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When Omega Jungkook get shipped to the South to be married off for the second time, he knows exactly what to expect-Coldness. Neglect. Abuse. He's learnt how to survive being bonded to a cruel...
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Jungkook's heats had been sporadic and inconsistent during his first marriage, no doubt due to the weakened state of the bond.
This one, though, came exactly when expected, ramping up slowly, a craving that started in the pit of his stomach and hollowed him out. He managed to fall to sleep fitfully, wrapped up in the increasingly delicious smell of Alpha Kim until he woke up sweating and squirming.
Jungkook whimpered, clutching his stomach. He was hard, slick coating the inside of his thighs, and empty. Alpha still had his arms around him in sleep, but it wasn't enough—it wasn't enough.
"Sweetheart...?" Alpha shifted beside him, eyes going from hazy to sharp, almost glowing golden in the dark, he was staring so intently at Jungkook.
"Fuck. You smell..."
"Please," Jungkook whispered, voice so small it barely made it past his mouth, but Alpha must have heard him perfectly, for he yanked the sheets back and rolled on top of Jungkook.
"Holy Gods. You smell like all my sins...fuck." Alpha buried his nose in Jungkook's throat, taking deep, gasping breaths.
"Alpha," Jungkook whined, pulling at him until their lips pressed together, turning devouring at once.
Jungkook moaned at the mere sensation of Alpha's tongue against his, the slick slide, the rush of breath each time they had to part.
"What do you want?" Alpha Kim gasped, pulling away. Jungkook groaned at the mere notion of having to put sentences together.
"You know what to do. You know what to do."
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart"
"You won't. You—just don't leave."
"I won't. But—you'll tell me if I hurt you? If I do something you don't like."
"Yes."
"Promise me, Jungkook."
"I promise, I promise. Alpha, please."
"Taehyung," Alpha Kim corrected. Jungkook blinked up at him. "Taehyung. If only just for now. Please."
"Tae-hyung," Jungkook repeated, trying it out. It was sweet in his mouth. Taehyung smiled, a blinding thing that almost overtook Jungkook's need for a moment before it washed over him again.
This time, there was no rush in Taehyung's movements, but no hesitation, either. He undressed swiftly, exposing so much dark, rich skin that Jungkook couldn't stop himself from touching, from smoothing his hands over the broad chest, the strong shoulders. (A/N- ik yk wk, that caramel skin is just mwahh)
