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Mood: Needs by Tinashe
"Don't light that shit in here," Jeongguk growls.
Mingyu freezes with a cigarette between his lips, lighter in hand. "Damn, since when?" he mumbles as he puts the cigarette away.
"Since I fucking said so. Jimin hates that smell in the car."
Mingyu rolls his eyes. "Fucking whipped, bro."
Jeongguk flips him off as he turns onto the freeway in his souped-up black Mustang. Purple underglow lights turn heads as he weaves through cars, driving well above the speed limit. If Jimin were in the car, he would be squirming in his seat, begging him to slow down by now.
In Jeongguk's opinion, he has a very valid reason for his heavy foot on the gas. He got a call from Jimin, freaking out that he had left his planner at home. So, thanks to him, his omega will get his precious planner in fifteen minutes flat.
It's been a few months since they graduated from college. They moved in together shortly after graduation, and just a few weeks ago, they celebrated Jimin landing a new job as a production coordinator.
Jimin has been working like crazy. Jeongguk has barely seen his omega since he started this job. He made time to bring Jimin lunch last week just so they could spend an hour together and give his omega a much-needed scenting. Jeongguk was annoyed half the time he was there because Jimin insisted on introducing him to his production manager. He doesn't even remember the guy's name.
Wooyoung? Hyunsik? Jae—fuck, who cares.
What he does remember is that he hated the way the alpha's sleazy eyes lingered on his omega's exceptional ass. That smug bastard looked unbothered the moment Jimin introduced Jeongguk as his alpha. The look on his face told Jeongguk everything he needed to know about the guy. Mid-thirties, clean-cut, thinks he can give Jimin something Jeongguk can't.
He smirks as he pulls off the freeway.
There's no way a guy like that can give Jimin what he wants. His omega is sweet and lovable, but he's a little freak in the sheets.
Jeongguk is sure nobody can give Jimin what he can.
He pulls up to the front of Jimin's work building and shoots him a quick text to tell him he's outside. Jimin walks out a few minutes later. He's wearing a taupe blazer with matching shorts that reach his mid-thigh. Jeongguk's eyes lock in on toned, freshly waxed legs. Glossy pink lips glisten in the morning sun as Jimin smiles and waves, rushing over to the car.
Jeongguk rolls down the window. Since Mingyu is in the car, he tries hard not to pop a knot at the sight of his pretty omega. Not being able to see Jimin also means not fucking Jimin, which ultimately results in a very agitated and horny Jeongguk.
Jimin rounds the car to the driver's side and rests his arms on the car door. Before he can get a word out, Jeongguk grabs the lanyard around Jimin's neck and pulls him into a greedy kiss. Jimin lets out a quiet moan, forgetting his surroundings.
Mingyu minds his business on his phone, used to their shamelessness. He simply hands Jeongguk the planner when they're done.
"Thanks!" Jimin says sweetly as he takes the planner from Jeongguk. "You saved me."
Jeongguk hums. "When are you off?"
Jimin wipes smeared lip gloss off Jeongguk's lips. "I think we'll actually be done at five today."
Jeongguk playfully tries to bite Jimin's finger. "I'll pick you up."
Jimin laughs, yanking his hand back. He leans into the car to give Jeongguk a quick chaste kiss, pulling away before he's pinned there for more. "Okay. Don't drive crazy."
Jeongguk carefully watches Jimin cross in front of the car and onto the sidewalk as he flips through his planner. He spots Jaesung or whatever the fuck his name is, standing outside the building doors smoking a cigarette, eyes on Jimin.
Charred clove bursts into the air, filling up the car.
"Ugh, damn." Mingyu pinches his nose.
"This motherfuck—" Jeongguk throws his seatbelt off and flings the car door open. He rounds the car to the other side. "Baby," he calls out as he leans against his car.
"Hm?" Jimin turns around, looking up from his planner.
Jeongguk crooks a finger at him, beckoning him over.
Jimin tilts his head and closes his planner as he walks towards Jeongguk. The moment Jimin reaches him, Jeongguk pulls him in roughly by his waist and grips the back of his neck. He stares at Jimin's manager as he leans down and licks across Jimin's scent gland. He scents Jimin thoroughly, making him squirm and let out breathy little mewls. His glowing gold eyes glare at the alpha, and the chump averts his eyes.
Jimin hums with a hazy expression. "You smell so good…So spicy."
Jeongguk can still smell Jimin's fresh honey scent. His alpha paces in his chest. It's not enough. Not nearly enough. He pulls Jimin even closer, nipping at his scent gland.
Jimin complains, patting Jeongguk's shoulder, "Later, I need to get back to work."
Jeongguk growls, but releases his omega from his clutches. Jimin smiles and taps Jeongguk under his chin before he turns to leave. Jeongguk spanks his ass just so he can watch Jimin squeal and scurry inside. He doesn't move from his spot until Jimin is safely inside the building, glaring daggers at Jimin's manager.
Mingyu rolls down the window and waves his hand around, trying to air out the car. "What's with you? You smell so agitated, like you're about to go into—"
"Rut." Jeongguk freezes with his seatbelt in his hand.
Damn, he knew something was off since last week. He's been chewing out the guys his father placed him in charge of at work. And just moments ago, he had to rein in his alpha. He was so close to throwing Jimin in the back seat and fucking him face down, mounting him like an animal. With the way he smells like burnt spicy clove, his rut will probably be here by the end of the week.
"Fuck. I need to prepare the house."
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Mood: Getting No Sleep by Tinashe
"Make sure they don't make you work overtime," Jeongguk's irritated, gruff voice filters through the phone. "We should've left last night."
"I know, I know." Jimin tucks the phone between his head and shoulder, needing both hands to sort through a giant stack of papers.
"Or I'm going in there and throwing you over my shoulder."
Jimin giggles as he stands up. The unhinged part of him welcomes that kind of stimulating scene. Never mind that this is his workplace and the beginning of his dream career.
"And you know I'll fucking do it."
Jimin hums. He pauses his sorting to take the phone into his hand. His eyes dart around the room before pressing it close to his lips. "Okay, oppa," he whispers, voice soft and lilting.
There's a beat of silence on the other end.
The sound of a crash.
"Omega, don't," Jeongguk growls.
"Fine," Jimin grumbles. "I'll see you at six."
He grins as he places his phone in the pocket of his trousers. He knows he shouldn't be teasing Jeongguk like this. Judging by the sounds he heard on the phone, he wouldn't be surprised if his hot-headed alpha broke something.
Jeongguk has been on edge all week.
He's been going to the gym twice a day, and coming home reeking of earthy clove with a tinge of spice. He's been restless. Staying up late, yet waking early to make sure Jimin doesn't leave their apartment without being scented to Jeongguk's satisfaction.
Jimin has been eating up every second of it, loving all the attention, except for the part where his alpha has barely touched him the entire week. He had to throw a fit last night just to get Jeongguk to cuddle him to sleep. It's obvious that his alpha is only holding back because of his impending rut, but Jimin can't help himself.
He doesn't want Jeongguk to hold back.
Even if this will be the first rut that they'll spend together. Actually, this will be the first time Jimin helps an alpha through a rut, period, and his omega is elated. It yipped in glee and ran circles in his chest when Jeongguk told him his rut was coming.
As soon as he's off work, Jeongguk is whisking him away to a vacation house in the countryside.
Hoseok thinks he's crazy for being this excited about an alpha's rut. Jimin had brushed it off since his best friend is a beta after all. When he confided in his omega friends from college, he was suddenly given their condolences. They rattled off every complaint they had stored away about their experiences with ruts. They whined about how sore and exhausted they were by the time their alphas were done with them.
When they remembered that Jimin's alpha is a Jeon, they each said a prayer for his ass and wished him luck.
Jimin found all of it amusing. His friends have no idea what deviant business he and his alpha get up to behind closed doors. All they know is soft, sweetheart Jimin. They're completely unaware that every single one of their complaints only entices him.
He can see it now.
Being tossed around. Fucked against the wall. Face pushed into the sheets and forced to take every single knot that Jeongguk has to give until he's crying, covered in slick and come.
He squeals internally just thinking about it.
Can't wait—
"Jimin-ssi?"
Jimin gasps as he almost drops the papers he was mindlessly stacking in his arms. He quickly composes himself. Trying not to look as if he was daydreaming about being pounded into a mattress by his—fingers crossed—feral alpha this weekend. He scolds his naughty omega, hoping his scent doesn't give away his filthy thoughts. He plasters a sweet, innocent smile on his face as he turns around.
"Yes?"
Taecyeon, his manager, shamelessly sniffs the air as he approaches. "Are the crew lists ready?"
Jimin cringes. Of course, his scent betrays him as per usual. He swiftly adds the last few documents to the pile in his arms. "Yup, I have them right here."
"Great," Taecyeon murmurs as he encroaches on Jimin's personal space with lewd eyes. "So…"
Jimin holds back an exasperated sigh. Pungent, mulled wine invades his nose. He can already tell he is not going to like the next thing that comes out of Taecyeon's mouth. At this point, he doesn't know what to do about his manager.
For weeks, he's gone out of his way to mention Jeongguk at every opportunity. There isn't a day that goes by that he isn't cloaked in clove, barely smelling of honey. He intentionally introduced Taecyeon to his alpha just in case his manager thought he was lying. He was so sure Taecyeon would finally get the picture after Jeongguk's perfectly timed possessive stunt the other day. But to his dismay, his manager isn't actually oblivious.
It turns out that Taecyeon is just a persistent, cocky alpha. Not the hot, confident kind of cocky like Jeongguk. No, he's the pompous asshole kind of cocky. The kind that makes a handsome face like his feel like an absolute waste.
Before his manager can flirt with him or, god forbid, ask him out, Jimin pushes a copy of the crew list into Taecyeon's chest and walks off. "I'd better go pass these out."
The rest of his workday flies by.
He sits in on meetings about the next drama they will be starting in a couple of weeks. He books flights and accommodations for their first filming site in Jeju and distributes scripts to the team. Before he knows it, he's in the bathroom changing out of his work clothes.
Jeongguk had told him that the drive to the countryside would take a couple of hours, so he brought something comfortable to wear. He pulls on a pair of cream linen shorts and a matching short-sleeve linen button-up. They're nearing the end of summer, yet the weather is still hot, so he leaves the top few buttons undone. His milky skin and collarbones peek out. He swears it's to stay cool, not to rile his alpha.
The corners of his lips curl into a sly smile as he applies a nude pink gloss and tousles his blond bangs. He grabs his tote bag and leaves the restroom, checking his watch on the way out. He quickens his steps, seeing the time. It's already five minutes past six. He makes it halfway through the lobby before a voice calls out to him.
"Jimin, hey!" Taecyeon trots up to him, a sleazy smile on his face. "Good work today."
"Oh, thanks." Jimin tries to walk past him. Jeongguk is probably itching to come inside and snatch him up. "I really need to—"
"What's the rush? It's Friday," Taecyeon chuckles as he steps slightly in front of Jimin. "Let's grab a drink together."
The exasperated sigh from earlier slips out, full force. "I really don't think this is appropriate—"
"C'mon," Taecyeon drawls. He leans in, completely ignoring Jimin's comment. "My treat."
"Look, my alpha is waiting—" Jimin steps back the moment he gets a whiff of smoky, burnt clove.
His eyes snap to the lobby doors to see his alpha making his way over with a crazed look in his golden eyes. Jeongguk looks like he's about to make good on that promise from earlier. Jimin ignores the purrs of his omega, suppressing the heat that stirs. He absolutely can not let his unhinged thoughts win right now.
Taecyeon waves a hand in the air, dismissing Jimin's comment again. "It's harmless. He doesn't have to know—"
Jimin tunes him out. Jeongguk is seconds away from reaching them with an arm stretched out in front of him. Probably to grab his manager and do, god knows what. He quickly steps around Taecyeon to stand in front of Jeongguk.
"Alpha," Jimin says sweetly, a hand on Jeongguk's chest. "I was just on my way outside."
Jeongguk stops in his tracks, but growls menacingly. His eyes pierce the alpha that stands behind Jimin. Taecyeon curses as they're wrapped in the scent of an irritated alpha in pre-rut.
"Let's go, hm?" Jimin rubs Jeongguk's chest. "Don't you want to scent me in the car?"
Jeongguk's gaze finally meets his. Jimin scrunches his alpha's white tee in his hand and gives his best puppy eyes, praying it works. He just started this job. He really can't have Jeongguk punching his manager's lights out, even though he absolutely deserves it.
Jeongguk grits his teeth and closes his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths before he opens his eyes. Dark brown irises greet Jimin. Jeongguk grabs Jimin's bag from his shoulder and snatches Jimin's hand into his.
Jimin sighs in relief. He turns toward Taecyeon just as Jeongguk starts to drag him away. "My answer will always be no."
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Mood: Look what you've done to me by Zandros
Jimin lazily blinks as he gazes out the window. Buildings and streetlights turn into valleys and rural land as they leave the city. He was barely able to close the car door before Jeongguk pounced on his neck. Licking, nipping, ignoring every one of Jimin's whines to scent him furiously. He's been stuck in a daze ever since, his mind too foggy to even care about his alpha's reckless driving.
Jeongguk speeds down the highway, tattooed hands gripping the steering wheel. He's eerily quiet with his eyes on the road. His scent has filled the car, growing thicker by the minute. It's warm and musky.
A cage of peppery cloves, teeming with arousal and vigor.
It's deliciously suffocating.
Jimin squirms in his seat. He lolls his head to the left, blinking the haze from his eyes. He takes in the vein that runs down Jeongguk's forearm. Muscles taut with tension and restraint. He inches his small hand over the center console, wanting to ease that tension. Fingertips graze over firm thighs covered in baggy jeans to feel a hard bulge.
His breath hitches, and he bites back a whimper. His nimble fingers take hold of the zipper.
Jeongguk grabs Jimin's wrist. "Jimin, no."
Jimin startles, letting go of the zipper. "Why," he whines, shaking his wrist. "I'm just trying to help take the edge off."
"There is no taking the fucking edge off." Jeongguk pushes Jimin's arm back to the passenger's side of the car. "There's only letting out the beast that you're not ready for right—"
"What?" Jimin's jaw drops, completely offended. His honey scent peeks through the thick cloud of clove, but it's sour. "You don't think I can handle it?"
"No—" Jeongguk glances at Jimin. He reaches over to squeeze Jimin's thigh. "Baby, I know you can fucking handle it. We just…"
"Just what?" Jimin huffs with pouting lips. He pushes Jeongguk's hand off his thigh.
Jeongguk growls. He keeps his eyes on the road as he reaches over to shove his hand between Jimin's legs. Jimin weakly pushes at his hand, relenting when Jeongguk roughly squeezes the inside of his thigh.
"We need to get to the damn house first." Jeongguk's voice trails off when he hears the tiniest moan escape Jimin. "Be…"
The irrational fit that was bubbling inside Jimin fizzles. Jeongguk's warm hand slides up, kneading his plump thigh. Jimin squeezes his thighs together, feeling heat stir. Any protest left on his tongue melts away.
"Be—Be patient," Jeongguk grits out, punctuating each word with a bruising grip. He sounds like he's speaking more to himself than to his omega.
Jimin sulks. Jeongguk usually loves it when he gets like this. He supposes he'll have to save his brattiness for later. Jeongguk's alpha is probably anxious, wanting to get somewhere safe before he finally succumbs to his rut. It's a perfectly reasonable request, really.
Jimin concedes with a sigh. "Okay," he whispers.
He dozes off, lulled by Jeongguk's chill drive playlist. The car bounces around on an unpaved road, jostling him from sleep. His eyes flutter open to see a house surrounded by tall, lush trees. This isn't what he imagined when Jeongguk mentioned the countryside. He thought they would be staying in a cute cottage surrounded by farmland. Not a modern house in the middle of the woods.
Jimin walks up the driveway, gazing up at the extravagant house. He takes in the clean lines, dark colors, and minimal aesthetic. It definitely matches his alpha's style. It was a gift from Jeongguk's father, although he rarely uses it.
Jimin bites his lip when he notices the large, floor-to-ceiling windows. Jeongguk is definitely going to fuck him against those. His mind supplies him with images of foggy windows and his bare body on display for the dark, vast forest. Busy daydreaming again, he doesn't see the large cluster of rocks in his path.
"Ah!" He trips, hand reaching out to grab onto the back of Jeongguk's shirt.
Jeongguk snorts as he opens the door. "So clumsy, babe."
Jimin swats Jeongguk on the back as he steps into the house. The interior is surprisingly cozy. It's reminiscent of their apartment. Minimal, but decorated in warm neutral colors and soft fabrics. Jeongguk gives him a tour—living room, kitchen, upstairs loft, patio, and steaming spa.
The air is stale as they make their way through the house, though that won't be a problem for long. Jeongguk's scent is becoming exponentially more aggressive, imposing. It reaches out, clinging to every surface. Marking everything in sight. Most omegas would probably feel anxious around Jeongguk's rut scent. Jimin had been concerned he would be the same, knowing how primal Jeongguk's genes are, but he feels quite the opposite.
Jimin leans on the kitchen island after another scenting, feeling good and tipsy. He pops a grape into his mouth while he admires his alpha's broad back. "Where's our room? I want to put my bag in there."
Jeongguk hesitates as he grabs the next bag of groceries to place in the fridge, scent spiking. He clears his throat. "We'll go there in a few minutes."
Jimin spots some meat and vegetables in Jeongguk's hands. "What are you gonna cook for me?"
"A fucking feast when I'm not out of my mind in a couple of days," Jeongguk says.
Jimin giggles, grabbing a few more grapes to munch on while he waits for Jeongguk to finish storing the groceries.
Jeongguk grabs a box of energy bars and a case of bottled water from the pantry. Sweat beads along his forehead and neck. "Let's go."
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Jimin follows his alpha to the dark room at the end of the hallway. The lights flick on. His eyes are immediately drawn to the glass wall across from the bed, a massive window to the pitch black forest that hides whatever lurks at night.
"Curtains open or closed?" Jeongguk asks.
Jimin blushes at the depraved thoughts floating around in his head. He blames his alpha for the person he has become. "Open…"
Jeongguk hums. "Yeah, of course you want it open." His voice is strained, huskier than normal. "Fuck, it's hot."
Jimin places his bag on the table, turning to face Jeongguk. "I'm actually not that hot—"
He can't finish his sentence because his attention is snatched by what's hanging above the headboard of the bed. Mounted on the wall hang two thick silver chains that have metal cuffs lined with black padding, resting against the headboard. They look new, strong, and sturdy, not like the small leather wrist cuffs they use at home. They had talked about getting mattress restraints for their bed at home, but he's surprised to find what Jeongguk prepared for them here.
Jimin bounces on his heels. Honey laced with cinnamon sweetens in the air. He has no idea why, but once Jeongguk tames his bratty omega, he loves giving up control. Allowing himself to be restrained and overtaken with pleasure. He eagerly looks around the room, searching for any other toys Jeongguk may have brought. He doesn't see anything familiar, but he does see something intriguing.
On the nightstand lies a muzzle. It's all black, including the basket that goes over the nose and mouth. They've never used a muzzle before, but they have dabbled in some pet play recently. Jeongguk gave him a new nickname that night. Jimin nibbles on his plush lip, feeling hot and bothered just thinking about that night. He's excited to try something new.
"Baby." Jeongguk roughly takes off his shirt. He yanks at the fly of his pants with too much strength, ripping the zipper open. The room floods with warm and spicy, smoked clove as he removes his jeans. "It's time."
Jimin sucks in a breath, his omega vibrates in his chest. With a giddy, scent-drunk pep in his step, he rushes to set his phone down on the table in the corner of the room. He begins to unbutton his top as he turns around to get situated on the bed.
"Hm?" Jimin stops, confused why Jeongguk is getting onto the bed. "How are you gonna cuff me if you're in the bed?"
Jeongguk groans at Jimin's words. He scoots back against the headboard. "I fucking wish it was, but it's not for you."
"What?" Jimin squeaks, bitter honey bursts into the air. Of course it's for him. Who else could it be for? "Why not—"
"It's for me,” Jeongguk says through gritted teeth, like he can’t stand the taste of the words. “And you need to put that on me, too.”
Jeongguk points at the muzzle on the nightstand. Just moments ago, the muzzle was a shiny toy, something new. Now, it suddenly feels like a punishment, but not the kind of punishment that Jimin greedily welcomes.
Jimin shakes his head with parted lips. "W-Wait…This isn't…"
This is far from what Jimin had fantasized about all week. He was supposed to get fucked in any and every kind of position. He was ready to be ravaged, to be dominated by his rut-crazed alpha until Jeongguk was satiated. But more importantly, no alpha wants to be suppressed during their rut. To have their primal needs, their urges, be shackled tight. Especially, an alpha like Jeongguk.
Jeongguk shouldn't be restrained.
He should be free.
Jimin runs a hand through his blond, wavy hair. "No, I…I don't want to do that. Why would you do that to yourself?" his words frantically spill from his mouth as he talks wildly with his hands. "You don't need to be restrained. I'm your omega, not some random person off the streets."
"Yes, I fucking do. You know how primal my alpha is. I already feel half feral when I spend my ruts alone. Being with you…" Jeongguk gazes at Jimin, gold swirling in his eyes. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths. "No. No, I could lose control and do something that you're not ready for—"
"No," Jimin whines, placing a hand over his heart. "You wouldn't. I trust you, my omega trusts you."
His words hang in the silence of the room. Jeongguk's eyes soften for just one fleeting moment, and then it's gone. Gold engulfs brown irises. They speak to Jimin, loud and clear.
Mount. Fuck. Claim.
Jimin shudders at the fiery intent, the want dripping from golden eyes. He trusts Jeongguk. He truly does. But in this state, Jeongguk could overpower him and claim his neck before he knew it. They would be bonded forever. It would change everything.
There's a palpable shift in the air.
The earthy, bitter clove that saturates the room is virile and stifling. There's a tinge of something unfamiliar in Jeongguk's rut scent. A cloying pinch of vanilla sweetness. An alluring trap that calls to Jimin.
Claimed…Would that really be so bad?
Jeongguk balls the white sheets in his hands, taking deep breaths through his nose. "No, it's too fucking dangerous, Jimin. You have to hurry up and put it on me."
"No." Jimin stubbornly takes a step back. His omega hates this terrible idea.
"Don't—Don't fucking move any farther away," Jeongguk growls. He moves to get off the bed, but stops himself, making a tear in the sheets. "Get over here and put this shit on me. I can't do it myself, my alpha doesn't want it."
"My omega doesn't want it either!" Jimin yells. He wriggles his body, stomping his foot in a fit. "I can't do this, Alpha."
"Yes, you fucking can," Jeongguk rasps. His voice drops an octave, gold eyes pinning Jimin where he stands. "Because you're a good omega."
Jimin whimpers at those words. This isn't fair. Jeongguk knows exactly what those words do to him. His eyes sting as he scrunches his face, desperately trying not to take a step back.
Jeongguk grimaces, tearing a bigger hole in the sheets. "C'mon, baby, you can do it."
Jimin wants to fight it, but he simply can't. The need to be a good omega is stronger than his desire to keep Jeongguk free from the chains. He drags his feet as he approaches the bed.
Jeongguk slowly lifts his arms, fighting his alpha to allow Jimin to do what needs to be done. Jimin pouts with watery eyes as he secures the cuffs. A few tears escape his eyes when he fastens the muzzle on his alpha. He notes the minimal lack of slack the chains give. There's enough slack for Jeongguk to slide down the bed a bit, but not enough for his alpha to hold him or touch him the way he wants.
"Aren't your arms going to hurt?" Jimin sniffles, wiping his face. He tries one more time to convince Jeongguk to give up on this plan. "Can't we just leave the muzzle on?"
"You know it won't stay on if my hands are free. I'll be fine. Don't worry, Omega."
Jimin sighs as he takes a few steps back to take a look at the terrible thing he's done to his alpha. His eyes widen, and his lips part. Words escape him. His eyes trail rippling sun-kissed muscles glistening in a sheen of sweat. Two-a-day workouts at the gym have given Jimin a delicious feast for his eyes.
Jeongguk looks like a chained, savage beast.
All that strength, restrained, just for him. His omega perks up at the rare opportunity to play.
Maybe…this could be a little fun.
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Mood: 5 to 10 by Don Toliver
"I bet you have something under there to show me."
Jeongguk's voice startles Jimin from his gawking at his alpha's body. His cheeks flush as he unbuttons his top. It slips off his shoulders and onto the floor. His shorts follow soon after. He points his toes as he takes a step forward, sliding the garment off his feet. He's wearing light purple, lace jock briefs that say Spank me in white along the waistband, his ass completely bare.
"Turn around," Jeongguk says, shifting on the bed, cursing the briefs he forgot to take off before he was cuffed.
Jimin gives him a saccharine sweet smile. He shifts his hips, turning slowly to show off the way his cheeks spill over the straps that hug tight under the curve of his ass. He gives Jeongguk a quick peek of only the side of his ass before he spins in a circle, landing forward.
Jeongguk growls at the tease, scent flaring. His hands wrap around the chains, pulling them taut. The metal creaks under the pressure. Cinnamon honey slick trickles out between Jimin's cheeks at the sight of Jeongguk's biceps flexing, a vein visible along the angry, firm muscles.
"Are those even gonna hold you, Alpha?"
"Fuck, I don't know. Just—Just come sit on my dick, kitten."
The need in Jeongguk's voice makes his omega purr. He slinks over to the foot of the bed, feeling the heat of golden eyes watching his every move. He gets on the bed, crawling across it. Slow and calculated like a feline. He trails a graceful hand down firm pecs, giving a twist to erect nipples. Jeongguk groans at the touch. The sound shoots a heated tingle between Jimin's thighs.
His petite hand traces defined abs down to the hard bulge threatening to burst through black cotton briefs. He peels back the briefs, watching Jeongguk's perfect cock flop out. It's big and leaking so much precum. He's always found his alpha's cock to be somehow intimidating yet pretty at the same time. Jimin leans down, rubbing his plump lips over the head. Lips glistening with precum. He licks his lips as he looks up at Jeongguk.
"Don't play around. Fuck—"
Jimin ignores him, taking his alpha's cock into his mouth. Jeongguk wants to hurry up and feel his omega, but Jimin wants to have his fun first. He swirls his tongue around the head, drags it along the shaft. He wraps his hand around the base and relaxes his throat to take Jeongguk in as far as he can, humming when his lips meet his hand.
He faintly hears Jeongguk growl and the clang of chains above them. His alpha's brute protests light a fire in his stomach. He's so turned on that his tight lace briefs are squeezing his hard cocklet. He removes his hand from the base, wanting more. Wiry hairs tickle his nose as he takes Jeongguk's cock farther than ever before.
He inhales deeply through his nose, feeling delirious from the potent spiced vanilla clove that invades his senses. It makes his mouth water. He sloppily bobs his head, spit leaking out the sides of his mouth. He pushes the front of his briefs down to free his cocklet. A mewl escapes him as he takes it into his hand, still greedily sucking Jeongguk's cock.
"Don't," Jeongguk demands. "Don't you fucking dare."
Jimin pulls off Jeongguk's cock with a wet pop. A sly smile spreads across his messy mouth, coated in spit and precum. Syrupy honey slick drips down his thighs under the irritated golden gaze that glares down at him behind a muzzle.
"Oppa," Jimin says, voice sweet and lilting as he strokes his cocklet. "I don't have to listen to you right now."
Jeongguk snarls, scent exploding in the air. He rattles the chains, opening his mouth to sneer his displeasure. Jimin dips down to take his alpha's cock into his mouth before Jeongguk can complain. Instead of words, he pulls a deep moan out of Jeongguk, making the alpha throw his head back. The sound of Jeongguk's head hitting the headboard echoes in the room.
In the back of his mind, Jimin knows that what he's doing right now would normally earn him either a mean edging until he cries or a bright red, sore ass. Unfortunately for Jeongguk, he's restrained, and Jimin has every intention of making his alpha come with his mouth. He even welcomes the challenge of pulling a knot out of his alpha like this.
Or at least that's what he intended, but the near-feral growls, the moans, and the taste on his tongue have his hand gripping his cocklet tighter, stroking it faster. Lost in the feeling, his climax rushes to the surface. He doesn't realize he's not even moving his head anymore, just uselessly holding Jeongguk's cock in his mouth, drooling around it.
Jeongguk grumbles something that Jimin doesn't register. He feels his alpha move under him, suddenly thrusting his hips. Jeongguk's cock hits the back of his throat. Jimin gags, tears springing to his eyes. It sends him over the edge. He spurts come all over the sheets with a muffled moan around the cock pressing on his throat.
He pulls off Jeongguk's cock and slumps forward, flushed cheek pressed against hard abs. His chest heaves as he sits back on his haunches between his alpha's legs. He blinks at Jeongguk with mascara-smudged, hazy eyes as he comes down from his orgasm.
"Done?" Jeongguk grimaces, writhing in pain. "Are you gonna fucking listen now?"
Post-climax clarity has Jimin feeling a bit remorseful. He's the only one having a good time. Jeongguk is quite literally aching to feel him. He needs to reel in his bratty omega, but mischievous words slip out before he can stop them. Why is he like this?
"I don't know, maybe…"
"Omega, I may be in rut, but I remember everything that happens during my ruts, unlike most alphas. And I will remember this." Jeongguk growls fiercely and yanks on the chain. "Sit on my cock, right fucking now."
Ah, that's why.
Jimin's scent sweetens, slick drips onto his ankles. Nothing gets him going like his riled-up alpha. "Okay, okay. I was going to anyway."
"Turn around so I can see."
Jimin turns around to face away from Jeongguk and straddles his alpha's legs, leaning forward on all fours. "Let me just…"
He reaches back to press two fingers into his slick hole to prep himself. They haven't been able to have much sex since he started his new job. He's really going to feel the stretch today. He adds a third finger to work himself open, mewling at the sensation.
"That's enough," Jeongguk says impatiently.
Jimin giggles softly. He pulls his fingers out and scoots back, positioning himself. He's dripping slick all over Jeongguk's cock when he reaches back to guide it in. They both moan at the feeling of Jeongguk pressing into his hole. Jimin leans forward a bit to make sure his alpha can see him taking his cock so well.
"Fuck, finally." Jeongguk lets out a sigh of relief when Jimin's hips meet his. "Put those thick thighs to work, baby. I need you."
Jimin preens at the request. He gets to work, lifting his hips and dropping them back down. He grips Jeongguk's thighs as he rides his alpha like it's the last thing he'll do. He rolls his hips, uncaring that his briefs have rolled back up, trapping his cocklet in the waistband.
There's barely a hint of his honey scent mingling in the air. He drowns in the thick, tantalizing scent of Jeongguk's rut. He can feel how much his alpha wants him, needs him. Jeongguk is wound so tight, it doesn't take long for his knot to grow.
"W-Wait—" Jimin gasps, feeling the knot grow larger than usual. His hips stutter at the unbelievable stretch. "It's—Oppa, it's big, too big."
"'Cause of my rut," Jeongguk croaks. The chains smack against the wall as he lifts his hips to help seat his knot.
Jimin whimpers. He loves the stretch, but he's not sure he can fully take this knot on his own. It would be a different story if Jeongguk were free to pin him down and make him take it.
"Almost there, baby." Jeongguk uses the chains as leverage, thrusting hard to meet Jimin's hips as he comes down. "You can take oppa's knot. I know you can."
Jimin's scent sweetens, coaxed by his alpha's words. He lifts his hips, almost to the tip, and drops down as hard as he can. He's so close. He can feel it. He does it one more time, and slick gushes out of his hole, helping the big knot to slip right in. It stretches him so wide that it hurts, but it also presses against his sweet spot.
They come together with his head thrown back, squeezing the knot tight. His come splashes on his stomach as Jeongguk fills him up. He falls back, going lax against his alpha. He closes his eyes, feeling their chests rise and fall together as they catch their breath.
After some time of waiting for the knot to go down, he feels Jeongguk rustle behind him. He hears his alpha sniff around the back of his head. Something rough and stiff rubs against his shoulder. Jeongguk is mindlessly nuzzling his neck, trying to scent him. Jimin tilts his head to the side, needing the scenting just as much as Jeongguk. He waits for his alpha's pheromones to wash over him, but all he feels is the rough muzzle grating against his skin.
This isn't right.
If the muzzle weren't there, he would feel a nose gliding across his neck, then sharp teeth grazing over his scent gland, threatening to claim him. With how aggressively possessive Jeongguk's scent is right now, it wouldn't take but a minute for Jimin to be claimed.
Release his omega whispers.
Jimin snakes an arm behind Jeongguk's head, fingers searching for the buckle of the muzzle.
Jeongguk jerks his head back. "Don't."
Jimin's scent wilts. A bubble of emotions rises in his chest, getting stuck in his throat. He wants to cry. "I don't…like this," he sniffles.
"I know," Jeongguk says.
Jimin lays his head back on Jeongguk's arm. Jeongguk rests his head against the side of Jimin's head, whispering his praises while they wait. His alpha tells him how good he's being, how good he's making him feel, and how much he wants him. The comforting words calm the overwhelming emotions temporarily, but there's this heavy feeling that lingers. It feels so much like…rejection?
Once the knot goes down, Jimin lifts off Jeongguk's cock. He tries to turn around quickly, but Jeongguk's voice stops him.
"Let me see."
"N-No," Jimin stutters. He knew Jeongguk would want to see it. He covers his ass with his hands. He's too embarrassed to show Jeongguk. He can already tell his hole is stretched too much.
The chains slam against the wall. Jeongguk gets worked up again, his vigor returning. "Show me right fucking now."
Jimin whines, but tilts forward. He spreads his cheeks, giving Jeongguk the perfect view of his wrecked hole. He squirms, feeling come mixed with slick sliding down his perineum, making him feel ticklish.
"Fuck. Fuck." Jeongguk groans.
"Are you done yet?" Jimin complains.
"Turn around," Jeongguk's voice cracks with urgency. "Hurry up and turn around."
"Hm?" Jimin makes a confused sound. He turns around to face Jeongguk and straddle his legs.
"I need you to mark yourself."
Jimin's omega perks up. "M-Mark? How?"
"Get some of my come." Jeongguk nods his head at Jimin's puzzled expression. "Do it."
Jimin reaches back, leaning his head on his alpha's cuffed arm. He whimpers against Jeongguk's ear as he presses his fingers in his hole, trying to gather the come that leaks out.
"Rub it on your neck, baby."
Realization dawns on his face, understanding what Jeongguk wants him to do. This was definitely one of the many complaints he heard from his omega friends. There has to be something wrong with his friends, not him. Why wouldn't they want to be scent-marked by their alphas? Just looking at the crazed look in Jeongguk's eyes as he rubs come all over his neck makes him want more than just a scent mark.
"Yeah, just like that." Jeongguk purrs. "Get more—Yeah, rub it on your pretty little cock."
"Fuck," They say in unison.
Jimin mewls as he strokes his cocklet, still feeling sensitive. He can feel Jeongguk's cock hardening under his ass. He rocks his hips, grinding his ass against it. Sweat beads at the back of his neck. The room feels like it's heating up.
"You look so fucking sexy, kitten. Lift those hips."
Jimin rises on his knees, letting Jeongguk slip right in as he eases back down. "Want this off," he pouts, pulling at the chains.
Jeongguk shakes his head. "No, you're gonna ride me till we pass out."
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Jimin turns the shower on, leaving the temperature on cold. His skin felt warm to the touch when he woke up and peeled himself away from Jeongguk. He thought it was because he was pressed against his alpha's chest, but he still feels a bit heated. Cool water rains down on his achy body. His core and thigh muscles are so sore.
Jeongguk told him to ride him till they passed out, and that's exactly what he did for hours. He can't believe he's even standing right now. This must be the payoff from all those yoga and kickboxing classes he started taking at Jeongguk's gym.
Peeling himself away was no exaggeration. His body was so sticky and crusty before hopping in the shower. For hours, Jeongguk kept mentioning how sweet he smelled. Too sweet, he would grumble before demanding Jimin scent mark himself, over and over again.
He lathers his neck with soap, lightly scrubbing the area clean. It's red and irritated from all the rubbing. Every time he scent-marked himself, he couldn't help wishing that there was something more permanent there.
After cleansing the rest of his body, he dries off and pulls on Jeongguk's white t-shirt from yesterday. Every thread is soaked in his alpha's rut scent. He tucks his nose under the collar to take a deep inhale as he leaves the bathroom, eager to get back to his alpha. Jeongguk is still knocked out where he left him after wiping the alpha's body down. Though it's not like he could go anywhere thanks to those damn chain cuffs.
At some point last night, Jeongguk became non-verbal—only grunts and growls. He refused to let Jimin feed him. Only drinking water from a straw through the basket of the muzzle. One of the wall mounts for the chain cuffs is nearly pulled out of the wall, crooked, and hanging on by one measly screw. More than being tired from his rut, Jeongguk is exhausted from fighting himself for hours. There's even a bluish-purple mark beginning to appear on the alpha's wrists, bruising from the cuffs.
Jimin pouts, sweet honey souring. He hates this. He's had enough of it. The same wild, overwhelming emotions from last night bubble forth. Why are they doing this? Why is his alpha chained up? Why can't he be free? Why isn't he…
"Chasing me," Jimin whispers.
Suddenly, everything makes sense. A thrilling heat stirs in the pit of his stomach. His omega whispers that word again, like a little devil on his shoulder. There's a simple solution to his woes.
Jimin runs a hand through his alpha's messy black hair. Jeongguk sleeps soundly, neck limp, and head resting against the headboard. Jimin reaches up to quietly release one cuff, making sure to place Jeongguk's arm at his side gently. There's still no sign of stirring, so he does the same to the other arm. He reaches for the muzzle, but freezes when Jeongguk grumbles something incoherent. His alpha's nose twitches, but soon loud snores fill the room. He decides to leave the muzzle as is and instead lays a clean pair of black briefs on Jeongguk's lap.
He slips out of the bedroom.
Bare, nimble feet take him down the hall past the guest rooms, past the kitchen, and right past the living room to the front door. He opens the door to a dawning sky. The sun is barely peeking out above the shaded forest.
He takes a moment to look behind himself. The house is quiet. Still. He takes one long, deep breath, feeling heat simmer, slowly spreading through his body. With a clear head, he turns back toward the forest.
And he takes off.
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Mood: Want by Taemin
Jimin pumps his arms, shirt fluttering as he whizzes past trees. His bare feet pound the cold ground, dirt kicking up behind him. He turns left, right. Ducks under low branches, nearly snagging his shirt.
This is crazy.
This is absolutely insane.
He's running in the woods, ass out, for fucks sake. His thigh muscles are screaming. Adrenaline pumping in his veins. All he can comprehend about this ludicrous situation is that he has officially given in to his deepest primal desires.
Only Jeongguk can make him like this.
Make him throw away all rationale. Make him feel alive and more connected to his omega than ever before. Make him feel savage, thirsting for more more more. Maybe…Maybe he's the real feral one between the two of them.
It's been well over a year since he first drove Jeongguk mad trying to make the hot-headed bad boy his alpha. Or rather, surprisingly confirmed that Jeongguk was already his. Even still, he remains bat shit crazy about the alpha.
The flame that ignited between them has never once cooled.
And it never will.
Jimin slows his pace, gasping for air. His steps wind down to a stop. He turns around in a circle, fanning his shirt. He can't tell how far he ran from the house. Everything looks the same—bushes, trees, rocks, dirt. If Jeongguk doesn't chase after him, he's about to be a lost, lonely omega in the middle of nowhere.
A twig snaps behind him.
He spins around with a gasp, eyes darting around searching for his alpha. Leaves rustle somewhere off to the right. His head whips to the side, finding a trembling bush. He takes an uneasy step back, holding his breath. He might already be caught.
A squirrel darts out.
Jimin squeals, a hand flying to his chest. He sighs heavily, whispering to himself, "Get it together, Jimin."
It was just a cute little squirrel this time, but it won't be long before it's a big alpha creeping up on him. Jeongguk is bound to be woken up by another wave of his rut anytime now, if he hasn't already. He'll be agitated the moment he doesn't feel Jimin pressed against him. Jimin nibbles on his lip. He doesn't exactly have a plan. He's just digging deep, tapping into his most primal instincts to feel the pull of his omega.
Hide.
Jimin walks further into the forest, looking for a good hiding place. He spots a group of large wild bushes nestled together. It's perfect. He burrows into the thicket, settling in amongst white flowers that have speckles of red. He hopes the sweet flowers help to hide his scent because it's quickly becoming sickeningly sweet.
Just as Jimin begins to get bored with waiting, he hears another twig snap. This time, the wispy hairs on his arms stand up. He stills on crouched knees, catching a whiff of clove.
He's here. He's definitely here.
Jimin waits with bated breath, heart rate picking up speed. His skin is heating up again, moist with a sheen of sweat. Bitter vanilla clove creeps into the thicket, seeking him out. He covers his mouth, desperately holding back a whimper at the enticing scent that calls to him.
A sound of rustling draws closer.
"You can't run from me, Omega…You know that."
Jimin shudders at Jeongguk's deep voice, hoarse from all the growling throughout the night. It's the same voice that commanded him, even while shackled in chains. Now, it draws near, unrestrained with slow, measured steps right in front of his makeshift hideout.
Through leaves sprinkled with morning dew, he can see black briefs that hug muscular thighs and a well-endowed bulge stalk right past him. He tenses, eyes squeezing shut.
Not yet. This can't end just yet.
The ghost of a tickle on his leg catches his attention. For one second he regrets running into the middle of the woods because there's a fucking spider on his thigh. He silently screams, swatting at the foul creature only to lose his balance and fall backward. A sharp branch catches him, poking his bare ass. He has to bite his lip to stop himself from yelping. He rubs his sore ass cheek with a pout and curses internally. The bush definitely rustled.
He waits for the inevitable, but the crunch of footsteps only gets farther and farther away. He waits an extra beat of silence before he pokes his head out of the thicket.
Jeongguk is nowhere to be found. Just the remnants of bitter clove are left behind.
Jimin crawls out of the thicket and brushes himself off. With a sly smile, he doesn't waste any time. He confidently heads in the opposite direction from his alpha.
Come find me—
He doesn't get far before he feels the heat of predatory eyes. He instinctively steps back slowly, eyes flitting about. He's been caught. He can feel it.
Sunlight peeks through the forest canopy. His eyes snap to a glint of gold hidden among leaves.
Hungry golden eyes set his entire body ablaze. Alluring honey and cinnamon burst into the fresh forest air. He takes a step back, slick spilling out from between his cheeks. He can feel his omega crawling to the surface. Rising to bait his alpha, tempting Jeongguk to come and get him.
He takes another step back.
A tattooed hand pulls back foliage. Jeongguk emerges from a thicket tucked behind a tree. He doesn't approach Jimin. He stands at a distance, slightly crouched. His hair is brushed back, off his conflicted, handsome face. There is no muzzle, and he's bare except for the briefs Jimin left out for him.
"I know you love to play games, Omega…" Jeongguk's hands curl into tight fists at his side. His body is tense, muscles corded. "But this time, you're going to regret it."
Jimin shakes his head. He knew Jeongguk would be like this even with his rut-clouded brain. His alpha may be rough around the edges, but he's so caring and loving. "I won't ever regret this. Why would I?"
Jeongguk looks taken aback by the confidence in Jimin's voice. His nose twitches, sniffing the air. "You're—"
"I know." Jimin nods, feeling the first wave of his triggered heat building. "Because of your rut."
Jeongguk lurches forward as if to stalk toward Jimin. He stops himself, arm shooting out the side to grab onto a branch. It snaps under his grip. "Fuck," he says, taking a few steps back.
Jimin takes a step toward him. He refuses to let Jeongguk hold himself back any longer.
"Stay there," Jeongguk growls.
"Then stop backing up! Come to me," Jimin yells.
"Jimin, what—Do you even know what you're asking for?" Jeongguk furrows his brow. He grabs onto a thicker branch, clenching his jaw. "You want to be tied to me forever? Pupped? Cause that's what's about to fucking happen. You better hope you can somehow outrun me back to the house."
Jimin smiles softly. He knows they're young, but whether it happens now or later, it doesn't matter. It's bound to happen. Jeongguk already bites his neck, just shy of his scent gland, every time he knots him. They'll always be on the cusp of Jeongguk's teeth sinking into his neck to be bonded forever.
"I know all of that." Jimin dismisses with a wave of his hand. He beckons Jeongguk with a playful smile and a cute crook of his finger. "Now come to me."
Jeongguk bares his sharp canine teeth, branch creaking under his iron grip. "And you're career? You just started."
Jimin shifts his weight, throwing a sassy hand onto his hip. "Jeongguk, you know I graduated summa cum laude while I had two part-time jobs and ran the Hallyu Club. Plus, you know how much I love pups. This isn't a mistake, Alpha. I won't regret it."
Jeongguk appraises him for a moment, eyes dropping to Jimin's unmarked neck.
"Alright then," Jeongguk nods, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "Since you made me come all the way out here, let's make it worth it."
Jimin smiles coyly. "I love you, oppa."
Jeongguk hums. "Love you too, baby."
They share a moment where the forest soundscape seems to silence around them. Unmoving, they gaze at each other. Unfettered desire sizzles between them. A feral need to possess swirls in golden eyes.
Goosebumps erupt across Jimin's skin. He takes a step back.
The branch in Jeongguk's grip snaps, echoing in the forest.
Run.
Jimin pivots on his foot and takes off running. He hops over a large tree root, batting away branches and leaves in his path. He refuses to look back. He doesn't need to. He can feel and hear the way Jeongguk toys with him. Gaining on him close enough to feel fingertips graze his shirt, only to back off at the last minute. Deep, devious chuckles that disappear into the foliage surrounding him.
Jeongguk is equally enjoying this chase.
Jimin breathes in the thrill of his alpha hot on his heels. He pushes himself to the limit, welcoming the ache in his lungs. He follows a ray of sunlight beaming through the trees ahead of him. He breaks through the treeline into a small field overrun with wildflowers. He has no time to appreciate their beauty. His heat consumes him just as he reaches the middle of the field.
He turns to look behind him, but Jeongguk barrels into him.
Strong arms wrap around him as they tumble to the ground. Jimin bites his alpha's arm as he's wrestled onto his back. Jeongguk growls and flips Jimin over onto his stomach. When he hears Jeongguk rip his briefs behind him, Jimin tries to crawl away. His last-ditch effort at prolonging the chase. He shuffles on his hands and knees, dewy blades of grass between his fingers.
A hand wraps around his ankle.
He grabs onto the only thing he can, handfuls of grass, taking it with him as he's yanked back.
"This is what you fucking wanted, kitten," Jeongguk sneers into his ear. He rips Jimin's shirt, uncaring that it's actually his shirt. He tears it until he can toss the tattered cloth to the side, leaving Jimin bare.
Jimin gasps, honeyed slick gushes out at Jeongguk's ravage display. His arms are pinned behind his back. He feels the cool morning air kiss between his cheeks as his ass is spread. A warm tongue drags across his crack. "N-No. No—"
"Taste," Jeongguk mumbles against Jimin's stretched hole, greedily lapping up slick.
"No, just put it in." Jimin wriggles, trying to shake his alpha's mouth off. His heat has him aching for a knot, a big one.
Jeongguk snarls and slaps his ass hard, bitter clove scent flaring.
Jimin feels a hand squeeze the back of his neck, pushing his face into the grass, and then it's gone. He opens his mouth to complain, but it turns into a moan. Fingers press into his hole. He can't even tell how many. Too stretched from Jeongguk's rut knot.
Jimin squirms as he sniffles. A few self-conscious tears spring to his eyes. It feels like Jeongguk is playing with his hole. The sound is obscene. He's sure there is plenty of come leftover from all those knots he took all night.
Jimin mewls when a tongue joins the fingers, surrendering to the feeling. "Alpha," he whispers wantonly.
He's suddenly roughly flipped onto his back. Jeongguk is non-verbal again, hovering above him with feral golden eyes and furrowed pierced brows. His omega purrs at the wild sight. He can feel that Jeongguk has finally unleashed his alpha. Even so, Jeongguk still remembers how much Jimin loves to see his face when he comes.
Jimin spreads his legs, welcoming him. Jeongguk yanks him close by his thighs. Jimin's lips part in a moan as he feels his alpha press his cock into him. Jeongguk licks into his mouth. His breath hitches when he tastes slick and come spilled into his mouth. Jeongguk slides a hand up to wrap around Jimin's neck as he rocks into him.
Jimin smiles knowingly. He swallows, tasting bitter and sweet. Jeongguk's thrusts pick up speed the moment he feels Jimin's throat bob against his hand.
Jimin preens, sticking his empty tongue out.
That seems to be the end of playtime. Jeongguk's eyes darken. He pushes Jimin's knees to his chest and pounds into him, watching his cock enter Jimin's hole over and over again.
Blades of grass rub against his skin as he's pounded into the ground, hard cocklet flopping around. He's finally getting what he wanted. He sinks into a floaty haze as he watches Jeongguk plunge into him.
He feels his alpha's knot grow, and Jeongguk finally tears his eyes away from his hole to meet his gaze.
It's time.
Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin, a hand gripping the back of his neck. He thrusts his knot in, locking it in place, and descends on his neck without hesitation.
Jimin feels the sting of teeth sinking into his neck. He comes with a loud moan, fingers scratching down his alpha's back. Jeongguk growls into his ear, squeezing him tight as his knot empties.
Jimin goes limp as he pants, eyes fluttering closed. He feels Jeongguk move his head, guiding him to press his lips against vanilla clove scented skin. He hears Jeongguk growl, and everything clicks.
He sinks his teeth into his alpha's neck.
Just before he passes out from exhaustion, he feels Jeongguk beneath his skin, closer than ever before.
Rhythmic swaying awakens Jimin from his nap. His eyes flutter open to see trees passing by over Jeongguk's shoulder. Jeongguk squeezes under Jimin's thighs, their naked bodies pressed together as the alpha carries him back to the house. He rubs Jeongguk's back and nuzzles into his neck. He lays his head back down on Jeongguk's shoulder, feeling satiated for the first time during a heat.
"Alpha," he murmurs.
"Hm?" Jeongguk grunts.
"We should come here more often."