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“A-Are—Are you sure, hyung?”
Jimin doesn’t know how to answer that, not really, so he doesn’t answer at all. Just presses his ass back into Jungkook’s hands, swaying his hips from side-to-side to encourage the younger man to continue.
They’ve already talked this topic into the ground and Jimin is done with discussing it, just wants to get to the point here, just wants to finally try it—even if it turns out to be a complete disaster. At least then he might be able to quiet his restless mind, might be able to quell this intrusive thought that has plagued him for weeks now. He bites his lip when he feels Jungkook give his left hip a gentle squeeze of understanding before the hands on him disappear entirely—leaving him bent over atop the bed, ass up and on display, shoulders slung low as he tries to fight through his own embarrassment.
He wanted this, he tries to remind himself, he asked for this specifically.
It feels a little too cold and vulnerable when Jungkook’s weight and warmth disappear from behind him, the bed dipping slightly as the alpha slides himself to the floor and walks away, footsteps a little too loud in the empty room while Jimin waits for his return with only the sound of his own breathing for company.
When the younger man finally does make a reappearance, it is with a small towel in hand, the fabric rough against Jimin’s skin as the alpha lays it across his back for the few seconds it takes to see them both situated atop the mattress again. When Jungkook drags the towel down towards its goal, the fabric slipping between Jimin’s ass cheeks to soak up the slick running freely down his thighs, Jimin can barely suppress a shudder—of nervousness or anticipation, it’s impossible to tell. Both, likely. There’s nothing sexy about this part of the process, but what’s to come—
“Hyung—” Jungkook tries to start up with his questions again when the rough drag against Jimin’s hole only causes more slick to ooze forth, but Jimin doesn’t give him time to overthink, only rocking his hips back into the touch with a little whine in the back of his throat.
“Don’t stop, Kookie, please—just, just keep going, you’ve got to get it all…”
It takes a few minutes to soak it all up, Jungkook’s long fingers thoroughly working the fabric across Jimin’s ass before pressing it deep inside of him too, the towel practically drenched in Jimin’s slick by the time Jungkook can run his thumb across the rim of Jimin’s waiting hole and only come across dry, sensitive flesh. Even that drag of contact, rough skin-to-skin, is enough to have Jimin’s mouth watering instead, bucking back into the touch wantonly now.
“C’mon, Kook-ah, b-before—before it starts up again, you have to be quick—”
“—okay, okay hyung, I’m—I’ll try it, just—” Jungkook’s large hands make their way back to his hips, the towel tossed aside in favor of holding Jimin steady, and he’s grateful for the grounding presence of the alpha behind him to keep him from vibrating right out of his skin with anticipation. “Just hold still—”
They spoken about this at length, this weird thought that has been plaguing Jimin for so long, but nothing compares to the very first press of the alpha’s cock against his dry hole—Jungkook taking extra care to push forward slow as anything, slower than Jimin would like, really, but he can’t ask too much of the younger man, not when he’s already compromised on so much to let Jimin have this little experiment, not when he’s already giving Jimin so much—
And, oh—god, but it burns, it burns exactly how he dreamt it would, the drag of Jungkook’s length as it presses inside him inch-by-inch, every movement like the strike of a match against his skin. This is what he had been desperate for, he thinks, head hung low between his arms as he shakes with the effort of holding himself up under the onslaught of sensation.
Behind him, Jungkook hardly seems to be faring better, the alpha’s arms quivering with the effort it takes to keep himself restrained, the tight clutch of Jimin’s body around his cock only intensified by the lack of slick to ease the way. He didn’t understand why, why Jimin asked him to try fucking him like this, the omega’s body rid of as much of his slick as they could manage—and despite his many reassurances that his body was built for this, that omegas were made to stretch for an alpha’s cock, for childbirth, that he could handle it...Jungkook still had his worries. Yet, the desperate clenching of Jimin’s body around his cock is undeniable, the way the omega’s walls stretch to accommodate him just as promised, even as every inch that he moves is a lesson in friction as he slowly pulls his hips back again.
“Hhnngggg...” Jimin groans, arms sliding across the sheets as Jungkook thrusts back inside him again, picking up the pace just slightly now that he can feel Jimin’s body opening up for him.
“H—” he has to swallow to make the words unstick themselves from his throat, the tight clenching heat around him overwhelming to a degree that makes speech particularly difficult, “H-How...does it f-feel, hyung?”
“K-Kookie—”
“A-Am I—hurting you?” He can’t help but choke out, even as Jimin rolls his hips back to meet Jungkook’s next slow thrust, chasing after the white-hot burn of the stretch and the heat and the friction—
“F-Feels...feels s-so...go-good, Kookie— a-ahhhh—” Jimin slurs out, thoughts already difficult to string together. This was a good idea, he decides—a fucking fantastic idea, for the alpha to fuck him dry at least once, to fight against the natural inclinations of his body so he could fucking— feel it, feel everything for the first time, nothing in the way, not even his own slick to ease the burn-burn-burn of Jungkook taking him raw.
Encouraged by the omega’s words, Jungkook lets himself indulge at last, snapping his hips forward to meet Jimin’s just as he always has, and finally—Jimin’s arms collapse beneath him, sending him face-first into the mattress and leaving him completely at Jungkook’s mercy.
“—o-oohhhhh, Jungkookie, that’s—that’s i-it, m— more—”
The alpha fucks him until he’s drooling into the mattress, the burn turning into a fire, the sharp edge of a knife—but it’s perfect, it’s exactly the pain he wanted, lets him feel every last sensation, every inch of movement—and his body wasn’t made for this, no matter how much he might be able to take in size, it’s the friction, the terrible, glorious friction that is going to drive him mad.
But he almost sobs when he feels his body betray him at last, the tell-tale prickling in his gut his only warning before slick starts to form inside him as an automatic defense to Jungkook having his way with him, the liquid easing the way despite all of his wishes to the contrary. He digs his nails into the sheets, shaking his head as if he could will his very nature to stop, for time to freeze for a moment so he can continue to experience this—this strange, wonderful feeling.
God, for a moment—brief though it was—it was almost easy to imagine this night going differently, as though his alpha had been a stranger, one who had been so overwhelmed with need for Jimin that he had just taken what he wanted, that he could finally feel what it might be like to experience that desire raw and unfiltered, his natural inclinations overwhelmed by the whims of someone else. Dry—like an alpha, like a beta, even—dry as though his body weren’t made for fucking but taking it anyway. Dry like he doesn’t want it.
But all good things must come to an end, the sensation changing as the familiar slip and slide of his slick eases their fucking along, the sensations dull, muted now. As always, the liquid is a balm to his pain, soothing his abused rim as his body clutches around Jungkook’s cock, each snap of his hips growing easier and easier even as Jimin finds himself almost numb to the feeling of it now.
It’s with no small amount of disappointment that Jimin gives himself back over to their routine, allowing Jungkook to wrap a hand around his cock to bring him to a quick release, no longer wanting the feeling to linger. Jungkook is no fool, can sense when Jimin lets himself go to his disappointment, his orgasm a small, quiet affair. He quivers and falls still as Jungkook continues to use him for his own release, not even moving a muscle when the familiar stretch of Jungkook’s knot catches at his rim and locks them together at last.
When Jungkook’s arms circle his waist, he gives no protest and allows the larger man to ease them both down to the bed on their sides, his body wrapped in as much of the alpha’s as he can manage. Jungkook nuzzles at the back of his neck, the room silent again apart from the ragged drag of their breathing. He almost doesn’t catch it, mind drifting somewhere far away, when Jungkook mutters a soft apology into his hair. “...hyung?”
“...hmmm?”
“I’m—I’m sorry...”
Jimin curls his arms up around the alpha’s to tighten their embrace, leaning his head back against Jungkook’s with a soft hum under his breath.
“I...I should have been faster, I know you wanted—”
“Shhhh...” Jimin interrupts his explanation, not interested in letting the younger man go on about all the reasons things didn’t go according to plan. If he clenches his body around the knot inside him, fingers pressing into the slight bulge of it through his tummy, he feels the low echo of it—the low burning like embers in his core that started it all, that wonderful feeling that led him to this bizarre obsession in the first place. For now, this is enough. Not all that he wanted, no—but more than being disappointed, the omega finds himself hungry for the chance to try again in the future.
“Shhh, Kook-ah,” he murmurs against Jungkook’s jaw as he turns his head to offer the younger man a soft kiss, “it’s okay, it’s alright...”
“I t-think I hurt you, Jimin-hyung...” the alpha whispers back, voice low with worry as his long fingers reach down between them to probe at the skin where Jimin is stretched around him. “You—You’re b-bleeding...”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he reassures, knowing full well that this might have been a consequence, only regretting that he can’t feel it more, the way his body must be ravaged by their actions. The thought of come and blood dripping down his thighs almost makes his spent cock twitch between them, but Jimin keeps those thoughts to himself, at least for now. They can work their way up to that, once Jungkook learns that nothing he can do will truly scare his lover—quite the opposite, really.
“I’m fine, I promise...”
“But, Jimin—“
“Hey,” he coos, twisting as best as he can to silence Jungkook with his own lips, swallowing down the alpha’s protests until he falls silent again. “There’s always next time...”
Jungkook gives a surprised noise at that, pulling back to better look Jimin in the eye, brow furrowed. “N-Next time...?”
Jimin nods and hums and tucks his head back beneath the alpha’s chin, wriggling until Jungkook has no choice but to clutch Jimin more firmly to his chest to keep the omega still. Jungkook gives him a few silent minutes, letting Jimin bask in the sensation of being full for as long as he can manage without saying anything to break the moment—but he can feel the slick and the hint of blood dripping from Jimin’s thighs between them, and he can’t help but ask after too long, “Should I...clean you up now?”
When Jimin shakes his head and clutches Jungkook closer, the alpha can’t help but chuckle at his partner’s stubbornness.
“Later,” Jimin tells him. ‘I want it to last for a little while,’ he doesn’t say.
Next time, he thinks. Next time.