All Bark No Bite • Chapter 1 • 10.2K (Patreon)

hey hey, I posted this on twitter years ago but never on any other platform, I do have another 10K of this in the drafts so I thought it would be fun to cross post this chapter here just to refresh your memory 💕 I still have to finish the third chapter but that will be for a “Finish Friday” ! And in case you don’t have twitter and you’ve missed this, I hope you enjoy sex addict alpha jk being miserably attracted to alpha jm

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Being a sex addict is not really great fun. It makes Jungkook agitated and annoyed. Sex doesn’t give him any pleasure, just release.

He feels sick to his stomach every time he calls in a nameless omega to open her legs for him. He knows they’re willing to, he knows his company makes sure it’s all consensual, but it doesn’t change the fact that he uses them.

All omegas are thrilled to let him take everything, they’re pliant for him, properly blindfolded and gagged as they come in.

Every time it takes longer than the last to reach his climax. It’s never enough. Countless and countless sweet scents, slick over his desk messing up his papers, condoms in the bin. It’s never enough.

An omega lies on her back on his desk, gagged and blindfolded, smelling sweet like most omegas as he thrusts into her. He has been at it for a good 20 minutes, and he‘s still rock hard, sweating, and pissed off.

“Can I go a little harder?”

He rasps, knowing the omega would never deny him a thing. She nods, a moan drawing from her lips around the gag ball. Jungkook grabs her hips tightly as he picks up the pace, his black hair sticking to his forehead as he closes his eyes to imagine anything to get him going.

He opens up the secret folders in his mind, hoping that it will do the trick, but it doesn’t seem to help. Heat has been pooling in his gut but sweet release won’t come and he groans in frustration, growls as he puts his nails into her soft skin.

“Sorry.”

He grits between his teeth as he tries to relax his hands.

Then there’s a knock.

He halts.

Does he have an appointment?

The door opens without his consent, something no one in his company would ever do.

And it is no one of his company, it’s someone he has never seen before.

He doesn’t bother covering himself up, thinking that the man in his doorstep would see and leave immediately, but he doesn’t.

The man is about his age, dirty blonde hair parted at the side, one lock falling prettily over his brow bone. He looks polished, his face like a doll, even from all the way over here Jungkook spots those thick lips.

Maybe it’s the sex addiction, but that mouth looks absolutely ready to take cock.

After seconds, the stranger’s scent intrudes his nose. It smells rich and spicy, smells like things Jungkook sure likes to drink up after work, things he likes to drown himself in. Distinctively alpha, but there is a tenderness to it he hasn’t smelled before, like warm amber.

His mouth waters.

The man closes the door behind him, not making any noise, not clearing his throat, not shocked to have walked in on Jungkook fucking someone on his desk.

“President Jeon, Park Jimin from Park enterprises came by to propose a business deal. Since your schedule was empty I sent him up, he should be there any minute.”

Jungkook hears through the intercom on his desk. He resists the urge to snort at the timing. Hoseok should know about the omega in his room, but maybe because it usually is a 10-minute job, he had thought she already left.

Unfortunate events.

Park Jimin, as Hoseok informed, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move. He just stands there in front of the closed door, watching him with a stoic expression.

Jungkook looks at the way Jimin’s suit hugs around his waist, accentuates his body, and he wonders what has come over him to be checking out another man, another alpha male for that matter. He really is going crazy. Sex addiction has finally taken the better of him.

Jimin’s scent isn’t really doing anything to calm him down either, it fills up the room quite quickly, and it is asserting dominance in a way that Jungkook would usually dislike, but right now it turns him on, and that scares him.

He sniffs, quite unapologetically, breathing in more of the Alpha’s scent, and has to conclude to himself that it’s definitely turning him on.

Jungkook involuntarily purrs to the scent. His hips snap forward once, uncontrollable thirst making him lose composure. He wants to come so bad it’s hurting. It always hurts so much to want, want, and never stop wanting.

A shiver runs down his spine as he sees how Jimin’s eyes never waver, fixated on him. He wants Jimin to keep looking at him like that while he fucks the omega on his desk.

He knows he shouldn’t, though, he should absolutely not be turned on because of a man, because of an alpha, because of someone he never even met before.

Jimin’s eyes look very hooded, as he scans him up and down, not giving away much of what he’s thinking.

Jungkook should apologise immediately, should send the omega away, and beg Park Jimin on his knees to never publicly humiliate him.

He should. But he doesn’t.

He thrusts his hips forward, slowly, as he watches Jimin’s reaction.

Nothing in his expression changes but his scent spikes, and Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s arousal or a warning, he can’t really tell, but the scent is strong and makes his eyes go glassy.

Jimin smells really fucking good.

It’s nigh impossible to be attracted to an alpha’s scent being an alpha, but Jungkook’s mouth is watering at the thought of scenting Jimin.

Fucking impossible.

Jungkook tongues over his canines as he starts fucking the omega again, slowly, building up a pace.

Jimin stares at him, judges him, but doesn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Jungkook feels thrills run down his spine as he pushes up the omega’s legs by her thighs, keeping eye contact with Jimin as he thrusts into her, harder each time.

Jimin doesn’t move at first, he keeps eye contact with him, makes Jungkook see stars. It has been way too long since he felt something other than annoyance and frustration when it comes to sex.

This, this is thrilling. This is hot. It’s different. Jimin is staring right at him as he fucks the omega, and Jungkook can feel beads of sweat on his back as he stares back.

There is part of him that wants to fantasise about fucking Jimin, but he forbids himself and just focuses on the shape of Jimin’s eyes instead. The rich scent makes his cock twitch, and he takes another good whiff of it, swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth.

Then Jimin moves. The static eye contact is still there, but he is now walking towards him in slow strides, and Jungkook doesn’t want to stop thrusting because he can feel his orgasm nearing, but the intimidating air around Jimin makes him halt automatically.

He still doesn’t say anything, just walks closer, until he stops in front of the desk.

Up close he is even prettier. Jungkook keeps his mouth shut as he looks at Jimin’s features. He’s got all that.. high cheekbones, soft cheeks, sharp jawline, hooded monolid eyes, sharp eyebrows, and the fullest lips that Jungkook can hardly look away from.

He wants to fuck Jimin’s mouth really, really bad.

He involuntarily moans when he stares at those lips for a bit too long, and then he finally averts his eyes and starts to thrust into the omega again.

This time, with Jimin standing even closer, the scent makes Jungkook go feral. He feels his mouth water so badly, wanting to lean over the desk and sink his teeth into Jimin’s neck. And he growls possessively to Jimin, although it could be interpreted as him growling over the omega.

Jimin eyes Jungkook with sparked interest now, and he feels ashamed for making that sound to an alpha male.

Jimin steps around the desk now, making Jungkook’s heartbeat pick up. He comes closer and closer, too close, too close behind him. Jungkook feels like some sort of prey, but it turns him on. Jimin keeps watching him while he fucks the omega harder, sends shivers down his spine.

He can’t see Jimin but he can feel his eyes on him, and it makes him groan in satisfaction as he thrusts irregularly into the omega. He’s so, so close.

Images flash in his mind of his cock thrusting into Jimin’s mouth, Jimin on his knees underneath his desk sucking him so good.

He feels the alpha behind him close upon him, and anticipation builds in his gut because he’s about to come and he wants Jimin to do something so bad.

Two soft fingertips press right against his scent gland on the side of his neck and slide down over the length of it.

Jungkook’s eyes widen because it’s the most intimate place to touch someone, something you only share with your closest friends or lover.

Not something you can just casually touch.

Definitely not something a stranger can touch.

Jungkook’s breath hitches and he lets out a broken moan, as Jimin’s index and middle finger slowly slide back up again, carelessly.

It feels so fucking good.

Jungkook bares his neck like an obedient pup, feeling his eyes glaze over with lust as he snaps his hips forward. He’s gonna come.

It’s when Jimin rubs his fingers over his scent gland, hard, that he finally releases. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels his stomach tighten, hot come spluttering out of him as his body trembles.

There is a short moment in which he hopes Jimin claims him.

Jimin only blows softly against his ear, making Jungkook so, so dizzy.

With a few last thrusts, he rides out his orgasm.

And then he’s faced with the fact that he just came because of an alpha male touching his scent gland.

He takes a deep, deep breath as he pulls out, and takes off the condom, tying it and throwing it in his bin, on top of countless other condoms.

“T-thanks.”

He says, not really knowing who he is saying thanks to. The omega leaves quietly, like instructed, and then the door closes. He pulls his trousers back up and zips up properly.

Only then does he turn around to look at the alpha who just made him bare his neck.

Jimin is staring at him, sizing him up, but he doesn’t say anything. Jungkook catches him looking at his neck a few times, and he wonders if he had seen him present it to him. Jimin could have easily claimed him. He feels ashamed to the bone baring his neck to an alpha.

How he had hoped the scent thing was just an in-the-moment type of thing but no, even after his orgasm Jimin smells fucking delicious.

“Let’s start the meeting.”

Jimin doesn’t seem to want to talk about it, just walks straight to the comfortable couch and waits for Jungkook to join.

———————

All Jungkook can think about is Jimin. Only Jimin. Ever since that day where Jimin touched his scent gland as if he owned him, he’s gone completely insane.

Fucking omegas doesn’t make him climax anymore unless he thinks about Jimin, but he doesn’t want to think about Jimin.

Jimin had talked business with him, strictly business, right after he blew against his ear and rubbed his fingers over his scent gland. The conversation was just, business, deals, profit, gains. Nothing could ever indicate that Jungkook had come because of the mere touch of Jimin’s hand.

Jimin had talked smooth, very capable and persuasive, and it was a good deal. He should be happy his business is expanding.

But all he can think about is sex. And whenever he has sex all he thinks about is Jimin.

It’s so fucking embarrassing to only be able to come thinking about another alpha.

He doesn’t want to go to another shrink to ask what the fuck is up with him, so he tries to just deal with it.

And by dealing with it, he means finding every way possible for Jimin to come over again so he can deny that Jimin has any power over him.

He needs to know that the last time was just because he was stressed and tired and confused. That it was all just a hoax.

So the second time Jimin walks in on him fucking an omega on his desk, Jungkook thinks he can finally put an end to his weird obsession.

He takes a good deep breath when Jimin enters the room, the scent intruding his nose immediately. The rich spices tingle his nose as he breathes in, heat flares up his body immediately. The light touch of amber at the very end makes his mouth water, dying to taste that sweetness on his tongue.

Oh.

Fuck.

It’s not a fucking hoax.

Jungkook’s eyes snap open, watching the older alpha at the other end of the room. Jimin raises an eyebrow at him, but like last time, he doesn’t seem uncomfortable at all.

His eyes travel involuntarily over Jimin’s figure, seeing the suit hug his body in all the right places and he’s faced with the fact: he’s got a thing for an alpha. He is positively infatuated with an alpha.

Accidentally his mind slips, and he imagines the omega he’s fucking to be Jimin, unlike last time where he completely forbade himself such a thought.

He wants to feel Jimin’s body underneath his fingers, wants to hold his thighs up as he thrusts into him, wants to fuck his pretty mouth, wants to taste Jimin’s come on his tongue.

He wants to knot Jimin.

A moan slips from his lips as he watches Jimin, as he undresses him in his mind and eats him right up. He is turned on beyond measure, he wants to have Jimin all to himself, but he can’t.

He growls possessively over him nonetheless, and Jimin just cocks his head at him.

God, he’s so pathetic. He just hopes Jimin won’t think badly about him for getting turned on by his scent. Last time could have been a coincidence, but now it’s fairly obvious that Jimin is the one making him moan like this instead of the omega on his desk.

Their eye contact never wavers, and Jungkook knows he must be looking quite ashamed of himself, yet Jimin doesn’t seem to care.

The older alpha just puts his hands in his pockets and watches him. The confidence in his stance makes Jungkook’s throat run dry.

Jimin’s eyes run up and down over his body, and Jungkook wishes he could read Jimin’s thoughts. He needs to know if Jimin likes his scent too, needs to know if he would let him touch him.

Probably not.

Jungkook is pretty sure he almost purrs when Jimin walks up towards him. He can feel the heat pool in his gut, mouth-watering as he counts the steps. Sure enough, Jimin is coming up next to him, scent getting thicker, and Jungkook has to physically restrain himself from already baring his neck.

Jimin reaches his hand out towards Jungkook’s neck like last time, and Jungkook almost climaxes solely at the idea of him touching his scent gland again.

He’s breathing raggedly as he braces himself for Jimin’s touch. However, he doesn’t touch. He just stands there watching him closely, slowly retracting his hand.

Jungkook wants to whine, and maybe he does, he definitely does. He whines as he fucks the omega silly but can’t find release, he whines because Jimin smells so good and he wants to drown in it, and he whines because Jimin is in hands reach, but not touching him.

So he does bare his neck. He tilts it to the side, shows Jimin his skin, presents his scent gland, his mating gland.

Jungkook can smell the interest in Jimin’s scent spike, he knows he’s doing something to the other alpha. Whether it’s good or bad, his scent makes Jungkook’s cock twitch in pleasure.

“You’re baring your neck at me for the second time now, pup.”

Jimin’s voice is smooth like velvet and Jungkook groans in pleasure at the nickname.

When Jimin leans closer Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, halting his movement and turning his head towards him.

Fuck he’s close.

His glassy eyes find Jimin’s, and he instantly looks down at those lips as if hypnotised. They’re absolutely sinful, and he has to restrain himself from leaning in and taking what he wants.

“Want me to claim you?”

Yes.

No.

Jungkook drags his eyes back up to Jimin’s, licks his lips as he feels heat coiling in his gut.

Jimin parts his lips and shows his pretty canines and Jungkook moans at the sight, legs trembling as he wants, wants, wants to feel them sink into his mating gland. But he can’t say it, can’t let a man he just met a week ago claim him as if that’s normal. As if any of this is normal.

He’s fucking an omega because he wants Jimin to see, he wants his eye contact, he wants him to touch his scent gland. He’s fucking an omega because he can’t fuck another man, another alpha.

And yet.

“I want to fuck you.”

Graceful.

“I know you do.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment because he is so blatantly obvious and Jimin knows, but he doesn’t do a thing about it.

“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

Jimin isn’t surprised to hear that at all. He just watches where Jungkook’s cock is still buried into the omega, unmoving. Jungkook is seriously considering to pull out and push Jimin onto his desk.

“Sex addiction?”

Jimin asks casually, as he leans back against the desk, hands on either side of himself. He just nods once, a bit fazed by how Jimin isn’t remotely disturbed by him wanting to fuck him.

He groans then as he feels the omega clench around him, and he moves his hips again, eyes never leaving Jimin’s. He stares for a while, likes how Jimin lowers his gaze to look at how he penetrates the omega.

His scent gets thicker, makes Jungkook’s mouth water.

“C-come closer.”

He whispers.

Jimin raises a brow before he complies and leans closer. His scent is gets even stronger, and Jungkook swallows, mouth-watering as he leans closer to his neck. The closer he gets to Jimin’s scent gland the more he can smell the arousal in that deep amber, and it makes his eyelids drop.

He knows it’s probably because there’s an omega leaking slick all over his desk, but the arousal in Jimin’s scent works just as well on him.

He starts fucking harder, taking deep deep breaths in as he squeezes into the omega’s thighs.

At some point, he’s straining his neck because he wants to scent Jimin, wants to nose along his scent gland, lick it, suck on of his neck and leave marks all over him. He growls low in his throat as he bares his teeth, hungry, longing.

“Woah. Down boy.”

Jimin’s hand wraps around the back of his neck like he’s a pup, and he submits way too easily. The subtle dominance in Jimin’s gestures makes him weak in the knees as he tries to chase his orgasm.

Jimin doesn’t remove his hand, and he moans pathetically as he bares his neck towards Jimin a third time.

“S-scent me.”

He doesn’t know if his pleading tone is doing anything for Jimin, but the air spikes with his scent, and Jungkook almost sees red with lust.

“No. It would be inappropriate, people will think we’re lovers.”

Jungkook knows it’s true, two alpha male CEOs smelling like each other will definitely make a front page and will only cause trouble. However, he notices Jimin doesn’t say no because he doesn’t want to.

He might just be delusional.

“Then visit my place- ah- after work.”

It earns him a chuckle, and he likes the light and airy sound that leaves Jimin’s lips.

“Not gonna happen, pretty boy.”

Jungkook groans in defeat. Jimin doesn’t let go of the back of his neck as his thrusts get harder and harder, and that really makes him feel like Jimin owns him. Which shouldn’t be hot under any circumstances, but it is, and his skin is burning underneath Jimin’s fingers.

Jimin keeps quiet as he watches how he pounds into the omega. Jungkook picks up the pace for him, makes a show out of it because he knows he’s watching. Those pretty hooded eyes are trail over his body with an unreadable expression, and he is probably making things up, but he likes to think Jimin likes what he sees.

His own eyes flicker down to Jimin’s lips once more, and he can’t tear them away. With every thrust, he imagines Jimin on his knees, with every thrust he imagines Jimin’s lips around his cock, with every thrust he imagines how the alpha would gag for him.

“These make a lot of noise.”

Jimin’s whispers as his other hand slowly slips between his legs, cupping his balls, and then squeezing them to assert dominance. Jungkook moans in pleasure and embarrassment as he finally climaxes, body shuddering as he feels his stomach clench.

From the side, he hears Jimin shushing him softly, as he rides out his orgasm.

And just like last time, Jimin doesn’t talk about it once Jungkook has tied the condom and the omega has left his office.

———————

Jungkook knows his own weaknesses, he really does. He has an exact amount of time between needing to fuck something or someone, that’s why he schedules it perfectly with work.

He’s been to therapy a few times but ended up fucking his shrink, so he had to stop going. And honestly, it’s fine, he can live with it, his company knows, the schedule works.

So why, why is it that sitting around the meeting table with all the important people from Jeon and Park enterprises, it suddenly hits him?

Why, barely an hour after having had sex, is it starting?

His answer comes in the shape of a certain alpha, walking into the meeting room and taking a seat right next to him. Jungkook’s eyes travel over the suit Jimin is wearing, the way it hugs around his waist, and the way it accentuates his ass just perfectly.

The scent surrounding Jimin is stronger than normal, and it’s not just him who notices because a few other men are itching their noses or making soft sounds of discomfort.

“Sorry everyone, I’m in pre-rut, but this discussion is important so please bear with me.”

Jimin clarifies, before letting his secretary start the meeting.

Jungkook can’t fucking think. His brain cells are out of the window.

His eyes are boring a hole into Jimin’s side profile, watching his pretty dirty blonde locks falling over his forehead. He trails his eyes over the way Jimin’s adam’s apple bobs as he drinks some water.

Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but take a whiff of Jimin’s scent, the rich spices now making his nose prickle more than last time. It’s sharp, in a good way, especially with the warm amber dulling it at the end.

Fuck.

The scent is so clearly letting him know how badly Jimin needs to fuck. There’s so much repressed lust, Jungkook wonders how and with whom Jimin is going to spend his rut to be able to let it all out.

It’s not really the best idea to be thinking about Jimin’s rut during a meeting, but he can’t stop the thoughts flooding in.

He wonders if Jimin would spend it alone, touch himself over and over like Jungkook does every night. He imagines Jimin moaning loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure and showing his pretty neck and Jungkook suddenly wants to bite.

Jungkook’s cock twitches, growing harder with every image of Jimin with red-bitten lips, sprawled out on a bed, muscles on display.

He wonders how his name sounds on Jimin’s lips.

Apparently, Jimin notices the shift in his scent because he gives him a warning side glance, which makes Jungkook want to whine.

Jimin smells really, really fucking good. He feels his temperature rise, cheeks reddening as he fantasises about burying his face into the alpha’s neck right here, right during the meeting.

Fuck.

He can’t concentrate on what anyone is saying. His eyes are traveling over Jimin’s figure and then he notices how thick his thighs actually are, muscles clearly visible while the fabric stretches over it. He wants to sink his teeth into them, mark them, taste him.

Jimin now turns his head towards him entirely, giving him a quick glance up and down.

He swallows as he shifts closer to Jimin, making their arms touch, which sends a shock of electricity through his body. He thinks that he really wants to close the space between their lips too.

“Excuse us for a moment.”

Jimin suddenly speaks up.

He stands up and drags Jungkook out of the meeting room by his wrist.

Excitement runs through Jungkook’s veins as he thinks Jimin might take him somewhere private to finally let him fuck him. So when Jimin opens the door to an empty office, his hopes are high.

Jimin, however, is glaring at him. Within a second he grabs Jungkook by the back of his neck and pushes him down so he’s bowing to the ground.

“What the hell are you doing? Everyone can smell your arousal, are you trying to make a scene?”

Jungkook groans at the slight pain of Jimin’s harsh grip on the back of his neck, looking at his own shoes as he feels embarrassment prickle over his back up to his face.

He’s getting scolded.

Like a pup.

“Sorry, I- fuck- I made sure to have sex an hour before, it shouldn’t be happening right now.”

“Then why is it?”

Jimin hisses, squeezing the back of Jungkook’s neck to assert dominance, letting him know who’s charge.

Jungkook doesn’t want to know why that turns him on.

“I think it’s- it’s cause you’re in pre-rut.. you smell so fucking good.”

Jimin clicks his tongue at that, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“Go get off somewhere and then come back. You can’t come back in before you’re done.”

Jungkook swallows at the orders, then Jimin releases him so he can stand back up again. He rubs over the back of his neck to ease the slight pain and looks at the smaller male.

He looks good when he’s pissed.

“It takes less long if someone helps me.”

Smooth.

Jimin groans in annoyance at that, rubbing his temples to think about what he can do about the situation.

In the meantime, Jungkook can’t help but shift closer, lust taking over once more. He reaches one hand to grab Jimin’s hip, as he licks his lips.

He leans closer to Jimin’s neck, breathing in deeply and feeling heat lick at his face. It’s so good. He wonders what Jimin’s scent will be like in an actual rut when pre-rut is already so fucking good.

He growls low in his throat, wants Jimin to bare his neck.

“You’re a lost cause aren’t you? I’m going to dismiss the meeting and break up our contract if you don’t back away.”

Jungkook knows he won’t, but the threat does make him aware that he’s out of line, so he fights his urges and leans back, tries to control himself.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go- I’ll go get off, you’re right.”

“Do it in here. Lock the door, close the blinds, come back in 5 minutes. And do not make a fucking mess.”

Jimin orders, giving him a strict glance before he turns on his heel.

Jungkook blinks stupidly for a second.

“Wait- 5 minutes is too short-“

“4 minutes, 56 seconds.”

The door closes behind Jimin and Jungkook groans. He wants to throw something at him as he leaves the room, but he doesn’t. Instead, he quickly locks the door and closes the blinds. He tugs his pants down in a hurry and wraps his hand around his cock.

He whines as he starts getting off because he knows he won’t finish. He hadn’t been able to climax before the 20-minute mark about a month ago, ever since then he had stuck to fucking omegas at work instead.

However, for Jimin, he tries. He wants to please the alpha, for some reason. The thought of being able to follow Jimin’s orders is hot to him.

Probably an in-the-heat-of-the-moment type of thing.

No, it probably isn’t, but Jungkook is too much of a coward to admit that.

So he fucks his hand, thinking about Jimin, thinking about his lips, his hands, his ass, his thighs, moaning as he can still smell his scent in the air. He wonders what it would be like to help him during his rut, and picks up the pace of his hand.

But he doesn’t come. He feels heat all over his body, sweat making his hair stick to his face as he’s already reaching the 5-minute mark. His cock is hurting because of how hard it is, but he’s nowhere near close.

He groans in frustration, tugging hard and fast as he looks at the seconds ticking by until it’s been exactly five minutes.

With a disappointed soft whine, he pulls his pants back up, taking in deep, deep breaths as he returns to the meeting room.

It’s terrible.

He’s still rock hard, and now his scent is even worse. His state is worse overall, and every head whips towards him as he enters. It’s fucking excruciating.

But it’s what Jimin had ordered him to do, so he returns to his seat next to the alpha, and just holds his breath as to not go completely brainless to Jimin’s scent.

He wants to snarl at Jimin. As if he’s not making a scene right now by coming in smelling like orgasm denial.

It’s tormenting sitting next to him. He has been craving him for weeks now, and not getting anything in return. He’s been thinking about fucking him religiously every night, every morning, every chance he gets.

When he has to take a breath, he can smell Jimin’s scent in the air so thickly it almost suffocates him. He smells like sex, and he has to endure sitting next to him for at least half an hour more.

However, he really doesn’t want to embarrass Jimin any further, so for the rest of the meeting he just stares in front of him and thinks really hard about boring things to try and kill his boner.

It feels like hours when the meeting is finally over. His balls are positively blue and straining because of the neglect of touch. He hopes Jimin will spare him a glance, but he seems too caught up in a conversation with his own secretary. He sighs in disappointment, a tug of jealousy in his chest as he leaves the meeting room.

He needs to get off, so bad.

“Hey, what’s up? I thought I was going to die cause of your scent in that room. I thought you were on schedule?”

Hoseok asks concerned, catching up with him.

“Don’t know.. just.. uh.. irregular.”

He’s never irregular. Hoseok doesn’t seem to buy it for shit, but Jungkook can’t tell him it’s because of Jimin.

It’s unheard of.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I really.. really need to get off.”

He says lastly. Hoseok nods in agreement.

“Yeah, you smell.”

Jungkook groans softly. He probably does, he’s been on edge for about an hour now without having had any release, his scent must be weirding everyone out.

“Jeon.”

Fuck.

He stops in his tracks as he hears Jimin call him. When he turns around he sees Jimin beckon him over with his fingers. The gesture makes Jungkook want to wag his tail. If he had one.

He nudges Hoseok quickly.

“Go ahead without me. I’ll be back-“

“You just said you need to get off. Park can wait. You know what happened last time you didn’t-“

“Please, it will be fine. That was years ago. I can handle it for a little longer.”

Hoseok eyes him skeptically, but eventually shrugs and lets it go.

“Alright. See you back at the main building.”

He nods as he turns right around to walk over to Jimin. His expression is unreadable as he approaches, but when he opens the door to the same office he had put him in before, Jungkook feels his heartbeat pick up.

“Come in.”

He complies, walks into the office once again. It still smells like a faint mix of them in there, and he loves how their scents complement each other.

The door closes and locks behind Jimin, and Jungkook freezes in place.

Oh god.

Oh fuck.

Are they finally going to fuck?

He waits patiently for Jimin to say something or do something, not wanting to assume as he doesn’t want to end up bowing to the ground again.

“Why didn’t you do what I told you to?”

Jimin asks accusingly, pushing him backward, guiding him to the chair at the desk. He falls back into it and watches as Jimin stands proudly in front of him. He swallows as he spots the desk behind Jimin.

A great desk, he sure would like to fuck him on that desk.

“I told you, 5 minutes is too short. I’m a sex addict, I need more stimulation.”

Jimin clicks his tongue as if disappointed with him.

There’s a silence in which he notices Jimin is sweating. He looks so done, so pissed. It’s all because of the pre-rut. Jungkook recognises the symptoms. Fatigue, annoyance, higher testosterone levels, mood swings, Jimin is ticking all the boxes.

His eyes follow a drop of sweat on Jimin’s neck, slowly rolling down over his scent gland, and he can’t fucking help himself.

He takes a good whiff, and to his surprise, there’s thick arousal clear in Jimin’s scent. There’s no one else around, Jimin’s door is locked, and Jimin is turned on. He is definitely not imagining things right now.

His mouth waters, eyes glazing over with lust. His body reacts immediately, standing up and pressing Jimin against the edge of the desk with his own body, caging him in.

“You-you're.. I can smell you.”

“Down boy.”

Jimin commands with a gruff voice, but he can’t possibly sit back down with Jimin smelling like this. So he growls back softly in protest, his hands snake around Jimin’s waist greedily, wanting to finally feel him under his fingers.

“Jeon.”

He hears the dominance in Jimin’s sweet voice, but he ignores it. Because Jimin’s small waist feels so good in his hands, and he is positive he can lift him easily, fuck him against the wall.

He leans in close and presses his nose against Jimin’s neck, taking a deep, deep breath in to make sure he will never forget this scent. He wants it permanently engraved, wants it to linger for weeks.

A soft moan falls from his lips as he noses along Jimin’s scent gland, and takes deep breaths while his hands start fidgeting impatiently with the fabric of Jimin’s suit.

“You’re nothing but an untrained pup, aren’t you? I said down.”

Jimin uses his alpha voice, and though it doesn’t work like how it works on omegas, it still sends shivers down his spine. However, in this state, it turns him on even more.

“Why did you lock the door?”

He asks, unbuttoning the two front buttons of Jimin’s jacket.

Jimin’s scent spikes and it warns him not to go on. Jimin eyes him with repressed anger and he knows he shouldn’t poke.

So he does exactly that.

He grabs the back of Jimin’s blonde hair, at the ends just above his neck, and pulls it harshly, so that he’s baring his neck involuntarily towards him. His mouth waters at the sight. Jimin’s neck is so pretty.

“You smell so good..”

He rasps, breathing in so that his lungs fill up completely with his scent.

“You’re going to regret this.”

Jimin’s voice is pretty, breathy, and he knows he’s threatening him but he can’t seem to care.

“Why did you lock the door?”

He asks again as he pushes the jacket off of Jimin’s shoulders and throws it on the floor. Jimin’s vein is popping in his neck, and Jungkook heads in and licks right over his scent gland.

Fuck, Jimin tastes good as well.

There’s a strangled noise that sounds like a moan, makes his eyes widen.

Hesitantly, he leans back in and licks over Jimin’s neck again, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his tongue. He knows it will leave Jimin smelling like him for days.

A clear moan falls from Jimin’s lips now, sweet and coated with lust.

Sounds like fucking magic.

Jungkook wants to grin in victory, tell himself he wasn’t delusional for thinking Jimin might like him too, but he can barely function with the taste of Jimin’s sweat on his tongue. It makes him realise how painfully hard he is, and so he presses his bulge right against Jimin’s thigh.

“Why did you lock-“

“Shut the fuck up, Jeon.”

Jungkook hisses when Jimin kicks his leg forward just a bit, and groans at the pain surging through his balls. He could have expected that.

Though Jimin is being a dick, he doesn’t move away, doesn’t care that his hands are now fumbling with the buttons of his blouse, and he can tell Jimin’s alpha is keening at the attention, he can smell it.

Jungkook is in heaven, his nose pressed against Jimin’s scent gland as he unbuttons the blouse, already feeling his muscles tense underneath his fingers. He knows Jimin’s body is going to make him have fever dreams for days.

He presses a few kisses along Jimin’s neck, knowing it might be too intimate, but Jimin just groans in pleasure. His hands clamp around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him closer.

Their bodies are pressed flush against each other. Jungkook’s mind is going haywire, his alpha is reeling.

“this- this is only because I’m going into rut.”

Jimin grits out between his teeth.

Jungkook resists the urge to grin at the words and just tries to focus on the way Jimin is looking at him with lust clear in his eyes. They’re hooded, glazed over, and his cheeks are reddening by the second. His blonde hair is prettily disheveled, starting to stick against his forehead.

“When does your rut start?”

He asks softly, thinking it’s the perfect time to invite himself over to help.

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Soon.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You’re not invited.”

He snarls.

Jungkook kind of likes the way Jimin looks at him.

“You sure?”

He’s pushing the limit, he knows, but the look on Jimin’s face is worth it; the absolute darkest glare he has ever seen on a man.

“What can you do huh? You’re just a pup with a sex addiction.”

Jimin bites. And Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but grin a little at the words, loving the hostile energy. It would have been a bit more humiliating if Jimin didn’t smell like he absolutely wants to fuck him.

“You might not know, but it comes in handy with ruts, I can easily keep up with you.”

He says, seeing a blush spread over Jimin’s cheeks. His pretty eyes widen and he whips his head the other way.

“That’s- that’s ridiculous. We’re both alpha, we’re not even compatible.”

Jimin stumbles over his words and Jungkook raises a brow at him.

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

It’s bold, but the question does make Jimin’s breath hitch. Jungkook stares at him, and he fiddles with the last buttons of Jimin’s blouse, opening them as he lets his eyes travel down to see his pretty muscles underneath.

Solid fever dreams.

His mouth waters at the sight of Jimin’s abs, and he wonders just how much of this unhealthy attraction is really based on his sex addiction. Maybe he should start admitting Jimin is really fucking handsome, and he just might be into men.

“It’s just pre-rut.”

Jimin says, looking up at him with an unsure expression, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than he’s trying to convince Jungkook.

“Just pre-rut huh?”

He repeats, reaching out to touch Jimin’s chest, hand sneaking under his opened white blouse, touching his pec. The skin is burning up under his fingertips. He flicks his thumb over Jimin’s nipple, making him hiss at the touch.

“Please just-“

Jimin bites his lip to prevent saying what he wants to say. Jungkook caresses his fingers down, over his stomach, to the button of his pants. He halts there, raising a brow at Jimin, who’s looking at him in distress, in frustration.

“Please.”

That’s all it takes for him to lift Jimin by the back of his thighs and put him on top of the desk. Jimin spreads his legs so he can stand between them, and he’s beyond pleased to do so.

“Is this why you locked the door?”

He asks as he thumbs over the button of Jimin’s pants.

“No, I wanted to punish you for not listening to me before.”

Jimin is breathing heavily on top of the desk, and Jungkook feels the hairs at the back of his neck stand up as they make eye contact. There’s so much lust in Jimin’s eyes, he can barely make out which of the two of them is the sex addict.

He doesn’t know what to reply. Because he wants Jimin to punish him in a certain way, but he doesn’t know what type of punishment it is. So he just hums and takes off Jimin’s opened blouse.

He eyes over the skin, feeling the need to mark Jimin up, make him completely his. So he leans in, and presses hungry kisses over his collarbone, up towards his neck where he parts his lips to suck right over Jimin’s scent gland.

“A-ah.. no marks-“

Jimin warns but doesn’t lean out of the touch. He moans softly as he tastes Jimin on his tongue, and he can’t help but lightly graze his teeth over his scent gland. Arousal spikes in Jimin’s scent, makes his cock throb with need.

He growls possessively right against Jimin’s ear as his hands find the button of his pants again, opening them impatiently, unzipping him, finding that Jimin is also hard underneath his briefs.

“I will still punish you.”

Jimin says.

Jungkook can’t bring himself to care.

“Shut up, Park.”

He lifts Jimin to stand up, so he can tug down his pants and briefs in one go, then lifts him back up on the desk. As soon as he lets go of Jimin’s thighs, Jimin grabs him by the back of his head, fisting his hand in his hair.

He groans in pain, hissing as he sees the pleased look in Jimin’s glassy eyes. Then Jimin pulls him down by his hair until he’s seated back in the desk chair.

Jimin pulls him closer, opens his legs wide for him. His scent spikes in the air, Jungkook is almost mouthwatering just at the sight of those thick thighs on the desk.

“Hands on your back.”

Jimin commands.

For a second he wants to disobey, wants to see what Jimin will do if he doesn’t listen.

“Now.”

The velvety tone in contrast to Jimin’s heavy scent makes Jungkook’s head spin. Is there anyone who’s even remotely close to being this hot? He doesn’t know.

He complies, feeling a thrill as he puts his wrists neatly on top of each other on his back, watching the older alpha with a hunger he hasn’t felt in years. There’s a danger to Jimin, a taboo, a sharp edge.

Every night he imagines Jimin moaning his name, crying out while he fucks him hard, but he knows it’s not going to be like that. Jimin wouldn’t let him. And that type of thing turns him on so fucking bad.

Jimin holds him steadily by the back of his hair, and then forces his index and middle finger inside of his mouth, not listening to his sounds of objection. He has the strong urge to bite down, to rebel against the sudden intrusion, but he doesn’t.

Not yet.

“Show me how you take cock.”

Jimin rasps, thrusting his fingers into his mouth once for good measure.

God.

Jungkook has never fucking taken cock. He’s never been with a man at all. Jimin seems to know that, if the small satisfied smirk is anything to go by.

He bites Jimin’s fingers.

Jimin’s face doesn’t flinch, but he retracts his fingers from his mouth rather quickly, then leans in close.

“Misbehaved pup.”

Jimin not so softly pats his cheek once, twice. It makes his cock twitch. He wants to tell Jimin that he can hit him a little harder.

“I was going to let you come, but..”

He feels Jimin’s thumb fill up his mouth this time, and he holds eye contact, hunger clawing at him from the inside.

“I think I’ll just edge you until you cry.”

He blinks hard, then shakes his head frantically, his breathing getting heavier as Jimin rubs his thumb over his tongue.

He needs to come. He needs to knot Jimin by the end of the day. It’s a carnal need. He bucks his hips up into nothing, feeling his pants restrict his cock too tightly. He needs out of them, needs to get inside of Jimin, bury his cock so deep between his pretty ass cheeks.

Jimin just watches him with an amused smile, then presses his thumb down on his tongue.

“Suck.”

Jimin commands once more.

Jungkook hates him.

He sucks on Jimin’s thumb sloppily, eyelids dropping, hips bucking up a few more times because he so desperately wants to fuck Jimin.

“Focus, Jeon.”

Jimin thrusts his thumb into his mouth a little harder. Jungkook’s breathing turns ragged as he imagines Jimin bending over the desk, ass up for him to pound into. Saliva runs down his chin, barely focussing on sucking Jimin’s thumb at all.

“Pathetic. Can’t even suck on a finger.”

The thumb leaves his mouth with a pop. He chases it, but Jimin already stands up, leaving him panting in the desk chair.

Now that Jimin is standing, he can finally take in his entire body. It’s more carved than he imagined in his dreams. He had loved imagining Jimin to be soft and supple like a peach, but Jimin is ripped if anything. It’s all hard lines, especially that low v-line that divines his hips perfectly.

A low growl escapes him, as if he’s starving, which he is. He’s fucking starving. He feels it creep under his skin, it’s hot, it’s burning. His body is begging him to grab onto Jimin and make him submit, make him take his cock.

The one time he did not follow his normal schedule, it had triggered a short but feral rut.

He might not want to do that around Jimin.

Or maybe he does.

As his eyes travel down further and reach Jimin’s cock, he feels his cheeks glow. He’s never felt the need to suck dick before, but there’s something about Jimin that makes him want to go against his nature.

Jimin’s chest is heaving a little, beads of sweat are rolling down his neck. He wants to lick them right off of his skin, but he’s waiting impatiently for Jimin to do something.

“Oh? You really weren’t kidding.”

Jimin chuckles humourlessly, taking a step closer which makes him have to restrict himself even harder. He counts the number of times he can stand up and bend Jimin over the desk.

“The sex addict thing.. I can see it now.”

Jimin muses, then lifts Jungkook’s chin with his fingers. Jungkook watches him with lust-glazed eyes, hands still on his back. He’s being docile because he wants Jimin to praise him, wants to be allowed to come.

“Your eyes tell.”

Jimin finishes, looking from one eye to the other.

Jungkook doesn’t know what he looks like, but he knows everything about him is telling him to take, take, take. It’s always like that, and it gets worse the longer he doesn’t do anything about it.

“Jimin..”

It’s the only thing that comes out when he opens his mouth. He’s repeated the name so many times at night but never called Jimin by his first name before. It’s too close too soon, and it pushes their relationship to something a little more dangerous.

“Pup.”

Jimin whispers back, not as much of an insult as it is a pet name. He opens his mouth with his hand, leaning in enough for Jungkook to close the distance if he wants to. And he wants to. He wants to kiss Jimin badly, but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to, given the harsh grip on his hair.

Not that he minds the harshness. At all.

“I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth.”

Jimin says.

He has to repeat the words in his mind before they make any sense. Then he casts his eyes upon Jimin, who is watching his opened mouth with blown pupils. He can smell the need in Jimin’s scent, the desire spiking in the air. He takes a deep, deep breath, wants to suffocate in it entirely.

“F-fuck. Please.”

He’s panting already because he can’t wait to finally have something of Jimin, anything. He’s been imagining the taste of Jimin’s come for weeks on end now. So he opens his mouth wide, not even having to be told.

Jimin seems to like that very much.

“Pretty boy.”

It’s breathy, doesn’t seem like it should have come out of his mouth, but it did. Jungkook’s alpha is purring at the compliment, he can’t fight it.

Jimin doesn’t waste time, he pulls on his hair and stands tall in front of him. In this position, Jungkook can feel the authority Jimin exudes. It’s hot. It’s like Jimin wants him to worship, wants him to want him.

“Fuck.”

He’s always wondered if Jimin wants him as much as he wants Jimin, but now he doesn’t doubt it. The way Jimin is drinking up the sight beneath him strokes his ego the right way.

And then Jimin finally presses the head of his cock against his lips.

It’s soft at first, soft and warm. He kisses it, as if Jimin asked him to. It comes way too naturally for Jungkook’s liking. As an alpha male, he expected to have at least some sort of withdrawal, some sort of protest, an uneasiness in his stomach.

All he feels in his stomach is a familiar heat pooling, arousal spiking.

“Docile.”

Jimin whispers.

It sounds like a compliment, so he moans softly in response. His alpha reels every time Jimin‘s scent spikes with approval.

He doesn’t know what Jimin has reduced him to, but he can never let anyone else see him quite like this; needy, openmouthed, sucking gently on another alpha’s cock. His eyes flutter shut as he opens his lips more, pressing wet kisses over the head of Jimin’s cock, letting his saliva run down over the shaft to make it slick.

All the tiny breaths, huffs, and hisses of Jimin make his mind spin. He wants to please him.

When he dares to dart his tongue out and lick over the slit, tasting Jimin’s pre-cum on his tongue, heat flares up his neck, licks at his face. His cock throbs painfully against his jeans, hips bucking up again, reminding him that he needs to fuck something, he needs it now.

“Keep still. I might let you come.”

Jimin whispers.

He growls low in his throat, but he’s shut up when Jimin thrusts his cock into his mouth at once.

“Ah-ah, pup. No growling.”

Jimin seems to really get a kick out of this. If it weren’t so obvious by the way he’s smirking, it would be in his intense scent which is all over the place. It wouldn’t surprise him if the whole floor smelled like Jimin.

He doesn’t think this office room can contain it.

He blinks up at Jimin, feels his small hand cup his chin as he thrusts into his mouth. Jimin’s cock is heavy on his tongue, and it’s turning him on way more than he likes to admit.

He opens his jaw far enough so that Jimin can thrust into his mouth, use it for his own pleasure. He doesn’t know how to suck cock anyway. Jimin’s pupils blow wide at the gesture, and he doesn’t waste any time. He thrusts into his mouth harder, holds his hair tighter, and moans out loud.

The sound makes him shudder. He knows he can make Jimin moan on repeat like that, pound into him over and over on that desk behind him.

“Fuck.”

Jimin curses, rubbing his fingers beneath his chin, down over his adam’s apple.

“Fuck. Such a good mouth on you- ah.”

Jungkook’s ears ring at the praise. He tries to suck his cock like how he likes to receive them. He hollows his cheeks, tries to use his tongue a little more around Jimin’s cock, dipping it into the slit, twirling it around the head. And though he’s sloppy, Jimin groans, loud and desperate. He feels like he can die a happy man just listening to this.

Then he dares to make eye contact, sees Jimin looking at him as though he wants to own him, as if he wants him as his slave, his pet. Jungkook lets him live that fantasy. For now.

It’s not like he can hold himself back much longer. He’s gonna snap, he can feel it. It’s hanging by a thread.

Jimin fists his hand in his hair and pulls, forcing him forward to bob his head around his cock, just once. There’s a tense silence then, and he gathers Jimin is waiting for his consent.

He really wants it all, wants to make him submit, make him his.

Jungkook pants softly, then nods. So Jimin moves again, thrusts into his mouth hard, and pulls his hair to make him bob his head at the same time. It’s slick, it’s dirty, and it’s rough, and he loves it.

“Fuck- fuck I’m-“

Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence, but he can feel Jimin’s cock swelling at the base, and he knows what that means.

That’s unheard of. Alpha’s can’t usually knot because of a blowjob, and they only knot in rut.

Jimin tries to pull out of his mouth, but Jungkook growls in protest. His hands move to hold him by his thighs, and pull him closer.

“I can’t pop a knot in your- ah!”

He wants him to. He wants to taste Jimin on his tongue, wants to swallow all of his come, and then he wants to fuck Jimin on his desk.

“Jeon.”

It’s not much of a warning as it is a moan. He resists the urge to grin around Jimin’s cock, and just sucks harder, eager to taste, to have Jimin pop a knot inside of his mouth as though he’s fucking an omega.

He hears Jimin whimper. It’s soft, and he is sure he isn’t supposed to hear it, but it lights his body on fucking fire. His nails dig into Jimin’s thighs, a possessive growl escaping him, his cock leaking precum against his jeans.

Jimin’s hips thrust irregularly into his mouth, and he can feel his knot swelling, pushing past his lips, and then Jimin comes.

“Fuck.”

Jimin throws his head back, a string of other swear words following as his body jolts, his hand still holding tightly onto Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook moans, seeing stars when he feels hot liquid filling up his mouth, and Jimin’s knot breaching so nicely past his lips. He keeps swallowing, swallowing down all of it, savouring the slightly salty taste in the back of his throat.

“You can’t- this isn’t-“

Jimin pants, but his words catch when Jungkook bobs his head once around his knot to shut him up.

It’s then that he feels it. Something carnal creeping under his skin, like flames, slowly engulfing his body. His eyes snap open, and he lets Jimin’s cock slip out of his mouth.

“Shit.”

He breathes in deeply, tries to calm himself down, but Jimin’s scent is all that intrudes his senses and makes his mouth water.

He wants to fuck Jimin, now. Needs it, more like.

He gets dizzy, his vision gets blurry as he stands up and eyes Jimin from head to toe. Eyes him? Hunts him, he’s going to pounce.

“Your scent.”

Jimin pants, still trying to come down from his high.

“What’s up with your-“

He cages Jimin in against the desk then lifts him to sit on top of it. Though Jimin is strong and almost as tall as Jungkook, he can lift him easily. Which means he can bend him into any position easily as well.

“Jeon.”

“Reward.”

He grits out, his voice raspy from the way Jimin fucked his mouth.

He undoes his jeans, practically ripping them when he steps out of them, and then pulls down his boxers. His cock instantly slaps against his stomach, throbbing, flushed. He needs relief.

“You’re not allowed to fuck me, pup.”

Jimin says.

Jungkook can’t think straight. All he can think is which position will be best to fuck Jimin in.

Maybe bent over the desk?

“Hey.”

Jimin says, tilts his head up by his chin, looks into his eyes.

His eyes find Jimin’s lips then, and all his senses push him forward, lips catching Jimin’s thick ones for a split second before Jimin turns his head.

“Hey, no kissing. We’re not lovers.”

It goes in one ear out the other. He just attaches his lips to Jimin’s neck instead, right over his mating gland. He licks over it possessively, wants Jimin to smell like him.

He takes a deep breath in, and then feels himself aching to sink his teeth into Jimin’s neck.

His. He must make Jimin his.

“Down.”

Jimin commands, pushing him off. Jungkook bares his teeth, then harshly pulls Jimin closer by his thighs. He steps between them, presses his cock against Jimin’s, feeling Jimin’s knot pressing against his shaft.

Jimin hisses, then looks down at their cocks. He can tell Jimin’s impressed by his length, just by the slight twitch of his eyebrow.

“Why do you smell like you’re going into rut?”

Jimin asks, doesn’t take his eyes off of his cock though.

Jungkook wraps his big hand around both of their cocks, stroking them together, liking the way Jimin’s knot feels under his fingers. The slight release of tension makes a little sanity slip back into his mind.

“I’m off schedule.”

Jungkook pants, moving his hips, bucking into his hand, letting his cock slide against Jimin’s knot.

“Need to fuck something or someone every two to three hours.”

He explains a little more, not expecting Jimin to care. Jimin just hisses when he strokes a little too hard over his sensitive cock.

“Or else?”

Jimin asks, doesn’t seem the slightest bit scared, which makes him feel a little relieved. Because he knows he can be scary like that, he can lose himself completely, no sanity to hang on to.

“Triggers like- ah.. sort of a rut. For a few hours.”

Jimin hums, then watches how his hand works their cocks together, hypnotised by the movement. He must say, it looks fucking lewd. The head of his cock peeking above his hand with every slow thrust of his hips, Jimin’s cock all flushed and oversensitive, swollen.

“Can you still listen?”

Jimin asks.

He shakes his head.

“I-I want to fuck you senseless. So if you don’t want me to, you might want to.. tie me up and call Hoseok to get me.”

He’s completely serious, but Jimin smirks at him. He’s pretty like that, fearless. Looks less like a CEO and more like someone Jungkook would have hung out with in uni.

“You say that as if I can’t handle you.”

Jimin sounds offended, just a little. He loves the tone of his voice, but he also knows his own strength. And he knows he will bend Jimin over, he knows he can’t resist.

“I’m holding back.”

He says, grabbing Jimin’s thick thigh in his free hand and digging his nails into the hard skin. His eyes follow every line on Jimin’s body, admiring the set of muscles on display. Fire engulfs him even more, makes his skin hot all over.

It’s gonna happen.

“You’re serious, huh?”

Jimin asks then, his gaze shifting between both of his eyes, scanning him.

“Yeah.. yeah- if you don’t want to fuck- just-“

He tries to finish his sentence, but he can feel his mouth water just because of Jimin’s scent. He feels his cock pulsing, and all he sees is that Jimin is naked, and he smells like he wants to fuck.

And that’s all it takes.

His pupils blow wide, black seeping into his irises. He has absolutely no patience left, his mind goes completely blank.