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"It won't be so bad," the older servant tells Jimin when he can't stop trembling as he's helped out of his wedding hanbok, his headpiece, the jewelry he was adorned in. Every layer removed just brings Jimin closer to the meeting he's most afraid of. "The young prince is handsome, isn't he?"
Handsome? That's true, but...
Handsome or not, Jimin is still being prepared to give his virginity to his younger brother.
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Jimin remembers three months ago, when his alpha brother had only just returned from his years away training, surprising Jimin at the waterfall he liked to swim at.
Jimin was alone, except for another omega servant who hurried back to the palace when Jungkook dismissed her, his eager gaze focused on Jimin in the water.
Jungkook had grown. Of course he had. Taller, broader, his jaw chiseled instead of the rounder face Jimin knew growing up. He was undoubtedly intimidating, in a way only a mature alpha could be, even if Jimin was still two years older.
"Hyung," Jungkook called, stripping off his own clothes carelessly before stepping into the water, and Jimin quickly glanced away, sinking lower in the water, suddenly embarrassed by his nudity. By Jungkook's.
They weren't children anymore. And Jimin had heard the whispers of how the king was planning to pair off his alpha and omega sons, a sibling mating to keep their bloodline pure.
So Jungkook must know...
He must know how inappropriate it was, swimming out to Jimin, grabbing him in a hug with a strength that had Jimin's breath catching in his throat.
"Hyung, look at you," Jungkook mumbled, voice deep, eyes bright and searching. "You're more beautiful than I remember."
Jimin's belly heated.
"Jungkook-ah, y- you shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't what? Greet my own brother?" Jungkook's nose tucked right up against Jimin's scent gland, and Jimin swallowed his gasp, the heat inside him twisting as Jungkook greedily scented him.
It wasn't unusual, to scent with siblings. But usually they weren't both naked during it, and Jungkook's hold was so strong, it was like—
It was like Jimin didn't recognize his baby brother anymore. Like he went off to train with the older soldiers, to learn how to protect and provide, and somehow had been replaced with this bigger alpha and his muskier scent, his broader chest.
"You're so quiet," Jungkook huffed out. "Has your omega training made you meek?"
"No," Jimin answered, meeting Jungkook's gaze. "But it did teach me, even for- for siblings, you shouldn't be this close, and without clothes..." Jimin continued, small hands pushing lightly at Jungkook's chest only to get a raised eyebrow in response.
"Ah, hyung, don't play naïve... I know you've heard the rumors too. Why shouldn't I?"
Jimin's heart started beating faster. "Why shouldn't you...?"
"Why shouldn't I get to see, get to hold what will belong to me soon?"
Jimin's eyes widened in shock at Jungkook saying it so plainly.
What happened to the young teenager who sought Jimin out to be hugged when he cried? The sweet alpha who used to rest his head on Jimin's chest and swear he'd always protect him?
"So many omegas get paired off to lecherous old men, aren't you glad it's me, hyung?" Jungkook whispered, leaning so close that Jimin could feel the warmth of Jungkook's breath on his cheek.
"I am glad it's you," Jimin said quietly.
Jungkook didn't push for more contact that day, but he was shameless about his nudity after getting out of the water, sunning himself on a big rock at the side of the spring and staring darkly as Jimin got out of the water soon after.
There was no hiding his nakedness from the alpha prince's sight, no servant to quickly wrap Jimin in a robe. He stepped out of the water bare as the day he was born, smooth skin dripping wet, glistening under the sun.
Even if Jimin had accepted Jungkook's flirting, he was shocked at Jungkook's boldness as he circled his fingers around his thick cock while watching Jimin dress himself.
It was too much.
Jimin pulled his clothes on quickly, skin still damp, cheeks burning red as he ran back to the palace.
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So Jimin knows well how handsome Jungkook is, how strong, how well-endowed. How his alpha cock is thick and long even when it's soft, and how it looks gripped in Jungkook's bigger hand.
It doesn't make the thought of lying in bed, scrubbed clean and soft, waiting for his brother to come claim his virginity any less daunting, though. How does handsomeness help, exactly, when Jimin's stomach is in knots at the thought of being split open on that same alpha cock?
Jimin stays silent, hoping the subject will be dropped, but he isn't so lucky.
"Just do as your alpha says, and anyway, the pain is nothing compared to childbirth—" the servant continues, and finally the other omega servant assisting Jimin — Sohee, a girl closer to his age — speaks up, dismissing the older woman.
"Ajumma, I'll take it from here, go rest," the girl says, all fake-politeness.
The older servant bristles, but still leaves, and Jimin's shoulders slump slightly in relief. The way Sohee looks at Jimin isn't stern, but instead soft. Pitying. Jimin wonders how obvious his discomfort of the conversation topic was, if she could pick up on it.
"I'll be here in the morning," Sohee whispers as she helps Jimin bathe, "to help you no matter how the night goes, your highness."
Jimin's stomach sinks. "Y- You sound like you already know what he'll be like..."
"I know what alphas are like," she says, voice cold, but still careful not to sound impolite. Even discussing the blunt reality of selfish alpha lust, they both know if the wrong person overheard, it could be considered treason. "But you're strong too, my prince. Don't forget that."
She helps dry Jimin off after his bath and dresses him in thin, semi-transparent underclothes a soft shade of pink, his hair braided and pinned up to leave his neck and fresh mating mark on display for his new alpha husband.
Alpha husband.
Little brother.
Jimin isn't sure which title scares him more.
Jungkook was kind during the ceremony, squeezing Jimin's hand when Jimin's voice shook, and kissing him gently when he was given the opportunity to. He was even kind with his bite — his teeth sank in fast and sharp, and then it was done, Jimin's neck left throbbing and Jungkook's claim visible for all to see.
But the eagerness in Jungkook's scent the entire ceremony was almost overpowering.
The alpha wants him. To mate him, claim him, breed him. Jimin knows there's no hope of Jungkook agreeing to wait, no point of Jimin pleading that he doesn't feel ready, is afraid of how much it will hurt, how rough Jungkook will be...
Jimin even suspects that if he tried to tell Jungkook this, it would just make his lust grow.
So Jimin waits on his knees, his hands folded and fingernails nervously digging into skin, until Jungkook is sliding open the door to their shared room, already dressed down to his white underclothes as well.
"Hello, bride," Jungkook says with a smirk that tugs at the corner of his attractive mouth, his eyes bright in that way that used to warm Jimin's heart, but now just fills his belly with something too close to fear.
"Alpha," Jimin greets, meeting his eyes when Jungkook steps across the room and takes Jimin's hand, guiding him up until he's standing. Jungkook's gaze sweeps over Jimin's body from head to toe, his eyes lingering at the fresh wound of his bite on Jimin's neck. It had been cleaned up before his bath, a salve applied to help it heal, but Jimin will bear that scar for the rest of his life.
"Gorgeous," Jungkook mumbles, voice low and sincere. "But ah, hyung... you smell so scared."
Jimin's stomach clenches. It feels like being caught, but Jimin has no control over his scent, so there was never any chance of hiding that emotion from Jungkook anyway.
"I'll take care of you, don't you believe me?" Jungkook says, lips pursing with a pout that makes him look younger. "Some omegas even enjoy it..."
Some omegas. Jimin could laugh at how the words do nothing to reassure him.
"I'm just nervous," Jimin says, meeting Jungkook's eyes, trying to remember how he used to feel about his brother. Those feelings of safety, of companionship, of warmth. It feels like so long ago... the comforting sibling bond that they shared, up until Jungkook left, and Jimin learned that he was going to become his younger brother's breeding bitch.
"But- But please take care of me, I've never done anything before..." Jimin adds softly.
Jungkook pulls Jimin close with arms woven low around his waist, burying his face in Jimin's neck, gently licking over the tender bite.
Jimin shudders.
"Oh, hyung. You're not lying, right?" he rumbles.
"No," Jimin answers quickly. Were there rumors he had been with someone—? Jimin was an obedient son, a loyal subject.
"Good," Jungkook says, humming to himself. "This sweet hyung... I always wanted to have you before anyone else." His voice drops lower as he speaks, his gaze piercing. "When I first went away, ah, it was so lonely, I missed you so much, you know? Your scent, your voice. You were the only omega I ever thought about and it was unavoidable, maybe, that I began to be tortured by dreams about you... Desperate ones. Ones that left me hard and aching when I awoke."
Jungkook's arms tighten around his waist, just enough for Jimin's breath to catch at being held so tightly.
"I just kept thinking, night after night, that you better be saving yourself for me. That I'd find a way to be with you no matter what," Jungkook finishes in a whisper, lips brushing Jimin's ear. "I hoped you felt the same, but even if you didn't..."
Jimin swallows, his heart pounding with how much the sweet words scare him.
How much they sound like a threat.
He had no idea Jungkook desired him like that... Was it only because of the isolation of alpha training, twisting the protective love Jungkook had for him as a brother into something more adult, more primal?
Could things have been different, or was it always going to be Jimin? And what would Jungkook have done, if Jimin was betrothed to someone else when Jungkook returned? Or worse— if Jimin tried to refuse him?
"Don't worry," Jungkook murmurs, his large hands sliding down to Jimin's bottom, squeezing at the round flesh through his thin clothes.
Jimin bites back a startled cry, his own small hands braced on Jungkook's chest as he's groped.
"Don't worry, I'll make you want it too, even if you're afraid. I'm not a scrawny teenager anymore, Jimin-hyung," Jungkook says with a short huff of laughter, nuzzling into Jimin's hair. His fingers press inward, as if trying to feel out the hidden space between Jimin's cheeks, the heat of his cunt between his thighs, even with the silk material still in the way. "I know how to get an omega wet, what feels good. I know that little button you like to rub, mm?"
Jimin's face flushes with heat at Jungkook's words. There's no way the alpha has seen Jimin play with his clit in the privacy of Jimin's own room, but the way he talks—
Jimin's cheeks only burn hotter, no doubt already visibly pink with his blush when Jungkook starts to impatiently undress him.
"You're so slender," Jungkook groans once Jimin's torso is bared. He tugs at the loose pants that Jimin wears under his clothes next, pulling them down, having Jimin step out of them with trembling legs. Jimin is left only in the small clothing that serves as his panties, and in his excitement, Jungkook ends up ripping those, leaving Jimin naked.
It's worse, so much worse than that time at the waterfall, to have Jungkook's eyes on him up close. To feel the heat of the alpha's gaze and know what he's thinking, what he's planning to do.
To be so vulnerable, so helplessly exposed.
Jungkook's thumb brushes curiously over a pebbled nipple, and Jimin's breath hitches. "So slender, but ah, you still have strong hips," Jungkook says mostly to himself, hands squeezing at Jimin's waist almost like he's sizing up a farm animal. The touches make Jimin shiver even as he holds so still, obedient for the alpha. "You'll do fine at delivering our pups, hyung, I know it."
Jimin doesn't want to think about pups yet.
And not just because he'll be carrying his brother's pups — siblings have mated before without complications if their alpha and omega were compatible enough, it's just rare — but because the idea is terrifying. Belonging so wholly to Jungkook, and then the responsibility of it. Giving birth, raising children, expected to spread his legs and let the alpha breed him again, and again—
It's not a surprise the scent of Jungkook's arousal is stronger than ever as he thinks about it. Jimin can practically taste it every time he inhales shakily.
He was doing well, so well at being a docile omega bride, but Jimin finally finds himself blurting out, "Please don't knot me this time. Please—"
"Ah, what?"
"I'm not ready," Jimin gasps, suddenly squeezed close to Jungkook's body in a hug — one that should be comforting, but just makes Jimin's words spill out more frantic, "I- I'm not ready to be pregnant, you can use me but don't spill inside yet, please, Jungkook-ah, let's wait—"
"Shhh, why are you so worked up, huh? Just calm down," Jungkook hushes him, smoothing a wide palm over Jimin's naked back until his breaths stop hitching, until he isn't shaking as badly. "Silly hyung. You're just nervous, but that's okay."
Jimin's stomach sinks.
"It's just new." Jungkook even pulls back from the hug to smile as if Jimin is cute for protesting, and that's worse, somehow. Seeing his brother's handsome smile even as Jimin's pleas are being ignored. "It's new for me too, but we'll get through it. All couples do it."
Jimin doesn't care. "I- I can take you in my mouth instead. Please, I'll give you pleasure that way, I've been told—" Jimin catches the way Jungkook's eyes darken, but still continues, "told that muh- my lips look perfect for it, please—"
"Who told you that?" Jungkook growls, squeezing Jimin's hips in a suddenly tight grip, tight enough to be bruising.
"It doesn't matter—"
"It matters that they think they can get away with making vulgar comments about my omega, their prince. Who?"
"A- A guard, but I don't remember who, Jungkook-ah, please. You're hurting me," Jimin whimpers, and Jungkook finally lets go, his jaw still tense but his gaze apologetic.
"I'm sorry. But you have to tell me right away if that ever happens again," Jungkook says fiercely, "so I can run my sword through them like they deserve."
Jimin's heart is pounding louder than ever. He nods slowly.
"Okay. Fucking low-life scum..." Jungkook mutters, taking a steadying breath before he continues. "Hyung, listen to me, please." Jungkook lifts a hand to cup Jimin's chin, the pad of his thumb brushing lightly over the curve of Jimin's lips while Jimin makes himself hold Jungkook's gaze. "As beautiful as your mouth is, and as honored as I'd be to feel your soft lips around my cock... my seed is meant for your womb. I will do my duty as your alpha, and you'll remember your duty as my omega, won't you?" Jungkook finishes in a murmur, and Jimin knows it's a question with only one correct answer.
Jimin doesn't try to argue now, aware it will only make things worse. So he nods again.
"Ahh, that's it. I knew you would." Jungkook smiles again, leaning down to capture Jimin's lips in a hard kiss.
It feels like a claim. A reminder of who he belongs to. Jimin almost forgets to breathe, gasping when Jungkook pulls back.
"Now go ahead and undress me, my alpha is getting impatient."
Jimin doesn't even think Jungkook says it to be cruel. Jimin can smell, in the heaviness of Jungkook's scent, how aroused he is. But that impatience still makes Jimin's fingers shake as he pulls at the loose ties of Jungkook's shirt, his pants. He's seen this before too, but it's still—
Overwhelming.
Jungkook isn't too much taller than Jimin, half a head maybe, but he is broad, thick muscle and wide shoulders, a strong chest, muscular thighs. If this wasn't their fate, Jimin would even admire how strong his little brother has become.
But now, Jimin just thinks, how rough will he be? What will he use his strength to do to me?
"Are you shy?" Jungkook asks softly, teasing when Jimin hesitates to remove Jungkook's underwear, so Jimin does it quickly. He tries to ignore the wave of dizziness when he crouches down to help Jungkook step out of the clothes, and his face is suddenly so close to the evidence of Jungkook's arousal, the source of his dark scent.
Jimin's body can't ignore the instinctual attraction he feels to the alpha who bit a claim into him hours ago.
Jungkook's cock is so thick, balls heavy, that obscene length above them jutting out already with how swollen it is, bulging slightly at the base where his knot will eventually grow. The omega wants to turn away from it, but instead, Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin's back and draws his whole body closer again, pressing him into Jungkook's chest, making him feel—
Jimin gasps.
"Fuck," Jungkook breathes out, "you're so- so soft, and you're all mine now, aren't you, hyung?"
His cock is trapped hard between them, pressed into Jimin's pale belly like a huge, scalding brand, even if Jimin knows it can't really be that hot. Jimin starts to stutter out, "How- How should we—"
"Lie back for me."
Jimin's legs are shaky anyway as he sits down on the bedding, and Jungkook crouches next to him, gently pulling out the pin holding Jimin's hair up. He frees the silky locks from their braid, Jimin's dark hair falling over his shoulders, loose, sweet-smelling from bathing.
Jungkook's gaze is soft, suddenly.
"Beautiful. Shall I do the same?"
Jungkook reaches up to slide off his headband and free his own thicker hair from his topknot. It falls to his shoulders, shorter than Jimin's, giving him a softer look even if his eyes are still so sharp, the weight of his gaze heavy, hot.
Jimin can't be fooled by sweet smiles, by soft looks. Jungkook only wants one thing.
"You smell lovely," Jungkook murmurs, leaning closer. "Are you wet?"
Jimin's belly clenches, caught off-guard by the question. "Ah—"
"Can I touch you there, hyung? I want to hear my bride say yes."
Jimin freezes, his thoughts playing a terrible game of, What if I refused?
But they've been apart too long. Jimin doesn't know what Jungkook is capable of, what lengths he would go to. It's not something Jimin can risk, but it feels wrong to voice a lie. He doesn't want Jungkook to touch him there, because Jimin never wanted this to be their circumstances; never wanted to have to see his brother become his husband, the alpha who will take Jimin's virginity and sire his future pups. His baby brother...
"Omega?" Jungkook says at his silence, and Jimin swallows around the lump in his throat at the subtle warning tone of Jungkook's voice.
"I- I don't know if I'm wet, but you can touch me. Please, alpha," Jimin whispers, watching a grin of satisfaction spread slowly across Jungkook's lips.
"This is for me anyway, right, hyung?" Jungkook's hand slides over Jimin's hip, down his bare thigh, only to grip Jimin's knee and pull his legs open.
And Jimin lets him, heart pounding.
"If your cunt is wet, it's only because your omega knows to get ready for my cock, hm?"
Jimin doesn't answer, bracing himself for Jungkook's rough touch, but the fingers that brush down over his folds are gentle, almost teasing.
"Oh," Jungkook says, pressing low. Jimin's pussy clenches up, but Jungkook doesn't try to push inside, just feeling. Probing fingers, thick and invasive, but moving delicately as if trying not to spook him. "You are wet."
Jimin turns his face away, blushing, only to have Jungkook's other hand gripping his chin, guiding Jimin to lock eyes with him. "Mm, don't hide. You can act shy if you like, but... it's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm hard for you, aren't I?"
Jimin knows that Jungkook is. He can't ignore that fact.
"You're so soft here, ah, can't wait to be buried inside you," Jungkook mumbles, words low and slurring, almost like he's drunk. "To feel the heat of you around me, against me."
His lips cover Jimin's again, the kiss slow but hungry, his fingers sliding into Jimin's hair while his other hand continues to teasingly stroke the split of Jimin's eager sex.
And it feels good.
Jimin can't deny how good kissing and being kissed feels, and there's some truth to Jungkook's words anyway, about his omega responding to Jungkook's pheromones — their instincts want them to breed. For all that Jimin doesn't feel ready, he's still a mature omega, womb longing to fulfill its purpose.
Jungkook's hard kisses over Jimin's sensitive lips stir that ache inside him, the one he feels so low in his belly, clenching and warm.
"Gods, your scent," Jungkook breathes out, mouth trailing to Jimin's throat, nosing there as Jimin dutifully tips his head back in submission. "You don't smell so sharp with fear anymore, hyung, have you finally accepted this?"
Jimin's body has, maybe. His anxious, ashamed thoughts are another story. "Ah, please—"
Jungkook mouths down to Jimin's collarbone, to his chest, the small swells that cushion his nipples, that will eventually fill out to heavy, milky little breasts when Jimin is pregnant. Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin's back to pull the omega forward onto his lap, his gaze dark and hungry.
"Rub yourself on me," Jungkook tells him, a low command breathed out against Jimin's parted lips. "I want to watch you rub your sex over my cock and know that no alpha will ever know this sight except for me."
Of course they won't — Jimin has been so thoroughly claimed, no alpha would dare get close to him now. And if they tried, Jimin knows without any doubt that Jungkook would, swiftly and without remorse, kill them.
After that meeting at the waterfall months ago, Jimin had thoughts... Brief but terrible thoughts about Jungkook becoming the kind of king in the crude stories that were told, the kind of alpha who would sit on his throne with his omega perched on his cock, just to show off what he had, and what others couldn't touch.
It's something Jimin would never voice out loud, because he thinks Jungkook would like the idea too much.
It's embarrassing enough, now, to be straddling Jungkook's thighs completely bare in the privacy of their room, staring down at his huge cock, unsure what he's asking Jimin to do. "Jungkook-ah," Jimin says helplessly, "I- I don't know what you want—"
"This," he says, guiding Jimin closer until he's leaning forward into Jungkook's torso, the warm length of Jungkook's cock snug between their bellies. "Don't tell me my sweet brother has never tried grinding his needy pussy on a pillow before."
Heat floods Jimin's face. He hasn't done that for years, after discovering how to touch himself with his fingers — how spreading his legs and rubbing just right, as long as he had privacy, could bring him to his peak just as efficiently.
But at least now he understands what the alpha wants.
"Like- Like this?" Jimin whispers, fitting the wettest part of the heat between his thighs over Jungkook's cock, now angled against his belly, the base swollen a little wider and the tip reaching past Jungkook's navel.
Jimin doesn't want to think about having that— having all of that inside of him, because it can't possibly fit—
"Just like this," Jungkook groans, using his grip on Jimin's hips to slowly rock him over the length of his cock.
Jimin feels clumsy, watched so closely as he starts to move on his own. The rocking motion slides his cunt up the thick shaft of Jungkook's cock and then back down, his folds spreading wetly as he does. He almost— almost sees the appeal of it, how it might look cute or pretty. How that part of his sex hugs Jungkook's, enveloping the rigid length with its softness, the gliding friction on his clit tightening a warm pressure in the pit of Jimin's belly.
"Omega," Jungkook says, gripping his chin again after Jimin's head drops forward, mouth open in shy, silent pleasure. "Does this feel good on your little pussy?"
More heat floods him, washing and heavy, but it doesn't stop how good the movement feels. Jimin rubs a little faster, staring into his brother's eyes, breathing in the desperation in both of their scents, his thoughts clouding with it. "Y- Yes. Feels good, alpha."
"Fuck."
Jungkook lies back and takes Jimin with him until the omega is straddled on top of him, the position letting Jimin press more of his weight down, shameless because he knows Jungkook is strong enough to handle it. He can see it, in the definition of Jungkook's muscled torso, the flex of his arm as he steadies Jimin with a hand on his hip.
Jungkook's scent swirls with that heavy alpha arousal, his cockhead flushed so dark and swollen, ruddy and shining from Jimin's slick. Jimin stares down as he rubs himself on it, stares at the way the chubby lips of his pussy spread, and how good that direct stimulation on his clit feels. His breath catches with surprise when Jungkook's hand on his hip moves back to his ass, fingers gripping him tightly there.
"Does- Does it feel good for you?" Jimin asks, and he prays that Jungkook can't tell the fleeting thought that passes through Jimin's mind.
The thought that maybe he could make Jungkook spill just from this, and then Jungkook wouldn't be able to breed him tonight.
(Jimin doesn't know much about alpha stamina, but he hopes—)
"Of course it does. Ah, hyung, the way you look, chasing pleasure..." Jungkook sits up, suddenly, arms wrapping tight enough around Jimin to stop his movements. "I'm glad I didn't just bend you right over like I first wanted to, as soon as you were naked. Like I wanted to that day at the waterfall."
Jimin's breath catches at the confession, even if he already guessed Jungkook's intentions that day. He can't even imagine... Seeing his brother again after so long, no official announcement of their marriage yet, and Jungkook was already thinking about fucking him.
Jimin heard of Jungkook's return and only hoped that his brother was safe, that he was healthy, and that being away hadn't changed him.
And now Jimin realizes that Jungkook didn't have to be changed, because those feelings for his omega brother were already there, growing darker and more obsessive the longer they were apart.
Jungkook's hands smooth over Jimin's slender back, head tilting to press a kiss to his fresh mating mark. Jimin shivers in the alpha's arms.
"But now... now I want to be buried inside you, omega. Haven't I waited long enough for this?" Jungkook leans forward until Jimin is tipping back, laid out on the bedding, Jungkook now above him.
His heart starts pounding. Jimin couldn't calm it if he tried. "Jungkook-ah—"
"Call me husband at least once, hyung," Jungkook says with a short laugh. He kneels between Jimin's legs, pulling them open too easily. Something about his gaze and the way his large hands pet over Jimin's calves makes Jimin too aware of the difference in their sizes. It makes him feel like a pet, or a prize to the alpha.
A play-thing.
"Husband," Jimin says softly, squeezing his eyes shut when Jungkook shifts closer, guiding Jimin's legs to spread over the tops of Jungkook's thighs, around his hips, his cock now lined up to be able to rub over Jimin's sex. Jimin feels so- so open like this, lying on his back, spread and slick and on display—
"Your cunt is so pretty, fuck," Jungkook groans. The pressure of his length dragging over Jimin's sensitive pussy lips feels different like this, because of how Jungkook has all the control, how he could force himself inside at any moment and there's nothing Jimin could do. It's pleasure twisted up with the adrenaline of fear, leaving Jimin breathless, trying to anticipate what Jungkook will do. "The way it's so plump, blushing pink, the way y- your slick is all creamy like I've already spilled inside you, ah..." Jungkook is panting now, tripping over his words. "You're even cuter than I imagined. Can't wait to mold your insides to the shape of my cock, hyung."
Hyung. The way Jungkook says it, breathing out the honorific even after saying something so vulgar, it's almost like he wants to remind Jimin that they are blood-related. And maybe he does.
Jimin refuses to open his eyes but he can feel, his belly tightening with each sweep, as Jungkook purposefully rubs at Jimin's clit with the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive bud. "Please," Jimin gasps, hips jolting when Jungkook guides his cockhead lower, dragging it down the slick center of Jimin's spread cunt, nudging at the lower part he knows gives way to his entrance. He can hear the noisy schlick of how wet he is there from each push of Jungkook's cock, and Jimin's cheeks burn. "P- Please, Jungkook-ah, slow—"
Jungkook goes still, and Jimin is holding his breath, eyes finally fluttering open when he feels the rough pad of Jungkook's thumb rubbing circles around his clit.
The alpha's jaw is clenched, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes wide but dark, so dark.
"I don't want to hurt you," Jungkook murmurs. "You believe that, don't you?"
Jimin does, in a way.
But he also knows that Jungkook wants him, enough to have fantasized about it for years, and how can Jimin not be afraid of that kind of passion? Afraid of Jungkook losing control to his own pleasure, afraid of him losing himself in the animal instinct to breed.
"I know you care about me," Jimin says carefully, unable to swallow his gasp in time when Jungkook strokes over his clit more firmly, the angle of it too direct, too sensitive. "A- Ah, I know— I know it's n- not your fault, how big you are—"
"I don't want to hurt you," Jungkook repeats, gripping his cock and lining up purposely now, a wide, blunt pressure low against Jimin's dripping cunt, "but if it hurts, I know you can take it, hyung. You'll do just fine, because you were made for this, weren't you? To be full of my cock."
The pressure increases, the pushing. Jungkook's thumb still swipes over Jimin's clit, fattened-pink and needy, and Jimin gasps again, "Alpha—"
"My omega," Jungkook rumbles back, "don't you feel it too? You were made to bear a strong alpha's child... The gods themselves knew, and that's why our parents had me. So that we could be together."
The words spark a hot flood of shame inside Jimin, the twisted implication that their parents only conceived a second child so he would grow strong and fuck their first son. That they bore a son who could be bred, and then another to breed him.
It's not true, Jimin thinks desperately. Why would he even think something like that—
So shocked by Jungkook's words, Jimin almost misses the sharp sting of Jungkook's cockhead finally breaching the resisting entrance of his cunt.
It feels brutal, for such a small movement from the alpha. The hugeness of his cock and how it stretches Jimin, that confusing new pain between his legs, both dull-and-sharp. Jimin lifts a hand to cover his mouth just before he cries out, eyes squeezing shut when the pressure doesn't ease up.
He doesn't know how much is inside him, afraid to look, but it doesn't even feel like more than the tip yet.
"That's it," Jungkook breathes. Jimin can only imagine what kind of wild look is in his eyes right now. "Let me in, that's it, y- you're so tight but you can take it, right? Your fertile pussy wants this so bad, hyung, so be good for your alpha now."
The words are babbled, roughened by Jungkook's excitement. All Jimin can do is hold his hand over his mouth and turn his face to the side, body tensing as Jungkook tries to push into what feels like an unyielding part of Jimin's body.
"Maybe if you—" Jungkook grunts a little, drawing his big cockhead out so suddenly that Jimin gasps at the quick tug, the sting of that too. "Turn over for me."
"Turn over?" Jimin echoes the words, struggling to register their meaning when seconds ago all his thoughts were bracing him for the ache of being fucked full of his brother's cock.
"Present for me, omega," Jungkook says in a deeper voice, and—
Jimin has no trouble understanding that.
He doesn't know if this is better or worse than being on his back, how exposed he felt before, being able to see the hunger plain on Jungkook's face. But it's easier, in a way, when Jungkook moves to the side so Jimin can turn over onto his belly, his small hands coming up to clutch at the pillow under his face, hips starting to lift his bare ass higher into the air—
Jungkook doesn't even let him get that far. Jungkook growls, and is suddenly on him, a straddling weight over the backs of Jimin's thighs, that thick cock seeking the tiny opening to Jimin's cunt hidden between his swollen pussy lips.
"Alpha," Jimin gasps, squirming with nowhere to go, pinned down and so wet between his thighs that Jungkook starts to push in, what feels like endless filling pressure, and Jimin's body lets him.
There are hands at the small of his back, gripping him just before the curve of his ass starts. There's Jungkook's voice whispering hot against Jimin's ear, "Gods, just like that— feels so good, you look so perfect taking my cock like you were born to, hyung."
Jimin chokes out a sob into the pillow, belly clenching in breathless fits as his pussy tries to adjust to the huge size of Jungkook's cock.
It's done, Jimin thinks, dizzy and aching when Jungkook draws back only to shove his way back inside, agonizing pleasure, the dragging heat of it like nothing Jimin has ever felt before. I'm not a virgin anymore.
He's claimed. Mated by his little brother in every way that counts.
If only Jimin could figure out which he feels more strongly now — shame or relief, at how the pain is already fading, and Jimin can feel, can hear himself getting wetter with Jungkook's thrusts.
"Fuck," Jungkook swears, leaning over Jimin's back far enough to brush his hair aside and nose at his nape, hips humping against Jimin's ass in a steady rhythm now. "Fuck, you're so tight, ah. You feel so—"
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin moans shakily, gasping when Jungkook's hips snap forward harder.
"Don't interrupt me," Jungkook warns, voice low but lilting with something too much like amusement. "You can moan and cry, you sound so pretty when you do, but don't ever interrupt your alpha."
Jimin waits a few long seconds, eyes squeezed shut to brace himself under Jungkook's harder thrusts, and then gasps, "I- I'm sorry."
"Ah, my sweet bride," Jungkook huffs out. He's breathless himself, voice still rough with his arousal. "It's alright. I just want to tell you how good you feel around my cock, so- so hot and slick inside. Your pussy is mine now, isn't it?"
Jimin doesn't answer, hands curled into small fists, breaths puffing out with each deep, shoving thrust. Is it the weight of Jungkook's balls he can feel pressing just outside the rim of his cunt each time Jungkook is buried deep? Or— Or is it—
"Gonna knot you," Jungkook tells him. "Breed a pup into your womb, hyung."
Jimin could cry at his foolishness, forgetting somehow that the size of Jungkook's cock alone wasn't all he had to take.
The alpha struggles to push the knot inside with Jimin's thighs together, hips barely raised high enough to open him for something so big. Jungkook pulls away, and Jimin feels an equally foolish rush of relief for thinking, Maybe Jungkook will want to use my mouth instead after all—
But he only grabs for Jimin's slender waist, guiding the trembling omega up to his knees on the bedding. He pulls at Jimin's thighs, stance widening and hips sinking lower, lining his pussy up with Jungkook's straining cock. A hand pushes firmly at the small of Jimin's back, and he arches at the touch, raising his ass obediently.
"Yes, exactly, just like that. Such a good omega."
Even as tears roll hot down Jimin's flushed cheeks, sticking to his fluttering eyelashes, the praise sends a rush of calmness through him.
Good. He's pleasing the alpha, he's good.
Jungkook squeezes hard at Jimin's soft hips as he presses back inside and the roughness, the aching stretch makes Jimin's clit throb. His belly shudders with his shallow breaths as his pussy is worked open, letting Jungkook's cock in once again.
"Mine," Jungkook snarls, pressing deep enough that Jimin's insides ache with it — deep and heavy and so hot, so much to take.
Jimin collapses to his elbows once Jungkook starts to thrust, bracing himself with his forearms, fingers grabbing weakly for the bedding. Short cries fall from his lips — ah, ah, ah! — and his shame is replaced with a new feeling, with a defeated acceptance, with a steadily building pleasure where Jungkook pounds him.
He's going to be bred. This is his purpose, just this — to present that tight and needy place between his thighs for his husband to fill, to be good and take it, even when it hurts. Even when it feels good.
"Who knew," Jungkook speaks suddenly, leaning over Jimin's body, grinding so deep that it's all just ache ache ache, "that my sweet and obedient elder brother would sound like such a whore when he's getting fucked?"
Jimin chokes out a sob, cheeks burning. "Don't—"
"Ah, don't be upset, you sound pretty. And you're still tight like a virgin around my cock, but you have to let the knot in, hyung, relax."
Relax. Jimin is still shaking, pussy speared open for the alpha's cock, what relaxing can he do?
Jungkook seems to realize this, hand sliding low down Jimin's belly to pinch at his clit, and the feeling is too overwhelming, paired with the wide swell of the knot grinding over his sensitive entrance, skin already stretched and thin. Jimin shakes his head and reaches back unthinkingly, trying to push at Jungkook's thigh where he kneels behind him, blurting out, "It's too much, t- too much—"
Jungkook captures his slender wrist easily, pinning it back down to the bedding. "Be good," he reminds Jimin in a low voice, and Jimin isn't prepared at all for the sharp smack of Jungkook's palm hitting his ass, again and again, the shocking sting and jiggling impact on bare flesh. The alpha spanks him like he's a disobedient child, and somewhere in between the fleeting pain and the sharp sound of those smacks, the knot finally sinks into Jimin's slick cunt.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, gasping, still awash in the humiliation of Jungkook's sudden punishment. His hips jerk at the impossible stretch, the throbbing fullness of it, but there's nowhere for him to go, no way he can try to crawl forward away from the pressure inside.
"So tight," Jungkook says with his own gasp, pelvis now snug against Jimin's ass. "So tight, fuck, but I knew you could take it. I knew— knew you had room for me, ah—"
He leans over Jimin's body, hands brushing up his bare sides, underneath to his belly, squeezing at the sensitive mounds of Jimin's chest. Playing with his nipples. Jimin moans brokenly, the touches just making him feel even more owned, the way the knot grinds into the stretched walls of his pussy such a heavy, dizzying kind of heat.
Is it pleasure? Jimin can't even tell anymore, the throb of need in his clit and the throb of Jungkook's knot stuck just inside him all the same to his overstimulated body.
Jungkook still thrusts, but it feels more like animalistic shoves now that he can't pull the knot out, only grinding it deeper with the movement of his hips. One of Jungkook's hands slides up from Jimin's belly to the front of his throat, pushing there until Jimin's head tips back, unable to hide his face in the pillow anymore.
Jimin's whole body still jolts with the impact of each thrust, with the obscene slapping sound of their meeting flesh.
"Can you hear how wet your pussy is for me?" Jungkook growls, voice right behind Jimin's ear, knot rubbing hard at his inner walls while pleasure ripples down Jimin's spine. "So wet and hot, will you come for me, too? I'm so close, a-ah, want you to- to come on my cock like the good little omega you are and show me how much you really, uh, want this."
Jimin can't think, can't focus on Jungkook's words, even if he shudders with a new rush of submission — good for alpha, good, 'm good — without realizing why. The omega whines in response, feels relief when Jungkook lets go so Jimin's shoulders can slump back down, back still arched, strands of hair sticking to his rosy cheeks from sweating.
He does want to come. He wants Jungkook to breed him, finally, wants that heat climbing inside him to be sated, to reach his trembling peak on his alpha's swollen knot. Jimin feels crazed for it— he can't imagine what actually being in heat feels like. Can't imagine being more desperate than this.
"Alpha," Jimin mewls, voice reedy and high. "Please—"
"Ask me to pup you. Ask, omega, ask your brother to put a pup in you—"
Jungkook snarls the words as his rough fingers slip over Jimin's throbbing clit, and Jimin's response is already tumbling from his lips, breathless, hiccupped with his sobs, "P- Pup me, breed me, please." It builds and builds, that sparking heat, Jimin's belly clenching helplessly with it, "Need it, alpha, fill me and make me pregnant for you, ah, a-ah—"
"Come."
Jimin does, and the whole world whites out with it.
It's bursting heat, flooding pleasure. His body trembles, pussy spasming tight again and again, desperately contracting around the pulsing knot shoved inside him. He loses himself in the release, that primal satisfaction of reaching his peak, mouth dropped open with his little cries, face crumpled at the intensity of it.
Jimin is only distantly aware of Jungkook grabbing onto his hips, yanking him roughly back onto his cock. Distant, fuzzy, like it's happening to someone else, but Jimin still moans, still convulses with tiny shudders when Jungkook goes still and starts to spill his release right against Jimin's womb.
Or maybe he's inside my womb, Jimin thinks deliriously, eyes squeezed shut, panting as he comes down from his orgasm. Maybe that's why it hurt when he fucked me so deeply.
"Mine," Jungkook growls out, teeth scraping the back of Jimin's neck, making his breath hitch with a gasp. His instincts urge him to submit, but there's no more submitting left for Jimin to do, when Jungkook owns him so completely. "Mine, you're all mine."
Jimin is too lost in the high of his own pleasure to respond, clinging to that floating feeling because it's so much nicer than the soreness. Nicer to focus on how settled he feels with his hips raised up for the alpha to keep breeding him, than to think about the sweat, the aches, the flood of Jungkook's cum being pumped inside him.
How huge the knot must be now, expanded to its full size, plugging Jimin's cunt so that nothing spills out.
"A- Alpha," Jimin slurs out, hips jolting when Jungkook's hand moves under his belly, but he only goes to cup Jimin's chest again, palming the soft curves of it as if Jimin already has full breasts.
"Can't wait for when your tits swell with milk," Jungkook rumbles against Jimin's skin, fingers pinching almost meanly at a sensitive nipple until Jimin whimpers. "Remember how you used to hold me against your chest when we were younger, hyung?"
Please, Jimin thinks, that memory suddenly shocking him out of his knotted haze, making Jimin's belly twist with the heaviness of shame. Please don't say you were thinking about this even back then.
Jungkook doesn't say that. He just continues, his own voice slurring like he's drunk, "I'll worship you when you're pupped. Give you relief when your tits are full, when you're crying out for my cock but you're too cute and round to do anything about it, ah..."
He wants me helpless, Jimin thinks, the thought sending a chill down his spine, even if it's not that shocking. His helpless breeding stock to sate his lust and birth his children. To show off, to own...
"You smell so good," Jungkook moans, nosing at the flushed curve of Jimin's neck, and Jimin ducks his head with shame. "Can you come again, if I rub you there? It drives me crazy how tight you get, uh, milking my cock—"
Jungkook grinds his knot into the sore walls of Jimin's pussy, fingers sliding down to tease at his achingly swollen clit, rubbing faster when Jimin gasps and his hips jump, when his body tries to clench down around the intrusion buried inside him, the knot keeping him stretched. "Yeah?"
"I- I can't," Jimin mewls, bracing himself against that heat, too bright and overstimulating, a white-hot pleasure that leaves him lightheaded.
His body is tired, his pussy swollen-plump and hot, raw, ruined.
But the alpha wants him to come. So Jimin bites into the pillow as the searing pleasure climbs, begging weakly, please, please, pleaseplease—
He comes with hard shudders and Jungkook laughs, hugging Jimin close, the knot still throbbing and fat inside him. Jimin thinks Jungkook might be spilling even more cum inside him, from the spike in his scent, but Jimin can't be sure when he's nearly numb below the waist from oversensitivity.
"My pretty bride, I won't stop until I know you're pupped."
Jimin's upper body slumps into the bedding, a quiet whimper of alpha just before Jimin is passing out.
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Jungkook knots him every single night for a week after that.
Well — not every night.
His servants are reasonably concerned about the state of Jimin's ruined pussy when he's bathed the following morning — after Jungkook pulled out and left Jimin's pussy gaping and pink, hole drooling with the alpha's cum, and the sight alone had him getting hard enough to fuck and knot Jimin a second time — and somehow word must get back to the alpha prince.
So Jimin's cunt is left alone the next day, but the night after that, Jungkook wants him again. And again.
"M- Maybe I'm already pregnant," Jimin tries on the fourth day, shoved up against a wall while Jungkook feels between his thighs, underneath Jimin's now-useless night clothes, always determined to at least get Jimin wet before he fucks inside.
"Maybe you are," Jungkook agrees, kissing hotly over Jimin's throat. How can his passion still feel so frenzied, when it's been days? Will it always be like this? Jimin doesn't know how any omega survives it. "But your tight pussy feels so good, hyung, how can I resist?"
Jimin answers with a whine, clinging to Jungkook's broad shoulders as he's taken standing up.
A week of nights filled with that agonizing pleasure, and then at the end of the week, Jungkook finally shows concern over Jimin's tiredness. Over the slight change to his scent.
"Change?" Jimin murmurs, leaning into Jungkook's cool palm on his forehead as the alpha gazes down at him, crouched next to their shared bed. Head tilted curiously. He's been gentle with Jimin ever since the omega turned down dinner that evening, and it takes Jimin an embarrassingly long time to realize why.
"It's softer," Jungkook says quietly, lips slowly stretching with his smile but gaze dark, intense. "Something new and gentle under your regular scent. It's making my protective instincts go wild, omega."
"Is it—" Jimin doesn't finish, stomach fluttering nervously.
"Mmm. I kept you full enough, didn't I?"
"Don't- Don't say that," Jimin blurts out, turning his face away with a blush. He's not surprised when Jungkook guides him back with a firm touch under his chin. "Jungkook-ah."
Jungkook's eyes wrinkle at the corners with his smile. He's smug, and Jimin doesn't even think he can blame the alpha for it. It's all instinct. Isn't the omega equally as pleased for it to have taken, to be growing a child in his belly?
"Don't worry," Jungkook mumbles, fingers tracing the scar of his bite on Jimin's pale neck. "I said I'd always protect you, didn't I?"
Jimin remembers. Of course he does. His sweet alpha dongsaeng, clinging to his hyung for comfort before leaving for his training. His wide eyes, the round tip of his nose, the mole underneath his bottom lip. The same lip that would stick out with a pout if Jimin was ever too busy to hold the clingy little alpha in his arms.
Jimin looks at the man in front of him now. He unconsciously rests a hand low over his belly, and swallows before he answers softly, "You did, alpha."