“If you won’t let me top, you’ll have to give me something else.” Jimin says, “I won after all.”
Oh god.
“What do you want?”
as soon as he sees Jimin’s eyes light up he knows he’s fucked.
Those plush lips move closer, hot breath fans against his bite mark before they move up to his ear.
“I want to eat you out.”
Oh fuck no.
He stares at the ceiling, his heart stops for a second.
He’s already got Jimin’s bite mark on his neck, he’s already drenched in Jimin’s scent, on top of that his body is producing slick— for god’s sake he’s never been so humiliated in his life.
And now Jimin wants to eat him out like he’s an omega.
It’s so unfair. He should have won their stupid fight outside, he could have drowned Jimin in his own scent, could have bitched him so good.
It just makes zero sense. Jimin, an enigma. It does not click in his brain at all. Everything about Jimin is too soft, too rounded. Well, okay— yes, he’s built well, he’s ripped, he’s one of the best fighters there is, can handle any weapon and is at the top of each martial arts class.. but—
Ah, fuck. It doesn’t matter.
He turns on his side, faces Jimin next to him.
“If— if you’re an enigma, how are you even allowed to be here?” He breathes out. “This is an alpha training camp.”A small smirk curls on Jimin’s full lips, eyes twinkling in the light of the room.
“That’ll be our little secret, yeah?”
Jeongguk blinks, can barely process the sentence because Jimin crawls back on top of him, spreads his legs with his knees.
His alpha should protest but it doesn’t— it’s subdued, somewhere in the background.
He’s only ever heard stories about enigmas, never thought he’d be experiencing it first hand, but it’s overwhelming. His body keens under any touch, he even bares his neck when Jimin leans down and licks over the bite mark he left.
That hot tongue drags over it slowly, he’s sure Jimin does it to taunt him.
“Quit stalling, Jeon.” Jimin whispers right against his ear, then presses a few kisses down his neck, to his collarbone. “You’re wasting my precious slick.”
“It’s not your slick.”
He objects weakly, hypnotised by those pink, plush lips parting a little before they kiss down his chest, in the direction towards his nipple.
“It’s just— a biological thing that happens.” He swallows, heat prickles under the surface of his skin. “You’re an enigma so my body naturally adapts.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin hums, absolutely uninterested, as he licks a hot stripe over his nipple.
“F—fuck.” He sucks in a sharp breath, his hand flies to Jimin’s hair. “If I were an omega I’d never leak for you.”
Another hum follows, followed by warm lips wrapping around his stiffened nipple.
Fuck.
He bites down hard on his tongue, but that sucking sensation sends arousal straight through his veins, and a broken moan still escapes his mouth.
Jimin chuckles softly against his chest. “If you were an omega you’d be begging for my knot by now.”
“Please, your knot’s not even that impressive.” He pants. “Barely bigger than mine.”
Jimin grins up at him, the scent of wildfire intensifies.
“Yeah, think you can take it?”
Shit.
Jeongguk swallows, heat rushes up to his face.
“That’s not— it’s not about taking a knot.”
“Mmh.” Jimin smirks knowingly as he kisses down his stomach, keeps eye contact. “You seemed to enjoy touching my knot earlier.”
He opens his mouth to retort, but Jimin’s lips are dangerously close to his cock, which is lying hard against his stomach, despite his orgasm just minutes ago.
Fuck..
He licks his lips, lifts his hips up just a little, fists his hand in Jimin’s locks. It’s automatic, months of only alpha’s and no sex, he’s starving.
Except, that wildfire almost burns him. Jimin’s expression doesn’t change but his scent is warning him. If he pulls him closer or forces his dick past his lips..
The thing is, normally a scent like that is meant to turn him off. And normally, whenever an alpha is giving off a scent this strong, they don’t look like this; a glint in Jimin’s siren eyes that challenges him, a provoking little smile, a try it, if you dare
He exhales shakily, slowly brings his other hand down to the base of his cock, fingers shaking a little as he curls them around it.
The silence stretches between them. Jimin doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t break eye contact.
He shudders, brings his the head of his cock closer to Jimin’s plush, pink lips.
“If you so much as touch my mouth with it, I’m going to knot you like I’m trying to breed you.”
Jimin’s voice is so light, despite the weight of his words.
Something hot dribbles down between his cheeks— a sensation so embarrassing he can’t even put it to words.
“Fuck.”
He quickly lets go of Jimin’s hair, turns his head the other way.
“Mmh fuck.” Jimin moans, drags his lips down his hipbone, to his inner thigh, presses a hot, openmouthed kiss there. “Wanna taste your slick.”
God— this is so fucking bad.
He’s supposed to be an alpha, he’s literally programmed not to give in, but his body is working against him, Jimin rewired him, he can’t find one nerve in his body objecting when Jimin’s hands wrap around the back of his thighs and push them up.
“Bet you miss eating out omegas, hm?” Jimin taunts. “You seem like an eater.”
“Fuck— yeah” He nods, closes his eyes as he lies his head back against the pillow. “Fucking love it.”
“Mmh.”
The heat of Jimin’s face radiates against his cheeks, it’s so vulnerable, so exposing, and yet his dick twitches in his hand.
“You like to get all slick and messy?”
Jimin’s voice dips lower, and then his hot mouth presses against his taint.
“A—ah— fuck.” He bites on his lower lip, moves his hand around his length. “Yeah— love it wet, want it all over my face.”
Jimin hums again, kisses lower and lower, excruciatingly slow.
He hates that his body writhes on the mattress, that he can’t sit still and take it but actively searches for it, needs it.
The second Jimin’s hot, wet tongue drags over his rim he all but whimpers. The least alpha sound he could make, it just fills the empty room, followed by a low, pretty moan from Jimin.
“Ha— fuck..” He pants, chest rising and falling fast. And he doesn’t want to be impatient— but his entire body burns, the claim on his neck pulses, and every breath he takes is suffocating wildfire. “Again.”
Jimin complies, licks over his rim again, presses his tongue a little harder against his skin.
Fuck.
It feels good. The heat, the wet, slow drag of it, the little circles Jimin draws around his rim.
“Nngh fuck—“ He tugs on his cock slowly to match the pace, nuzzles into his pillow for comfort. “More.”
“Mmh..”
Jimin moans between his legs, presses the tip of his tongue against his rim.
Jeongguk gasps, his back arches of the mattress, all heat rushes up to his face. Why does it feel so fucking good?
There’s no time to really think about it, Jimin slips his tongue past the ring of muscle, and slowly pushes it inside.
“F—fuck.”
His hand flies down to Jimin’s hair, fists it tightly, but he can’t channel the feeling that spreads through his body— the stretch of his rim, the heat of Jimin’s tongue inside of him, and god— just how long is it?
Jimin squeezes the back of his thighs, groans softly as if he loves the taste, and then slips his tongue back out, licks up his slick.
“Fuck Jeon..” Jimin pants. “you’re so fucking wet.”It’s a bit of a blow to his ego. He usually gets to say that to his bed partners, but now he’s on the receiving end.
“Shut the fuck— ahh.”
Jimin pushes his tongue back inside, and he can’t even pretend he doesn’t like it, a gush of slick spills right out.
“Nngh—“
If there was a way to stay sane he loses it completely when Jimin starts moving his tongue, pushing it in deep, then pulling it out, fucking him with it.
Shameful, loud moans slip from his lips and he briefly wonders if someone can hear— if someone can see.
He turns his head to the side, gazes through half-lidded eyes at the door of the dorm, still closed— but the bunk bed is old and it creaks repeatedly, anyone in the hallway would definitely know what’s going on.
Well— they’d figure someone would be jerking off. They wouldn’t figure.. this.
He lolls his head back, glances down between his legs, where Jimin is completely losing himself. His eyes are closed, his cheeks and nose a little wet— wet with his slick, glistening in the light.
“Fuck.” He pants, picks up the pace of his hand around his cock, pulls on Jimin’s hair a bit harder just to force his tongue inside deeper. “Mmmh—“
No, if anyone would walk in and see this, they’d go into shock. No omega’s allowed anywhere near the camp, and yet he must smell like slick.
Worse, it sounds like slick. Each time Jimin delves his tongue inside, that signature wet squelch echoes through the dorm.
It gets gradually worse. Jimin moans and whimpers in between, slips his tongue out and sucks on his rim, swallows his slick until he’s out of breath.
He looks depraved, and the entire dorm smells like wildfire, it wouldn’t even surprise him if someone rang the fire alarm.
“Fuck— I want to knot you.” Jimin pants, eyes completely glazed over. “Want to breed you.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
If he were in his right mind he would flip them over, he’d take Jimin like he’s been fantasising about since he laid eyes on him.
Right now, he just moans, more slick spilling between his legs onto the sheets as his hole clenches around nothing. He can’t find his voice, can’t object, but he doesn’t have to, Jimin just clenches his hands tightly around his thighs, dips his head back down between his legs and forces his tongue past his rim again.
“Aahh—“
His eyes roll back, heat accumulates in his gut, and all he can do is fuck himself back on Jimin’s tongue, stroke himself a little faster.
It’s his mind playing tricks on him, his altered body begging for something bigger inside, the bed creaking so loud he can’t even hear his own thoughts.
It’s on the tip of his tongue— his legs spread wider, begging for it, and with every moan that slips past his lips he almost says it.
Knot me.
Fuck me.
Jimin groans as if he can hear it, digs his fingers into his thighs harder, fucks his tongue inside so good Jeongguk sees stars.
“I’m— ahh— I’m gonna—“
With a few more strokes his orgasm rips through his body, his back arches off the mattress, his hole clenches around Jimin’s tongue, and his toes curl tightly as he comes.
“Ahhh— Jimin—“
It’s a bit of an accident how the name rolls off his tongue, but it only spurs Jimin on to fuck him through his orgasm, that hot tongue reaching deep inside as cum shoots over his stomach.
“Fuck— ngh— fuck—“ He caresses through Jimin’s hair. “S-stop.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin pulls out right away, moves back to sit on his knees, and wraps one hand around his cock. With the other he still holds Jeongguk’s leg up, and he gets off just a hair too close to his rim.
It’s bad, but he can’t look away. The sight of Jimin angling his dick down, stroking himself fast, the head all flushed, on the brink of his orgasm, it makes him leak another gush of slick.
And that’s exactly what Jimin looks at when he comes. A pretty, breathy moan falls from Jimin’s lips as his body goes taut.
Jeongguk can only watch how cum shoots from the head of Jimin’s cock, and lands right on his rim— feels warm and fuck, it’s a lot.
“Nngh— fuck.” Jimin groans, eyelids sinking until they fall closed. “So hot.”
It could be an accident, how Jimin loses balance just a little, how the head of his cock kisses his rim for a second— but as soon as a smirk pulls on those plush lips, Jeongguk knows it’s not.
“Hey.”
“Mmh.. sorry.”
Jimin mumbles, only half sincere. Then he takes his hand off once he’s all spent, and immediately crashes down on top of him.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.”
It’s a bit of a mess, he’s wet and sticky, cum all over his stomach that Jimin doesn’t seem to mind lying in, and Jimin’s face is right back into the crook of his neck, still wet with slick as he licks over the bite mark.
It’s domestic.
Jimin licks and kisses the mark like a mate would, keeps him completely drenched in his scent, even though he’s sure there’s no part of him that isn’t scent marked by now.
There’s no trace of his own scent anyway, he smells like an omega at the moment, same musk, just sweeter.
His hormones are all fucked up, that’s the excuse he uses to tangle his arms around Jimin’s body. That’s the excuse he uses when he rolls them onto their sides and presses his nose against Jimin’s scent gland, inhales deeply, until wildfire warms him up on the inside.
And it’s also the excuse he uses to close his eyes, and press their bodies as close as physically possible.
His body relaxes instantly, as if he’s cuddling with his mate, as if this is the safest place in the world right now.
Just a little nap won’t hurt..