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If Jungkook were to sail the seas as a pirate, his boat would have been capsized and his crew sacrificed the very moment his eyes landed on Jimin. Because the Siren look’s beautiful while emerging from the depths of the sea, with eyes not asking, but demanding the pirate to succumb to pleasure, to his wants and needs and dive, dive until air is a luxury and only feeling Jimin holding on to him from underneath, wrapped around his body, gasping and unable to form a coherent thought is what could possibly save him.
Air is a luxury Jungkook does not crave when his lips are locked with his omega, his Siren with a voice that mewls and whines for him to do something, do anything , but Jungkook is a sadist who takes his sweet time, even while his mate is in the middle of a heat.
The boat was rocked as soon as Jungkook had stepped foot into the apartment. The threat in the water was already surrounding him, with looks so deceivingly innocent, eyes round, almost fearful and confused because Jimin’s heat wasn’t due until they were coming back from their trip to Jeju Island.
The sweet peach scent was contaminated with something bitter, Jungkook noticed as he stalked slowly towards the large couch. Jimin was using one of the many blankets acting as a makeshift wall around him on the cushions, as a hood, hiding the top of his head and casting a shadow over his face.
“Hi,” Jungkook tried, because Jimin is unpredictable during pre-heat, never enjoying the slow dip into vulnerability, rather showcasing his fragile mindset with one quick jump into the deep end to keep him from overthinking it.
The omega heard the alpha and leaned his head on the backrest of the couch with a large exhale, giving Jungkook a better view of his tired and flushed face.
“We’re not cancelling today,” Jimin said as Jungkook sat down next to him, head lulling in his direction as the alpha took the liberty to remove the blanket from Jimin’s head.
The scent of Jimin is thick, peaches so sweet and almondy, so familiar yet so alien at the same time, because as Jimin looked at Jungkook with determination, the air is tainted with a fermented smell.
“I really don’t want to miss it.” ‘It’ , being a company dinner party they would have the chance to attend again in a couple weeks most likely, but Jimin wanted to see their friends, he wants to show his support even while he’s busy with his own things, even while a pre-heat is making his knees too wobbly to stand on properly.
The thought of Jimin smelling so strong, so captivating around other’s caused a wave of bitterness to swallow his own earthy scent of cacao beans.
“You’re upset with me,” Jimin doesn’t question it though, he almost never questions anything that has to do with Jungkook, he always just knows.
The alpha was ready to plead his case, even though he knew it wouldn’t be hard to keep the omega on the couch, if necessary, but he wanted to at least try communicating first. “I just don’t think it’s a risk we should take,” he argued.
Jimin scoffed, pout evident on his face even as he looked away from the alpha. “That’s your alpha-brain talking, they’re our friends, there are no risks.”
Jungkook brought a hand up to the juncture of the omega’s neck. The side of which is missing a mating bite is unfortunately the one angled towards Jungkook, but he pushed his thumb into the untouched space anyway. His palm traveled upward, following the gentle curve of Jimin’s throat as his head was still angled back, resting heavily on the cushion.
“Baby.” The alpha called, cradling the face of his omega in one big hand, thumb caressing the sharp jawline. “Omega,” he said instead when he was left without a response, and allowed himself to follow the peach scent until his nose was buried into the scent gland.
“We’re staying where I can care for you,” he breathed into the hot skin, the action having the omega release a quivering breath as he closed his eyes in submission, jaw going slack.
“Okay.”
That’s all it took to get them where they are now. Jungkook sailing the seas Jimin rule with his tantalizing essence of beauty and sweet luring scent. He commands Jungkook to dive again, further down, deeper, deeper and deeper until Jungkook thinks maybe he really is entranced. Maybe the omega really has him trapped in a song, chaining him to the wish and desire to please his mate.
But Jimin has always been like that, enticing and lighting the fire of desperation and longing inside the alpha until he worries there might be too much gasoline and he needs to await an explosion, because how is it possible to want someone this much?
How is it possible to trail the lines of a body he has possessed the map of for 8 years, and still be surprised that he is granted to see Jimin like this. This fragile, this vulnerable, it’s a beauty all in itself.
The trust makes Jungkook’s alpha stir deep inside his chest, rumble and growl, because it’s such a validation that they are it , they are one.
Jungkook’s lips doesn’t leave Jimin’s skin as he snakes down, from his chest to his ribs, hands holding onto the omega’s narrow waist, until he reaches the stomach, tongue plunging into the belly button in a teasing manner, earning a whine and a soft laugh with a whisper of “Don’t-” but he’s cut off when Jungkook licks across his scorching skin, cooling the flesh with a streak of saliva that blends together with the salty sweat covering Jimin’s entire body.
Jungkook sits up taller, on his hunches and he hovers over the smaller. He grabs at Jimin’s legs, pulling his knees up and apart before crawling forward to settle between them, chest to chest, hands itching to cradle Jimin’s face, to thumb and softly stroke his cheeks and run down his neck until Jimin starts feeling overstimulated by all the tender touches.
“There it is.” Jungkook murmurs to himself as the mating bite presents itself when he looks down at the omega.
The mark is fresh, still red inside the small craters Jungkook’s teeth permanently created on Jimin’s body, still surrounded by a little bit of yellow and blue discoloration. It’s stark contrast on the omega’s milky skin. His alpha had been careful, annoyingly so, but Jimin bruises easily, like a peach. What took him so long?
Jungkook repeats the action he had done when they sat on the couch, pressing his thumb into the space that carries the wound and like the true masochist he is, Jimin let’s out a guttural moan with a curve to his back that rivals the triumphal arch in Paris.
“Alpha, do something, please, do something,” Jimin heaves, breathless, pupils blown wide as he fists the sheets until his knuckles turn white.
Jungkook places his own hand over one of Jimin’s, a silent request for the omega to ease his tension, relax and focus. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says.
His lips seem to gravitate towards Jimin’s scent gland again, but this time he wants to do more, because his omega is stressed, stiff all the way to his toes and he can’t have that, his alpha can’t stand it, so he does what he knows works best. He forces his lips to part from the skin, leaving a last peck to the small bruise he sucked into the underside of Jimin’s jawline, before he nuzzles his nose into the same spot, alternating between rubbing his cheek and forehead and any part of his face that could possibly fit into the spot until the sweet peachy scent start mending together with Jungkook’s. Peaches dipped in a velvety chocolate sauce, a balance act between two different types of sweets that works like anything else they seem to do together. It just fits, because it’s so them. Jungkook smiles softly when Jimin brings a hand up to thread trembling fingers through his wild, brunette locks. The alpha feels his omega take a deep, steadying breath and he gives him a moment to ground himself, find a sense of consciousness where he can perhaps form a sentence that won’t sound too pathetic and pleading.
“How do you always know what to do?” The omega asks, fingers slowly carding through Jungkook’s soft strands, focusing on the way they feel on his digits, stray hair tickling his fingertips, how warm the scalp of his alpha’s head feels, how his forehead seems to be glistening with sweat just as much as Jimin’s.
“I just focus on you,” Jungkook answers earnestly.
Dive. Jungkook wants to, his alpha can tell that Jimin’s omega is demanding him to. Dive deep until only the Siren can decide when he is allowed to breathe again. Don’t turn around and search for any light by the surface, Jimin is right there, it’s all that matters, it’s all that will ever matter, his Siren, his sweet omega who sometimes feel a little overwhelmed when he starts sinking. His omega who smells so beautifully like peaches, a scent that suits him well, a scent that is as addicting as the rest of him.
“I’m ready, Alpha. I need you.”
Dive. It’s all the confirmation he needs for his lips to start leeching onto the blazing skin once more. Jimin whines, legs spreading around Jungkook a little wider, a little more inviting, and the sudden smell of slick penetrates the air has Jungkook ripping his face away from his mate’s neck to look down at their affixed hips.
They still have their underwear on and the fabric starts feeling too confining for the alpha. He detaches himself from Jimin with a protesting soul and an even louder, audible protesting whine from Jimin.
He makes quick work of pulling their briefs off and the sudden cold air has Jimin squeezing his legs together. Jungkook chuckles softly.
“Come on, baby, I’ll make you feel good,” Jungkook delivers a kiss to Jimin’s knee, and the gesture has the desired effect on the omega because it quickly seems to remind him of what he needs.
Jimin opens his legs slowly, but Jungkook has the time to admire the endearing sight.
Jungkook was already half hard but Jimin was beating him to the chase, already completely erect and laying prettily against his stomach as soon as it was let out of its’ confines.
“Fuck- Jimin,” Jungkook tries to speak, find words to describe how absolutely delicious he finds his omega in that moment.
Jimin’s breath hitch as Jungkook’s palm comes in contact with his inner thigh with a weight so careful Jimin starts thinking he’s imagining it. But it’s there and despite its featherlight weight, it’s so prominent, Jimin swears he feels the hand on his entire body.
“You have to do something – ah – Alpha – please.” As Jungkook’s hand starts traveling down, feeling its way across the smooth, hairless skin on the inside of Jimin’s thigh, playing with the anticipation of finally reaching the sweet spot in the middle that is currently soaking the sheets in slick.
Jungkook leans forward to cover Jimin’s body once again, this time however, not continuing up, instead stopping at his midsection, mouth hovering over Jimin’s stomach, breaths causing the strong muscles in Jimin’s abs to twitch and tense up.
“I want to carry your pup, Alpha.” Jungkook smiles so wide, so out of character for the moment the wideness and brightness of his smile probably could be seen as a mockery to Jimin’s words, but he laughs wholeheartedly, happily, because Jimin can’t just say things like that and not expect him to melt, and want, and wish.
His forehead meet’s Jimin’s stomach with a soft thud, and the alpha feels his omega’s fingers find his hair once again.
Jungkook realizes he could recognize anything as long as it’s coming from Jimin.
“Breed me,” he hears from the smaller man above him and the words ignite the fire burning inside his alpha’s veins.
Too much gasoline, an explosion big enough to engulf them both in flames. Jimin carried the matches and he finally let go...
So Jungkook does too.
The boat hits the water with a devastating blow, his crew long gone, drowned or killed, who knows, who cares, when all Jungkook sees is Jimin? The Siren is a sight to behold, even as only his eyes emerge from the water, Jungkook’s heart can’t seem to stop itself from skipping a beat. The Siren’s song echos over the storming sea, drowning out the waves, the thunder and lightning all waiting for Jungkook to do something only a mad man would do.
Jungkook’s tongue meet’s the omega’s entrance with vigor. Gone are the careful and teasing touches, the slow pace that is meant to have his omega screaming in desperation and more. More, more. Jungkook gives him more, so much more Jimin is left speechless, words stuck in his throat, only a few gasping breaths and sobs of pleasure leaving his mouth while Jungkook laps at his hole like a starving man, because his omega tastes as sweet as he smells.
“Inside me - I need you inside me, please,” Jimin begs so prettily for his alpha with tremoring hiccups that Jungkook couldn’t say no to even if he tried, even if he wanted to, and lock him up in an asylum if he ever says no.
“Fuck - Omega – my omega, the things you do to me,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth as he finally touches himself, strokes himself until he’s able to position the cockhead in front of Jimin’s awaiting rim.
“Say you want me.”
“I want you, always, always, will always want you,” Jimin sputters a mess of words quickly, there is nothing poetic about them but Jungkook rewards his eagerness by pushing forward with a sharp thrust until he’s almost completely inside.
Jimin throws his head back, a hand finding the base of his cock to squeeze. Jungkook laughs at the thought of Jimin coming from his alpha simply entering him, even though it would probably have Jungkook right at the edge himself.
Jungkook places a quick kiss to Jimin’s knee again before he pushes them further apart. Jimin complies as if he were nothing but a doll. Knees touching the mattress as he spreads his legs as if they were a butterfly's wings.
“Look at you,” Jungkook coos as he wraps an arm around the trembling omega’s waist, hoisting him up into an arch until his pelvis is perfectly flushed against Jungkook’s to keep his thrusts deep and hard. “All mine,” he continues as Jimin preens, nails digging into the alpha’s bicep painfully.
For a moment the only sounds in the room are the wet sinful squelching of slick being pushed and released between them like smooth, sweet, honey on a pair of toast pressed together only to be separated again.
“Too much, I can’t-” Jimin starts, tears in his eyes threatening to spill as the overwhelming feeling of being filled to the brim by nothing but cock overtakes every corner of his brain.
Jungkook shakes his head, refusing to relent. “You wanted a pup, right?”
Jimin perks up at the words, eyes locking with Jungkook’s, wide and searching, silently asking if Jungkook is teasing him, absentmindedly clawing at Jungkook’s arm as if to beg him to continue and just repeat the last word over and over again, “Pup?”
Jungkook kisses his cheek. His omega is so pure, so perfect. “Yeah, baby, if you want a pup, you’re gonna’ have to take it,” he rasps close to his lover’s ear.
“I can take it.” Jimin nods frantically.
“I know, I know.” Jungkook repeats, because of course Jimin can take it, he always takes it. He’s so good. So perfect, devastatingly so. “Fuck,” Jungkook pushes Jimin’s leg further up, hooking it over his shoulder, folding him nearly in half. “You are so good for your alpha.”
He wants to keep saying it like a prayer, a mantra, because he lives by those words. Jimin is so good. So perfect.
“Alpha-” The title sounds funny as the syllables shake with the rapid thrusts coming from Jungkook’s end, leaving Jimin bouncing on his cock until he loses his own rhythm and simply has to relax and take it.
It doesn’t take long until Jimin comes, body going rigid, arching off the mattress, nails digging into the alpha. Jungkook releases into Jimin in the same moment and his knot start swelling to lock them into place for the time being. Jungkook hopes it lasts hours this time.
Jimin pants, eyes lost, yet sparkling with happiness, contentment and a pleased smile adoring his plump lips. He reaches for Jungkook with heavy limbs and Jungkook would never oppose an embrace. He gathers the omega as carefully as he can into his arms, circling his arms around Jimin’s slim body, holding him close enough Jungkook can feel the moment Jimin’s rapid heartbeat starts slowing down. Jimin wraps his own arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, arms finding each other behind his neck, back stretching, but legs still hanging onto Jungkook’s waist.
Jimin exhales a sigh of exhaustion, closing his eyes at Jungkook’s coaxing to do so, allowing himself to relax until the next wave hits them as they are bobbing on the surface of the ocean, locked together, fringes sticking to their foreheads and bodily fluids drying between their pelvises and their midsections.
Maybe it is just the heat, maybe it’s just the adrenaline or dopamine, perhaps it’s just the small pleasurable moment of euphoria after an intimate love-making session like this one. But Jungkook can’t stop himself from glancing down Jimin’s body, eyes stopping at his stomach as if he has no control over where he’s so obviously staring. Jimin seems to be asleep, or at least tired enough to not wonder about what he’s doing, so he brings one of his hands to the soft skin of Jimin’s belly. A stomach currently filled to the brim with the Alphas knot, and he can feel himself he where to push a little against Jimin’s body, but he refrains from doing that. He tries to imagine a pup in there instead, he tries to picture Jimin bearing said pup, round, glowing, pregnant. He wants Jimin to be pregnant.
He rips his hand away quickly, too quickly it seems as Jimin is jostled and disturbed, whining in complaint as the bond between them stretches uncomfortably.
Jungkook doesn’t bother voicing his apologies, opting instead for soothingly caressing his back and arms, kneading the flesh and muscles tense from restraint and manhandling.
Jimin hums, pleased, content, relaxed, everything the alpha wants the omega to be. His mind circles back to what he wants, to what he is wishing for, to Jimin’s flat stomach. He thinks about how lucky he is to have a mate he wants it with. How rare and beautiful it is to love like this. How pure and exciting it is to love the man that is known to be cute and sweet, kind and soft, mindful and caring. A person who looks good in every hair color known to man, who can bring skinny jeans back into fashion, who commands everybody's attention on stage, and who comes running if he thinks Jungkook might be crying. How rare and beautiful it is to love someone enough to start wishing for a pup.
If the story of his Siren were to ever reach the world, if the tales of how the sinful creature caught Jungkook in his net of lust and desire were to ever be published, Jungkook would keep his finger on the page that describes this moment until the day he is buried. Until the day his body decays, until the day he can read it again and again in a small corner of heaven.
Jungkook’s knot eventually deflates enough so they can separate. Jimin let’s out a hiss at the feeling, what was once sticky and wet is now dried and crusty.
“You look handsome,” Jimin mumbles into Jungkook’s shoulder.
The omega mouths at the skin, leaving open mouthed kisses until he manages to stretch his neck enough to suck a hickey onto Jungkook’s throat.
“We should shower, sweetheart.”
“I want you,” Jimin protests, wholeheartedly disagrees on the idea of leaving the bed, no matter how gross he’s feeling. “Need you.”
“I’m yours for days.” Jungkook reassures, catching Jimin’s face with the hand that doesn’t have to hold the omega back by his waist to stop him from turning the gentle, innocent kisses across Jungkook’s body into something less pure.
Jimin grabs ahold of the alpha's wrist, fingers light and graceful as they skim down the length of his arm, tracing the tattoos inked into the flesh without having to look, a territory and pattern the omega knows as well as he knows himself.
Jungkook sucks in a breath through his teeth at the tender treatment from his still dazed omega.
“Years,” Jimin mutters with lips pressed into a pout by his mate.
Jungkook smiles. “Centuries.”
They never make it into the bathroom, but Jungkook manages to detach himself long enough to fetch a wet towel to wipe away the worst of the mess on their bodies.
“You want to nest?”
Jimin nods excitedly, head no longer feeling as fuzzy or cloudy as it had moments ago. Jungkook brings the materials from the spontaneous and disorganized nest on the couch into the bedroom and Jimin lights up at the sight of it.
The omega doesn’t waste time, he quickly gets started. Carefully going through each and every pillow and blanket, handing some over to the alpha who stands by the foot of the bed watching and appreciating the hard and meticulous work his omega is putting into the nest. Jungkook takes whatever Jimin gives him, understanding immediately that he wants the alpha to scent the fabrics as they have lost their scent from being discarded and forgotten for the last few hours.
Jimin knows how he wants his nest, he rearranges, and rearranges, and pouts when he feels a pillow has been misplaced, not contributing to the feeling of safety as it’s supposed to. He drapes a few of Jungkook’s hoodies over the wall of pillows, and then he looks expectantly at his mate who is still standing off to the side, waiting patiently.
“You done?” The answer is the act of making space for Jungkook in the nest.
“Such a beautiful nest, baby, so safe.” The alpha whispers between them as soon as he’s laying close to the omega again.
Their scents embedded in all of the soft, wooly and velvety fabrics envelops them both as they settle into bed again. Jimin’s skin still feels warm, he still looks flushed, a blushing pink blossoming over his body. His thighs are trembling slightly, hands a little weak as they search to feel Jungkook’s chest, palm stretching over his heartbeat.
He wills his own heart to slow down enough so Jimin will notice the rhythm and try to match it, relax again.
“Did we ever tell them we weren’t coming?” Jimin asks suddenly, eyes closed and voice gentle.
Shit.
“Yeah,” the alpha lies, deciding it’s better to leave Jimin unknowing and take the brunt of the scolding by himself instead.
He’ll call them eventually.
Because on the days they have to stay silent, they yearn for each other loudly – and there are a lot of those days. Secrecy, so much secrecy, so much hiding, it’s exhausting. Jimin’s heats and his own ruts are easy to take advantage off, milking the moments and days until it’s impossible to stay home and miss work anymore.
The omega nuzzles against his alpha’s scent gland, releasing a cloud of pheromones all smelling of satisfaction, letting Jungkook know how he’s currently in a state of bliss.
The scent is sweet, and so is the kiss the alpha press to the top of Jimin’s head, sickeningly so.