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“Will you fuck me?”
Seokjin’s heart jumps at the question, his frame going rigid. Jungkook stares at him waiting for an answer and he’s at a loss for words.
“Are you sure— bun, we—” Seokjin stutters, arms still cradling Jungkook so close. And of course, he wants to, he’s dreamt of it, being that close to Jungkook, to have Jungkook like that and to belong to Jungkook in the same way as Jungkook will belong to him.
“I’m sure, I’ve been wanting to. I’ve been patient all this while, hyung. Do you want to?” Jungkook’s pretty eyes and siren-like voice overwhelm him.
“It’s just…” Seokjin chooses his words, carefully, correctly, “It’s going to change things, baby, and hyung— how, fuck— how can I let us go back to being normal after that?”
How could Seokjin pretend he doesn’t want Jungkook even more after that? To just be fake mates? How could he?
Jungkook bites his lower lip, face angled down and thinking before slowly loosening from Seokjin’s hold and sliding off. Seokjin hates this new feeling of Jungkook pulling away.
“We never talked about things. About what will happen, I guess, I just assumed— you know, it’ll be okay.” Jungkook murmurs.
It’ll be okay?
In what world could they be okay after this?
What did okay even mean?
“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, softly.
Jungkook shrugs, turning away a little, his ears moving downwards slightly, almost like they’re frowning and Seokjin knows his are upright, sharp, wanting to catch on anything Jungkook is giving off.
It just feels like Jungkook is pulling away, and maybe the omega didn’t want to talk about the future.
Seokjin still wants Jungkook to stay though.
So, he laces their fingers, holding Jungkook back, and says, “I’ll fuck you— let me fuck you.” Let me be your alpha, maybe then we can talk about the future.
“Because I want you to?” Jungkook whisper.
Seokjin moves closer, “Because I want to and because I want us to.”
“Really?” Jungkook curves into him, strawberry cream drowning Seokjin.
He nods, sliding his arms around Jungkook’s waist before he picks the omega up again, hand sliding under Jungkook’s t-shirt. “Let alpha take care of us.”
Jungkook pinks at those words, arms hooking around Seokjin’s neck, fingers curling the ends of Seokjin’s hair tight. They’re kissing again, softer, pillowy and sweet, as Seokjin carries them to his bedroom.
It's so infused with Jungkook’s scent that nothing changes as they undress.
Seokjin first, quickly and erratically as Jungkook stares him down, eyes then zeroing in on his cock. Seokjin feels so wanted when he’s around Jungkook, a never-ending new feeling, he can only hope he makes Jungkook feel the same way.
With Jungkook, he’s more careful, but his hands and lips don’t work together, teeth biting down on Jungkook’s skin before he’s able to pull anything off.
To know that he’s able to go all the way, to make Jungkook feel so good, to knot the omega, makes him want to make this memorable for both of them.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, baby.” Seokjin breathes out, hand finding Jungkook’s as he kneels before the omega, reminiscent of their first time.
It’s euphoric to see Jungkook flush for him, wet for him and moan for him.
“I want you in me, already.” Jungkook whines softly, and their eyes find each other, “but I know, h-hyung likes to— alpha likes to take his time.”
Seokjin’s chest rumbles with the change in his honorifics. He kisses Jungkook’s knee. “I do, sweetheart, alpha just wants to make you feel so good and mark you up. Will you let me?”
Jungkook whimpers, “Yes, alpha. Don’t want to cum yet though, want to cum together with you.”
Seokjin nods, “Of course, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
Jungkook drags Seokjin’s left hand up, sucking on two of his fingers and Seokjin’s arousal gets pulled in all the ways. His omega truly knows him well too.
With eyes still connected, Seokjin uses his right hand to spread Jungkook’s thighs open and pushes his legs back, letting out praises as Jungkook holds the position for him.
He’s fingered Jungkook so many times over the last couple of weeks. Sometimes so randomly, as if they both just needed that at that moment, like when Jungkook crawled into his lap while he was playing a game. The omega took his controller and spun the chair around, taking over the game and Seokjin let it happen.
He had sucked two hickeys into Jungkook’s neck before sliding fingers into Jungkook’s boxers and then into his hole. No words were exchanged as he got Jungkook off like that.
Maybe it was all a build-up to finally fucking each other.
Now, Seokjin pushes two fingers into his omega’s hole, seeing it pucker and suck him in. Jungkook is wet, there’s slick all over his thighs that Seokjin licks clean before he leaves bite marks around his omega’s most precious part.
Jungkook squirms and cries out, legs hooking over him, and Seokjin only feels so owned. Only he has Jungkook like this.
“Can you take four bun, hmm?” Seokjin asks so gently, prodding Jungkook’s hole with another of his fingers. He’s leaned up now, hovering over Jungkook, lips finding their home in Jungkook’s neck once again.
“I need to a-alpha, to take your knot.” Jungkook breathes out against his ear.
Seokjin inhales at the image, god, Jungkook on his knot, split open and so full of his cum, the wolf in him growling at having bred their omega.
“Yeah, you need to, baby. You’ll take me so well, won’t you?” A third finger is now in Jungkook fully and Seokjin fingers him with it, gently, stretching his perfect omega.
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans out, head dropping back. “Alpha, fuck—” Jungkook finds his lips, pressing them together, “How could you feel so good?”
Seokjin wants to laugh because he should be saying this to Jungkook. But he’s almost so proud of making Jungkook feel like this.
“Yeah, that good?” Seokjin asks, eyes watching Jungkook’s expressions.
Jungkook winces before letting out a laugh, “I love your fucking fingers, always fuck me so good.”
Seokjin presses a soft kiss on Jungkook’s jaw before sliding his pinky into Jungkook’s hole, seeing his omega’s mouth fall open and eyes roll back, he feels like a king.
Jungkook has slicked so much, it’s everywhere, with each movement of his fingers, more and more squelching out and it's now the loudest thing in the room.
Jungkook holds him so tight, nails pressing into his skin and all Seokjin murmurs is, “That’s it, good omega, pretty baby, oh, so stretched for alpha’s cock and knot, hmm? So so good to alpha.”
A tear falls from Jungkook’s eyes and Seokjin licks it up. It has Jungkook turning to him, eyes opening and meeting his.
“Let me sleep with your knot in me?”
Oh.
It almost makes Seokjin emotional even though that’s the hottest thing ever.
“Okay.”
“Want to wake up like that, with you still in me and on top of me. You can’t pull out, can’t move away from me.” There are fresh tears in Jungkook’s eyes suddenly and Seokjin’s heart breaks.
“Baby, I’m not going to leave. I don’t want to.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything except to move and to pull Seokjin’s fingers out from his hole, covered in slick it shines in the light.
Seokjin watches as Jungkook wipes it all over his face, the pool of arousal only deepening by it because he knows what's going to happen next.
“Lick me clean, alpha.”
A new fetish of theirs really, or mostly Seokjin’s that Jungkook indulges.
Seokjin does, unabashedly, licking across Jungkook’s lips first, moving to his jaw and cheeks. When he’s satisfied, he licks his fingers off too, all while maintaining eye contact with his omega bunny.
“Okay, baby?” Seokjin asks, kneeling over Jungkook now, inspecting his omega in a way. Jungkook nods.
Jungkook’s pink skin, glistening face, red hickeys, eyes round and dark, eat Seokjin up. His omega was one of a kind, ethereal. “You’re so beautiful, especially like this, bun. You know how you make alpha feel, don’t you?”
“How?” Jungkook asks, feigning nonchalance, eyebrow raised.
“Like this,” Seokjin brings Jungkook’s hand to his chest first, just right where his heart is. It's pounding, racing and so alive, for Jungkook. The omega flushes, eyes turning shy. “And like this.” He covers his hard cock with Jungkook’s palm. It’s only like that, on the verge of pleasing breeding Jungkook in the way Jungkook deserves. Jungkook reddens, eyes surprised, but never looking away.
“Does that make me special?”
“The most special.”
Jungkook’s pretty smile greets him, believing his words and Seokjin knows he’s said something right.
When he finally enters Jungkook, he just lies over the omega. Jungkook curls under him, face buried in his neck, urging him not to move. Seokjin obeys.
And when he fucks Jungkook, he’s using all his strength, manhandling Jungkook in the way that makes the omega scream. Seokjin was a wolf and an alpha, both dominants, and it's only even more obvious now.
“Oh— fuck, alpha—”
Jungkook splutters when Seokjin brings them both to a kneeling position, back to front. With an arm around Jungkook’s waist and a hand gripping Jungkook’s neck, Seokjin uses him like a little fuck doll.
“That’s it, baby— god, you’re incredible.” Jungkook’s slick is now all over Seokjin’s crotch and thighs, making it a messy affair. Seokjin loves it.
“Hyung—”
Seokjin growls, nipping at Jungkook’s neck. “Alpha.” He corrects.
Jungkook shivers, breathing out. “S-sorry, alpha…I want— want you—”
“What, sweetheart, hmm?” Seokjin whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s neck, slowing his movements to hear his omega speak.
“Want to stand, can you— will you fuck me like that, alpha?” Words so sweetly said but they’re full of sin.
“I can fuck you however you like, bun-ah. Whatever you want, alpha will give it to you.”
How could Jungkook not know Seokjin would lay the world down for him to burn if he’d just ask for it?
Seokjin tugs them off the bed, not pulling out of course, knowing that will cause them so much discomfort, he hugs Jungkook to him. Jungkook’s back is arched in this position and Seokjin feels his cock so deep into Jungkook.
“Alright?” He checks.
Jungkook groans, nodding, leaning back into Seokjin, nuzzling his neck. “Yes, yes, so good, alpha, so full— I’m so full of you.”
Seokjin smirks, “Yeah, you are. Alpha’s little omega bun.”
Jungkook’s frame tightens from his words, and Seokjin almost thinks he’s going to cum but he doesn’t, not yet.
Seokjin pistons out and back in, slowly, feeling the warm drag of his omega’s walls, the perfect grip of his breeding hole.
Seokjin wishes that in that second he could breed Jungkook.
“So perfect, so pretty, so fucking tight— fuck, bun-ah.” Seokjin lets his praises overflow, needing to let Jungkook know how good he is.
“Y-yeah?” Jungkook gasps out, toes curling as Seokjin presses into him, grinding a little. His eyebrows pinches and his mouth falls open again.
“So good, so fucking good. Alpha’s always so hard for you.” Seokjin lowly grits out, hugging Jungkook tight to him, leaving yet another bite on his neck.
Jungkook grins, eyes lighting up at the words and Seokjin kisses him, just a press of lips from this angle before he’s fucking Jungkook, abrupt and hard.
Jungkook crumbles.
Seokjin holds his omega up now seeing as Jungkook’s legs shake and tremble, his cries and gasp following the snaps of Seokjin’s hips and though it’s not the most ideal way, they cum like that.
Jungkook first, cock spurting out cum all over his torso and their bed, and then Seokjin whose knot has grown inside his omega.
“Closer— alpha, close,” Jungkook tells him, hurried and desperate, with tears in his voice. Seokjin tries to, push further into Jungkook until they fall into bed. He grinds into Jungkook’s hole, growling and breathing out into Jungkook’s neck and hair, eliminating all space between them.
Jungkook only whimpers and shivers under him, it swells Seokjin’s chest so much that Jungkook is curving into him. In his haze too, he believes that he’s bred his omega.
“So perfect, omega bun— gonna be so full of alpha’s pups, so pretty, alpha’s precious mate.” Seokjin slurs to Jungkook. He pets Jungkook’s ears and kisses him so much until he feels Jungkook go lax under him, falling asleep.
He remembers his promise of not pulling out, and honestly, it’s not even a bit uncomfortable. So, Seokjin too falls asleep that way, arms around Jungkook’s tummy and face in his neck.
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When morning comes, Seokjin is awakened by his omega. Jungkook is staring at him, a shy smile on his face.
“What is it, bun?” He barely manages to whisper, sniffing Jungkook’s hair and closing his eyes once again.
Jungkook giggles. “I’m hungry, hyungie, wake up. It’s late.”
Seokjin pouts, “How late?”
“It’s almost ten. And I’m hungry. Want hyung’s fried rice for breakfast…please?”
Has Seokjin mentioned how he’s able to do anything for Jungkook? Yes? Because he agrees.
“Mm, okay, anything for you.”
It’s only then he realises, he’s still in Jungkook. His cheeks pink when he sees how mauled Jungkook looks. God, he went overboard.
“Uhm, hyung….” Jungkook pauses, eyes glancing away.
“Baby, fuck, are you feeling alright? Let hyung pull out okay?”
“Okay.” Seokjin kneels and slowly pulls out, eyes meeting Jungkook’s once again in this angle as he sees his cum drip out from Jungkook’s hole.
“Sorry, I–”
Seokjin frowns, tugging Jungkook to him. “Sorry? What are you apologizing for, Guk-ah?”
Jungkook’s lip jut out, “Made a mess, I should have held it in.” Though that tickles Seokjin’s alpha, Jungkook does not need to apologise.
“No, we’ve already made a mess last night, baby, it’s alright. And plus, that’s such a sight, it’s hot, you’re hot.”
Jungkook giggles, turning pink and he nudges Seokjin’s chest. “Shut up, hyung. Carry me, I don’t think I can walk.”
Seokjin chuckles too, “Of course, fucked you so well, didn’t I? Come on.”
Jungkook hits him as they head to shower together. And perhaps, they fuck again.
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It’s Jungkook’s birthday. And Seokjin, well, he’s not doing too good.
The alpha has been overwhelmed with Jungkook and his thoughts of mating the omega ever since they had sex.
Sure, he’s thought of it before, innocently, and now, he’s possessive and protective and he reprimands the alpha in him for wanting to send a glare towards anyone who merely looks at his Jungkook.
Seokjin was right, they’ve crossed the line and now, he’s all over Jungkook with the blatant intention of mating him. Jungkook belongs to him.
Today though, Jungkook is a guest on a show where Seokjin will be joining him for the last segment, almost like a dive into their relationship kind of thing.
Jungkook was the one who asked if Seokjin wanted to do it with him, with nervous fingers and darting eyes, but how could Seokjin say no?
He wanted to be known as Jungkook’s alpha, who was worthy of him, and who was good to him.
So when Seokjin comes in, after Jungkook had a Q&A of his own and sang two of his songs, he is asked about Jungkook.
They're sitting side by side and Seokjin wants to reach out to feel Jungkook closer, maybe have their fingers touch but it's respectful to keep distance since they're in a professional setting.
“Seokjin-ssi, thank you for joining us today. You've made a space in your schedule for your mate, I see, seeing it's his birthday after all.” The host starts.
Seokjin smiles, “Of course, I wouldn't miss Jungkook’s birthday for anything. Especially not our first one together.”
He sees Jungkook pink a little at his words and it fills him with glee.
“That's very thoughtful. Have you both had time to celebrate yet, or is that something you're doing tonight? Jungkook-ssi?”
Jungkook looks perplexed, glancing at Seokjin before answering. “Oh, I don't know, we didn't really plan anything so far.”
The host looks a little displeased and turns to Seokjin. “No plans?”
Seokjin tuts, “Well, actually, it's a surprise, so Jungkook doesn’t know but we have plans. What kind an alpha would I be if I didn't celebrate my omega's birthday?”
Jungkook turns to him, surprised. “Really?”
“Yah, you think I wouldn't do anything? I bought your gift a month ago, Guk-ah.”
Jungkook giggles. “No, of course, I mean, hyung is always getting me things, flowers too. I get a bouquet each week. It’s too much honestly.”
That seems to get the attention of the host. “Well, that's a lot of flowers, for months now, hmm?”
Seokjin nods, glancing at Jungkook. “Jungkook likes them, so I thought, why not? It's a small thing really.”
Jungkook huffs, shaking his head. “Hyung still picks them out himself, and he makes sure they’re different each time. He treats me really well.” His voice gets soft at the end and it tugs Seokjin’s heart.
“What's your favourite memory together so far? Maybe you can share one, Seokjin-ssi?”
Seokjin nods, thinking for a bit, but his mind goes back to one. “The day we met.” He meets Jungkook’s eyes knowing the story they've told the world is different so he selectively uses his words to be the most truthful.
“Oh, tell us more.”
“I met a couple of his friends and his team together, and they have a tiny bit of his scent that just really pulled me in. And when he walked in, I think my alpha knew how important he'd be to us. We got along so well, I loved how our scents matched and I scented him that first day, subtly, but it changed things for us after that.”
Jungkook grins softly. “Yeah, it did. I remember seeing hyung and thinking how handsome he was. I've had a tiny crush on him that just grew. He's just wonderful, it's hard not to fall for him.”
Seokjin feels a flare in his chest at that.
Fall for him? Was it true?
He tries to dissect the look in Jungkook’s eyes but the omega isn’t looking at him anymore, his frame just slightly closed off and Seokjin frowns.
“How has it been dealing with the fame and all? You both appearing at the charity event was a big thing, a statement. Was that a choice, Seokjin-ssi?”
Seokjin adjusts his posture, nodding, “It was a choice, yes, I guess, I know I got tired of hiding us.” He laughs a little. “The fame, I think seeing our fans put us together is nice, we have gotten the support of most and that is assuring. I think I liked it more because it was an easy way to put a claim on Jungkook, to let people know not to come too close to my omega.” Seokjin lets this out in a playful voice, though internally it's all coming from the deepest part of his possessiveness.
Jungkook giggles, nudging Seokjin a little. “Hyung’s a little possessive.”
They all laugh and Seokjin agrees. “Who wouldn’t be with Jungkook? I’m so lucky.” His eyes find Jungkook and he honestly expresses just that, “I’m so lucky he agreed to be mine.”
Jungkook shies away, “Me too.”
As they exit the stage and have their mics removed, Seokjin has his eyes on Jungkook the entire time.
There’s an ick under his skin needing Jungkook closer. He waits, patiently as people greet and wish Jungkook before they’re able to be closer.
“Hi,” Seokjin whispers, pressing into Jungkook’s back. “Are you ready to leave, baby?”
Jungkook meets his eyes in the mirror, nodding. “Yeah…uhm, hyung?” Jungkook hesitates.
“Yeah? What is it?”
Jungkook looks away, licking his bottom lip nervously. Seokjin slides his arm around Jungkook’s waist, putting them closer, wanting to comfort his omega.
“Did you mean it? What you said just now?” A shy mumble.
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Yes, all of it. I didn’t just say it because I had to, bun—,” Seokjin’s heart races and he feels the slight fear of confessing, but Jungkook’s asking him and he had already going to do it later tonight, “I wanted to. It’s what I feel, truly.”
Jungkook whimpers so softly before turning to face him, galactic eyes holding him hostage. “You feel lucky to be with me?”
“Yes,” Seokjin breathes out, he curves Jungkook’s fringe with his fingers, “I only want to be with you, sweetheart, all these months, it’s been wonderful with you, and I’m so lucky to have you as my omega and as my…mate.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise and his cheeks pink. “Yeah?”
“I was going to bring this up during our dinner, Guk-ah, but, like I said just now, my alpha knew you were going to be so important to us. I want—” Seokjin inhales, cupping Jungkook’s face, “I want to be your mate, if you’d take me, if you want to be mine.”
“For real?” A whisper.
Seokjin nods and Jungkook leans up, pressing their lips together, fingers gripping Seokjin's collar tight.
Jungkook breathes out against him, “Yes, hyung— I want to, I want you so much.”
Seokjin’s heart flies and he lifts Jungkook up, kissing him again. “Yeah?”
Jungkook giggles, hooking arms around Seokjin’s neck, “Yes, I’ll be your real mate.” Seokjin lets out a happy laugh, spinning them around, peppering kisses all over Jungkook’s cheeks and neck, muttering thank yous.
That night, after their dinner and dessert, Seokjin takes Jungkook by the hand to a room he’s booked at the finest place in the city for the next couple of days. He has the room decorated, the bed filled with presents for his mate.
“Hyungie—,” Jungkook pauses, hands going over the white roses, “This is too much.”
Seokjin shakes his head, “It doesn’t even compare to what I want to give you. You deserve the best, baby.”
Jungkook turns to him, eyes cast down. “I feel like the lucky one. You always do so much, hyung.”
Seokjin lifts his chin up, “No, I’m not. It’s not easy being an alpha and a wolf, you know, since the very start, hyung has been damping it. And you, just being mine, is a constant gift I receive, Guk-ah. You take care of me in ways I did not know I needed, you’re my biggest supporter and I only wish I could do the same.”
Jungkook hugs him. “You do. Hyung, you do so much, fuck, look at this, look at how happy you make me.”
Seokjin huffs softly, joking, “It looks like you’re going to cry and I don’t really like that, bun.”
Jungkook pouts, hitting his arm lightly. “I’m serious.”
“And I love you.” Seokjin spits out, abruptly and absentmindedly.
Jungkook’s breath hitches and he stares. Seokjin just continues, unable to stop, with a shake in his voice and trembling fingers, he reaches into his pocket.
“It might feel too soon to say it, but, to me it doesn’t feel like it. I do love you, I’m so incredibly in love with you, bun,” he opens the ring box, seeing Jungkook’s expression as he takes it in, “It’s not— I’m not asking you to marry me, but, it’s a promise for that future. A promise to do well as your alpha and mate, to take our real courting seriously and to keep you as my priority. To be real with you and to love you.”
“Seokjin hyung, that’s—” A tear falls from Jungkook’s eyes and Seokjin’s eyes also fill up. Jungkook takes his hands, fingers grazing over the rings, one for each of them. Jungkook’s once laced with diamonds, the prettiest for Seokjin’s prettiest.
“I hated it, the lying and the faking, keeping you at arm's length when I couldn’t and didn’t want to. So now, hyung wants to make it right.”
“I hated it too, hyung— I really, it made me so mad and jealous. I hated the idea of ever sharing you…you’re mine.”
Oh.
Seokjin’s chest rumbles. “I am.”
Jungkook nods, eyes sharp. “And I love you, hyung. I want to be your mate. I’ve dreamt of it for months now, it felt so stupid to even think you’d actually want me the way I want you. But you do.” Softer words now.
Seokjin cups his lover’s face. “I do, so fucking much.”
Jungkook puts his hand out and Seokjin reaches for the ring, sliding it on. “I promise too, hyung. To be real with you and to love you.”