able to, i have to take care of my mom-”
“I know your circumstances. I know you work 3 damn jobs to pay for your mother’s hospital bills. I know you’re in danger of losing your home, the one your father built. I know your mother requires medical help around the clock. I will get her the best care. Let me take care of you. And your family. You will never ever have financial worries again. I promise. Just...stay with me.”
“I...I...I don’t...Why me, Jungkook? I’m just a plain omega from-”
“You’re not. I’ve felt an instant connection to you the moment i saw you at the brothel on your first night there. In a sea of omegas with varying scents, I somehow picked your peachy one right off. It was why I’d made sure you came here. To be honest, I...I think i’m already in love with you, Jimin.”
Jimin’s jaw drops. He’d thought he was the only one’d who felt the connection thus he’d been desperately trying to staunch the rapidly growing feelings. And now, to hear that this glorious man may already be in love with him…
He reaches out, takes Jungkook’s hand and places it against this cheek.
“Ok, go ahead.”
“What?” Jungkook is lost.
“Slap me. Wake me up from this dream.”
Jungkook chuckles and caresses the plump cheek, warm against his open palm. “No dream, sweetheart. Let me learn to love you fully.”
Jimin grins at him, eyes turning into flipped crescent moons, plump lips spread from ear to ear. “Ok.”
Jungkook lowers his head and Jimin meets him halfway, slotting their lips together. Small arms wind about his strong shoulders as the omega pushes forward on his knees, pressing himself into him as much as he possibly can, as if touch-starved.
Jungkook’s big hands slide over his back to grip his hips, lowering him onto his back amidst the mess of throws and cushions. He wedges himself between the bent legs, bending back down to fully kiss the omega.
Jimin moans into the alpha’s mouth as Jungkook slides his hands underneath the long, thin nightshirt, cupping his pussy, allowing his long fingers to glide through the wetness. Fuck, he’s so ready already. He whimpers as Jungkook noses into his scent glands, overtaking his scent with his own.
“I want you to always smell like me.”
Jimin turns his face and rubs his cheek against Jungkook’s dark hair. “Yours. I’m yours, alpha.”
The alpha growls possessively. “Mine. My omega, mine to touch only. Such…” he thrusts two fingers inside Jimin. “A hot, greedy little pussy…”
Jimin moans, legs falling open wider, his own hands unbuckling Jungkook’s belt. Once he is holding the stiff member in his hands, he squeezes and relishes in Jungkook’s grunts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Jungkook tugs the flimsy panties off, leaving it dangling around on ankle as he lifts Jimin’s legs up and open. He places his cockhead at the entrance to Jimin’s wetness, too impatient to wait anymore. He thrusts in completely at one go, to the hilt, enjoying his omega’s whimpering as he fills the sweet little pussy fully.
“Fuck...Ian-Jungkook...Jungkook…”
“Yes baby, that's right. Say my name,” Jungkook murmurs, thrusting in rapid succession. His starts to get tired in his kneeling position and Jungkook pulls out completely to stand, positioning Jimin until he’s bent over, upper body tilted down to the ledge he’d just been laying on. He thrusts back in and grunts, loving how Jimin’s pussy so sweetly swallows him in.
Jimin sucks in his breath, unbearably full as Jungkook’s big hands grasps at his hips, getting him ready for a deep fuck. And he isn’t disappointed as Jungkook pumps him harder and harder each stroke, landing a slap to each ass cheek until Jimin is writhing, begging for his knot.
“Come, baby. Let me feel that pussy suck me in. Suck me in good and I’ll give you my knot later, hmm?” Jungkook slides his hands down Jimin’s front, cupping his pussy again, this time locking Jimin’s little clit between two fingers. He squeezes the tiny bundle of nerves rapidly and Jimin screams, an orgasm ripping through him so hard he almost blacks out. Jungkook comes inside him, hot and heavy and Jimin feels like he can finally breathe in this world of uncertainty.
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