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jungkook likes to separate his life into two sections: life before yoongi and life after yoongi.
yoongi
take a bath baby
use one of my bath bombs if you want
and apply the shimmer cream
jungkook
yes sir
yoongi
that’s my good pup
life before yoongi was... tough, to say the least.
when he presented as an omega at sixteen, his father was furious, and threw him out immediately. through the kindness of strangers, jungkook was able to make it all the way from the beaches of busan to the streets of seoul, and in time, found a home in park jimin and jung hoseok.
the beta couple were strange, as they adopted him almost as soon as they laid eyes on him, but they were the saving grace jungkook needed to find the willpower to keep going in life.
jungkook
alpha
may i have permission to use the tangerine bath bomb
yoongi
why do you need permission baby
you’re always welcome to take whichever one you like
the park-jung couple owned a dance studio, where they taught lessons to students of all ages, from young school children to the older ahjummas who had nothing better to do on a weekday afternoon. with the power of trust and adoration, they appointed him as their part-time assistant, one who helped clean up after lessons and help them muddle through paperwork. it was jungkook’s first full-fledged job.
jungkook
just
it’s the last one
and i didn’t want to be selfish
yoongi
alpha appreciates the consideration pup
of course you can use the tangerine one
my sweet pup
he worked hard though, not wanting to let his angels down, and they made sure he had enough for rent and enough in his tummy. they even let him stay at their place during his heats, as he had confided in them that being alone made him absolutely miserable. all in all, jimin and hoseok were better parents than the ones jungkook was originally blessed with.
so it is only fitting, of course, that jimin and hoseok would introduce jungkook to hoseok’s old college buddy, min yoongi, who just so happened to be moving to seoul from daegu due to a job promotion. the moment they locked eyes at the bar, yoongi kept him by his side and only his side, and jungkook was more than happy to lap in the attention.
jungkook
alpha
miss you
when are you coming home
yoongi
patience pup
i’m almost done
that’s why you’re getting ready
you’ll be patient right?
jungkook
yes
sorry sir
yoongi
that’s okay baby
is your bath almost ready?
it was the first time an alpha’s scent had called to jungkook. yoongi’s smoky coffee scent was strong, almost abrasive to the nose, but jungkook loved it. he loved digging his nose into yoongi’s scent gland, loved taking in the control and subtle power that yoongi liked to lord over him. it made jungkook’s omega pant and whine in the most delicious way possible, only further proven by the intensity of his heat following his and yoongi’s first meeting.
after quite a few months of seeing each other, jimin and hoseok playfully poked their fingers at the couple, asked them when they were moving in with one another. it was something yoongi had actually already asked jungkook, the two being resolute about their bond, but jungkook wanted to wait. he wanted to become more independent, to get a job on his own and be more financially responsible before he and yoongi made things even more official, even with yoongi promising to take care of him.
jungkook
it’s ready!
it’s relaxing
wish you were here with me so we could both enjoy
yoongi
me too baby
nevertheless, on their half year anniversary, yoongi placed a key in jungkook’s hand, grinning silly all the while. just to make visiting easier when he’s still at the office, yoongi said when jungkook had protested.
yoongi
but didn’t you know
i’m always with you
you’re in my heart
and i’m in yours
isn’t that right, pup?
jungkook
yes alpha
love you alpha
the more time they spent with each other, the more jungkook came to realize what kind of alpha yoongi really was, and how he liked to interact with jungkook during their more steamy nights and sessions.
and the more jungkook came to realize how much he loved, thrived, absolutely blossomed under yoongi’s control.
it brought them closer. it fueled their hunger. it made everything just that much more sweeter.
yoongi
love you too pup
my little sweetling
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when yoongi enters his (ahem, their) apartment, he’s met with the smell of wax and blueberries. buying candles was jungkook’s first mission when he saw how sparsely yoongi decorated his apartment. they’re always lit when jungkook wants to set the mood, to indicate that now is the time for a little bit of play without the fun and games.
as yoongi removes his coat and shoes, the blueberries lingering in the air make way for another scent, one that never fails to drive yoongi crazy.
cherry and vanilla, sweet and sickening. yoongi inhales, inhales deep and dark.
(“why are the candles always blueberry? isn’t that an odd scent for someone with a scent like mine?” / “hyungie, it’s not about you. it’s about me.” / “hm?”/ “my scent, cherries and vanilla bean... the blueberry compliments it. and on days i’m not here, you won’t be able to forget about me.” / “you think i would ever forget you anyway, baby?” / “hehe. never, hyungie, never.”)
he loosens his tie, is about to toss it onto the pristine wooden floors but thinks better of it. his work button-down, on the other hand, is disposed of quickly, as is his under shirt. by the time he’s reached his closed bedroom door, he’s bare-chested, only in his dress slacks and black socks with his tie still in hand.
yoongi breathes in deep. the sweet, sweet scent of his dreams is much stronger, much more potent, that much more lethal.
when he opens the door, he’s met with a blast of nature’s sweetest lovers. and there kneeling on the ground next to his bed, naked as the day he was born, was his own sweet lover.
“good evening, pup.” yoongi’s voice rumbles, dark with desire.
“a-alpha.” it’s a testament to jungkook’s self-control and poise that he’s even able to answer so clearly when he’s leaking slick all over yoongi’s carpet. he definitely won’t be getting his deposit back. “m-missed you, alpha. ready, i’m ready.” jungkook leans forward, obviously anxious and wanting, but yoongi shushes him, calm yet stern. the omega immediately settles back on his knees, head down and repenting. “sorry, alpha.”
“oh, baby.” yoongi walks forward, back straight and gait confident, settles a hand into jungkook’s brown locks. they’re still damp from his bath. poor baby was probably too excited to dry off properly. “baby, there’s no rush. alpha will take care of you. you’ll be good for me, right?”
“yes,” jungkook breathese, eyes reverent as he gazes into yoongi’s dark eyes. “will be so good for alpha. promise.”
yoongi coos. “that’s a good boy. my good, goodest, bestest boy. no one better for me than you, is there?”
jungkook whimpers, hands balled up into fists to keep from reaching out to his alpha.
yoongi scratches jungkook’s scalp, allowing the omega to lean into the touch. jungkook’s eyes start to close, lulled by the ministrations. when yoongi suddenly stops, he whines cutely, shuffling a little on his knees to show his displeasure. yoongi simply chuckles, cups jungkook’s cheek and brushes the pad of his thumb against his zygomatic arch.
(“we get it, alpha, you took anatomy in college.” / “i’m serious, pup. it’s not just high cheekbones. there’s a whole ass zygoma.” / “hyung, i’m sucking you off right now. can this wait?” / “...you’re right. please continue.”)
jungkook shivers under yoongi’s touch.
they both feel the tension rising.
finally, yoongi lets go of his pup, to both their displeasure. “did you prepare yourself, pup?” he asks in a murmur.
jungkook gulps. “y-yes. near the end of my bath, i cleaned myself out well.”
yoongi smiles down at him. “good pup. you did such a good job.”
jungkook wouldn’t recall this later, but yoongi will always remember the way jungkook puffs out his chest at the praise, preening at his alpha’s attention.
the tension continues to climb.
“we’re going to play, pup.” yoongi picks up one socked foot, toes at jungkook’s hard cock and revels in the omega’s light moan. “tell me your color.”
jungkook, yoongi is pleased to see, does not move an inch when being prodded. “green.”
“mm? what was that?”
“green, alpha.”
yoongi hums. “oh, i love that. thank you for that, pup.”
jungkook’s eyes light up at the praise.
“get on the bed for me. kneel like you were doing before.”
as jungkook hurries to do so, dick swinging and slick leaking, yoongi heads to his closet, pulls out exactly what he’ll need for today’s playtime.
when he gets back, jungkook’s cheeks blush a fierce rouge at the contents in yoongi’s hands.
yoongi places the objects, previously already sanitized, on the bed before turning away. he leaves jungkook there, leaves him waiting, while he goes to dim the lights more than they already were, to close the door in case min holly, who was sleeping in the living room, woke up and came in unannounced.
jungkook waited so patiently, eyes watching his alpha’s every move. he knew that even though it was painful staying still while he waited for his alpha to stop stalling, it was absolute torture for his alpha to move around without his eyes on his omega. jungkook lets the barest of smirks adorn his lips, sensing the slight agitation in yoongi’s smoky coffee scent.
finally, finally, yoongi bound forward to the omega, patted his head and praised him yet again. “thank you for kneeling so still for me, pup.”
jungkook licks his lips in anticipation.
yoongi holds up the tie still in his hand. it’s covered in his scent, as he wore it all day at work. “color?”
“green.”
carefully, yoongi reaches up, wraps the black and red tie around jungkook’s head, covering his eyes completely and tying it just tight enough for it to not slip. he waves his head in front of jungkook’s face, then nods to himself, satisfied with a job well done.
but, of course, he’s only just getting started.
yoongi takes note of jungkook’s breathing and his scent, how stable they are, how consistent. when he deems everything in order, he commands jungkook calmly.
“sit back for me. legs out and bent.”
jungkook breathes out through his nose, trying to make as little noise as possible. slowly, he follows yoongi’s orders. yoongi lets him take his time, as this is the first scene they’ve done in a while.
“that’s it,” yoongi coaxes. “good pup, doing so good for me.”
when jungkook is finally in position, yoongi begins.
he grabs the first rope, lets the hand holding it touch the pearlescent skin on jungkook’s thigh to where jungkook can feel both the rough fibers of the red rope and the soft skin of yoongi’s hand. jungkook shivers visibly, unable to restrain himself. yoongi lets him get accustomed to the sensation of touch before moving once again.
jungkook has a preference for going bottom to top, so that’s exactly what yoongi is going to do.
yoongi starts with the right leg, starts with a leg tie. he initiates a single column tie on the ankle, wrapping and tying like he’s being doing it since his time in his mother’s womb. oh, how his mother would be proud of him, yoongi thinks sardonically. once he’s done, he pushes at jungkook’s shin, pushing as much of his ankle to his lower thigh as he can. from there, he starts spiraling upward, pulling downward, and knotting in place at each cross-section at the inner and outer thigh.
once he’s done, yoongi appraises his work, marvels at the red of the rope contrasting against his omega’s skin. the shimmer cream really added the pearly glow yoongi wanted to see, and he has a feeling jungkook was quite deliberate with his application of the cream.
yoongi places his hands on jungkook’s shoulders, slides them up his neck until he’s cupping jungkook’s cheeks. there’s a single tear track running down one of them.
“what’s your color, pup?”
“green,” jungkook gasps out. “green, alpha.”
yoongi chuckles, wiping away that tear stain. “then why are you crying, omega?”
“happy.” jungkook hiccups, slightly overwhelmed. “alpha is here, alpha is paying attention to me. missed alpha.”
yoongi growls lightly, leans in to kiss jungkook’s forehead. “will always pay attention to you, pup. you hold my heart like no one has ever before.”
“promise?”
yoongi hates that jungkook’s voice is so small, knows he’s been hurt before. “now and forever.”
jungkook sniffs. “love alpha. love alpha.”
“and i love you, omega. so so much.”
yoongi hates that he can’t see his pretty doe eyes, but yoongi wants jungkook to feel everything, wants his sight gone so his sense of feeling is heightened, to where he can feel every shift of the knots upon his skin, can feel the tautness of the ropes stretching against his muscles.
after another quick kiss to jungkook’s forehead, yoongi goes back to work. he grabs another rope, red again, and starts looping, wrapping, stretching, knotting the other leg.
yoongi’s quite lucky, as he’s had a couple of partners before who were willing to subject themselves to yoongi’s experimenting with shibari. of course, he practiced most on himself. a few friends were curious about his passion for the art, and wanted to experience being tied by yoongi.
however, there’s no one yoongi’s enjoyed binding more than jungkook.
maybe it’s the chemistry between them. maybe it’s the way jungkook submits so beautifully, so gracefully into the trance created by yoongi and yoongi alone. maybe it’s the way jungkook reacts to each stretch of rope tied around his limb, the little hitches in his breathing when yoongi adjusts his position when he isn’t able to, the little gasps when yoongi tightens a knot and leaves his skin tense.
maybe it’s the fact that jeon jungkook trusts him so much, has so much faith in an alpha after being scorned by others. maybe it’s the fact that min yoongi couldn’t be without jeon jungkook if he tried. maybe it’s the fact that min yoongi has never loved another like he has jeon jungkook.
with both legs bent at the knee and bound, the only thing left are jungkook’s wrists, which yoongi wants to keep in front of him instead of behind his back. yoongi decides on a double column tie, so it’s a little loose if jungkook needs to move around a bit. he still won’t come loose though, yoongi smirks knowingly. yoongi’s become a master at the basic shibari knots. everything will go according to plan.
when it’s done, yoongi takes a step back, admires his hard work. jungkook has ended up on his back, legs bound to his ties, wrists together resting on his stomach. the red is bloody against the peachy tan of jungkook’s pretty skin, fabricating a creature of lust, sin, and dreams. yoongi almosts wishes he had crimson rose petals scattered around the plain, white sheets, if only to highlight the beauty of the omega residing in yoongi’s heart.
of course, the finishing touches on yoongi’s masterpiece isn’t just the red ropes. it’s everything else too.
yoongi roves his eyes over jungkook’s figure, revelling in the way it shudders.
look at the way the omega writhes, wanting to scratch at the itch caused by the red fibers, but unable to do so. look at the way the omega gasps, feeling so much and yet nothing at all, overwhelmed by the boost of sensation caused by the sultry office tie around his eyes. look at the way the omega leaks, his cock slippery with precum and his hole overflowing with slick. look at the way the omega blushes, cheeks and neck working hard to compliment the ropes wrapped around its body. look at the way the omega begs in soft pleas, asking for a touch, just a small touch, please, alpha, please, will you touch me, will you help me, will you make it hurt more?
yoongi laughs softly. “of course, pup. alpha will make it all feel better. but first, what’s your color?”
“green!” jungkook moves his head from side to side, unknowing of where yoongi was standing exactly, trying his best to face his alpha from the front. “green, alpha, please!”
“shh.” yoongi takes a small dollop of the hand cream sitting on the bedside table, rubs his hands vigorously to allow all the moisture to seep into his cracked skin. he knows how much jungkook loves a feather-light soft touch. it’s his job as jungkook’s alpha to deliver. “let me feel you, baby. let me feel you.”
“please. please.”
cherry vanilla explodes inside the bedroom, joined by the emanating smoky coffee. it makes yoongi’s mouth water, and judging by the very obvious jungkook keeps gulping, his too.
yoongi starts at jungkook’s ass, a terrible place to begin, as it’s so close to his needy hole. at the first touch, jungkook cries out.
“alpha!” jungkook sobs. “so close. please so close.”
“shh. be my good pup, jungkookie.”
jungkook tries to quiet down, but he can’t help the small hiccups as tears run down his cheeks. yoongi proud nonetheless of his pup’s great effort.
“so good, pup. how could i ask for a better pup?” yoongi praises. “my prettiest, sweetest, bestest omega.”
“alpha. alpha.”
“shh, i got you, pup.” yoongi feels around jungkook’s tender skin again, so dangerously close. “count to ten for me.”
“but,” jungkook starts, tone petulant, “alpha, please—”
“omega.” yoongi’s voice is still pleasant, but there’s a colder edge to it. “count to ten. for me.”
there’s a moment of silence before jungkook breathes out, finally willing. “for alpha.”
“my good omega,” yoongi gushes. “i will begin.”
jungkook’s breath is shaky, but he does as is requested. “yes, alpha.”
yoongi massages the tight, fleshy muscle of jungkook’s delectable ass, thumbs dipping down, down, down as they come into contact with the slick-soaked skin near jungkook’s hole. yoongi’s thumbs circle jungkook’s pretty winking hole in two semi-circles, but don’t dare delve inside. the moment is over when yoongi’s hands travel back up to the meaty parts of jungkook’s ass, now wet with slick.
jungkook gulps. “o-one.”
and so it goes.
over, and over, and over, and over.
yoongi takes pleasure in watching jungkook’s mouth gasp out silent pleas for mercy, for less and more all at the same time. yoongi only has to spank jungkook’s hole twice for moving around too much, a vast improvement from the last time they played like this.
finally, it ends.
“ten! ten!” jungkook swallows harshly, begging yoongi sweetly. “green. ten. green. hyung, no, alpha, please. want to come, want to come.”
“so soon?” yoongi teases. “i haven’t even been inside your naughty hole yet.”
“please!” jungkook groans. “please, alpha, i want it. i want to come.”
by this point, jungkook’s cock is angry and red, dripping a small body of liquid into the planes of his abs. yoongi wants to spread it around all over jungkook’s stomach and chest, wants to lick it off in small kitten licks with the rough of his tongue.
yoongi does none of that. instead, he takes hold of jungkook’s cock in his fist, relishing in the way jungkook’s body just jolts at the sudden touch, and starts jerking him off the way he knows jungkook loves. fisting at this angle, thumb at that angle.
he leans in, whispers into jungkook’s ear, pleased to see the younger unable to maintain composure. “let go, baby. let go. come for alpha.”
with a loud moan, jungkook finally releases all the pent-up tension inside his body, and comes all over yoongi’s hand. cherry vanilla fills the entire room, yoongi’s dominant alpha scent fading almost completely. jungkook relaxes into the sheets, sweaty as they are, chest heaving and body spent.
yoongi takes it all in, struck by the known knowledge of how much he really loves watching his omega unravel like a tightrope being cut in half and falling to the ground.
now that everything has come to completion, yoongi decides that his omega has been especially good today. thus, he also decides to let him know.
“baby. omega. you did such a good job today,” yoongi says reverently. “you know that, right?”
“i... i did?” jungkook asks, a whisper at this point.
“yes.” yoongi nods, even though jungkook can’t see. hm, time to rectify that. “i’m going to take the blindfold off now. keep your eyes closed, okay?”
“okay, alpha.”
slowly, yoongi reaches out, brings jungkook to a sitting position and takes hold of the knot behind his head. with a couple of deft fingers, the tie comes loose, and yoongi is careful to be slow while removing it. jungkook has his eyes scrunched close, but ever so slowly, he squints, tries blinking, until he’s gazing into yoongi’s eyes.
“oh,” jungkook gasps in surprise. “your eyes.”
“mm? what about them?”
jungkook looks like he wants to reach, but he’s still unable to. “they’re... they’re gold.”
yoongi smiles at the pup, fond fond fond. “yours are silver, you know.”
jungkook blinks, looks up at the ceiling as if there was a mirror there. note: there isn’t. “oh..” jungkook nibbles at his bottom lip. “i... this hasn’t happened before... has it?”
yoongi thinks back. “i don’t think so. but it does happen to certain alpha-omega couples. when they’re connected by something more than a knot.”
jungkook goes for a smirk, very uncommon for the omega.
yoongi is immediately suspicious. “what? what’s that face for?”
“you loooooooove me~” jungkook sings out, voice surprisingly stable after the scene he just went through.
yoongi chuckles. “that i do, pup. ready to be unbound?”
“are we playing again later?”
“you know me too well. i haven’t played with your hole enough so yes, we will be later tonight.”
“mm.” jungkook’s silver eyes blink a couple times. they take a long time to open once closed. “ready then. for now.”
yoongi smiles knowingly, starting to get to work on jungkook’s wrists. “we’re taking another bath too.”
“hyung, i—”
“alpha says so, pup. obey.”
jungkook huffs, brattier now that he’s come. “fine.”
yoongi raises a brow.
jungkook giggles. “i mean, okay.”
yoongi lifts two fingers, flicks jungkook’s nose lightly.
jungkook, in response, silently reaches out and nuzzles into yoongi’s neck, nose digging into his scent gland. he breathes in deep, engulfing his lungs with nothing but alpha, alpha, alpha. warm, espresso and smoky bark.
yoongi, so so in love, takes advantage of jungkook’s closeness, takes in the juicy cherry and succulent vanilla. it smells like happy, happy, content omega, and he loves seeing his omega in this state, especially after a session of shibari.
to be honest, they didn’t really go too hard today, yoongi thinks gleefully, so maybe yoongi can convince jungkook for another scene tomorrow.
for now, he focuses on jungkook, lets jungkook focus on him.
as long as they’re together.
as long as they’re them.
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