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Every single one of these contain boypussy Jimin, and Jeongguk is also older than Jimin in a lot of them, if that matters. 

I probably missed a few nitpicky tags, but frankly I'm not sweating it.

1. a/b/o, kinda stepcest, vague edging, mommy kink, possessive jeongguk, vague choking, oral fixation, squirting, mentions of infertility & pregnancy, jimin is referred to as he/him unless in the context of wife/step-mom
2. a/b/o, incest, accidental/non-con anal, choking
3. blowjob, cum swallowing, little bit of choking and bdsm dynamics
4. a/b/o, ahegao, pillow humping, incest but they don't fuck
5. mirror sex, very brief mention of fisting, jimin passes out
6. incest, jealous jimin, dub-con, choking, pussy slapping, a little bit of angst, it's heavily hinted at that jeongguk is strict about jimin swearing
7. incest, drugging, non-con somnophilia. it’s basically rape tbh.
8. a/b/o, verging on age play to be honest. jimin has tits, nipple sucking, jeongguk is mean and manipulative, he also picks out jimin’s clothes for him, jimin is kind of dumb
9. a/b/o, size difference, finger fucking, squirting, breeding kink
10. toxic relationship, possessive jeongguk, hints at an unbalanced power dynamic, mention of unsolicited nudes (not between km), jeongguk gets really angry/jealous & smashes jimin’s phone
11. a/b/o, anal, brief mention of safe words & squirting, jeongguk is mean, namjoon is jimin's older brother
12. themes of corruption/manipulation, jeongguk is kind of mean, innocent/dumb jimin, little bit of dacryphilia, cunnilingus, jeongguk also bites jimin’s clit to make him cum

there's four more but i procrastinate like nobody's business, so i will maybe edit and post those sometime within my lifetime? fingers crossed lmao

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Alpha Namjoon who can’t get his desperate-for-a-pup omega pregnant, no matter how hard they try. It gets to a point where Jimin becomes bedridden, crippled with raw grief and insurmountable guilt over his apparent infertility. They both assume he’s the reason all the pregnancy tests have been coming back negative, because Namjoon already has a son, so there’s no way he's shooting blanks.

Tensions rise, and days go by where Jimin refuses to speak a word. Namjoon tries telling him that it's not a big deal, that they can adopt, but as an alpha, he doesn't understand the shame Jimin feels at being unable to do the one thing he's genetically coded to do.  

He's stubborn in his misery, refusing all of Namjoon's attempts at comfort, and their relationship suffers a lot for it. As a last ditch effort to help heal Jimin's heartache, Namjoon suggests that they get a surrogate, and Jimin rages at the implications.

Namjoon doesn't understand why Jimin gets so angry when he suggests it, nor does he understand why Jimin tells him later that night that they should get a divorce. 

For all that he tries, he just doesn't understand.

They talk it out the next day and decide to split up, with Jimin ultimately admitting that he doesn't love him anymore. Namjoon despairs, but once the truth is so blatantly set out before him, he looks back and realises that they'd fallen out of love a long time ago.

Probably around the time his son started coming around.

Namjoon has never dared to speak the words into existence, but when Jeongguk comes over to help Jimin move his things later that day, as the omega had outright refused Namjoon's help, it's clear to him that Jeongguk has always had a startling willingness to be at Jimin's every beck and call. 

Since the second they'd met, Jimin as Jeongguk's future step-mother, Namjoon had noticed his son's pitifully enamoured look, and unfortunately, Jeongguk hadn't been the only one. Jimin had stared helplessly at his fiancés son for perhaps too long to be polite before he’d snapped out of it enough to greet him properly. 

That Jeongguk is just shy of two years older than Jimin only seems to further the magnetism between the two, and over the years, Namjoon has had to silently bear witness to his son slowly but surely falling for his very own step-mother.

It occurred to Namjoon shortly after the first time he heard Jeongguk call Jimin Mommy, that Jeongguk craves Jimin in a way a step-son should never crave their step-mother. Coming from Jeongguk who refuses to call his biological mother anything that's not her given name… well, Namjoon can't be blamed for thinking the worst right from the beginning. (Being right has never felt so wrong.)

A rift had been torn in Namjoon’s relationship with his son because of it, both of them knowing down to their bones but unwilling to acknowledge that Jeongguk wants Jimin.

As perverse as Namjoon knows it is, he never pulled Jeongguk up on it, for reasons unknown to even him, but in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have made a difference anyways. Jimin has always worn his heart on his sleeve. He loved Namjoon. Was in love with him once upon a time. But then Jeongguk started visiting, and then Jimin failed to fall pregnant, and then Namjoon began suggesting increasingly hurtful alternatives that only served to further wound Jimin's omega pride.

So who can blame him for setting his sights on someone else, someone closer to his age? Step-son or not, Jeongguk undoubtedly ticks all of Jimin's boxes, and he's already half head over heels for Jimin besides.

It hurts in a dull sort of way, but Namjoon doesn't say anything when he hears from his son that Jimin is moving in with him. He doesn't say anything either when he's told by his bitter son after the divorce is finalised that he's a useless alpha, because Jimin was never the reason they didn't get pregnant.

How could he be, when he's currently pregnant with Jeongguk's own child?

Namjoon was the problem, after all. Never Jimin. 

Jimin's caught in a delicious sort of agony, having had more than a few orgasms denied to him by now. The pleasure of being just shy of relief is overstimulating him without bringing any true satisfaction, forcing needy little sounds out of his throat as slick gushes out of him.

"Alpha, pl-ease." His voice catches in his throat, desperate to fall face first into his long awaited release. "Please."

Jeongguk pats Jimin's soaked pussy. "Not yet," he says, voice husky. "You can wait, can't you? Like a good little mommy?"

Jimin's hips jump, seeking friction but not getting any. Jeongguk licks a shameless stripe over his slick covered hand, maintaining eye contact and moaning at the taste of his omega. 

"Taste so good, baby," he praises with reverence, the breathy lull of his voice in stark contrast with the way he fists his other hand in Jimin's hair and pulls his head back, bearing his bruise covered neck, and drags his lips down the side of Jimin's throat, loudly inhaling his omega's scent.

"N-No," Jimin cries, stunned. His small hands are quick to try and push Jeongguk away from his neck with panicked urgency, understanding too well what the action implies.

"No?" Jeongguk hisses, his grip on Jimin's hair tightening, furious and hurt over the denial. Upon seeing the pained grimace on his omega's face, he lets go and gently pats his hair down, the air about him somehow managing to be both condescending and soothing.

He runs his hand down the side of Jimin's face before leaning back to pry his legs open with one hand. The casual display of strength, the effortless way he holds them open with just one hand, has Jimin’s core burning unbearably hot.

"Not—" Jimin swallows. "Not yet." 

Pacified, Jeongguk shuffles in between the v of Jimin's legs and goes back to sucking his neck, tongue laving over the not-quite-mating-bite he'd left there just days prior. His teeth have never truly broken skin, at least not enough for any sort of claim to stick, but the promise of a future bite is enough to keep him going.

His lips eventually catch Jimin's, and the way they kiss is absolutely debauched. They lick into each other's mouths and trade spit back and forth, Jeongguk sucking Jimin's plump bottom lip into his mouth and pulling until Jimin whines prettily, urging himself forward to reconnect their mouths properly.

The filthy way they kiss serves as a big enough distraction for Jeongguk to get himself out of his pants without Jimin even noticing, his hard length red with need. He smacks one last kiss on Jimin's lips before pulling back, reaching up to tuck Jimin's hair behind his ear and take in the glazed over look in his eyes.

"Hm?" Jimin hums, blinking languidly, visibly taking a second to gather his wits about him.

Jeongguk wastes no more time kicking his pants completely off, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth when his dick jumps in excitement, drawing Jimin's attention and making a fresh wave of slick ooze out of him.

The sweet smell of it assaults Jeongguk's senses, invading his nose and going straight to his throbbing cock. He curses under his breath, taking himself in hand and lining his dick up with Jimin's eager hole. After all the edging, he's loosened up plenty and he's so wet with arousal that Jeongguk couldn't resist the inviting pull of his warm cunt even if he tried.

"You ready, baby?" Jeongguk doesn't forget to ask.

Jimin nods with a needy little whine, and Jeongguk is so sweet on his omega that he doesn't know what to do with himself. He bends down to kiss Jimin as he slides home inside of him, swallowing the loud moan that gets punched out of him.

Jeongguk's big, warm hands curl around Jimin's hips hard enough to bruise so he can physically pull him closer on every thrust, forcing himself in so deep that Jimin swears he's reaching places no one else ever has.

"Shit. Always—" Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut in tortured bliss, sucking in a sharp breath and letting out a deep groan. He takes a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "Always suck me in so good."

Jimin doesn't answer, lacking any sort of coherency when the sound of the fat of his ass clapping against the heavy weight of Jeongguk's balls makes his cheeks burn red hot and his mind go out of focus, the endless stream of slick leaking out of him making these obscene, lewd squelching noises that only seem to encourage Jeongguk to fuck him harder.

There's a puddle forming underneath him, likely soaking the sheets and the mattress, too.

It's awful. It's gross. It's exactly how Jeongguk likes it.

"So pretty, Mommy," Jeongguk coos, bending down to press sweet kisses all over Jimin's overwhelmed face.

Jimin moans in tune with each of Jeongguk's thrusts, feeling like a rag doll as he's manhandled however Jeongguk wants. He crosses his ankles at Jeongguk's back, weakly pulling his alpha closer.

"'m y-yours," he stutters, cheeks burning at the declaration.

"Yeah? All mine?" Jeongguk digs his nose into the scent glad at Jimin's throat and drags his face up so he can whisper his filth right into the omega's ear. "All mine to fuck and breed and to own?”

"I c-can't get—" Jimin starts, but is cut off by Jeongguk's annoyed growl. 

“I’ll make you. That useless fucking alpha couldn't knock you up, but I will."

The unabashed disrespect towards his very own father is ridiculously hot to Jimin, and he whines pitifully in response, feeling almost lightheaded at Jeongguk's bold claim, wanting it so bad. Good omega's give their alpha's pups, don't they?

He shuts his eyes tight, winding his arms around Jeongguk's neck. 

"Jeonggukie will give me a p-pup?" Jimin asks, something achingly vulnerable in the tone of his voice even as Jeongguk relentlessly pounds into him, his shameful insecurity laid bare.

Never before has it been so obvious how much he suffers for his lack of a pup.

"I'll make you a real mommy," Jeongguk promises, voice holding a strength it never has before. "Knot you again and again until it takes. Until your tits are fat enough with milk that I can fuck them." 

All Jimin can do is let out an encouraging moan, heat fanning out in the pit of his stomach at a frankly worrying pace.

"Fuck, so fucking… you feel so good, baby. My omega. My perfect omega.”

Tears tease the corners of Jimin's waterline as he clings tighter to Jeongguk, sounds of pure pleasure erupting out of his throat in an unsteady staccato. His hips stutter in fright, an almost-attempt to escape the foreign feeling, when one of Jeongguk's fingers brushes very intentionally over his rim. It startles him so much that he lets out a breathless exclamation of his alpha's name, heat flooding his face.

It earns him a pleased rumble. "Anyone ever been in here, baby?"

"No," Jimin admits after taking a second to gather his bearings. "J-Just a finger."

"Yours?" Jeongguk ropes an arm around Jimin's waist, maintaining unblinking eye contact.

Jimin nods. So cute. “I was too scared to try to fit any more."

Jeongguk grunts, his rhythm faltering at the mental image. "Always so small everywhere," he says, bending down to suck one of Jimin's nipples into his mouth, his hot breath sending shivers across Jimin's body. "But alpha will fit, won't he?"

Jimin shakes his head against the sheets, terrified and excited and delirious with warring need. He wants it because Jeongguk wants it, but he doesn't want it because he's not ready.

Jeongguk releases Jimin's nipple to let out a short huff of laughter, lifting his head to lick filthily into the youngers mouth. Jimin whines, kissing back with delirious fervour.

"Another day," he amends, seeing his omega's uncertainty and also not ready for such a time consuming detour right now.

When Jeongguk pulls away to give them space to catch their breaths, Jimin chases his lips with a needy sound in the back of his throat, and then suddenly, a finger slips inside his cunt right alongside Jeongguk’s throbbing cock. It doesn't hurt at all, he's so wet that it won't be long before he'll have a hard time keeping anything inside.

Even if he knows that doing that gives an instinctual part of Jeongguk steady assurance that he can take his knot, the humiliation of it is downright dizzying.

"Taking me so well," Jeongguk grunts, free hand curling around Jimin's neck, right over the scent gland there.

Jimin's breath hitches. It's not enough. He wants to feel his alpha in his stomach, in his cervix, in his throat, in his skin. Everywhere.

Jeongguk can't help the fondness that bubbles up in his chest as soon as he sees the big fat tears rolling down Jimin's cheeks, and he doesn't hesitate to lick them right up. The finger that was in Jimin's pussy gets taken out and Jeongguk forces it inside Jimin's mouth without any fanfare.

Jimin moans around the digit, that empty feeling in his soul feeling just a tiny bit more soothed. His eyes close with a pleased little rumble when Jeongguk forces another finger into his mouth and hooks it behind the bottom row of his teeth to stretch his mouth open.

The hand Jeongguk has on his neck feels scorching hot now, possessive. He's holding Jimin like he owns him. 

And he will, soon enough. 

Jeongguk takes his fingers out of Jimin's mouth, carelessly dragging his bottom lip down and then wiping his sticky, wet fingers on Jimin's chin. He grips Jimin's waist with his hand and watches the euphoric look on his omega's face with smug rapture.

“Jeonggukie," Jimin whimpers, swirling his hips, craving a bigger stretch. "Need... need your knot."

"You gotta be patient, baby." Jeongguk uses the hand on Jimin's waist to encourage the mindless movement of his hips. "I'll give my omega what he wants," he promises, thumbing at Jimin's swollen clit.

The reaction is immediate. Jimin goes almost completely boneless as he sobs and pleads with Jeongguk to go harder. Faster.

He's making these pathetic, needy little sounds that stir up a consuming heat in the pit of Jeongguk's stomach. Jimin burrows his head into Jeongguk's neck, drooling shamelessly with his lips perpetually open to let out sinful sounds.

His slick drips down Jeongguk's length, his drool carving an icy trail down Jeongguk's overheated chest, and the mess only serves to encourage Jeongguk to fuck his mommy dumber.

"Mommy wants my knot?" Jeongguk asks, voice guttural.

Wet, velvety walls tighten around his dick, Jimin babbling out a frantic litany of yes, please, 'm gonna cum, as his enthusiastic agreement.

Jeongguk swears under his breath, the unbearably tight convulsions of Jimin's cunt around his cock inspiring an instinctual response. He feels his knot start to grow as Jimin babbles at him to stop and slow down, overwhelmed but not actually moving a muscle to stop.

Jimin whines on every exhale as Jeongguk keeps fucking him through his orgasm, the alpha chasing his own release and somehow fucking Jimin even faster now, addicted to the wild spasming of his pussy. 

Jimin's orgasm passes after being dragged out for as long as it could be, and then he's just left to suffer the overstimulation as Jeongguk starts rubbing circles into his clit. He flinches, literally crying in sensitivity now as Jeongguk picks up the pace of his thrusts. Jimin isn't exactly lucid, but he knows he'll endure anything to get Jeongguk's knot.

To get pregnant with his alpha's pup.

He squeezes his arms around Jeongguk's neck, one hand raking through his alpha's sweat drenched hair as he feels the bulbous intrusion of Jeongguk's knot kissing at his hole, big enough to be noticeable but nowhere near big enough to get caught inside yet.

His thighs shake uncontrollably and his stomach quivers with aftershocks. "Please, Jeonggukie. Alpha. Knot me, please." He grips a handful of Jeongguk's hair to ground himself. "Need it inside."

"Cum for me again," Jeongguk demands, his knot caught inside now, not yet swelled to its fullest extent, but too big to keep fucking in and out of Jimin's stretched pussy.

Jimin is helpless to deny him, hips canting upwards as his eyes close in pained pleasure, and he actually squirts. 

It’s what pushes Jeongguk over the edge. He buries his face in Jimin's neck, his cock twitching once, twice, then, "Fuck," he drags out, "Mommy–"

And Jeongguk is cumming hard, his knot finally tying them together.

Jimin is panting, breathless. "Alpha’s gonna make me a Mama?" He slurs. 

Jeongguk grins viciously, itching to rub it in his father's incompetent face. "Sure am," he coos, rubbing a hand up and down Jimin's back. "Nothing's gonna stop me."

Jimin smiles, pleased and knot drunk. "Okay."

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Jeongguk's thrusts are uncoordinated in his desperate chase towards release, no regard for giving his little brother his third? fourth? orgasm as he fucks hard and fast into Jimin's sloppy, wet, omega pussy. He’s so ridiculously soaked that the drag in and out is near frictionless.

So, like many times before when Jimin's cunt has become loose from being too wet, Jeongguk's cock slips right out. When he lines himself back up, he's too enamoured with the sight of Jimin's tear soaked face, too occupied listening to his nonsensical babbling, soaking it all in with a scorching fire in his gut, that he doesn't look down to guide his dick back in. 

Jimin's eyes blow wide and his body snaps into rigid stiffness when Jeongguk thrusts back in, and Jeongguk immediately puzzles over the fit being impossibly tighter than it was a moment ago.

Jimin's face screws up in pain and his entire body jerks away from Jeongguk, his hands quickly shooting up to Jeongguk's chest and frantically trying to push the alpha away with boneless, weak arms. His legs kick out, tears running down his cheeks anew, and he starts hysterically telling Jeongguk to pull out.

And it's not that Jeongguk doesn’t hear him or that he cares so little about Jimin that he purposely disregards his genuine cues of discomfort, but that Jimin's ass is so tight that he can't fathom denying himself the pleasure of fucking a hole that hugs his cock so perfectly, swallowing it with just the right amount of pressure.

His precious little brother's ass isn’t prepared for anal in the slightest, and Jeongguk hates to be the cause of Jimin's pain, he really does, but pulling out now just isn't a possibility.

Besides, Jeongguk's cock is drenched in Jimin's slick, the very same that has been steadily dripping down the omega's cunt and between his cheeks, so the slide isn’t nearly as painful as it otherwise would've been if Jimin didn't have a pussy that leaks like a faucet with something as simple as a look from Jeongguk. He’s got such a virginal charm about him, his body sensitive and reactive in a way that Jeongguk finds adorably irresistible.

Jeongguk leans down to whisper praises in Jimin's ear, one hand running through his hair soothingly as his hips continue inching forward until he bottoms out. Jimin shakes his head, still trying to push Jeongguk away with uncontrolled shoving.

Jeongguk's chest vibrates on a low purr, the sound calming Jimin down in a visceral, base instinct sort of way. It's unintentional, but it does the job, so Jeongguk doesn't stop. He really does hate contributing to Jimin's pain, so if this’ll comfort his brother, he'll continue doing it.

His hips pull back and then snap forward, completely out of his control, almost reflexive, and a groan slips out of his throat from deep within his chest. It’s so deliciously tight. The contrast to Jimin's gaping cunt is a jarring one.

Jeongguk's thrusts turn animalistic, driven by the desperation to cum and encouraged by the staccato moans his rough fucking keeps punching out of Jimin. Jeongguk picks up the pace, furiously fucking Jimin's ass with abandon, and when his guilt over not stopping when Jimin asked him to finally catches up to him, he slides a hand down in between their bodies to Jimin's wet folds and starts pinching and rubbing at his swollen clit. 

Two fingers soon glide unimpeded into Jimin's pussy, fast to curl and tease at his g-spot, and Jeongguk has to actively focus in order to thrust his hand in time with his hips. 

It isn't long before the omega starts moaning all on his own, still with an undercurrent of undeniable pain, but there's sounds of genuine pleasure there, too. 

He whines helplessly, finally giving up on pushing Jeongguk away and instead curling one of his hands around the wrist of Jeongguk's free hand, mindlessly guiding it to his throat and letting out a breathless moan when Jeongguk immediately gets the message and starts choking him. He brings his other hand up to hold Jeongguk's wrist, too, needing the contact to ground himself. 

His eyes roll into the back of his head, legs shaking uncontrollably when his fourth? fifth? orgasm suddenly hits him, and he cums with a hoarse, choked off moan. 

Jeongguk's fingers don't stop jabbing at his g-spot and his brutal thrusts don't slow at all, his grip around Jimin’s throat tightening just enough to give Jimin the thrill of pleasure he’s been blindly searching for but not enough to truly be too much. He is frustratingly relentless.

"Fuck," Jeongguk hisses. "So fucking tight." He punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that echo the slap of their debauchery in the unbearably hot room.

Jimin thrashes on the bed, his hands going back and forth between each of Jeongguk's wrists to try and push them away. Jeongguk only relents his hold around his throat.

Jimin's legs keep trying to close, but it's all in vain as Jeongguk is still firmly in between them.

"Jeongguk–” Jimin tries, but his voice won't stop catching in his throat, his body devastatingly hypersensitive and still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm.  

Jeongguk doesn't slow down his thrusts until he's cumming into the godawful condom he dutifully wears at Jimin's continued insistence — "Jeonggukie, what if I get pregnant? :( I love you, but I can't have hyung's baby." — groaning as Jimin's cunt tightens around his fingers when he cums again, too. 

Jimin shudders, back bowing off the bed, and then he's squirting, cunt gushing wet. Jeongguk yanks his fingers out to messily rub at his clit, making Jimin's squirt splatter everywhere.

The alpha has to suppress a wince at how much Jimin's ass tightens around his spent cock, to the point that it becomes legitimately painful and he has to pull out.

After he's completely out, he quickly tugs the condom off and ties it to discard it on the floor to be picked up later.

Jimin's already curled up on his side, having retreated from Jeongguk the second he pulled out, and he's hugging his midsection and whining about how Jeongguk isn't a good hyung, voice hitching with his pained cries. Jeongguk frowns, heart heavy when he realises that even though he probably just gave Jimin the most satisfying, mind blowing orgasm of his life, he still hurt his baby brother :(

Achingly apologetic, he starts peppering kisses over every inch of Jimin's skin he can reach, plastering himself to Jimin's back and apologising nonstop until he's forgiven. 

Jeongguk grins when Jimin goes little-brother sweet, quietly saying that he wouldn't mind doing anal again so long as Jeongguk preps him properly and promises to be more gentle next time.

He probably would have done it again anyways, but it please him something fierce to know Jimin wants it, too.

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"Jeonggukie?" Jimin looks up at him from his position on the floor, hands tucked in between his thighs.

"Hyung, Jimin-ah," Jeongguk corrects, relishing in the soft sound Jimin lets out in apology. "Not yet," he continues, answering the unasked question. 

Jimin makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat, bending forward to rest his chin on Jeongguk's knee and subtly starts rolling his hips in small circles.

His eyes are glossy with unshed tears, bottom lip jutted out in an irresistible pout. "But why?" He asks, his desperation making his voice come out wobbly. 

"Because I said so," Jeongguk says, still lazily fisting his dick. 

Jimin's eyes track the movement, squirming as he struggles to hold himself back from reaching out. He wraps a hand around Jeongguk's ankle. "H-Hyung, when?"

Jeongguk brushes the back of his fingers featherlight across Jimin's cheekbones, pulling his hand away when Jimin tries nuzzling into the touch. The pained noise he makes goes straight to Jeongguk's cock. 

Denied yet again, Jimin can only continue to watch as Jeongguk thumbs the tip of his length to catch the bead of precum gathered there. Feeling kind, Jeongguk pushes his thumb past the seal of Jimin's lips, allowing him a tantalising taste.

"Hyung," Jimin says breathlessly, rubbing his thighs together. Jeongguk ignores him, back to stroking his cock and looking down on Jimin with a cruel glint in his eyes. 

"Jiminie wants to suck?" 

"I do, I do, please–” Jimin starts, mindlessly nodding his head, hands pawing at Jeongguk. His eyebrows are pulled up in an expression of helpless desperation.

So fucking pretty. He's beautiful.

"Do you deserve it?" Jeongguk asks, tone harsh.

Jimin hesitates, unable to comprehend the question, unable to answer. He doesn't know. 

“Hm?" Jeongguk hums impatiently, cocking his head. 

His hips jump, so close to cumming, so he takes his hand off his dick, not wanting to cum just yet, and rests both of his arms on the armrests, spreading his legs nice and wide.

“I don’t know," Jimin admits in a whisper, turning his head down and setting his forehead on Jeongguk's thigh, curling his arms around Jeongguk's legs in a crude hug.

His shoulders shake and his breath hitches when the first set of tears fall. 

He doesn't know.

"I don't think you deserve it. Not after what you did."

"B-But I–” Jimin's head shoots up, cheeks already streaked with his tears. "I didn't know I c-couldn't!" 

"When have I ever said you could touch yourself, Jimin?" Jeongguk frowns.

Jimin lets out a sob, his arms squeezing tighter around Jeongguk's leg. "I didn't— You were ignoring me!"

"No, I was busy." Jeongguk raises a brow. "If you had just waited for me to finish, then we wouldn't be here right now."

"But—"

"No ‘buts’, Jimin-ah." 

Jimin cries harder, hastily lifting himself up onto his knees with the intention to suck Jeongguk's length into his eager mouth, hoping that the pitiful state he's in will soften Jeongguk’s ire.

Jeongguk fists a handful of his hair, ruthlessly stopping his advance.

"Ngh— Jeonggukie, please," Jimin babbles, harsh breaths tickling the skin of Jeongguk's cock, making it twitch against his toned stomach.

"Greedy baby.” Jeongguk tuts, holding his dick at the base and tracing Jimin's soft, pillowy lips with the tip, smearing them with precum. He clicks his tongue when Jimin's tongue darts out for a taste, mouth briefly closing around the tip and sucking gently.

Jimin's eyes dart up to meet his, the heartbroken look on his face tugging at Jeongguk’s heartstrings. 

"I can never punish you for too long," he laments, his hand loosening its tight hold in Jimin's hair. "Hyung hates denying his baby anything."

Shuddering, Jimin attacks Jeongguk with his deadliest set of puppy dog eyes. "Please, hyung. Jiminie needs it in his mouth." 

Still upset that Jimin broke a rule they both agreed on, Jeongguk doesn't completely let him get away with it.

"You want it so bad?” He hisses, mean streak making a sudden appearance. “Then choke on it." 

He guides Jimin's salivating mouth to his engorged cock, forcing it down his throat all at once. Jimin's hands immediately find Jeongguk's knees, pushing against them to try and push himself back and away for some air.

He gags, eyes stinging with fresh tears, and hates, hates, hates the way his pussy throbs. This is exactly what he wanted, but he's never felt Jeongguk's cock reach this deep in his throat before. The intrusion is foreign, though the fear of genuinely choking is dangerously addictive.

"Sh, sh, shh," Jeongguk shushes him, letting him up a little bit so he can breathe.

One of Jimin's hands move from Jeongguk's knee to reach for his hyung's hand, intertwining their fingers, while the other slides down to curl around Jeongguk's ankle. He starts humping the air, hips moving in mindless gyrations. 

He knows his greedy cunt won't get any attention from Jeongguk tonight — that's what he gets for giving himself two orgasms without Jeongguk's permission — but he couldn't stop the desperate grinding of his hips even if he tried.

Jaw going slack, he swallows Jeongguk's dick until his nose meets coarse pubic hair.

Jeongguk unconsciously rubs his thumb over Jimin's knuckles to offer him some comfort, eyes locked on the way his entire girth has disappeared into Jimin's mouth, sucked into the tight cavern of his throat.

"Better?" He coos.

Jimin moans around his cock, the vibrations making Jeongguk’s spine tingle. He lets out a pleased sigh, thrusting his hips and getting a choked whine in response as tears start running down Jimin's cheeks in rivulets.

Jeongguk keeps fucking into the wet warmth at a steady pace, his cock quickly becoming drenched in Jimin's drool, thickened spit pooling at the base. Jimin keeps jostling their entwined hands as he desperately ruts against thin air, seeking any sort of friction but getting absolutely nothing. 

His hold on Jeongguk's hand is tight and desperate, and Jeongguk can't help but find it painfully adorable. He lays a heavy palm on top of Jimin's head and pushes it down at the same time that he drives his hips upwards. Jimin relaxes his throat and sits there pliantly as Jeongguk uses his mouth.

"There we go— Fuck," Jeongguk says, obviously affected. Jimin feels a surge of pride bloom to life in his chest and a spacey, airy feeling creep into his head.

"So good, baby. You're being so good for me," Jeongguk lets out a stream of praises through harsh panting and moaning.

As his peak nears, he increases his pace, beginning to furiously fuck Jimin's mouth. Jimin swallows around his cock, and it tears a rough groan from Jeongguk's throat, making his hips stutter as he spills his load right down Jimin's esophagus, his thighs stiffening.

Jimin moans loud and unabashed, licking at Jeongguk's slit to get every last drop of his cum and swallowing to make room for more so none of it gets wasted. With a rush, Jeongguk lifts Jimin up from the floor and into his lap. Jimin doesn't raise any fuss, stuck in a heady haze and loving it when Jeongguk manhandles him.

Jeongguk pulls Jimin in for a spit and cum soaked kiss, sucking on Jimin's tongue to get a taste of his seed, transferring the liquids back and forth between them through filthy and rushed kisses.

Just the way they like it.

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Omega Jimin letting out breathy little moans, drool leaking down his chin and eyes rolled into the back of his head, eyebrows pulled up in the middle and tongue lolling out as he humps a pillow, the slick from his sopping wet pussy leaking down the creases of the pillow and seeping into the sheets of Jeongguk's bed, making a filthy mess that he intends to leave behind for his dear brother to find after he comes back from the date he canceled movie night with Jimin for.

It’s a punishment, really, because Jeongguk will smell the slick of the only omega he’s ever truly craved but cannot have, and he won't be able to do a single thing about it. Sure, he can fuck the tight palm of his fist and imagine it's his little brother's virgin cunt, but it wouldn't be enough.

It never has been.

Jimin is delirious with need, wanting nothing more than to have his hyung here, fucking Jimin's first knot into him, but that's forbidden, and anyone could easily uncover the taboo act they committed with a single sniff.

He leans down to push his face into the mattress, tears of frustration leaking out of his eyes and breath hot and heavy in the confines of his chest. His cramping thighs give out and he cries harder when he realises that he still hasn't cum. 

He's been at it for more than an hour, humping Jeongguk's pillow and releasing his sweet pheromones into the air, drowning Jeongguk's room in his homey scent of soft woods and creamy vanilla. All that for nothing. 

The whine he lets out is one of pure heartbreak when he hears the door to their apartment open and close. 

Jeongguk is home.

"No, no, no." Jimin pulls himself up onto his elbows and starts humping again, reinvigorated. "It hurts. I gotta— Gotta cum now. Leave it for Jeonggukie hyung," he says, frankly not all there.

He thinks he hears a tortured groan from behind him, but he's not lucid enough to process it, nor does he have the presence of mind to realise that the room he's tried tirelessly to drench in his scent is easily being overpowered by a much stronger, wilder, more feral scent.

He only notices when the smell of sandalwood and blooming gardenia becomes headache inducing, hints of ashy vanilla creeping around the edges. His hips stutter and he moans loudly when he realises that his alpha is watching. 

His big, untouchable alpha hyung.

"Jeonggukie, Jeonggukie— Alpha," he cries, falling onto his shoulders with his knees still holding him up and his ass in the air, turning his head to look Jeongguk right in the eye as he reaches a hand down to start rubbing circles into his sensitive clit.

Jeongguk takes one step toward him, just one, letting out the beginnings of a growl, and that's all it takes for Jimin to sink two fingers into his greedy pussy, thrusting in and out, in and out, and then clench impossibly tight around the digits.

His eyes roll back and his body seizes, finally feeling sweet relief after an hour of trying. His cunt spasms as he squirts through the gaps of his fingers, all over Jeongguk's pillow. He exhales a satisfied sigh, lazily fingering himself through the sporadic aftershocks.

"Jimin-ah," Jeongguk says, voice rough with restraint.

Jimin smiles, eyes closed in bliss. "Jeonggukie hyung wan' a taste?"

Jeongguk closes the door behind him on his way out, a visible tent in the crotch of his pants.

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Jimin's cheeks are flushed red with humiliation as Jeongguk holds his head up, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror while Jeongguk works him open with two enviously long fingers. 

Both of their eyes are glued to the grind of Jimin's hips as he chases the friction of the heel of Jeongguk's palm against his clit, whining breathlessly as his desperation grows.

His back is wet with perspiration and he feels the sticky cling of Jeongguk's chest to his back every time one of them moves. It's maddening.

A startled moan is pulled out of him and his eyes flutter shut when Jeongguk crooks his fingers, alternating between thrusting his fingers in and out, stroking them harshly against the fleshy walls of his pussy, and jabbing them insistently against that sweet spot deep inside that Jimin can only sometimes reach. He reaches down to press Jeongguk’s hand flat against his swollen clit as Jeongguk’s fingers continue their assault inside the spasming walls of his cunt. 

Jimin lets out a helpless little moan, screwing his eyes shut to focus on holding off his impending orgasm.

“Don't look away," Jeongguk says, something harsh in the warning tone of his voice. His other hand comes down to start stimulating Jimin’s clit, making Jimin immediately flinch away from the touch even as his pussy clenches wildly around Jeongguk’s fingers. 

He turns his head into Jeongguk’s neck, drooling pathetically as he watches Jeongguk abuse his cunt from his peripheral vision. He writhes restlessly, slightly panicked at the threat of cumming for a second time so soon after the first.

Jeongguk rubs his clit faster, forcing half-choked incoherent mumbles out of him as his core heats up to unbearable degrees.

“Gonna cum, 'm gonna cum,” Jimin cries, and he takes Jeongguk's continued ministrations as permission.

A few more flicks of Jeongguk’s wrist has Jimin arching his back off of Jeongguk’s broad chest, trying to create distance between them to escape the dizzying, mind numbing sensation of Jeongguk rubbing his clit raw, fingers still stubbornly thrusting in and out of the tight clutch of his pussy.

His mouth gapes open in a silent scream, breath knocked out of him with the sheer force of his release, dazed and quivering as he collapses against Jeongguk, panting softly.

“My baby is shameless." Jeongguk chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. "Cumming twice before I even put my cock in him.”

Jimin whines, a petulant sound. “Don't be mean,” he slurs, mind barely there.

Taking his fingers out of Jimin’s pussy, Jeongguk brings them up to his mouth to lick them clean, an absolutely filthy act.

Jimin whimpers out a weak call of Jeongguk's name that has Jeongguk’s dick twitching in interest.

He hums, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a wet, dirty sound. “Yes, baby?” He responds.

Jimin’s breath hitches, flustered from Jeongguk’s tone alone. He ducks his head, snapping his thighs shut and rubbing them together.

"Thank you," he whispers, chin tucked into his chest as he avoids eye contact.

Jeongguk groans, dropping his head back as his cock throbs from neglect, begging for attention as Jimin subtly rocks back and forth over it.

“You’re thanking me?” 

In lieu of answering, Jimin guides Jeongguk’s hand back down to his cunt, a silent plea to touch him again.

“Insatiable.” Jeongguk huffs, but slides his fingers through the sopping wet mess of Jimin’s cunt anyways, letting Jimin hold his other hand as he violently shudders, sensitive but still desperate for whatever Jeongguk will give him.

Watching in the mirror as Jeongguk forces three fingers inside him, Jimin mewls breathlessly, gasping at the thick intrusion, wanting more, more, more.

He feels too empty, some distant part of him almost wanting to beg Jeongguk to fist him right then and there, but he just presses his lips together, stopping any embarrassing noises from escaping.

Jeongguk slides his fingers out, the digits drenched in Jimin’s slick, and starts spreading it all over Jimin’s skin, dragging his sticky fingers along Jimin’s taint and under his right thigh, then over the top of his thigh and ending at the small stretch of skin just beneath his belly button.

“S’cold," Jimin mumbles.

Jeongguk hums, distracted. He guides Jimin to lift his hips up with one hand, and wraps his other hand around his dick to rub it through Jimin’s dripping wet folds, letting his slick slide down his cock and leave behind a tingling trail of wet. He hooks his left arm under Jimin's arm and curls his hand around his opposing shoulder so that his arm is crossed diagonally over Jimin's chest.

With Jeongguk’s sinfully gravelly voice in his ear instructing him to slowly drop his weight in his lap, Jimin does as told, watching in the mirror as his tiny cunt stretches around the thick girth of Jeongguk’s cock. It reaches deep, the tip of it pressing into unreachable places without any effort at all. Jimin jumps, hissing as he shakily grips at Jeongguk’s forearm.

"Fuck—" He squeezes Jeongguk’s arm, a plead for a break because it hurts on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't ask, though. Just continues watching Jeongguk’s dick split him open, their size difference making him feel loopy.

He's in Jeongguk’s lap but Jeongguk’s entire frame still dwarfs him. The sight is honestly a little intimidating, but it makes him feel completely feral and brainless.

Jeongguk sets a punishing pace, his hips knocking up into Jimin's ass hard enough to ensure it'll be a mottled mess of red and purple bruises in only a few hours, aiming right for Jimin's sweet spot. He keeps pounding into the warm hole even when Jimin starts babbling nonsense, his cries to stop going in one ear and out the other.

He doesn't mean it. Jeongguk would know if he did.

"So good for me." He praises, slipping his fingers into Jimin’s mouth, effectively muffling his pitiful whines. “My sweet baby, always so good for me. So pretty with my cock in him.”

Jimin mewls, drooling around Jeongguk’s fingers as delirium creeps in, Jeongguk continuing to murmur praises in between sharp intakes of breath.

Jimin's orgasm is abrupt this time, his body seizing through it, electricity zapping through his heated core. His eyes close, mouth falling open on a loud cry, pussy trembling around Jeongguk’s length as Jeongguk groans lowly, spilling inside Jimin’s cunt.

Jeongguk doesn't stop fucking him, watching Jimin’s red, creamy cunt swallow his cock whole even as Jimin goes completely limp in his lap. He glances up in the mirror, just to see if Jimin has passed out, and groans when he sees that he has. 

Well, that won’t do.

He'll just have to fuck him awake.

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The first time Jimin jolts awake to the sounds of muffled moans and skin slapping against skin, he feels anger burn inside him like molten lava, humiliated fury making tears sting in his eyes.

Jeonggukie is his hyung. Why is he fucking someone else when Jimin is right here, ready and eager for the taking?

The minutes tick by at an infuriatingly slow pace, the filthy sounds only serving to fuel the growing flames of his jealousy.

He doesn't fall back asleep until the house is once again blessedly silent, jaw clenched painfully tight with tears soaking into his pillow as he waits the torturous minutes out.

Tomorrow, he vows. Tomorrow I will make Jeonggukie hyung want me.

When tomorrow comes and goes and he still lacks the courage to do anything about his mounting jealousy, all Jimin can do is cry.

Two intolerable weeks later and barely functioning due to the poorly concealed activities happening one wall over that insist on keeping him up at night, Jimin reaches his breaking point and bursts into loud, hysterical tears.

In the room next to his, Jeongguk freezes, making startled eye contact with the girl his twitching cock is buried in.

He pulls out immediately, haphazardly tugging his clothes on in a frenzied rush.

"Oppa?!"

"Get out. I need to go see what's wrong with him." 

The girl splutters. "What the fuck? No!" 

Jeongguk pauses in pulling on his clothes to level a loaded stare at her. "You're in my fucking house. If I tell you to leave, you leave."

"Why don't you that annoying brother of yours to leave?!" The girl scoffs, standing up and getting toe-to-toe with Jeongguk. "He should have his own place already, anyways! He's too old to be living off of you!"

"Get out of my house." Jeongguk picks up her clothes, grabbing her by the arm and all but dragging her to the front door. He lifts his lips up in a nasty sneer. "And don't ever contact me again." 

He closes the door in her face.

When he gets to Jimin's door, he knocks softly. "Sorry about the yelling, Jimin-ah. Can hyung come in?"

He only gets loud sniffles in response.

When he opens the door, he's met with the sight of Jimin still in bed, giving Jeongguk his back. He's white-knuckling his pillow and his shoulders are visibly shaking.

"Jiminie?" Nothing. He steps closer to the bed. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

At that, Jimin sits up with a loud hiccup. "Don't call me that!"

Jeongguk's face twists in confusion. "Sweetheart?" He asks in clarification.

"How can you— You're so—" Jimin presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. "It's not fair!"

Jeongguk frowns as he sits down on the edge of the bed, raising a tentative hand to rest on Jimin's knee. It's habit. Instinct, even, for him to rub his thumb over Jimin's skin in soothing motions.

Except Jimin brings his knees to his chest to avoid the touch.

"What's not fair?" Jeongguk asks, bringing Jimin's knee back down with force, because Jeongguk has never let Jimin deny him anything and he's not going to start now.

Neither of them acknowledge it. Jimin knows better. All Jeongguk would say is that he doesn't really want him to stop or go away.

Inhaling a breath that never seems to end, Jimin doesn't exactly whine, but it's a near thing. "You— You call me petnames and tell me that— That I was born only for you, and then you—"

His voice catches in his throat, and even though he is upset with Jeongguk, his hyung is undeniably someone he relies on for comfort, so he just barely manages to resist the urge to lean forward and stuff his face in Jeongguk's neck to cry out all his confusion and jealousy.

Jeongguk probably still stinks of that girl, anyways.

"And then I what?" Jeongguk presses, already knowing.

It was only a matter of time before Jimin broke, after all. 

Honestly, Jeongguk had kind of expected him to hold out longer, if only out of sheer embarrassment for approaching a topic neither of them have ever actually dared to acknowledge.

It's not like Jeongguk is ashamed for feeling the way he does, but moving things along at his pace would've undoubtedly scared his cute little brother away. Patience is a virtue that Jeongguk fortunately has in endless amounts when it comes to Jimin.

"And then you ignore me!" Jimin wails. 

And though Jeongguk wants nothing more than to hold Jimin to his chest and let him cry his poor heart out, even he doesn't want to touch Jimin now when he's dirtied with the touch of some girl whose name he's already half forgotten.

"I'm— I'm right here! And I hear everything through these thin fucking walls!" And no. That won't do. That won’t do at all. "I hate—"

"Excuse me?"

Jimin blinks the tears out of his eyes, clearing his vision if only marginally. "What?" He sniffs, his tone pathetically confused.

"You hear everything through these thin what walls?"

"Hyung!" Jimin bursts into tears all over again. "Why do you c-care about bad words right now?"

"I'm gonna go shower and you’re gonna calm down while I'm in there or else I'll leave you to cry by yourself, okay?" It's not really a question.

Jimin can't help but think that his Jeonggukie hyung is so mean.

By the time Jeongguk finishes his shower and walks back into the room shirtless and only wearing sweatpants that sit sinfully low on in hips, Jimin is dozing off in bed, blankets pulled up to his chin.

Jeongguk considers letting him sleep, but he also knows that Jimin will have likely lost his nerve by tomorrow, so he closes the door behind him and jumps in Jimin's bed without asking.

His hand is already under Jimin's shirt and mapping out the younger's flat stomach when Jimin hesitantly speaks up. "Why do you ignore me?"

"I never ignore you, Jiminie," Jeongguk says, tugging him closer. 

Jimin doesn't answer, but Jeongguk senses his displeased pout anyways.

He turns Jimin flat on his back and holds himself up on an elbow to look down at him, right arm hooking around Jimin's waist.

"Tell me why you're throwing this little fit."

"Fit?" Jimin mumbles, slightly offended. He frowns cutely, thinking hard, and then looks off to the side to break eye contact. "Why do you go to other people but don't... You never come to m-me when you wanna..." He trails off, knowing Jeongguk understands what he's implying. 

"When I wanna what?" Jeongguk shamelessly plays the clueless act.

Jimin tries and fails to push Jeongguk off and roll away.

"When I wanna what, Jimin?"

"Sex!" Jimin all but shouts.

Jeongguk laughs in a way that makes Jimin's pussy tingle hotly. The effect his hyung has on him is so embarrassing. It's so easy for him to reduce Jimin to a shy and obsessive, desperate mess.

“What kind of hyung would I be if I took advantage of my little brother like that?” In stark contrast with his words, Jeongguk throws Jimin's blanket aside, spreading Jimin's legs with his right hand so he can slot himself in between them, semi hard-on pressing right up against Jimin's panty-covered cunt. "You’re a little sick in the head aren’t you, Jimin-ah?”

Pliant and needy from Jeongguk's attention alone, Jimin doesn’t even pretend to act indignant. Doesn’t even bother to deny it.

Resolved to not waste time on words anymore, Jeongguk leans down to kiss Jimin hungrily. There's an urgency to it, a sense of aggression as he sucks Jimin's tongue into his mouth, savouring the pitiful whines it pulls out of the younger as he gyrates his hips into Jimin's.

Jimin gasps when they pull apart, abandoning all inhibitions with a racing heart. “Please, Jeonggukie hyung. W-Want you to fuck me.” 

“Dirty." Jeongguk shakes his head. “What if I say no?

Jimin pouts, his gaze half searching, half assured. "You won’t.”

Jeongguk laughs, wordlessly sitting up on his haunches to slide his pants off, pointedly eyeing Jimin until he gets the hint to tug his own panties off.

Jeongguk is completely bare now, and Jimin is left drowning in one of Jeongguk's old shirts he long since claimed as his own, naked from the waist down.

Jimin is already dripping wet when Jeongguk dips his fingers in between his folds. When he pulls his fingers back, they come away wet with strings of Jimin's arousal. It makes Jimin cover his red face with his cute, tiny hands. 

“You’re so wet,” Jeongguk says, almost in awe.

If Jimin wasn’t so embarrassed right now he’d definitely say something bratty like no shit, captain obvious, and then sit through the inevitable scolding Jeongguk would give him for his foul mouth.

What Jimin actually does though, is whine high in his throat and lift his hips in a silent plea for Jeongguk to stop staring and start touching.

Jeongguk swipes a finger through Jimin's gooey folds again, an intense look roaring to life in his eyes when it makes Jimin shudder.

“Hyung hasn’t been giving your needy cunt the attention it deserves, huh baby?”

Jimin's hands curl in his sheets, not knowing what to do with them, as his breathing gets heavy and starts coming in unsteady intervals.

Kissing his way up Jimin's throat, Jeongguk says, right into Jimin's open mouth, “There’s no going back if we do this, Jimin-ah.” A warning. “No crying to me that it’s wrong and we should stop.”

He pauses. "Cause I won’t listen.”

He jerks his dick a few times, prodding at Jimin's pussy to check that he's wet enough, and the pain when his thick cock suddenly breaches Jimin's insatiable cunt with no warning is nonexistent, easy with how soaked he is.

Doesn't stop the breath from being punched out of Jimin's lungs though, or his jaw from falling open as his whole body seizes in a confused state of shocked pleasure.

Jeongguk's breathing is laboured as he forces his cock in balls deep. His hands wrap around the backs of Jimin's knees, folding him in half with no complaints from the younger, before he starts fucking into him with deep, almost erratic thrusts.

Jeongguk’s cock is angled just right to hit every spot inside Jimin that has him seeing stars, eyes rolling into the back of his head and his pussy clenching something fierce.

“Hyung—" Jimin's breath stutters in his chest, his voice near indecipherable. 

“So fucking messy." Jeongguk huffs, his eyes honed in on the way Jimin's arousal froths around the base of his cock, glistening in the light of Jimin's bedside lamp. 

Giving in to an urge he was always too cautious to indulge in with others, Jeongguk barely hesitates before wrapping his hand around Jimin's delicate throat, downright obsessed with the way it makes Jimin's eyes glass over. 

Of course Jimin would be into what he's into. Whatever's wrong with Jeongguk is wrong with Jimin, too.

He's a perfect, pathetic mess.

Jimin's pussy clings greedily to Jeongguk's engorged cock, gushing wet. It's too much. It's not enough.

He sobs, a breathless, choked off sound, when Jeongguk's free hand goes down to land a harsh slap on his clit. He's merciless, continuously spanking the swollen bud until Jimin is babbling and whining, begging Jeongguk to stop even as he wraps his legs around his waist with shaking thighs

“Fuck." Jeongguk breathes raggedly, leaning down to brush his lips against Jimin's, wanting to be closer, wanting to breathe the same air, wanting to crawl inside his skin and live there.

He groans, releasing Jimin's throat with a jolt. In the next second, Jimin's orgasm takes them both by surprise.

It's what sends Jeongguk over the edge, too. He buries his throbbing cock deep inside Jimin's pussy as ropes of cum shoot out of his sensitive cockhead, hot inside the tight clutch of Jimin's spasming cunt while he grinds his hips to ease Jimin through his own orgasm.

“Will— Will you only come to me from now on, then?” Jimin asks, little brother sweet.

Jeongguk laughs.

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Jimin doesn’t know what to do.

He’s been having odd dreams lately. Memorable in just how filthy they are, making his cheeks blush crimson red at just the recall of them. His pussy drools in his panties when the details come to him, refusing to be forgotten, and the phantom sensation of being stretched open makes him unable to meet his hyung’s eyes.

Because his dreams have been about Jeongguk. His older brother.

What’s worse is that if he could choose to stop having them, he doesn’t think he would. He’s never experienced anything like it in real life, but he thinks he could be open to it with his hyung if that's what it takes to gratify his newfound need to recreate his lewd dreams.

Admitting the truth to himself comes easy. The hard part will be getting his hyung on board.

He knows of his hyung’s weakness to his glassy eyes and pathetic little pout, though. All he has to do is beg for it, and eventually, or perhaps even right away if he tries hard enough, Jeongguk will discard his morals and fuck his baby brother open on his cock.

It starts suddenly. One day, Jimin is keeping to their usual dynamic by maintaining distance with his hyung who is too much older than him for them to really get along when Jimin hasn't even graduated yet, and then the next, he's all over him, clingy in a way that blindsides the older.

Unsurprisingly, his reliable, trustworthy hyung accepts the development with ease, not asking any questions about the sudden closeness even if Jimin knows he's curious.

His urgency only grows with each day, as the more he forces himself into Jeongguk's personal space, hanging off of his arm here and snuggling under the blankets with him there, the more frequent his dirty dreams come.

If he wasn't so focused on making those dreams a reality, perhaps he would've noticed that every night he has them, without fail, his hyung had spontaneously made something for him. A hot drink or some baked good he knew Jimin couldn't resist eating right away.

But Jimin had tunnel vision, so he didn't notice.

The first thing Jeongguk's eyes zero in on is the small plate he'd given Jimin a slice of homemade brownie on earlier, checking to make sure he ate the whole thing. It’s resting innocently on his bedside drawer, empty save for a few errant crumbs.

"Ggu'kie 'yung? 'zat you?" Jimin is completely out of it, slurring his words as he fights to stay conscious.

A losing battle.

Jeongguk shushes him softly, crouching down to brush his fingers through Jimin's hair, gently scratching his scalp in a soothing manner.

"Wha'...?" Jimin doesn't even get to finish his confused questioning before he's out cold.

Jeongguk peels the blankets back and sinks down on the mattress beside Jimin. The younger is lying on his stomach, completely unaware of the anticipation burning Jeongguk from the inside out.

Lately, his desperation to have Jimin's cunt hugging his cock has made him reckless. Earlier today, Jimin had climbed into his lap as they were watching a movie, giving no explanation beyond a shrug and a cheeky little-brother smile when Jeongguk asked him what he was doing, and it had driven him insane.

Jimin had been sitting right on his cock, and it made him squirm. His groans were cut off in his throat before they could be fully vocalised, but faint little breathless sounds had escaped him every now and then, making Jimin turn his head with an inquisitive look, puppy eyes wide and searching, continuously wriggling in place.

It hadn't taken long for Jeongguk to get hard, and he's still amazed by how much he can get away with through Jimin's sheer obliviousness to how wrong it all is.

And nothing, not even the humiliation of cumming in his pants like a teenager desperate to get his dick wet, had ruined the experience for him. Not even his post-nut clarity, which had a tendency to chill him to the bone with harsh reality checks.

He's noticed Jimin's boldness as of late, had even walked in on the younger shamelessly bare of clothes, lying down flat on his back with both knees bent, one flat on the couch and the other swinging from one side to the other, his slick stretching between his pussy lips.

Jimin had literally whined when Jeongguk made him get dressed. It was utterly maddening.

And now, Jeongguk is nearly at his wits end. He's still too ashamed to attempt any of this with Jimin awake enough to fight back, but he needs to be inside him. Needs it with a fervour so intense he barely knows what to do with himself. 

Besides, it's not as if being able to freely manipulate Jimin's limp body is a turn off for him.

As usual, Jimin is sleeping naked. A curious habit he's had for a couple years now, but Jeongguk is not supposed to know that, so he can't exactly ask why Jimin started doing it. It works in his favour, anyways.

He cups Jimin's ass, roughly massaging circles into each cheek before he starts circling Jimin's rim with his thumb, teasing around it and lightly dipping the tip of his thumb just past the pucker. That's not the hole he wants to fuck tonight though, so he flips Jimin over, making him quietly fuss and frown in his unconscious state. 

And perhaps Jimin had been in a particular mood before his head started going loopy and he passed out, because his cunt is dripping.

"Fuck." Jeongguk curses, drinking in the sight of Jimin's hungry hole clenching around nothing.

He kisses over Jimin's thighs, careful not to leave any marks even though it annoys him to know Jimin is completely unaware of Jeongguk's claim over him. His hands are restless, caressing every inch of skin he can reach, and he's damn near crawling out of his skin with animalistic desire, desperate for the warm clutch of Jimin's cunt to envelop his cock after so long without it.

(It's barely been a week. What does that say about how good Jimin's pussy is? About Jeongguk's depravity?)

He lies down between Jimin's legs to teasingly blow air along his pussy, cruelly amused at the way it makes Jimin's thighs twitch as he unconsciously tries to snap his legs shut before falling limp once again.

Jeongguk tenderly squeezes Jimin's calves before unceremoniously sinking two fingers inside his cunt, admiring the ease with which Jimin's pretty pussy takes them in.

Of course, he isn’t surprised by how pliant Jimin's greedy cunt is. He's been violating his baby brother for months now. If he wasn’t at least some degree of loose then Jeongguk would probably be worried.

Probably.

The wetness of Jimin's pussy echoes into the otherwise quiet room, and when Jeongguk looks up, he sees his precious little brother's face twisted in pleasure. For one heart stopping second, he fears that this will be the time Jimin's tolerance for the drugs makes the amount he gave negligible, and he'll wake up with a scream in his throat and a newfound fear of the brother born seven years before him.

Then he snaps out of it.

Jimin waking up would only mean that Jeongguk would have to convince him that this is normal, which wouldn't be hard because there aren't really any lines he's unwilling to cross, and if he has to lie and manipulate to keep doing what he's been doing, then he will. Simple as that.

Jimin writhes in place, letting out these little whining sounds, almost mewling, that make Jeongguk's cock twitch in interest. His chest is heaving even in his sleep, so worked up but still completely unaware of the way he’s being defiled.

His lovely, helpless little brother.

Jimin's ripe cunt sucks his fingers in with intoxicating ease, like his red, puffy pussy is starving, aching to be filled. Jeongguk fucks his fingers in a few more times, crooking them up into his spongy walls and scissoring them a little before pulling them out. They're drenched in Jimin's arousal, sloppy with syrupy slick.

Finally, he lets his straining cock out of his briefs. He drags it through Jimin's sopping wet heat, collecting Jimin's wet with his tip and then smearing it all over with his hand, and then he’s lining his dick up, prodding the head at Jimin's inviting hole before pushing in just enough for the tip to breach.

He drops his head forward, breathing heavily as euphoria sings through his veins, but he’s so desperate that without meaning to, he forces his dick in the rest of the way. The delicious, familiar pressure has him twisting his hands in Jimin's sheets so tightly the tension almost causes them to rip.

Jimin's pussy was made to take his cock, always squeezing him deliciously tight. It's scarily addictive, and if he could spend everyday inside of him, he would.

Jeongguk's pupils are blown, eating up the colour in his eyes. He's high on the rush of taking Jimin while he’s completely unconscious, only able to lie there and bear it, body limp and free to use, born to be Jeongguk's little fuckdoll.

He keeps pistoning his hips inside, relentless as he abuses Jimin's pussy, fighting the urge to bend down and suck pretty bruises into his neck. He just barely manages to hold himself back from doing it by instead grabbing Jimin's wrists as his tether to his own waning morality.

Jeongguk is insatiable, not slowing down even when he starts flinching away from the blinding pleasure, sensitive and on the verge of cumming.

He hasn’t cum inside Jimin since the first time, back when he was sure he’d be caught right away and thought that he might as well make the most of it. But even though he still hasn’t been caught, he’s not keen on speeding up the process by making Jimin realise someone came inside him when Jeongguk is the only logical suspect.

Giving himself any allowances will be a slippery slope. This, he knows. But maybe just this once.

He gains a certain satisfaction from cumming on Jimin's pretty pussy and cleaning it up afterwards with his mouth, but it’s not the same as cumming inside him. He wants to appreciate the drag of his cock against Jimin's walls as his sweet hole overflows with Jeongguk's spend.

He fucks into him harder, determined to cum inside now, all the risks be damned. His thrusts turn erratic, frantic with desperation. He lets Jimin's wrists go, scared to squeeze them too tight, and drops his weight on the younger as his thrusts turn shallower. He's close.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Jeongguk stuffs his face into Jimin's neck, letting it muffle his moans as he cums, painting Jimin's insides white. Static rings in his ears and his eyes close in bliss.

Nothing beats cumming inside the addictive heat of his little brother's pussy.

Nothing.

When he leaves, he takes the small plate littered with brownie crumbs. 

And when Jimin wakes up the next morning with a familiar ache deep in his cunt, he nearly screams in frustration.

He'll just have to be honest with his hyung and ask him to fuck him. These dreams have to stop. They’re driving him insane.

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Jeongguk watches his naked boyfriend squirm on their bed from the corner of his eye while picking out clothes for Jimin to wear for the day, holding them up by their hangers for better visualisation.

"You wanna wear a skirt today, baby?" Jeongguk asks, attentively looking over at him.

Jimin shrugs, long and slow, eyes downcast.

"Hey," Jeongguk says, frowning, his voice tinged with worry. "What's wrong?"

Jimin glances up but quickly looks away when he sees the concern on Jeongguk's face.

Jeongguk hangs the skirt back up. "Come here."

When Jimin obediently stands up and goes over to him, Jeongguk wraps his arms around his waist, entwining his fingers behind Jimin's back, holding him close.

"What's the matter, doll?"

Jimin's bottom lip juts out as he frowns cutely, still shyly avoiding Jeongguk's eyes. "My..." 

Jeongguk tilts his head in confusion. "Your, what?"

"..."

"Hey." Jeongguk squeezes him. "Don't ignore me."

"...my nipples are really sensitive," Jimin admits in a whisper, shoulders rising to his ears in embarrassment.

Jeongguk makes a patronisingly sympathetic sound in the back of his throat. "Aw, you want alpha to kiss 'em better?"

Jimin whines, pressing his forehead to Jeongguk's chest and squeezing his eyes shut.

He walked right into that one.

The reason his nipples even hurt in the first place is because Jeongguk spent the better part of the previous night abusing them. Pulling on them, flicking them, sucking them, kneading them...

He dares to shake his head no, a pitiful plea.

Jeongguk clicks his tongue. "I don't need your permission to suck my omega's tits." He backs Jimin up onto the bed, turning them around at the last minute and pulling him onto his lap.

He presses gentle kisses over Jimin's neck, going up, up, up until his lips meet the shell of his ear. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Alpha's gonna make it better."

Jimin winces when he feels Jeongguk's lips wrap around his sore, sensitive nipple. It's genuinely painful, so he whimpers, fisting his hands in Jeongguk's hair, tears springing to his eyes.

"Jeonggukie, alpha, please stop."

His entire frame shakes when Jeongguk bites his nipple, not hard enough for the pain to last more than a few unbearable seconds, but enough that Jimin quickly realises his mistake. His eyes fly open in alarm.

"W-Wait, I didn't—"

"Just ask me to stop?" Jeongguk cuts in, pulling away from his tits, face carefully blank.

Jimin is too scared to even celebrate the desperate relief he feels now that Jeongguk's attention is no longer on his aching nipples.

"N-No, I—"

"Don't tell lies, Jimin-ah," Jeongguk interrupts.

Jimin shakes his head, tears spilling over. "'m sorry, I'm sorry."

He tries to bring Jeongguk's head back to his chest, hoping that if he encourages Jeongguk to latch back on, his mistake will be forgiven.

He has no such luck. Jeongguk doesn't move an inch under his weak hands.

"These," Jeongguk starts, harshly squeezing Jimin's tits, the fat of them spilling out between his fingers, impossible to contain even with his big hands. "Are mine, and I do whatever the fuck I want with them."

Jimin nods along, eager to please, his face pretty with distress. 

"You don't get to tell me to stop," he says, face hard. It's not an expression meant for Jimin. He looks too mean. "Okay?" Jeongguk tilts his head condescendingly.

"Y-Yes, alpha."

"Fucking useless. Get off." Jeongguk huffs, letting Jimin stand up before he walks out of the room. "And put some fucking clothes on."

Jimin's bottom lip wobbles and he drops to the floor like dead weight, crossing his arms to cup his tits in an act of self-comfort. He cries quietly, not wanting Jeongguk to hear, sniffling as he looks at the closet, clueless about what he should wear.

He hears a door slam, making him flinch violently. 

"Alpha." He breaks, dragging the word out. He pushes himself to stand up with great effort and takes tentative steps towards their bedroom door, hiccuping when he looks down the hall but can't see Jeongguk. "J-Jeonggukie?" 

No reply. 

"Alpha? Where— What are you—" He takes a step back, feeling uneasy for some unexplainable reason. He looks back into the room as if Jeongguk will somehow be in there, behind him.

"Sweetheart." 

He whips his head back around with breakneck speed, arms held to his chest, squishing his tits up. 

"Why aren't you dressed?" 

Jimin's face crumbles. "Alpha's mad at Jiminie?"

Jeongguk's face softens and he reaches out to pull Jimin into his chest. He isn't a liar so he won't deny it, but he also doesn't want Jimin to cry about it.

"Baby just has to learn to like the pain," he coos, kissing Jimin's temple.

Jimin's face scrunches up, but he doesn't have the nerve to say he doesn't want to.

"C'mon, let's get you in some clothes."

Jimin's feet stay rooted in place. "Alpha wasn't— Wasn't finished though..."

Jeongguk's hands drop to Jimin's ass. "But you told me to stop," he says with barely restrained anger.

"I wasn't thinking... Jiminie didn't mean it."

"Then don't say things you don't mean," Jeongguk replies, fed up, pulling away from him again.

"No, no, alpha—" Jimin whimpers, frantic, reaching for Jeongguk's hands and tugging him back. "Jiminie won't say a-anything this time. Promise."

Jeongguk guides them back to bed and leans back on his hands, letting his empty headed omega clamber onto his lap. How lucky is he to have an omega that cries whenever he thinks he's upset his alpha?

He would have to be knotless to not use that to his advantage sometimes.

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"Alpha?" Jimin asks with a start, cheeks red, heart pounding in his chest. "What are you doing home so early?"

Jeongguk leans against the door frame, kicks a leg out and puts all of his weight on the other one as he eyes Jimin up and down. His pretty omega is wearing one of Jeongguk's shirts that's long enough to look like he isn't wearing any shorts underneath, and he likely isn't, knowing him. He looks around the kitchen, noting with a pleased rumble in his chest how clean it is. The dishes are done, the countertops and stovetop are wiped clean, and the smell of baked goods is warm and sweet in the air.

"What'd you bake?" He breezes over the question with relative ease.

Jimin's face lights up with a cute little smile. "Oh!" He crosses over to the fridge. "It's in the fridge because it needs to cool down before I can put icing on it, and I was impatient and wanted it ready for you when you got home." He pauses, his entire frame seeming to sag in disappointment over Jeongguk being home before he could finish his cake.

"But... but yeah! I was impatient and didn't wanna wait for it to cool down enough out here." He grabs it out of the fridge with careful hands and an easy smile when he feels how much it's cooled already. "So it was in the fridge to speed up the process."

Jeongguk chuckles, so unbearably fond of his chatterbox omega. "What kind of cake is it? Smells like banana." If it is, it'll be just for him, then. Jimin doesn't like banana's in baking.

He closes the distance between them in a few short strides, rucking up the shirt Jimin's wearing so he can rope his arms around his waist from behind, skin on skin. Both his hands can reach his elbows with Jimin in his arms, his omega tiny in all the ways Jeongguk loves.

And he was right. He's not wearing any shorts. Only panties.

He rests his chin on Jimin's shoulder, crowding him up against the kitchen island, turning his head a little to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Jimin's shoulders rise, shy. "It's banana." 

"Mm, my second favourite," Jeongguk croons, nuzzling Jimin's neck. 

"Yeah... your se-second favourite."

Jeongguk tucks his thumbs under the waistband of Jimin's panties, no time wasted, and gently begins sliding them down. Jimin lifts each of his feet one at a time so he can step out of them, his breath catching in his throat as his shaky hands reach across the counter for the icing he'd just finished making before he heard Jeongguk come through the door.

"Chocolate icing?" Jeongguk asks when he sees it. Jimin whines softly, distracted by the hand Jeongguk trails down to slide through his silky folds.

"We— We should stop,” Jimin stutters. "I need to— Nngh— Need to ice the cake."

Jeongguk hums, dipping a finger into his slippery pussy to rub the wetness into his clit. 

"Go ahead, baby," Jeongguk urges, plunging two fingers into Jimin's cunt, squeezing the younger tighter to his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

"Alpha—" Jimin chokes on the word, bowing over the countertop, moaning helplessly when Jeongguk harshly tugs him back upright.

Jeongguk uses his other hand to lift Jimin's thigh, holding it in the air so he has more room to finger fuck him, his hand moving so fast it's a blur. Jimin reaches behind him with desperate hands and fists them in Jeongguk's dress shirt, dropping his head back onto his alpha's shoulder.

The sounds coming from Jimin's cunt are loud and wet as Jeongguk sloshes his arousal around with relentless fingers, a third one squeezing inside. Jimin's body locks up, his back arching off of Jeongguk's chest, and he stands on the tips of his toes as his eyes roll to the back of his head, getting close.

When he cums, it's with a breathless whimper, clenching hard around Jeongguk's fingers. His thighs shake, Jeongguk's persistent finger fucking not stopping or slowing. He just fucks his fingers in harder, and Jimin can only gasp in large lungfuls of air, whining when he feels Jeongguk's semi prod at his ass through the fabric of Jeongguk's pants.

And then he's squirting, burst after burst of it splattering filthily over the floor, the kitchen island cabinets, and Jeongguk's pants. His pussy throbs hotly around Jeongguk's fingers, forcing them out of the tight clutch of his spasming cunt. Jeongguk lets go of Jimin's suspended leg and trails his slick drenched fingers up over Jimin's chest, flicking and pinching at his nipples, absently gyrating his hips into Jimin's fat ass.

"Gonna knock you up one of these days so I can suck these tits dry."

"Ggukie," Jimin says breathlessly, turning his head for a kiss. Jeongguk licks into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, and turns him around so he can lift him up onto the kitchen island after shoving the cake and icing aside.

"Gonna fuck you here, okay?" Jeongguk frames it like a question, but if Jimin dared say no, well.

Jeongguk would be upset, and Jimin would rather smell another omega's stench on his alpha than ever upset him.

He shivers, exhaling harshly when Jeongguk pulls away from their desperate, heated kiss to take Jimin's shirt off for him.

"Arms up, sweetheart." Jeongguk wipes his fingers clean on Jimin's shirt, which is actually Jeongguk's, making Jimin screw his face up in distaste. He sincerely hopes Jeongguk never wants him to wear that again.

Jeongguk chuckles at the face he's making, nosing at Jimin's scent gland, relishing in the way a fresh wave of arousal floods his senses.

Jimin shakes his head. "Are you gonna... gonna—" He cuts himself off, unable to voice it.

"Fuck you?"

"N-Now?" Jimin pleads, face sweet with want. 

"Fuck, you make me crazy," Jeongguk hisses, using his hold around Jimin's thighs to tug him closer.

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"I don't like how close you are with him." 

Jimin anxiously shuffles his feet, screwing his lips shut tight.

Jeongguk scoffs, closing the distance between them to roughly hold Jimin's chin, forcing eye contact. He raises his eyebrows, a silent demand for an answer.

"It's just..." Jimin slightly shakes his head and trails off, looking off to the side. Jeongguk squeezes his chin, making him quickly look back. "It's just work."

"It's just work," Jeongguk repeats, scoffing in disbelief. "But you have his fucking dick in your phone?" Jeongguk doesn't raise his voice, but his calm anger is a terrifying thing.

"I never—" Jimin starts, but his next words die on his tongue when Jeongguk snatches his phone out of his hands, turning his back on him and walking out. "J-Jeongguk?!" He clenches his hands into small fists, rushing after him.

And then he watches Jeongguk bring his phone up to his ear in panicked horror. There is no way that Jeongguk is calling his co-worker, his fellow model right now.

There is just no way.

"Jeonggukie— Jeonggukie hyung, please don't," he pleads, desperately wrapping his hands around Jeongguk's biceps, trying to pull his arm down so that he can't hear whether or not anyone picks up the phone on the other end.

"I made you, Jimin!" Jeongguk suddenly exclaims, throwing Jimin's phone at the wall in frustration.

Jimin physically jumps, the loud sound of his phone smashing making his heart skip several beats, frightened and startled.

"How fucking dare you repay me by entertaining some low life's pathetic fantasies of taking you away from me." 

He crowds Jimin up against the wall, making him wince when he stands on the shards of his smashed phone with his bare feet. Jeongguk immediately notices, devastatingly attentive even when he's blind with jealous rage, and lifts Jimin up by his thighs, holding the younger up like he weighs nothing. With his job, that's not far from the truth.

"I didn't mean to," Jimin starts hesitantly, wrapping his legs around Jeongguk's waist and his arms around his shoulders. "I never asked for those— For those pho-photos."

He feels dangerously close to crying, upset over making Jeongguk upset. Because Jeongguk did make him, and Jimin didn't immediately shut his co-worker down, which means that he did let him fall under the impression that Jimin would sleep with him.

He understands Jeongguk's anger. Truly, he does. He only has the modelling career he has today thanks to Jeongguk vouching for him to all the right people.

Jeongguk's opinion has the kind of impact and influence in their world that one can only expect from someone of his social status, so if he said that Jimin was worth it, even as a rookie in the industry, then modelling agencies more than took his word for it.

"What's his name?" Jeongguk grits out, pressing his forehead against Jimin's and breathing heavily in the space between them. He feels like he could eat the motherfuckers heart raw just for his audacity.

"I— I don't," Jimin shakes his head, stuttering out of nervousness. "I just— Just knew him as Baek hyu—" He doesn't finish. Can't, in the face of Jeongguk's rage.

"You call him hyung?" Jeongguk seethes.

"No, no, I—"

"Don't finish that sentence." Jeongguk hitches Jimin up, walking them back to their room. "Don't you dare lie to me."

Jimin whines, hiding his face in Jeongguk's neck. "Hyung's mad?"

Jeongguk doesn't say anything, and that's answer enough. Jimin squirms, squeezing his thighs tighter around Jeongguk's waist. "'m sorry," he mumbles.

Jeongguk tongues his cheek, knowing it's a dick move to blame Jimin but doing it anyways.

He lays Jimin on the bed, hovering over him with hunger in his eyes. "You're mine," he begins, running the backs of his fingers reverently over Jimin's cheek. "Your heart is mine, your soul is mine." He pauses, tilting his head. "Your pussy is mine."

Nodding with a helpless expression, Jimin easily agrees. "All yours. O-Only yours."

Jeongguk frowns, harshly grabbing Jimin's face, squeezing his cheeks so his lips are squished together. "Then why the fuck did some nobody have the gall to send you a photo of his cock?"

Jimin whines in distress, his eyes beginning to well up. "I don't know, Jeonggukie, I—"

"You what? Go around letting everyone think that you don't belong to me?"

"They never ask," Jimin whispers.

"They shouldn't fucking have to." Jeongguk forces Jimin's head to the side to give himself easier access to his neck. "I'm gonna mark you all over so that no one will have to ask anymore." He stresses the word, mocking Jimin.

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"You can't be serious."

"Sorry man, the heart wants what the heart wants." Jeongguk shrugs, unbothered.

"Corny." Namjoon scoffs. "I don't need to give you the shovel talk, do I?"

"Definitely not." Jeongguk chuckles, thinking of Jimin's first and only boyfriend, an alpha who forgot Jimin's birthday and got broken up with for it. 

He and Namjoon had sat with Jimin for hours afterward, trying to help him understand that a good alpha would never forget his omega's birthday, and any alpha who does isn't worth Jimin's time.

And then Jeongguk had stayed with Jimin while Namjoon went out and broke that idiot's nose.

A bit much, sure, but no one can ever turn around and say Namjoon doesn't have Jimin's back when he needs to.

"Now that you've told me this, I guess it's a good time to mention that Jiminie likes you, too."

Jeongguk perks up. "Really?" 

Namjoon eyes his friend from the corner of his eye, humming in confirmation. He watches Jeongguk wiggle in his seat a little, seemingly out of pure joy, and feels deeply pleased to recognise that the joy is born simply out of the knowledge that Jimin likes him back. It settles his alpha, knowing his precious little brother will be in the safe and capable hands of Jeon Jeongguk.

Little does he know...

"What a fucking joke. As if I need anyones permission to take what's mine," Jeongguk snarls, ruthlessly tightening his hold around Jimin's wrists where they're crossed behind the youngers back, his hips connecting with the meat of Jimin's thighs and ass as he fucks into the hole Jimin had always sworn up and down he'd never let anyone in.

Jimin's eyes roll into the back of his head, his clit pulsing with desperate need as his nails dig into the palms of his hands, legs curling inwards as he tries to escape Jeongguk's harsh and unforgiving thrusts. His alpha is mad, that much he's gathered, he just doesn't understand why, or why he's taking it out on him.

He's never had anything in his ass before, not even a single finger, so when Jeongguk was eating him out and then slowly started pushing a finger into his rim, he'd violently flinched away, rejecting the foreign intrusion.

But Jeongguk had held him down and not listened to a single one of his pleas to stop, because stop is meaningless next to the word red, and Jimin hasn't uttered it once, so Jeongguk carries on.

Jimin moans loudly, hips stuttering, and grinds his cunt down onto the mattress, a sob catching in his throat when it doesn't do anything for him.

"Jeonggukie— Jeonggukie hyung—" Jimin spasms, loudly sucking in a lungful of air, tears spilling out the corners of his eyes. "Please, please, please, plea—"

"Shut up," Jeongguk says simply. Jimin whines as he quickly obliges.

After delivering a bruising smack to Jimin's ass, Jeongguk leans over the youngers body, caging him in, breath hot and moist when he grinds out his next words.

"I'm gonna fuck you full of my pups tonight, and nobody," he punctuates the word with a harsh thrust just as Jimin's hips start shaking uncontrollably, orgasm rocking through him without Jeongguk's permission. "Is gonna fucking tell me that it's too soon."

Jimin whimpers, shaking his hands in Jeongguk's grip until Jeongguk lets go, and then he lifts his hips up enough to squeeze a hand underneath himself and rub trembling fingers over his sopping wet clit.

It's near frictionless, his clit numb to the touch.

"Jeongguk hyung, please, I need—" his words die in his throat when Jeongguk roughly pulls his cock out of his ass and slides it home into Jimin's drenched pussy.

He squirts.

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When the church has cleared out after mass, Jimin often wanders away from his socialising parents and loiters around the cool hyung who plays piano hauntingly well, so much so that Jimin has had to snap himself out of a star struck trance too many times to count because of it.

It's a little embarrassing, honestly, but Jeongguk is just so untouchable with his sleeve of tattoos and a surname that has rung with legend to Jimin ever since he found out that the man who built the foundations of their small town church was a Jeon.

Jeongguk is unlike anyone Jimin has ever met before in his sheltered life. This hyung has weird requests sometimes, though.

Jimin toys with the hem of his skirt, dumbly staring at Jeongguk in blatant confusion. "Um...?" 

Jeongguk tilts his head as he taps his lap, his muscular thighs looking as sculpted and defined as ever in his black dress pants. "Come sit. I'll teach you some keys."

"B-But..." Jimin trails off, his cheeks reddening as he frowns cutely. "Why do I have to sit on your lap?"

"Jimin-ah, do you not like hyung?"

Jimin's eyes go wide in abject denial and disbelief. "Hyung, no! That's not it at all!" He hurries over to Jeongguk, sitting down on his lap with a determined set to his brow, and rests his hands on Jeongguk's shoulders. "S-See! If I— If I didn't l-like hyung then I wouldn't be on him."

Jeongguk chuckles softly. "How can I teach you anything if you're not even facing the piano?"

"O-Oh!" Jimin's spine straightens with a start, embarrassment flooding his system as he tries to turn around, but he's stopped by the arms Jeongguk clamps around his waist.

"Another time," Jeongguk murmurs.

Jimin makes a confused humming sound in response, abruptly lost and unsure. Jeongguk looks around, making sure they're the only ones left inside before he drops his hands to the small of Jimin's back and pushes the younger's groin closer to his own.

"Oh— Hyung!" Jimin's hands shoot down to cover his crotch, his shoulders rising to his ears. "Too close," he whispers, confused about the dull tingling in his cunnie.

"Too close?" Jeongguk echoes, feigning confusion.

Appalled by his body's own reaction, Jimin shakes his head and purses his lips in embarrassment. Being this close makes him feel funny.

He jerks back in surprise when Jeongguk leans forward, his heart racing in his chest as the older looks down at his lips, distantly taking note of Jeongguk closing the piano lid in his peripheral vision.

"Hyung?" He whispers, his mouth barely opening around the words.

"Jimin-ah," Jeongguk says. Jimin can only blink in response. "I think your parents have failed to teach you proper manners."

"Huh?" Jimin lets out, panicked. "No? No, I'm very well behaved. Everyone says so."

"Then why do you always distract me? I nearly messed up my piece earlier because of you."

"Because of me?" Jimin repeats, his eyes welling with distressed tears. 

Jeongguk squeezes his waist and hums an affirmative sound.

Jimin inhales deeply, his breath shaking in his chest as he blinks repeatedly through the tears breaking past his waterline. "Hyung, I'm so sorry. I didn't— Didn't mean to."

"I know, I know. It's okay," Jeongguk says in a gentle murmur, something deep within his core stirring at the sight of Jimin's tears. God, but he's just so fucking pretty. 

Jimin whimpers, gasping quietly when he feels something hard prodding in between his legs. Looking down, he sees a tent in Jeongguk's pants, making his eyebrows pull up in confusion.

"Hyung? What's," he pauses to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth. "What's that?"

"Nothing, Jimin-ah. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Jeongguk taps the piano and pretends to think for a moment. "How about you sit up here instead?"

"W-What? Why?"

"No manners." Jeongguk clicks his tongue, disappointment lacing his tone. "Can't even listen to his hyung properly."

Jimin desperately shakes his head as he hoists himself up on the piano. "No, no, see! Jiminie listens well!" He wipes his dried tears off his cheeks, sniffling adorably, and smiles prettily down at Jeongguk.

He can only blink dumbly as he watches Jeongguk part his thighs and lean forward, making him level with Jimin's cunnie.

"Hyung...?"

"Jimin-ah, do you wanna know something?" Jeongguk tilts his head up, peering up at the younger with eyes Jimin finds hard to meet. "Something I've never told anyone before?"

"O-Okay." Jimin nods.

Jeongguk slips his hands under Jimin's skirt, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his panties. "I actually think it'd be better to show you, though. Can you let hyung do that?"

"Show me what?" Jimin's toes curl, his eyes darting around to make sure that no one is seeing whatever's happening. His eyes catch on the stained glass windows, shocking a staggering amount of shame into him. He averts his gaze.

Are they about to sin? In a church?

It twists him up inside, his stomach churning as he looks back at Jeongguk, who is shamelessly beginning to slide his panties down. He balls them up and stuffs them safely in his pocket, and Jimin wonders if he'll ever get them back. Surely hyung wouldn't keep them, right? What would he even do with them?

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when he feels a finger slide through the fat lips of his cunnie. He's not wet, not yet, but his hole clenches at the touch. He's never dared to touch himself there before. It's a sin, after all.

"Hyung that's— That's not—"

"So disrespectful," Jeongguk hisses. "Do you think you can tell me what to do? Me, your hyung?" 

"What? N-No, I—"

"Then be quiet," Jeongguk says, stunning the younger into silence.

Jeongguk shuffles forward a little, tucking Jimin's skirt up into the waistband, and he doesn't waste a second spreading Jimin's folds apart to admire his hairless pussy. Something ugly unfurls in his chest at the thought of someone waxing this pretty pussy. At the thought of anyone else laying their unworthy eyes on Jimin's most precious place.

His gorgeous pussy is ripe for the taking, and Jeongguk swears in that moment that he'll be the only one from now on making sure that Jimin's cunt remains hairless.

In the back of his mind, he acknowledges that Jimin's parents would never approve, but what weight does their disapproval carry next to Jimin's soul deep people pleasing tendencies that make it near impossible for him to say no, let alone to someone he adores as much as he does Jeongguk.

Jeongguk's middle finger finds Jimin's opening, feeling slick just beginning to leak there, and he pushes the digit in knuckle deep without any hesitation.

"Hyung— Hyung, wh-what is—" Jimin attempts to back away, kicking his feet out in protest, but Jeongguk just grabs one of his ankles and roughly tugs him closer so that only half of his ass is even still on the piano.

"Sh, sh, hyung's just gonna do something nice for you. Remember that thing I was gonna tell you?" He suddenly brings up, intent on distracting him.

Jimin's head is swimming. He's so overwhelmed and he doesn't know what to do with this harsh version of his hyung besides do what he says. "Uh, yes. Yes, wh-what was it?"

"Hyung loves someone," Jeongguk murmurs quietly, his breath tickling Jimin's cunt as he leans forward, desperate for a taste.

"O-Oh." Jimin's bottom lip wobbles, absolutely crushed to hear it but not fully understanding why it hurts so much.

"Do you wanna know who?"

"N-No, I don't— Don't think I do..." 

Giving in to temptation, Jeongguk closes his lips around Jimin's clit, sending electricity shooting up his spine.

"A-Ah, hyung!" Jimin cries out, twisting his hands in Jeongguk's hair, his mind too clouded to push him away.

Jeongguk pulls away for a second, just long enough to say, "This is the kind of thing you do with the person you love, Jimin-ah." And then his mouth is back on Jimin's cunt, his tongue licking a long, wet stripe through his pussy lips before he plunges it in to his tight, virgin hole.

He thumbs at Jimin's clit, wiggling his tongue around inside, touching and tasting every inch of his walls that he can reach.

Jimin quickly falls into a confused daze. Loud, helpless moans escape his mouth, and he goes a little cross-eyed as he literally bites his tongue in an attempt to quiet himself, a sensation he's never felt before burning hot in his core.

"With the— With the per-person you love?" Jimin asks, his mind foggy with a lust so strong it threatens to knock him over.

"Hmm." Jeongguk hums against Jimin's cunt, and Jimin clenches wildly, his legs shaking as he whimpers.

"Hyung, what's happ-happening?" He cries, tears falling anew. He's never done anything like this before, and all the new sensations are honestly a little frightening to feel. "My cunnie, it—" He folds in on himself, unable to even keep his eyes open as Jeongguk lifts Jimin's legs onto his shoulders.

"Jimin-ah, you taste so good for hyung."

Jimin whines, hips jumping. "Hyung, put it— C-Come back..."

Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin's hips, pulling him forward even more so that he can eat his cunt comfortably. 

With practically all of his weight on his hands, Jimin's weak limbs shake, unable to hold himself up for too long. He gasps when Jeongguk slips a finger inside again, only this time the intrusion is much more welcome. Jeongguk's tongue flicks back and forth over his clit, and Jimin falls back on the piano as his arms lose all their strength at once.

He closes his eyes tightly, horror coursing through him when the impact makes him remember where he is and the horrible sin they're committing in a place of worship.

"Hyu— Hyung, sto— Nngh—" His protests die quick, pussy gushing slick as he registers the harsh, delicious drag of Jeongguk's nose over his clit.

“Mhn, feels good,” he mumbles, as if lost in his own head.

"I know,” Jeongguk pulls away to coo sweetly, Jimin's loud and erratic breathing driving him insane, his cock painfully hard in his pants.

He dives back in, lapping up Jimin's wet like it's the most important thing he'll ever taste, making Jimin thrash around in place, moaning uncontrollably. He switches back and forth between sucking harshly on Jimin's clit and stabbing his tongue inside, addicted to the taste, his hips rolling in small circles on his seat as he focuses all of his attention on Jimin's drenched cunt, prioritising the younger's pleasure over his own.

After all, this experience has to be a good one for Jimin, otherwise he'll undoubtedly side with his parents when they inevitably express their disapproval.

Near rabid with fury at the thought, Jeongguk pulls Jimin even closer, frantic as his tongue maps out every inch of Jimin's— Jeongguk's pussy. He savours the taste of Jimin's arousal, incomparable to anything he's ever sampled before.

Jeongguk is one gulp away from delirious at the thought of pushing Jimin to completion. He shoves two fingers into Jimin's cunt, curling them just right as his tongue works overtime stimulating his swollen clit. Jimin mewls loudly, feeling his heartbeat pound deep in his cunnie, and he simply melts in Jeongguk's tight hold, his legs trying fruitlessly to close around Jeongguk's head, out of his mind with pleasure, and that's when Jeongguk bites.

Not hard. Never. But with enough perfected pressure for it to be bliss.

Jimin's back arches beautifully. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth falls open around a broken moan, his legs quivering and his body trembling as he cums for the very first time in his life.

Jeongguk grins, swallowing Jimin's gushing slick with a mindless fervour. 

One down, at least one more to go.