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Jungkook’s knuckles are white as he’s gripping the steering wheel. Next to him, Jimin sits, his soiled dress covered in Jungkook’s seed is distracting Jungkook’s composure.
He’s still surprisingly calm. However, he finds it odd that he is much more affected by a newly mated Jimin than the unmated Jimin. Jimin is glowing, blushing, leaning against the window in an aloof manner.
Still, he’s more composed than he had been with Jin. Back then, his alpha couldn’t stand being apart for even seconds, just like during his recent rut. It had been so inconvenient back then, too, getting back to Jungkook’s home with Jin hanging off his knot, so he’s happy that he’s become more experienced now. Not that he wouldn’t like knotting his new omega, it’s just that he should focus on driving..
“You never told me you had another omega..” Jimin says dryly.
“Hm… Taehyung told you,” Jungkook guesses, but he’s more curious about why Jimin is bringing the topic up now.
“You should have told me,” Jimin yawns, and Jungkook can tell. So much for the obedient omega Jimin’s parents tried to convince him that Jimin is.
“Why? We had other important things that needed to be talked about instead,” Jungkook sighs. “Besides, I have a feeling your parents only let already mated alphas court you, how would they other let alphas near an unmated omega?”
Jimin ignores him. “You’re telling me your other omega isn’t important?”
“I never said that!” Jungkook growls, suddenly he finds driving to be challenging as he feels the hair of his neck stand on end. Jimin responds, baring his neck and waiting silently. In clarity, Jungkook wonders if Jimin is testing the waters, to see how freely he is allowed to fight for rank with Jin. They all do it, even between subgenders. Like how Namjoon constantly is asserting himself over Jungkook, dominating him.
He wont step between his omegas. It’s in their nature, they will be happier in their right positions, anyway. But he wont tolerate them dragging him into this. He doesn’t know if Jimin got the message, but if he didn’t, he’ll make sure he understands by the next time.
He wants to curse at Jimin, in his mind all kinds of words that he and Namjoon usually throw around about omegas race around, but he opts to just growl instead.
“A-alpha, I’m sorry, wont put words in your mouth again,” Jimin whines, and it really calms Jungkook down. He doesn’t know if Jimin truly is sorry, but at least Jimin recognizes what he did wrong.
“What is your omega’s name?”
“Jin.”
“How old is he?”
“Five years older than me.”
“Wow, why would you mate such an old omega, did no one else want him?”
Jungkook finds Jimin amusing. He can’t read his new omega’s mind at all, not as easily as his dumb Jinnie. Is Jimin jealous, excited?
“You can ask him that, I’m sure he would love to tell you!” Jungkook laughs. “Every alpha I know wants him. They make fun of me now because they’re so jealous, in their little fantasies I don’t deserve him because they think they are the ones he should belong to.”
“Hmm, can’t wait to meet him.”
They’re nearing home. It wont be long until Jimin does meet Jin. Jungkook can’t wait, his cock is already throbbing and hard, although he’s eager to claim Jimin again. He wonders how sore Jimin’s cunt is from taking a knot, but he has other plans..
“You’ll suck my cock when we get home, do you like the sound of it?” Jungkook states. It’s such a rare treat for him. He sometimes forces Jin to do it, but it always ends up with something else, because Jin is laughably bad at it, so stale and lifeless. And if Jungkook takes charge, there’s teeth and everything painful.
Though recent events of Jin swallowing Namjoon’s cock have rekindled Jungkook’s interest in the act..
“I have never done it before, I don’t know how..” Jimin states shyly, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll learn.
“We’re here, welcome home,” Jungkook states, parking the car. He hands the keys to Jimin, probably the first and last time Jimin will hold them. Instead, he grabs as many bags of Jimin’s belongings as he can and they walk up the stairs together.
He lets Jimin open the door, and ushers him inside. As expected, Jin’s not exactly awaiting them at the door excitedly. In fact, he’s hiding somewhere, nowhere to be seen. As Jimin is taking in his new home, Jungkook steps past him to put the bags down and grabs the keys, too.
“Jinnie! Come say hi.”
It takes some time for his reluctant omega to appear. In that time Jungkook and Jimin have removed their shoes and gotten comfortable on the couch. Jimin is still gazing around the apartment, and he’ll introduce it to him soon enough. But first, they shall meet Jin, who appears quietly from the bedroom. He’s nervous, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Jungkook can’t help but smile, patting on the couch next to him, between him and Jimin. “Hmm, Jinnie, meet my new omega, Jimin.”
His gaze switches between Jinnie who is watching Jimin carefully, and Jimin, who is watching Jin with intrigue. Jin sits between them, shoulders hunched and knees glued together. Up front, he just stares at the floor. “Jimin, meet Jinnie..”
“Hi,” Jimin offers, turning his body towards Jinnie, who doesn’t respond.
“Come on, why not get to know each other a little better?” Jungkook suggests, “Jinnie, show Jiminie your cunt.”
Jin turns to look at Jungkook with such wide eyes, ears red. Jungkook just leans towards him, reaching forward to grab at Jin’s knees to force them apart. He is patient as he waits for Jin to lift his skirt, looking instead at Jimin that is also waiting, looking down at Jin’s crotch. With shaking hands, he feels the hem of Jin’s skirt lift.
He lets go of Jin’s knees and while Jin holds the skirt up, he tugs the panties to the side, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.
Jimin leans forward, hand reaching out but not touching. “Wow, why would you mate such an old and used omega?”
At his comment, Jin’s skirt falls down. Jungkook lets go of the panties but he keeps his hand on Jin’s thigh, peering over his shoulder. “Jimin, show Jin yours.”
Jimin bunches up the thick traditional skirt and spreads his thighs proudly. There it is, the slightly red and puffy after being bred cunt, tiny, peachy, soft. He leans forward to get a glance at Jin’s face, and to his surprise, he’s staring at it. His Jinnie, that would avoid Namjoon’s omegas at any cost, is not shying away from Jimin. He’s angry.
He leaps out from the couch, red. “Why are you humiliating me like this?!”
“Jinnie, don’t feel bad, you’re just moody because of hormones.”
“I-” Jin stammers, “it’s not hormones.”
Jimin watches Jungkook intently, so calculating. Well, Jungkook can’t wait any longer, pulling up the hem of his hanbok, his erection resting against his thigh. Jin’s eyes are bewildered as they notice it, then dart around the room in panic before he hurries back into the bedroom.
Jungkook lets him. Instead, he nudges Jimin with his foot, trying to push him onto the floor. While Jimin gets down on his knees, Jungkook widens his thighs, folds his hanbok nicely so it wont get in the way. Jimin braces himself on Jungkook’s thighs, he’s staring at Jungkook’s dick so boldly it makes goosebumps rise all over his skin.
“Go on, touch it,” Jungkook moans, alpha completely awake and attentive. His new mate, so beautiful underneath him. He shivers when Jimin’s small hand wraps experimentally around his cock, it’s a careful grip. “Harder.”
Jimin obeys, eyes so hot, seductive as he watches. Jimin tries to tug on it, it hurts slightly from the friction but it’s nice. “Use my precum.” Jimin dips his index into the pearls gathering at the slit, playing with it before dragging it down Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook throws his head back, moaning, shifting impatiently. He’s enjoying it, savoring it. These first, careful touches. Soon, Jimin is getting bolder, fingers pressing into the base, squeezing and dragging.
When he feels breath hit his dick, he shifts, lifting his head again to stare at Jimin. Now, Jimin’s watching him, and Jungkook grabs him by the nape to push him forward. “Anything but teeth, ok?” Jungkook tells him, and Jimin nods, “Alpha,” he whines.
Another push and Jimin opens his mouth the wrap around the head of his cock. Ah, it feels good. He tries to take Jungkook deeper, but can only get about halfway. It’s nice, so wet and hot. “Fuck, omega! Go on, suck.”
Jimin hollows his cheeks, sucks. “Ah!” Jungkook moans, hips thrusting shallowly. He lets Jimin explore a little bit longer before he gets impatient. He holds Jimin in place as he pulls out, stroking his dick fast, just how he likes it. He aims right at Jimin’s thick, pouty lips and drenches them in his cum, hips rising to poke at Jimin’s lips with his cock.
When he’s done, he lets go of Jimin, catches his breath. “Alpha, did you not like it?”
He peers at Jimin sitting on the floor, cum on his face, pouting at him. “Oh omega, of course I liked it. Practice makes perfect.”
When he pulls Jimin off the floor he has to grab Jimin’s wrist that is instinctively rising to wipe the cum off his face. “Leave it on,” he tells him, and then leads Jimin towards the bedroom. He pushes Jimin inside, meeting a horrified Jin. “Go on Jin, show him around then. Make him feel at home,” he says before he leaves to pick up the rest of Jimin’s items.
After a few rounds of carrying, mostly what he assumes are bags of clothes, he’s done. He finds his omegas in the living room. “Did he show you around?” he asks, not really trusting Jin.
“Yes,” Jimin answers, standing there awaiting, awkward in his new home. “You can wash it off now.”
Jimin leaves to the bathroom. Jungkook actually wants to get rid of the heavy clothes, but he’s hungry. “What do you think, Jinnie?” He asks his omega, rummaging through the fridge, cupboards. Well, they can have cup ramen, he guesses. Maybe Jimin would be more enthusiastic to cook than his useless Jinnie.
“You know what I think,” Jin mumbles, so quiet and far.
“Come here,” Jungkook beckons, and Jin obeys. “No, Jinnie, I don’t know what you think. I saw you looking at his cunt. Are you jealous? Do you wish your cunt was as pretty? Were you turned on? You looked at it so closely, perhaps you were fantasizing about what it feels like under your fingers? I know it made you angry.”
Jungkook nonchalantly starts boiling the water while Jin stands, clenching his fists, red and angry. “I hate you! None of it, it disgusted me, it disgusts me!”
“Really? At least my pussy doesn’t look like the whole town has visited it. What, did a dog tear yours open?”
Jungkook and Jin both turn around to look at the omega with his face blushing after washing it with water. Jin looks stunned while Jungkook pays them no mind.
“What, are we really having cup ramen? What kind of omega doesn’t know how to cook?” Jimin continues.
“Only a bitch cooks for their alpha,” Jin hisses.
“You’ve spoiled him, alpha!”
Jungkook can only take so much. He abandons his cooking to corner Jin up against the counter, one hand squeezing Jin’s jaw to force him to look Jungkook in the eyes, the other hand on Jin’s waist, a warning to punish Jin’s clit if he continues. “Stop it now! Listen to yourself. You always do this, pick fights and make yourself feel worse. Do you feel better, huh? Just calm down and let it be.”
Jin is putty in his grip, his omega instincts making him submit. With teary eyes he looks at his alpha. “B-but he-”
“Shhh, you started the fight, Jinnie. Are you insecure? Worried I don’t like your stretched cunt as much? You know I do.. do you need me to prove it to you again?” Jungkook whispers, hand now groping Jin’s pussy. Jin shakes his head, quiet, so Jungkook lets him go, throwing the noodles into the water.
Behind them, Jimin is watching. “You dont want him to apologize?”
“No, not if he doesn’t mean it. Jiminie, you are probably used to alphas making their omegas say all kinds of things. Things that stroke the alphas’ egos. But I’m not that gullible, I don’t want you to lie. Especially Jinnie, who cannot lie to save his life.. actually, lying to me just makes me feel worse.”
When the noodles are ready and they are getting seated, Jimin surprisingly speaks up. “Jin, I’m sorry about what I said, you know the thing about a dog-”
“Well, I’m not sorry.”
Jungkook can’t help but sigh. Jimin also looks shocked, but thankfully he drops it. They eat in awkward silence after that. Well, Jungkook and Jimin does. Jin is poking the noodles with his chopsticks, and it worries Jungkook slightly. It reminds him of when they were newly mated, how Jin went on food strikes, losing many pounds.
Jungkook took him to a dietitian who helped him put back some weight, even if Jin was really ashamed of it. And now, he’s starting again. Jungkook tries to put a comforting hand on Jin’s thigh underneath the table, to urge him to eat, only to feel it tremble slightly.
Jimin picks up on it to. “Jinnie, why are you so unhappy? We are so lucky to be mated to Jungkook, he’s such a good alpha, so patient, so hot, good looking-”
“You sound like a slut,” Jin growls.
“Come on Jinnie, don’t be like that. Why don’t you tell Jiminie how you and I mated?”
Suddenly there are chopsticks flying at Jungkook, he manages to block his face before they connect. Jin is on his feet, with the chair on the floor. “Fuck you! Never, I will never tell him!”
That’s the last straw for Jungkook, who also gets up and wipes the soup that landed on his hands on Jin. He reaches under Jin’s skirt to pinch at his clothed pussy hard, which makes Jin yell out loud, knees buckling. “You’re asking for it, aren’t you? You really want to be punished that bad? I really don’t feel like it, but maybe I can call Namjoon to ask for help if you need it?”
It’s enough to make Jin go pale and still. “S-sorry!” he whines, panicked. Jungkook holds him still for a moment, trying to calm himself down. “Did you finish eating? Take one last back and then go calm down.”
Jungkook doesn’t move, he towers over Jin as Jin picks up his chopsticks and forces one bite of noodles down. “Good omega..” Jungkook praises him, and then waits for Jin to disappear into the bedroom.
Jimin looks uneasy as Jungkook resumes eating. “I’m sorry your first day at home is like this. He can be overwhelming, he really resists change..”
Jimin doesn’t respond, just eats quietly. Jungkook figures he should maybe explain it better. “We had a passion mating. He wants to be an alpha so bad he pretended to be one. But that kind of unstable life must have been so stressful for him, being such a dumb omega. I think he really wanted me to mate him, to rescue him from that. The day we mated, it was so obvious.. I think he knew I’d treat him like he wanted, not forcing him to do any cooking or cleaning or anything, just fucking him good the way that slut wants. But the bitch has a hard time admitting it to himself, so he takes it out on me.”
“How do you know he wanted it?”
“I’ll make him tell you the whole story one day. Because I really want to hear him say it, too. He’s trying to run away from the truth.”
Jimin seems to think for a moment. They finish eating, and it feels nice to have Jimin help Jungkook clean up. “But you’re telling me he likes your knot, though?”
“Yeah, you’ll find out soon enough,” Jungkook laughs, “but what do you think of him, do you like your new home?”
Jimin thinks. He’s not at all as reactive. Jungkook feels something akin to a feeling of he will fall in love with Jimin, watching him embrace his inner omega, but stylishly carry his emotions. “I like being here with you, alpha. But I hope he doesn’t treat me like this when you’re away at work.”
Jungkook takes hold of Jimin, his face, kisses him. “If he does, just tell me. I wont allow it. I want both of you to feel comfortable.” He nuzzles Jimin’s mating mark. Jimin’s purring happily in his arms, his sour mood turning sweeter. “Let’s get rid of this clothing? Let’s wash up.”
Jungkook undresses right there, in the main room, Jimin watching him like a hawk. When he’s nude, he stands for a moment, letting Jimin take his body in. He even lets a hand travel across his stomach for a moment, smelling the scent of omega arousal. It’s the first time Jimin sees him fully naked. He bends down to pick up the clothes, fold them and carries them to the laundry basket.
Jimin follows him into the bathroom, where he undresses, his lustful gaze never leaving Jungkook’s. His body is soft, plump, fuller. There’s so many scents in the air that words are not needed. Jimin corners Jungkook inside the shower stall, up against the wall. He’s bold, no longer shy and careful. He touches Jungkook, presses his body against him. Sucks at Jungkook’s scent gland. Jungkook loves it, the idea of Jimin holding him down and pleasuring him is turning him on so much.
He’s moaning and whining in Jimin’s hold, but he can’t get fully hard, having come many times today already. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind though, grinding his wet pussy all over Jungkook’s thigh.
Jungkook can only take so much. “Fuck, omega, you’re driving me crazy,” he moans, dropping to his knees. There, he grabs Jimin’s knee and pushes it over his shoulder, pussy on full display above his face. So plump and soft. He grabs Jimin’s hips and pushes his groin right into his face, nose brushing the clit, his mouth sucking onto the folds. Jimin cries out loud, “fuck, alpha, you’re a dream!”
He lets Jimin take control, ride his face. His tongue plays with the cunt, probing and flicking. It doesn’t take long until Jimin’s knees are pushing inwards, trying to get away, shaking. He cries out, and soon he’s squirming away from oversensitivity. Jungkook lets him go, and turns on the shower.
“A-alpha, you treat me so good,” Jimin whispers.
They take time showering. Touching each other, but in a more intimate way. When they finish, Jungkook dries himself but doesn’t bother dressing. He’s always comfortable showing his skin. And so is Jimin, who doesn’t seem shy when he’s going through his bags for more comfortable clothes.
He leaves Jimin alone to go check on Jin. On the bed, Jin is curled up, holding his plushie. It’s one of the most omega like things that Jin has embraced from the start, bringing them with him from his old home. Jungkook climbs on the bed, still naked, embracing Jin from behind.
“Oh sweet baby, what’s wrong?” Jungkook purrs. He pushes his nose into Jin’s scent gland. Jin’s face is blotchy, from crying. Jin doesn’t answer, just lies stiff in his arms. “Everything’s ok, sweetheart.”
He forces Jin to turn around and presses his face into his scent gland, his alpha pheromones letting his poor omega relax. He notices Jimin watching them from the door for a moment, until Jimin quietly leaves to let them be alone.
“I hate you..” Jin whispers. Jungkook just chuckles. This bitch will never change, will he?