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“Baby.”

It takes barely a moment for Jimin to jolt awake. It’s been five months since they had Iseul, and for the past five months, sleep has been very scarce. For him more-so, but for Jungkook too. Their pup would hardly sleep through the night at first, only closing his eyes once Jungkook was holding him or if he’d fall asleep in Jimin’s arms after getting his fill of milk. 

Waking up comes easy to both of them. Sleep, not so much. 

It’s been rough. So rough. Not only physically, because he’d torn in three spots and had to get stitches and sure, that was a pain in the ass — literally —, but mentally, it’s been so taxing. He and the alpha had both agreed after Iseul was a year old that they’d both try to start going back to work, if the pup didn’t take to breastfeeding and didn’t need Jimin that severely. Iseul hates formula, though, and he’s attached at the hip with the omega for everything. It definitely put a damper on those plans. 

That’s not to say he doesn’t like Jungkook, their baby adores his father, but since he’s still basically an infant he needs Jimin for things that Jungkook obviously can’t do. And the omega wouldn’t ask for him to do those things regardless, he’s always known what being a mother would be like, but he’d never accounted for how postpartum could make him feel so alien in his own body. 

He tries his best to ignore it. It’s at its worst when he’s home alone, and even though Jungkook is with them most of the time, when he leaves, Jimin just finds it so hard. He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, he gave birth to their pup, for god’s sake, he’s his mother. And yet every time Iseul starts crying Jimin almost wants to burst into tears too because he still doesn’t know how to work this whole thing. 

Jimin smacks his lips together a handful of times before his eyes open, groggy and fighting off sleep. Immediately his grip on Iseul, who is still laying asleep in his arms, tightens. “Hi,” he whispers into the darkness of the room. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Jungkook looks good. He always does. He smells good too, sandalwood and the scent of his aftershave after he’d shaved that morning. It’s that mouthwatering alphan scent that the omega goes crazy for, but now he just feels inadequate, not wanting to seem desperate and pull the alpha into a kiss when he’s a mess, dressed in an old, ratty t-shirt, his hair unwashed, the blonde needing to be redyed desperately. 

He’s pretty sure he’s got baby vomit on him somewhere too, probably. And it doesn’t help that his chest is still on display from where Iseul had been eating. It makes him feel so self-conscious that he quickly pulls the loose shirt back up to his neck, and Jungkook’s eyes narrow at the action, but he stays quiet. He doesn’t mention it at all, only rolling up his dress shirt sleeves and undoing his belt before he sighs in relief. 

The alpha had gone for drinks with some of his team, along with Namjoon and Hoseok. Jimin had been the one to suggest that he go. Jungkook was against it at first but the omega hates feeling like a child and he doesn’t like being coddled even though he knows that the alpha lives for that, but Jimin is a fully capable adult. He’s fine taking care of his own child for a couple of hours. It’s what he’s been doing for the past five months anyway. 

He can’t let Jungkook do everything. It’s not fair, and it’s also not practical. One day, Jungkook will go back into that ring like most of his boxer friends do immediately after, considering they weren’t the ones giving birth to a baby, and Jimin will stay where he is. He’s going to stay just as Iseul’s mother, and if he sucks at that too, then what can he do?

“That’s okay,” the alpha croons, comforting. His finger comes to touch Iseul’s ever-growing hair. It’s curly now, dark like Jungkook’s own. He looks so much like him it still baffles Jimin. It makes him so fond it’s ridiculous but he’d always known he’d want their pup to look like his mate. There’s some features that aren’t Jungkook’s, sure, but the pup’s basically stolen his face. “You’re tired. I get it. Did he eat?”

Jimin nods, and when Jungkook reaches for the pup he easily hands him over. It’s a sweet sight, one for sore eyes, surely, when the alpha has his pup in his arms. The omega couldn’t get enough of it even if he was on his deathbed. His omega vehemently agrees, a primal sort of happiness coursing through his body at seeing his alpha hold their baby. Jungkook places a soft kiss onto Iseul’s chubby cheek, cuddling into him and leaving more of his scent as if to ward off anyone who would consider holding the baby. 

It’s ridiculous, but something about it still makes Jimin’s stomach twist in a way that makes him want to rub his thighs together. 

He doesn’t allow himself to feel that, though. He never does. He’d never let Jungkook see him naked while he’s like this, either, so it’s a pointless feeling. There are stretchmarks where stretchmarks weren’t before and there is loose skin and just— it’s not pretty. Not to him, anyway. It’s not what the alpha is used to and it’s not what Jimin is used to either. He wants to get rid of all of that and he will, just as soon as Iseul is a bit more grown up. 

“Baby,” Jungkook calls before the omega can wrap himself up into the dark tendrils of the monster in his mind. He quickly shakes it off, listening intently to what the alpha has to say. Jungkook’s eyes stare him down with intent, a furrow between his brows that says, I know what you’re doing. Jimin despises it. “Want me to put him to sleep here or take him to the nursery?”

It’s sweet of Jungkook to ask, but it would be weird not to considering Jimin has had literal breakdowns over their pup not being right next to them once he was really early on in his postpartum. The alpha never purposefully took him away like the omega’s emotional mind made him think, sometimes he just wanted him to get a good night’s sleep, especially while their mothers were both still staying over, when they had the help they needed. 

Because, ultimately, Jungkook cares. He’s a good man. A great alpha. And an amazing father at that. He does all of it so effortlessly, and Jimin can tell he’s been missing him lately. He can tell by that longing look in the alpha’s doe eyes whenever the omega tries to evade his touches. He’s never forceful, of course not, and until Jimin was completely healed Jungkook had only touched him to comfort and to help. 

To massage him, to go put omega pads in his underwear when he’d been bleeding. To help him pump his milk and to hold his hand through it when it felt awful, his omega confused as to why they were just wasting food for their pup like this. They weren’t, but that side of him hardly understood how a refrigerator worked. 

Jungkook never pried. He’d never made Jimin show more than he wanted to and he never tried to sneak a peek at him while helping him bathe. Ever. 

Jimin has an inkling that the alpha simply knows. He knows his omega is hiding from him for a reason, and it’s likely that he doesn’t want to upset Jimin further by demanding something from him. Jungkook isn’t that kind of alpha. He cares about their child and Jimin’s wellbeing first and foremost. But, now that Jimin is healed, and Iseul sleeps for hours that could be considered normal, it’s natural that he wants it. 

Sex. He wants sex. 

It’s the same thing Jimin wants when he sees him handle their pup so effortlessly, like he’s been doing this his entire life. Such a tiny thing in his big, tattooed arms. A thing they made together. 

“The nursery’s fine,” the omega hums absentmindedly. He quickly remembers to add. “Just don’t forget to turn on the baby monitor. And if he wakes up hungry again, just let me know—”

“—So you can come and feed him, I know,” Jungkook finishes off with a knowing smile. Jimin flushes. They’ve been together for so long at this point that it’s only natural that the alpha knows him to the core, but it still surprises him sometimes. The younger gets up from the bed stealthily, pup in arms. “Need anything else while I’m on my feet?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I should change,” he says instead, sighing as his head leans back against the spacious headboard of their bed. Jungkook’s sandalwood scent perks up at that. The omega’s eyebrows shoot up high onto his forehead. “Not like— like… that,” he quickly explains, stumbling over his words even though he knows the alpha can’t help the reaction. “I have milk and baby vomit all over me. I look awful.”

“You look beautiful,” the alpha says without skipping a beat, so earnest and honest it’s hard not to believe every word coming out of his mouth. His eyes speak the truth and so does his scent in the air, holding nothing but admiration and love and even attraction. Jimin can’t fathom it. How can he want him even now? Just how? The omega doesn’t even want himself. “I mean it, baby. You’re perfect. Especially right now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin brushes him off with a smile, waving his claims off. The smile feels sour on his face. “Let’s not lie, alpha. Just take our son to bed and I’ll get more presentable.”

“You don’t have to be presentable for me,” the younger grumbles under his breath but the omega still catches it even as he walks away and opens the door to their bedroom before turning to him one last time with a hopeful look on his face. “Are you going to let me hold you to sleep today? At least? Don’t I deserve it after being away from you for these long and excruciating two hours?” He pleads with a frown. 

It’s a cute show, Jimin will give him that. But it’s also something so simple that he just can’t deny him. He won’t. It’s only cuddling. It’s alright, and he knows the alpha won’t touch him beyond what he allows. It’s not like they don’t cuddle subconsciously while asleep. It happens all of the time, and in the mornings it’s extremely difficult to get out of his alpha’s strong arms. Jimin feels like a noodle with how much he’s not been able to go to the gym lately, making his mate seem that much more strong. 

“You deserve it,” the omega sighs, confirming. Jungkook’s childish behavior manages to pull a smile onto his face and he can’t even hide it. It makes the alpha smile back at him with a toothy grin. He’s happy. He’s happy from such a small thing. Jimin feels like an utter asshole from depriving him of what is, well, his. He’s Jungkook’s just as much as Jungkook is his. And it must hurt that his omega constantly pulls away from him. “And grab a bottle of water from the fridge, maybe? He drained me out before falling asleep.”

“Okay,” he nods. “You’re not hungry? Shouldn’t you eat after feeding him?”

He should. It’s an unwritten rule and Jungkook is merely asking to be polite. Iseul takes a lot of energy out of him and he needs that energy to literally function and make food for him, but food for himself just feels… very distant right now. He almost starts to shake his head at the alpha’s question before his mate’s scent turns spiced with anger just at the omega’s reaction to the question. 

“Jimin,” Jungkook grunts, low and dark. His eyes narrow and it’s not that he’s angry, not quite, just— worried, possessive, and instinctually wanting to feed his omega so he’s healthy and plump. There’s nothing he can do to stop his reaction. It looks ridiculous while he’s holding such a small baby in his arms, and Jimin almost wants to laugh but he can’t. Not when his heart feels so heavy at disappointing his alpha. Again. “You’re going to eat something. Please, baby. You’ve gotta—”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll eat. I’m just not that hungry.”  Jimin is quick to defend. It’s the truth, however odd it may sound. His appetite has been nonexistent, even more-so when he sees the way his belly puffs out in the mirror. He knows it’s only his literal uterus coming back into place and that it’s normal and that it takes a while for everything to function the way it did, especially with the first child, but he hates it. He hates it all. It’s so wildly uncomfortable to live with it. 

Even if it brought him Iseul, and so much happiness to the both of them with that. He only wishes it’d left his body and his mind the same. He didn’t hate being pregnant, not at all, but now… It’s different when you’ve got a cute little belly and everyone coos at it versus when you’re left with the consequences of growing a pup that everyone expects you to fix within the first year of that same pup being born. Entirely different. 

Jungkook sighs before sheepishly smiling at him as he leaves the room, pup in one hand and the doorknob in the other. “We’ll eat together, okay? I’m hungry too. I didn’t drink anything but soda and now I want something greasy as fuck to eat.”

“You didn’t drink?” Jimin questions, raising an eyebrow. The alpha is by no means an avid drinker but the plan was for him to relax by going out, and the omega assumed that would include at least a drink or two, to calm his nerves if anything.

It’s the first time he’d gone out on his own without him and Iseul in five months, so it seemed obvious to the older that he’d let loose a little bit, to get the stress off his shoulders. 

“Why would I?” The alpha frowns, the furrow between his brows reappearing. Iseul looks like that when he eats, all angry and focused. Jimin almost wants to laugh at the uncanny resemblance. “I’m coming home to the two of you. And since I got my break, you deserve yours too. Even if it’s just me bringing him to our room if he’s hungry or going to change his diaper.”

The omega’s heart swells in his chest. His alpha always knows what to say. He’s so perfect that Jimin actually aches that he has to deal with him right now. Him and his insecurities and his shying away from any affection and the mood swings and, sometimes, he almost thinks Jungkook deserves a better omega. 

That makes him want to curl up into a ball and cry, though, so he tries to put those thoughts in a drawer far away in his mind that he hopes never to open again. But it resurfaces every now and then. Especially because he’s not the greatest mate by any means— he isn’t an amazing mother, he hasn’t got a hold on these things yet, his body’s, well, still barely recovered, and he doesn’t offer up much for the alpha in terms of them being mates. 

There’s a constant lump in his throat when he thinks about these things, when he wonders just how Jungkook finds it in himself to stay. His other friends, omega friends that have already had babies, they healed impeccably in no amount of time. And all of them weren’t insecure about their body, weren’t scared to do it with their alphas again, so it feels entirely more isolating that way. Especially because it’s not that he doesn’t want to connect with Jungkook in that way again, it’s that he’s scared the alpha will see him and won’t be attracted to him anymore. 

It’s easier like this, even if it makes Jungkook even more deprived. It’s obvious in the mornings, how affected he is, when he thinks Jimin is asleep and he snuggles against his back, inhaling Jimin’s sweetly-milky pheromones, peppering light kisses along his collarbone or anywhere he can reach. He’s desperate to have him again, but the omega fears he doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. 

Iseul begins to stir in his arms, and his father’s eyes are immediately on him, bouncing him lightly in his arms while Jimin watches. “Shh, littlest love. It’s alright. Daddy’s just talking to mommy. Let’s get you back to sleep.”

The pup goes back to slumber immediately once he’s able to smell Jungkook’s pheromones. He nuzzles into his chest with his little nose and, god, Jimin adores them. He adores them both. His eyes well up with emotion and it’s hard to contain his tears, but then the alpha goes into the direction of the nursery and he can safely let a little sob slip out of him, his chest shaking with the force of it. 

It’s quiet, but to his ears it’s as loud as an explosion, and it feels entirely like one. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, frantically wiping his tears as fast as they come into contact with his skin.

He misses everything. He misses Jungkook’s touch and he misses, as embarrassing as it is, his cock and his knot and everything they used to do and he wishes he could just let him. He wishes he wasn’t a mess and that he’d bounced back into his old self without any trouble and then this would all be so easy. 

He can’t wallow in his pity the whole time, though, so he gets up. Jimin gets up from his comfy bed and his comfy sheets and his nest, and he goes to their laundry hamper and picks out the black t-shirt Jungkook wore yesterday, taking his own off and replacing it with that soothing sandalwood scent easily. The shirt itself is tight on the alpha, but on him it falls to his thighs. It’s comforting, and he does this most nights. Jungkook never teases him about it though normally he would, but now he revels in it. 

The omega considers pulling on a pair of the alpha’s sweatpants to go along with it, but it’s fine. He’ll be too hot, the younger runs like a furnace once he’s under the covers with him, and it would be hard to find a pair of his sweatpants that wouldn’t fall to his knees. Panties will do for now, as the shirt covers his hips. 

Just as he returns back to their bed, Jungkook holds the door open with his foot, carrying a tray with some kind of takeout on it, and a cold bottle of water, fogging up from the change in temperature. He closes the door behind him before setting the tray on his bedside table. His scent sweetens upon seeing Jimin in one of his shirts, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Like he doesn’t want Jimin to know he’s happy because of it, as if he’d stop doing it after he was aware.  

Jungkook starts unbuttoning his own shirt, throwing it in the direction of their laundry hamper and somehow managing to land it there. He pumps his fist in the air at that, and it pulls a giggle out of Jimin. The alpha’s bunny teeth make an appearance as he bites his lower lip, clearly beyond satisfied with making his omega laugh. He unbuttons his pants then, and like the polite boy he is, he folds them up at the ottoman sitting at the foot of their bed. 

It takes everything in Jimin not to salivate at the sight of him. He’s so strong and muscled and those goddamn tattoos take the omega into another orbit with just seeing them. Those tattooed hands used to permanently reside on his hips, holding him down so he could take the younger’s knot. 

Just thinking about Jungkook’s knot, just the thought of it, makes his scent ripen in the air. That really gets the alpha licking his lips, his eyes darkening with desire like he’s a wolf on the prowl. 

He controls it, though. He always does. Not if Jimin hasn’t given him explicit permission. He’s always done that, but even more now after he’s given birth. Jimin is sure he’s aware that omegas are sensitive after, that their hormones are a wreck, and he’s always been thoughtful enough that he doesn’t push. Not unless it’s something he demands for the omega’s wellbeing, like making him eat after breastfeeding their son. That’s something that is non-negotiable, even if it must be past midnight now. 

Jungkook joins him in bed right after, sidling close to his side and bringing the tray over and onto his lap. He opens the takeout box to reveal its contents, and the smell wafting through the room makes Jimin salivate, his tummy beginning to rumble. He hadn’t even realized he was hungry but now he feels ravenous. 

“Spicy fried chicken,” the alpha says, as if it’s not obvious. He offers the older the biggest piece out of the box along with a napkin. But he doesn’t let the omega take it, no, he simply holds it so Jimin can eat from his hands. It’s some kind of alpha thing and he’s so sure it is, but he indulges him nonetheless. “It’s your favorite. I stopped by that place we always go to before coming home.”

“Thank you,” the omega sighs blissfully, before moving in closer and letting the alpha feed him the piece of chicken. The spice makes his eyes water, but the softness and the taste makes him gobble the whole drumstick in all but a flash. Jungkook doesn’t judge him for it. He feeds him and he looks proud of it, like there’s nothing that makes him happier than seeing Jimin munch on food that makes his lips swell up thrice their size and his cheeks puff up. 

“Stop staring,” the older flushes at some point, looking down as he finishes chewing his last bite of chicken, unable to meet the alpha’s gaze. Jungkook’s doe eyes follow his every move and he looks at him with such softness it’s baffling. Jimin doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it, but even still, his omegan side revels in it, happy to get attention from their alpha, even if it’s borderline creepy. 

Jungkook loves him. That much is obvious even in his anxiety-ridden mind, and he wouldn’t dare think otherwise. Even if it is hard. The alpha would somehow crawl inside his mind and eradicate those thoughts from existence if he could, Jimin is sure of it. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook shrugs, licking the sauce off his fingers and setting the takeout box onto his nightstand. Jimin immediately rolls his eyes, scoffing, so obviously unbelieving that the alpha actually thinks that way. He loves him, yes, but Jimin doesn’t see how anyone can find him pretty at this moment. The alpha playfully growls, the tiniest bit serious, before laying his head onto the crook of his neck like a pup. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re my omega, and you’re the most beautiful one out there.”

“I just ate what is probably a kilogram of spicy fried chicken,” Jimin deadpans, facing the alpha with a look that he can’t really see, considering he’s hiding in the safety of his scent gland. Instead, he chooses to flick his nape at his ridiculousness. “I’m puffy and I’m swollen and my stomach feels like it’s about to explode. So sexy.” He mocks. 

The alpha rises from his spot, looks at him with complete seriousness in his eyes, and he faces Jimin with a question. “You seriously don’t believe that I find you sexy right now?”

The omega scoffs yet again, throwing his hands in the air. “Jungkook. I’m… a mess. You’ve gotta realize that.”

“Elaborate,” Jungkook persists, raising a curious eyebrow and then leaning on his hands, almost plopping his head right onto the older’s lap. 

Jimin hates to do this, he really does. He doesn’t want Jungkook to have to hear all of this, and he certainly doesn’t want to bring attention to the parts the alpha truly might have not noticed.

In his mind, though, he imagines the younger has just made his peace with it. Like he’s okay with having a mate he’s not all that attracted to anymore and if they have sex, it’ll only be for making more babies and then in the end he’ll just be a used up shell of himself—

He doesn’t tell Jungkook that. The thought stays in his mind, creeping and waiting for its chance to attack. The alpha reaches out a hand towards him and rubs his knuckle with his thumb, his doe eyes comforting and soft. 

“C’mon, tell me. I deserve to know.”

“Well,” he huffs, before putting his hand up and making a show of counting down his list of insecurities. “I’ve still got all my baby weight, for one. And… I’ve gotten so many stretchmarks that weren’t there before. On my tummy, and on my chest, too, and it’s so— it’s— ugly. And then there’s the fact—”

“Slow down,” Jungkook warns, but the expression on his face makes the omega quickly realize he’s made him upset. It’s that expression he gets whenever Jimin pulls away from him, too, whenever he just leaves after they share an intimate kiss, one that would usually lead to more. “Baby, you gave birth not even a year ago. Our child still fits in one of my hands. How could you possibly— no, why would you even need to lose weight? You don’t need to. There’s no reason for it.”

There are tears prickling Jimin’s eyes out of sheer frustration or out of sadness that he knows Jungkook is lying. He’s convinced of the fact even if his heartbeat doesn’t speed up, even if his scent remains completely normal as if he’s telling the truth. 

“How,” his voice cracks as the word leaves his mouth. “How can you say that? All my friends went back to normal immediately. They look as they did before. And I know you don’t find the fact that I’m just— fucking soft all over attractive. I’m a dancer, Jungkook. I’ve been a dancer my whole life. I’ve never looked like this.”

His mouth feels dry as cotton as he airs all his concerns out. It’s the first time he’s opening up to his alpha about any of this, and although he’s sure that Jungkook knew or at least assumed some of it, it’s obvious by the surprise on his face that he didn’t expect Jimin to break down as he is now. 

The alpha sits up on the bed, a stern look on his face, and he opens his arms, calling out for the older. “Come here,” he commands, but Jimin shakes his head. He doesn’t want Jungkook to see him cry over something so minuscule and superficial. Jungkook cocks his head, and he tries again, his scent much stronger in the room this time, protective alpha pheromones spreading. “Jimin. Come here. I won’t ask you again.”

Jimin listens to him. Not only because it’s hard to say no to the man he loves, but also because he needs him. He needs his alpha, and he needs to be held. He needs to cry because it’s been so long since he’s allowed himself to be so vulnerable in front of anyone else, not even Jungkook. Even if it is absolutely humiliating to admit, as his mate is younger than him, Jungkook takes care of him in ways that Jimin had only dreamed of when he was a teenager waiting for his alpha prince. 

His alpha is strong, and he’s caring, so loving towards Iseul that the omega constantly feels as if he needs to jump his bones for it, give their pup a sibling though it’s far too early and he physically couldn’t be ready for it even if his wants were to come true. But he also takes care of Jimin in ways that are more personal, the way an alpha cares for their omega. He demands, and he takes, and he gives, but most importantly, he protects him. From his own thoughts, if he so must. 

Jungkook knows what he needs, sometimes better than he does in moments of weakness. And right now, Jimin needs his alpha. So he listens. He refuses to look him in the eyes as he does, but he plops himself onto the alpha’s lap without as much as a second thought. 

Jimin’s arms wrap around his neck, tightly crossed, successfully trapping the younger beneath him. Jungkook holds him close, letting his tears wet his neck and his mating bite when his arms wind around the omega’s waist. There isn’t a part of them that isn’t touching, and that makes the older feel better. For once, he feels whole. He feels like he’s where he should be. 

It helps that Jungkook doesn’t struggle at all holding his weight. It also helps that he shushes him and holds him and places kisses along the crown of his head. He almost begins to feel jealous of Iseul because their pup gets to experience this every time he sheds a tear and Jungkook is around to hear it. He understands why their baby immediately calms down in the presence of his father, though. Jungkook is unbelievably good at this, making people feel safe and comforted. 

“I’m going to talk,” the alpha says into his messy blonde hair. “And I just need you to listen. I don’t need you to say anything. You can cry your little heart out, baby, if you need to get that out. But the moment I start to feel your body shake in my arms, I’m going to stop this.” Jungkook promises, and Jimin nods despite still nosing around his scent gland, breathing in the pheromones that ground him. “Because I’m your alpha, and I can’t stand to see you in pain because of something that you’ve conjured up in your head.”

“I’m s-sorry for being so emotional,” Jimin tries, his voice meek and unlike himself. He almost can’t recognize it, the sound foreign to his own ears. 

Jungkook tsks. “Never apologize to me for something like that. Ever. In front of me, you’re allowed to cry, yell, scream, whatever it is that you need. I’m your alpha, and at the end of the day, I did this to your body.” He says, but it doesn’t sound like he’s sorry for it. Obviously he isn’t, they adore Iseul with their very beings. It does sound like he understands, though, and the omega takes comfort in that. “I got you pregnant, and it’s my fault that you’re having such a rough time with this.”

The omega shakes his head frantically, lifting his head up even if he knows he looks like even more of a mess than usual, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face. It’s unfair that he can’t stop the damn waterworks. He wishes he could. “It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong—”

“I obviously did if you’re crying because you think I don’t love your body anymore. That I don’t want you anymore.” The younger shakes his head in disbelief, but he places a soft peck onto the shell of Jimin’s ear as if to convince him he’s not mad at him, more-so that he’s mad at himself. He wipes his tears with his thumb as fast as they come. “You have to know that’s ridiculous. It is. There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t wanted us to do it. To have sex. But it’s not even that.”

He shakes his head as he continues. “It’s not even that. I just… I miss intimacy. I miss holding you and I miss taking showers together and I miss seeing you whenever I so wish. I miss going to sleep naked because it feels better cuddling that way. I miss being able to kiss you and not being scared you’re gonna run out on me.” He exhales a deep breath, facing the ceiling. “I miss all of that. But even if you never wanted any of it again… I’d get it. I’d never make you do something you don’t want.”

“But to say…” The alpha bites his lip in frustration, his eyes closing shut. “To say that I don’t think you’re attractive anymore, that I don’t love you even more after you gave birth to our son, that’s wrong, Jimin. And I won’t stand for it.”

“I look different,” Jimin says, but it convinces no one. It only earns him a scoff from Jungkook that feels all too mean right now. “Don’t scoff. It’s true. You’re just not aware…”

“Fuck, baby, don’t do this shit. You can’t be serious.” Jungkook laughs dryly, but his hold remains no less comforting. Jimin could die in his arms and he’d be fine with it, just as long as he doesn’t have to let go. “I know you look different. I know . But it’s fine, ‘cause guess what? Me and my alpha both care more about the fact that we bred you than anything else. And your ‘baby weight’ or whatever… It’s the hottest thing ever. You’re soft and your hips have filled out and you’re even more beautiful, if that was even possible.” The alpha lets out in one breath. “I’d fucking worship you if I could.”

The omega is aware that, just like any alpha who is in tune with their instincts, Jungkook is mostly proud of what he’d done to Jimin. It’s primal, he’s only happy that his seed made home and that the omega was able to bring life into the world because of it.

And while that is clear to Jimin even now, and has always been, that’s the alpha part that Jungkook can’t control. His alpha adores his omega and he adores Jimin. They’re not separate entities, but it’s… different. 

The human side in them is always a bit more conscious, the side that makes all their rational decisions. Jungkook and his alpha side are always on the same page, but to Jimin who struggles with his omega wanting different things than him — like for example to have a litter of the alpha’s pups right about now —, it’s not enough of a reassurance. 

It should be, and he shouldn’t be ungrateful, but somehow he always wants more. He always wants Jungkook to be his, irrevocably. He wants the alpha to only ever look at him, and though his eyes have never strayed, not even when Jimin wouldn’t let him go near him, it’s easy to imagine that happening. And Jimin is terrified of losing him. He can’t have that happen. 

He supposes that’s the entirety of the problem. He doesn’t want to let go of Jungkook, doesn’t want him to leave, and he’s scared out of his mind that the alpha will leave unless Jimin is able to shake off these postpartum blues soon enough. But he can’t shake them off by himself. That much is obvious. 

Jungkook can read him like a book, easily knowing of every emotion fliting through his face and all the thoughts occupying his mind. He tips Jimin’s head upwards with his thumb, and with how upset the omega’s claims have made him, he speaks as softly as he can. “I love you. That’s not just my alpha talking. I love that you gave us a child that is both mine and yours. You and Iseul,” there’s a heavy pause as the alpha gathers his thoughts. “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. So I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear, but—”

Somehow, the words hit deeper than Jimin thought they would. They stab into his heart and nestle themselves deep until there’s no possibility of anything else ever worming itself in there, like the doubts and insecurities he’d harbored up until now. 

Jungkook always makes sure that he knows he’s loved and cared for, that there is someone he can lean back on for support. It’s hard to see that when your hormones are all over the place and you spend most of your day with a baby that sticks to you like a second skin, and it’s especially hard to feel desirable, but. 

It certainly helps that every time Jimin so much wiggles on the alpha’s lap he feels a hard bulge poking him, big and obviously at least half hard. For his self-confidence, it does wonders. 

“I love you too,” Jimin replies even though he’s sure that Jungkook knows it already, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to hear. He tucks his tear-wetted nose into the alpha’s scent gland, and he can’t help but to fit his teeth over the bite he’d left there years ago, in the throes of heat and rut but no less romantic. The alpha doesn’t even let out a hiss at it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m so much to deal with right now.”

“I never said that, baby,” Jungkook shakes his head, stroking the omega’s hair. His nose settles over the crown of it, and he takes a deep inhale of his still baby-milk pheromones, the ones that the alpha says he wishes would never leave, even if they do mask the younger’s scent on him sometimes. “There’s still a lot your body is going through. And I understand that giving me attention and wanting to do stuff hasn’t been on your mind lately, but at least gimme a kiss every now and then? Help your lil’ ol’  alpha stay sane?”

“You get kisses all the time,” Jimin says, the sentence getting caught on a breathless laugh with how cute his mate is being. He faces him with a furrow between his brows, his hands resting on his broad shoulders and entangling into his dark hair. Jungkook huffs at his claim. The omega gasps. “You do! We kiss. All. The. Time. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I kiss you,” he pouts, entirely unbecoming of an alpha his age and a father at that. He pouts for Jimin’s attention. The omega can’t help but smush his lips together at his petulance, to which Jungkook only grumbles under his breath, clearly enjoying the touch all too much. “It’s not the same and you know it. I know you like it when I kiss you, so I demand that same energy back.”

“I gave birth to your child,” the omega deadpans, looking the alpha straight in the eyes, those big, brown eyes that got them into this situation in the first place. Jimin could never say no to those eyes. “I think you’re in no place to make demands here, Jeon Jungkook-ssi.”

“That’s right,” the younger nods, proud as he puffs his chest like an utterly too flamboyant peacock. Jimin swats his pecs in retaliation, but he doesn’t bat an eye at it. Instead, he takes the omega’s dangerous wrists into one of his hands, not letting him continue with the assault further. “and there’s no way I could ever repay you. So forgive me that I like that little bump Iseul left behind. It’s sweet. It’s soft. I love sleeping on it when you let me.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin manages to croak out, voice too heavy with emotion. He’s unable to articulate what he wants to say because that one little thing had arguably occupied such a vast space in his mind ever since he gave birth and all this time he’s been thinking how he’d get rid of it, but now…

Jungkook likes it. And Jimin has no doubts that he actually does. There have been all too many situations where the alpha demanded he sleep on Jimin’s lap, or that he lay on his stomach while they both had separate phone time after Iseul was put to bed. The omega thought it was a physical touch thing, wanting him close because the younger really is tactile, but it seems like it was both that and because he liked laying there especially. 

Jimin really can’t find the words to explain how much hearing that from the alpha’s mouth means to him, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t focus on words, and he kisses Jungkook, immobilized as he is. The alpha is left stunned for only a moment, quick to reciprocate once he realizes what’s happening. He lets go of the older’s hands, placing a gentle hand along his cheekbone instead.

The alpha tastes exactly like he always does when they kiss in bed. He tastes of home. Of safety. Of comfort. Of the alpha Jimin loves most in the world. It’s easy to melt into someone like that. It’s even easier to grant him entrance by parting his lips, and Jungkook takes that chance wholeheartedly. 

They get handsy when they kiss, as they always do, reaching for any sliver of skin they can get their hands on, but Jungkook is always more bold. He starts at Jimin’s shoulders, tickling along his nape and then his mating bite, fingers dipping underneath his shirt to feel at his chest, and that’s another story in itself. 

Jungkook loves his chest. Not even only when he’d started lactating, although that had certainly upped the ante, but ever since their first time together — it was it for him. He’d spend hours touching and sucking and teasing his poor, poor, oversensitive nipples, never granting them a reprieve.

It was a hard battle between his ass and his nipples for the alpha, and Jimin could not tell you who would win the fight. He’s not sure the younger could, either. 

Jimin lets him indulge in it. Tonight especially, not wanting to ruin this for the alpha when he’s so obviously been wanting to cop a feel. Of course he has, they’re swollen and bigger and it must be like heaven for an alpha brute like his mate is. He’s been so deprived of having his hole that even this must be a whole different universe entirely. 

The omega giggles at the wording in his mind. Jungkook’s fingers reach their desired destination, and he’s just about to rub over a sensitive nipple when all of a sudden, he stops in his tracks. 

The older is left worried, and he can’t help but break apart from their kiss in order to ask what’s wrong. “Why’d you stop? It’s okay. I still want to. I wouldn’t let you touch if—”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head before licking his lips. He lifts the finger he’d previously had on Jimin’s chest and holds it up before the omega. There’s a droplet of white on it, and then it dawns on him. “You’re leaking. I didn’t think— I thought Iseul ate—”

Jimin nods, and he smiles as he brings a hand to the alpha’s rosy cheek. It’s definitely not a big deal, and he let Jungkook suckle on his nipples when he was pregnant regardless if there was milk in them or not, so he didn’t think it would make him this shy, but it has been a while. Jungkook did always go a little cross-eyed at the thought of that. “He did. It’s probably just ‘cause, um, whenever something touches them, my body just… thinks it’s time to go.”

“Oh. Okay.” Is all that comes out of Jungkook’s mouth. The alpha is left stupefied, and his hands remain at his sides like he’s unsure if he’s allowed to touch now that he’s made this grand discovery. He looks like a puppy sitting on his haunches, waiting to get orders from his master. It’s cute. He could overpower Jimin easily, could pin him down onto the bed and the omega wouldn’t even object, but he’s such a good alpha that he always waits. He always listens. 

“You can still touch me,” the older reassures and to make his point clear, he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. It’s confidence that’s come out of nowhere, because an hour ago he would have never considered letting Jungkook see all of this, but now he’s aching for him to both see and touch. The alpha stares at him with his lips parted. “If it doesn’t gross you out, or…”

Jungkook growls at the words leaving his mouth. Jimin figured he would, but perhaps he wanted that extra little bit of attention. Maybe. “What the hell would gross me out? I’ve drank it before. I’ve just… they’re swollen. I haven’t seen you since you gave birth,” the younger blurts out in a flurry of sentences. “I’m sorry I can’t focus, but you’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

Jimin blushes furiously at that, and he hits Jungkook’s shoulder out of embarrassment with the force of a baby kitten. “Don’t be embarrassing.”

“I’m not,” the alpha denies, his hands hovering over Jimin’s breasts. The omega huffs, entirely done with him acting shy over what is his anyway, so he places those hands directly where they want to be — squeezing at his chest. It doesn’t hurt, on the contrary, Jungkook is so soft with the way he goes about it that it makes their pup seem like a teething monster. “And you were worried about these?” He wonders, before looking down at Jimin’s belly and the stretchmarks there. 

“I wasn’t worried,” Jimin averts his gaze. “I just didn’t want you to see. Because I didn’t know how prepared you were for my body to change.”

“Oh, I wasn’t prepared for this, alright,” Jungkook takes a nipple in between two fingers, fondling it like he’s been given a brand new shiny thing to play with. Jimin turns a little self-conscious at the wording, curling into himself, but the alpha immediately clarifies. “You’re so pretty. And you look so… so… so pupped. You look like every alpha’s wet dream and now I’m so unsure of why we let you out of the house looking like a four-course meal, letting undeserving scum see you like this—”

“ Jungkook, ” the omega giggles. The touch on his chest feels almost ticklish, but the context of it and the fact that it’s his alpha, his body recognizing his scent and his pheromones and their closeness, it makes it all that much more arousing. His cock chubs up between his legs, and it’s of no help that the alpha is fully hard beneath him by now. “You’re silly.”

“I’m in fact not silly at all,” the alpha counters, his eyes blown wide as the reality of the situation dawns on him. “Gonna need to be with you all the time. Can’t let you be on your own when you’re this soft and glowing and perfect.”

“Stop talking,” Jimin shakes his head. He pulls the alpha forward until his nose touches his chest, and his lips remain parted around one of his nipples as he leans down for a taste. “Just… do what you want with me before I get insecure.”

“You’re not getting insecure when my cock’s trying to jump out of these boxers to get to you,” Jungkook grunts, canting his hips up underneath Jimin so he can actually feel it. And while all the moving jostles him a bit so he has to hold onto the alpha for safety, it’s still beautifully satisfying in the way it makes his hole clench up, slick already leaking onto his panties and making a wet spot. Jungkook can smell it in the air, Jimin knows he can just by the way his eyes darken. 

He’s hungry. His alpha is much like a starved beast with the way he’s acting, and he doesn’t so much as let Jimin get a word in with how he drops him onto their pillows, carrying him while kneeling on the bed. It’s a feat that he actually manages to do so— Jimin isn’t weightless and he’s certainly heavier than before, and Jungkook isn’t even on his feet, but he does it anyway. Like he wants to physically show the omega that it doesn’t matter to him. 

It works, in some messed up way. All Jimin’s been worried about is going back to the way things were so he could enjoy being with his alpha again, but he’d never considered that he needed this, that he needed to let his mate have him again so he could feel normal, so he could feel praised and worshiped and confident like any omega should after giving birth. 

Jungkook certainly makes that happen. The moment he’s got Jimin spread under him, it’s like he’s caught under a spell. He’s not only hungry like a beast, he’s ravenous like one. The omega can tell with the way his eyes darken, red swirling in those pools of brown. The alpha goes in for a kiss, and it’s hard to really reciprocate, hard to really do anything except let him do what he wants.

The older doesn’t want to think anyway, so it works for him, as he throws his arms over the alpha’s shoulders. 

He follows Jungkook’s lead as he kisses him, letting him completely set the pace, fast and rough and thorough with the way he licks into his mouth, swallowing down quiet moans and whimpers. Jimin can never get himself to really relax even if he knows Iseul is asleep, and it’s why he always keeps his voice down. He’d tried to touch himself a whopping one time after coming home, and it didn’t feel right, but even then he’d had a pair of the alpha’s boxers over his face. It’s entirely embarrassing, but it kept him quiet. 

There’s a moment where the younger breaks the kiss, his lips threading downwards until they’re at his neck, suckling along his mating gland, fitting his teeth over his bite, and then actually letting them sink in. Now that, that feels absolutely indescribable, a feeling so primitively right, so satisfying in the way it makes his cock ache, becoming fully hard. Jungkook’s teeth are much bigger than his omegan ones, his aren’t meant to do real damage, not unless there’s a threat. 

Jungkook’s were made to get to an omega’s mating gland, though, meant to puncture and leave a lasting mark that would change their entire bodily chemistry. And he did do that, while simultaneously letting Jimin leave a mark on him too, though his was more superficial. It’s not something all alphas do, their egos are far too large to let an omega get near their necks, but Jungkook hadn’t cared. He wanted them to be equal. 

He didn’t want Jimin to be the only one to walk around with a mark that showed how much they loved each other. So, although his alpha had been a bit grumbly and growly at letting someone — even if it was their omega — near their most vulnerable place, he’d still let the older place his own bite. 

Jimin thinks that’s when he realized he’d love Jungkook forever, mating bite or not. 

“Baby,” the alpha calls out with his head on Jimin’s chest, resting. It’s unfathomable, but it already aches even if Iseul had just eaten. Maybe it’s just because he’s getting turned on and his body’s not used to it and is going insane to entice their alpha, but just Jungkook’s chin digging into the soft skin makes him want to squirm away. He shakes off his thoughts, instead focusing on the man in front of him. “You with me? Don’t get in your head like that.”

“I’m trying,” Jimin sighs. It’s not all that easy, but the sight of the alpha in front of him does help. His muscly pecs, the width of his shoulders, his arms easily twice the size of Jimin’s, the light hair trailing into his boxers, his muscular thighs. It’s easy to focus on those things, and it’s easy for his hole to release more slick into his panties just with the sight. But now Jungkook’s chin really hurts, and his nipples feel too sensitive. “My tits hurt.”

“Your what what?” Jungkook exclaims, his tone disbelieving. He does remove his chin from where it had viciously been stabbing his sore pecs, so Jimin is rather thankful regardless of his reaction. The alpha can’t help but laugh breathlessly at his wording, and the omega whines when he does, slapping his chest and trying to push him off. “No, baby, wait, I’m sorry. Sorry. I didn’t expect you to say it like that,” the younger explains, moving to kiss his cheek. “Am I allowed to touch there?”

“Of course you’re allowed,” Jimin confirms, shaking his head at the alpha as if he can’t believe he’s asking. In reality, he’s glad that he is. The finger trailing down his chest and lightly grazing his nipple is a welcome touch, one that makes his thighs rub together, but there’s still a little nag inside his head that tries to make him feel bad that he’s enjoying this. “You’re my alpha… and I want you to.”

“And… the milk?”

The omega shrugs. He can’t exactly be sure whether it’ll flow into Jungkook’s mouth or not if he sucks. It’s not like they’ve done this a lot, there were exactly two grand times that it had happened, and that was out of their impatience to wait and Jimin’s pregnancy libido. And since this is their first time after their pup was born, there’s no way for Jimin to know yet. 

“I don’t know if it’ll leak,” he replies, his hand reaching for Jungkook’s as he entangles their fingers in a tight hold. It’s a lot harder for Jungkook to balance that way, but since he wants to get to his chest anyway, it’s merely easier like this. “Spit it out if it does. Or just don’t suck on my nipples, maybe?” Jimin teases and it’s worth it when the alpha’s eyes narrow at him in disbelief. 

“Don’t speak nonsense. Your chest is this… plump and soft and your nipples are staring at me like they’re begging for a suckle, and you’re trying to deprive me,” the alpha scolds, though halfway through his lecture his gaze descends from Jimin’s face to his chest, and by then the omega knows he’s lost him. 

Alphas. Typical. 

Jimin raises his hands in the air in surrender. “Not trying to deprive you of anything. Do what you want, but if you bite me I will make you sleep on the sofa. So tuck those teeth away.”

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook replies, his hands caressing the sides of the omega’s trim waist before they wander to his chest, squeezing at his breasts, even if they are barely handfuls. The alpha seems to revel in the feeling of them, and when pearly-white liquid seems to gather at his nipples from all the movement or perhaps from the influx of alpha pheromones floating through the air, the younger really becomes a starving beast. 

He gulps hard and his adam’s apple bobs with that, his mouth already producing saliva in anticipation of what’s to come. He can act respectful and coy all he wants, but when it comes down to it, Jungkook wants to ravage him. It’s the way it always is. He’s a careful lover, but not one that doesn’t leave him aching and covered in bruises the morning after. 

Maybe he’s unaware of his own strength, because although he’s proud of his bruises in the morning, there’s always lingering worry that he’d actually hurt Jimin. It’s never happened, and Jimin wouldn’t stand for it if it had— he’s not afraid to tell Jungkook no, and he doesn’t mind being roughed up. So what if he likes being manhandled by his mate, it’s not a crime. 

Besides, while he was pregnant, Jungkook was always gentle. He was the embodiment of a gentleman, and most of the time Jimin was on the receiving end of the pleasure. There were times the omega had to physically convince him to give him a blowjob. He’d come all over his face only minutes after, but he’d still try to avoid it because the size of his cock always made Jimin’s eyes well up with tears. It didn’t matter to him, though. The size of Jungkook’s cock was never a problem. 

“Baby—”

Jimin already knows what he’s going to ask. He’s going to make sure that he’s fine and that he still wants this, but the omega can’t stand the wait either. His panties are tented up from where his cock sits, hard and drooling precum, and his alpha is trying to play moral police when he’s never had to do so before. It won’t do. 

The omega pushes his head towards an awaiting nipple, and the alpha’s lips wrap around it as if he’d been waiting for it all this time. As if he’d been training for this his whole life. “Stop talking. Suck.”

Jungkook’s growl at Jimin’s insistence gets muffled into his chest, and before he can make a rebuttal, the taste of the omega’s milk is already coating his tongue and that only gets him more fired up. His eyes widen before they turn back to their half-lidded, dazed state as he begins to suck. His other hand remains on Jimin’s other nipple, playing with it mindlessly. 

For Jimin, it feels very… different. It’s nothing like when Iseul feeds, because that’s wonderful and intimate but only in the way that he gets to connect with his pup. With Jungkook, it’s an entirely different thing.

It’s the same release, the same build-up that makes his chest feel as if he’s heaving rocks leaving his body, but it feels good. Better, somehow. His hands entangle into the alpha’s black hair, pushing him further down as if he’d want to run away. Jungkook groans with the taste and Jimin can feel him swallow. 

By then, he can hardly stop the way his hips kick up, his hole clenching and unclenching rhythmically as he awaits his alpha’s knot. But Jungkook likes to take his sweet time, and Jimin knows he won’t pass up on an opportunity like this. 

It’s arousal, but it’s more tame. Sex is often rushed and heavy and rough, but this, above all, feels intimate. It feels good that he’s able to do this for his alpha, that he’s providing for him in a way that only he can. So, he unwinds. He lets the alpha suck as much as he wants, the warmth of his tongue and the force of his sucks soft and gentle, almost soothing his sore nipples. He’ll regret it tomorrow, he’s sure, when he has to nurse an angry pup while he’s all drained out, but it’s alright. 

Because right now, he can almost close his eyes with the relief of having his alpha so close, with being under him and letting him do something that feels instinctually right. He has more milk than he needs, anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to just… let the alpha do this sometimes, as embarrassing as it sounds. It doesn’t hurt anyone. If anything, Jimin feels really fucking good with the alpha in between his legs.

And seeing Jungkook drink his milk— an alpha so big and intimidating suckling at his chest like he’s starving for it, it makes him so wet that it’s almost annoying. His other hand massages at his other breast so much so that he actually manages to get some milk out that way, too. It’s embarrassing, but it leaks out of Jimin much like his slick.

It must be because of Jungkook’s pheromones, the way he fills the room with them, protective and possessive and so obviously meant to ward anyone out of their room if they’d even tried to enter. 

Jimin’s eyes are closing against his will because it just feels relaxing to let Jungkook take care of him like this, and despite his arousal there’s no doubt in his mind that he could fall asleep like this. It’s just that, his alpha is right here, where he can feel him. Jungkook is pressed against him, and he can smell him and touch him and feel him everywhere, even the way his cock sits in his boxers as it rubs against his own. He doesn’t want to miss the sight, not any of it, but it just makes him feel so good. 

It’s a low buzz of arousal, not too heated that makes him feel like he wants to jump out of his skin to take care of it, but like if Jungkook really kept this up for a long time he’d be able to come just from having his nipples played with. It’s a possibility, sure, but he wants more, and he’s sure the alpha does too. 

The omega lets him have his fill from both his nipples, and Jungkook really eats him up. Jimin doesn’t know how he can stand to drink so much of it. It’s so disgustingly sweet and the thought of having his own breast milk just grosses him out, but his alpha doesn’t seem to mind whatsoever. He gulps down whatever Jimin has to give him, until the omega can feel the flow of his milk coming to a stop, that full feeling in his breasts ebbing away. 

When he opens his eyes, his alpha looks milk-drunk. Hard out of his mind with milk dripping from the corners of his lips, but so obviously not done with him just yet. Not when he’s this hard, and not when he knows the omega wants it too. 

The older can only stare at him. He’d laugh, but he can’t when Jungkook looks at him with those eyes. Jimin knows those eyes. He’s going to be eaten alive and he’s probably going to come more than he deserves, considering the way he’d treated the alpha all these months. It’s hard not to feel guilty, but at that moment all he can think about is that Jungkook wants him. He wants him badly, and that comforts him more than anything before.  

“Are you going to…?” Jimin asks, his eyes drifting downwards as he alludes to the obvious. He’s asking the alpha if he’s going to fuck him. If he’s going to pound the daylights out of him like he always does and if the omega will undoubtedly be upset and sore in the morning, but fuck, he’d give anything in the world to feel that feeling again now. 

Jungkook looks down too, and he licks his lips before nodding, moving in closer to kiss Jimin’s ear the way he knows he likes. Jimin arches into the touch, gasping low into the alpha’s own ears. 

“Of course I’m going to,” the alpha replies, his voice raspy from not using it for the past ten minutes. His hand grazes Jimin’s cock over his panties, and he rubs against the cotton until the omega is whining with the insistent need for more. He faces his eyes for a serious moment, as if he wants permission. “If you’re ready… and you want me to, then I will. I’m gonna fuck you, baby, and I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock at least four times. That’s a good number, don’t you think?”

Jimin would roll his eyes, but they both know it’s entirely too possible. He’s sensitive, and Jungkook really knows what he’s doing. He has a big cock, yes, deliciously thick too, but that’s not all there is to it. He knows how to fuck, knows how to use it expertly until the omega is so high on the pleasure he doesn’t know whether to chase it or run from it.

When they first met, back in university, the alpha would spend hours in between his legs just testing to see how much he could do it. How much he could make him come with his mouth, then his fingers, then his cock. 

The answer is six times, surprisingly enough. He’d been a deflated version of himself when they were done, but he was so taken care of after that he didn’t have to think much beyond alphalphalpha. Jungkook made sure he didn’t lift a finger until he’d replenished his strength entirely. 

“If you want me to wither away, maybe,” Jimin shrugs. In reality, his very being already buzzes with that promise. The alpha always makes good on his promises. His cock aches and his hole begs to be filled and he feels a mess. It’s only a good thing there’s no milk to leak out of him anymore, courtesy of Jungkook. 

“I’ll take care of you,” the alpha promises as he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of Jimin’s panties. It’s a silent ask for permission, the final are you sure, and he nods before he can let his brain talk him into feeling insecure again. It’s okay, he tells himself. It’s okay because it’s just Jungkook, and Jungkook adores him. Jungkook loves him and he loves that he gave birth to their pup and he’s not running away even after seeing the parts of him the omega always thought were ugly. 

“I know,” Jimin nods as he intakes a breath when the alpha slides his wet panties down his legs. He kisses each thigh and knee and ankle, and he doesn’t stop at his feet, either, kissing the soles of them before bunching the panties up into his hand. 

The omega almost asks what he’s doing, but Jungkook has his nose buried in them before Jimin can do so much as protest. He closes his eyes and he all but screams when the alpha takes a long, hard whiff of his scent concentrated there, of his slick, like he’s a deprived animal. He groans at the scent, so animalistic it makes the omega just want to present his hole for the taking. Even if it is embarrassing. 

“Jungkook. Stop— Stop sniffing.”

“Smells good,” the younger shrugs. Jimin can see his tongue dart out to taste from where he’s hiding behind his own forearms, and he can barely try to put up a fight when his cock twitches at the sight and he’s sure his slick has already started to leak onto their sheets. Jungkook throws the panties somewhere onto the floor after, not caring enough to bother with those when the real deal is right in front of him. “Tastes even better.”

“Mm,” the alpha continues as his finger trails downward and runs over the slit of his cock. The omega bites his lip in order to prevent noises from escaping him, but when Jungkook cups his balls he can’t stop the whimper that leaves him. He doesn’t have to focus much longer before he’s being kissed again, arms pinned to the bed as the younger swallows down all his moans. They separate, and he returns to his mission. “I missed this cute cock, you know?”

“Y-Yeah?” Jimin gulps. 

“Of course, honey,” Jungkook croons. A loose fist wraps around his cock, and the light pressure of his alpha’s hand feels mind-numbingly good for absolutely no reason, but perhaps it’s because he knows exactly where to touch. Exactly what to do. Knows how to find that spot underneath the head of his cock that makes Jimin’s legs kick up. “You missed mine too, didn’t you?”

“I missed you fucking me,” Jimin nods, curling his hand against the alpha’s nape as he grinds into his hand in tight little circles. His eyes stare up into Jungkook, and it feels so raw, like never before. It feels like there is only them, there is only pleasure, only him and his mate who is determined to make him feel satisfied. Jungkook encourages him to continue with a groan. “I-I missed feeling you inside. And having your hands on me.”

Jimin doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the fact that Jungkook’s hands are where he’s wanted them ever since Iseul was born, maybe it’s the fact that he’s naked in front of the alpha and he can’t bring himself to care about all the imperfections he’s spent so much time picking apart, but all he can really focus on is the tight grip of Jungkook’s hand on him, pumping his cock until the tip of it frothing with precum. 

His stomach muscles clench up in preparation of what’s to come, and his hole is so deprived of any stimulation that he almost wants to whine for the alpha to just put it in already, he’s wet enough that he’s sure it would be fine. 

“Are you gonna come for me, sweet thing?” Jungkook croons into his ear, his lips brushing the shell of it as Jimin’s legs spread even further, granting the alpha even more access to his most intimate parts. He’s shameless. There’s no shame left in him, but he can’t bring himself to mind when his alpha smells so turned on it’s impossible to not notice it, and especially not when that ball of pleasure in his belly keeps unraveling further. 

“If alpha lets me,” the omega replies, ever so polite. It’s not as if Jungkook ever stopped him, but asking for permission is just something he’s always done. His pleasure is his own, yes, but when it’s Jungkook that is making him feel this good he thinks the alpha deserves to have control over that, too. When Jimin can just turn his mind off and listen. 

“Alpha’s always gonna let you come for him, baby,” the younger admits, one hand caressing his cheek softly. His strokes speed up, and Jimin’s balls start clenching up as he holds the alpha close to his body, his hands wrapped tight around his neck. Jungkook kisses the corner of his jaw, and it’s so gentle that Jimin is sure he’s ready to come just from that. 

Then the alpha brushes his hand over Jimin’s stomach, and he doesn’t press, doesn’t squeeze, either. He just traces his stretchmarks there, dips his finger into his navel and he rubs comforting circles onto his hips before returning back to his cock. It’s such a miniscule little action, not enough to make anyone come, surely, but Jimin’s cock starts spurting before Jungkook’s even able to stroke his fist up and down once. 

“Alpha— Alpha— Jungkook — I can’t, I—” The omega slurs, trashing as milky-white paints his belly. Jungkook keeps stroking him through it, the touch gentle as if to not overstimulate, but just enough to keep Jimin coming. And he does come, for a while, it feels like. He’s so pent up that just a touch of his alpha’s hand made him become an absolute mess, tears collecting at his eyes from the sheer force of his pleasure coming down on him. 

“That felt good, didn’t it, baby?” The alpha grunts out, his voice taking on that deeper, huskier note that it always does when he’s turned on. He can’t stop staring, his eyes unable to separate from Jimin’s body, then his face, then his body all over again. He just keeps looking as if he can’t get enough. Jimin is barely conscious from his orgasm to notice it, but Jungkook looks as if he wants to put him in a museum, like he’s that obsessed with the way the omega looks right now. 

Jimin nods, not trusting his voice to not betray him if he speaks. He bites his bottom lip so hard he draws blood as the alpha guides him through the aftershocks, letting his cock thrust up into his hand and spurt out the last remnants of cum. He almost already just wants to turn over and go to bed because he’s buzzing with the happiness of an orgasm, finally, something he didn’t even realize he needed. 

Maybe he just needed his alpha. It’s entirely possible that his body needed this kind of bond between them to rekindle itself before he’d feel okay again. He’s not complaining. He’s never felt sexier than now, and Jungkook can see everything. Everything is on display, and the alpha is more aroused than ever, Jimin can scent it in the air. 

His hands graze every part of his body and they get stuck on his stretchmarks like he can’t help it, like he’s actually attracted to them. 

“Do you… really like them?” Jimin can’t help but ask. Insecurity sneaks into his voice, and he doesn’t look Jungkook in the eye as he asks, turning his head away from the younger. 

“Baby,” Jungkook starts, his voice that soft tone that he uses on their pup all the time. It immediately makes Jimin soften up too because his alpha is just so sweet. He loves him. “Look at me,” he commands, and he guides Jimin’s head back with his hand until he’s staring up at him. “Jimin, my omega, love of my fucking life, my mate. I’m the happiest alpha on this goddamn planet because you honored me with carrying our child for us.” The younger explains.

“But—” The omega interrupts. 

“Shh,” Jungkook tuts, placing a finger against his lips. “Let me finish.” He takes the omega’s hand right after, and he places it over his boxers, enveloping that huge bulge that has no reason to be that big. Jimin is incredibly lucky in that regard, because his alpha looks like a Greek god and he’s well-endowed, too. “I don’t know if you’ve realized, but I’m hard. I think I’ve been hard every night since the doctor said we could have sex if we wanted to again.”

Jimin can’t help but rub against the bulge, and Jungkook lazily smirks as he thrusts into the touch, letting the omega feel it twitch underneath his hand. It makes him ache with how badly he needs it, how badly he wants to be taken and knotted. He’s missed the feeling of his alpha’s knot so much, and just now even the thought of going so long without it again makes him want to cry. 

“Sometimes you’d go to the bathroom and you’d brush your teeth with me and you’d lean over and I’d see your tummy and your chest. I’d get hard. Sometimes you’d feed Iseul and I’d take him to his crib after and you’d be buttoning up your shirt when I came back. I’d get hard. In the mornings, when we get to sleep in, when you’d rub your ass against me without even realizing it in your sleep… I’d get hard thinking about just pulling your panties down and taking you right then and there.”

Jimin gulps. The thought has hotness spreading through his whole body. God, he would have wanted it. The worst part is that, even if Jungkook had woken him up by doing so, the omega couldn’t have resisted. He wouldn’t have wanted to because he knows it would have felt damn good, and the grinding in the mornings was never accidental. It’s what he could have gotten away with before he’d start feeling self-conscious about himself again. 

“You should have,” he breathes out as a reply, nodding at the mere possibility of his alpha doing that. “Would have let you. I wake up so wet all the time ‘cause… ‘cause you always get so hard in the mornings. And you stick to me, so I can’t even—”

“Why do you think that is, baby?” The alpha groans. He’s unable to resist placing an unhurried kiss onto the older’s lips, licking into the corners of his mouth. Jimin shakes his head in lieu of reply once they separate, feeling embarrassed. “Hm? It’s because I love you. Because I love your belly, and I love your chest. I love your stretchmarks ‘cause they show that you carried my pup. Being a mommy has made you glow so much. You have to realize that. You’re the best mommy Iseul could have asked for.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, you idiot perfect alpha,” the omega says, holding back tears because he doesn’t want to ruin this. He still wants to get fucked and Jungkook will stop if his tears aren’t out of pleasure. He knows him well enough. He hits at the alpha’s chest and the other just lets him, a breathless laugh leaving him at his omega’s coping mechanism. 

“Best mommy in the world,” Jungkook merely hums, holding onto Jimin’s wrists to stop the hits from coming and to grace his cheek with a wet kiss. The alpha’s other hand travels down, and his finger tentatively rubs against his hole, against the leaking wetness that just won’t stop. He’s sure the younger’s fingers get coated with it just with the rubbing. “Is mommy gonna let me fuck him now, hm? Or do I need to tell you more about how I thought about sliding my cock between your perfect tits every night in the shower—?”

“…For the record, I would have let you fuck me if you just asked,” the older sighs. 

“That’s not the same,” he tsks. His fingers enter him in the slowest, most torturous pace to man, and Jimin gasps with the feeling regardless. The stretch is so wonderful he can’t even begin to describe it. Jungkook’s fingers spread him open like butter, and his cock starts leaking all but three thrusts in, with the way he expertly finds his prostate, massaging against it. “I don’t want you to let me. I want you to need it as badly as I do. You don’t need to let me do anything. Waiting was perfectly fine because you needed that. And now I have you again, and I hope you know I’m not letting you out of this bed.”

Jimin sighs in utter bliss as the alpha’s two-turned-three fingers scissor him open, his bundle of nerves wonderfully tortured. There’s an impending need to relax into it and just let himself come once more, let the feeling wash over him like a tidal wave. It’s only that Jungkook knows exactly what to do and where he likes to be touched, and the fact makes it so much better, because he can just relax and let himself be in the hands of the man that cares for him like no one else. 

“Even if our— ah— son starts crying?” Jimin whimpers out, ever-so teasing. His eyes close shut as Jungkook thrusts particularly hard, his cock twitching and leaking more precum onto his stomach. 

“Someone else can take care of that,” Jungkook jokes, but just the thought leaves a sour taste in the omega’s mouth. The alpha immediately kisses his scandalized expression and the pout on his lips, distracting him as he thrusts his fingers hard. “Kidding. Kidding. You can turn off mommy-mode for a bit and just be my omega, can’t you?”

“I’m wet enough, so please,” the omega says instead, pursing his lips. He throws his hands around the younger’s nape and pulls him closer. “I know it’s been a while, but… you’ll be gentle with me, won’t you, daddy?”

“Fuck,” the alpha groans, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s. His fingers still and his breathing gets even heavier as he stares at the omega’s lips. “Say that again.”

“Daddy,” Jimin replies, biting his lip as his hips start moving against Jungkook’s fingers. He swirls them around in tight circles, much like he does when he rides the alpha, and it feels so goddamn good he might as well come. He’s right there on the edge, and that constant pressure against his prostate just makes him leak and leak like he’s a fountain. “Please, daddy. I want your knot. I-I want you to have me. Just like you did the first time.” He says, referring to when they first started dating. 

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” is all that leaves Jungkook’s mouth before his lips are on Jimin’s and they’re kissing, rough and needy and wet, so sloppy there’s spit dripping down the omega’s chin from the way he’s being thoroughly devoured. The alpha’s fingers starts up a hard pace again, and this time they go even deeper, and before he can even begin to realize what’s going on, slick squirts out of him and onto their sheets as if he’s an open faucet. 

It starts up with his slick, but then the alpha wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it once or twice, and Jimin is gone. He can barely register the fact that the younger’s mouth leaves his in favor of joining his fingers in between his legs, drinking his slick up like he’s starved for it, like he hasn’t eaten in days. He laps at him like a wild animal, unrestrained in the way he takes pleasure from the omega as if it’s what keeps him alive, what gets him going. 

It’s messy and Jimin can’t even think with how blissed out he feels, his fingers wrapping themselves into the alpha’s hair and pulling hard as slick leaks into his mouth. His lips open on a silent moan, unable to control being loud when Jungkook’s tongue is so wet and so warm and his fingers stretch him open just right, just enough so he can anticipate what comes next. 

The alpha drinks up every last drop and he licks his cock clean, too. It’s the most primal instinct known to man, drinking up your omega’s pleasure with your tongue and letting it coat your taste buds, letting yourself taste the fruit of your hard work. 

Jungkook’s tongue feels so wonderful and hot against his hole as he gently works him open further, letting his walls bloom around him. And once he’s done there, he licks at his stomach and at the white spurts of cum coating it. He licks at his stretchmarks insistently, too, dipping his tongue into the marred skin, his eyes never straying from Jimin’s own as he does so. 

“Such a good mommy, coming for me so prettily,” the alpha says as he rises up and places kisses and loving bites onto the older’s neck. Jimin holds him tight to his body, his legs wrapping around his waist. “You ready to get knotted now, hm? We need to make sure you can still take me.”

“Of course I can,” Jimin huffs, an endless fool when it comes to the alpha’s teasing. Jungkook smiles, and he kisses the scowl off of his lips. The alpha moves farther away only to take his boxers off, and the moment he returns to his place, the omega can’t even spare a look at his wonderfully large cock before he realizes. No sex means no condoms. And no condoms means, no sex. He panics, pushing at Jungkook’s chest, making him confused. “Wait, Jungkook. We don’t have any condoms— I mean, I’m not on my pills yet—”

“That’s okay,” the younger says, matter-of-fact. He reaches into his own bedside drawer and pulls out an unopened box of condoms, tearing it open in a haste. Jimin’s eyes follow his every move. “I bought some.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow as Jungkook unpacks the condoms. “When the hell did you get condoms, Jeon Jungkook? Especially if we weren’t having sex?”

Jungkook huffs in actual embarrassment before he looks away for a mere moment, his gaze returning right back to Jimin’s once he manages to compose himself, but his cheeks remain a little more flushed than before. “Just… Just in case. I know the doc’ said you can’t go back on your pills, and I wouldn’t want you to anyway. Condoms are fine, I can still knot you, and—“

Jimin giggles at the way the alpha over-explains himself, mindlessly babbling excuses. He squishes his cheeks in his hands as a means to get him to stop talking. Jungkook whines in protest like a baby pup. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m getting on my birth control when I can, though. I want you to be able to come inside.”

“Okay, good,” the younger sighs in relief before he hands tbe condoms to him and leans down to kiss at his chest without any end goal, just wanting his mouth around a warm nipple. The omega lets him suck because this is something Jungkook is needlessly good at, too. The way his tongue swirls around his nipples makes Jimin want to write sonnets about it. “‘Cause I lied about it being okay. I probably would have died. I’ll get a vasectomy, I don’t care, just—“

Now it’s Jimin’s own turn to huff petulantly, just the thought of all of his alpha’s seed going to waste making him angry beyond belief. Sure, it’s a reversible procedure, but Jimin doesn’t want it. His omega doesn’t, either. “Jeon Jungkook. I want more babies out of you. We’re not doing that. Stop talking nonsense.”

“Me too. But we’ll wait for a while, hm? I know you miss dancing.” Jungkook replies, ever so thoughtful. It’s true that he does, but he has a feeling that getting back into the shape he was in before is going to be a tough and extremely long process. And he doesn’t want the age difference between Iseul and his siblings to be too big, but…

Those are things they can consider far into the future. For now, he agrees with the alpha, nodding his head. Besides, it’s hard to focus when Jungkook is naked in front of him. Jimin didn’t really get a good look at his cock before, too focused on the impending doom of their lack of protection, but now, fuck. That’s all Jimin can say, and all he can think about. 

He’d forgotten how big it was, maybe. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s right in front of him now, out of its confines, and Jimin can see the way it twitches and curves the slightest bit to the right, and it’s so perfect. He can already envision the way he’s going to be plowed into the mattress, and it has him biting his plush bottom lip in sheer anticipation of it. Back before he met Jungkook, he didn’t care for sex. Not really, anyway. He’d lost his virginity but it wasn’t anything spectacular, wasn’t anything mind-blowing. 

But Jungkook… his legs had shook when they were finished. He couldn’t walk without his spine caving in, but in a good way, in that satisfying, primal omegan way. The part of him that craves to be owned, his only worry to be good for his alpha, that part felt extremely satisfied because Jungkook fit their standards. 

It’s that satisfying fullness that makes him feel like he can’t breathe, like he’s choking on his pleasure. Jungkook is big, but it never hurts beyond what it has to. The alpha makes sure of that because he takes pride in what he can do to Jimin. How good he can make him feel. 

And even now, looking at the alpha’s sex, it’s dark, intimidating. Scary, like it could split him open until he’s nothing but a hole for his alpha’s pleasure. Somehow, though, the omega only feels like taking it down his throat and suckling on it like it’s a lollipop, letting the alpha thrust until his mouth’s full of cum. It’s his. He doesn’t fear it, he wants it. He craves the pleasure it brings him and the way it connects them. 

He feels the younger’s love everytime he fucks him until he’s breathless, until he cries from how good it feels. It reminds him that he isn’t a thing, that he isn’t just an omega, but the person Jungkook loves and protects with his very being. And that, with the way most alphas are, is something he cherishes a lot. 

“You’ve been staring at my cock for five minutes,” the alpha says, crossing his arms. He raises a teasing eyebrow, smirking. “Fond memories?”

Jimin smiles, shaking his head. It’s not so much that — well, it is — as it is the fact that his omega is in mourning seeing the way Jungkook reaches for the box of condoms upon seeing the omega’s reaction, tearing one open with his teeth. 

It’s embarrassing to admit, but he doesn’t like the barrier. It doesn’t feel as intense. Maybe it’s because he’s an omega and instinctually he wants to carry as many of Jungkook’s pups as his body can handle, but he likes the feeling. It makes him go all gooey and melty inside when he can see his belly swell the slightest bit up from his mate’s cum. He especially enjoys it when the alpha eats it out of him and feeds it to him through kisses, as deprived as it sounds. 

The first time they had sex, okay, they did use one. But after that… Jimin got on birth control and there was no need for it. And despite them getting pregnant on the first try when the omega stopped taking his meds, they didn’t have any problems with that aspect. There were no scares, no missed heats, even when their cycles inevitably synced up and the chance was that much higher. 

So, really, Jimin thinks as he bites his lip, seeing the way the alpha’s milky tip gets enveloped by that wretched latex, what would be the harm in doing it just this once?

He’ll get on his birth control by his next doctor’s appointment. He’s got one in a few days, so it’ll be perfect. And he is breastfeeding. Most omegas say it’s nature’s birth control, though he wouldn’t believe that. But he’s nowhere close to his heat yet, his cycles haven’t started back up even, he doesn’t think, and that means Jungkook’s rut is on stand-by, too, knowing that his omega hasn’t recovered fully yet. 

It’s just once. They both might be pent-up and the younger might come more than usual because of it, but Jimin wants it. He needs it. That feeling of being full and then becoming fuller with his alpha’s pleasure, it’s something that he can’t even begin to describe. It’s really fucking irresponsible, it is, but he knows he can talk Jungkook into it. Bat his eyes a little and jut out his bottom lip, and the alpha will do whatever he wants. 

It’s irresponsible, he repeats to himself in his head to no avail. It does nothing to appease the hungry beast in his mind that has no other wants than to be filled and taken. He’ll take the blame if anything does happen. He wants to feel it. He needs to. He fears he’ll go insane if he doesn’t, as if it’s the one thing his omega needs to finally calm down from pacing in his chest and leave him alone. 

Jimin’s eyes do that innocent doe-eyed thing Jungkook just has naturally, curse those perfect alpha genes, and he pouts ever so slightly. His cheeks are flushed pink and the smell of his slick is high in the air, and it’s smeared all over the alpha’s chin from the way he’d eaten him up. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, stopping in his tracks of putting the condom on as he sees the omega’s expression. 

“What?” He asks, clearly sensing the older is up to something. “You make that expression when you want something. What is it, baby? Want me to eat you out again? Or do you want me to use that vib—”

“No,” Jimin shakes his head, and he enhances his pout further. He huffs a little, petulant, and he turns his head in mock-shyness for a moment. His hand reaches for the alpha’s cock right after, and Jungkook hisses when it makes contact, Jimin’s thumb swirling over the tip. “What if… we didn’t torture your poor, lonely cock by making you wear a condom? Hmm? Just this once. I’ll— I’ll go on birth control right after. So it’ll be—”

“My poor, lonely cock?” Jungkook smirks, biting his bottom lip as he huffs out a laugh. He puts the condom back into the torn packet before he leans over the omega, his arms caging him in. The musk of his scent makes him dizzy with how alpha he smells right now, how turned on and rabid it makes him feel. He looks Jimin straight in the eyes and he doesn’t let him look away. “Baby, I got you pregnant on the first try. I don’t think this would be… safe.”

“But…” The older pleads before rising up and placing a soft kiss onto the corner of Jungkook’s lip. “Please. I swear I’ll take all responsibility. I’ll take Plan B or something.” He tries, but the alpha still looks entirely too unsure, like he wants to give in but won’t for Jimin’s sake. “Some omegas say that when you breastfeed it can’t happen. So— so maybe that’s true. I just— I really want it. I wanna feel you. All the way.”

The alpha sighs, and his head lands onto the crook of Jimin’s neck. The omega rubs the hair on his nape comfortingly while he inhales his pheromones as if he can’t get enough. “Should I be worried about how obsessed you are with me coming inside you?”

Jimin huffs. “No. I’m an omega. I want your babies—” He admits and the alpha raises a questioning eyebrow from his position, nosing at his scent gland. “—just not yet. But I still wanna feel like that’s what’s happening.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods his head, though he still looks unsure. He can’t say no to his omega, Jimin knows that much, and he uses it to his advantage. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He places a tender kiss onto the older’s forehead.

“I love you,” the omega can’t help but say, can’t help the words leaving his lips because even if he already knows Jungkook will do anything he wants if he so much as asks, it’s still pretty nice to get a reminder of it. His hand entangles into the younger’s hair, pulling him closer, and he wraps his legs around his waist until they’re flush together, though they only stay there for a moment before the alpha places them on his shoulders, gracing each ankle with a kiss. 

Jungkook merely smiles, and he kisses Jimin until he’s heaving for a breath of reprieve but not wanting to stop all the while. They part, the alpha taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against the older’s hole as a means to slick himself up. The tip catches onto that tight ring of muscle, and Jimin can’t help but full-bodily squirm at the fact, evoking a whimper. 

“I love you too. So much,” the younger replies. Jimin knows that, of course he does, but hearing it still makes the ringing in his ears reappear. He never tired of it, and he never tired of this. His heart threatens to beat out of his chest at the sheer excitement of finally getting to be one with his alpha in the most intimate of ways. Jungkook holds eye contact with him, the tip of his cock connected to his hole by a web of slick. “Still want this?”

“More than anything.” Jimin nods frantically, pulling the alpha closer and into another searing kiss. Jungkook melts into it until he’s a strong, muscly pile of alpha goo in his arms. 

There’s a brief moment of anticipation, of wondering if it’ll hurt this time — it has been a while —, but then it happens. 

Jungkook’s hips roll into him, and he stops before the halfway point, distracting him with mumbles of how much he loves him, how tight he feels, how perfect he is. He showers him with kisses, on his neck, on his mating mark, all but everywhere he can reach. Jimin is sure he’s covered in love bites at this point, but it matters very little to him now. In fact, in some sick way, it almost makes him proud, proud to wear his alpha’s mark even in such a showy way. 

Jimin gasps when he feels that heavy weight settle into his core, and each time it feels different, yet so familiar. He knows Jungkook and he knows his cock very intimately, but each time they make love, it feels even better than the last. And maybe it’s because it’s been so long by now, but this time it feels especially right. Amazing, even. It feels pleasurable beyond what should be possible, especially considering the alpha merely sits and waits on his haunches like a puppy for his next directions. He lets Jimin adjust to the change, lets him feel every glorious inch and vein and curve. 

It’s the stretch that satisfies his omega, maybe. Feeling the way his body has to make room for the hulking presence of his alpha, for the way his legs part for him, giving him access and letting the younger do what he wants with him. 

It’s… divine. He doesn’t want to be apart from his alpha for so long ever again. It feels as if his body heals itself from inside out just with Jungkook’s presence, like getting stretched by his girth and made to take it stitches him back together. 

It’s the silliest thought he’s ever had, but the pleasure makes Jimin act a little crazy, it always does, never mind now when he’s so horny. He drips slick against the length of the alpha’s cock and it soils their sheets even further. It’s so bad that he’s making a puddle on the bed. They probably should have laid a towel down, but that’s the last thing on his mind now. 

Especially when he feels Jungkook’s hips shift and the way his cock pulsates inside of him, omega desperate to feel his knot stretch him until he’s full and satiated and knotted up like any good omega should be. 

“Fuck, baby,” the alpha groans, leaning over the older and folding his legs even more flush to his body. His head lulls itself to the crook of Jimin’s neck, and he sucks and bites at a spot particularly close to his collarbone. The omega mewls at the sensation, much like a little kitten. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Jimin throws his hands over Jungkook’s neck, and he’s so thankful for the flexibility dancing brought him because the alpha barely pays any mind to how he’s crushing him with his weight, too focused on being enveloped by that tight, velvety heat. He’s mindful not to lean over completely, but the omega is still small compared to him. It’s not like he minds, not really, only trying his best to move his hips in a way that will make the alpha thrust up into him fully, fill him up like he’s supposed to be. 

“You… You feel so good, alpha,” he mewls, turning his head a bit so he’s able to place a wet, sloppy kiss onto his cheek. “You’re so big,” the older breathes, trying desperately to keep his composure, but he can’t. It feels so good to have his cock inside again, to feel how thick and big and good it is. 

Jungkook chuckles into his neck, breathless, before he realizes he’s quite literally got the omega folded in half, and he moves away rapidly, taking a few inches of his precious cock with him, and that just won’t do. Jimin whines, his hands clawing at the alpha’s back as a means to keep him inside. He almost growls — but it comes off as more of a hiss —, even if he knows it’ll make the younger tease him even more. 

“Sorry, sorry,” the alpha apologizes, though it’s mostly performatory, and he’s obviously not sorry at all, mocking his omega for being needy. He’s merciful, thrusting his cock back in slowly and attentively, watching every little expression that shows up on Jimin’s face, the way his eyebrows furrow, the way he bites his lip until it’s swollen, and the way he cries for more when Jungkook stops just below the hilt. “Why didn’t you tell me I was crushing you? I’m bigger than you, you can’t—”

“It’s fine,” Jimin grunts, moving his legs from where they sit at the alpha’s shoulders and wrapping them around his waist again, but this time tightly. He leaves no room for Jungkook to pull away, and the younger chuckles at seeing how insistent Jimin is, how he refuses to let him budge even an inch, not even to let him grab momentum to fill him up to the hilt. “Please— just give me your cock. I deserve it. I’ve been good—”

“You’ve been a brat,” Jungkook tuts, but he feeds another inch or two to Jimin, and the omega can’t help but rock against him, his hips moving beyond his will and trying to take more. The alpha stops him with a firm hand on his stomach, and it only makes the arousal worse, his cock twitching against it. “And you thought your alpha didn’t want to breed you full again. I’d say that’s a pretty bad offense.”

“What, are you gonna spank me?” The omega scoffs petulantly, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous his mate is being. 

Before he can retaliate further or even try to come up with a comeback, the alpha thrusts hard until he’s buried up to the hilt, to the base where that thick swell of his knot resides, the one that’s ever so present and makes Jimin salivate just thinking about it. His head swims, and he can’t even begin to focus on anything, eyes going cross-eyed because he’s finally full. He’s claimed to every degree.

Jungkook has a firm hold on his hips, and he begins to rock his own in sharp, hard rolls. 

“Maybe I will,” the younger simply shrugs, but the sweat dripping down the side of his forehead only tells Jimin that he’s just as affected as he is, if not more. Jimin’s hands envelop into their bed sheets as he uses them as a safety net, being jostled by the alpha’s firm movements. “If you’re not a good boy for me, then I’ll have to.”

There’s nothing more that Jimin wishes for in that moment than to be the type of omega that stays unaffected, the one that can fight back against his alpha even in bed because they both like that, but right now, he’s so lost in the fact that he’s full, that he’s going to get knotted and he’s going to get the cum he’s been longing for and he’s gonna be pampered like he deserves. And all his omega wishes to do is entice Jungkook further so he never leaves them be. So he gets knotted every day until his tummy has a permanent swell from it. 

It’s deranged, it’s filthy, and most of all— these are thoughts the omega usually has in heat. But now… He can’t bring himself to feel shame over wanting to claim what is rightfully his, and the alpha’s cock is his. It’s been his ever since he first bounced on it and got knotted for hours on end. Jungkook never let anyone do that before him. 

“Harder,” Jimin gulps, his nails clipping so hard into the alpha’s back he’s sure he’s leaving angry red lines along the expanse of it. Each time he feels Jungkook bury himself to the base, each time he feels the beginnings of his knot knock against his rim and stretch him further than what should be possible, reach so far it feels like he’s in his womb, he wants to beg for more. For mercy from the way his cock leaks and the way slick drips from him, or mercy in the form of more. “H-Harder. Please. I need it harder.”

He doesn’t expect it, but he definitely should’ve from how bratty he was being, not only now, but from all the pent-up frustration building from not being able to fuck his omega for months after they got the go-ahead. Maybe Jungkook won’t ever say it bothered him directly, and maybe he thinks it didn’t, but his alpha is an animal and he only thinks in the form of fucking and keeping Jimin safe. 

Jungkook lands a hard spank against the swell of his ass, from where it spills and fills out his hips from behind him. It’s sharp, and it hurts, Jungkook’s hand as big as each of his cheeks, but... It’s not just hurt, definitely not. The pleasure goes up and down his spine at the action and when Jungkook repeats it, like he can’t get enough from the way it jiggles and the way Jimin tenses up, he moans loud in the air and his cock spurts cum onto his belly. 

It’s that kind of pleasure that makes him shiver, the one that goes from his neck to his very toes, and he’s fucked right back into oversensitivity by his alpha only slowing his thrusts to let him ride out the orgasm. Jungkook knows what he likes, and what he likes is to not have to think so hard during sex. To just be able to let himself relax and let the alpha take care of him, because he knows how to. 

It’s so embarrassing, though, more than anything before, to come from being spanked because he was a needy little omega who was disobedient towards his alpha and said alpha lost his cool. He got the punishment he deserved, but now he only hopes for more as he twitches against the sheets.

His hands grip the mattress for dear life, and he cries when the younger’s hand lands that familiar sting against his other cheek as well. He must be blooming pink already, it takes him nothing to bruise. He’s like a peach in that way, and by the way Jungkook stares at his ass, groaning, he knows it must be a sight. 

His alpha did always have a penchant for making Jimin look as claimed as possible. Nobody else can see his ass besides him anyway, but maybe that makes the handprints all that much more satisfying. He traces the soft skin with his fingers, and his thrusts start becoming more erratic, faster. They’re anything but gentle now, but Jimin only feels like he’s in heaven as he’s spread open on Jungkook’s cock, feeling the familiar pull of his knot grow. 

“Brat,” Jungkook hisses, his hands moving to hold his hips in a bruising grip, stopping any movements. It’s a silent message of, I’m in control now. You say stop, I stop, but until you don’t, I get to do what I want with you. It makes him wetter than it should, but he’s still over-sensitive and coming down from his orgasm, legs barely able to stay in place, so he can’t be blamed.

The words should sound bitter from the alpha’s mouth as all he wants right now is praise, but they’re paired with a deep kiss to his lips. 

Jungkook pushes his bottom lip down as they separate, slick with saliva. “Is alpha fucking you good, bratty lil’ omega?”

“S-so good,” he gasps out, each thrust feeling like a jab to his prostate, but Jungkook reaches so deep it might as well be unintentional, like he doesn’t even have to try to graze that spot of utter pleasure. Tears slip from his eyes as he holds the alpha as close to him as one can get. Maybe it’s his orgasm making him even more emotional, or the fact that Jungkook looks so handsome with his sweaty hair pushed off of his forehead, but either way, he loves being reminded he’s his omega. “Love you, alpha. ‘S perfect. Love your cock so much.”

Jungkook chuckles meanly, his hand caressing Jimin’s tear-stricken cheek. A particularly hard thrust makes the omega cry out and nuzzle into his hand. “I love you too, baby. Not much of a brat now, hm? Just gotta— fuck— spank you until you’re my good boy again, and then you’re sweet for me.”

“I’m always sweet,” Jimin frowns, his lower lip jutting into a pout. “I-I’ve just missed it so much. I want your knot. Want you to come— ngh— inside me until my tummy’s full with it.”

“You are,” the younger groans, nodding. He kisses Jimin’s button nose. “You’re my sweetest omega,” he rolls his hips in a circle and only now can Jimin feel how thick the base of his cock is getting, his knot starting to swell ever-so-slightly, already wanting to lock inside. “So perfect for me. So wet and tight and beautiful. Carried my pup so well. All mine. Never gonna let anyone else have you.”

“Would never want anyone else. Would never let anyone else touch me like you,” the omega breathes, reaching for Jungkook so he can get kissed until all his worries fade into nothingness. Of course, his alpha complies without needing to be convinced, his lips placing themselves on Jimin’s until they mold together and it’s laced with so much affection, so much love for each other, the way they know exactly how to kiss each other. 

Jimin loves it. There’s nothing in this world that’s better than knowing you have a home to return to. A person who will always be yours, who will always lick your wounds and help you pick yourself back up. And most of all, he loves how good his alpha is at making him feel like he’s perfect. Like he’s something Jungkook wouldn’t trade for the world. 

Jungkook’s need to knot him becomes more apparent when his hips start snapping up into him at speeds which shouldn’t really be possible, but it’s so fast and good and mind-numbing that all Jimin can do is try to hold onto the alpha and kiss back, though at this point it’s mostly Jungkook handling the kiss, letting him lick into every corner of his mouth until he feels thoroughly claimed, until there’s not a part of him that the younger hasn’t touched. 

There’s something entirely addicting to the knowledge that you’re going to be knotted, that you’re going to be filled until there’s no more space inside of you and that you’re going to be taken care of.

Jimin can relax in Jungkook’s arms, even if by now he’s already heading into another orgasm, unable to stop it because Jungkook’s cock is just so big and thick and it hits his prostate perfectly and it’s just so deep and huge, and, god—

His mind is fuzzy, and he can barely make sense of the pleasure he feels, of the way he drips from both sides, of the way his ass stings from the way he’d been spanked. 

The only thing he can focus on is that he can feel his alpha’s knot. It’s big and imposing and it’s an unmistakable weight. It slips inside each time Jungkook thrusts to the base, and the alpha growls in a way that only means that he’s going to come soon.

Jimin knows all of his sounds, and when he sounds more animal than man — that’s when he’s close. They separate from their kiss, Jungkook immediately latching onto his mating bite and sucking at the spot hard before laving over it with his tongue, soothing. 

There’s spit all over Jimin’s lips from where they’d kissed and he feels so messy with cum and slick all over him, but he wants to come again. He wants to come with his alpha and he wants to do it when he’s stuffed full with a knot, unable to move, made to stay and take it like a good omega. 

“Alpha, alpha,” he cries, tears flowing down his cheeks and immediately once Jungkook notices them, rising from his spot in the crook of Jimin’s neck, he licks them up like a starving man, growling all the while. Jimin’s glossy eyes look at him with wanting, and his legs cross themselves even tighter against the younger’s lower back. “Please. I need it. Give me your knot. Fill me up until my belly’s swollen with it—”

“Such a good boy, don’t cry, don’t cry, alpha will give you what you want,” the alpha replies, his voice that specific raspy and deep tone it always gets when his alpha has more control of him than usual. 

There’s no mistaking it now, the feeling he gets when the alpha grinds his cock in further, when he feels it so deep it shouldn’t be humanly possible. When he feels like he’s being spared open in the best way possible. His knot is really beginning to latch on now, locking inside of Jimin’s tight hole, spreading him open at the widest part.

Jimin can barely handle it, the euphoria that spreads through him at being stretched and finally getting what he’s wanted, what he’s needed all this time. 

He can’t remember to breathe. Can’t remember to do anything but let the alpha ride out the wave until he’s locked inside of him and they’re connected on the most primal of levels.

Jungkook grunts as he thrusts a handful of times more, until it’s impossible to do anything but swivel his hips in tight circles, his knot too big to pull out. His head drops to Jimin’s collarbone, and he bites at his mating mark with his canines, making the omega scream out in pleasure. It’s too loud, they shouldn’t be so loud, and yet, when Jimin starts to come, he can’t contain his noises, gripping at the alpha’s hair. 

There’s some blood coating the alpha’s mouth from the bite, he’s sure of it, but he can barely pay attention to it at the moment. He would scold him, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. 

“God, baby, fuck.” Jungkook growls, his thrusts aiming right for Jimin’s prostate as the dam breaks and he starts to come, too. His eyes are closed shut, but he speaks with the piece of skin he’s sucking on still in his mouth. It sounds really fucking ridiculous, the way his canines have grown so large it’s hard for him to talk normally, but Jimin only finds it incredibly hot now.

His hand descends to the omega’s cock and he jerks him off, pumping it up and down and swiping over the head with his fingers until Jimin’s a squirming mess in his arms, unable to take more. “You did so good for me, love you so much.”

The knot residing in him right now and the spurts of cum that sporadically fill him up so much it feels as if he should have no space left inside of him make it very hard to be coherent, but Jimin still tries. 

“You’re so goddamn big,” he huffs, unable to stop a breathless laugh from escaping him. Jungkook holds him close to his body, not letting an inch of their sweaty skin remain untouched. “Brute.”

“My little omega likes that I’m this big,” the alpha shrugs before he licks off the remainder of Jimin’s cum from his hand. The omega watches his every move and it makes him bite his lip at the visual. He’s so sweaty, tanned skin and tattoos glowing in the dark light of their bedroom, and strands of his jet black hair fall onto his forehead. “He likes being thrown around.”

Jimin merely shakes his head at the younger’s antics, his stomach still clenched up with how hard he came just moments ago. Jungkook can’t stand to be stuck in this position for long, he knows that, he doesn’t like when they’re not able to cuddle after knotting.

Even in his rut, he’s sane and conscious enough to flip them around so Jimin is on top of him each time. He does so even now, without fail, kissing the omega’s forehead once he’s comfortably settled, the knot in between his legs stretching him even wider like this. 

It’s a very weird feeling to explain. Maybe it is because he’s small and his alpha is big, but it’s somehow even more satisfying that way, knowing that he’s taking his mate even if most would struggle with it. He’s used to it by now, of course, but it makes it no less pleasurable. In fact, his cock twitches on his stomach each time the alpha’s hips cant up uncontrollably. 

Jungkook’s hands immediately take permanent residency on his ass, and he plays with the slick escaping beyond his knot. “You don’t even know how good you look right now. I wanna fuck you again and my knot’s not gonna go down for another hour at least. Torture.”

Jimin smacks his lips together before laving his tongue over the alpha’s squishy pecs. They’re pure muscle, but once they’re relaxed like this, they feel soft like a pillow. “I— I can’t even think. Your knot feels bigger than usual. Make it stop.”

“What?” Jungkook laughs, finding the omega’s claim ridiculous. “I’m pent-up. Don’t make fun of me, and don’t even think of trying to convince me you don’t love having me inside.”

The omega hums, mulling over a reply. He sees the baby monitor on their night stand and immediately smiles. “I can’t believe he slept through all of that. We need to get soundproofing in here or something.”

“Or a gag for you,” the younger smiles wide, teasing. Jimin smacks his pec and the alpha pouts in mock-hurt. “I put his white noise on for him. He can’t hear a thing,” he explains and the omega nods, fully understanding now because when their baby knocks out, he knocks out. He’s like Jungkook in that way. Not a care in the world as he snores away. Unlike them, Jimin is the lightest sleeper ever. “Which means… technically… I could eat my cum outta you once my knot goes down. Just to, you know, make you sleep better. You just gotta lie there.”

Jimin smiles at how ridiculous his mate is being, his libido ever-so-present. To be fair, though, he wouldn’t mind. Maybe he’ll get to take that knot in his mouth, too, if they have time. He jumps up once another spurt of cum fills him up further, and Jungkook immediately holds his hips down as to not hurt him by pulling on his rim too hard. It’s sweet, and it only makes him hotter to Jimin, seeing how much he cares about his well-being. 

“Okay,” the omega nods, leaning his head upwards so he can get a kiss. Jungkook obliges, placing two tender pecks onto his plump lips. “Whatever you want, alpha.”

“You’re so high on alpha pheromones right now it’s ridiculous. My cum’s made you into a pliant little omega. It’s unlike you. Bring back my feisty Jimin.” The younger jokes. 

“He’s here, just taking a break. I’m just… really happy. And I feel good.”

“That’s good,” Jungkook smiles, puffing his chest out like a proud peacock, and Jimin can’t help but smile at that, too. The alpha’s face turns sheepish for a moment and he’s left confused, but he doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation. “That just means you can’t be mad that I punctured your mating bite again.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin hisses, shaking his head in disappointment. Jungkook can’t control it sometimes, and the need to be close prevails when they’re doing something so intimate, but the amount of times his friends have been worried over seeing him show up with a huge bruise on his neck is uncountable at this point. The mark doesn’t throb, because ultimately Jimin only feels pleasure when the alpha’s teeth make way again, but it’s still annoying. “I’ll murder you. You better lick it clean so it heals over.”

“Once my knot goes down a bit, I’ll be on it, sir,” the alpha does a mock-salute like he’s a sergeant. He turns serious again for a moment, his eyes filled with adoration as he kisses him again, this time deeper and more meaningful.

Once they separate, his thumb caresses Jimin’s chin softly. “I love you, baby. So fucking much. Thank you for letting me have you. And… for having my baby and being the perfect mommy and just… everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tears prick Jimin’s eyes, but he refuses to let them fall, doesn’t want to worry the alpha into his feral protective mode that he always goes into once he cries. 

Instead, he tugs him into a bone-crushing hug-slash-cuddle. 

“I love you too. Stop being so cheesy. I’m aware of how perfect I am.” Jimin teases, obviously meaning for it to be a joke. 

“Good,” the alpha nods, serious, as he moves to kiss his cheek. “Because you are. No other omega even compares. I don’t even think about other omegas. I don’t even know other omegas besides you.”

“You’re being ridiculous again,” the omega sighs. 

“No,” he shakes his head before moving in to pepper more kisses against the older’s neck. “I’m showing you how much I love you. And, for the record, whenever you want to get back into dancing, I’m on it immediately, okay? Me and Iseul will have your back. Just like you have ours.”

“Why do you like making me cry when I’m stuck on your knot. Stop it.”

“Don’t cry,” the alpha demands. “No crying or I’ll be forced to fuck you again. And we all know how absolutely terrible that would be.”

“Mm, terrible, yes,” Jimin replies before he’s pulled into another kiss. 

It’s really perfect. 

So even if Iseul wakes up at 6 AM and demands to be fed while Jimin is what feels like the most exhausted omega in the world, he can’t complain. His alpha sits behind them both and he lets the omega lean onto him as their pup eats. Jungkook tells him to just close his eyes and sleep if he needs to, that he’s right there to take the pup to his crib if there’s a need for it. 

Jimin closes his tired eyes so easily because there’s nothing to be afraid of, now. His alpha’s got him. 

♥️

“If you growl at the doctor again, I’ll murder you.” Jimin threatens as he changes back into his clothes, their doctor’s appointment almost all done by now. He’s healed very well, that’s what he’s been told, multiple times by now, and he’s able to go back on his birth control as soon as he wants to. 

He’s also not pregnant, which is a good thing right now. Jungkook did freak out a little the morning after realizing what they’ve done, and also just how much he came inside Jimin. But it was perfectly fine. His first heat after giving birth is still at least a few months away, if only the alpha wasn’t such a worrywart when it came to him, he’d have realized Jimin was completely right all along. As always. 

“She was looking at your ass. Forgive me for wanting to be the only one that looks at it,” he grumbles, crossing his arms before he moves closer to help Jimin button up his baggy jeans. It’s sweet, the way he shows he cares, so the omega can’t even bring himself to be entirely mad, and he’s sure the alpha can tell by his scent. 

“Don’t be embarrassing. She was just checking that I’m fine, and I am, so this’ll be our last appointment for a while now, okay? Until I get pregnant again, no more doctors.”

“Thank fucking god,” the alpha sighs, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, and staying like that for a moment, until those hands start wandering to his ass, and then Jimin slaps them away. Jungkook pouts, but just as he’s about to speak some possessive nonsense again, the doctor walks back into the room with her clipboard, and he goes all protective-alpha-guard-dog as he always does in front of her, making the omega roll his eyes. 

The amount of protective pheromones in that room is ridiculous. Jungkook is lucky he smells damn good like that and that it soothes his omega, or else he’d be made to wait outside. Jimin wouldn’t hesitate. 

“Jimin-ssi, Jungkook-ssi,” the doctor says with a smile, and Jimin returns it while Jungkook only manages not to scowl. “Everything is perfectly fine. So you can take a deep breath now and relax, both of you.” She flips through her clipboard for a moment, humming as she does. “Your blood work is great, and you’re as healthy as one can be. Nothing to worry about at all.”

Jimin sighs in relief — he didn’t think otherwise, he feels good, too, but it’s always nice to get a confirmation —,  and Jungkook kisses the crown of his head as a means of comfort. “That’s great,” he nods. “Thank you.”

The doctor shakes her head. “No need to thank me, your alpha’s done an amazing job at keeping you healthy. I’ve prescribed your birth control again so all you need to do is go to the pharmacy to pick it up, and—” 

She trails off for a moment, turning sheepish and the slightest bit awkward, the smile lines near her lips reappearing as she gives them a small grin. “Your cervix is a bit bruised, Jimin-ssi, so I’d advise you to keep that in mind. I know it’s not exactly something either of you can control, but…”

Jimin flushes red like a tomato, left speechless. His cheeks burn and he can barely come up with a response. He knows Jungkook is big, and, okay, he’d never gone for a checkup so soon after they’d had sex, so this has never happened before, but it’s simultaneously the most embarrassing thing ever and somehow the hottest thing ever to his stupid, sex-crazed omega. 

It’s not like he could have known this would happen. Nothing hurts when they’re having sex, in fact the fact that Jungkook reaches so deep feels really fucking good, so curse him for not noticing.

He’s cursing himself right now, knowing Jungkook’s alpha will take that as a gloating moment. It’s mostly just embarrassing, but of course some part of him finds it somewhat hot, too. For reasons unknown. Cursed be the size kink he has going on.

Jungkook puffs out his chest like he’s proud. Jimin resists the urge to hit those slutty, too-big pecs right down. 

From that day on, the alpha has no problems with the omega’s doctor. None at all, but Jimin refuses to take him along for checkups all the same. 

Stupid alpha pride.