Mine;Namjin

Kim Namjoon

      As I stare down at my adorably yet insanely innocent 'mate', I ponder if doing this now will maybe harm him in some way-mentally. I mean I'm all for getting it over with and teaching him quickly but at the same time my usually absent conscious combats my natural instincts to just take him.
      My moral dilemma is not noticed by the sweet flushed boy under me and I tighten my grip on the shower head. I had hoped the jets would calm him but seems to have had the opposite effect. I knew he was obviously a virgin-untouched-but I had assumed like most everyone else that he'd maybe pleasured himself in some way.
     I was wrong, apparently. He's far more innocent that I first thought and that's saying something. How can a boy go 17 years without having one erection or erotic thought? Especially an omega? How had his parents accomplished such a feat? Is his younger brother just as innocent and naive?
      It's a very dangerous thing for them to be out in the world full of hungry alphas and even betas. I suppose that's why he's never been released outside of his home...maybe I did end up with a better deal after all...the way I'm seeing it, his sister Jisoo is probably the least innocent and I highly doubt she's a virgin.
      That's not a requirement of mine but it's nice knowing no one else has ever touched your mate. I seem to have hit the jackpot because mine is completely untouched-even by himself. The thought makes my arousal spark further.
      I hesitantly place my hand on his knee and he jerks back scared and a low whine comes out of his plump wet lips. "Calm down, little one. I'm just trying to make you more comfortable, ok?" I never thought I'd use such a soft ridiculous tone with another man but...I can't not. He's working himself up to having a panic attack.
        He finally nods a little and I push his knee up and over, letting his silky smooth leg hang over the side of the tub. I can just barely see his erection bobbing under the bubbles and look forward to the cries and moans I'm going to force out of his soft throat.
      Turning the shower head on, I let it warm up and blast it to full speed-just letting it sit on the water while I keep eye contact with my terrified young omega.
      "Look at me. Seokjin, just focus on my eyes." I tell him, using my authoritative tone when he tries to look away. His wide eyes are filled with panic and pain and I know the throb in his groin is seriously hurting him.
     I slowly pick up the vibrating shower head and slip it under the water-his eyes staying glued to mine-he doesn't notice what I'm doing until I press the pressurized water head directly against his balls. I expect his reaction.
      He screams and grabs my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I continue to move it in a circular motion. His legs try to close protectively over his genitals but I force his leg to stay put over the tub and use my knee to hold his other still and open.
      "Ah! N-nooo...p-please stop! I d-don't like it!" He yells and breaks eye contact. He tries to jerk the shower head away from me but I push him back with one hand on his chest while he cries incoherently as I forcible push him to the brink of his first orgasm.
       "Stop it! I told you-I'm going to help you. Do you want it to go away? Do you want to feel better?" I demand, anger and lust battling inside me. 
      He gasps and reluctantly nods. "Y-Yes but...I'm s-scared..." his tears drop into the tub mingling with the water as I move the shower head down lower...lower until it's pressed right up against his ass cheeks. I know better than to reach down and part his cheeks so I can only maneuver it deeper against him until he moans-flushing bright red-and jerks his hips a little.
      Progress.
      I continue to move it back and forth from his ass to his balls. I want to press it against his pretty little dick but know that will probably scare him to unconsciousness and I don't need him drowning in my tub.
I keep watch on his expression as I slowly-oh so fucking slowly-slide my hand down his stomach. He doesn't seem to react and only focusing on what I'm doing with my other hand. With this in mind, I keep moving the shower head while my free hand very gently touches the base of his erection.
Making sure not to spook him-I slide my fingers around his length and lightly stroke him base to tip. He seems to finally catch on and shoves me away, closing his legs tightly. "No!" He screams and covers his chest with his arms.
I can see this is going to be done the hard way. How's the little omega going to react when his body takes him through his needing? It's not a pleasing thought. I actually don't enjoy forcing my partners but he's mine and I'm not giving him up to another who'll abuse him for his naivety. Even I'm not that cruel. Only just barely-of course.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare down at the cowering boy. "I suppose you'd rather suffer the hard way, yes?" I grit out through my teeth.
Swallowing back tears, he opens his mouth-but only hard pants come out. Shaking my head, I step out of the tub and hold out my hand. He gives me a shaking hand and I grasp onto it hard, pulling him out of the now cool water.
He curls in on himself trying to hide his body from my eyes and I can't help but notice his malnourished he is. Not on my watch. Reaching under the counter, I grab two towels and wrap one around my hips before wrapping the bigger one around him at the chest.
      His eyes meet mine and I see surprise and gratefulness in them as I carry him back into the bedroom. I ignore the raised bump under his towel. He's obviously not ready for that again and honestly? Neither am I. He needs to eat more than anything else right now anyway.
       I sit him on the bed and go to his dresser, rummaging through the clothing he brought. Of course it's all women's clothing. Oh well, it all looks good on him anyway. I can keep up the charade if he wants to.
      Not finding anything for him to sleep in, I pull out a pair of white panties for him then go to my own closet and pull out a extra large long grey t shirt.
I hand them to him before slipping a pair of pajama bottoms on myself and leaving him alone to make sure his food is ready. I need him healthy and lively if he's ever going to carry my young.