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Infectious. That seems to be the favored word when people describe a performance by Park Jimin, whether it be a fan or someone who is indifferent or, occasionally, even someone who wants to hate him. There are a good number of those.

But the one thing people can’t deny is that he knows how to hook a crowd, knows how to give them a good show. His concerts could bring an arena crumbling down. Whether it’s because he just finished a dance routine that could put acrobats to shame or because he slut-dropped at the edge of the stage right next to his fans in the pit, it doesn’t matter. He can wink and people will shriek until their lungs give out.

“Oof, I think I nailed that one,” Jimin says as he drops out of the final pose for his second-to-last song, and the last one that will take this much exertion. He still feels like the air has been stripped from his lungs, and he can hear the heavy puffs of air from himself as they hit the mic, so he pulls it away for a moment as he catches his breath. Blonde hair clings to the side of his face, sticky with sweat, and his throat feels dry as he reaches for a water bottle on stage.

The crowd keeps roaring, a deep rumble in the stage beneath Jimin’s feet as he drinks. He takes out his in-ear for a moment and looks around, taking in the chants and cheers and the screams. They call his name or sometimes scream nonsense just to make him look at the signs they made. He’s pretty sure he hears some people crying. There are always a few criers at his concerts.

“Oh my God, you guys are louder than I am in bed. Phew!” Jimin says, scrunching his nose up as he snickers. He turns from side to side like he’s on a swivel, taking the view of the crowd as they all scream. They always react like he just said the most hilarious or most profound thing they’ve ever heard, and he eats it up every time. “And that’s saying a lot. I know you guys have never met my husband, but if you’ve seen the paparazzi photos, you can imagine. I’m sure you’ve seen the…”

Jimin holds his microphone in one hand and uses the other to squeeze his chest, one pec at a time.

“And the…” He points downward, his lips pursed, pretending to be abashed as though he’s afraid to do what he’s about to do. Jimin holds his microphone near the space between his legs, making it look as phallic as possible before he brings it back up to speak again. “The mic doesn’t do him justice, though. I keep asking them to give me a bigger mic so it feels a little more familiar in my hands, but they said that wouldn’t be very practical.”

He shrugs as he begins walking a slow circle along the edge of the stage, mouth twisted off to one side of his face, eyes rolling as he tries not to grin.

“They’re probably right. I’d get too distracted by it.” Jimin fans himself with one hand and comes to a sudden stop. “Did it suddenly just get really hot in here or is that just me?”

Another round of screams has Jimin throwing his head back in a laugh.

“Okay, okay, they’re definitely right. I’m way too horn— I mean, too easily distracted. Anyway!” he chirps as the crowd laughs. “We have one more song left, don’t we?”

He holds up a finger, but the crowd is too loud for him to continue, and he doubles over in laughter. Gripping his mic with both hands, Jimin bats his lashes as he glances around the crowd, playful and scolding until they quiet down. He lifts his pointer finger up again.

“Just one more,” he says. “You all know what it is, right? I’ll give you a hint, okay? It’s about the guy I was just yapping about.”

In tandem, everyone starts shouting the same song title, screaming at the top of their lungs, so Jimin points at part of the crowd on side of him. They explode into cheers. He points to the other side as it turns into a chant of his final song. The rest of the arena begins to join in as he gestures to the seats farther back from him.

Everyone knows "Puppy Love", one of his top hits, and definitely one of his personal favorites. He wrote it the moment he went home after meeting Jungkook and spending a weekend in a phantom heat with him. They both knew they were it for each other after their first date.

Of course Jimin’s fans know what song it is. They know how much he adores his mate. Jimin never shuts up about him, actually. He’s lost count of how many compilations his fans have made of him, all similarly titled something like “Jimin yapping about his husband/mate for 10 minutes straight.”

He can’t help himself. He wouldn’t be here today without Jungkook. He’s the only reason Jimin didn’t give up too soon to see this crowd.

“Puppy Love!” he shouts along with the crowd, flinging one hand into the air, the other holding his mic over himself as he tilts his head back like he’s shouting it to the sky.

It’s the perfect song to end with, giving Jimin a chance to cool down after such a rigorous performance but still fast-paced and energetic enough to give the crowd what they want. Keep them flying high.

And it gives him a little time to interact with his fans, prancing around the stage in the skimpiest Santa outfit he was allowed. Well, skimpiest without being completely naked or in lingerie—that’s for Jungkook’s eyes only—which ended up with him in a red, long-sleeved, skintight bodysuit and matching red shorts over it, white faux fur trimming the bottom of the shorts where they wrap around his mid-thigh, a bedazzled belt around the middle, and chunky black boots to finish off the look.

He makes his way back onto the thrust stage, turning in a circle to look at each and every section of the crowd and wiggling the pom-pom at the tip of his Santa hat. And if he squeezes that ball in a rather suggestive way while singing about Jungkook, that’s between him and his fans.

Confetti explodes from each side of the stage, shooting over the crowd in twisting, spiraling white, gold, and every shade of pink and blue imaginable as he sings his final note. Some of it is decorated with little prints of Christmas trees or reindeer antlers or gingerbread men for the holidays, even though the colors stay true to his tour theme.

Along with the confetti, the scent of cotton candy, vanilla, and all types of sugary, powdery sweetness pumps through the vents of the venue, seeming to cast a spell over the crowd. Jimin’s scent. A recreation of it, everyone believes, but they don’t know that Jimin’s scent has never been real. He crafted it himself, disguising his real scent with one that he felt fit his persona, and they’ve never been any the wiser, though there are theories floating around on the Internet.

The end of every show leaves him with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion, the adrenaline keeping him charged up and standing on his feet even when his legs feel like they might give out. In a few minutes, he can crash in the back and relax for a bit before making his way home.

He can’t wait to go home and wrap himself up in Jungkook’s arms again.

“I’m so happy you all came for me tonight!” Jimin says, grinning at the giggles in his crowd of Sugarplums—the chosen fandom name by the fans themselves, handpicked from a lyric of one of his earliest songs. “Hey now, minds out of the gutter. You know damn well I didn’t mean it that way. I’m happy you came here to see me. You dirty, dirty dogs. Be safe on your way home, everyone! I love you! Thank you, thank you!”

Blowing kisses out to the crowd, Jimin backs up along the stage as the cheers become so loud that he can feel it in his bones. He waves at everyone one last time, beaming ear to ear, before the spotlight on him shuts off and he’s cast into darkness. Jimin turns and darts backstage, pushing sweaty hair from his face as he hands his mic off.

“Oh, God, get me out of this outfit,” he sighs, twisting his arms into the strangest, sharpest angles to unzip the back of his bodysuit. “I can feel the sweat pooling in my ass crack.”

There are chuckles as his stylists hurry to help him, and Jimin strips most of the way down right in front of everyone without a care in the world. A loud clap of someone’s hands makes everyone else jump, but Jimin is so used to his manager’s eccentricities that he doesn’t even blink.

“You,” Seokjin says, hands still clasped together, index fingers of both pointing at Jimin, “are a menace. What got into you? The whore-iday spirit? Don’t answer that. I know you’ll say Jungkook.”

“That’s the only thing I’ll let in me anymore,” Jimin says with a wink. He tugs the sleeves of the bodysuit down, letting the material dangle over his shorts before he shrugs on his tour-branded robe of soft pink and baby blue, holding it shut. The sweat on his skin cools rapidly, making him shiver, but the adrenaline keeps him alert, bouncing on his toes, wide-eyed and still smiling. He’s completely keyed up, and he’ll stay that way until he gets back to Jungkook and can work out this energy another way. “How did I do out there? Did I sound okay? My voice cracked a little bit on “Knot Your Average Love Song”, I think.”

“Babe, absolutely no one noticed,” Seokjin says. The other omega holds his hands out to Jimin to help him keep his balance while he kicks off his boots. “Everyone loved you. You could fart into a mic for two hours and people would be writing essays about how talented you are.”

“Honestly, if I’m managing to consistently fart for two hours without having to run to the bathroom, that is a talent,” Jimin says. He slips his shorts off beneath his robe and tugs the bodysuit the rest of the way down, handing them off with a quiet thanks to his stylists. “Okay, let’s get me something warm to wear and get out of here. I’m sure we’re all tired.”

Seokjin hums in agreement, gesturing for Jimin’s winter clothes to be brought to him, then turns around to grab another bottle of water for him. “Agreed. I wanna get home. I’m starving and I need to stuff my face with as much food as I can find.”

“Mm, good idea, but I’m gonna go home and stuff myself with something else,” Jimin says as he pops open the water bottle, waggling his brows at his manager before he tips his head back and starts chugging. He’s thirsty as Hell, but he also has to piss so bad before he heads out. That’s the only downside of long performances like this.

His stylists continue rushing around to pack up his concert outfits, including, of course, his signature short shorts with a sequined red kiss mark on the ass. A kiss mark that he had, specifically, modeled after Jungkook’s lips. That’s his most well-known outfit within the fandom, and he always has some variation of it in every concert.

Originally, Jimin wanted it to be a bite mark in the shape of Jungkook’s teeth, but his team asked him to reel it in just a bit. Each year, he gets them to embrace his unhinged ideas more and more, and it won’t be long before he can get away with anything. Next Christmas will be the bodysuit without the shorts.

“Drink something hot when you get home. Do your vocal warm-down on your way out of here, got it?” Seokjin says as he drags Jimin along with him, helping him gather his things and handing over Jimin’s favorite lip balm, made specially for him by Jungkook’s dads. “And cover your face so you’re not breathing in all that dry winter air.”

“Yessir-ee,” Jimin chirps as he goes, bowing to his team and thanking each of them. He always feels bad leaving while they still work, but he takes solace in the fact that he has a damn good crew. Everyone helps everyone and no one gets left behind. They’re more like family than colleagues at this point, and there’s a mourning period whenever someone has to leave the team.

Cheers and screams erupt as soon as Jimin steps outside—after he makes a run to the bathroom, of course—fans waiting as close as they can get to see him as he leaves. Jimin tugs his coat tighter and wraps a scarf around his face before waving at everyone with both hands. One member of his security team hands him a pair of gloves, helping him pull them on quickly so he can keep waving and blowing kisses.

It always makes Jimin happy to see the smiling faces of his fans after a show. The way they light up when they see him, the adrenaline and joy left over from the show still radiating through the crowd, warms his heart and melts away the cold winter air.

“Don’t stay out too long!” Jimin calls to them as his team opens the car door for him. He steps into the car and lifts himself up to peek over the roof at his fans. “It’s cold out! Drink lots of hot tea!”

He can’t make out much of what they say, everyone talking over each other as he waves one more time and then ducks inside the SUV. Seokjin has already settled on the other end of the seat, cackling as one fan starts sobbing about Jimin speaking to them.

“Did you see that sign?” Seokjin asks as he leans as far back in his seat as he can, finger pressed to the tinted window so Jimin can see. “‘Give us a hint about your next album’. These people are dying out here without getting at least a peep about your new music.”

Jimin snorts as he buckles up, then sends a text to Jungkook to let him know he’s on his way. “They’ll survive. This is one album I feel like I really can’t spoil.”

And maybe he’s a little afraid to reveal anything about it too soon. He’s afraid that people won’t like it, that it’s too far out of his usual range. His fans like him for the sound and the style he’s fine-tuned over the last few years. Is it too late to change it up a bit?

“Did you just trigger your fight or flight by thinking about the album?” Seokjin asks, and Jimin lolls his head around to blink slowly at his manager. “They’re going to love it. Like I said, microphone, farting, two hours.”

“I know, but it’s just… deeper than I usually go,” Jimin says, his stomach swooping as the car pulls through the gates behind the arena.

“I have jokes,” Seokjin fires back without looking up from whatever text he’s sending, likely to Namjoon, who he met through Jimin and Jungkook a year ago. They’ve been doing well since Jimin last heard. He always knew they’d make a good pair.

“Already made them in my head.” Jimin rubs his hands along his thighs. “I know it’s not like I’m suddenly jumping from pop to death metal, but it’s still nerve-wracking.”

Jimin is campy. He knows he’s campy. He made a conscious choice to sing sappy, raunchy love songs that make people feel good. Sometimes people forget that you don’t have to sing about pain and heartache to be an artist, even though a number of his own favorites sing about things like that.

The thing about Jimin that some people miss but his fans understand deeply is that heartache and pain is why he sings campy love songs and croons about his mate. It’s only occasionally therapeutic to him to sing songs with sadder, heavier themes. But he prefers to pull from those darker parts of his life and write a silly little song about how he got through it and how he’s better off now. Reminders that it will always get better, and someday you’ll be able to smile and dance and sing despite the ache too.

There’s value in that, he thinks, to be reminded not to take life too seriously. To find joy in the little things. To be the chaos instead of letting the chaos consume you. The world scares him sometimes, so he plucks up the things that bring him joy and sings about that.

He admires the people who dig into that shadow self inside them and write about that, but if he does that too much, he loses himself in the dread too easily.

Pleasure Principle will be the closest he ever gets to touching on those darker sides of himself—his doubts, his fears, his maladaptive ways of dealing with those things over the years. He sought pleasure to avoid the pain, desperate for something to make him feel good when he thought he was nothing but a failure, striving for perfection and never able to achieve it.

Id, ego, superego. The whole Freudian shebang. There is a clear pipeline from being a self-proclaimed slut to being interested in sexual psychology, but Jimin isn’t sure that it will appeal to his fans the way it appeals to him. Does anyone actually care about his innermost thoughts?

At least he has an EP to lead up to it, giving people a taste of the sound and style he’s going for on his next album, but with the familiarity of his typical, raunchy, playful lyrics.

“Deep breaths,” Seokjin says as he reaches over to squeeze Jimin’s hand. “They’re going to love it and love you. And anyone who doesn’t… Well, remember what Hoseok always says about his music. It isn’t meant for them if they cannot or refuse to understand it.”

Jimin shoots a little smile at him before he looks out the window, glancing at his own reflection for a moment. He looks dead tired, and yet wide awake at the same time. He won’t be able to relax and let the exhaustion sink into him until he has his alpha’s scent on him, collapsing into Jungkook’s arms and cuddling beneath the sheets.

He glances down at his phone as it lights up with a message: See you soon, my love. Can’t wait to hear about the show tonight. 🥰💕

And just like that, all of his momentary anxiety vanishes.

Jimin’s first EP, Heat Wave, was released 8 years ago when he was signed to Primal Records.

It features songs about sex, sensuality, situationships, and the playful chaos he was constantly involved in at the time.

Made to be a summer anthem for omegas just like him, all seeking a little freedom from societal expectations.

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If Jungkook doesn’t greet him at the door, that means he’s still buried deep inside of a work project. Which, in turn, means that Jimin will have to scoot into the office to remind Jungkook that he should be buried deep inside Jimin instead.

He drops his bag by the door and slips off his shoes, happy to free himself of his winter clothes and wiggle his toes in the carpet. Jimin loves everything about his job and loves performing, but nothing beats the comfort of coming home to hide away in fluffy pillows and warm blankets. It makes him shiver with excitement before he bolts across their condo, right past the winding stairs to make his way into Jungkook’s office.

Just as he expected, Jungkook sits in his office chair, one foot propped up on it, knee pulled nearly to his chest so he can drape his arm across it. He rests his chin on his arm, swiveling the chair slightly as he types something with his free hand. His head pops up suddenly as though sensing Jimin, and then he twists around in his chair with a huge grin on his face.

He’s so fucking cute sometimes that Jimin has to stop himself from burying his face into Jungkook’s chest and screaming. The big eyes and even bigger glasses framing them, his hair now at the perfect length to tuck behind his ears, all make Jimin feel like he might burst with love.

Salt and Pepper, their cats, sit in a perfect spiral of black and white on the couch in Jungkook’s office, the same place they always sleep to keep him company when he works from home. He and Jimin had gotten them both from a shelter a year ago, realizing that Jungkook needed the company due to his job keeping him at home half of the time. Jungkook is an introvert for the most part, but at heart he craves having someone or something close. That’s why he and Jimin work so well together.

“I’m back,” Jimin singsongs as he tiptoes over to the cats, scratching them both behind the ears as Jungkook spins his chair around to watch him. He strokes Salt’s black fur, then Pepper’s white ears. He and Jungkook had laughed until they couldn’t breathe when they decided to name the black cat Salt and the white cat Pepper, confounding everyone who asks now.

Jimin rolls his aching feet against the floor, then pops his back as the cats seem to mimic him, stretching across the couch. He makes his way over to Jungkook with a grin, shimmying his shoulders and extending his fingers toward his mate.

“Are you still working? It’s past midnight, babe,” Jimin coos, plopping into Jungkook’s lap, who moves the adjustable arm of the chair back so Jimin’s legs can drape comfortably over the side. “You promised you wouldn’t overwork yourself.”

“I’m not, I promise,” Jungkook says as he swings the chair back and forth and puckers his lips, fingers dancing along Jimin’s thigh. A grin splits across Jungkook’s face as Jimin leans in and pecks him, unable to resist, despite how badly he wants to scold him for working so late. “Just finishing up a chart on adverse events and potential safety concerns in order to figure out precautions to take with future trials.”

Jimin’s brows rise higher and higher on his forehead as he leans close to the computer screen, arms looped around Jungkook’s neck. “Am I legally allowed to look at any of this?”

“Probably not. Does that matter when you can’t understand any of it?” Jungkook asks as he plays with Jimin’s hair and tucks it behind his ear. “No offense.”

“Oh, please, no one in this household is delusional enough to pretend I understand any of what you do.” Jimin hitches himself further into Jungkook’s lap, the computer now long-forgotten as he stares back in his alpha’s eyes. He can feel himself smiling without meaning to, teeth catching his bottom lip. “Still think it’s hot when you do it, though.”

And Jimin means every word of it. He may not understand Jungkook’s job or be able to make sense of the data and the analyzing and the mining, but the fact that Jungkook can do that has always been attractive to him. Especially when Jungkook works in such an interesting field.

For the past two years, he’s worked as a data analyst for a contract research organization that has, in Jimin’s humble opinion, the best name they could have ever come up with: OMEGA. The Organization for Medical Exploration and Genetic Advancement. He landed the job out of pure luck, according to Jungkook himself, walking straight out of university and into his career.

That part is lucky, to a degree, Jimin thinks, but the rest of it is all Jungkook. Sometimes it drives Jimin crazy how his beloved husband can be a bit too humble, ignoring the fact that he was one of the top students in his class and had scores that floored his professors. He’s a genius, and he genuinely doesn’t seem to realize it.

Jungkook’s grin widens again, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Mm, you wanna hear me talk about making a predictive model to identify risk factors? Does it turn you on to learn about hazard ratios?” he asks, his hand cupping Jimin’s hip, thumb rubbing light circles over the bone. “How about I tell you about the subgroup analysis I did yesterday? Or I can teach you what a random forest model is as we settle into bed.”

“Ooh, I love when you talk to me like that,” Jimin says, drawing his voice out like a moan as he tilts his head back. When he throws himself forward again, he lightly knocks his forehead against Jungkook’s and brushes their noses together. He could stay like this all night if not for his stomach rumbling. Even then, he shakes his head when he feels Jungkook start to move, trying to shoo Jimin off for dinner.

“How was the show?” Jungkook asks as he slips his hand beneath Jimin’s thigh and begins to urge him off his lap. As much as Jimin doesn’t want to, his stomach roars. Plus, he hasn’t had the tea he promised Seokjin he would drink, and it won’t be long before he and Jungkook find their way into bed together.

No one will be bothering with any tea once they get naked.

“It was good,” Jimin says, reluctantly getting to his feet. The cats have settled back into their spot on the couch, napping a bit more so they can inevitably run around all night and be as loud as possible. “Everyone was really excited for the holiday songs and to finally see me dressed as slutty Santa. Jealous?”

Jungkook glances back at Jimin with a snort, then tugs him forward by his hand to make Jimin walk in front of him. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and walks him toward the kitchen, his chin hooked over Jimin’s shoulder.

“Of what? They should be jealous of me,” Jungkook says before he points Jimin in the direction of the stove. “I get to see you in way sluttier outfits.”

It’s almost impossible not to laugh. Jungkook is right, but he has no idea what Jimin has planned for him tonight.

With a gentle push forward, Jungkook pats Jimin’s ass, and adds, “Eat up. I made a late dinner so it would still be warm once you got home.”

Jimin spins around instead, grabbing Jungkook from behind as he starts to make Jimin’s nightly tea for him. With his face buried in Jungkook’s back, Jimin reaches around to squeeze the alpha’s chest, practically giddy. For someone who was convinced five years ago that he would never find the perfect love, Jimin somehow found the best one a person could ask for. Some kind of angel was watching over them when it brought Jimin and Jungkook together.

“I love you. Have I told you that yet? I love you,” Jimin singsongs the last few words, swaying back and forth as he kisses along the back of Jungkook’s neck. He pushes onto his tiptoes and peeks over the alpha’s shoulder to grin as Jungkook shivers. He’s always been extra reactive, ticklish and easily stimulated. And Jimin loves toying with him because of it. “Best alpha ever.”

With one more kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, Jimin scurries off to dish up his food, only to find out that Jungkook already had it plated and sitting in the microwave for him in case it needed a little extra heat. Jimin scarfs it down in no time, then accepts his tea from Jungkook with a thank you as the alpha leans on the counter beside him, his arm around Jimin’s waist.

Jungkook hums as he leans in and sniffs Jimin’s hair, his hand tightening on Jimin’s side. Even though Jimin cleaned up a bit after the show, he knows he still smells distinctly of cotton candy and that Jungkook misses his natural scent. He always does. Jungkook doesn’t mind the fake pheromones that Jimin uses for his public appearances, but sometimes it does make his alpha bristle, unable to smell Jimin properly.

“Don’t worry, I’m about to scrub everything off,” Jimin says as he pushes onto his toes again to peck Jungkook on the lips, then brush their noses together playfully. “You’ll have your omega back soon.”

Jungkook murmurs something into Jimin’s hair that sounds like “good” but it’s too muffled to tell. It makes Jimin shiver, the way Jungkook grips him and keeps pressing in closer and closer, trying to catch a hint of the true black cherry and mulled wine scent of his mate. It’s always a welcome reminder that Jungkook craves him just as much as Jimin starves for Jungkook whenever they’re apart all day.

“You only have yourself to blame for this, you know,” Jimin teases, nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck to breathe in his scent too. The deep, decadent aroma of dark chocolate with a dose of freshly brewed coffee. Sometimes Jimin swears it wakes him up better than a real cup of coffee.

“Mm-hm, well, I’m also partially responsible for the Restoromone, so you better put it to good use too,” Jungkook says, squeezing his eyes shut as Jimin pushes deeper and deeper beneath his jaw, tickling Jungkook’s neck with his breath until he feels his husband shiver just as he had. It will never not be funny to Jimin how obsessed they are with each other.

And people wonder why Jimin never hesitates to mention Jungkook whenever and wherever he can. How could he not? This man is precious. A treasure that deserves to be cherished.

“Just give me another minute of you.” Jimin hums as he inhales deeply again. He can’t help himself when he gets home after a long day, inundated with other pheromones and the smell of sweat and hot stage lights and the synthetic materials of his costumes.

And his own fake scent, of course. It feels strange to smell his scent but not his own scent at the same time. Jungkook had helped him develop the fake pheromones that Jimin covers his real scent with, using his knowledge from his work at OMEGA. He also got Jimin the latest approved version of Restoromone—or “restore-a-moan” as Jimin likes to call it—to make sure he can wash off the fake stuff and restore and enhance his actual pheromones with no negative effects on them. It’s kept Jimin’s natural scent in top condition, still intoxicating to his mate once he’s had his nightly shower.

“Shower with me?” Jimin asks, arms winding around Jungkook’s waist as the alpha turns to face him. He begins waddling backward, pulling Jungkook with him toward the bathroom. “Or do you wanna finish your chart first? You big, handsome nerd, you.”

“I already showered today.” Jungkook runs his hands along Jimin’s arms, down to grab his hands and lace their fingers together. “But if you really want me to shower with you… you know it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve abandoned work for you. Namjoon doesn’t need this done until tomorrow afternoon.”

Jimin giggles into another kiss, tasting Jungkook’s laughter on his tongue as well, lips parted to breathe the alpha into himself. “Go finish up your work, then. But when you’re done drilling holes in your data mine, can you drill me instead?”

“I’m not mining data tonight, baby. Do you see a pickaxe anywhere on me?” Jungkook asks as he steps back and raises his hands, turning in a circle for Jimin to observe him. Jimin chuckles at their little joke—one that they’ve shared since the first time Jungkook tried to explain data mining to him—but he gets distracted when he observes Jungkook.

He must have had video meetings today or something, otherwise he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a button-up at home. But Jimin appreciates the few occasions in which he gets to come home and see Jungkook in his office clothes, shirt tucked in to show off the taper of his waist, a few of the top buttons undone throughout the day for comfort.

Jimin’s tongue runs along his lips as he shrugs. “Whatever. You still need to drill me.”

The prettiest of smiles curls along Jungkook’s lips as he takes a few steps back toward his office. “I’ll see what I can do,” he says with a wink, tongue curling against the back of his teeth. Jungkook chortles proudly at himself as he swings around on one heel to walk away, and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You tease,” he calls after the alpha, hands on his hips, but he doesn’t waste any more time playing around. He doesn’t actually mind showering alone. He’ll be a lot quicker this way, and when Jungkook is with him there’s a 90 percent chance they’ll end up fucking in the shower.

And Jimin has plans for Jungkook tonight. He doesn’t want to get too worn out before they even reach their bedroom.

Cotton Candy Cravings was Jimin’s second EP, released while still under Primal Records. It

features songs of similar meaning as his first EP but with a more refined sound as he fine-tuned his personal style.

This EP also gave his fandom their name, Sugarplums, picked by the fans themselves from lyrics in his track “That Guy”.

It also regularly made reference, seemingly, to a relationship he was in at the time, though it was never made public.

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Jimin can hear Jungkook moving around in their bedroom from the en suite. He grins to himself, knowing how unaware Jungkook is right now, casually getting ready for bed and expecting a typical night with Jimin.

Well, “typical” after a show still includes Jimin jumping Jungkook as soon as he can, but he has plans tonight. They often like to spice it up, so Jimin pulls his robe on over the silky red material that clings to his skin in order to not spoil the surprise right away. If he knows Jungkook at all, he’ll want a moment to breathe in Jimin’s true scent before they slip into a version of themselves that can’t slow down enough for moments like that.

He looks at himself in the mirror one last time, robe held open, eyes dragging over his own body. How many times has Jimin joked with Jungkook that he’ll dress up like this for the holidays, wrapped up like a personal gift for Jungkook? And yet he hasn’t actually done it. He’s worn lingerie before, but not this.

Some people might find it cheesy. They might hate it. But it makes Jimin laugh and feel good at the same time, and he knows Jungkook will see the humor in it too. That’s one of the many things Jimin loves about his husband.

Jungkook will be able to laugh at Jimin’s ridiculousness and appreciate how good his body looks in red lingerie, bows tied at Jimin’s hips as he waits to be unwrapped, and black stockings that reach his thighs. Quite literally the sluttiest version of a Santa outfit that Jimin could come up with.

He tried to find something with white fur, but then he thought better of it when he imagined the fuzzy white fibers peeling off and getting stuck to their skin by sweat and slick. They tend to get a bit messy when they’re fucking. To make up for it, Jimin did add a few pieces of shiny, white jewelry—dangly earrings and a layered necklace—to make himself sparkle like snowflakes.

This is the real whore-iday spirit that Seokjin mentioned.

He even prepped himself in the shower so he can focus all his attention on Jungkook.

Jimin wraps his robe tightly around himself and ties it shut before he slips out of the bathroom. Jungkook will be able to see the stockings peeking out from beneath, but that’s fine. He still won’t have the whole surprise spoiled.

As soon as the door opens, Jungkook glances back at Jimin with a smile, his eyes immediately darting down to look at Jimin’s legs. He fucking loves Jimin’s legs. Jungkook could spend hours worshiping them, tracing every muscle, just like Jimin does with Jungkook’s chest. They each have their things that they’re obsessed with about each other.

They’re obsessed with everything. But then there are those things.

It’s been five years since they started seeing each other. By now, they’re more than comfortable with playfully “objectifying” parts of each other as jokes without feeling hurt by it. They know it’s meant to be a joking way to express a very real feeling that goes far beyond skin deep.

Jimin could spend all day doing nothing but squeezing Jungkook’s chest, and Jungkook would never doubt that he also appreciates Jungkook’s humor, his kindness, his intelligence, how attentive he is, how he can always find the positive side of things even when Jimin can’t see the end of the many long, dark tunnels he has gotten lost in throughout life.

“Do I dare ask?” Jungkook asks, tongue popping out to wet his lips, his grin growing a little wicked. He’s so reserved around other people that no one would ever expect he’s as much of a freak as Jimin. But here he is, setting aside their throw pillows to make room on the bed because he knows what’s next, his shirt already gone and a pair of sweatpants on that will be easy to remove.

“You better not,” Jimin says, then turns partially to shake his ass at Jungkook. “Not if you want this.”

And that’s the one and only lie he’ll ever tell his husband, because they know it could never be true. Especially not on a concert night. Jimin is never going to turn down an opportunity for sex.

“Come here,” Jungkook says as he beckons Jimin over, tossing the last throw pillow onto the chair near their bed. He holds his arms out, and Jimin falls into them, smiling to himself when Jungkook dives right into the crook of his neck. He nuzzles against Jimin’s throat and breathes in, then holds his breath to let the scent of black cherry and mulled wine settle into him. Jimin’s jewelry jingles where Jungkook bumps his nose against it, the collar of his robe pushed aside to give the alpha better access.

It overjoys Jimin, the way Jungkook still needs him so badly after all these years together, how distraught his alpha actually is solely because he can’t have his omega’s scent at all times. The fact that only they can provide this for each other, that wrapping his arms around Jungkook and tipping his head back brings his mate such peace, makes Jimin feel so revered and so, so secure.

His fingers dig lightly into Jungkook’s bare back, his toes curling against the plush carpet beneath them, tickling him through the thin material of his stockings. Jimin hums to get Jungkook’s attention, sucking in a sharp breath when he feels a light nip on the faded scar of their mating mark.

“My turn,” Jimin gasps out, turning his head to bury it into Jungkook’s neck. He parts his lips, lets his breath warm and dampen Jungkook’s skin before he runs his tongue along his scent gland. Jimin lets his scent seep into his alpha’s skin until he hears a contented sigh leave Jungkook, and then Jimin kisses his mating mark too. “Better now? Now that you can smell your omega again?”

He leans back, hands running up Jungkook’s chest, up to cup his face and toy with his glasses, curling into long locks of hair. Jimin smiles as Jungkook’s eyes get that glossy look they only get with him. Sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve someone who looks at him with the same love that he feels for them.

“Let your omega take care of you tonight. Okay?” Jimin pushes onto his toes, eyes falling shut, their lips brushing together but not quite in a kiss. He lets go when he feels Jungkook nod, his grin returning when he notices the way Jungkook watches his hands. He follows every movement like a hawk as Jimin undoes the belt of his robe. “You were right. It’s the fans who should be jealous, huh?”

“Always is,” Jungkook says as he drops onto the edge of the bed, that silly, crooked grin he always gets gracing his face as he laughs. It makes Jimin’s heart flip. “They don’t get a bunch of songs written about their knots, do they?”

And he’s right. If there’s one thing Jimin will always do with his love for Jungkook, it’s that he will always make it everyone else’s problem. No one gets to be a fan or friend of his without hearing about Jungkook all day, every day.

Jimin shakes his head, then shimmies the robe off, letting it slide down slowly before he tosses it aside. Jungkook’s eyes drag over the length of his body, throat bobbing. He’s trying to keep his cool, but Jimin can tell he’s already squirming.

“So? How about this for my next holiday concert?” Jimin says, then laughs at himself as he turns in a circle to let Jungkook see him from every angle. It’s not hard to catch Jungkook staring at the garters along his thighs, attaching the lacy, red bottoms to his stockings.

The design fits high-waisted and tight around his middle, the lower half of the underwear made to let his cock hang free and unconcealed by the material. The top is merely a wide strip of red lace beneath his pecs, a strap connecting it to a lacy red collar to prevent it from sliding down. Black ribbons weave across his upper back to secure the material in place, matching the ribbons that crisscross his ass and lower back as well.

He’s pretty proud of his choices with this one. Proud of Jungkook’s speechlessness.

“Cat got your tongue?” Jimin asks, brushing his hair back with one hand as he cocks his head to the side. He steps forward to close the distance between himself and Jungkook, swelling with pride at the way Jungkook can’t wait to reach out and snatch him around his waist. Big, warm hands engulf him, and Jimin hums in satisfaction. He struck gold the day he met Jungkook. No one else can make him feel so good with a single touch. “So if I’m Santa, what does that make you?”

“Santa’s secret lover?” Jungkook suggests as he pulls Jimin close to stand between his legs, his lips latching onto Jimin’s bare stomach to suck a mark there. He peers up at Jimin with that boyish, playful grin again. “Mrs. Claus knows as well as the rest of us that ol’ Saint Nicholas has more than just one beard.”

Jimin bursts into laughter before he can resist, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s head to hug it to his stomach, Jungkook’s glasses pushed askew.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says before tipping Jungkook’s head up to look at him. He carefully slides Jungkook’s glasses off and leans over to set them on the nightstand. “I was thinking you could be one of the reindeer since you’ll be giving me a ride tonight.”

Jungkook chuckles as Jimin cups his face again, then turns to kiss Jimin’s palm. “Wouldn’t that make me the sleigh? Since that’s technically what Santa is riding?”

“You,” Jimin plants one hand on Jungkook’s chest and shoves him backward, lips curling into an equally mischievous grin, “are such a brat sometimes.”

Scooting back on the bed, Jungkook sprawls out and leans back on his elbows, eyes drifting down Jimin’s body. Jimin crawls over the alpha, knees digging into the mattress on either side of him.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Jungkook murmurs just as Jimin catches him in a kiss and muffles his words.

Jimin flattens his hands across Jungkook’s chest again and pushes once more, knocking Jungkook onto his back until he’s splayed out beneath Jimin.

“I wouldn’t,” Jimin spreads his legs a little wider until Jungkook fits comfortably between them, “but you messed up my punch line.”

“Oh, forgive me. Go on,” Jungkook teases, fingers dancing along Jimin’s thighs, slipping under the garters.

“I was aiming to make a joke about getting a whip or a riding crop if you were a reindeer.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully, face scrunched slightly. He keeps trailing along Jimin’s legs, exploring wherever he wishes. He knows it won’t be long before Jimin stops him, before he’s not allowed to touch except when Jimin tells him.

“That feels a bit like animal cruelty—”

Whatever else he says is unintelligible once Jimin shoves his hand against Jungkook’s mouth, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling. Jimin tries not to laugh, forcing the corners of his lips downward to keep a serious frown on his face.

“I swear, Jungkook, if you ruin the mood right now, I’ll gag you this time,” he says, barely able to keep himself from bursting into a fit of giggles. Sometimes it takes a little time to get into the flow with things like this, the two of them a bit too silly together to snap into a mindset that’s totally different from how they usually are.

It only takes a moment for Jimin to get out of his head, though, especially when he feels Jungkook getting hard beneath him. Jimin’s cock twitches in interest, and he’s thankful of his choice to wear something that won’t restrict it if he’s already this excited. Jungkook must be able to smell the slick leaking from him.

Jungkook shakes Jimin’s hand off, arching a brow at him. “Ooh, don’t promise me things like that if you’re not gonna go through with it,” he teases, hips wiggling beneath Jimin and rutting up against him to make Jimin squirm. His fingers begin to toy with the ribbon across Jimin’s ass.

“Hush.” Jimin snatches Jungkook’s wrists and pins them above his head. He leans down, chest to chest with Jungkook, back arched to keep him comfortably fitted alongside the alpha’s body.

Jungkook’s tongue pushes into his cheek, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a wicked smirk. He raises a brow, but he doesn’t speak again, so Jimin pushes himself upright again, hands splayed across Jungkook’s chest now.

“Good boy,” Jimin murmurs as he runs his fingers along the waistband of his lingerie, all the way to the ribbon at the back. “Let’s see. Should I just undo this now and tie you up? Or will you behave for me?”

But Jungkook doesn’t answer. He just smirks and shrugs, lips sealed tight, sticking firmly to Jimin’s order for him to hush. Fucking brat.

“Alright. Fine,” Jimin says as he scoots off of Jungkook, reaching for the nightstand to tug the second drawer open. The ribbon on his lingerie isn’t soft or wide enough to use on Jungkook, but the threat still stands, and Jungkook knows it.

Jimin can hear the sheets rustling as Jungkook moves closer, fingers dancing along Jimin’s waist. Jimin reaches back to playfully swat at his hands, squirming away from the tickle as he tries to grab a silk ribbon and a few other things he might need. He can tell that Jungkook wants to test his patience tonight, be a little rebellious. Not that he isn’t always, but tonight he’s being extra bratty. He’s behaving the way Jimin usually does when Jungkook is the one in charge.

A gasp slips from him as Jungkook yanks him backward, fitting Jimin between his legs again as he kisses at the small of Jimin’s back. His teeth toy with the waistband, then the ribbon, trying to tug it undone before Jimin twists around to swat at him again.

“Guess that answers my question,” Jimin says as he tangles his hand into Jungkook’s hair again. He tugs lightly to stop Jungkook, twisting around to face him. Once again, Jungkook shakes Jimin’s hand off, and then he grabs Jimin around his waist before he can stop him.

Jimin yelps as he’s dragged onto the bed, crashing against Jungkook and losing his grip on his items as he’s pinned down. He tries to scold Jungkook again, but lips silence him, Jungkook’s hips fitting between Jimin’s thighs, spreading him wide and leaving him vulnerable as Jungkook’s hands explore him.

It’s tempting to give in and let Jungkook win tonight. Jimin feels himself moaning before he can stop it, arching off the bed to press against Jungkook’s hand as it palms at his cock. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s cock against his own, hand between his thighs now, pinching at the inside lightly to provoke Jimin further.

If it wasn’t obvious that Jungkook was doing this just to work Jimin up into taking charge, Jimin would roll over and present himself right now. It’s so tempting to bear it all to Jungkook and let him have his way.

No one can kiss like Jungkook does, forcing Jimin’s lips apart, tongue doing things to his mouth that no one should be capable of. His grip on Jimin’s thighs is always just tight enough to hurt without taking away from the pleasure of his lips traveling across Jimin’s body. Jungkook works his way down, heavy breaths panted against Jimin’s skin and leaving a warm trail down his stomach, all the way until Jungkook buries his face between Jimin’s legs.

Jimin slams his fist down on the bed as hands grab his ass, Jungkook’s tongue poking out to lick at Jimin’s cock. His eyes dart up, the corners of his mouth curling wickedly as he swirls his tongue along the tip to lap up some precum.

“God—Goddammit, alph— Jungkook.” Jimin bites his tongue, breaking himself out of that natural instinct to let Jungkook turn him over. Sometimes he wonders if Jungkook realizes how good he is at breaking Jimin down like this, how difficult he makes it for Jimin to flip the control to his own side when every part of him says to give in.

He always has to get a little mean to make that change. If he didn’t know that Jungkook likes that, Jimin might feel bad.

“Jungkook,” Jimin snaps again, grabbing the alpha’s hair and tugging harder this time. A shiver runs down his spine at the way Jungkook gasps from the sharp sting of Jimin’s strength. His eyes look glazed over, lips red and wet and parted and still grinning. He looks completely dazed and drunk off of Jimin’s scent.

He’s already long gone without Jimin even having to try. It must have been a rougher day for him that he’s admitted so far. Jimin takes a mental note to ask him about it once they’re done here, to ask what happened at work to make Jungkook so eager to shut his mind down.

“Roll over. On your back,” Jimin commands. He lets go of Jungkook’s hair to push him back by his chest again, his other hand planted behind himself to press forward. Jungkook hovers over him on all fours, darting in for another kiss, like he needs to taste Jimin again.

Jimin lets him have that. He lets himself have it too, his heart pounding, hand sliding around to cup Jungkook’s nape. Every kiss from Jungkook makes Jimin feel like he’s never been kissed before, hand twisting the sheets out of place, his legs trying to wrap around Jungkook to get him closer. He feels like he’s 24 again, reliving that first night they spent together when Jimin was frantically trying to experience everything at once. He was obsessed with Jungkook from the moment they first kissed.

And every time Jungkook kisses him like this, it reminds Jimin how much that feeling hasn’t changed.

It takes all his willpower to break the kiss and push Jungkook back, flipping them over to pin Jungkook down again, this time positioned perfectly in the middle of the mattress. Jimin takes a moment to catch his breath, runs his tongue along his lips to taste Jungkook one more time.

“Babe,” Jimin says, surprised by how raspy and breathless he sounds. He matches Jungkook’s crooked smirk, the alpha’s hazy eyes drifting over Jimin’s body again. Jimin leans down with his hands on Jungkook’s chest, fingers trailing down—down to his stomach, down to the waistband of his sweatpants, down until he braces on Jungkook’s hips and meets him in a near kiss. “Stop pretending like you’re in charge tonight. We both know you’re only doing this to act like you’re not desperate to get your cock wet.”

He slips one hand beneath Jungkook’s pants, pleased to find he didn’t bother keeping any underwear on before coming in here. Jimin tilts his head playfully, a little giggle slipping past his lips.

“See? You came in here all ready for your omega to use you as he pleases, didn’t you?” Jimin asks as he gives Jungkook a tiny kiss for finally behaving. He can feel Jungkook’s cock twitch beneath his hand. “Knew it. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He squeezes around the base of Jungkook’s cock, right where his knot will form later. “Hoping I’d be eager enough to just hop right on without making you earn it.”

Jimin chuckles against Jungkook’s lips when he feels a sharp intake of breath from the alpha. He slips the fingers of his other hand between Jungkook’s to squeeze his hand, keeping it pinned on the bed. The hand on Jungkook’s cock runs along the length, back up to the tip to trail his fingers through the precum gathering there. He grins as Jungkook’s breaths pick up speed, gasping right into Jimin’s mouth.

“Getting too cocky for your own good,” Jimin says before he rises up on his knees, chuckling when Jungkook tries to follow him for another kiss. Jimin lets go of his hand to push Jungkook back down, lip between his teeth.

His heart stutters with excitement at the sight of Jungkook falling right back onto the pillows, staring up at Jimin like he’s in a total daze, mesmerized. Jimin lifts his hand to his mouth, tongue slipping out to lick Jungkook’s precum from his fingers. He pushes them into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment before he locks gazes with Jungkook one more time, letting a quiet moan escape him.

When he pulls his fingers back out, leaving his lips glossy and wet, Jimin spreads his legs a little wider on either side of Jungkook before speaking. He wants to look as tempting as possible, to provoke Jungkook into daring to break the rules before he even says them.

“Hands above your head, baby. Wrists together,” Jimin says as he reaches for the silk ribbon. He lets it dangle from his fingers, slowly trailing it up to tickle along Jungkook’s stomach until he shivers. Nothing makes Jimin happier than to watch as Jungkook loses himself in the pleasure, his mind shutting off, soothed until he goes quiet and obeys. He trusts Jimin with everything, trusts that whatever Jimin takes for himself, he’ll give back to Jungkook tenfold.

Jungkook lifts his hands up to rest them on the pillows above his head, throat bobbing, eyes closed. Jimin’s chest clenches around his heart as he leans down and kisses one corner of the alpha’s mouth.

“That’s my alpha. Being good for me now,” he murmurs, trailing the silk along Jungkook’s arm until he reaches his wrists and begins carefully winding it around them. Jimin rolls his hips forward and wiggles a bit, teasing Jungkook with almost enough friction against his cock. Jimin gnaws on his own lip at the feeling of it, the size of Jungkook’s cock as it hardens beneath him making his mind run wild with thoughts of how it will feel once it’s inside him.

There’s a dissatisfied groan from the alpha, his wrists straining against the bonds just as they’re secured in place. As soon as Jimin begins pressing kisses along Jungkook’s jaw, lingering on his scent gland, he begins to relax again, allowing Jimin to work Jungkook’s sweatpants off and toss them aside.

“Jimin, baby,” Jungkook sighs, trying to arch off the bed for more before Jimin pushes him down again. “Come on, I—”

Jimin hushes him again as he brushes their lips together, then he reaches for the nightstand again. He can tell by the way Jungkook keeps his eyes closed that he’s trying to lose himself in Jimin’s touch, in the sensations across his body, so Jimin grabs a silky eye mask to match the ribbon.

With a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, gently running the mask along his chest, Jimin whispers, “Lift your head a bit, my pretty alpha.”

Jungkook does as he says immediately, letting Jimin slip the mask over his head and secure it in place. He keeps it resting on Jungkook’s forehead for now, adjusting his hair and tucking it behind Jungkook’s ears to make sure everything is comfortable for him.

“Let me see your eyes one more time before we start,” Jimin murmurs as he kisses Jungkook’s scent gland again. He leans back as the alpha eases his eyes open to stare up at him again, and Jimin shivers at the sight of him.

So calm, so at ease in the palm of Jimin’s hand, allowing him to take the reins entirely and trust in whatever Jimin does. He doesn’t fight it, despite his earlier mischief or how much he enjoys toying with Jimin. He wants this as badly as Jimin. He needs it. Jimin can see the same eagerness in his eyes as Jimin feels, making his stomach swoop with anticipation.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Jimin orders softly, running one finger down the length of Jungkook’s nose. “Tell me how you want me. Maybe I’ll give it to you if you keep being so good.”

Jimin reaches for the nightstand, straddling Jungkook as he reaches for a lighter and flicks it on, lighting up the candle they keep beside their bed just for this. Just as Jimin told him to, Jungkook keeps his eyes on him, only letting them flick away briefly to look at the candle flame. His scent spikes with arousal and excitement, the deep, warm aroma of dark chocolate overpowering everything else. Jimin’s skin sparks with little tingles everywhere.

“You’re not using your words, babe,” Jimin says as he pulls the candle within reach, right to the corner of the nightstand. He scoots forward a bit, sitting on Jungkook’s stomach as he pulls the mask into place to cover the alpha’s eyes. It’s a shame to cover such a pretty view, but it’s so much more exciting for them both like this.

Jungkook has no idea what to expect or when to expect it, and Jimin can see how rapidly his heart beats inside his chest.

“Tell me now or you don’t get anything,” Jimin says as Jungkook’s hands clench into fists, the muscles in his arms pulling taut. Jimin reaches back to stroke his fingers along the alpha’s cock, Jungkook’s lip pulled between his teeth. “You’re so hard for me already, baby. Are you that desperate to be inside me?”

Jungkook starts to nod, teeth releasing his lip as he sucks in a sharp breath. He tries to press up against Jimin’s hand, but the weight of Jimin atop him keeps him in place.

“Say it and you can have it, lover boy,” Jimin says as he reaches for a toy he had left on the bed—a little vibrator in a semi-flat, egg-like shape, textured on one side with a strap on the other to slip his fingers through, making it easy to hold. He slides it onto two fingers and reaches back again, trying not to giggle at the fact that Jungkook has no idea what’s coming. “Tell me now.”

But as soon as Jungkook starts to speak, Jimin reaches behind himself and presses the toy against the base of the alpha’s cock and turns it on.

Jimin chuckles as Jungkook’s teeth grit, hips trying to buck up for more, pressing against the toy as best he can even as Jimin keeps him pinned in place. Biting down on his lip to keep from giggling too proudly, Jimin watches as Jungkook’s face twists with pleasure, back arching away from the bed, trying to twist around to break free from where Jimin has him. His fingers twitch and then flex outward, sharp gasps raking down his throat.

It makes Jimin’s head spin as he watches Jungkook fall apart beneath him, head snapping back against the pillows. Jimin trails the vibrator up one side of Jungkook’s cock, rolling it over the tip a few times until it has Jungkook practically convulsing with pleasure. Jimin’s heart skips, an excited little laugh escaping him before he reaches forward to let his fingers dance across Jungkook’s chest, featherlight, tickling along his skin until he hears the most beautiful moan from Jungkook.

Jimin tips his head back, lips parted as he tries to steady his breath, toes curling, knees aching. He wants so badly to touch himself, to ease the ache in his body, his cock twitching between his legs, but he keeps his hands on Jungkook for now. The longer he goes on, the better it will feel when he does finally get off.

His thumb circles Jungkook’s nipple before lightly pinching it, the alpha’s mouth dropping open in another long moan. He thrashes to one side, not pulling away from Jimin but leaning into the sting as Jimin’s fingers squeeze one more time. Jimin swallows down the urge to speak, afraid of how weak his voice will be, and focuses on running the vibrator along the other side of Jungkook’s cock.

He feels like he might explode, watching the alpha beneath him twist and writhe for more, crying out in pleasure with every touch from Jimin. His hips twitch like he might come at any second, only to be pulled back from the edge when Jimin stops touching him, thighs taut beneath Jimin as he tries to seek out more.

Jimin feels like he might explode, hand sliding away from Jungkook’s chest to touch himself, unable to resist anymore. He can smell his own scent getting sweeter, cherry notes overtaking everything else, slick soaking the lace of his underwear, tickling slightly as it drips between his cheeks and along his perineum.

An idea sparks in his mind and he twists around as he slips the vibrator off his fingers, lengthening the strap until it’s wide enough to fit around Jungkook’s cock. He can hear the alpha taking the chance to catch his breath, and then Jimin situates the strap around him and settles it at the base of Jungkook’s length, the vibrations a constant source of stimulation now.

Jimin whips around to watch him again, one hand palming at his own cock as the other toys with Jungkook’s nipple. He twists it slightly, biting his lip as Jungkook’s moans turn raspy, frantic, heels dug deep into the bed to fuck upward into the air as if that will add to the sensation around his cock. He breathes so heavily, so quickly, that if Jimin didn’t know him well, he might worry.

But he knows all of Jungkook’s reactions, all his little tells. He’s okay. Just overwhelmed in the way he likes to be.

Jimin almost feels like he could come untouched, and it’s tempting to try because all he wants is to touch Jungkook right now. He wants his hands all over him, wants to feel every inch of his chest as it heaves with each breath, wants to feel the way the muscles in his body twitch every time Jimin gives him a little pinch. It’s not enough to use just one hand, so he dives down and wraps his lips around Jungkook’s nipples one at a time, laving over each after pinching and twisting until they’re red and puffy.

He could spend all night obsessing over Jungkook’s body like this, worshiping him, tasting him. Jimin slides his hand up Jungkook’s chest, up to his throat as he leans down. Jimin lets his weight keep Jungkook pinned, hand squeezing on either side of his throat, lips brushing together to trade the air between them and make it even more heated, more heady.

“You can come for me soon, baby. You can come and then I’ll get you hard for me again, but not until I say so,” Jimin murmurs to him, a smile curling his lips as another low moan pours from Jungkook’s mouth to his. A shiver wracks Jimin’s body, hand slipping between them to stroke himself in time with the way Jungkook tries to rut up against him. Jimin releases his grip on Jungkook’s throat and watches as his chest expands, sucking in as much air as he can get. “Normally I’d make you wait longer, but you look so pretty for me tonight.”

Jimin holds himself up enough to stare down at Jungkook through drowsy eyes, lust clouding his thoughts. He wants to stay here and watch him forever.

“Wanna watch you come. Wanna see how easily you get hard for me again,” Jimin continues. “Don’t even have to try with you. You’re always so ready for me to tie you up and use you to get off, aren’t you? You love that nothing gets me off like your big cock, right?”

Jimin chuckles as Jungkook’s moan trails off, partially a hum as he presses his lips together to muffle it. Head shaking, Jimin tuts and presses his fingers to Jungkook’s lips, then pries them open and pushes two digits into his mouth.

“Don’t hide that pretty voice from me. You know I love hearing how you feel when you’re trying so hard not to come,” he whispers, brushing their noses together. Jimin squeezes hard around his cock to stop himself from coming too. He prefers to come with Jungkook, but watching the way Jungkook so willingly takes his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them, a little spit gathering at the corners of his mouth. “Say my name when you come for me, baby.”

There’s no hesitation before Jimin hears a murmur of his name, gasped out between moans. Jimin lets his head fall forward, forehead to forehead with Jungkook as the alpha cries out again, tense as he nearly comes, trying to hold himself back until Jimin says he can.

Jimin squeezes lightly around Jungkook’s throat again, listening to his shallow breaths and feeling him gulp. It makes Jimin moan too, lips meeting Jungkook’s in a messy kiss, tongue pressing into the alpha’s mouth. He strokes his own cock slowly at first, then faster, faster as he lets go of Jungkook and kisses him properly.

Resting his hand on Jungkook’s chest and staying close to him, letting him feel the movement of Jungkook’s lips, Jimin murmurs to him, “You can come now. Come with me, baby. Just say my name or you don’t get to come.”

“Baby— Jimin. Jimin, baby, I’m— Fuck— I’m so—”

“I know,” Jimin says with a fond little chuckle, his hand coming up to grip beneath Jungkook’s jaw, tugging him into a quick kiss. “I know. You wanna come for me so bad. You’ve been so good. Come with me, baby, I’m—”

Jimin cuts himself off with a moan, gasping into Jungkook’s mouth as he tries to hold it back, not wanting to drown out the mantra of his name pouring from Jungkook now. He runs his thumb along Jungkook’s bottom lip, his stomach tightening, breath quickening. The sound of his name over and over and over in that raspy, desperate tone from Jungkook has Jimin tipping over the edge in seconds.

He bites down on his lip to stop himself from crying out, only small whimpers escaping and mixing beautifully with the sounds of Jungkook’s shaky moans.

“Jimin, Jimin, fuck, Jimin, I—” A strangled sound escapes Jungkook before he lets out a loud, deep groan, drifting into a sigh of relief as he comes. His hips snap hard enough to jostle Jimin, cock twitching as he sprays white ropes across Jimin’s ass. Jimin can feel the warmth of it, some of it shooting far enough up to hit his back as Jimin comes across Jungkook’s stomach.

He almost wishes he had a better view in the mirror across the room just to see them both painted so prettily like this. Jimin leans down to kiss Jungkook through his orgasm, humming into the kiss as moans keep slipping from Jungkook and buzzing through Jimin’s whole body. He’s far from through with Jungkook tonight, but it makes him feel good to sense the calm in Jungkook, despite how he still writhes and squirms, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Jimin lets go and twists around to turn off the vibrator, removing it from around Jungkook’s cock. It’s tempting to keep it on him and keep him as overstimulated as possible. They both love to push their limits.

But that’s not what Jimin has planned tonight. Too much all at once breaks their focus, and he wants Jungkook fixated on him for the night. He doesn’t want him so far gone that he can barely think. Not this time.

“Catch your breath, precious. I’m not done with you. I haven’t had all my fun yet,” Jimin says. He nearly laughs at the sound of his own voice. He sounds like he’s the one who’s been tied up and blindfolded, shaky with excited need. “There’s so much I wanna do with a pretty alpha like you. Feels like I never have time to use that knot up in all the ways I want to. ”

He chuckles when he feels Jungkook’s mouth twist into a smile against his own. The alpha shifts beneath him, his leg working between Jimin’s to press against him and feel how wet he’s gotten.

“Feels like you need it more than I do,” Jungkook says, and then he loops his arms behind Jimin’s neck, tugging him into a kiss that steals away the breath Jimin hasn’t even caught yet. “Should I brace myself for a long night?”

Jimin scoffs, nipping at Jungkook’s bottom lip. He should have tied Jungkook to the bed. He never just lets Jimin do as he pleases. For now, Jimin pushes the eye mask up for Jungkook to look at him. Or for Jimin to look at his alpha’s eyes, frankly.

He falls in love with Jungkook all over again whenever he looks into those eyes. And this is why he writes music the way he does. Only Jimin could think about how in love he is with someone while they’re covered in cum and getting ready for another round.

Only Jungkook could make Jimin think like that.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jimin asks as he leans in for a kiss, rolling his eyes when Jungkook dodges it, turning his head this way and that to make Jimin chase him. “You’d love it if I tied you up all night long and did whatever I wanted with you. Everyone thinks I’m the vulgar one, but no one is as big of a slut as you.”

Nothing gets Jungkook back to where Jimin wants him than a few snide remarks coupled with some praise.

“Do you sit at home and just wait for me to come back so you get this pretty hole around your knot?” Jimin asks as he runs his hand down Jungkook’s chest. He can’t wait to have that smooth, flawless skin decorated in red wax to match Jimin’s outfit. Jungkook looks so beautiful no matter what, but something about painting him with various colorful candles is art to Jimin. “Do you jerk off at your computer while fantasizing about what this big, thick knot can do to me? Sitting here wasting such a gorgeous cock when you could use it to fill your omega up instead.”

He walks his fingers down Jungkook’s stomach, his other hand grabbing Jungkook’s wrist to pin his hands back in place. It’s probably been long enough for Jungkook to rest his arms. If it wasn’t, he would fight it again and keep up the power play, and Jimin would let him win so his arms could rest longer. But it’s clear they’re both ready to move on. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s excitement spike up again through their mating bond, his scent deeper and sweeter now.

Jimin wraps his hand around Jungkook’s cock, shivering at the gasp that leaves Jungkook before he rounds his lips and slows his breathing. He must still be sensitive, hyper reactive to the slightest touch.

Perfect.

That’s exactly where Jimin needs him.

He slides the eye mask back over Jungkook’s, trailing his lips along the alpha’s cheekbone to kiss just beneath his ear.

“I think about you while I’m at work too, you know? Think about how good you feel inside me. Think about how your knot fills me up so well,” Jimin murmurs, biting at the lobe of Jungkook’s ear and tugging. He lets out a breathy laugh, earning a shudder from Jungkook before he leans back. “How you’re so big I can feel it in my stomach. Have to think about anything else whenever I sing about you or I’d get hard on stage.”

He quickly undoes the ribbon on both the top and bottom of his lingerie. He had intended to leave it on the whole time, but between coming earlier and the way he’s practically leaking slick all over himself, it’s not as comfortable as he had hoped. Besides, Jungkook can’t see him looking pretty in them, so Jimin leaves himself in just his stockings before wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s cock again.

He runs his thumb along the underside, circling over the tip until he sees the alpha twitch, his lower lip quivering like he might say something but can’t make the words come out. Jimin doesn’t give him the chance, eagerly working his hand over the length of Jungkook’s cock, bewitched by the way it already begins to get hard again, swelling against his palm.

Jimin sucks in a deep breath through his nose, closes his eyes for a moment, and then exhales to calm himself. The anticipation kills him every time, waiting to feel the stretch of Jungkook filling him up, the pressure of the alpha pushing against his walls, so much more satisfying than any other alpha or toy Jimin has ever had.

He’s always liked them big, but even the best toys he could find never satisfied him like Jungkook does.

“Just hold on, babe, I’ve got you,” Jimin promises as he lets go of Jungkook to reach for the candle instead. “Scoot up a bit.”

Jimin’s breath catches in his throat as he watches Jungkook scoot further up on the pillows, the ripple of muscle through his body reminding a stark reminder that Jungkook is right—Jimin is the one who needs it bad tonight.

But Jungkook settles into the pillows so readily, head tipped back, his body at just the right angle that Jimin knows the wax will cascade down his skin perfectly. He not only loves seeing Jungkook like this, he also knows how much it removes Jungkook from the real world, letting his mind focus solely on the anticipation, on the little sting against his skin and the rush of pleasure that has his hairs standing on end right after.

Jimin has been on the receiving end and he knows what it feels like, but nothing compares to being the one who can do this for Jungkook.

He picks up the candle and smiles at the sharp intake of breath through Jungkook’s nose. The alpha knows what’s coming, the scent of dark chocolate mingling with Jimin’s cherry and wine, flooding the air already when he hasn’t even started. It’s only going to become more intoxicating, the candle unscented and mixed with a substance designed specifically to enhance an alpha or omega’s natural pheromones as soon as the wax touches their skin.

With his lip between his teeth, focused on finding the perfect place to start, Jimin gently waves the candle over Jungkook’s body and then tips it just enough to let a drop slip away from it. It lands on Jungkook’s right pec, sliding down just a couple of inches before it hardens too much to go further. There’s a little flinch from Jungkook when it hits, throat bobbing. Jimin wonders if Jungkook knows he’s mimicking him, teeth clamped down on his bottom lip too.

Jimin lets the next drop fall just below the other, then runs his finger alongside it. Goosebumps spring up along Jungkook’s arms, and Jimin feels himself smiling at the sight.

“Feel good?” he asks, earning a speechless nod from Jungkook. With each drip, there’s a small flinch from Jungkook, his whole body tensing up before he quickly relaxes. His lip slips from between his teeth, mouth open slightly like he might say something if he can wrap his mind around it. “Tell me if anything hurts at all.”

But he knows Jungkook won’t. The sting is only brief before it melts into a more subtle, gentle heat. Jimin knows from experience that it doesn’t hurt, especially not after the first few drops, and he can tell as Jungkook sinks deeper and deeper into the pillows that he’s adjusting to the heat, the hairs on his arms no longer on end. The heat of the wax seems to seep throughout his entire body until he’s a puddle beneath Jimin.

“There we go. Right where I want you. So relaxed and ready for me, aren’t you?’ Jimin asks, letting his voice drop to a soft murmur, letting it drip from his lips as gently as the wax falls. “Looking so gorgeous for me. Love when you’re all decorated up like this. When the wax curves just perfectly,” he trails his finger over the swell of Jungkook’s pec, right along another drip of wax as it falls, “to show all the little details that I love so much. Reminds me why you’re the only one who can make me feel the way you do.”

Jimin roams the alpha’s chest with his free hand, sometimes tracing the wax and sometimes just following the planes of his body. He moves back a bit, allowing himself space to begin dripping the wax along Jungkook’s hip, admiring the way it curves around the bone. He moves the candle down to tilt it over Jungkook’s thigh and let a few drops land there in rapid succession. He revels in the soft sounds of pleasure that elicits from his alpha.

The closer he moves the candle to Jungkook, the more heat he’ll feel, giving the wax less time to cool before it hits his skin. Jimin lowers it a little more with each drip, then raises it back up at random, keeping Jungkook on his toes before he lets a particular hot drip land on Jungkook’s leg. It pulls a beautiful gasp of air through the alpha’s teeth, and Jimin shivers, thighs squeezing in on either side of Jungkook.

“God, I adore every inch of you,” Jimin says, and then he lets out a little chuckle and drags one finger up the underside of Jungkook’s cock. “And I don’t just mean these inches.”

He moves the candle to Jungkook’s other leg and lets it drip. The bend of his leg gets the biggest reaction, making Jungkook buck slightly, legs going taut, cock leaking against his stomach.

It makes a thrill shoot down Jimin’s spine, so sudden that he shudders at it. He lets a few more drops land on Jungkook’s leg, tracing it as it slides to his inner thigh, and then Jimin leans down and kisses where the wax had landed. Kisses his way up Jungkook’s leg. Ghosts his breath along the length of his cock, staring up at Jungkook and still holding the candle above him to let it drip randomly across his stomach.

Jimin leans back and tips the candle again, letting a few drops land on his own thighs just above his stockings. He shivers at the sensation, little pinpricks against his skin before it dissipates. The warmth of it spreads to his toes, tickling as it drips down and seems to follow the paths of his veins, sticking to the tops of his stockings.

He can’t wait any longer to have Jungkook, to feel the alpha inside him the way he’s wanted all night. His own cock hangs hard between his legs, aching at the sight of his husband waiting and ready for him, so pliant and so relaxed, not a care in the world except happily accepting whatever Jimin gives him tonight. So Jimin blows out the candle and sets it back in its holder, then lightly taps two fingers on Jungkook’s side.

“Give me your hands,” he says, and Jungkook reaches blindly for him. Jimin catches him by his wrists and brings his hands down to feel one of Jimin’s thighs, letting the tips of his fingers trail over the wax. “Feel that?”

Jungkook nods, lips parted as he takes a few quick breaths. They round into a little O before he exhales, and Jimin chuckles at the way Jungkook’s cock twitches in excitement over what he’s feeling.

“Go ahead and keep touching. You can touch me however you want as I get you inside me, babe,” Jimin murmurs, though he does bring Jungkook’s hands up to kiss the tips of his fingers first before letting him go.

And then he lets Jungkook explore his body, tracing the lines of wax the same way Jimin had traced them on him. He toys with the top of Jimin’s stockings, flattens his hands against the taut muscle of Jimin’s stomach, scrapes short nails across soft skin.

Jimin scoots forward to reposition himself over Jungkook’s cock, one hand reaching back to trace his own hole, still loosened up a bit from when he prepped in the shower. But he knows what it takes to take Jungkook fully, knows it’s a good idea to open himself up more for his alpha.

Besides, this way he gets to enjoy it a bit more as Jungkook feels him up, hands sliding up to his chest. Jimin grabs one of Jungkook’s hands, lacing their fingers together and making Jungkook drag his nails over his nipple.

“Go on. Have your fun, lover boy,” Jimin says as he releases Jungkook’s hand, letting the alpha roam again, letting him touch Jimin however he wants. His fingers play across Jimin’s chest, toying with the jewelry that dangles there, tweaking his nipple the same way Jimin had done to him, making Jimin clench around his own fingers.

He can see a lazy smile dance along Jungkook’s lips before he contains it, biting it down in case Jimin decides to make him stop for having a little too much fun. But by now, Jimin has very little interest in keeping up the act or bothering with any power play. Jimin’s fingers sink deeper inside himself, stretching him wide until he’s ready for Jungkook’s cock, and he can’t fucking care to wait anymore.

They’ve waited all night for this.

Jimin gently pulls his fingers out, his clean hand gripping Jungkook’s wrist again, keeping his hand pressed firmly to his chest. Jimin almost reaches out to let Jungkook lick the slick from his fingers—and it’s obvious that Jungkook catches the scent of it, lips parted and ready for him—but something seems to possess Jimin and he reaches right past those inviting lips.

A little huff of surprise leaves Jungkook when Jimin presses his fingers against the alpha’s scent gland, drawing a wet line of slick across it before he rubs his thumb in circles to work it into Jungkook’s skin. Jimin feels mesmerized by the sight of it, marking his alpha as his own, watching as that alpha leans into the touch and happily accepts such a possessive gesture from his omega.

Jimin’s toes curl again, hole clenching tight. He can’t wait any longer, Jungkook’s hands curling into fists against his chest. Jimin leans forward to pin the alpha’s wrists down again, then wraps his hand around Jungkook’s cock to position it at his hole. His heart pounds with anticipation, skin buzzing with urgency.

That first bit of pressure steals Jimin’s breath away, one hand braced on Jungkook’s stomach and scratching over the hardened wax. His head snaps back, eyes shut tight, body quivering from head to toe. He can hear trembling breaths from Jungkook, can feel how he tries to hold himself back from thrusting upward and sinking into Jimin all at once.

Jimin wishes he would. He likes when Jungkook can’t control himself anymore, when he finally snaps after behaving so well and holding himself back. Just knowing that Jimin can push him to the point of being unable to wait any longer is exciting. The feeling of Jimin around him makes him lose his mind, becoming little more than the most primal version of an alpha.

A low growl builds in Jungkook’s chest, stopping in his throat as he tries to swallow it down. Jimin smirks down at him, lip between his teeth, halfway sunk down on Jungkook’s cock before he reaches forward and snatches the eye mask off of him.

Jungkook looks drunk as he stares up at Jimin, the bonds around his wrists twisted tight as he pulls at them, heels digging into the bed. He’s barely holding himself back. All it will take is one more little push.

So Jimin leans down, runs his fingers along Jungkook’s arms, laces their fingers together, and kisses him. He can taste that growl building up again as he murmurs into Jungkook’s mouth, “Big alpha can’t even hold himself back as soon as he has an omega in his lap, hm? You need me that bad, baby? What if I make you wait again? Get that toy and have a little more fun with you before you can—”

Jimin feels the growl through his body as it finally breaks free from Jungkook’s throat, his hips snapping up to sink all the way into Jimin. His arms loop behind Jimin’s neck again, the silky ribbon pulled tight against his nape as he’s dragged into a kiss—a rough, biting, stinging kiss, teeth clacking together as Jungkook’s cock nestles as deep as possible.

A long, sharp moan slips from Jimin, his heart stuttering as Jungkook’s tongue presses into his mouth. He wiggles his hips, rolling them in a slow circle, gasping at the sensation of Jungkook’s cock pressing against every inch of his insides. As much as Jimin loves to tease, he can’t anymore. He can’t take waiting another second.

He reaches back to undo the silk around Jungkook’s wrists, letting it fall away before he practically throws himself back, body arching to take Jungkook at another angle. Jimin rises up on his knees, hands running along the wax on his thighs, shivering as it peels away, his nails digging into the stockings, and then he sinks back down on Jungkook’s cock.

The groan of pleasure from Jungkook makes Jimin nearly laugh out loud, pleased with the way the alpha swells inside him, every muscle in his body working to arch off the bed and snap his hips up. It rips another cry from Jimin, Jungkook’s hands running up Jimin’s stomach again, up to feel the pounding of his heart beneath the overheated skin of his chest, then down to grip his hips.

Jimin holds tight around Jungkook’s wrists, head lolling around to meet his husband’s eyes as his thighs work, setting a pace to ride Jungkook to, meeting him every time to seek out that spot inside Jimin. Slick drips down the backs of Jimin’s thighs, staining his stockings, droplets of it clinging to Jungkook’s legs. The wet squelch of it fills the room, in harmony with the song their moans create.

Heavy breaths punch from Jimin’s lungs, nails cutting crescents into Jungkook’s arms, still guiding the alpha where to touch him. The wax across Jungkook’s chest begins to crackle and peel as he moves, the flex of muscle forcing it away from his skin, likely sending little zaps of pleasure across his skin to add to what he already feels from being inside of Jimin.

The bed shakes as Jimin drops his hips again, eyes on Jungkook as the alpha seems fixated on watching his cock sink into Jimin over and over, watching it disappear inside his mate, watching the wetness from Jimin soaking him, painting him in glossy slick. Jungkook sinks into the pillows a bit more, shoulders braced against the bed as he fucks into Jimin once more and finally nails that spot that practically has Jimin screaming.

His hands find Jungkook’s, fingers slipping into the spaces between, their hands locked together as Jimin’s hips stutter and lose pace for a moment. His head falls back, eyes shut again, mouth open in a constant string of moans and gasps and muttered chants of Jungkook’s name.

Every time they meet halfway, another ripple of euphoria crashes over Jimin, the scent of cherry flooding the room, cloying sweetness choking them both. Hints of Jungkook’s scent mingle with his own, and Jimin can’t resist diving in to bury his face against the side of Jungkook’s neck that he hadn’t marked.

Teeth scrape against skin, muffled moans traded as Jungkook presses kisses into Jimin’s hair, his hands on Jimin’s ass to spread him wide and slam into him at the same angle that has Jimin’s world tilting off axis, spinning around him until he’s dizzy.

Jimin barely knows what he’s saying as he gulps in the mixture of their scents, intoxicated by the fruity sweetness, the bitter hints of Jungkook’s barely noticeable right now. Jungkook’s pleasure sweetens him until Jimin feels like it’s pure sugar on his tongue when he runs it along the column of his alpha’s throat.

“I love you, baby— I—” Jimin shudders as his cock rubs against Jungkook’s abs, the texture of the wax drips adding a new sensation until his whole body shakes like a leaf. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. I’m— Make me come, baby. Make— Make me come like you always do.”

He chokes on his own voice when he feels the swell at the base of Jungkook’s cock, pushing at his rim. His fingers claw down Jungkook’s chest, scrambling for some kind of purchase, nails digging into the wax that still remains. Jimin lifts himself up to look Jungkook in the eye, nearly nose to nose with him as he tries to make his babbling make sense.

“Give me y— Gimme your knot, baby. So good. You’re so— So good for me, my alpha.” Jimin bites his lip, a slight whimper escaping him when he feels himself begin to stretch around Jungkook’s knot, making his vision go white for a moment. “Right there, baby, keep— Keep going. So fu— fucking big, God, I love you. Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He arches against his alpha, scratching down his chest as Jungkook’s knot presses inside him, filling him up, slick gushing out from around the pressure of it. Sweat clings to Jungkook’s hairline, his scent exploding with a sudden sharpness that has Jimin speaking nonsense, his cock twitching between his legs and spilling untouched.

Jungkook’s fingers dig into his ass cheeks, dragging red marks across them as his head snaps back against the pillows. His mouth drops open in a half growl, half moan. Jimin swears he hears his stockings rip slightly, a stinging in his thighs as Jungkook shoves him down fully onto his knot.

Jimin throws his head forward, sinking his teeth into the alpha’s shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure, overwhelmed as his cock continues to rub against the wax, spilling streams of white to decorate Jungkook further. Heat floods through him, Jungkook’s hips losing their rhythm as he fits snugly inside Jimin, cum filling him.

It feels neverending, clinging to Jungkook as he comes, and Jimin feels like he might explode from the constant stimulation against his prostate, his spent cock still pressed between their bodies, aching every time he moves even a little bit. Jungkook’s hands seem to be everywhere as he settles Jimin onto his knot, still rolling his hips in slow circles, seeking out more than what he needs until they’ve both been pushed to a point of the pleasure mingling with the pain of too much. It’s too much, and yet they still search for more from each other.

Tears cling to Jimin’s lashes, his body protesting, and yet when he pushes himself upright to face Jungkook again, he still writhes atop the alpha to make his cock press up against his prostate. Jungkook’s knot tugs at Jimin’s rim, firmly inside him, and Jimin’s eyes roll back in his head when Jungkook grips his hips and forces him back down to sit in his lap.

Jimin’s fingers feel numb, unable to tell where he’s touching as he trails them blindly across Jungkook’s body. He can barely sense the slight bumps of the wax or the planes of Jungkook’s abs. Jimin peels at the wax, slow and deliberate as he lets the sensation of it ripple through the alpha.

He plants the laziest, most tired smile onto his face as he meets Jungkook’s eyes again, his heart leaping into his throat because it pounds so hard. Jimin can feel his mind shutting down, slipping out of the space he had been in, falling back into his natural state with Jungkook.

Just a pile of love and adoration, a gooey puddle of sap. Sometimes he thinks people would look at them like this and believe they’re crazy, staring at each other with the softest expressions on their faces after all the things they just did to each other. But that’s what makes them work.

They could do just about anything, but it all comes from the same place. The same love, the same obsession, the same need for one another. Jimin will happily admit that he is, in fact, obsessed with the man holding him right now. This is his whole world in his hands right now, the reason he’s still going.

Who cares if they’re covered in wax and slick and cum and sweat? That changes nothing. Filth and vulgarity and devotion and worship are not exclusive from each other in Jimin’s mind. They go hand in hand.

“You’re a fucking mess,” Jungkook says with a breathy laugh, little more than a huff of air, as weak as Jimin feels right now.

“Take a look in the mirror, babe,” Jimin says, but then he leans forward, hands braced on Jungkook’s stomach. The movement makes Jungkook shift inside him again, his knot pushing and pulling and making Jimin shudder. He rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, face nearly pressed against his scent gland, the chocolate cherry mixture filling Jimin’s senses.

He just needs a moment like this, a moment to come down before he takes care of everything else. Before he takes care of his mate, who happily holds him for now, enjoying the quiet, their bed practically a nest of sullied blankets, their scent sunken so deeply into it that it will never come out.

Jimin knew from the moment they chose to marry that they would be tied together for life, but moments like this always remind him of that. He’s never been more sure of something in his life.

This is his soulmate. His only alpha. Jungkook is his forever.

Knot Your Typical Pop Album was the first full studio album by Jimin, and the last album he would release under

Primal Records before they dropped him from the label. This album was a clear departure from his typically

upbeat, cheerful lyrics, taking a turn into a sassier (and potentially more jaded) view of love.

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Something about the instant switch in Jimin after sex makes Jungkook’s heart swell. How easily Jimin can take charge and then change to this has always charmed him.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jimin asks, his voice softer than silk. He trails his fingers up Jungkook’s chest, nuzzling against his scent gland to catch one last whiff of his own scent there before he dips a rag into their bath and wipes away any remnants of slick on Jungkook’s skin. “Are you okay, alpha? Tell me how you are and what you need from me.”

 He kisses along Jungkook’s throat, head tilted down to peer up through his lashes, eyes wide and concerned. Whenever they have a night like this, Jimin always transforms into the classic image of an omega, a complete role reversal from how he had been minutes ago. He dotes on Jungkook, paws at him, begging for an answer and fussing over every bit of him.

“Let’s just… finish cleaning up and then crash into bed,” Jungkook murmurs as Jimin nods, crawling up his body again to pepper kisses all over Jungkook’s face. “And my glasses.”

“Oh, right.” With a giggle, Jimin leans over to snatch Jungkook’s glasses from the stand beside the bath, then slides them into place on his nose. He smiles up at Jungkook as his face comes into focus, clearer and more beautiful than ever. “Anything else you need from me, just tell me. I’ll be good for you now.”

It’s beautiful, watching Jimin sink into those natural, primal instincts, the softest little smile on his face as he wipes Jungkook down once more. The wax has long been peeled away, his skin a little tender but not hurting. Jimin tosses the rag aside and straddles Jungkook again, running his hands along the bubbles on the surface of the water before he lets them climb Jungkook’s chest.

“Do you want me to build us a nest when we get back into bed?” Jimin asks, thumb rubbing slow circles along Jungkook’s torso, tender touches everywhere the wax had stuck earlier.

“That makes you feel good after sex, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asks as Jimin peers up at him again, his smile sheepish and coy. He shrugs. “What makes you feel better makes me happy too. We can nest tonight if you want.”

With a little nod, Jimin leans in and nuzzles again, nose brushing back and forth along his scent gland. His tongue flicks out against it, chuckling when Jungkook shivers.

“My alpha is always so ticklish,” Jimin murmurs before resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He settles in and relaxes as soon as Jungkook’s arms loop around his waist, fingers trailing along the small of his back. “I have the cream on the nightstand for you when we get back into bed. Tell me if I miss any spots where the wax was on you. You know better than I do if anything is too tender.”

Fondness overtakes Jungkook and he squeezes Jimin tighter to his chest, a sigh of content slipping from Jimin. He loves when Jimin gets like this—not only does Jungkook enjoy the doting and the praise and being showered in love, but he adores seeing Jimin allow himself to drop the mask he constantly keeps up.

Not that he isn’t naturally strong-willed and outspoken and in charge naturally as well, but there’s a certain state of being that he pushes himself to in order to remain bulletproof. He can’t show a hint of what some might consider weakness or they’ll swarm like sharks smelling blood in the water. It’s beautiful when Jimin lets that all go, showing that other side of himself that most don’t get to see.

He is both caretaker and loves being taken care of. A boss in his own right, but also ready and willing to follow Jungkook’s lead when needed. A demon in disguise and also the kindest, sweetest soul who would never harm a fly.

“Don’t forget about yourself, though,” Jungkook says, then tilts his head back when he feels Jimin nuzzling again. “You need to put the cream on your thighs too.

“I know,” Jimin mumbles against Jungkook’s skin. He kisses him, over and over and over, then nips at his scent gland before he relaxes again. “But hush. Just let me take care of you. I’ll be fine. I’ll take care of that too, but I just— Let me make sure my alpha is okay first.”

His hand slides down Jungkook’s chest, bracing on his thighs to give himself the leverage to lean closer. He seeks touch and attention like a cat, rubbing his face against Jungkook’s throat until the room smells of nothing but cherry and mulled wine.

Possessive. He’s always possessive no matter which side of himself he’s showing, and Jungkook loves it. He always has. From the moment they met and Jimin watched him with eyes like a wolf, constantly ready to pounce and eat Jungkook in one bite, Jungkook knew this was the omega for him. He’s never bored with Jimin in his life, and never afraid of facing betrayal again like he has in the past.

Jimin would sooner die than ever break Jungkook’s heart. Committed and loyal to a fault. They both got lucky when they found each other, and Jimin constantly thanks Jungkook for simply being good and kind to him and not making him regret his unwavering loyalty for once in his life.

Jungkook is not the only one who has been hurt before.

“Too bad we’re not trying for a pup right now,” Jimin says when he finally eases his head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder and closes his eyes. “I’m pretty sure you pumped, like, ten fully grown ones into me tonight.”

The laugh that bursts from Jungkook sounds more like a bark, and he presses a fist over his mouth as he glances down at Jimin. Jungkook hadn’t meant to break the peaceful quiet between them, but Jimin is still hilarious to him, even when easing out of this headspace. The world could burn down around them and Jungkook doesn’t think it would put a damper on Jimin’s humor.

Jungkook rests his head atop Jimin’s, cradling the omega to his chest. His favorite part of aftercare is simply holding each other like this. Doesn’t matter who played what role, they both need that physical touch, to adore each other after the intensity of the things they do. There’s really no need for a reminder of how in love they are, but they do it anyway because they can.

By the time they get out of the bath, the water has run cool, the bubbles all gone, and their fingers have become sufficiently pruned. They dry off and fall into bed, Jimin setting to work on gathering pillows and blankets to craft a nest before he straddles Jungkook again. He reaches for the aloe cream on the nightstand, but Jungkook snatches it from him before he can.

“Let’s take care of your thighs first,” Jungkook says as he unscrews the cap. Candlelight dances across Jimin’s face in the dim room. His eyes sparkle at Jungkook, lashes fluttering, tongue curled against the back of his teeth. He looks tempting. If Jungkook wasn’t so exhausted, he might take the bait.

Instead, he focuses on rubbing the aloe cream onto Jimin’s legs with gentle fingers, his thumb working in slow circles all the way up, then back down almost to Jimin’s knee.

“Feel okay?”

Jimin nods before he catches Jungkook’s hand. “That’s all I need,” he says, then squirts a bit of the cream onto his own hand. “Please, alpha, let me take care of you now.”

With a quiet “okay” uttered, Jungkook lets himself settle into the pillows. He closes his eyes as Jimin’s hands work across his chest, massaging the cream into his skin, being extra attentive to any spot Jungkook tells him to. There’s little to no risk of him actually being hurt by some wax play—they’ve done it so many times by now, they might as well be professionals—but it’s always good to be safe, and it makes Jimin feel better to know he’s done all he can to make sure Jungkook is okay.

“I’m considering tonight to be your Christmas gift, by the way,” Jimin teases, and Jungkook knows to be gentle about teasing back. Jimin has been so busy this year, stressed and worked to the bone with his tour, that he hasn’t had time to properly think about Christmas gifts. Jungkook knows he’s been worried about it.

Jimin prides himself on being a fantastic gift giver, but he hasn’t had a moment to breathe until now to really think about what to get, and he’s felt endlessly guilty as packages roll in for Jungkook to later wrap and gift to Jimin while he’s still empty-handed.

Jungkook isn’t concerned about that, though. Even if it’s last-minute, he knows Jimin will get it done. He always does. Not that Jungkook expects anything from him. They give each other more than enough in their relationship itself. Gifts are just a bonus on top.

“Am I on the naughty list?” Jungkook asks, and Jimin crinkles his nose at him playfully as he continues to rub the cream in. He spends an absurd amount of time around Jungkook’s nipple, lightly pinching it between two fingers and rubbing them back and forth before Jungkook swats his hand.

“I don’t think I need to answer that for you to know,” Jimin says as he scoots down and adds a little more cream directly to Jungkook’s hip before working it in. “You’ll be getting coal too, don’t you worry. But I made an exception for such a naughty alpha and let you have me in lingerie as a special secret gift.”

Jungkook shrugs, watching Jimin continue down to massage his thighs next. “That is a pretty good gift.”

“Pretty good?” Jimin scoffs “You got Santa’s slut all to yourself. The one and only Holiday Whore that everyone wants.”

“Oh my God,” Jungkook says through his laughter, leaning forward to squeeze Jimin’s thigh before falling back onto his pillows. He’s just glad to see that Jimin isn’t beating himself up over being late on gift shopping this year. “Are you done with holiday sex jokes yet?”

Jimin glances down between them, right at Jungkook’s cock, his lips clamped down on his teeth. “Elf on a DILF.”

Jungkook snorts. “I’m not a DILF, though.”

“Yeah, well,” Jimin crawls his way back up Jungkook’s body and flattens himself against him, chin on Jungkook’s chest, smiling eyes staring up at him, “I’ll make you one soon enough.”

That strikes Jungkook silent. He tries to laugh it off and chokes, tongue swiping across his lips before he tries to fight his own smile. It’s only meant as a joke in part. They’ve talked about it a lot, especially lately, and how once the sudden boom of Jimin’s career has slowed to a normal pace, he’ll be ready.

Jungkook is more than ready. He’s not bursting at the seams, unable to wait, desperate for a pup and wishing Jimin would settle down soon or anything dramatic. He’s happy with their life as it is, but he definitely wants that someday.

“You’re acting like I haven’t said a million times that I’d let you pup me in a second if you asked. Fuck my career. I’d give you anything, my pretty alpha,” Jimin murmurs, leaning in to pepper Jungkook with kisses. He’s clearly slipping back to his usual headspace, back to being a constant menace. He stops to grin at Jungkook, so close that he can taste the omega’s sweet breath. “Say the word.”

Jungkook stares back at him, hands crawling up Jimin’s back. That temptation from earlier slams back into him. No amount of exhaustion could stop them if they decided to do something rash like suddenly trying for a pup. He walks his fingers up Jimin’s back, around to trail up his chest, and then he taps one on the tip of Jimin’s nose.

“You’ve been giving me a look, by the way,” he says, and Jimin flutters his lashes at him, amused by Jungkook’s obvious dodge of the pup topic. He plays along, though, knowing how hard it is for Jungkook to resist, and cocks his head.

“A look?” Jimin asks, his lips quirking into a playful smile.

“Yeah, that look you get when you wanna ask me something because you’re worried.”

Jimin shrugs, hands folded on Jungkook’s chest, chin resting on them to peer up at his alpha. “Was today a stressful day at work?”

Jungkook furrows his brows and shakes his head. “Hm? Not really, why?”

“I could tell you were stressed or tense or something,” Jimin says as he inches one hand up to brush his fingers along Jungkook’s throat again. He traces the faint mark of their mating bite, now faded from years since they last renewed it. “Could tell you really needed this tonight.”

“Nah, just lots of deadlines before the holidays.” Jungkook feels himself beaming at Jimin, his scent softening and losing a bit of its natural bitterness. He can tell that Jimin notices it by the way the omega’s eyes fall shut, a satisfied sigh leaving him. “My brain has been in high gear for days now. Guess I just needed to let go for a bit. Nothing to worry about, baby.”

Jimin inhales deeply, his voice languid as he speaks, practically falling asleep on Jungkook’s chest. “Okay. Good. As long as nothing is wrong.”

“Nothing at all,” Jungkook assures him as he tucks Jimin’s hair behind his ears. “You should sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow to get ready to go.”

Jimin leans past Jungkook to bury his face into their pillows and groan. He may love the holidays, but it comes at a cost. And that cost is spending hours upon hours with his family.

His parents, specifically.

At least they’ll be sleeping at Jungkook’s dads’ place this time.

“I’ve got you, babe. You won’t have to spend a minute alone with them if you don’t want to,” he murmurs in Jimin’s ear, kissing his temple and winding his arms around him again. “I promise.”

He can feel Jimin nod, hears a quiet hum of “I love you” before he suddenly goes limp, completely relaxing in Jungkook’s arms. All of the adrenaline from the concert and the excitement from earlier has been sapped from him. Jungkook knows him well, knows when the exhaustion from a long day finally catches up to him.

So he rolls over to position Jimin beside him, curling up behind the omega and wrapping him up in his arms as he murmurs an “I love you too” in return. They don’t bother to get dressed, their body heat and the blankets enough to keep them cozy on a winter night.

It takes seconds before he hears the telltale breaths of Jimin when he’s fast asleep—soft and shallow and slow—and can tell by the way his scent turns more subtle and tame. After five solid years together, he knows everything about Jimin.

Talk Nerdy to Me was the second full-length album by Jimin, released on his own as an independent artist after

being dropped from Primal Records. He wrote and produced the album himself, with the help of his

boyfriend (now husband), Jungkook, who encouraged him not to give up on his dreams of being a singer.

It became a surprise hit after some of the songs went viral online, skyrocketing his career.

‧••‧

From the day they met, Jimin and Jungkook were both well aware that they came from completely different worlds—different backgrounds, different lifestyles and personalities, different types of families, different dreams and interests. They were, and still are in many ways, complete opposites.

That keeps things interesting for them, though. They learn a lot from each other and discover things they may not have entertained on their own. And, of course, it has caused its fair share of squabbling. They don’t always see eye to eye, but they always hear each other out and talk through their differences.

The one thing they have had in common since the beginning is gaming. Jungkook grew up playing video games, and he had never been more relieved in his life when Jimin shared that interest. Though, prior to meeting each other, Jimin had played significantly fewer games.

Now, he’s practically a pro.

“Ready for another round?” Jimin asks as he meanders from the bathroom and back to the bed—the new guest bed that has replaced Jungkook’s childhood bed, though the room is still very much Jungkook in its decor. His dads have been unable to let go of their baby, despite him being a whole 27 years old now.

“Ready when you are,” Jungkook says, grinning at Jimin when he pauses to scratch behind Salt and Pepper’s ears. It was a bit tough to get them here in a car when neither are used to long trips, but it was worth it. Jungkook would hate to be away from them for two weeks.

Jimin collapses against Jungkook’s side, head falling onto his shoulder.

If they’re not fucking like animals, then they’re doing this. Jimin curls up beside him, as close as can get so he can catch his alpha’s scent. Two empty bowls of what used to be cereal sit on the nightstand as they play a game on one of Jungkook’s old systems. Jimin’s trusty notebook rests on the bed beside him, sitting open on a page of lyric ideas for his next EP.

Jimin snatches up his controller and sits cross-legged, tongue poking into his cheek. He focuses on tailing Jungkook and covering his ass as they infiltrate an enemy base, cursing under his breath when his character gets killed after a good, long run. With a defeated “ah, fuck it, sorry” he turns half of his attention to his notebook and the other half to cheering Jungkook on.

It’s a miracle Jungkook is doing so well at this, considering he hasn’t played a single game left in this house since he was a teenager. With a little reminder of how to play, though, he absolutely smashed it.

Jungkook’s dads had forgotten to get all of their gifts wrapped before Jimin and Jungkook arrived, so they’ve been banished to his childhood bedroom until they’re done. Classic of his dads to forget until Christmas Eve and then do it all frantically at the last minute.

It’s like being a kid all over again. But it is a nice excuse to ease into this trip. There’s nothing Jungkook hates more than traveling a long distance and then immediately being expected to be social and active. They had arrived last night, and now they get to game until his dads are done wrapping presents.

Then the real test begins. Going to the Parks’ house with all of their extended family.

And Jimin’s parents.

Thank God they convinced Jimin’s parents that their house is already too crowded to stay in. Jungkook’s dads’ house is peaceful and quiet. They only need to survive Christmas dinner and maybe a few other days with everyone else. Benefits of their families living just 40 minutes from each other.

Staying with such a large family for over a week would be so overstimulating for Jungkook. And not in the fun way.

Jimin scribbles in his notebook with his tongue between his teeth. His scent spikes into something sweeter, a hint of excitement in him about whatever he’s writing. Which is usually Jungkook. He often writes about Jungkook.

“Whatcha writing about?” he asks anyway as Jimin flips back and forth between two pages, comparing ideas. He squeezes Jimin’s thigh before he returns to his game, Jimin’s avatar waiting to be revived.

“Sex. The other night, actually. How I turned you into a wax figure. Call me Madame Tussaud, I guess,” Jimin says with a cackle. It’s obviously meant as a joke at first, but then he quickly picks up his pen and jots that down as Jungkook laughs.

“Oh, you’re back up,” Jungkook says and nudges Jimin’s side, nodding at the screen as his character comes back to life. Straightening back up, Jimin snatches his controller and launches right back into the game.

“Yoongi is getting stressed over me not making up my mind about which songs I want on this EP, but…” Jimin shrugs, fingers working across the controller at a rapid pace. “I need this one to be the perfect mix of my usual music and what I’m doing for my next album, so I just… keep changing things and fine-tuning it. I don’t wanna jump from bubblegum pop Barbie boy to writing about my tragic mental health journey without easing people into it, you know?”

Jungkook chuckles lightly at that. It’s a fair concern, but Jimin’s fanbase is intensely loyal by now. A lot of them want a deeper look at him, to learn about his state of mind. Some of his most popular songs, alongside his extremely clever and raunchy ones, are those in which he opens up a bit.

“He’s producing this EP and your next album, right?” Jungkook asks, earning a nod from Jimin. “So, why doesn’t he work with whatever songs you give him and then decide if they’ll be on this EP or the next album? Either way, you’re both doing work that needs to be done. You have a lot of time before the EP and only need, what, four or five songs? Then maybe you can get a head start on the album too.”

Jimin glances over at Jungkook, rolling his eyes as he does, a smirk on his lips. “This is Yoongi. Come on. You know how uptight he is about shit. Besides, I have a bunch of other stuff to do before the EP drops too. I still have a photoshoot to do with Taehyung. Hoseok and I keep meaning to do another song together and need to decide when we have time for that. Yoongi is… actually right to be stressed. I’ve been a mess this time.”

Jungkook tries to split his attention between the game and Jimin before he decides better of it and pauses. A soft “oh!” leaves Jimin when the game menu pops up while he’s still trying to shoot. He sighs and turns to face Jungkook, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed, the other folded beneath himself. They both know what’s coming next. Jimin knows that Jungkook is concerned, and Jungkook knows there is reason to be concerned.

It’s only been about two years since Jimin’s career took off, and he still hasn’t quite gotten used to juggling it all—the fame, the schedule, the tours, the constant new releases, the events he’s constantly invited to. He has so much to adjust to, and he has to do it all rapidly and in the spotlight.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Jungkook says as he runs his knuckles along Jimin’s scent gland, earning a purr of satisfaction from the omega, his eyes drifting shut. “You just finished up a world tour. Your last album is still doing crazy numbers. You have a single prepared for a month from now. You did that whole Christmas charity livestream too. If you don’t have an EP to put out right away, that’s fine.”

“I have a contract, Jungkook.”

“And you have your mental and physical health to take care of too. They were understanding when you wanted an extra few weeks before releasing Silk Sheets too.” Jungkook cocks his head, giving Jimin a stern smile as the omega sighs in defeat. “If the music isn’t coming to you right now and you’re not satisfied, just talk to your team and see what you can do. You’re not a mess, you’re just stretched thin right now. You need a real break.”

Jimin bats his lashes, leaning into Jungkook’s touch. “That’s what I’m planning to do after Pleasure Principle.”

“Why don’t you take a break between Come Again! and Pleasure Principle?” Jungkook fires back in the same sickly sweet tone as Jimin. “You haven’t announced any dates except your single. You can push the EP a little farther out, expand the time between the EP and the full album so you can breathe a little, then take a good long break after the album before you start another tour. I think that’ll be a lot better for you.”

Jimin purses his lips together, taking a deep breath through his nose, and then he turns to kiss Jungkook’s palm. He peers at Jungkook from the corner of his eye and smiles. “I’ll consider it.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” Jungkook says, because there is no telling Jimin what to do, especially not with his career. He always has been and always will be fiercely independent, even though he relishes being able to share a life with Jungkook and always considers both of their feelings and needs when deciding on something.

They’re a team, through and through.

Jimin catches Jungkook’s hand with his own, trailing his lips along his index finger before he bites the tip. As soon as he releases it, grinning like an imp, he says, “Turns me on when you get all protective and worried like that.”

“Are you ever not turned on?” Jungkook asks as he traces Jimin’s lips with the tips of his fingers.

“No.” Jimin’s eyes dart to the closed bedroom door, tongue pushing along the inside of his bottom lip. “You know my whole shtick is about being small, cute, funny, and horny.”

His eyes flit to the side again, and Jungkook chuckles, face scrunched up at his husband.

“Are you trying to decide if my dads are busy enough that we’ll have time to fuck?” he asks.

“Maybe.”

“They’re really picky about how they wrap presents.” Jungkook raises a brow, grinning at Jimin, who starts to squirm with excitement. His breath quickens when Jungkook drops his hands to Jimin’s thighs, squeezing them and bunching up Jimin’s pajama pants. “They could take quite awhile.”

Jimin catches his lip between his teeth and shoots one more look at the door, like he can’t decide if he wants to risk it or not. He sucks air through his teeth, then lets out a little “ah, fuck it” before he turns his wide-eyed, chaotic grin on Jungkook. “No knotting, just in case. How do you wanna do this?”

Jungkook shrugs, tossing his game controller to one corner of the bed before he crawls backward. He snatches Jimin’s wrist and drags him close until the omega crawls over him, situating himself so naturally on Jungkook’s lap. He straddles Jungkook and presses his hands to his chest, shoving Jungkook back before wiggling into place.

“Go with the flow? See what we feel like doing?” Jungkook asks as he bounces his brows a couple of times, earning a giggle from Jimin.

“Ooh, I love a little spontaneity first thing in the morning,” Jimin says as he leans down slowly, back arched, hips positioned perfectly to press his cock against Jungkook’s. He pushes Jungkook’s glasses up his forehead to settle them in his hair. His eyes dart across Jungkook’s face, studying him, unable to get enough as he leans in close enough to kiss him. And then he pulls back. “Wait, the cats!”

Jimin springs up suddenly, still braced on Jungkook’s chest as he glances around the room. Jungkook’s hands fly to Jimin’s hips to make him sit still—in part because his alpha refuses to let his omega get too far away, and in part because the way Jimin moves adds pressure to his cock. If he keeps wiggling around, Jungkook is going to have to flip them over and pin Jimin down instead of waiting.

“What about the cats?” Jungkook asks. He scrambles to keep Jimin in place as the omega crawls off of him, and then Jungkook groans and lets his head thump onto the bed.

“I have to send them out. You know it throws me off when I look over and see Salt’s beady little eyes staring at me.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle it. He twists partially onto his side to watch as Jimin herds Salt and Pepper out the door to let them roam the house. Cooing at the cats, Jimin scratches both their backs with his foot, then shuts them out and rushes right back to the bed.

“Wait!” Jungkook holds a finger up to Jimin, propped on his elbows. Jimin slams to a stop at the end of the bed, brows furrowed, head cocked. “Take off your pants.”

The laugh that leaves Jimin is more like a wheeze, but he doesn’t argue, hooking his thumbs into his baggy pajama pants and shimmying them down his hips. His mouth twists to one side, his scent sweetening and wafting over the room until Jungkook’s mouth waters. He shifts on the bed, eyes locked on Jimin as the omega turns to give Jungkook a side view of his ass, purposely taking his time with dragging the material down over the swell.

Jimin sticks his tongue out before he lets his pants collapse around his ankles, and then he leaps onto the bed. His breath quickens when Jungkook sits up to catch his waist again, tugging Jimin’s shirt off over his head before the omega dives in to finally get the kiss he’s wanted.

Jungkook’s glasses fall back into place, albeit askew on his nose, pushed even more crooked by the way Jimin grips his head and kisses hard. His fingers cup the side of Jungkook’s face, tips of his fingers playing with his hair. He opens his mouth wide and inhales deeply, coaxing Jungkook’s tongue in, dropping his hips to roll them against Jungkook’s.

The whole room smells of black cherry, slick already sliding down the backs of his thighs as Jungkook’s fingers trace his rim. Jimin bucks, gasping into the kiss, hips wiggling back to get a finger inside.

“Ah, ah, not yet,” Jungkook murmurs as he drags his fingers across Jimin’s ass, drawing lines of slick across his skin. He leans back and twists his hands into his own shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside, then grabs Jimin by his waist. His hands engulf Jimin’s lithe but strong frame, fingers dug in deep to make Jimin arch.

The way his omega bends so beautifully for him, head thrown back and mouth agape, arms draped over Jungkook’s shoulders, makes Jungkook want to devour him whole. Soft, airy moans slip from Jimin as Jungkook kisses along his chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around a nipple and then bite. Jimin jerks in his hold, a whimper of pain and pleasure rushing from him as his nails scratch up Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook lets a laugh rumble through him as he brushes his nose along Jimin’s throat, nipping at his scent gland before he pulls back enough to look at him.

“Come here, you,” he says before he falls back on the bed again, grabbing behind Jimin’s thighs to drag him forward. Jimin gasps and nearly tips forward, catching himself on the headboard just in time. He stares down at Jungkook, eyes wide at first, and then a grin works its way onto his lips when he realizes. “Sit down, baby. Relax.”

With a breathy chuckle, Jimin sits down on Jungkook’s chest, his cock hard and hanging between his legs, leaking precum onto Jungkook almost as much as he leaks slick. He’s wet everywhere, tempting Jungkook with that scent of his, the muscles in his body rippling beneath Jungkook’s hands as he writhes to seek out whatever Jungkook plans to give him.

Jungkook inches his fingers toward Jimin’s hole again, pressing the tip of one inside of him to make Jimin rock forward. Tongue running along his lips to wet them, Jungkook arches a brow at Jimin.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, pulling his finger back out and rubbing two against Jimin’s entrance again. He draws them down to his perineum, pressing until Jimin’s hips snap forward, away from the sensation, then back to seek more. But Jungkook grips his ass to pull him closer again. “You gonna use my throat or not?”

Jimin stares down at him, lips parted but unable to make a sound. His tongue curls, eyes unfocused, and then he nods.

“Can’t let this pretty thing be forgotten, can we?” Jungkook asks as he leans forward to let his lips brush the tip of Jimin’s cock, then flicks his tongue against it. “Come on. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

As Jungkook leans his head back against his pillows, tipped up just enough to put him at the angle he needs, Jimin grips the headboard and lets his forehead fall against it to watch Jungkook. He wraps his hand around his cock and pushes it past Jungkook’s lips, lips pressed into a tight line to keep himself quiet as he sinks in.

Jungkook relaxes his throat, lips wrapped tightly around Jimin’s cock, adding as much pressure as he can until he hears tiny, frantic breaths escaping Jimin. The omega lets go of his cock and twists his fingers into Jungkook’s hair instead, stroking along his temple, nudging his glasses before he takes them off for Jungkook. Even in the heat of the moment, his cock resting on Jungkook’s tongue, precum tasting as sweet as his slick, he’s so attentive.

Jungkook presses two fingers into Jimin’s hole again, sinking in to his knuckles and forcing Jimin to snap his hips forward again. His cock hits the back of Jungkook’s throat suddenly, eliciting a quiet gag from Jungkook, which he quickly covers by crooking his fingers inside Jimin. It stops the omega from being able to worry. Jungkook knows what he can take.

A cry of pleasure leaves Jimin, head snapping back. He clenches around Jungkook, hole fluttering,  his cock twitching inside Jungkook’s mouth as he begins to thrust shallowly. He’s so careful. Too careful. So Jungkook grips Jimin’s ass with his other hand and squeezes tight, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt.

Jimin tastes like sugar on his tongue as he jerks forward without meaning to, nailing the back of Jungkook’s throat again. As Jungkook guides him back out, he runs his tongue along the underside of Jimin’s cock, grinning up at him, then swirls around the tip. His fingers press back in, harsher this time, stretching Jimin as he scissors them apart, then pushing in once more to search for that spot inside the omega.

The constant pressure and ministrations keep Jimin’s hips moving without him having to think about it. He fucks weakly into Jungkook’s throat, hand twisted into Jungkook’s hair, head lolling around mindlessly. Every movement pulls another pretty sound from him, his eyes shut tight, overwhelmed. His mouth hangs open but nothing intelligible is ever able to leave it. He’s so gorgeous when he’s like this.

Jungkook can tell he’s reached his prostate when Jimin has to bite down another moan, nails scraping down the headboard, thighs trying to squeeze together. Slick gushes from him in a sudden rush, running along Jungkook’s palm and dripping down his wrist. He lets Jimin sink into his throat one last time, cheeks hollowed, allowing it to sound as sloppy as he can, slurping at the tip as Jimin slips back out.

Jungkook chuckles, breath ghosting along Jimin’s cock and making him shiver. His fingers slide out of Jimin, running his hand along Jimin’s ass cheek to smear his slick there, rubbing it into his skin to stir up his scent even more. He can feel drops of slick spattering across his chest before he slides down the pillows, positioning his head between Jimin’s thighs.

“Fuck, Jungkook, are you— Oh!” Jimin claps a hand over his mouth as Jungkook suddenly tugs him down, burying his tongue inside of Jimin’s hole, slick pooling on it and sliding down his throat as Jungkook swallows up every drop. He loops his arms around Jimin and grips his cheeks to spread them wide, easing his access to Jimin as he curls his tongue inside him and then traces his entrance.

Jungkook’s cock aches behind the material of sweatpants, toes curling as he tries to resist the urge to reach down and palm at it. Anything to feel a little friction against it. Anything to relieve him. Because listening to the obscene sounds of him lapping the slick from his omega, the whimpers of pleasure from Jimin as he tries to stay quiet, is all too much for him right now.

He feels lightheaded from the sweet cherry and deep wine scent from his mate, practically drunk as Jimin’s slick coats his chin and drips from the corners of his mouth. He puckers his lips against Jimin’s hole and sucks, making the omega cry out and buck down for more. His legs tremble on either side of Jungkook’s head, one hand flying down to grip his hair again, the other slamming against the wall in a fist.

Jungkook swells with pride at the way he can feel Jimin getting weaker under his touch, unable to hold himself up, sinking down until he lets himself rest completely on Jungkook’s face. It makes it easier to get deeper inside him, his hole squeezing tight around Jungkook’s tongue, fingers sliding in beside it and stretching him out until Jimin has to bite his own arm to stay quiet.

Jungkook wishes he could coax him on, wishes he could tell him how pretty he sounds like this and how good he tastes. Instead, he has to settle for pulling Jimin’s hips down harder, urging him on, making him ride Jungkook’s tongue until the taste of him becomes so sweet that Jungkook knows he’s about to come.

He scissors his fingers again and then shoves them in to the knuckle as Jimin fists at his own cock, desperate to get off, lip between his teeth and heavy breaths rushing through him. Jimin’s whole body trembles over him, and Jungkook can hardly get a grip on him. He’s so wet now, thighs painted with his own slick, probably glossy and gorgeous.

And Jungkook can’t wait to see them once he feels Jimin’s hole clench and unclench around him, babbled nonsense pouring from his lips as he comes. He can feel how frantically Jimin chases his orgasm, coming across their pillows without a care in the world. They’re used to being messy.

Jungkook smacks a hand against Jimin’s ass with a resounding clap, then grabs the backs of his thighs to encourage him to get up. He almost laughs at the way Jimin sighs at the effort, struggling to throw his leg over Jungkook, and fall back on the bed beside him.

Jimin’s chest rises and falls with deep breaths, eyes shut, his hand searching for Jungkook beside him. His fingers inch over Jungkook’s hip, then come to rest on his cock. He traces the shape of it through his pants, and Jungkook has to bite down a moan, letting out a sharp breath through his nose instead.

“Give me a— Give me a second and then I’ll take care of you—”

But Jungkook cuts him off with a hum, rolling over to pin Jimin to the bed. He grips Jimin’s face with one hand and uses the other to work his own pants off.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby. Just roll over and let me use your thighs,” Jungkook growls as he tugs Jimin into a kiss, letting the omega taste himself on Jungkook. Jimin licks at the slick coating his lips, hand flying up to grab Jungkook wherever he can. His head tilts to deepen the kiss as Jungkook’s tongue plunges into his mouth, just like how he fucked his hole with it.

He loves when Jimin gets so pliant and needy, so willing to do whatever for Jungkook and so eager. As soon as Jungkook breaks the kiss, Jimin twists around onto his stomach, bringing his knees together and his ass slightly up, thighs squeezed tight.

Jungkook was right. They look so pretty like this, shining with slick as another pearl of it squeezes from his hole, still looking sensitive from having Jungkook inside of it before. Jimin buries his face into the pillow, then peeks back at Jungkook with a wicked grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing, shaking his ass at Jungkook when they both know that knotting him right now would be a bad idea.

Jungkook bows over Jimin’s back and kisses his way up his spine, hands massaging up Jimin’s thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, nuzzles into the crook of Jimin’s neck and breathes in his scent, then bites hard as he shoves his cock between the omega’s legs.

There’s an excited little breath from Jimin before he bites the pillow, hands gripping it to keep himself focused. His thighs tighten and squeeze around Jungkook, the wetness of his slick easing the slide. Nothing will ever compare to being inside of Jimin, but the perks of him being a dancer and so well-toned is that it still feels like Heaven to be between his thighs.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of content as he sinks between them, one hand beneath Jimin, pressing on his stomach to lift him a bit more, Jungkook plants his other hand on the bed beside his mate, keeping his weight off of Jimin. He can hear muffled moans from Jimin as Jungkook’s cock rubs between his cheeks too, sliding between the muscled clutch of his thighs, pressing against his perineum and his balls. Jimin’s cock must still be sensitive, making him squirm as Jungkook’s cock slides along it too. Jimin sucks him in so well, even when Jungkook isn’t inside him.

Pleasure shoots down Jungkook’s spine as he snaps his hips forward again, jostling Jimin against the bed, forcing his face deeper into the pillows. Jimin’s skin feels hot to the touch, burning Jungkook everywhere he touches him, making Jungkook’s nerves tingle with excitement at the way Jimin responds so well even when he’s not being properly fucked.

Sweat drips from his hairline and along his temple, and Jungkook dives down to lick it away before he kisses the corner of Jimin’s mouth. Growls build low in Jungkook’s chest, his alpha driving him to fuck Jimin’s thighs as if he can actually knot his mate. Skin slaps against skin in the quiet of their room, Jimin’s muffled words egging Jungkook on for more, hips rocking back as though trying to ride Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook can feel his knot beginning to form, his heart hammering, tension twisting in his gut. Slick continues to pool between Jimin’s legs, the slide of Jungkook’s cock loud and messy, drenched in his mate’s wetness as he feels his climax slam into him like a train. His hand leaves Jimin’s stomach to grab his ass, kneading it between rough fingers, palm crashing it against it. It makes Jimin clench and bring his legs tighter together around Jungkook’s knot, pulling him over the edge to make him come.

He sinks his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder to silence himself as he moans, the sounds that leave him a mixture of desperate groans and possessive growls. His head spins, body lurching forward without any thought. His knot swells between Jimin’s thighs as he thrusts forward one last time and feels himself coming across the sheets beneath Jimin. A fucking mess.

They’re always such a mess, and Jungkook loves it. He loves seeing Jimin wrecked beneath him, a puddle of sweat and slick, his body glistening. Loves the feeling of being stuck to his mate, their skin sticky, hair damp when Jungkook presses his nose into it to sniff at it and seek out their heightened scents. Jimin smells like him right now, engulfed by Jungkook and covered in everything him.

Jungkook doesn’t move right away, letting himself rest a little heavier on Jimin until he decides to roll them both onto their sides. He pulls the omega against his chest, arm wrapped around him from behind to keep his knot fitted firmly in the warmth of Jimin’s body. His hand comes to rest on Jimin’s chest, counting the beats of his heart as it steadies and slows to a normal pace.

“How much… do I have to pay you… to sit on your face every day?” Jimin asks between deep breaths. He chuckles at himself as Jungkook gives him a squeeze.

“I’m not for rent,” Jungkook says as he draws his fingers down the middle line of Jimin’s stomach. He kisses the back of Jimin’s neck and laughs at the way he shudders. So sensitive. Jungkook has always adored that about him.

“Wasn’t talking about renting. I want it permanently,” Jimin fires back, his voice sleepy as the lust in them both settles.

“Eating your ass would be payment enough anyway.”

A clunk sounds from somewhere else in the house before they can continue their banter, and Jungkook’s attention suddenly snaps to the door. His eyes drift around as he tries to pinpoint the noise, sighing when he realizes it’s likely his dads finishing up their tasks.

They have terrible timing.

“Duty calls,” Jimin says with a snicker as he rolls away, leaving Jungkook to groan and hiss at the lack of pressure around his knot. So Jimin crawls back over and rolls Jungkook onto his back, sitting atop Jungkooks’ thighs before he starts massaging his knot between both hands. It’s a trick he’s learned to get Jungkook’s knot to go down faster when they’re in a rush.

Something that, unfortunately, happens to them more than it should.

Or maybe they should just stop fucking in places where they have to sneak around.

“Come on, lover boy,” Jimin says before he gnaws at his lip again, grinning around wicked canines that look like they might sink into Jungkook’s neck at any moment. “You can knot me for real after everyone goes to bed tonight.”

With a sigh, eyes falling shut for a moment to gather himself, Jungkook eventually manages to get off the bed and follow Jimin to the bathroom to wash up. Nothing they can do to get rid of how intense their scents are right now, but this will have to do for now.

A rustling can be heard from down the hall, and Jungkook assumes his dads must be out of their room by now. Jimin and Jungkook are finally free from their imprisonment to this side of the house.

Not that it turned out to be all that objectionable.

“We should probably get back out there before they come back here,” Jungkook says as Jimin leans in, nodding before he quickly brushes his nose along Jungkook’s scent gland. Jungkook glances past him at the screen where their game remains paused. “Do you care if we just give up this level? We’ll lose our progress.”

Jimin waves a hand at the screen. “I forgot we were even playing,” he says, giggling along with Jungkook. Fair enough. “What are the chances we’ll even get to play any more for the rest of the vacation?”

“Slim to none.”

“Exactly.”

They put themselves together and struggle back into their clothes, checking in the mirror that they’re at least presentable. As Jimin gathers their empty bowls from breakfast, Jungkook shuts down the game, then makes his way over to wrap his arms around Jimin’s waist. They waddle out, Jungkook’s lips at Jimin’s hairline, smiling at his dads from behind his mate.

“Ta-dah!” Sangwook, Jungkook’s omega dad, singsongs as he shakes around a funky-shaped gift on his way to the tree. Juwon, his alpha dad, snorts as he follows Sangwook out with another armload. “This is one of many for our favorite popstar!”

An airy chuckle escapes Jimin, his cheeks reddening. There’s very little that can make him blush, but Sangwook and Juwon’s adoration for him is one of those things. They treat Jimin like their own son, fawning over him constantly, showering him with gifts of their homemade products—the lotions, the balms, the body scrubs, the whole collection.

“We went a little crazy this year. I hope you two have lots of energy for unwrapping presents,” Sangwook says as he deposits the gift beneath the tree and Jimin hurries off to wash their dishes. “But I guess you two did too.”

Jungkook joins his dads beside the tree where a pile of gifts already sits. “Jimin did, really. We had a plan for what to get for you both, but then he… just kept buying things.”

“I’ll never say no to more free stuff,” Juwon says, earning a little jab in the ribs from Sangwook. He grins over at his mate. “I’ll grab the rest of the presents if you wanna start unpacking the new order for the hives.”

Sangwook nods, giving Juwon a hum of agreement before he gestures for Jungkook to join him. Sometimes Jungkook has to do a double take when looking at his own parents now. They’ve aged gracefully, but he can remember what they looked like 20 years ago when they were closer to his age now, and it shocks him how much he has grown to look like the perfect combination of them.

“Come see the new equipment for the bees,” Sangwook says, practically bouncing on his toes as he guides Jungkook over to some large boxes beside the front door. Dishes clink in the kitchen as Jimin washes, and Jungkook is tempted to tell him not to worry about it.

Jimin will anyway.

“What did you get?” Jungkook asks as Sangwook slices open one of the boxes. Of all the things his dads love, their bees are probably in second place after himself and Jimin. For as long as he can remember, they’ve raised their own bees, and it has since grown into their own small business—both in-person and online—that now sustains them without the need to work a regular 9-to-5.

“New frames, first of all.” Sangwook pops the box open so Jungkook can see the beautifully-crafted wooden frames for the bees to craft their combs upon. “The old hives are getting a little worn out, so we’re planning to build new ones for next year. We also ordered a fancy new smoker. Oh, and lots of new candlemaking tools so we can be a little more efficient with it.”

“And this one?” Jungkook asks as he borrows the box cutter to slice open another.

“A new shipment of containers for lotions and things like that.”

Jungkook feels himself smile at how far they’ve come. He remembers when this was just a hobby for them—just two people who spent their days hiking around in the wilderness and gathering natural ingredients for anything and everything—and now it’s become a dream career for them.

Once upon a time, they had their bees just because they wanted them, grew their own herbs for the fun of using something their own in their family meals. Jungkook grew up as “that kid” with the all-natural family that was always a little unusual.

It was funny because Jungkook couldn’t have been more different than his parents. He always loved participating in their hobbies too, but it was obvious that that was never going to be his dream. He was barely nine years old when he asked for a computer because he saw a video about coding and thought it was cool. His parents didn’t understand any of it, but they gave him everything he needed to follow his passions, and he never looked back.

That made him slightly less weird at school. By the time he was 12, he was making websites for his peers (who then never used them because it was always based on unrealistic beliefs that they were going to start their own online stores and get rich by 13) and customizing social media profiles to make them the coolest kids in school.

Now, pretty much everyone Jungkook still talks to from his school days buys his dads’ products for clear skin and healed hair after burning it out with chemicals.

Not to mention their natural ointments for boosting pheromones. That’s their most popular item. They’ve gone viral for it a few times now, partially thanks to his brother’s social media prowess and the online shop Jungkook built for them.

Sometimes Jungkook considers letting Jimin’s fans find out who he is, knowing they would flood his parents’ business and support it, but he also knows the risks that comes with. No matter how much he and Jimin love the Sugarplums, there are always some bad eggs. All it takes is one of them to cause a whole swarm of issues. His parents’ business does just fine on its own. They don’t need the drama that would come with a little extra traffic.

Or a lot of extra traffic.

Sometimes Jungkook forgets just how popular Jimin is these days, even though he sees it online every day. It isn’t until he goes to the store and always hears one of his songs playing or sees people with his merch all over the place. And then when he attends concerts, it smacks him right in the face.

Sold out arenas everywhere. It’s insane. And Jungkook has never felt prouder of someone in his life.

“When is Junghyun gonna be here?” Jungkook asks, and Sangwook pops his lips as he glances at a clock on the wall.

“Well, it was supposed to be in an hour, but Jungjin is getting over a cold and he said he might sleep in. So they might just come over right before dinner,” he explains as he sets aside the first box to open the one beneath it. He glances up at Jungkook with a grin. “You think being around Jungjin will give Jimin some pup fever?”

Jungkook closes his eyes as a laugh escapes him. He glances toward the kitchen where Jimin is typing rapidly into his phone, no doubt writing more lyric ideas.

“You don’t have to say it,” Sangwook says with a sigh and a wave of his hand. “I know, I know. He needs to focus on his career for now.” A smile curls his lips again before he turns his attention back to the box. “But you never know.”

And Jungkook can’t deny that. He and Jimin have never been good at planning ahead of time before deciding to do something. Even though they’ve agreed to wait, that could change any day if they decide they can’t resist starting a family.

“You two would make adorable parents. You’d do great with pups.” Sangwook shoots him a wicked smile, peering at him out of the corner of his eye. “Just don’t keep trying while you’re here. You know the walls in this house are thin.”

“Dad!”

Jungkook folds his arms over the stack of boxes and rests his head on them, the horror sinking in while Sangwook cackles. No matter how much he loves his dads, this is going to be a long vacation.

After his sudden wave of popularity, Jimin was picked up by Starlight Entertainment, who helped him quickly

release a few singles to ride that wave. This Christmas EP, Cookies n’ Cream, was released just

a few months after he was signed to keep his name relevant and consistently talked about

while he worked on a full-length album, now with a whole new team behind him.

‧••‧

But Sangwook is right. They would be great with pups. Jimin would be adorable with a pup in his arms or with his stomach growing rounder, his cheeks more plump. That much is obvious from how he volunteers himself to keep the kids entertained during Christmas dinner. He loves kids, loves being their source of entertainment, loves making them laugh.

It would be a lie for Jungkook to say he doesn’t feel like his heart might burst, watching Jimin teach the pups Christmas songs in an attempt to avoid telling them about his own music. His smile feels contagious, making Jungkook grin like a fool from across the room, distracted in the middle of explaining his current work project to Bitgaram and Chaeyeon, Jimin’s parents.

Not that they can make sense of a word that he’s saying to them, but they are the ones who asked to hear about it. It’s their fault if they’re confused.

“We don’t understand either but we’re so proud,” Juwon jokes as he hugs Sangwook to his side. Jungkook understands why they always say that Jimin and Jungkook remind them of themselves. There are so many parallels in their relationship, how they treat each other, the way they have that same constant need for physical affection.

It makes Jungkook’s alpha crave having Jimin close right now. He wants to drag him away from the pups just to hold him in his arms, even though he also loves watching Jimin like this.

“Well,” Chaeyeon, Jimin’s mother says, “we’re just glad you have such a stable career for the future whenever you two have pups. I just hope Jimin can finally settle down by the time that happens. Pups need stability.”

Jungkook shrugs as he glances over at Jimin, who watches them from across the room, halfheartedly playing dolls with one of his nieces. Jungkook can feel Jimin’s discomfort through their bond, the worry of what his parents are saying to his mate.

“I don’t think there’s anything about Jimin’s career that would be bad for pups,” Jungkook says, giving Jimin a small smile to reassure him. Even from across the room, he can see the way the omega relaxes, releasing a long breath. If anyone can stand up to Jimin’s parents’ interrogations, it’s Jungkook, especially since they seem to adore him for being the “reliable” half of their marriage. “I mean, aside from some of the lyrics and people being terrible online. He’s never dropped the ball on our relationship, so I know he would work just as hard to be there for our pups.”

There’s a quiet “ah, well” from Jimin’s father, Bitgaram, but he doesn’t dare to disagree any further. They both respect Jungkook too much for that, and they also know he will never back down from his defense of Jimin.

Jimin’s parents are a classic couple—a female omega and a male alpha with a large family and several pups. They’re traditional, through and through, and they never understood Jimin’s lifestyle or choices or why he wants the things he wants. They try to understand him now, though. They don’t do a great job at it, but they try.

A lot more than they did when Jimin was still a rebellious teenager.

They’re just old-fashioned and family-oriented. They don’t understand that desire to run wild and see the world and bear one’s heart and soul in their music. They’re private people. And boring, according to Jimin.

Jungkook feels hands slink along his waist, then lips on his cheek as Jimin presses onto his tiptoes to kiss him from behind. When he turns his head to look, Jimin scrunches his face up and smiles at him.

“Did I miss anything fun?” Jimin asks before he lifts Jungkook’s arm and slips beneath it, draping it around his shoulders. “Are you guys harassing him about pups again?”

“Oh, stop it. No one is harassing anyone,” Bitgaram says, his tone just harsh enough that it makes Jungkook bristle. As much as he wants to snap in Jimin’s defense, Jimin has asked him to be the sensible one tonight and prevent any fights, even when his parents deserve a verbal smackdown. Jimin wanted one Christmas without a family squabble.

His parents are significantly less playful about when they’ll be having pups than Jungkook’s dads are. As with everything, they treat it like an interrogation when they bring it up to Jimin.

“You’ll be turning 30 next year, though. You don’t want to waste any more time,” Chaeyeon says, her lashes batting slowly in irritation as she observes her son. Jimin’s jaw clenches as he glances at her, then toward the cupboard where they’ve kept the alcoholic beverages out of sight of the kids.

Very rarely does Jimin drink to excess, but his parents are the one thing that can drive him to that. Jungkook squeezes around his shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple.

“I know, and I’m working my ass off to make sure I build a career and a legacy that will give our future pups a comfortable life,” Jimin says before his tongue pokes out to swipe across his lips. He folds his arms, head tipping instinctively when Jungkook presses closer, trailing down to brush his nose along Jimin’s scent gland. “I do want pups and I want them soon, but I can’t just jump into it without thinking. But the more you bother us about it, the less I ever want to—”

“Jimin,” Jungkook coos into his omega’s ear, kissing it a few times, trailing along his hairline until he feels Jimin practically go limp against him.

Sometimes he has to be Jimin’s filter since Jimin doesn’t have his own. There’s a reason Jimin wrote “Teen Horror” about what he was like as a teenager, even if his parents did sometimes deserve his sass.

Jungkook’s dads glance around their little social circle, eyes wide and waiting for the explosion. A couple of years ago, this would have already turned into a shouting match, ending with Jimin storming out as Jungkook chases after him to calm him down.

“Can you please just trust me to make my own decisions?” Jimin asks as he clings to Jungkook, practically buried into his chest as he peers back at his parents. His posture is possessive, and Jungkook doesn’t have to ask to know that his parents are the one thing that can make Jimin feel insecure in their relationship. “You didn’t believe in my career either, now look at me. I managed to do that right, so can you just trust that I’ll have pups at the right time for us, not you?”

Silence falls over the group, Jimin’s eyes locked fiercely on his parents. His nails dig into Jungkook’s chest, twisting his shirt out of place. No one wants to be the first to speak and spark another argument.

Thankfully, it’s Sangwook’s chipper voice that breaks through.

“I think that’s fantastic,” he says, grasping onto his husband’s arm and hanging off of Juwon. He smiles around at everyone. “It wouldn’t be fair to the pup either if you had them before you’re ready and couldn’t commit everything you need to to take care of them, right? You need to do it when you know you can do the best for the pup.”

Jungkook wants to throw himself at his dad and hug him until he can’t breathe. Somehow he always knows what to say. It seems to make Jimin’s parents back down—which is a relief but also frustrating in its own right, how they refuse to back down for Jimin’s sake but will if it’s for a hypothetical pup’s sake.

If he wasn’t a naturally calm person who likes to keep the peace, Jungkook might give into the stirring in his stomach, the twist in his gut as his alpha rears its head. He wants nothing more than to protect Jimin and tell the Parks off for everything they’ve ever said and done to him, to tell them how they may think they’re doing the right thing but all they do is hurt Jimin more.

It’s as if every heart-to-heart Jimin has tried to have with them over the years has meant nothing.

But Jungkook takes a deep breath and smiles over at Jimin, squeezing him close again.

“I’m happy to have pups whenever,” Jungkook says, planting another kiss in Jimin’s hair.  Besides, we’ve taken measures to preserve eggs and all that. Just in case we don’t get around to having them before it’s too late. We’ll have them, but it’ll have to happen at a time when everything falls into place for it.”

“Okay,” Chaeyeon says with a smile, though it’s obvious that she doesn’t agree with their decisions. All that matters is that she’s backing down and she doesn’t push again when Bitgaram changes the subject.

After a few moments, Jungkook excuses himself from the conversation and steers Jimin away, toward the back door that overlooks the snow-covered yard. He grips Jimin by his shoulders and turns him so they face each other, hands running up and down his arms.

“You’re okay. Look at me, you’re okay. Don’t think about them too much, alright?”

Jimin huffs, glancing around as he takes deep breaths, his teeth gritted. “I just— Every time they— I already feel bad for making you wait to start a family,” he rambles out, hands fisted into the sleeves of his sweater as he twists them. “So when they bring it up again, the guilt is just— It’s so much to handle. I want to give you everything because you’ve always done so much for me and I—”

“Baby. Baby, baby, hey, look at me.” Jungkook cups Jimin’s face and gives him a little smile, then leans in to bump their noses together. “You’re not making me wait. We agreed to this. I’m happy with our choices. Besides, I’m busy all the time too. This is not the time to have a pup, and we know that better than anyone.”

Letting himself fall into Jungkook’s arms, Jimin nods, his hair bunching up against Jungkook’s shirt, static shooting through it. The sparks make him chuckle, even with the stress of earlier. The sharpness of Jimin’s scent dulls to a calm sweetness again, soothed now that he’s in his alpha’s arms.

“You and I have had a plan for years, remember? We’re in this together. No one else gets any say or gets to make you feel any way about this.” Jungkook cradles Jimin’s head to his chest, swaying back and forth slightly. He massages Jimin’s nape, then runs his fingers through the omega’s hair. “You just focus on taking care of yourself right now. Besides…”

He leans back and grins at Jimin, whose eyes narrow in curiosity, a tiny smile playing across his lips as he tries to predict what Jungkook is about to say.

Jungkook lowers his voice so no one else can hear. “Our sex life will definitely suffer once we have a pup, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Are you?”

Jimin snorts and immediately falls back into Jungkook’s arms, but he doesn’t deny it. They both know what they need in their life right now, and no one else can tell them that. After all this time, they’re so in tune with each other that they barely have to speak to know what they both want. There’s no question that they’re doing what’s right for them.

Whatever it takes, Jungkook will make sure Jimin always remembers that.

Six years after his first EP and four years after being dropped from Primal Records, Jimin released

Silk Sheets, Silver Linings, his third full-length album (and the first under Starlight Entertainment.)

This album was an instant hit and showcased his evolution as an artist, as well as the more positive mental space he was in.

Many of the songs revolved around his ongoing relationship with Jungkook, as well as everything he learned over the years

in the industry. It also sparked one of his first controversies due to the lyrics of  “Bet” and “Served Hot”.

‧••‧

Their celebration of the New Year—once again at the Parks’ oversized home—is much less pup-focused, and it’s clear how many of the adults appreciate it. Alcohol flows easily and no one has to watch what they say. It’s more raucous, and Jimin becomes the center of a discussion part way through the night, now free to talk about his career without censoring the filthy bits.

The booze seems to loosen everybody up a bit too, so there are fewer serious conversations and no interrogations about pups tonight. Mostly just jokes and reminiscing.

Jimin and his parents actually get along this time, laughing about various memories with Jimin’s siblings and all the trouble they used to get into. Not the trouble Jimin would get into on his own, given that that can be a touchy subject. But as far as he and his siblings go, it’s all fun and games.

Once the noise gets to be a bit too much for Jungkook, he makes his way to the kitchen to refill his and Jimin’s drinks, giving himself some distance from everyone. He’s never been one for loud places or parties, often in need of long breaks to let his brain relax before getting back to it. If they were at Jungkook’s dads’ place right now, he might go hide in his bedroom.

Just like when he was a kid.

Hands reach around him and squeeze his chest, the scent of cherries and booze wafting over him. Jungkook glances back at Jimin with a smile as the omega hooks his chin over his shoulder. He squeezes again and jiggles Jungkook’s pecs around a few times until Jungkook laughs.

“I’ve been deprived today. Sue me,” Jimin says, a drunken giggle escaping him before he lets go and drapes himself over the counter. He rests his head on his hand and waggles his brows. “Stressed from all the socializing? Need an outlet for the angst? You know you can do whatever you want, whenever you want. As per our little… arrangement.”

 Jungkook’s mouth runs dry at the reminder, his tongue ghosting across his lips as he glances over Jimin from head to toe in his oversized sweater and tightly-fitted pants. Beneath which, to no one’s knowledge but their own, Jimin had decided to wear more lingerie that matches the pastel pinks of the Christmas tree on his shirt. His “Barbie Christmas sweater” as he calls it.

“You know you’re in charge of whatever happens tonight,” Jimin adds as he wiggles his hips slightly.

The remote in Jungkook’s back pocket feels like it’s going to burn right through the material of his pants, waiting to be paid attention to, to be used to control the vibrating plug Jimin had asked Jungkook to put in him before coming here tonight.

“Anyway, have you been working your chest more lately?” Jimin asks casually as he runs a hand through his hair “Your tits feel even bigger than normal.”

“Uh, no?” Jungkook says as he pours their fresh drinks. If anything, he feels like he’s been slacking on his workouts lately. He turns to hand Jimin a drink, which should probably be his last judging by the look in his eyes and the rosiness of his cheeks. “I’m pretty sure they’re about the same.”

“Don’t doubt my knowledge of your chest.” Jimin accepts the drink with a wink and a click of his tongue. “I know it’s bigger.”

“I’ll trust your judgment. I can’t say I fondle it nearly as much as you—” Jungkook interrupts himself by clearing his throat as one of Jimin’s many uncles step into the kitchen, deep in a conversation with Bitgaram.

“Oh, sorry, are we interrupting something?” Bitgaram asks, but Jimin shakes his head, his smile simultaneously wicked and innocent at the same time somehow.

“Not at all, Dad,” he says, cheeks round and nose scrunched as he walks backward toward the living room. “I was just checking in on the hubby. Come on, baby, let’s go sit down.”

Jimin wiggles his fingers until Jungkook takes his hand, pulling him against his side.

“We can go soon,” Jimin murmurs as he leans in to kiss Jungkook’s jaw, quiet enough so no one else will know that it’s Jungkook who is eager to get out of here. He always feels a little guilty that it’s always him who wants to leave things early. “I don’t wanna be here much longer either.”

But that always makes him feel better. Most of the time, Jimin is just as much of a homebody even though he doesn’t seem like it. He loves a crowd and he loves to be adored, but in situations like this, he would rather be home, writing songs and playing games. He matches Jungkook so perfectly and contrasts him in just the way he needs to.

“Watching you all night in that tight fucking shirt has me all wet,” Jimin whispers, teeth nipping the lobe of Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook shoots a sideways smirk at him, arches a brow, and then asks, “What’s new?”

Jimin’s mouth drops wide open and he scoffs. “Rude!” he says before he lets his hand drop to pinch Jungkook’s ass. He cackles and dances away before Jungkook can retaliate, waltzing across the room to his spot on the couch.

It only makes Jungkook more eager to get the hell out of here. He could be having the time of his life, but they haven’t had much time alone together since coming here—not since the morning of Christmas Eve—and it has Jungkook’s mind wandering to as many fantasies as possible to keep himself sane. His alpha is beating against the inside of his chest to get his hands on Jimin.

They’ve always been like this, ever since their first date, unable to control themselves around each other. That’s how they ended up in Jungkook’s apartment after that first date, spending a whole weekend cooped up together in the haze of the phantom heat and rut they accidentally sent each other into. Their chemistry had been unmatched, and Jungkook knew from that moment on that they would always be addicted to each other.

Apparently Jimin did too, considering he wrote an entire album that was mostly inspired by their sex life after that.

Jungkook stops beside the armchair where Sangwook sits, chatting animatedly. He’s always the life of the party, while Juwon sits back quietly and watches, amused by his mate’s eccentricities. Jungkook really does see the parallels.

“So, Jimin, do we get any sneak peeks at your next album before it comes out?” someone asks. One of Jimin’s various cousins whose name Jungkook has forgotten.

Charming as always, Jimin sips his drink and shimmies his shoulders in a goofy shrug. “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you,” he says, earning an exasperated gasp from his mother, though everyone else chuckles. “Or I’ll just get sued by my own management. It’s a gamble which would happen first.”

“Oh, come on. Just one line from a song, what about the title?” asks another cousin as she leans closer, excited for the inside scoop that she will never get. Jimin is very protective of his work until it’s ready to be seen by the world. Half the time, he doesn’t even like Jungkook to see his lyrics while they’re still in progress.

Jimin hums and sets his drink down, hands coming to rest on his knees. He takes a deep breath and glances around, everyone waiting to see what he’s willing to give them. Even those who are a little less enthusiastic about his career want to be that person who has a connection to one of the biggest popstars right now.

“The album is called,” Jimin begins, and Jungkook has to refrain from laughing, “Shut the Fuck Up and Wait.”

Now Jungkook lets himself laugh, fully prepared for an answer like that as everyone else groans and Jimin’s parents try to scold him for his language. Jimin merely waves them off, a smile planted permanently on his face, rosy cheeks painted so prettily in the Christmas lights as he catches Jungkook’s eye. Everyone else eventually returns to their own conversations, some of them refilling their drinks or getting more dessert.

Setting his drink down, Jungkook moves to sit on the arm of the chair, mesmerized by Jimin as he chats with the cousin from before. He’s glowing tonight, as stunning as when he’s on stage. Jungkook could watch him all night, plopped right here on the chair—

Jimin doubles over suddenly, a sharp “oh!” escaping him as his hands fly down to grip his thighs. The chattering around them dies down as everyone stares at him with concern. Jungkook is on his feet in seconds, rushing to Jimin’s side, who glances around with wide eyes and then wraps one arm around his stomach. He presses his hand to his mouth as Jungkook squats down to reach out to him. Jungkook can smell his own scent souring with worry, his alpha panicked about what’s happening to his mate. He can’t sense anything wrong.

“Just— Suddenly feel sick,” is all Jimin says as he rises on shaky legs, letting Jungkook help him up. He lets out a nervous laugh that immediately has Jungkook confused, especially in conjunction with what he feels through their bond.

Jimin is distressed, but not in the way Jungkook would expect if he was sick. Right now, all Jungkook senses from him is urgency.

“Can you help me to a guest room?” Jimin asks, glancing up at Jungkook with wide eyes that seem to say something he can’t decipher. “Please. I just need— Need to lie down for a moment.”

Jungkook’s alpha snaps into action, looping an arm around Jimin to keep him steady as he guides him away from the worried, prying eyes of everyone else. He swears he hears Jimin growl when someone reaches out to him, too close for comfort. His breathing labors, and then he rounds his lips to take several long, slow breaths.

“Hurry up, Jungkook. Fucking— Get— Get me the fuck out of here.” A sound works its way up the back of his throat, a strangled gasp, verging on a whine. That is something Jungkook instantly recognizes, and he quickens his pace to get Jimin into a guest room with some distance from the rest of the party but close enough that Jimin can sit down again.

His first thought as he shuts the door is that Jimin has somehow started his heat early. They always strike with no warning, and they hit hard. One second, Jimin is fine, the next he’s in heat. He always sequesters himself away from people early for that very reason, but he’s way, way off schedule this time.

Jungkook locks the door, just in case. If they have to stay here for the night, so be it. Whatever Jimin needs, everyone else will just have to work around it.

“Jimin, what’s—”

“The vibrator, Jungkook, you— Ah, fuck.” Jimin gasps. His fingers twist the blankets into bunches, knuckles turning white. “I think you hit the buttons on accident. It’s fu— fucking killing me, oh my God. Turn it off. Please, please, please, turn it off.”

Jungkook’s first instinct is to reach for the remote and shut it off immediately, but he freezes once he has it in hand. Something stops him. Something about the way Jimin says that and how flushed he looks, his cheeks red and his hair stuck to his temples. He shudders and looks up at Jungkook, eyes wide with confusion when Jungkook does nothing to relieve him.

“Not sure I want to when you’re begging so beautifully for me,” Jungkook says, and the look on Jimin’s face flickers between intrigue and discomfort from the excessive stimulation. Jungkook can sense a spike of interest in him, a thrill. His scent grows sharp and sweet, and Jungkook chuckles. “Beg a little more and maybe I’ll do what you want.”

Despite the shock on his face, the way it twists as his body jerks from the buzzing inside him, Jimin’s lips curl into an openmouthed smile. His eyes droop with lust, hips shifting on the bed, and then he doubles over again. Jungkook can tell that he’s searching for extra pressure against his ass, trying to fuck himself with the vibrator to no avail.

It’s mouthwatering to watch.

The plug they had chosen tonight is curved perfectly to fit right against Jimin’s prostate, a constant pressure to remind him every time he moves that Jungkook could choose to do whatever he wants with him. At any time, Jungkook could turn the vibrator off and let him rest, or he could sit and watch Jimin like this for as long as he wants.

“Stand up, omega,” Jungkook says as he pushes away from the door to approach his husband. He rolls the little remote between his fingers, grinning when Jimin eyes it like he might snatch it away.

With his lip between his teeth, Jimin forces himself back onto his feet, legs trembling, chest heaving. He looks so pretty that Jungkook can’t resist reaching out and giving him a hand. He tugs Jimin against himself, practically hugging the omega to his chest and chuckling when Jimin buries himself there.

“Look up at me, Jimin, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, relishing the quiver of Jimin’s breath as he does what he’s told. He can already see Jimin slipping away from reality, fingers clawing at Jungkook’s shirt, wheezy breaths escaping him. It’s so beautiful when he allows his pleasure to take him away, letting go of all control and trusting Jungkook with it instead. “Good boy.”

Jimin shivers at the praise, his lip turning red from how hard he’s bitten it. He lets it go and breathes a sigh of relief when Jungkook finally turns the power of the vibrator down a few clicks. Jimin goes limp in his arms, but Jungkook wraps an arm around him, holding the remote behind Jimin, and keeps him steady on his feet. His other hand slips beneath Jimin’s chin to tilt his head up.

Before Jimin can catch his breath, Jungkook drags him into a kiss so bruising that it makes Jimin hum in surprise. His hands crawl over Jungkook’s shoulders, nails scratching at the back of his neck, tangling into his hair. He tries to work a leg between Jungkook’s, tries to press his thigh against Jungkook’s cock, already hard behind his pants from simply watching Jimin fall apart from nothing at all.

Jungkook chuckles into the kiss, shaking his head, and then he clicks the remote again. The way Jimin’s head snaps back and how he cries out is so pretty that Jungkook can’t resist diving down and sinking his teeth into Jimin’s neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough that it silences Jimin and makes his knees give out from under him.

His attempts to push for more or touch Jungkook cease in an instant, turning to putty in Jungkook’s grasp. Jungkook lets him sink down slowly, one hand in Jimin’s hair, pushing his head down, down, down until Jimin’s knees hit the floor.

“Go on,” Jungkook says as he leans back against the wall, peering down at Jimin through his glasses. “See what you can do for me, baby.” He wiggles the remote at Jimin, who stares up at him with his tongue between his teeth, a grin spreading across his face. “Be ready for anything. And don’t stop sucking me off unless I say so.”

The laugh that leaves Jimin is just as wicked as Jungkook feels inside. His hands clench and unclench against his lap as he stares up at Jungkook, excitedly pawing at himself before Jungkook turns the vibrator down just enough to let him get started.

Jimin works Jungkook’s pants down to his ankles with nimble fingers, somehow efficient as always even with shaky hands. He licks his lips, wrapping one hand around Jungkook’s cock and flicking his tongue against the head. He teases a bit, swirling his tongue around it, tipping his head and licking up the sides. He’s pleased with himself, hot breath puffing across Jungkook’s cock as he chuckles again, making Jungkook shudder at the sensation.

That’s not the game they’re playing tonight. Jimin looks too pretty on his knees for Jungkook to wait. Besides, they don’t have much time. If they take too long in here, someone might come check on them to make sure Jimin is okay.

They have no idea that he’s never been more okay than this.

Jungkook places the remote between his own teeth, tangles his hand into Jimin’s hair again to tug his head back, then grips his cock with his other hand. He presses the tip of it to Jimin’s lips, precum decorating them as Jungkook rubs it in, sliding back and forth across his mouth, nudging against his bottom lip. Jimin’s eyes drift shut as he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, the corners of his mouth turned upward in a subtle smirk.

And then Jungkook drags him forward, pushing his cock past the plushness of Jimin’s lips, watching them readily accept him in. They glisten with spit and precum, his eyes sparkling as they peer up through his lashes. He doesn’t resist Jungkook’s silent demand, pushing his head down until Jungkook’s cock hits the back of his throat

A slight gag escapes Jimin, but he doesn’t stop as he begins bobbing his head to take Jungkook into his throat over again. His cheeks hollow out, still flushed pink, allowing him to nuzzle his nose against Jungkook’s stomach.

 Jungkook lets go of his own cock to take the remote again, then lets his head fall back against the wall. A contented sigh leaves him as his hand follows the movement of Jimin’s head, his lips tight around him, warm and dripping wet as the omega practically drools over him. He smiles at the obscene sound of slurping, Jimin struggling to take him all in and not make a mess, though he does well.

So Jungkook cranks up the setting on the vibrator again. Can’t go too easy on him.

There’s another sharp intake of breath through Jimin’s nose, his fingers scraping down Jungkook’s thighs and leaving red marks. He stutters in his pace, the bobs of his head shallow for a moment before he finds himself again. His knees spread wider on the floor, trying to give himself better balance, hands crawling up to push Jungkook’s shirt up his stomach. Swallowing around Jungkook, Jimin sinks down once more, letting his cock disappear beautifully behind his lips.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby. You’re so good. So pretty on your knees for me,” Jungkook says, knuckles stroking Jimin’s cheek and igniting a new enthusiasm in him.

They’re both suckers for praise, but Jimin lets it be a driving force in him, eager to do better for Jungkook, to take him as deeply as he can. His lips have turned to a pretty shade of red, even plumper than usual, overworked as they try to keep the same pressure around Jungkook.

Jungkook struggles to focus on the remote in his hand, turning it up and down at random to keep Jimin on his toes. Jungkook can control the pressure around him and how far Jimin takes him by shifting the power of Jimin’s plug—up and down, more intense or less, all dependent on what he wants. Every version is just as stunning, Jimin’s face completely pink now, his hair disheveled and sticking up between Jungkook’s fingers as he drags Jimin forward once more.

He can feel himself on the edge of coming, the base of his cock swelling. Jimin’s hands leave Jungkook’s hips to wrap around his knot as it forms, unable to fit it into his mouth without more time to prepare himself. He rubs his palm over the underside of Jungkook’s knot, massaging it as his cock twitches in Jimin’s mouth.

“‘M coming, baby. Just a— A little more. Fuck, you’re so good. Feel so good,” Jungkook rasps. He bites down on his lip to keep himself quiet as he feels a tension in his stomach, hips jerking forward and choking Jimin. He tries to pull out before he finishes, but Jimin chases after him, keeping his lips locked around Jungkook, hands working over his knot until he spills down Jimin’s throat.

Jimin closes his eyes as though focused intently, throat bobbing as he swallows down everything from Jungkook. Spit dribbles from the corners of his lips, a streak of cum curling around his chin as he tries to slurp it all up, the sound loud and wet and making Jungkook shudder. He arches off the wall, fucking into the heat of Jimin’s throat and feeling the wet heat of his omega drooling around him before he finally pulls out.

As soon as he does, Jimin breathes in deeply, chest expanding. He swipes his thumb along the corners of his lips, wiping up anything left before he slides it into his mouth. With a grin up at Jungkook, Jimin licks himself clean, his whole body seeming to tremble.

It’s so tempting to stay like this and admire how Jimin looks, his face shining, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath, sweat trailing along his jaw before it falls away. But Jungkook can’t resist making his omega feel just as good, dragging him back to his feet before tugging his pants up again. He turns the vibrator up once more, smirking as Jimin’s eyes shoot wide and he throws himself into Jungkook’s arms again.

Pocketing the remote, Jungkook reaches up to take off his glasses, tossing them onto the nearest surface before he pulls Jimin into another kiss. He can taste himself on Jimin, growling into the omega’s mouth, teeth sinking into his lip and making Jimin moan. The omega grinds against him, seeking friction, hands scrambling to grab Jungkook’s shirt to keep himself upright.

Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hips and spins him around, pressing his face into the crook of the omega’s neck and nipping at the perfect, unblemished skin there, tempted by the sharp sweetness of his scent. He wants to sink his teeth in deeper this time, break the skin and renew their bond even though it’s far from faded. He just wants to feel his omega writhe beneath him as he marks him as his own.

For now, Jungkook settles for working Jimin’s pants down past his hips, trying to hold him still as the omega rocks backward, his ass pushing against Jungkook. He’s close enough now that Jungkook can feel hints of the vibrations inside Jimin, sending slight thrills through him when he feels them against his spent cock.

Reaching around Jimin, Jungkook wraps one hand around his cock, then works the other between their bodies to toy with the plug. Jimin cants forward, head hanging, mouth wide open in a silent moan. He sucks in harsh, rapid breaths as Jungkook slowly pulls the plug from him, letting his hole stretch around it before Jungkook shoves it back in. Slick gushes from around the plug with a lewd, wet sound, coating Jungkook’s fingers, drips running along his hand.

Jimin cries out before he bites his lip and quiets himself, nothing but hums of pleasure and small whines slipping from him. Sharp breaths crash through him like waves, breathing only through his nose to prevent himself from opening his mouth and making another sound.

“I’ve got you, omega. Come for me now,” Jungkook murmurs against Jimin’s ear, running his tongue along the shell and letting his breath warm the pink skin there. “You did so well for me. It’s your turn now. Come on, let it out all out, baby. Wanna see you come. You’re so pretty when you come for me.”

Jimin lets his mouth drop open again, taking in heavy breaths now, cut with whispered moans as he tries to contain himself. His eyes squeeze shut, hips pushing back to take the plug in again. He leans most of his weight on Jungkook and lets his head fall back on Jungkook’s shoulder, throat exposed.

“That’s right, baby,” Jungkook whispers. “Let go. Just lose yourself in it. Listen to my voice. You’re taking it so well. So wet back here for me. Just imagine when we get back home and I can get my knot in that pretty hole again. I can fill you up so much better than this, Jimin. Be good for me now and I’ll give you whatever else you need later.”

He thinks Jimin tries to nod, but it’s clear by his omega’s scent that he can’t think straight anymore. Jimin can barely hold himself up, hands twisting into his own sweater to keep himself from reaching out or demanding more when he’s not supposed to. His throat bobs again, swallowing down the urges.

With a sly smile on his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat on Jimin’s throat, Jungkook presses a tiny kiss to his scent gland, and Jimin comes undone.

He pushes the plug back in all the way and quickly claps his hand over Jimin’s mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure. His hips jerk forward to fuck into the tight ring of Jungkook’s hand, heels braced against the floor to help, allowing him to seek out whatever he needs as Jungkook meets him halfway.

Cum drips over Jungkook’s hand, Jimin’s breath hot against his other hand as he moans, long and wanton and loud moans. Jungkook can feel spit against his palm, Jimin practically drooling over his own pleasure, his whole body thrashing for more until he’s spent.

And then he goes quiet all at once, limp in Jungkook’s arms again. Jungkook eases his hand off of Jimin’s mouth, the other tugging at his cock a few more times and earning a whine of protest from Jimin from the overstimulation. Jungkook chuckles against the omega’s shoulder as he kisses it, giving him a moment to gather himself.

“Feeling okay?” Jungkook asks as he lets go of Jimin’s cock to snatch the remote and turn off the vibrator. He can feel Jimin relax immediately, and Jungkook wraps him up in his arms to keep him upright and comforted. “Not too much, was it?”

Jimin shakes his head, a breathy laugh escaping him. He rolls his head to the side to look at Jungkook, teeth running over his bottom lip.

“You’re asking me… if that was too much,” he starts as Jungkook raises a brow at him, “as if I haven’t asked you to double penetrate me with dildos on multiple occasions. I think I can handle a little— oh.”

Jungkook chuckles as Jimin tries to step away and nearly collapses. Catching Jimin around his waist again, Jungkook hauls him back to the bed, then helps him pull his pants haphazardly back into place. As soon as he does, Jimin flops onto the bed, Jungkook perching on the edge beside him.

“I’m good, I promise,” Jimin says, eyes shut. He smiles when Jungkook reaches out to brush his hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ears. “That was— Fuck, you’re amazing. I love you so much.”

“Are your knees okay?” Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s leg, just above his knee, then glances back at his husband to see a smile on his face.

“I kneel on stage so much to pretend like I’m sucking your dick that I’m all bruised up. I forget every time until I try to suck dick for real. And then my knees make me wanna scream again,” he says with a chuckle. “But I’m fine. You know I’m used to it.”

“Well, you know, I don’t mind a little screaming,” Jungkook says as he rubs his hand up and down Jimin’s thigh. He grins when Jimin waggles his brows. “I’ll get on my knees for you next time, baby, don’t you worry.”

Jimin’s lazy grin grows as he stares up at Jungkook. “You better.”

Jungkook props himself on one arm as he leans over Jimin, tracing his face with his fingers. “How much longer do you think before they come to check on us?”

Waving a hand in the general direction of the door, Jimin says, “Just— Fucking— I don’t know, tell them I’m dead if they ask.”

With a snort, Jungkook leans down to pepper kisses along Jimin’s face, pausing at the corner of his lips and letting the omega turn to close the distance. He runs his hand along Jimin’s throat, down to his scent gland to massage his thumb against it until he can sense Jimin’s scent losing that sharp tang of lust. It fades back to its usual intoxicating, deep aroma of cherry and wine.

Jungkook can get drunker on Jimin’s scent than he ever could on the actual alcohol tonight. He could stay right here and drink Jimin in all night. Forget the party. He practically already has. Who cares what anyone else is doing or if they’re worried?

He would rather spend his night with Jimin, and Jimin only.

Jimin’s current work progress, Come Again!, is an EP that explores a new style and sound to ease people into

his next full-length album. It blends his classic playfulness and sensuality with deeper, more evocative lyrics and themes,

diving into his own psyche and exploring what makes him who he is, yet still managing to do so in a more lighthearted way.

‧••‧

When Jungkook wakes up on yet another cold, snowy day, he’s relieved to find himself back in their condo again. He almost thought he had dreamed that they finally came home after such a long, exhausting trip. What he doesn’t like, however, is reaching across the bed and finding it empty.

He smacks his lips and presses his palms to his eyes, rolling over to feel around for his glasses. Slipping them on, Jungkook stumbles into his slippers and out of their bedroom. He can barely see through the blur in his eyes, but he can follow Jimin’s scent out to the kitchen.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and yawns, then rubs the sleep from his eyes once more beneath his glasses until he can find Jimin across the condo. He stands in the kitchen, his back to Jungkook, tapping his heel to music in his head as he makes a cup of tea.

“Hey.”

“Oh!” Jimin leaps and spins around, hand over his heart. His exclamation sends Salt and Pepper scattering for cover. Jungkook stifles a chuckle as he approaches. “You scared the slick out of me.”

Jungkook snorts, head shaking as he pecks Jimin on the cheek. “Well, that’s no good. We need that. What are you doing up so early?”

Jimin shrugs as he turns back to his tea, dipping the bag in it a few times before he turns to lean back on the counter. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Worrying about music stuff again?” Jungkook raises a brow at him before he can lie. He grips the counter on either side of Jimin and leans in, trapping him there until Jimin sighs. “What happened to taking a break?”

Sticking his tongue out, Jimin lightly jabs Jungkook in the side to make him step back. “I am taking a break. It’s just… other shit. You know, this time of year…”

“The time of year when we met?” Jungkook asks as he follows Jimin across the room, over to their couch where their cats have finally settled. “I didn’t know that meeting me was so stressful.”

With a gasp, Jimin swats at Jungkook without ever actually touching him. He sets his cup down and drops onto the couch, beckoning Jungkook close. “Stop that. You know that’s my favorite thing about this time of year.” He bites his lip to poorly hide his smile when Jungkook joins him. “Sometimes I wish I could relive that day. And our first date. And the first weekend I spent at your apartment.”

“I mean, you’d only have to find a way to relive one week, then,” Jungkook says as he pulls Jimin into his lap, “because we moved… fast.

“Mm, fair. We were right to, though.”

And Jungkook can only agree. Before Jimin, Jungkook never believed in things like fate or destiny or whatever one wants to call it. He never thought that the universe did things to set people up like bowling pins, waiting to be knocked down at just the right time in just the right way.

However, that day felt like it was so perfectly planned for them to meet. Jungkook isn’t even a coffee drinker, but he wanted a coffee that day for some reason, just craving something warm on a cold winter day. He had plenty of money in his account, but somehow his cards refused to work, declining over and over. He was sure he had enough cash for a little coffee, but somehow he misplaced the bills he knew he had and left them at home.

And somehow Jimin chose to walk into that same coffee shop to treat himself to a drink he could barely afford. Somehow he saw Jungkook and knew he was worth the extra cost of another coffee.

“So what’s going on with you, then?” Jungkook asks, though he thinks he knows the real answer. He waits for Jimin to lean over to get a sip of his tea, then returns back to his cozy spot on Jungkook’s lap, arms looped around Jungkook’s neck. “Are the streams for “Served Hot” spiking again?”

“Along with “Knotty or Nice” for the holidays, of course,” Jimin says as he scrunches his face up at Jungkook. “It always does. Bitches love that song.”

“It’s me. I’m ‘bitches’,” Jungkook says, earning a bellowing laugh from Jimin, his head thrown back, nearly tipping off his lap backwards before Jungkook pulls him to safety.

There are a lot of Jimin’s songs that Jungkook loves—he loves them all—but “Served Hot” will always hold a special place in his heart. Just after Jimin began to gain traction, he started working on that song. It was his breakout year. Everyone was talking about him. All eyes were on Jimin, the rising pop sensation the world had been waiting for.

And then Jungkook’s lying, cheating ex had come crawling back for God-knows-what reason. He didn’t even know that Jungkook was dating the newest, hottest singer on the block. He just came back for no damn reason, and Jimin was not about to stand by and watch someone like that fuck with Jungkook’s head again.

“People still get mad whenever that song starts trending again,” Jimin murmurs as he buries his face into Jungkook’s shoulder, who rocks him back and forth gently. His hands drop down to lock together behind Jungkook’s waist instead, letting Jungkook pin Jimin’s arms to his side to engulf him.

It’s so quiet here after spending weeks around screaming kids and chatty relatives. Jungkook tightens his grip on Jimin, squeezing around his shoulders. It’s a small gesture of comfort, but also a way to let Jimin know that Jungkook appreciates that song and the intention behind it, despite how some people refused to understand.

Disgusting. That’s what some people called it. Disgusting for an omega to write a whole song shaming another omega who used to date their alpha. Disgusting to defend an alpha who probably did something to deserve getting dumped. Disgusting to be an omega who preaches about sexual liberation for other omegas while calling out the sexual activities of another just because you’re dating the guy they used to date.

People magically overlook the part about how Jungkook’s ex was cheating. The infidelity doesn’t seem to matter when they want an excuse to rip Jimin apart. If they want to call out omegas who don’t support other omegas, they should look in the mirror.

Jungkook doesn’t consider himself an angry person. It takes a lot for him to lose his temper. But that period of Jimin’s career tested them both. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to fight every single person who tried to twist that song into something else. Every person who tried to use it to tear Jimin down.

Every day was another person trying to read between the lines of his songs and analyzing Jimin’s actions to stir up a controversy. Jimin pretended like it never hurt him, said that it was to be expected when any singer suddenly gains such rapid fame, and that it would all pass soon enough.

But Jungkook remembers the toll it took on him.

Jimin was right, of course, and people eventually moved onto the next big drama and forgot all about their most recent punching bag. But every year, around the anniversary of the song, there’s always a few “have we really forgotten about Park Jimin’s omega-shaming song?” videos that float around for a bit before they fade into obscurity once more.

God forbid they acknowledge the many angry songs Jimin has released about the terrible alpha exes he’s had since that doesn’t fit their narrative. God forbid they withhold judgment when they don’t know that Jimin was so angry for Jungkook because he related to him after being treated much the same—charmed and manipulated by his own former producer, swept off his feet, lied to and cheated on. He knew, intimately, what Jungkook felt back then.

It makes Jimin anxious every time, even when he says it doesn’t. Jungkook can smell it in his scent and the way it sours. Not to mention the way Jimin avoids social media at all costs until the holidays are over. It bothers him, so Jungkook tries however he can to remind Jimin what that song means to him, and how no one can ever take that away from them.

“The ones who get it, get it, babe,” Jungkook reminds him, kissing the top of Jimin’s head. “And there are a lot of people who get it, trust me.”

“Love you,” Jimin murmurs, fingers twisted into the back of Jungkook’s shirt. He tips his head back to kiss Jungkook’s jaw, then tucks himself away again. He feels so small in Jungkook’s arms right now.

“Is that why you’re so worried about your next album?” Jungkook asks as he leans back on the couch, letting Jimin sink into his chest and relax atop him. “It’s not about people not being interested, is it? You’re afraid of the people who will misinterpret it.”

Jimin doesn’t answer right away, but then he nods. “Especially the ones who do it on purpose. I never hide away from being honest in my music, but I’m never this vulnerable. I’m just… afraid of the people who will use that vulnerability against me.”

Slipping his hand beneath Jimin’s shirt, letting his fingers wander across bare skin to further soothe the omega, Jungkook says, “I’m not going to say people won’t do that. I know better. But you know the majority of people will understand you or at least want to understand you, even if they don’t relate. It’s a very small, loud group of assholes who will use it against you. Just let your fans rip them to shreds. It’s their favorite pastime.”

Jimin snorts, tipping his head again to nuzzle against Jungkook’s neck this time. He runs his nose along Jungkook’s scent gland as he mumbles, “I’m about to write another song about you, I swear to God, Jungkook. I have so many things I could still tell the world about you.”

And then he tips his head back, exposing his throat for Jungkook to dive into. He doesn’t hesitate, pressing his lips to Jimin’s scent gland too, letting his own scent of dark chocolate and coffee overtake everything else as he tips Jimin back on the couch. He can feel the omega opening himself up to him, limbs wrapping around Jungkook, eyes shut and lips parted in quiet breaths as Jungkook scents him until he’s nearly limp.

“Whatever happens,” Jungkook murmurs to him, “you need this album. You need to let yourself be heard. Your real self. Let the world see you and let those who aren’t worthy walk away. You’ll be happier that way, I know it. Just trust me.”

Jimin nods, hands twisted into the back of Jungkook’s shirt, eyes shut tight as he buries his face in his alpha’s shoulder. Jungkook’s heart feels like it might burst from the way Jimin clings to him, how deeply he accepts whatever Jungkook tells him and just believes. When he can’t believe in himself, he’s learned to let go and let Jungkook do it for him.

And in return, Jimin never lets Jungkook or the world forget how much he loves him. Jimin gives his whole soul to Jungkook. He overflows with love to give, and he pours it all into Jungkook, every day. Jungkook has never felt so loved by anyone before, never trusted so deeply.

Of all things Jungkook has wanted in his life, a mate to share it with has been the most important. Someone he knows he can wake up to every day. Someone he knows he can rely on. Someone like Jimin, who never once looked back from the moment they decided to commit to each other. Someone who gives him the same security he gives them.

“Whatever happens,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s ear, smiling at the way he shivers, “you’ll always have your number one fan. I’ll always be here to cheer you on. I love you, baby. I’ll never leave your side.”

A hand tangles into his hair, giving a light tug to urge Jungkook back to look at him. Jimin’s lips curl into a gentle, sleepy smile, eyes drifting over Jungkook’s face. With anyone else, Jungkook would never assume what someone else thinks or feels, but he knows that this is what Jimin looks like when he utterly adores someone.

“I love you too,” Jimin says as he pulls Jungkook into a tender kiss, barely brushing their lips together. Gentle and innocent in comparison to the way his legs wind around Jungkook’s waist. “Now,” he lets his head fall back on the couch and he smirks up at Jungkook, lip between his teeth again, “how about you give me a little more inspiration for a new song?”

Jungkook laughs, but he doesn’t have to ask twice. If they’re good at anything, it’s turning a wholesome moment into something else.

And Jungkook is very good at inspiring Jimin.

Set to be released in the near future, Pleasure Principle will be Jimin’s fourth full-length album and will delve into his innermost

thoughts, desires, and conflicts. It is inspired by the Freudian theory of the “pleasure principle”,

which revolves around a natural instinct for immediate gratification and to seek pleasure in order to avoid pain.

The album follows a progressive story around the id, ego, and superego of Jimin

while still maintaining his open, unapologetic way of expressing himself.