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Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationship:

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Characters:

Jeon Jungkook

Park Jimin (BTS)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Historical

Alternate Universe - Royalty

Alpha/Omega

Alpha Kink

Mating Cycles/In Heat

Dirty Talk

Slut Shaming

Name-Calling

Humiliation

Degradation

cock shaming

Premature Ejaculation

Multiple Orgasms

Coming Untouched

Ahegao

crying n drooling n blabbering

Begging

Rimming

Face-Sitting

Fisting

Face-Fucking

Come Swallowing

Facials

Copious Amounts of Come

Cock Slut

Come Slut

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Language:EnglishStats:Published:2017-10-20Words:8140Chapters:1/1Comments:53Kudos:910Bookmarks:198Hits:17680

take care of me

cocksluts

Summary:

Life as an omega prince is not all that hard — as long as you have an alpha to fuck you dumb and ditsy through your heats.

Notes:

For subjimin.

dear best friend,

i love u. that's all i have to say sgshsksj OH AND ofc I HOPE U ENJOY MWAH!!

and also pls pls read the tags carefully. the name-calling n degradation is vvvvvv heavy in this one n sum p nasty shit goes down so. yh. just a heads up.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Being a prince is hard.

It's a constant, 24/7 job that you never leave. From the way you carry yourself to the way you talk to who you befriend to your preferences — everything is controlled and it's tiring.

It's ten times as hard when you happen to be an omega prince.

Sure, it has its pros. Jimin's not the heir, for one, and he doesn't have half the pressures on his shoulders his bother already has despite being younger. He doesn't have to worry about well... just about anything to do with the state of the country, or the future of the country, or the relationships of the country with other countries — none of that bullshit that has Jimin nodding off in boredom — quite frankly because, even if he did, nobody would care or listen. Jimin doesn't see the point in trying.

However, he is a gem. He's a prize — a beautiful, dainty, powerful little prince. Alpha men and women alike want him, yearn for him. He's most infamous for his babyface; his soft cheeks and big eyes, a small nose and thick lips — deceivingly innocent. He's small in build with his small narrow shoulders, small in height, small hands — small everything. He's adorable, he knows. Even omegas want a bit of him, eyeing him up and down hungrily and hissing whenever Jimin gets too close and wafts his too-sweet scent all around.

He's wanted by all, and yet forbidden to all.

It's a weakness, of course. For the king to somehow produce an omega — as if it's something that can even be helped. Jimin is not to be mated, for that will mean higher chances of having more omega blood within the royal family.

In all honesty, Jimin realises he's exaggerating. Life as an omega prince is not really all that hard. The constant staring from all that stand in his presence does not bother him — he welcomes it, appreciates the admiration and the want behind it all. It makes him feel more powerful. He eats well, allowed to snack and re-snack at any time of the day on the most fragrant fruits and the sweetest desserts that come pouring in all the way from China and India and France. He has servants at his feet ready to provide him with anything and everything at the click of his fingers. Despite his parents being somewhat distant towards him, they make up for it by granting Jimin all his wishes, spoiling him absolutely rotten. He has dozens of different pets, his friends that listen to him whine and whinge about anything and everything (most things), only wanting cuddles and kisses in return. Jimin's life is easy, most of the time.

However, not all the time. At times like this, he can't help but curse the gods for making him this way.

Four fingers deep in his ass, humping his pillow and sobbing loudly. There's a heat under his skin that just won't leave, simmering in his veins and rendering him thirsty — thirsty for escape, for relief, for cock, for an alpha.

"Alpha," he whimpers out loud, in his empty too-big-room on his empty too-big-bed. "Alpha, fuck me. Please — please fuck me," he begs, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing the image of a big, tall alpha male. He groans, curling his fingers and ignoring the pain in his arms from straining them around to his ass, one hand holding an ass cheek open and the other close to fisting his asshole open.

He imagines big, strong alpha tying his poor aching arms to the bed, not allowing him to move at all. He imagines big strong alpha fingering him numb, his big strong alpha hand with his big strong alpha fingers getting all deep inside him and leaving his hole gaping. He imagines big strong alpha leaning down and licking into him, spearing him open on his tongue and letting his slick pour down into his open mouth.

Jimin gasps, body stiffening entirely as he comes for the eleventh time since his heat hit him, trembling through the aftershocks and subconsciously letting his tired fingers go slack and slip out of him.

It's not enough — it's nowhere near enough, and Jimin can only curl in on himself and sob about it.

"Alpha," he whines and keens, his body too hot for him to stay curled in on itself for too long. He squirms onto his back, limbs splayed out around him. Slick continues to steadily slip out from him. It's all over him — on his ass trickling down to his thighs and knees, on his fingers trickling down to his palms, on his wrists trickling down to his elbows. There's a puddle already collecting under him as he shivers and shakes, delirious from his own smell and his own lust. His heart seems to miss a beat every so often, his head spinning and his tongue feeling heavy. There's too much saliva in his mouth, and it drips down from either side — salivating at the thought of cock. "Alpha," he whines again, voice nothing more than a pitched moan. He finds solace in pretending he even has an alpha. "L-look, alpha. All this sli-slick. For you. 'M so wet for y-you, alpha," he lisps, bottom lip trembling. It's not fair. "Y-you're not gon-gonna help? I — too much, alpha. T-too much slick. Please — get rid of it. Use it."

Jimin can't pinpoint when exactly he breaks down into heavy sobs, because he's been crying steadily for hours now, but when it hits him properly he loses his breath. His back arches and he's chocking, fingers weakly lifting up to claw down his chest, over his puffy sensitive nipples. Somehow, his cock interprets the pain as pleasure and has him orgasming, but follows through with no relief from the fire in Jimin's veins.

Jimin figures he must've passed out, because he's blinking drearily what feels like seconds later, though he can tell it's been more than that because he's somehow on his front now, fucking his little dick into his own come-soaked pillow. He whinges, wishing he could've slept some more of his heat away, a dull ache echoing in his bones.

He manages to hump three more unsatisfying orgasms out of himself before he gives it up, slumping forward face-first into the mattress. He's drooling openly now, without a care. Not like he's got an alpha here to tease him about it. To use his saliva for something more useful, like fucking his big alpha cock into.

"W-want... need..."

He couldn't take it anymore, the burn in his veins beyond painful at this point. Weakly, he manages to roll out of his bed, landing on the wooden floorboards with a groan of pain. His vision's blurred by lust and need, and yet he's sure he can see a cloud of steam fogging up the entire room.

He can't breathe. He needs to get out.

Stark naked and shaking, he manages to crawl to the double doors at the entrance of the room. Jimin gasps when he pulls at them and they slide open easily, unlocked, but he can't bring himself to question it nor care too much in his heat-deduced state.

As he sits back against one of the doors, a gust of wind blows over him, making him moan out in relief. Just like that, he orgasms again, silently and with his hips twitching up and off the floor, his head thrown back and teeth ground together. "Fuck," he whimpers, glancing down at his poor cock, drenched in slick and spunk.

It takes him several minutes to regain control over his breathing and shaking, coming down to soft pants and slight tremors when he registers it — a sharpness in the air that could belong to nothing other than an alpha. An able-bodied, rugged alpha to fuck him stupid, stuff him up with his seeds and relieve him.

"Alpha. Alpha, alpha, alpha..."

He whimpers as he gets back onto his hands and knees and crawls out as fast as his worn limbs could possibly allow him to. Sniffing the air for that tangy alpha scent, he makes his way towards the corridor leading him towards a daytime light. The wooden floorboards are unforgiving under his knees, but he can't stop now. He can't stop, not until he finds the alpha and fucks himself numb on his cock.

It doesn't take long to find him. Jimin can't see his face from where he's standing with his back turned, but he is tall and broad and strong — so alpha. A lone guard, standing by the gates that lead into the secluded Heat House for the omega prince.

His essence is so much closer now, though still not enough for Jimin to be able to properly place a particular aroma on it. Still, his cock flexes and spasms from where it dangles heavy and pitiful between his legs, coming again so unexpectedly that Jimin screams and falls forward onto his forearms. His eyes sting with the ferocity of his orgasm, clenching shut and filling his vision with hues of grey and white. When he reopens them, he can see the guard from where he's standing some miles away turn his head only every so slightly, before shaking it and focusing on staring straight ahead. Jimin sobs at that, wanting the alpha to lose control, to run over and cram him full, clog him up.

"Alpha," he tries to call out, but his voice is hoarse and nothing more than a scratch against his overused and yet unused oesophagus. A sob bubbles up, and he finds himself back on his hands and knees, crawling through dirt to get to his source of relief. "Alpha, alpha, alpha."

Somehow, the alpha doesn't notice him nor smell him until he's merely a foot, two at a push, away from him. The man startles, whipping his head around. Only then does Jimin see the mask — though more like a thick towel — wrapped around both his mouth and nose, leaving nothing but his eyes on show. His big, dark eyes that Jimin wants to see staring down at him with all the hunger in the world.

"Y-your Highness," he gasps, taking several steps backwards until his back makes loud contact with the metal gates. "N-no... no no no, y-you can't be — h-how?" He stutters and stumbles, putting a hand out as if to keep Jimin away. Jimin whines at that, at the space being created between them when he went through so much to get this close.

"Alpha," he whimpers, voice full of enchantment and adulation — like the alpha was his highness, his prince to worship and obey. "Oh, alpha."

"Your highness... please, stay here, I-I'll see if I can get an omega nurse to... t-to assist you back to your room. Please, don't come closer."

But Jimin was already at his feet, on his knees before him like a beggar, like a whore. Naked and leaking and wanting. So up close, Jimin could finally place a fragrance on the alpha's pheromones. Nutmeg, peppermint, campfire, rosewood; so sharp and so warm all at once, so all-encompassing.

"Help me," he manages to bleat, voice unsteady and barely anything more than a desperate whisper. "Alpha — f-fuck me," he carries on despite the obvious rejection by the latter as he squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away. Jimin only becomes more desperate at that, clinging onto his leg and rubbing his face into him, wanting his scent all over him until he was reeking of another alpha. Like he belongs to one.

In the process, his cockhead makes contact with the leather of the alpha's boot, making him gasp and shake. More slick dribbles out of him, down onto the guard's boots. Jimin watches it do so, whining at the thought of an alpha smelling like him. Being his.

The alpha moans for the first time, either from Jimin drooling all over him or from the strength of his scent as if finally made its way past the thick mask wrapped around his face. There was no use, he could feel himself breaking. Jimin — the omega prince — was at his feet, begging for him like a good-for-nothing royal slut would. Like Jungkook was his superior, his king. He's covered in slick, some dry against his cotton-soft skin and some still rolling down in fat globs, his cheeks flaming red and his hair sticking up wildly like he'd been fucked seventy ways from heaven. He's drooling uncontrollably, lips blood red and bitten raw and bruised up from his own teeth, plump and waiting for cock. His eyes are barely open, and yet he still manages to look up at Jungkook like he was his saviour, everything he could ever want, need. He's so small, Jungkook's mind provides, like he could be thrown around and fucked dumb without protest, like a rag doll. A perfect little fuck toy.

"Please." Still, he tries to resist, to put space between them and stand more erect against the gates pushing into his back.

"Alpha," the prince whines, burying his face further into Jungkook's thigh, hands clawing down the back. He nuzzles his face in, breathing in deeply through his nostrils. "Please — please h-help me. You gotta help — p-please," he snivels, two fat tears trickling down from the outer-corner of either eye.

Somewhere amidst the lust and terror Jungkook's feeling, he also feels pity. Ruts were hard, even with help. The poor omega prince is left alone throughout the entirety of his heats, made to bare it all by himself. With that in mind, he gives in and tentatively reaches a hand down to stroke through the prince's soft, albeit sweaty, hair.

"Prince," he murmurs, voice muffled with the mask wrapped around his mouth. "You... fuck, you smell good," he moans, cock twitching in his pants at the way Jimin stares up at him with wet eyes. He's so pretty when he cries, when he begs and looks up through his lashes like nothing but a cocksucker.

"Alpha... w-want you..."

"Yeah, baby?" Jungkook groans, pulling Jimin back up by the hair when his vision starts to pan down. His alpha instincts to be rough are too powerful for him to ignore at this point, and he's only a little scared of the prince snapping at him for not regarding him with respect and for inflicting pain on him. However, he's aware of how deep Jimin is in his headspace. And, as expected, all he responds with is a moan. A long, pitched moan. Jungkook positively shakes in realisation. "F-fuck — did you just come?"

Jimin whines in embarrassment, a steady stream of tears falling from his eyes at the overwhelmingness of the entire situation. "Please... don't make me w-wait anymore, alpha."

A groan, and before Jimin is able to even process the situation, he's being pulled up and thrown over the guard's shoulder like he's nothing more than a doll. Gasping in belated realisation, he claws down Jungkook's shirt and trembles in excitement.

"Fuckin' — you're gonna get me in so much shit, little omega. Fuck, look at you, leakin' down to your fuckin' ankles," Jungkook breathes against Jimin's bare thighs, towel yanked off from around his face and eyes rolling back into his head at the scent that fills his nose — so sugary, dizzyingly sweet.

"So much! S-so much slick, alpha. Want y-you to use it all up," Jimin rushes to agree, head and arms bopping in time with Jungkook's steps from where they dangle pointlessly behind Jungkook's back. "Alpha — oh alpha, th-thank you so much, alpha. Thank you, thank you, th-thank you," he moans, weakly grabbing at Jungkook's shirt and trying to bury his face in it.

"Shh, baby. Stay quiet for me for a bit yeah? I'll take such good care of you. Fuck you so good. Fill you to the brim," Jungkook promises, turning his head to the side and letting his nose dip into one of the many trails of slick running down Jimin's chunky thighs. He inhales deeply, salivating at the scent and the thought — the desperation to feel the thick liquid coating his tongue, running down his oesophagus. He wants to bathe in the omega's slick, swim in it, drink it down, drown in it.

"Y-yes, alpha," Jimin replies in a breathy voice, biting down harsh on his sore bottom lip to do as he's told and clenching his eyes shut. The alpha's shoulders are so broad, Jimin realises. Will he lift Jimin up onto them with his tongue up his ass as he eats him out standing up?

It feels like hours, years, when Jimin's finally back in his room. The sight of it alone has Jimin whimpering, afraid the alpha will leave him as soon as he lowers him down onto his reeking, semen and slick soiled bed. The thought has Jimin clutching tighter onto him, sliding down his front a little so he can wrap his thighs around his middle and his arms around his neck.

"Stay, p-please. Please — don't go. Stay a-an' fuck me, alpha. Breed me. Fuck me however you want, all you want. Please — I-I'll be so good for you. I'll stay still, let y-you fuck me like some stupid, worthless whore. Oh, god, please y-you can't leave me — you can't!" Jimin breaks off into a whine by the last couple of words, humping his cock against the guard's front like a bitch. When the alpha doesn't respond, Jimin makes a dismal little noise, afraid that he's already scared him off.

"Jimin," the alpha growls. The mere lack of formality has Jimin holding his breath and willing his cock not to bust right then and there, all over the alpha. "I can't — you gotta swear to me you want this," Jungkook rasps, fingers aching to just reach down and stuff the omega full, but he keeps them stubbornly beneath both of Jimin's thighs.

"Oh — alpha," Jimin moans, drooling all over the juncture between the guard's neck and shoulder. "W-want this so bad, y-you don' even know. I want it mo-more than anything — I've only had it once before," Jimin sobs, wanting to get this out the way and get the alpha's cock in his mouth, down his throat, up his ass.

Jungkook almost bares his teeth, the thought of some other unworthy alpha being blessed with all this making the fingers around Jimin's thighs tighten. "Oh yeah?" He asks, prying for more information. "Who?"

Jimin whines, so over the talking business, but replies nonetheless. "A-a pretty omega handmaiden walked in on me once. Sh-she — ah — fingered me open. Oh, fuck, alpha — she l-lemme call her alpha and fucked me loose on h-her tongue until I came again and again and again. W-was so good — but I-I wanted cock so bad. Always want cock, alpha. Want yours — n-need yours," he gasps and stutters, the memory of the pretty omega's tongue in his ass making him leak even more slick, feels it dribble down all over the alpha's boots again, rutting up twice before throwing his head back and coming silently and unsatisfactorily yet again.

"We got a name for bitches like you," Jungkook murmurs after a few long seconds of just staring at Jimin's post-orgasm state, lips parted and tears pooling in his eyes. God, he's gorgeous — so unbelievably beautiful. Devastatingly pretty. Jungkook begins slowly moving further towards the bed as he speaks, finally letting his fingers move upwards to pull Jimin's slippery ass cheeks apart, slick hitting the wooden floorboards beneath his feet with loud, wet splashes. "We call cock-hungry little whores like you cocksluts, baby. Is that right? Are you a cockslut, your highness?" Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ear, not giving him a chance to reply as he throws him down onto the bed, into his own mess of slick and spunk.

The little omega prince shakes from where he's lying on the bed. His hands grip the bedsheets tight, anchoring himself, and his eyes shine with something Jungkook can't quite label — just something so hungry, starving. His legs are open wide and bent at the knees, leaving nothing to the imagination, and his hole — his pretty, tight little hole — just leaks slick like he bleeds the stuff, clenching and unclenching wet and loud.

"God — you're a fucking mess. A royal fuckin' whore, that's what you are," the alpha grunts, shrugging and shimmying and stepping out of his clothes as fast as he can without taking his eyes away from the sight before him for no longer than two seconds. "Who would've thought, huh?" He laughs despite the way his cock, heavy and hard, leaks insane amounts of pre-cum between his legs. "The pretty, babyfaced prince reduced to nothing but this — a slut whose only purpose is to be bred, to keep an alpha's cock warm," he spits, delirious in every possible way. "That's what you are, aren't you? Just a cockwarmer — a little bitch, a hole to fuck-"

Jungkook's cut off mid speech, just as he was about to lean in and bruise Jimin's lips up with his own teeth, by the omega's sharp cry, his small hands flying up to scratch down Jungkook's arms as he comes loud and hard. Jungkook looks down, watches his pretty little cock twitch and throb. The alpha curses — his own cock twitching twice in a row at the sight — at how Jimin came untouched yet again, so easily. Just from a few nasty, mean, degrading words spat into his face.

"Inside me... pl-please, get inside me," Jimin whimpers, nails digging into Jungkook's forearm where he hangs onto him for dear life. "Alpha, please!"

"Baby, call me Jungkook," Jungkook murmurs, lifting a hand up to stroke his knuckles against Jimin's soft, feverish skin. He watches, bewitched, as Jimin leans in to the touch, presses his nose against his hand and inhales deep and long. He watches as Jimin reaches down with both hands to grip onto his one hand, lowering it enough to be able to suckle his middle, ring and little finger into his warm mouth. His breath hitches as Jimin takes them in deeper and deeper and deeper, choking on it and hollowing his cheeks to get them even further in. "Oh, fuck."

Jungkook groans as he pulls his fingers out and wraps them around Jimin's neck, not tight enough to choke but tight enough to have him lightheaded, to have him gasp and part his lips and flutter his pretty eyes shut. He leans in, sucks the prince's bottom lip into his mouth and bites down onto it. It's thick and plump in his mouth, between his lips, like it's ready burst. Jungkook bites down onto it with a growl, feeling the flesh give beneath his teeth and only stopping when Jimin sobs.

"You close?" Jungkook squints his eyes down at him, voice gravelly. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, embarrassed, and nods. Jungkook laughs breathlessly, winded in disbelief, eyes wide as he shakes his head at him. "Unbelievable."

Curious, Jungkook stares down at the omega's unfocused eyes and lets his hands travel down to pinch harshly at both of his nipples — swollen, hard and dusty brown — and pulls. Jimin's breath hitches, eyes widening and legs spreading that much wider before he cries out and arches his back, lifting his middle off the bed and coming all over himself.

"Shit, baby. You really are a special little omega, huh?" Jungkook grumbles, reaching down to hold his own aching length in his hand and squeezing to keep himself in check.

"I-in me — please, Jungkook, alpha," Jimin whines, squirming on his back a little before reaching a hand down between his legs. Jungkook watches, transfixed, as Jimin easily shoves four fingers up himself with a loud squelch, a content little moan falling from his swollen parted lips. "Alpha... please."

Jungkook doesn't waste another second, not even bothering to pull Jimin's fingers out of himself as he adds two of his own. There's so much fucking slick, inside him and outside him, warm and wet and fragrant. Jungkook's seen omegas in heat, fucked some through it, and he knows they produce a lot of that shit — but never this much. "You really were made to be bred, huh?" He rasps, leaning in to suckle at Jimin's jaw, biting his words into his skin. "You're no fuckin' prince — you're jus' a toy, y'know that? Look at you. Bet you'd lemme fuck you brainless and still beg for more."

Jimin doesn't respond, just stares dazedly up at Jungkook, lips parted and his tongue hanging out just slightly, waiting for Jungkook to take it in his mouth. He does, leans in and sucks it into his own mouth, circles his own tongue around it, tastes Jimin's breathy moans.

He leans back several minutes later, lifts his free hand up to wipe spit off his chin, and stares at the single string of saliva connecting their lips and groans. He can't help it — he leans back down and sucks Jimin's plump nether lip back into his mouth, sucks hard at it until Jimin gasps and whines. When he pulls back this time round, there's no string of saliva to distract him.

He forces himself to focus on the six fingers up Jimin's ass now, all half a dozen of them unmoving, resting warm and cosy inside Jimin. Periodically, the prince clenches down and wrings more gobs of slick from himself, and Jungkook can feel a puddle forming in the palm of his hand without even looking. Breathing in deeply, he forces his fingers in deeper and angles them upwards, ignoring Jimin's pained and pleasured cry of his name for the sake of not coming all over the omega before he's even inside him.

"Try not to come, baby. Hold it in for me," Jungkook grins, catching an eyeful of Jimin's cock throbbing and leaking from where it lays uselessly against his pubic bone. It's so small, barely reaches his abdomen, but it's all pink and pretty — like the rest of Jimin. "Your stupid little omega cock. Has anyone ever sucked your cock, baby? Course they haven't — who wants to suck that useless little thing?" Jungkook sneers, veins in his arms bulging with the force he's using to curl his fingers into the omega. Jimin's whimpering, clenching the bedsheets between his free hand and trying to pull it up to hide his face behind. "Aw, baby," Jungkook coos condescendingly, "shall I suck your cock? Hm? D'you want me to put it in my mouth and get it all wet? Let you come into my mouth?" He teases, leaning in to breathe over it, smiling when it twitches up violently towards his lips. Jimin peers down at him, gasping and pressing his lips together. "Answer me, bitch."

"Yes! C-can you please suck my cock, a-alpha?" He lisps, bringing a balled up fist to his lips. He's heaving, panting and sweating. A wreck.

Jungkook laughs. "You think I'd put that in my mouth? Look at it, Jimin; it's fucking dirty. You weren't made to have your dick sucked, you were made to suck dick," he hisses, twisting his fingers and laughing when Jimin's hips twitch off the bed and he comes with a tired, weak moan. When he comes back down, his eyes are barely open and Jungkook slips his fingers out of him, groaning at the slick that coats them. "Open wide," he jeers, shoving himself up and draping himself over Jimin's petite body. He stares down at Jimin as he opens his mouth wide, pretty lips stretched out, before shoving his middle and ring finger into him, massaging the sticky substance onto his tongue.

It takes about ten seconds before he decides he wants his cock shoved down Jimin's mouth instead of his fingers. He retracts them slowly, rubbing them on the prince's cheek and paying his shaking no mind. Grunting, he sits up on his knees and crawls up, knees bracketing Jimin's shoulders and effectively immobilising Jimin's arms. "Good boy," he mumbles, smiling down softly at the omega's dazed but ever needy gaze. His cock hangs directly above Jimin's lips, and Jimin licks his lips at the sight — licking up the trail of pre-cum that was trickling down in the process and moaning at the taste. "Say ah."

Jimin obediently does so, quivering in anticipation, but Jungkook's much too patient. He grabs a hold of his cock by the base, slipping just the tip into Jimin's open mouth a handful of times before retracting it all together. Jimin whines and sticks his tongue out, tears falling hot and fast from the outer-corners of his eyes, so desperate. The alpha only grins though, slapping his cock heavy and hard against the omega's tongue and clamping his knees tighter against him when he begins to squirm.

"Stay still," he growls through gritted teeth, tapping his cock against Jimin's soft cheeks, riling the both of them up.

He gives in seconds later, shuffling an inch closer to Jimin's face and pushing his cock in only halfway. Still, the omega's eyes widen in shock, his throat closing around Jungkook's cockhead and choking. It's so gorgeous that Jungkook just sits and gazes down for some time, weaving his fingers through Jimin's pretty hair with one hand and using the other hand to thumb at the bulge from his cock in one of his cheeks. "Pretty," he smiles. Jimin momentarily stops spluttering around him, staring back up at Jungkook with his red-rimmed eyes, the tears pooling in them looking like a lake of liquid stars. "Pretty baby omega," he murmurs, licking his own lips at the sight of Jimin's full upper lip wrapped snug around his thick cock.

He snaps out of it when the prince swallows, squeezes his cockhead and runs his tongue along the angry, pulsing veins on the underside of his dick. With a groan, he's holding on tight to Jimin's hair with both hands to keep him stationary and then forcefully fucks the rest of himself right into Jimin's awaiting mouth. He shudders, watching as Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and thrashes around beneath him — almost forgetting to advise Jimin to let him know if he wants him to stop at the eroticism of it all.

He's about to pull out to do so, sliding only an inch or two out when Jimin whines, distressed eyes searching for his and cheeks hollowing and clamping down on his cock. "Baby," he grunts, "i-if you wan' me to stop, scratch my thighs yeah?" He pants, sweat dripping down the side of his face and using all the power within him to stop himself from just fucking Jimin's throat raw and senseless. Jimin jerks his head once or twice, nodding before opening his mouth wider as invitation for Jungkook to make himself at home.

Jungkook grins, flashing his teeth, before sitting up just slightly and fucking his cock in fully. His head tips back at the heavy choking noises Jimin makes when his cock presses down into his throat, pulling back halfway and stopping for only a few seconds and then repeating. It's downright heavenly — fucking in and out of the prince's throat, hearing and feeling the way he whines and moans and splutters all over him, his cock coming out slicker and slicker after each and every inwards fuck.

"You could come like this, couldn't you?" Jungkook asks, voice shaky. He's staring up at the ceiling, too afraid he'll blow his load far too quick at the sight of Jimin's face being used like a whore's. "You probably already have, haven't you? Fuckin' hell — what am I saying, of course you have," he hisses, risks a glance downwards and almost whines — the lewd sight of Jimin's red, tear and sweat sticky face and red sore-looking top lip tightened around his prick all far too erotic for him. He pushes in fully and then stops there, tipping his head beck once again and squeezing his eyes shut. Jimin's gagging hard around him but still stubbornly gripping onto the bedsheets with both hands. "Cock-hungry fuckin' slut."

No matter how hard he tries to prolong this, he can feel his balls tightening with the need to bust. Wanting to make the most of it, Jungkook allows himself to look down and then picks up the pace, fucking hard and fast into Jimin's poor throat, moaning out long and loud at everything — from the way his balls slap against Jimin's chin to the way he's squirming and keening and sobbing.

"G-gonna come in your filthy mouth, omega," he gasps, fingers tightening in Jimin's hair before he finally lets go, rests his cock halfway in Jimin's mouth and spills onto his tongue. He pulls out just in time to shuffle back and squeeze the prince's cheeks between a finger and a thumb to get an eyeful of his spunk glistening inside his mouth, sliding down to his throat where he chokes and swallows it all down.

"Please..." Jimin huffs, forcing his heavy eyes open, clenching and relaxing his hole, sticky noises resounding beneath Jungkook's heavy breathing. Jungkook nods, taking pity and leaning in to kiss the prince wetly on his lips for a moment before clambering off him. He situates himself between his open legs, cock already throbbing again at the sight of endless streams of slick pouring from the omega's asshole. It's stretched loose, pink and ready to take anything and everything.

Moaning, Jungkook leans down to throw Jimin's thighs over his shoulders, face almost pressed flushed against his balls where he inhales deeply. The scent has him lightheaded, his fingernails digging into Jimin's thighs harder for a millisecond.

"A-ah — alpha..."

Jungkook buries his face between the omega's ass cheeks and nuzzles, filthy noises making him groan as the slick clings to his face. Jimin whimpers, arching his back off the bed and then squealing when Jungkook lewdly slurps up his slick from his perineum.

"Fuck, baby," Jungkook groans right against his hole, has Jimin whimpering and blabbering for him incoherently before he finally darts his tongue out, licking eagerly right around Jimin's wet, clenching rim. He can't help but moan out himself at the taste, all thick and sweet — so distinctively Jimin — on his tongue.

"J-Jungkook!" Jimin whines, trying to rut down on Jungkook's face. The alpha lets him, flicking his tongue right against the entrance until Jimin unclenches and gives under his tongue and lets him lick right into him.

It's a mess of slick and spit, and Jungkook's sure Jimin's already came, but he doesn't relent. He fucks his tongue fast and hard into the omega, swirls his tongue in him, leans back to kiss around the rim wet and loud. When the cramping in his back becomes too painful from the way he's hunched, he sits up higher on his knees and pulls Jimin's hips up with him.

"Lets see how flexible you are," he smiles down hungrily at Jimin's fucked out expression. Then, he's pushing at the backs of Jimin's thighs with both hands while simultaneously spreading them out. Jimin gasps and whimpers, eyes widening as Jungkook keeps pushing and pushing and pushing — until his hips and lower back and mid back all hover above the mattress, his entire weight resting on just his shoulders. Instantly, slick runs down from his hole to his crack, making him mewl in embarrassment. "Look at that," Jungkook says with gusto, licking his slick coated lips. "Look," he says, nodding down at the prince's dick with a smirk. "Your pretty little prick's hanging over your pretty little face, baby. Do me a favour, yeah, and open your mouth next time you come."

With that, he's leaning back in to tongue down Jimin's hole, bobbing his head to drill it in and out of the omega until he's shaking and drooling all over himself. Jungkook watches him intently throughout it all, holds eye contact when he buries his tongue right into him and flicks it, searching for his prostate with vigour. It's clear he's found it when Jimin tenses up, wraps his legs around the back of Jungkook's head and presses his face in closer, mushing his nose right against his perineum.

"J-Ju... alpha!" He screams, eyes rolling back into his head. Jungkook watches his cock pulsate, squinting his eyes down at him and hoping Jimin gets the message as he sucks on his rim.

Intentional or not, Jimin does drop his mouth open, eyes clenched shut as he ejaculates all over his own face and in his mouth. Jungkook groans against him, paying no heed to the aching in his tongue and jaw in favour of eating Jimin through his orgasm and through the aftershocks of it too.

"Alpha," Jimin sobs, finally loosening his fists in the bedsheets and reaching out for him. Jungkook pulls away, holding the omega up for a few more seconds to watch slick and saliva trail out and down his ass, hissing through clenched teeth.

"Good boy. Took it all so well — such a good little omega bitch," Jungkook whispers, finally letting Jimin's legs down and crawling up to him. There's come all over his face, and Jungkook only now registers how hard he's gotten when he feels his dick twitch against the prince's abdomen.

"F-fuck me," Jimin lisps, voice slow and tired. He's practically on the verge of passing out, and yet still begging for cock.

"Okay, baby. Turn over for me," Jungkook smirks, running his rough hands up and down the omega's soft sides. He watches patiently as Jimin takes his time registering the words and then some more time putting the words into action. He mewls as he gently flops himself over, lying down with his legs spread as wide as he can get them with one of them bent at the knees. Jungkook doesn't think before he spreads his ass cheeks open and loudly sucks up the slick gushing from the prince's asshole, Jimin biting pained yet happy moans into his filthy bedsheets.

When he has a good mouthful of the liquid, Jungkook sits back slightly to let it all dribble out from his mouth, down Jimin's crack and between his ass cheeks, where he squeezes them together and slaps them both thrice in turn. Jimin twitches violently at each smack, his breath hitching and his leg jolting from the pain.

"God, your fuckin' ass," the alpha spits, leaning down to bite into the swell of one of them. "Gotta have you sit on my face later, yeah? Ride your greedy cunt out all over my tongue."

The next time Jungkook parts Jimin's ass, it's to rub his cockhead over his gaping rim. Both of his hands stay pushing the omega's ass cheeks open, resting the entirety of his weight on them and trapping Jimin's cock between his own body and the bedsheets. When he fucks into him, it rubs against the soiled sheets and has him coming by the first thrust. Jungkook laughs at him, tells him he belongs in a whore house and not a palace, and has him coming once more when his thick alpha cockhead presses snug against his prostate — right before he blacks out.

He's forced awake by the feel of something sweet pressing into his mouth some time later. He tries to groan, but it comes out as a broken whine instead.

"Baby, open up. You gotta eat," comes Jungkook's voice, gravelly and hoarse and almost as broken as Jimin's. "C'mon. The handmaidens brought you some food while you slept."

Jimin's eyes shoot open at that, ignoring the pain flaring up his lower back and forcing himself to sit up. Jungkook's quick to push down at him with a hand on his shoulder, however, firm but not overly forceful.

"Relax. Open your mouth," he whispers, nudging some more food that Jimin's too tired to bother placing a taste or a texture or a scent on. Reluctant, he opens his mouth just enough for Jungkook to be able to slip the food onto his tongue, swallowing after only a few tired chews.

"Did they see you?" He murmurs, wincing at the painful scratchiness of his own voice.

"Nah, don't think so. They had their masks on and kept their eyes down the entire time. It's okay, don't worry," the alpha reassures him, smiling down from where he's propped up on one of his arms. Jimin's breath catches in his throat, only now properly realising how pretty he is. Promptly, his cock twitches and some slick dribbles out of him, and he moans in arousal and agitation at the reminder of his ongoing heat.

"Jungkook..." he whinges, kicking the blanket off his feverish body and quickly reaching down to push three fingers up his ass. He sighs out when he does, not content but still comforted by the weight in his hole.

"Fuck... yeah, okay. Want me to fuck you again?" Jungkook asks, crawling back between Jimin's spread legs. Jimin nods with a whimper, sliding his fingers out and sluggishly cupping the backs of his knees to hold himself open. Jungkook groans. "You're so fucking loose, holy fuck. Could probably fit my whole fist up there..." he trails off, looking at Jimin with a quirked brow. Jimin shivers, biting down on his abused lip and nodding shakily.

Three of Jungkook's fingers slip right into him, where he fucks him with it long and slow. Jimin comes twice just from that alone. The fourth finger also slides in easy, met with no exertion from Jimin's rim. Jungkook lets the four of them just sit there for a while, leaning down to shove his tongue into Jimin's open mouth as he waits. Halfway through the kiss, he spreads the four fingers out inside Jimin, stretching him even looser.

"When I'm done with you, you're gonna be even hungrier for cock — all the fuckin' time. Gonna have your pretty cunt so wide open you'll have to stuff it full day an' night to keep it from makin' you a mess of slick."

Jungkook carefully pushes in his thumb, softly kissing down the side of Jimin's face as the prince moans with his lips pressed together. Despite his words, Jungkook is gentle and patient, pecking Jimin's lips every few seconds.

"Fuck... shit, you're so hot," he moans, curls his free hand around his cock and strokes slowly. Jimin whines, voice pitched with a breathy lilt, when Jungkook curls his hand into a fist, feeling everything so vividly inside him.

"Go... m-move," he mewls, trying to fuck himself down on the hand up his ass.

His rim is tight around Jungkook's wrist, but the slick makes it so easy to just slide a whole arm up and then down. It hurts, the stretch, but Jimin takes it and welcomes it and begs for it.

"Shit," Jungkook curses, beads of perspiration rolling down the length of his spine and making him shudder wildly. Jimin takes it all so well, his asshole warm and cosy and damp around Jungkook's hand. The lewd squelching of his slick only makes it that much hotter, despite almost being drowned out by the way Jimin's sobbing and begging for More, more, more.

It gets to the point where he's fucking himself down on it all on his own, Jungkook's fist unmoving inside him as he sinks up and down on it, slow and yet fast as his boneless state allows him to.

"Easy, baby. Don't hurt yourself."

"'M not — alpha!" He cuts himself off with a pule, hips stopping mid fuck as he ejaculates all the way up to his nipples. For the first time since his heat hit him, his cock softens after he comes. "Alpha. A-alpha — fuck me. Come in me. Breed me, o-oh, please-"

"Baby," Jungkook coos, letting go of his cock in favour of reaching up and holding Jimin's face in his hand. When he looks down at Jimin's cock, it's already hard again. "You're gonna hurt yourself. Steady on, yeah? I got you."

Jimin cries, not really sure for what or for why this time, but he does and Jungkook lets him as he eases his hand out of Jimin with a moan. Jungkook comes himself, everything just too much for him, and he's groaning and heaving as his semen paints the side of Jimin's thigh — who promptly cries out at the warmth of an alpha's jizz on his skin. Jungkook shushes him when he leans down and kisses Jimin's slack lips, massages his left nipple under his slick-drenched index and middle finger. The prince stops crying at that, pushing his chest up in search for more pressure, more alpha, more Jungkook.

Before Jungkook fucks him this time, he lies back and hauls Jimin over him, smiling softly at Jimin's tired and quizzical expression. Jimin only catches on when Jungkook pulls his hips over to his face, the prince's breath hitching in realising. He climbs over the alpha's face with a lewd moan, sitting down and staring down at Jungkook's twinkling eyes and only breaking eye contact when Jungkook sheathes him on his tongue, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he lolls his head back.

The alpha eats him out through so many orgasms, he loses count after a while — lets him bounce on his tongue, lets him swivel his hips down and around on him, pulls him down and sucks at his rim so hard Jimin feels like he's trying to pull the very soul from him.

It only stops when Jimin begs, his rim sore and his face blotchy and wet with tears, chest heaving from his sobbing. Jungkook's panting too, equally red-faced and his face just as wet, though purely from slick and saliva and maybe some of Jimin's release.

"Sit on my cock, your highness," he growls, kissing Jimin's perineum one last time before letting go of his hips and giving him space to move.

Jimin's bones feel like liquid, his legs jelly as he sits himself down on Jungkook's cock with a scream. His insides hurt, his cock hurts, his lips hurt, his limbs are sore, he feels dirty — literally and metaphorically — yet he still bounces on Jungkook's cock shakily and desperately, wanting alpha come in him.

"H-have you... alpha... d-did you..."

"Shh, baby, c'mere," Jungkook gasps, pushing himself up so he's sitting more erect, pulling Jimin towards him by the armpit. He's tired too, but still hard and eager and he thinks maybe a little tiny bit in love. "I'll do the work. Lemme take care of you, baby," he tries to reassure, kissing Jimin's sweaty hair once before pumping his cock in and out of the smaller man.

"Alpha. P-please — did y-you... did you b-breed me? Oh, please, c-come in me-"

"No baby. I can't, sweetheart. Can't — 'm not your mate," he tries to explain, smoothing a hand down Jimin's spine. Jimin only sobs, heavy cries wracking his whole body. Jungkook's chest hurts at the sight and the sounds.

"Why? W-why not? Y-you said — you s-said I'm m-made to-"

"Baby, stop that. Stay still," Jungkook whines, worried with the way Jimin's putting what little energy he has left into crying. Jimin doesn't listen to him, and Jungkook quickly wraps a hand around his cock, pushing into the prince and fucking his hand down his cock in sync.

Still whining for the alpha's come, Jungkook milks orgasm after orgasm out of him, hand not resting around his cock even when he's flaccid right up until the prince lies unconscious in his arm. With a soft groan, Jungkook pulls the omega off him and lays him down on the bed.

"Jimin... oh, shit," he pants as he jerks at his own cock hard and fast, shuffling over to Jimin's face and coming all over him. Jungkook barely has time to appreciate the sight before him one last time before exhaustion takes over and knocks him out beside the snivelling but sated omega.

When Jimin reawakens this time, it's an omega handmaiden — face covered by a thick mask and eyes downcast — requesting he climbs into the litter.

In his post-heat state, Jimin is unable to recall most things, but his eyes still desperately search for Jungkook. He panics, wondering if he got out in time, or if he smells too strongly of an alpha even through the masks the handmaidens are wearing, or if the cleaners will be able to detect the presence of an alpha while he's on his 48 hour post-heat cleansing ritual.

However, he's only able to worry and panic for a good five minutes, before exhaustion pulls him back into darkness.

If the handmaidens and cleaners were able to detect any trace of an alpha, they don't say a thing; for Jungkook is waiting for him in his heat room by his next impromptu heat, merely six weeks later.

Notes:

GUUUAAAAARD!!!!!!

btw, for visual reference, the pretty omega handmaiden who ate the soul out of jimin's ass was jennie from bp :')

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