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The room is dimly lit, a low hum of background music filtering through the space, but the workers' side of the wall feels strangely cozy. On the other side of the wooden wall, a row of glory holes gives customers access to the workers’ lower halves nothing more, nothing less. There’s anonymity in the setup, detachment by design. But on Jimin’s side, things are a bit livelier.
Jimin lies comfortably on the padded surface, pillow tucked behind his head, legs spread on autopilot with his slick cunt mounted through the designated opening. A small TV is fixed onto the wall near him, playing the latest episode of his favorite drama. He sucks lazily on a red lollipop, tongue twirling as the taste dances on his tongue. His expression is slack, more invested in the screen than the alpha trying and failing to pound pleasure into him.
Beside him lies a girl with long lashes and bubblegum pink nails her name is Lia, which suits her perfectly. Swee sounding, innocent on the surface, though her moans can rival porn stars when she’s in the mood. Jimin often teases her about that.
“Oh my god, is he gonna kill her? No!! She doesn’t deserve that,” Jimin whines, his body rocking with the force of each shallow thrust from the alpha behind the wall, his thighs trembling .
“I like her character so much. I don’t want her out of this series!” Lia’s voice sounds breathless. her hand reaching blindly into the air.
“I know, right?” Jimin replies, lips parting as he licks his lollipop again. He feels the cock inside him slide, aided by the fresh slick his cunt produces out of habit more than pleasure. The alpha him picks up the pace, thrusts growing harder, sloppier but still Jimin doesn’t react.
“Oh shit,” Lia gasps suddenly, voice catching like static. Her back arches off the mattress, eyes rolling back as her hips buck involuntarily.
“What?” Jimin asks, glancing sideways at her hand hovering uncertainly. He reaches over so she can grab it.
“They—they’re eating me out,” she stutters, squeezing his hand tight, thighs trembling.
Jimin chuckles around his lollipop. “Lucky girl,” he mumbles, turning his attention back to the TV.
The alpha inside him tries to be impressive, rutting into him fast and deep, but all Jimin feels is mild friction and warm air on his thighs. His pussy reacts naturally, releasing slick to ease the process, but there’s no spark, no rush. Just a cock average, at best and a paycheck waiting at the end of his shift.
Then it happens. He feels the telltale pulse, the slick warmth of being filled. He rolls his eyes, not from pleasure but pure annoyance.
“Hey! Can’t you read?” he snaps, his small hand slips through the hole to the customer’s side, index finger pointing firmly at a sign he taped there himself.
No Cumming Inside!
“Sorry, gorgeous. Couldn’t help myself,” the stranger says, arrogance dripping from his voice. He zips his pants back up and disappears as casually as he came.
Jimin sighs, lollipop popping from between his lips. “Fucking amateurs.”
“I’m sorry alphas have to be such jerks sometimes,” Lia says, catching her breath after her orgasm.
“‘Sometimes,’ you said? All the time!” Jimin whines, contracting his vagina to push the alpha’s cum out, then rests his little feet against the footrest below. His eyes find his watch 8:21 p.m. Less than an hour to go. One or two more stupid alphas to handle, and he’s free for the day.
A few minutes pass in idle quiet, until fingers touch his thighs, pulling them up gently and spreading them apart. Someone steps between them from the other side of the wooden wall.
“Can you go again?” the stranger asks.
Jimin lifts a brow. “Bold of you to assume I came once today.”
“Are you serious? Not even once?” they say.
“Nuh-uh,” Jimin says around his lollipop, unbothered, wishing they’d stop talking and just fuck him so he can get it over with and go home.
He hears a spit, then feels a wet patch land on his puffy red cunt lips, swollen from spending three hours getting pounded. But the alpha’s touch is different. It’s soft. He doesn’t manhandle Jimin’s hips or yank his legs around like a ragdoll. He’s careful, gentle, like he knows this omega has had a rough day.
The stranger guides his cock to Jimin’s entrance and pushes in slow, and Jimin doesn’t know if it’s because he’s more sensitive at the end of the day or because this alpha’s cock is fucking big.
“Oh my god, Lia—” Jimin moans.
“What? Someone’s there?” she asks, frowning. No one’s touched her since the last alpha made her cum minutes ago, and the place has gotten quieter, close to closing time.
Jimin nods, eyes shut.
“Is he—hurting you?” she asks, worry coating her voice.
“No, he’s just so big. And—” Jimin gasps, his head tilting back. His fingers lose grip of the lollipop, but Lia catches it midair and pops it into her mouth,“—and knows how to use his cock,” he finishes, voice low. He doesn’t want the alpha to hear them praising him.
“You deserve it,” Lia says softly.
Jimin clings to the hoodie covering his small frame and, for the first time in a while he moans it's quiet, but it’s happening for real.. The cock hits his sensitive spot, making his breath hitch. Then the alpha's fingers find his pierced clit, that poor little bud that’s been neglected all day, and Jimin doesn’t think he can hold his orgasm back. His pussy tightens around the thick cock, wet with both slick and precum, hips trembling.
His orgasm hits, and a shy spurt of clear fluid sprays from his pussy, past the alpha’s cock. Jimin thinks, for once, he wouldn’t mind being filled.
But the alpha pulls out before finishing, choosing to respect the sign and comes on the floor instead. A sob escapes Jimin’s lips, disappointment heavy.
But the alpha doesn’t just leave. He lingers, brushing a soft caress along the inside of Jimin’s thigh, then presses a gentle kiss before stepping away.
∘°∘♡∘°∘
The next day Jimin is back in the same spot. Same wall, same setup, same routine. But everything feels a little different.
He can’t stop thinking about the alpha from last night, the way his cock felt inside him. It wasn’t just the size, though that alone had made Jimin's walls flutter. It was the way it moved, the way it filled him up without hurting, thick and long but not overwhelming. Just long enough to reach that bundle of sensitive nerves buried deep inside him. If that alpha ever comes back, Jimin is sure he could recognize his cock among thousands.
Today, Jimin’s lips are wrapped around a green apple-flavored lollipop, the tart taste coating his tongue. Yesterday it was cherry. His drama plays on the screen in front of him, distracting him slightly from the fact that his pussy has been getting pounded for hours already. Did he come? Of course not. Not once.
His back aches, his hips throb from being yanked and held too tight by rough, careless hands. Even his inner thighs sting now, skin stinging from the constant friction. The clock ticks. 8:16 p.m.
Jimin sighs, glancing toward Lia.
“Fifty four more minutes and then I’m treating you to my favorite restaurant,” she says through a soft moan. “The owner’s back, they were on vacation.”
“I don’t know if I can walk,” Jimin replies, face contorting as he shifts position, rolling onto his side with a wince.
“Does it hurt that bad?” Lia’s voice softens. “I think you should take a few days off.”
She’s serious. Jimin sometimes thinks that maybe seeing each other getting fucked, hearing each other's moans, complaints, laughter between sessions. Somehow it makes their relationship stronger. Maybe it’s true. But Jimin doesn’t want time off. Not yet.
He finally found someone who can make him feel something. A customer who can actually make him cum. ‘Found’ might be a strong word when he doesn’t know the alpha’s name, his face, nothing. Just what his cock feels like.
A hand brushes over Jimin’s ass, fingers softly pinching the flesh between them. Jimin whines behind his hand, heart racing. The same hand rubs over his skin, soothing the ache where bruises and raw spots bloom in different shades of pink. With a gentle thumb, the alpha parts his lips, exposing his pink hole, and Jimin clenches around nothing involuntarily.
The hand leaves, and Jimin doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. He honestly doesn’t think he can take another round.
“I swear, if he puts it in, I’m gonna cry,” Jimin whispers to Lia.
A sob escapes him as the wet tip of a cock presses against his entrance. His entire body tenses. But as it slowly slides in, not even halfway, he recognizes it.
The hands on his ass and thighs pause.
“Wait, does it hurt?” the alpha asks from the other side.
“Y-Yes,” Jimin whimpers.
The cock withdraws, and instead of forcing anything, the alpha gently presses himself between Jimin’s thighs. The friction is slick, his inner thighs are wet, slippery with slick and cum residue, and it makes for a smooth slide.
Jimin looks down. From his angle, he can just make out what’s happening—the head of the alpha’s cock sliding in and out from between the top of his thighs, his strong tattooed hands gripping him gently, and a silver bracelet glinting on the alpha’s wrist.
Jimin likes it. He likes that bracelet. And more than anything, he likes how this stranger handles him.
He knows he won’t cum today he’s too sore, but that’s okay. Instead, he watches as the alpha spills his cum between his thighs, hot and wet, a quiet sigh of release sounding from behind the wall.
Jimin doesn’t say anything. Just closes his eyes and presses his cheek to the pillow.
Maybe tomorrow.
Before the alpha pulls back fully, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the upper side of Jimin’s thigh. Jimin catches a glimpse through the hole just for a second. He sees part of his face, his soft lips, the tip of his nose, and messy black hair falling into his eyes.
Jimin stares, heart skipping a beat.
“Lia,” he whispers, still dazed, “he is so fucking hot.”
He hasn’t seen much but that is enough.
∘°∘♡∘°∘
The next day, Jimin finds himself back at the gloryhole, but this time his favorite alpha shows up earlier around 7:26 p.m. As the thick cock slowly pushes in and out of him, his soft moans escape without thought, mouth parted, eyes hazy with pleasure as he tries to stay focused on his favorite drama playing on the TV. His legs are held gently, nothing too tight, just firm enough to keep him open and comfortable. It doesn’t bother him. It’s him —the one who knows how to touch him, to treat him.
But the peace doesn’t last. A man’s voice cuts through the quiet.
“Hey, hurry up, man! it’s been fifteen minutes already.”
Jimin sighs, irritated by the interruption. Can’t they argue somewhere else?
But then, his eyes snap open. The voice he knows too well fills his ears.
“Do you think everyone comes fast like you?” the alpha growls, tone completely different from the gentle way he talks to Jimin.
“Think about that bitch who wants to come. Man, move if you don’t know how to please a bitch!”
Lia whines in the back as the alpha inside her slows his thrusts, clearly distracted by the fuss. His rhythm falters, and Lia groans in frustration, lifting her head slightly to glare toward the source of the noise. “Can they not?” she mutters, hips rolling impatiently, trying to get him to focus again.
“Are they fighting over who gets to fuck you?” she asks, breathless.
“I think so,” Jimin mumbles, nibbling at his nail.
The other alpha gets louder, closer, and Jimin has had enough. Without thinking, he kicks blindly to the side, his foot landing square against the man's chest.
“Stupid bitch!” the man yells, but staff rush in and pull him away.
Jimin covers his mouth with both hands. “I just kicked him in the chest,” he mumbles, shocked at himself.
“Oh my god, you did?!” Lia gasps, followed by a burst of laughter.
His left leg hovers awkwardly in the air until it’s gently guided on his alpha’s shoulder. The man’s hand strokes his hip with care, grounding him again. Butterflies erupt in Jimin’s belly, and his pussy clenches around the cock still inside him. The alpha feels it, Jimin can tell by the way a hand presses to his lower belly gently.
From his angle, Jimin can just see that hand, and without thinking, he reaches down. His fingertips graze the stranger’s, and naturally, they intertwine. Their hands stay clasped together across Jimin’s abdomen. The intimacy of it, the trust, it makes Jimin melt.
His cunt grows slicker, wetter, and a loud squelch fills the room as the alpha thrusts into him again.
After a few minutes, the drag of that thick cock and the warmth of the alpha's body start to tip Jimin over the edge. His hips begin to shake, movements jerky and shallow, struggling to stay steady with each thrust driving into him. Every stroke grinds just right, his overstimulated cunt clenching helplessly as wet sounds echo lewdly through the booth.
When the alpha slowly pulls his hand away from where their fingers are laced across Jimin’s belly, Jimin lets out a desperate whine. “No—” he whimpers, already missing the touch.
But then that hand dips lower. Fingers find his clit swollen, slick, sensitive from too much teasing and rub over it fast. Jimin’s breath catches, his eyes flying open as heat coils tight in his belly. It’s too much, perfectly too much.
“Oh—fuck, fuck—” he gasps, and then it hits.
His orgasm crashes through him like a wave. Clear fluid splashes out from his cunt in a sudden spurt, coating the alpha’s abs and cock. Jimin cries out, trembling, legs twitching as his pussy pulses around the cock buried deep inside him.
The alpha groans softly behind the wall, hips rolling through the aftermath. His cock fucks in shallowly, slow and wet, until only the swollen tip remains inside. Then he pushes back in, hard and deep, until Jimin is stretched full once more.
He doesn’t move after that, just stays buried in Jimin, letting him breathe. His thumb strokes Jimin’s hip with lazy care, soothing the sore skin. His cock inside Jimin twitches once, leaking precum deep in his cunt, but the alpha holds still.
Letting Jimin recover.
Jimin hums as he comes down from his high, his cheek pressed to the pillow, body limp and sticky with sweat. “I think I have a favorite one,” he purrs, voice airy, content, fucked-out in the best way.
But Lia doesn’t respond.
He glances toward her side, she’s got her eyes rolled back, lips parted, moaning softly as her alpha pounds into her with heavy, relentless thrusts. Too fucked out to care, to answer, to even notice him.
Jimin chuckles weakly, biting down on a grin. Yeah. He gets it.
Slowly, the alpha inside him starts to move again, grinding deep, dragging along his walls in a way that makes his cute toes curl. Jimin whines, trembling as another orgasm sneaks up on him, stolen without warning. And then another, wrung from him just as his body starts to relax. The alpha doesn’t ask if he can , only if Jimin can give him one more.
He moans around a fresh lollipop, today’s flavor sweet and tangy on his tongue, his body arching as the alpha starts fucking him harder. The rhythm grows more frantic, thrusts uneven, desperate, and Jimin can feel it. The way the alpha twitches inside him, the way his breath changes. He’s close.
So Jimin leans forward, an arm snaking through the hole, finding the alpha’s hips. He holds on tight, nails digging into skin just a little, and pulls him deeper and keeps him there. He doesn’t want him to pull out. He needs him to stay.
His omega needs it.
The alpha feels it too. “Hm? Want it inside?” he asks, teasing but gentle.
“Yes, please!” Jimin whines, barely able to hold it in, body trembling from exhaustion and need.
“Thought we weren’t allowed,” the alpha murmurs, referring to the handwritten no cumming inside sign still taped to the wall.
Jimin sobs, desperate. “Want yours… only yours is allowed—please, alpha!”
And the alpha doesn’t hold back anymore.
With a growl low in his throat, he thrusts deep and spills inside Jimin, thick and hot, filling him up until his cunt flutters around the cock still buried in him. His belly feels warm and full, stuffed with cum, and Jimin gasps at the stretch and heat and pressure.
When it’s over, the alpha pulls out gently, and Jimin doesn’t waste time. He reaches for his lollipop—the same one he’s been sucking—and presses the round white tip against his pussy, pushing it in like a makeshift plug. Just the stick pokes out from between his lips.
He hears the alpha chuckle.
“What—” the alpha says, amusement and awe mixed in his tone. “I wish I was allowed to take a pic.”
“You can,” Jimin answers softly.
A soft shutter sound follows.
“Will keep it for myself,” the alpha promises.
“I hope so,” Jimin purrs.
There’s a pause. And then the alpha speaks again, sounding a bit unsure for the first time. “Um… I—I don’t know if that’s too much but, can I ask for your number?”
Jimin stays quiet, letting his cunt answer for him, clenching tight around the lollipop in response.
Then, slowly, the alpha’s hand offers his phone through the gap. Jimin takes it, enters his number, and feels fingers caress his thighs tenderly while he types.
And like always, before the alpha leaves, he presses one more kiss to Jimin’s inner thigh.
Once he’s gone, Jimin slips the lollipop from between his legs now sticky and coated with cum and pops it back into his mouth with a satisfied hum.
That night, Jimin doesn't sleep.
He’s curled up on his bed in nothing but a hoodie and soft underwear, legs tangled in his sheets, phone glowing bright in the dark as he chats nonstop with the alpha—the one who made him cum like no one else ever had. His name is Jungkook. And Jimin decides almost immediately that it’s a sexy name.
Jungkook tells him that Jimin is cute, but adds with a smirking emoji that it doesn’t really match his job. Jimin laughs quietly, hiding his face in his pillow. He can’t disagree.
They don’t talk much about their personal lives. no deep confessions, no unnecessary backstory. Jungkook mostly has questions about the place. About how the booth works, how Jimin deals with everything, how he manages to stay sane while getting pounded by strangers for hours.
Jimin answers honestly, but keeps it light. Until he types:
JM: I won’t be there from Sunday to Wednesday. Those are my days off.
JK: So you only go in Thursday to Saturday?
JM: Yep.
Why? You planning to show up again?
JK: I’ll wait until Thursday. I’m not going if you’re not there.
Jimin grins at the screen, warmth rising under his skin.
JM: Wow . So you only wanna fuck me?
JK: Yes.
Is that a problem?
The boldness in Jungkook’s answer makes Jimin’s stomach flip. His toes curl under the blanket, and his thighs press together instinctively. He doesn’t reply right away, too busy biting back a smile and hiding from the butterflies that swarm his belly.
Jungkook texts again.
JK: I really like your body. Even if I didn’t see all of it.
Your pierced clit? So fucking cute.
I feel like having a pierced clit means you have a great personality too.
Jimin chokes on a laugh, burying his face into his blanket.
JM: You’re insane
I’m addicted to your cock. I don’t even know if I can wait until Thursday.
JK: Want to meet me after your classes?
I can clear my schedule and leave work earlier for you.
Jimin doesn't think. He barely even breathes.
Yes. he replies, fingers tapping fast.
A second later, Jungkook sends his address.
JK: I should go now
Didn’t mean to keep you up. You should rest too.
Good night, Jimin.
Jimin blinks at the screen, reading it twice. Then a third time.
It’s not just any address, it’s in Cheongdam-dong. One of the most elite neighborhoods in all of Seoul. Quiet streets, private villas, buildings where the rich live with doormen and security systems. Jimin had delivered food there once as a part-time job in high school and never forgot how the air even felt different there.
Jimin stares at the screen for a long while, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard.. He’s too caught up in the heat crawling under his skin, the butterflies in his belly, the way his thighs squeeze together without meaning to.
He pulls the blanket tighter around his body, lips pressing into a small dizzy smile.
So... that’s the kind of alpha he’s dealing with.
And Jimin isn’t sure if it terrifies him or turns him on more.