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The morning was a slow one, the two taking their time in making breakfast together.
Jimin was stirring the eggs in a bowl, tongue poking out as he concentrated on his task. Jungkook was in control of the stove, simmering the diced meats and veggies on the pan as he waited for Jimin to finish.
A few seconds later, the omega nodded in approval at his work before handing it to Jungkook, preparing the table and making smoothies for them with the strawberries in their fridge.
Once everything was ready, they ate together happily; laughing, ranting over the week, and enjoying this moment without one of them needing to bolt out the door to get to work.
Jimin gathered their plates and cups after, heading towards the sink. He hums a song when he begins washing them, not noticing that Jungkook was approaching him quietly.
Jungkook leans back onto the countertop that’s on the opposite side of where Jimin stands, crossing an arm over the other while watching him from behind.
The omega was wearing an oversized tee that belonged to Jungkook; sleeves rolled up and showing his slim arms. The hem was barely covering his underside, giving Jungkook a sight of his thighs pressing together and the bottom folds of his backside peeking through.
When Jimin would reach forward for more soap or place the washed plates on the drying rack, the shirt would lift up a bit more.
Each time it’d let Jungkook get a view of Jimin’s round ass— the fabric of his lace panties almost invisible with how buried they were between his cheeks.
Jungkook smirks to himself, enjoying the sight for the full duration it took Jimin to finish.
Jimin was oblivious to what Jungkook was doing, turning around with a giggle as he shook his hands in the air to dry them.
Eyes trail up Jimin’s frame shamelessly. It has him feel self conscious, tugging the front of his tee further down— feeling too exposed and wanting to cover himself.
Jungkook growls lowly in protest, baring his canines for a moment. Jimin listens and loosens his grip.
”C’mere—“ Jungkook softly orders, offering a hand for him to take.
Jimin looks at his palm, biting his bottom lip as he places his fingers over it.
Jungkook tugs him forward; smoothly repositioning his arms over Jimin’s wais while their chests press together. He looks down at Jimin, their faces merely centimeters apart from touching.
Jimin swallows harshly once his alpha’s pine scent becomes heavier, wrapping over him.
Hands trail further down Jimin’s sides, resting themselves right over both of his cheeks. Jungkook squeezes them harshly a few times, getting to feel the fat spill through the spaces in between his fingers.
“God, how I love your ass— Could eat it out all day.” Jungkook whispers deeply as he approaches Jimin’s ear, “Would you like that baby?”
Jimin shudders at the question before nodding repeatedly, his hole clenching at the thought of Jungkook eating him out.
He can imagine it already— large hands spreading his cheeks apart while Jungkook’s mouth would greedily suck and lick up the slick leaking out of him. Fucking Jimin after with his tongue and fingers until he came.
Jimin gets ahead of himself, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks with his hands, going on his tippy toes to close the distance and connect their lips.
Their lips mend together like they always do, a sense of passion being embedded in it too. Soft whimpers are cut off when Jungkook intrudes his tongue through Jimin’s parted lips. Saliva being exchanged in the process.
The simulation causes Jimin to grip the front of his alpha’s shirt instead. He’s getting turned on— can feel his own slick start to wet his panties.
A phone starts ringing then.
Jungkook groans in annoyance at the disruption, tugging Jimin’s bottom lip before letting it go.
They press their foreheads together while catching their breaths.
His alpha reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone, and when Jimin catches sight of the caller ID pop onto the screen, he pulls away with a scoff.
Jungkook ignores his reaction, answering anyways. He always does. Jimin knew what this meant— they both knew.
Jimin hears him greet his friend on the other line like nothing was going on between them. Like Jungkook wasn’t minutes away from eating his ass.
It annoys Jimin.
Fucking cockblockers — all of them, even his own alpha.
Jimin heads into the restroom, not bothering to tell Jungkook as he leaves. He has another priority to take care of that is more important than having sex.
He focused on his skincare instead, using his toner, serums and moisturizer to rejuvenate his skin and calm himself down as well.
After ten minutes he walks back out.
Jimin isn’t surprised to see that Jungkook’s no longer in the main room, walking towards the second bedroom in their apartment.
It’s the one Jimin stupidly allowed Jungkook to turn into his man cave— his temporary man cave. The day Jimin finds out he’s bearing a pup will be the day the room is refurbished into its nursery.
When he swings the door open, Jungkook is already starting up his computer nestled in a corner of the room. His head snaps up to look at Jimin— the omega narrowing his eyes and having a sharp change in his floral scent seethe out.
Jungkook looked at him with wide, round eyes, the usual puppy looking ones he displays just so Jimin would go easy on him when they argued.
”Baby, 30 minutes— they really need me, We can all rank up to the la—“ Jimin puts a hand up in the air, shutting Jungkook up near the end of his sentence.
”One game, Jungkook. I’m serious.”
He doesn’t wait for Jungkook to try and plead for more time like usual, storming out of the room with a slam of the door for emphasis.
Jimin was pissed. He had every right to.
Jimin doesn’t remember the last time Jungkook had gotten hooked onto a game like this . It wasn't that bad when they were just starting to date— hardly affected them.
Then again, they didn’t live together until recently. If Jungkook was hyper fixating on a game, Jimin wouldn’t have noticed because they’d be apart for hours or days at a time.
He blames Jungkook’s friends for introducing him to it. To the game taking over Jungkook. And it was all because they needed a fifth player. If only Jimin had been home that day to prevent him from joining them.
Since then, Jungkook would turn on his computer for hours. Playing the game well into the night when Jimin was asleep to avoid being disrupted. When he’d work from home, Jungkook would forget to do the tasks Jimin wanted done, arguing when he’d come back home.
The omega would complain about the same issues with Jungkook, and it’d make him feel horrible. He’d leave his game— ignoring his friend’s begs to come back— as he’d cater to every need Jimin wanted as a form of apology.
Jungkook loves Jimin, yet it doesn’t certify as a justification for Jimin to be okay with his addiction to gaming.
Today’s a perfect example of that.
They’re both off— a rare occasion for their schedules to match— and Jimin is being ignored.
Jungkook’s omega is right here.
If Jimin knew he’d be tossed to the side, he would have preferred to have gone to work.
His wolf wants to crawl out and show his disappointment by their alpha’s act, but its request is denied by Jimin.
Gamers are just stupid. Jungkook is stupid.
Jimin, being the petty person he is, puts a timer on his phone. Jungkook said 30 minutes, so that’ll be all the time he gets.
He relaxes on their couch, a blanket wrapped around him that smells like him. His own lavender scent making him purr and snuggle deeper into it.
The television is turned on, playing a new movie his coworker recommended to him a few days ago. It makes the half hour go by quicker.
Just when Jimin starts getting into the movie, his phone starts buzzing by his side.
His anger had simmered down, but he’d sure it’ll come back in full swing if Jungkook doesn’t play his cards right.
When he peaks his head into the room, he hears Jungkook cheering. Jimin creeps up behind him to see he was still playing but that it was going to end soon when he glanced at the scoreboard.
11 — 08
Whoever gets to 13 wins. And someone will definitely do that in about fifteen, twenty minutes— unless they tie. Jimin fucking hopes they don’t.
Jimin slips away without Jungkook noticing to grab a glass of water. He’s unable to stop himself from making Jungkook one too, the urge to care for his alpha, no matter how he feels, will loom over him like a second nature.
He clutched the glass tightly as he walked back into the room. Jungkook was talking into his microphone, stopping when Jimin placed the cup over a coaster by his side.
Jimin tries to make himself angry but it's hard to do when Jungkook gives him such a caring smile full of unspoken love behind it. He tugs his omega’s arm so he can bend down slightly.
Jimin caves easily, feeling his alpha’s lips press against his cheek, “Thank you baby, I love you.”
The words soften Jimin’s features; his inner omega being equally content too. The sentiment eases him as he walks back into the living room.
Jimin shouldn’t mind waiting, they’ll always be together anyways.
He has a mark to prove it. The reminder making him brush said mark on his neck with his fingers, his heart quickening at feeling the permanent indents still present there.
The omega ends up continuing the movie, too engrossed with its plot to pause. It was a romance film; he’d melt at the affection displayed when the characters interacted but also blush harshly when the scenes start becoming erotic.
Jimin hadn’t expected it, and he hates the fact that he’s craving the same from his own partner.
When the credits rolled, Jimin realized this was more than enough time for Jungkook to be finished with his game. With a huff he gets off the couch, the air hitting his bare legs.
“Alpha…” Jimin whines out the call; bottom lip expertly protruding out as he steps into the room.
It was the easiest way for Jungkook’s attention to fall back on him. Yet it never came because Jungkook was focused on what was happening on his screen instead.
God fucking damn it.
Jungkook has the mouse moving swiftly under his hand, fingers tapping away on the five main keys he needs to play with. His headphones were on full blast, Jimin hearing sounds of guns going off and voices speaking.
Jimin looks past Jungkook’s head, onto the monitor itself, to see the scoreboard.
05 — 07
A new ga— you started a new damn game.
“One shot, you got this!” Jungkook shouted out hopefully as his screen switched to the point of view of another player— the sole survivor on his team— as they navigated through the map.
Jimin watched from behind, wanting to see how this’ll go down.
His teammate checks every corner they come up to, walking with a gun and switching to a melee when they wanted more speed.
The timer on the screen flashes red, making everyone aware that the time was running out. That 10 seconds was all they had.
Quickly, they enter a wide area and pass through a white outline on the ground. Once they reach a corner, they start doing what they need to do with the limited time they got.
A bar starts loading, however it only gets halfway done before disappearing. Jimin doesn’t understand what happened until the words LOST flash in the middle of the screen in red.
The enemy had taken them down from behind.
What a bummer.
05 — 08
Jungkook groans in annoyance, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth as the map reloads. He starts pressing buttons to move his character from its spot immediately.
Jimin was no longer amused.
He takes that moment to poke Jungkook’s shoulder, no reaction being given by it. Instead, the headphone covering the ear closest to Jimin is pushed back while the other was listening into the plan his team wanted to do next.
”What.” Jungkook was quick with it, barely making it sound like a question as he tapped his mouse to slash his knife into the wall his character was facing.
Jimin was taken aback by the tone. Expecting the same caring and warm one his alpha had used on him moments ago.
"I thought you were going to play one game.” Jimin bluntly answers back with, scrunching his nose in annoyance.
Jungkook tenses but doesn’t look at Jimin, “I— I am. This is the same game ba—“
"Bullshit! This is a new one.” Jimin walks closer, leaning over Jungkook as he points a finger at the board, “You’re losing. When I came by you were two— two points away from winning." He then slides his finger towards the character highlighted among four others, signifying the player Jungkook was, “and you weren’t playing a female last game!”
The omega straightens themselves, a scowl on his face. Jimin may not play this dumb game like his alpha, but he’s watched and learned enough from Jungkook to get the gist. Jungkook isn’t able to trick him that easily.
His alpha was quiet, biting his inner cheek because he isn’t sure how to save himself from this. Jungkook can’t risk leaving the game like other times, it’s too important.
Jungkook hears his friends asking if he’s still there, Jimin can hear it too.
“Yah! I’m coming.” Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s shirt for him to come closer, but this time his omega doesn’t listen. He keeps himself grounded where he stands with his cheeks burning red.
”—Baby, don’t be mad. I’ll give you all the attention when I finish this one.”
Jimin is about to say something, but it’d fall on deaf ears because Jungkook’s concentration is back on the game. Covering his ear again and catching up to his friends.
Jimin wanted— no, Jimin wants to kill him.
If he could, Jimin would have turned the computer off out of spite. But he respects his alpha enough to know he shouldn’t mess with his things, even if it sounds tempting to do.
The next best idea comes to mind: distracting him from the game. And the best way to do that is by giving his beloved alpha a much-needed blowjob.
Jimin’s done it before; when Jungkook would play on his console with the television he installed in here so he wouldn’t hog the one in their living room.
When his omega would get impatient in waiting, he’d manage to suck Jungkook off mid game. It’d alway end with Jimin getting fucked stupid on the couch afterwards.
He hasn’t done it in weeks though, he’s also never given a blowjob under a desk before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
On the bright side, Jungkook will lose and he’ll get fucked during or after it. That’s all the motivation he needs to act on.
Jungkook checks around Jungkook’s setup; he’s sure it would make any gamer cream their pants. His alpha had invested a lot of funds into it.
The desk is huge, white and wide enough for Jungkook’s forearms to rest and move the mouse seamlessly across it. The columns were tall too, giving him a lot of leg space to work with.
He had two monitors— yup two— setup beside each other. They were long and curved inwards on the corners. One was horizontal, being used for the game and the other was vertical, showing his playlist on it.
The PC was on top too, a level lower than the desk. According to Jungkook, it’s there to prevent overheating. Jimin doesn’t bother to think about the rationality of it.
The side of it that faces Jungkook is see through, letting them see the parts inside clearly. It has fans spinning with white lights over them, matching Jungkook’s keyboard with white LED lights outlining each key from below.
Jungkook is so damn extra with his setup, but Jimin can’t hate him for that because he was melting at the adorable and excited reaction Jungkook had when he showed it off to Jimin for the first time.
A loud curse catches Jimin by surprise, seeing another glimpse of red flash on the screen before it resets again.
05 — 09
They lost again.
Good.
Jimin lets out an amused hum, deciding this’ll be the perfect time to have his fun.
With Jungkook being too invested in his game, Jimin goes down on the floor. He crawls on all four as he makes his way under the desk, his knees rubbing the floor and his toes bumping a few cords along the way.
He settles himself in between Jungkook’s man spread legs, sitting on his knees. With some hesitation, Jimin reaches a hand out to palm over his alpha’s crotch.
“Jimin.”
His voice was lower than usual, a warning being hinted. It sends a shiver down the omega’s spine before he continues on, biting his bottom lip while rubbing the area with his hand slowly.
Jungkook tries to ignore him, needing to focus on the game, but Jimin pressing a hand onto his member was not helping.
Jimin keeps repeating the same motion, feeling Jungkook slowly harden from the touch. The omega’s own cock twitched in between his legs as well.
A muffled moan is heard over the desk from the stimulation, Jimin’s pheromones intensifying once he notices the tent forming over his alpha’s sweats thanks to the light coming through from above. The scent of his arousal evidently filled the air, reaching Jungkook from below.
“Yes! Nicely done.” Jungkook cheers once more.
Jimin scoffs under the desk because more than likely they won that round.
06 — 09
Jimin can see the bulge; the clear outline of his alpha’s cock over the clothed area and he desperately wants to see it. He wants to feel the length slide over his palms, feel its weight and watch precum leak from its tip.
The omega starts tugging down on the others' sweats, wanting to free Jungkook’s cock, but he’s sitting down so his effort does nothing.
Jungkook shakes his head, eyes staring at the monitor in front of him. Jimin can’t help but whine, tugging at his shirt instead so Jungkook could look at him and give in.
Jungkook looks unamused when he does. He doesn’t even move his head, only having his eyes shift downwards. Jimin still tries though, he starts swiping his tongue over his lips to give them a shine to let Jungkook’s imagination go wild, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
His alpha can’t help but chuckle, raising himself from the chair long enough for Jimin to pull down the fabrics confining his cock.
Jungkook’s cock is sprung free, adjusting himself by scooting closer to the edge of his chair and rolling further out to give Jimin some more space to work with. He tries not to get annoyed over the new position since it limits his hand movements on the desk.
Jimin feels himself start to release more slick at the mere sight of his alpha’s length. Of the strong woodsy musk that he can feel on his tongue already.
No time is wasted as he quickly spits onto his hands a bit, taking them right onto Jungkook’s base. It’s warm to the touch and heavy even though his cock isn’t at its full hardness yet. With each slow slide upwards, it would grow under Jimin’s touch.
Jimin gasps when he feels it twitch under his palm after a specific stroke, quickening his pace. He’d tighten his grip when sliding down, trying to imitate the sensation Jungkook gets when he enters him.
The omega licks his lips, parting them slightly as he moves closer. He swallows dryly before letting his wet, cushioned lips take the head of Jungkook’s cock in his mouth.
Jungkook lets out a shaky, low moan under his breath.
”Shit—“
Jimin starts sucking the red tip tentatively, rolling his tongue over it at the same time. A hand is holding the base while the other grips Jungkook’s thigh for control.
He starts lowering himself, hallowing his cheeks in the process and rubbing his tongue along the sides. Jimin only got halfway before coming back up to flatten his tongue over the slit.
Jimin feathers his eyes upwards, meeting Jungkook’s blown out ones staring right back. His alpha’s head had fallen slightly, hands frozen in their position over the desk.
The sudden attention on him entices Jimin to put on a show for his mate.
He goes back down, taking the shaft inch by inch without breaking eye contact with Jungkook, who’s watching his own cock disappear behind Jimin’s lips.
The omega takes more of the length in his mouth than last time, coming back up for a few seconds. The saliva accumulating on Jungkook’s cock helps make the glides easier.
Jimin sucks and hums onto the shaft just to hear Jungkook let out unexpected moans. When he makes it to the base, Jimin feels it reach further into the back of his throat.
Tears start prickling out of the corner of his eyes, falling when he comes back up.
”My pretty omega,” Jungkook croaks, swallowing hard after, “making me feel so good.”
Jimin curls his toes at the compliment, taking a few deep breaths to prepare himself.
Without a warning, he takes the entire length in one quick go. Jungkook lets out a drawn out moan, slamming a fist on his desk from the pleasure.
Jimin keeps himself there, both of his hands on either side of Jungkook’s thighs as they dig slightly onto the muscle. He relaxes his jaw, moans being released to send a vibration through Jungkook’s entire cock. He shuts his eyes, reminding himself to calm down and breathe.
Jungkook tries hard not to buck into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through him. His cock is fully hard now, and Jimin’s tongue keeps pressing over the base, excessive spit falling from Jimin’s mouth and straight on his pelvis.
The alpha tears his eyes away, unable to muffle out his friends calling for him again. He doesn’t respond, doing his best to focus on getting them after seeing the scoreboard.
06 — 10
Jimin lifts his bottom up, reaching a hand back to where his panties are soaked in slick. He goes under the lace, not hesitating to intrude his own hole with two fingers.
He mewls at the feeling, even though it's nothing like having Jungkook inside him— cock or fingers— it’s enough to give him some relief.
Jimin picks up the speed easily, his slick helping the slides quicken. Each time he buries his fingers inside, the squelching would echo loudy from under the desk. If Jungkook wasn’t wearing his headphones, he would have lost his composure already.
The feeling of fucking himself and taking Jungkook’s length in his mouth is a lot, yet not enough.
He pulls away with a warm puff of air landing over Jungkook’s tip. Jimin flicks his tongue over the frenulum, a wave of precum coming up and Jimin lets it land on his mouth. He hums pleasantly at the taste.
The hand on Jungkook’s thigh wipes away the fluids dripping down his chin, his other hand being pulled out from his own hole and coating Jungkook’s cock with the slick accumulated on it lazily. Jimin whines, rubbing his thighs together to give his own cock some attention.
Jungkook peaks down at him, realizing with a sniff that Jimin was using his slick to mark his claim over his own cock.
Jimin’s cheeks and nose were burning red, eyes foggy and wet as he poked his tongue out slightly, looking up at Jungkook with lashes that were wetly clumped together.
The omega looks so hot that Jungkook doesn’t pay attention to his game anymore. He takes in his mate’s face instead, the obvious fucked out state it’s in just from taking cock inside that dainty mouth of his.
Jungkook throws his headphones over his keyboard, a crashing noise breaking the silence. No longer caring what is happening with his team as he pulls back from the desk completely.
Jimin crawls out, the fair skin on his knees burning red from the position and the slight friction.
He takes his shirt off, teasing Jungkook by revealing his upper half slowly. His body is glowing as he throws the tee away, showing off his tummy and waist but also the lace panties he has on. Thin white bands snuggling his hips and barely covering the tent from his own cock.
Jungkook growls at the sight, hands reaching out to grope every part of his omega’s perfectly smooth and beautiful body. And while Jimin’s omega can’t help but preen at the attention, at the way their alpha is pleasingly examining what he has to offer, Jimin wanted to make him suffer a bit.
”Nu—uh,” Jimin pulls Jungkook’s hands away, “you don’t get to touch alpha.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything, jaw clenching ones he registers his words.
“What are you talki—“
Jimin reaches under the chair, in between Jungkook’s parted legs and rolls him closer until they’re eye level.
”You’re going to finish your game.”
”Wh—“
“I’m going to fuck myself on your cock.”
“Omega,”
“You can fuck me when you’re done playing.”
Jimin turns around for a moment to reach the headphones that were thrown, putting them over Jungkook’s head and securing them in place over his ears.
With shaky hands, Jimin slides his slim legs over Jungkook’s toned out thighs, looping them under the space below his chair’s armrest. He’s grateful they’re placed high enough for him to move if needed.
His legs dangle on the side, grazing the floor at times as. He faces Jungkook, eyes hooded and lips swollen as he maneuvers a hand to hold Jungkook’s member again. His fingers try to wrap themselves over it, but it’s hardened to its full potential, Jimin needing to use both hands now.
Jungkook is watching him, unable to look away at how small and cute his mate is. Surprised Jimin could take him, could be spread open by his cock alone— knotting him full of cum.
The thoughts were making him leak more precum.
Jimin flicks a glance at him, loving the way Jungkook is hypnotized by the sight.
His hand meticulously tightens at the base, his senses becoming overloaded by the intoxicating arousal Jungkook is releasing. Jimin’s body can’t help but react, his own slick pouring out and dribbling onto Jungkook’s bare thighs to know how he’s being affected.
”Alpha,” Jungkook snaps his head up, dark eyes staring at Jimin who is trying not to submit. “you don’t want to betray your teammates. Pretend I'm not here and play.”
Jungkook blinks at him, unable to believe Jimin wants him to still go along with his foolish idea. He could care less if they won or lost— fucking his omega was the best option.
The alpha can’t say anything because he hears the annoying voices of his friends cursing him out to come back. He groans and rolls himself as close to the desk as possible.
Jimin lets out a surprised squeak, feeling his lower back press against the desk. Jungkook looks at him before apologizing to his friends with a lame excuse for his absence.
Jungkook leans forward, keys and mouse being clicked on repeat from behind Jimin. A few seconds later, Jungkook physically moves Jimin’s head to the side when he couldn’t see well.
Jimin furrows his eyebrows, annoyed when Jungkook looks at him unfazed.
In turn, Jimin doesn’t waste time to make him hot and bothered again.
He holds his breath as he drapes fingers on the band resting above his crotch. His own cock being released from under the soaked lace when he pulls it down.
It’s smaller than Jungkook’s— a lot smaller. Jimin lets out a pitchy moan at having his own finally be touched, even if it was with his own hand.
He strokes himself, tip burning pink and covered with Jimin’s mess before rubbing their members together.
Jimin shuts his eyes closed, head falling back from pleasure at the sensation of Jungkook’s veiny cock pressing into his own on one side. Their precum starts mixing together, along with the spit and slick he had left on Jungkook’s cock minutes before.
When it gets to be too much, Jimin lets go to latch his mouth onto Jungkook’s neck. His alpha lets him do as he pleases, extending his neck further for easier access.
Jimin is desperate, licking and nibbling over his mark until the area is coated in his saliva. He nuzzles and inhales Jungkook’s pheromones until he feels dizzy and his body turns into jelly.
His alpha can’t help but grin once Jimin pulls back with his pupils blown and mouth parted.
“What is it omega?” Jungkook asks amusingly, Jimin grinds forward with a pathetic whine.
“Alpha— Inside m... I wa— want you..”
Jungkook gives him a nod, a signal for him to go ahead.
Jimin turns back for a second, seeing the current round hadn’t ended even though Jungkook’s player got taken down.
He takes the chance to try and lift himself, pouting when he isn’t able to because gravity isn’t on his side. And neither is reaching the floor for some leverage in his current position.
Jungkook is quick to help him though, hands going under his slick covered thighs. A hand roughly lowering the panties Jimin is wearing further down.
Jimin wouldn’t be surprised if they break at any point during this.
His alpha grips the fat firmly, reaching forward to lap his tongue over Jimin’s exposed scent gland. His nose taking in the floral smell masked under the omega’s arousal.
Jimin grips Jungkook’s shoulder with one hand, the other going under him once he’s lifted enough to position the tip right under his rim. He bites his inner cheek, concentrating as he takes a deep breath to prepare himself.
He gives Jungkook a signal to lower him, and when the tip breaches inside Jimin, Jungkook holds him there for a moment.
Jimin throws his head back at the feeling of being opened, catching a glimpse of red appear on the screen before fully closing his eyes out of pleasure.
The omega lets out a shaky gasp, his inner thighs starting to shake with the stretch of each inch entering him. Even with the bit of prep he did on himself and the slick making the slide easier. Jungkook is so thick that it still causes a sting.
“A— Ah!”
Jungkook can’t help but look at his expression, at how blissed Jimin looks. For a second though, he also glaces behind Jimin and can’t help but smirk.
"Sorry baby, but my team needs me.”
It's the only thing Jungkook says and before Jimin could understand why, he’s forced all the way down.
“Oh, fuck. ” Jungkook breathes out, Jimin screaming instead.
The omega wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, body trembling from the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
Tears start sliding down the corner of his tightly shut eyes, Jungkook planting soft kisses onto his shoulder to soothe him. His hands going back onto the desk to continue playing.
Jimin keeps himself there, their chests pressed together as his legs dangle. Giving himself some time to adjust being stuffed full.
When the stinging goes away, he starts grinding his hips in circles. Muffling his moans with each one.
Jungkook hardly plays because Jimin is sitting so prettily on top of him. Clenching around his length and simply resting inside Jimin, keeping him open.
He manages to bring down an enemy before another player turns up and takes him down.
Their team only has one player alive, the other has three.
07 — 12
They lost, Jungkook has no hope. And even if they win this one, he won’t be near his computer anymore to help them.
He takes off his headphones, drowning out his friends as he puts them back on his desk. The sudden shift has Jimin look at him with round, pleasure filled eyes.
Jungkook cups his soft cheeks in his hand, kissing his swollen lips. Their mouths move together, Jimin grinding down onto Jungkook and breaking away with shaky moans whenever he’d feel his alpha’s cock nudge the inside of his walls.
Jimin weakly tries to jump to get some momentum between them, but his toes can barely touch the floor to help him. He isn’t strong enough to lift himself on his own either.
Jungkook reaches a hand behind Jimin to hold the meaty flesh and gives it a harsh slap. Jimin mewls at the feeling.
“Want to keep warming my cock up or do you want me to help you.”
“H— Help me, please. ”
“Gladly.”
Jungkook tells Jimin to hold onto him, and his omega listens obediently. With one deep breath, he gets them off the chair and lets it roll away as he takes a few steps to reach the couch.
Jimin is laid on top of the white blanket that partially covers the cushions, taking an inhale of it and nuzzling his nose into the faint smell of his alpha.
Jungkook pulls back, taking his shirt off and discarding it behind him. He then places a hand behind Jimin’s knees, pressing them close. Jimin’s vision becomes blurred, seeing his toes curling up in the air and feeling his thighs touch.
Jimin also sees his panties be pulled off the rest of the way by Jungkook, who grips onto the soaked fabric and takes a deep inhale of it with his nose.
“You smell so nice baby.” Jungkook takes his tongue out, sliding it across the lace that had remnants of Jimin’s slick. “You taste amazing too.”
His omega looks away, embarrassed at the obscenity of what Jungkook is doing.
Jungkook lets it fall by Jimin’s head, securing Jimin in the position before pulling back until he catches the sight of his tip being the only thing inside his mate.
Jimin screams, eyes rolling back as his hands start to grip the blanket under him for some purchase when Jungkook reenters.
His alpha throws his head back, shuddering out a groan from his lips.
“Fuck— taking me so well.” Jimin whimpers, clenching inside from the praise. “My beautiful omega, all mine. ”
Jungkook picks up his thrusts, making them go deeper until his hips slam into Jimin. The omega can’t see him, his view being blocked by his own legs as they stay in place by Jungkook’s hands in the air.
Jimin lets himself be used, lips parted as drool starts pooling around the corners.
When Jimin bends his knees a bit, he can see the concentration on Jungkook’s face, the way his sweat falls onto him.
“G—Give it to me alpha.” Jungkook stills, the call for his wolf grabbing his attention. “Fuck me for making you lose.”
Jungkook’s eyes reddened for a moment, suddenly annoyed at the reminder.
He looks up at his computer, not surprised to see they lost but more so because he ended up losing more points than he expected.
“You’re going to regret that omega.”
Jimin can’t help but giggle at the threat. He comes back to his senses when Jungkook pulls out entirely, his disappointed cry being cut off when he’s turned around roughly.
The omega stabilizes himself on all fours, instinctively presenting himself. He lowers his head onto the couch, arching his back perfectly and lifting his ass high in the air for Jungkook— for his alpha.
A pleased hum emerges from the back of Jungkook’s throat at the display. He doesn’t say anything, slamming Jimin’s ass roughly instead.
The sound is loud, Jimin wincing with each one being given yet he doesn’t dare to move from his position. He doesn’t want to disappoint his mate.
His skin starts turning red from the impact, Jungkook enjoying the sight of his own handprint being outlined over the abuse.
Jimin holds in his cries, the mix of pain and pleasure making his cock twitching pitifully as it hangs in the air.
Jungkook slides his cock over Jimin’s cleft. And Jimin, knowing he’ll be fucked any second, has him purr out his excitement.
His alpha bends forward, until his mouth is near Jimin’s ear, “You don’t deserve my knot.”
The sudden words send an alarm in Jimin that he starts to tear up, but he can’t form any words for Jungkook to reconsider before his cock is forced back into Jimin.
His omega claws at the blanket, cries being cut off with each sharp thrust that is given.
Jungkook keeps his pace up, not relenting even when he’d slam into Jimin’s prostate. It was too much— Jimin trying to pull away but Jungkook cages him in place.
Jimin forces his head up with the little energy he has, trying to take the opportunity to change Jungkook’s mind on his decision from before.
“Ah— Alpha— please knot me.” Jimin sounds pathetic, “Knot me. I— I need it!”
Jungkook curses, getting even more turned on from his omega’s begging.
“You made me lose, baby.” Jungkook reminds him with a snap of his hips.
“Ah fuck! I– I’m sorry!”
Jungkook scoffs, “No you’re not.”
He’s right, Jimin isn’t— but Jimin wants his knot.
“I am!” Jimin thrashes his pointed toes onto the couch to emphasize his seriousness, Jungkook pulls back until his tip is inside him when it starts inflating.
It has Jimin panic, afraid he’s going to pull out and finish out of him, “I won— alpha please! I wo— won’t do it again!”
Jungkook slammed a hand across Jimin’s ass, his smaller body jolting from the feeling, “You promise?”
Jimin shudders out a yes, weakly pushing back onto Jungkook to take more of his length. His alpha lets him, not stopping when Jimin manages to put his entire cock back inside.
“Just because you promised.”
Jungkook spreads his cheeks further apart, taking control once more. Jimin moans, letting his alpha nuzzle into the crook of neck, biting and nipping the skin.
“Come for me omega, show me how good I make you.”
Jimin can’t stop the sounds coming out of him, pitchy moans filling the room along with the squelching from the amount of slick coating Jungkook’s cock with each slide.
The omega’s cock would forcefully bounce under him from the force, unable to stop himself from reaching down to help himself.
Without a warning, Jimin cums with a moan of Jungkook’s name. His body becoming limp after, trying to calm down from his high.
Jungkook still goes at it, though his movements become slower. Jimin hisses when the other’s cock starts stretching him out even further.
One final thrust is given, Jungkook settling himself deeper inside while shuddering Jimin’s name out, cumming inside his omega.
Jimin can’t help but clench tighter, ignoring the overstimulation he’s feeling just to make sure Jungkook empties out inside him each drop.
Jungkook shifts them around, both laying on their sides in a comfortable spooning position.
Jimin turns his head back to kiss Jungkook, it's soft and tender. A sense of calmness and comfort wrapping around them nicely.
The omega smiles into the kiss warmly, nuzzling back into Jungkook’s arm placed under his head when they part.
“No more gaming today right? ”
Jungkook can’t help but laugh, planting a kiss where his mark is made on Jimin’s neck, “You have my full attention baby.”
“Good.”