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When Yoongi returned to his den hours later, he shifted back into a man and rummaged through the pile of furs and clothing before putting on some pants and a shirt. Snatched from clothing lines.
He couldn’t stop thinking about that omega. He’d never heard an omega speak like that before, and he also had never known that an omega would deny an alpha like that. Was there something wrong with the way Yoongi had tried to make his claim? It was very confusing. As far as he knew, usually an alpha just…decided on an omega and then mated them. That was all there was to it, at least with the other wild hybrids Yoongi came across.
But this omega, this Jimin, he was strange. Very strange.
Yoongi pulled on socks and boots. Also stolen from homes along the mountains.
It was intriguing. The more Yoongi thought about him, the more he wanted him. After all, it wouldn’t be very interesting if he had an omega who always did what he wanted and was always obedient. But what had he meant when he said that he couldn’t mate him right away? How long would Yoongi have to wait? Was he expected to do something to convince the omega to mate him? Did humans have a mating ritual Yoongi wasn’t aware of? He had thought it was obvious when he made the mating headdress for the omega, but Jimin hadn’t seemed to even realize it.
He had given Yoongi fermented drink with fruit as an offering, though.
The next day, Yoongi returned to Jimin’s house, but no one was there. The omega’s scent seemed to abruptly fade away right where footprints also turned into tire tracks. Yoongi recalled seeing a vehicle parked outside the cabin. Had Jimin gone somewhere in it?
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Jimin slammed the door shut on his old Jeep Cherokee after jumping down into a pile of dirty, packed-down snow. He grimaced slightly at the soreness in his entire body, but he didn’t pay it much mind. He tugged his sweatpants back up from where they’d slipped a little down his hips and he shifted the strap of his lunchbox on one shoulder.
“You’re late, Park.”
Jimin rolled his eyes at his alpha supervisor as he shoved his punch card into the ancient machine attached to the wall by the office door.
“I was early the other day, Hwasa,” he pointed out. “It balances out.”
“Little shit.”
“I’m nothing but an angel,” he shrugged.
Hwasa, who hadn’t even looked up from her computer monitor at him yet throughout the entire exchange, finally glanced up over her glasses. Her eyebrows rose even higher once she got a good look at him.
“Get into a fight with a mountain lion?”
Jimin chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Something like that.” Hwasa’s deadpan tone told Jimin she couldn’t decide if she was curious, but either way she wasn’t about to ask. She was professional, after all. She’d fucked a third of the men and women who worked in the warehouse, but she was still a professional.
Jimin brought his lunch box to the tiny kitchen and shoved it into the fridge with everyone else’s lunches before heading to pick up his tablet and see which shipments were coming in that day.
The day dragged on and on. Jimin didn’t care for the job, but it paid the bills, and his coworkers weren’t too bad. He’d much rather just lounge at home (getting eaten out) but he couldn’t just be a pretty omega all the time. He had to earn his keep somehow. His best friend might be a trust fund baby, but Jimin certainly wasn’t.
The sun had long since set by the time he clocked out and climbed back into the driver’s seat of his frosty SUV. As the defroster cleared the windshield of fog, he took a long minute to inhale deeply, trying to clear his mind of the day’s frustrations. Jimin always tried to separate himself from work by wiping away all thoughts of the day before even leaving the parking lot. Once he did that, he could enjoy his time off to the fullest.
The road was better than it had been in the morning. He considered stopping at the liquor store to pick up something for with dinner, but in the end he decided against it. He still had the wine from yesterday, after all.
Ah, yesterday.
It almost felt like he’d dreamed it all up. Other than the physical marks on his body Yoongi had left behind, that was. The hybrid had just…disappeared after their brief conversation about mating. Had Yoongi decided that he didn’t want to bother with an omega who didn’t just roll over for a stranger and let himself get mated immediately?
Jimin wasn’t dumb, after all. He knew that if he was mated, then he wouldn’t be able to hook up with anyone else. The sex yesterday had been mind-blowing, but Jimin didn’t want someone who just pounded him into his mattress every night. As fantastic as it had been, Jimin needed a variety. He’d had partners who were dominant like that, but he’d also had partners who were softer and more empathetic to his needs.
Sometimes a slow fuck and gentle kisses were all he needed.
The woods around his house were completely silent when he arrived home. Jimin trudged through the snow up to his door and took a brief glance out into the shadows of the trees before he turned the doorknob. There was an icy breeze, and the stars were shining brilliantly overhead, but other than that there was nothing.
He frowned. It was almost too silent. He licked his dry lips and hesitated.
“Yoongi?”
Jimin thought he could hear rustling, but he wasn’t sure. Beginning to feel psyched out, he quickly turned the knob and went inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. He quickly pulled off his coat and boots and went over to start a fire in the woodstove.
Jimin was just sitting down to eat dinner a while later when he saw a figure walking out of the woods. He dropped his fork and stood up to see better, but it was too dark for him to really see anything once the person stepped out of the beam of light cast across the snow from his dining room.
The omega let out a nervously relieved laugh when the familiar human figure of Yoongi reappeared on the steps. He was fully clothed this time, in surprisingly normal clothes. They stared at each other through the window for several seconds before Jimin slowly stepped over to unlock the door. Yoongi reached out at the same time to pull it open.
“What’re you—oh!”
Yoongi’s large, cold hands came around the smallest part of Jimin’s waist, tugging him forward a little. The omega’s belly swooped at how easily he was moved. He was also slammed with a cloud of pheromones. Yoongi’s face buried itself against Jimin’s neck, allowing his scent to seep into the air and his skin, marking him with his musk. Jimin could almost taste it on his tongue, and it triggered the memory of his mouth filled with Yoongi’s cum.
His eyes went in and out of focus briefly, and he only realized he was being walked backwards when he bumped into the table. Jimin put his hands up to gently push Yoongi’s chest away.
“Wait,” he whispered. His heart was already racing, and images of the way Yoongi could violate his body swirled around his mind like a tantalizing promise. He ducked between the alpha’s arms and pulled the door shut.
“I was just about to eat dinner,” he pouted. Yoongi’s eyes flickered over the single setting at the large table. “Have you…eaten yet?”
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “I ate around midday.”
Jimin didn’t want to know what or how the hybrid had eaten, so he quickly moved toward the kitchen to get a second plate and dish out some chicken and vegetables for his guest. He placed them on the other side of the table to put some space between them, and then indicated that Yoongi should sit.
It was almost comical how Yoongi watched Jimin’s movements and then mimicked them; picking up his fork, using it to bring a piece of chicken to his mouth. The alpha’s facial expression changed at that point, and suddenly his attention was fully on the food before him. Although it was pretty apparent that Yoongi wasn’t familiar with using utensils, Jimin was relieved that the hybrid didn’t make much of a mess as he ate. It would have been a big turn-off if he felt like he had to care for the alpha like a child.
“Yoongi,” he spoke up at one point. “Have you always lived on your own?”
“Probably not,” was the answer he wasn’t really expecting.
“Probably not? What do you mean?”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Well, young can’t care for themselves. So I must have had parents at some point.” Jimin was almost surprised at how reasonable that statement was.
“But you don’t remember them?”
He shook his head. “I talk with other hybrids, and humans sometimes. Sometimes I need things I can’t find in the woods.”
“Like those clothes?”
“Yes.”
“What else? Do you have human friends, too?” Intrigued, Jimin leaned forward. His plate was mostly empty.
“Friends?” he seemed to think about the question for a moment. “No? I don’t think so. There’s a word you humans use, but I can’t remember it now.”
“Acquaintance? You have acquaintances but not friends?”
“Hm, yeah, I think that’s what it is. Not friends, not…enemies.”
“That’s good,” Jimin said, because he didn’t know what else to say.
It was awkwardly silent for several minutes until Jimin stood up to bring the dishes to the sink. He kept thinking about how Yoongi had tried to mate him.
“Do you…those humans, do you have sex with them?” He kept his back to Yoongi, horribly embarrassed for blurting out the question, and he wasn’t sure why.
“Sometimes.”
Jimin turned around. “You do?”
“I’m an alpha. Alphas have needs.”
Jimin frowned. “Well…yes, I suppose. Everyone has needs, of course. But then…then why do you want to mate me?”
Yoongi closed his eyes and breathed in deeply from his nose before sighing and opening his eyes. “Because.” He stepped into Jimin’s space, pressing their bodies together. “I don’t want to mate them. I want to mate you.”
“But why?”
“Need to mate you.” Once again, Yoongi began touching Jimin possessively and inappropriately. His hands found their way underneath Jimin’s shirt, skimming his sides and back, thumbing up his ribs and rubbing circles around his nipples.
“Fucking hell.”
Jimin reached up to pull the alpha’s face toward his, and he carefully pressed their lips together. It was still a little clumsy, but Yoongi was a quick learner. Jimin wondered about the people Yoongi had fucked. Had he not kissed them? He curled their tongues together, humming slightly into the kiss.
Once he had become breathless, Jimin pulled away. “Wait,” he said again. “Let’s…” he searched for something to suggest. “Let’s go outside and look at the stars together.”
Yoongi didn’t seem to realize that Jimin’s goal was to be bundled and cozy so he could have more time to get to know him, because he immediately agreed and began helping gather blankets and pillows. Jimin set down a similar arrangement to two nights before, and they settled into the center of the pile of warmth.
As Jimin’s eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, he tried to keep his eyes on the stars instead of Yoongi. It was difficult, though, when the alpha smelled so good and kept holding and squeezing him in the way he was. Jimin tried to find things to talk about, asking Yoongi about his life and about the things he liked. It felt a lot like he was just stalling for the inevitable, though.
Yoongi’s hands were quickly becoming bolder, and his scent was growing heavy with arousal. When one hand plunged down into Jimin’s pants and grabbed him, the omega wrapped his hand around the alpha’s wrist and pulled him back.
“You need to slow down,” Jimin insisted. “I want to have sex with you. Very much. But if we’re going to be a match, I need to know if you can also be soft and gentle…and still make me curl my toes in pleasure.”
He felt Yoongi huff a cloud of air against the back of his neck.
“Why slow?”
“Slow can be fun, too.”
Yoongi grunted, clearly disappointed. But he drew back anyway. When he stood up, Jimin thought the alpha was about to run away again, but instead he began removing his clothing, piece by piece. Jimin stared up with an open mouth from where he knelt on the ground.
Although Jimin was still fully clothed, Yoongi now stood naked in the middle of the porch, as if the frigid temperature didn’t bother him at all. Jimin couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled its way up. He shivered and then pulled Yoongi down on to the blankets.
“It’s too cold for you to stand like that,” Jimin whispered, grinning. He pulled the blankets and pillows around them more to create something of a barrier between them and the cold. He burrowed himself under a nice woolen blanket, and crawled onto Yoongi’s lap.
“See?” He asked, trailing his fingertips along the alpha’s skin. “Isn’t this nice?”
Yoongi hummed. “It’ll be nicer when I breed you,” he said, tilting his head a bit.
Jimin could not help the snort that burst out of him. “Why am I not surprised? I’ve only known you two days and that answer doesn’t shock me one bit.” He stroked the skin around Yoongi’s scent gland, watching the way he shivered slightly, and then he leaned forward to press his lips to the top of his right pectoral muscle. Closing his eyes, Jimin gently licked and sucked his way down to the alpha’s nipple, where he latched on and sucked harder.
He opened his eyes to look up at Yoongi’s face as he closed his teeth around the stiff nub. The way the alpha tensed and gave of a burst of strong arousal when Jimin bit down was exactly what he was hoping.
Jimin moved slowly down Yoongi’s body, tasting with his entire mouth as he went down. He could hear the alpha’s breathing become more labored the closer he got to his crotch. When the omega’s face was mere inches from the alpha’s hard cock, Jimin took in a deep, deep breath through his nose. The intensity of the musk made him want to roll his eyes back and just spread his legs like an omega in heat, but he didn’t let that happen yet.
Instead, Jimin happily took the heavy, warm member between his hands and began kissing it. Open-mouthed kisses, with plenty of wet tongue. He let himself drool, coating the loose skin with his saliva. He sucked and nibbled up and down its length. He traced the prominent vein and then fit his lips over the head. Once again, the girth was almost too much. His usually plump lips were stretched tight around the circumference, and he took a moment to flick his tongue against the slit, around the smooth head, and dip it into his foreskin before taking more into his mouth.
The omega moaned—not just to make it sound like he was enjoying himself, but because he was. Yoongi was big in all the right places, smooth and bumpy, soft and hard. And his alpha pheromones were so strong that Jimin’s mind was turning into pure fluff already. He could feel the way he was slicking, his underwear becoming stuck to his ass. His cocklet strained where it was held tightly against his body.
Jimin was only vaguely aware of the hands on his head, tangling into his hair, stroking and then tugging. Until abruptly they both gripped him, held him firm, and the thick cock he had been slowly bobbing his head around punched against the back of his mouth, triggering his gag reflex, and then plunged completely into his throat.
Jimin gushed slick as his brain went full omega. His eyelids fluttered, becoming sticky with unshed tears, as the alpha began to thrust into his throat. Yoongi was groaning and mumbling words that Jimin couldn’t hear properly.
Yoongi pulled out before he came. He was shuddering and flexing as he lifted Jimin up out of the warm cocoon of the blankets. Eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness, Jimin was nearly dazzled by the spectacular display of the stars in the sky beyond Yoongi’s figure.
“Strip,” the alpha growled, clearly impatient.
Jimin took a few breaths to regain his bearings. He sat back on his heels, with his knees together. Submissive, yet…
“Slowly,” Jimin reminded him. He didn’t move to take his own clothing off.
Yoongi’s nostrils flared, but his frustration seemed to be quelled by the obvious indication of Jimin’s own arousal in the air. He reached forward to grasp the collar of Jimin’s sweater.
With every piece of clothing Yoongi drew away from him, Jimin could feel his skin prickle with the icy cold. Vaguely, he thought this was probably not a good idea. But he couldn’t resist the pull of the alpha. His nipples tightened so abruptly from the touch of the air that they hurt. Jimin sucked in his breath several times as his chest heaved.
Yoongi’s eyes flickered up to his face briefly, a small smile curving his lips. He didn’t stop pushing Jimin’s shirt away, and soon his torso was completely bare.
“Yoongi,” Jimin whispered.
Yoongi lifted Jimin up slightly so he could tug at his pants. Not wanting to deal with the awkwardness and fumbling, Jimin pushed himself up on the alpha’s shoulders and drew his pants down himself, stepping out of one leg and then the other. Yoongi’s hands paused him, holding tight to his hips so that he could press his face against the front of Jimin’s underwear. Today it was a pair of black sheer and lace panties.
“Oh—” Jimin threw his head back, reminded of how much the alpha seemed to love having his face in his crotch. His legs trembled as Yoongi sucked and drooled all around the delicate material. When his fingers began sliding under the fabric and in between his cheeks, the omega whimpered.
Yoongi didn’t draw it out. His fingers plunged past Jimin’s rim and immediately began to massage his prostate. Jimin could feel his face sting from the cold, every gasp of air into his lungs was sharp with tiny needles of ice, but the fingers inside him were hot and unforgiving.
He almost didn’t notice when his underwear was pulled down. Almost—until his cocklet was enveloped by the steaming, wet cavern of Yoongi’s mouth.
“Oh god—”
His panties dropped to his knees, then down to his ankles. Jimin realized Yoongi was rocking back and forth, growling against him as he slurped and sucked and fingered him.
“Fucking…fuck,” Jimin trailed off.
Just as he lost his balance, Yoongi brought him down, spread his knees, and sat Jimin directly down upon his waiting cock. The moan Jimin let out should have been embarrassing, it was so loud, but instead all he could think was, ‘Oh god yes.’
Jimin let his eyes close as he rolled his hips, rocking back and forth on Yoongi’s lap. The hybrid’s cock was fully erect inside him. He whined, dragging it against his walls, rubbing it directly against those sensitive nerves. Below him, Yoongi groaned.
“My omega’s so tight around me,” he murmured. “So small, so tight.”
Jimin rose up a little and back down as he continued to roll his hips, causing his body to make waves. He’d been told many times before how sexy his body waves were on the rare occasion that he went out to the nearest club (three hours away), and one time he’d apparently been so irresistible to the surrounding dancers that he’d been sandwiched between two alphas and heavily groped right on the dance floor.
Yoongi’s hands mapped his body almost frantically, feeling up his torso, dragging his nails down Jimin’s spine, squeezing both ass cheeks. Circling his small waist, helping him rock a little more firmly….
“K-kiss me,” Jimin demanded. He felt a large hand at the back of his head, and then a tongue delved inside his mouth. It tasted of his own slick. He hungrily kissed back, willing the alpha to learn how to truly kiss properly so he wouldn’t have to take control so much.
He choked around Yoongi’s tongue when the alpha suddenly snapped his hips up fiercely. Before he could say or do anything else to react, though, Yoongi grabbed him by the waist and began fucking up into him with abandon. Jimin could only cry out with every thrust, bouncing so harshly that the shapes of the trees around them became smudges of black and the lights from the house swirled in his vision.
An extremely icy blast of wind hit him from behind just then, and Jimin gasped vocally. Yoongi seemed unbothered by the cold as he attempted to ‘breed’ the omega.
Jimin was wrenched off of his cock with no warning and flipped over, shoved face down into the pile of blankets. His ass was hiked up into the air and instantly penetrated. Jimin squealed as he was pounded into again and again. In the silence of the winter night, the sounds of their movements were vulgar and uncouth.
Jimin’s body locked up as his first orgasm struck him. He fisted the blankets and whined when a large thumb and forefinger wrapped themselves around his cocklet, rolling the twitching member torturously between them as a middle finger flicked quickly back and forth between his folds. Every time the finger hit that sensitive little bud, Jimin’s entire body shook with the force of his aftershocks. It didn’t take long at all for him to lose his strength, lying limply and whining with every thrust, every squeeze, every flick.
It was almost a relief when Yoongi’s knot began to grow.
The snarl the alpha let out echoed in the night, and Jimin gasped as he was flung backwards to lean against Yoongi’s chest. One of Yoongi’s hands was pressed firmly against his belly, pressing inward against the throbbing protrusion of his cock. His other hand was pulling Jimin’s head to the side.
Sharp teeth pressed against Jimin’s neck, directly around his scent gland.
Mating. Yoongi was going to mate him.
“No—” Jimin slapped his hand over his scent gland, pushing Yoongi’s face away.
The alpha growled, and Jimin couldn’t help the sharp whines that spilled from his lips. Yoongi stood up, lifting Jimin with ease while he was impaled on his knot.
Jimin shook his head frantically as the alpha began to squeeze and pump his cocklet. He could feel the alpha’s cum filling him. Yoongi brought them to the deck railing, where he pushed Jimin down against it. The snow was ice-cold against Jimin’s chest, and he choked on a moan as the knot inside him shifted. It gyrated inside him, and his eyes rolled as his own cum splattered over the snow.
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Jimin lay curled up in bed, buried in his blankets. Two weeks had now passed since he first met Yoongi, the lynx hybrid. He’d already visited multiple times, and each time he sent Jimin through multiple orgasms. They were still working on getting him to learn how to be a bit gentler, and learn what aftercare was, but Jimin couldn’t deny that he was absolutely addicted to sex with the alpha now.
He hadn’t even thought of looking for anyone else in town. He’d had explicit conversations with his best friend, whom originally had been concerned, but now was fully convinced that Yoongi had to be The One for his horny-ass self.
Yoongi had shifted from trying to suddenly mate him during sex to asking Jimin if he could mate him. The answer continued to be “no.” If it had been anyone else, Jimin would have kicked his ass to the curb long ago. But he didn’t feel like he was getting ‘worn down until he said yes,’ when it came to Yoongi. On the contrary, Jimin felt like he was making progress with reminding Yoongi what it meant to be human. If he wanted a human mate (and he didn’t want to get thrown in jail), he’d have to follow the human rules. Or, at least, Jimin’s rules in his house.
Speaking of which…
Jimin rolled over, flopping onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. How would it work, if they were to mate? Would life continue the way it had been, with Yoongi coming and going as he pleased? Or would he come to live with Jimin in the cabin? Would Jimin have to somehow support both of them with his job? Just the thought of that alone made him want to cry. Figuratively. Jimin really wasn’t a crier until it came to sex.
Jimin really didn’t want to be the breadwinner of the household. But if he mated with Yoongi…how could the alpha even support him? Jimin wasn’t necessarily old-fashioned. He was just lazy, to be honest. And he knew it. He didn’t want to work. He worked only because he had to.
At the same time, though, it was quickly becoming clear that Jimin didn’t want anyone except Yoongi. He’d never felt like that before. Every time he saw the alpha reappear on his lawn or deck—or the one time he came across him in the woods while hiking—Jimin felt his entire body fill with excitement to see Yoongi. He eagerly let himself be thoroughly scented, and even began scenting the alpha back. The quirky things the alpha said and did when they weren’t fucking were also so amusing to Jimin that he found himself laughing more than usual. He began teasing Yoongi, using what he had learned about him to get a rise out of him—or just cutely confuse him.
It was all so complicated and frustrating. Jimin just didn’t know what to do.
Eventually Jimin got out of bed and stripped out of his clothes. He stood naked before his mirror for several long moments. There were vague marks here and there on his body, evidence of Yoongi’s enthusiasm. One time, Jimin had stood in front of this very mirror as the alpha had knelt between his legs and sucked him off while eating him out. Jimin had watched himself fall apart in the mirror. His stomach had convulsed, his chest heaving. His knees had wobbled, unable to hold him up. The alpha’s hands had supported him behind his upper thighs until Jimin had sobbed for him that it was too much.
Yoongi seemed to take great pleasure in pushing Jimin beyond the point of release. He liked to edge Jimin and then switch to pushing him from orgasm to orgasm. He usually only stopped once he, too, felt that he was overstimulated. Just yesterday Yoongi had held Jimin pinned to the dining room table and fucked him until he couldn’t even form intelligent sentences. He’d needed to be carried bridal style over to the sofa, moaning weakly the entire time, where he was then placed right back onto the alpha’s cock to collapse against his chest and shake with aftershocks.
It was the sweetest form of torture, and Jimin loved every second of it.
Jimin walked into the bathroom to wash up and noticed that it was snowing again. It was a lovely, gentle kind of snow, without much of a breeze, it seemed like. Spending a snowy day inside, curled up by the fire, sounded perfect.
Once Jimin was dressed in cozy plaid pajama pants and a hoodie, he made himself some tea and settled into his favorite spot on the sofa with his phone. He aimlessly scrolled through videos and then browsed clothing and ‘toys’ online. He put several things into his shopping cart but didn’t actually purchase anything, as usual.
Jimin was just pulling out some leftovers to reheat for lunch when abruptly the light in the fridge went out and the motor went silent. Jimin hadn’t had many lights on, but the clocks on the microwave and above the stove were both out.
“Shit.”
He quickly shut the fridge and left the Tupperware container on the counter. He kept considering buying a generator, but he still hadn’t gotten around to it. Jimin went over to check how much firewood he had inside the house. He probably had enough to last until the morning, but if the snow kept up, then it would be harder to get the wood from outside.
Sighing like his life was the hardest, Jimin threw on his coat, boots, hat, and gloves, and he went outside. He was a little surprised to see that already several inches had fallen. He wasn’t the best at checking the weather, but usually people at work would be chatting about upcoming storms and give him some warning. Then again, perhaps he’d been a bit preoccupied with other thoughts over the past week.
Jimin lugged enough firewood inside to last him a few days, and he scooped up several buckets full of snow, packing it in as much as possible. He brought those inside to sit somewhat near the woodstove so it could melt into water he could then use to flush the toilet. Luckily he had plenty of bottles of drinking water, but he wasn’t about to waste that on flushing the toilet. He cleared the driveway with the snowblower and parked his car closer to the road than it had been.
The day passed uneventfully, until it was getting dark out and Jimin had to go around turning on his solar-powered storm lanterns and lighting a few candles. There had been no sign of Yoongi all day, and while normally that wasn’t a big deal, Jimin found himself worrying a bit as the snow piled up more and more.
“Don’t be dumb,” he mumbled to himself as he peered out of the sliding glass door into complete darkness. “He’s lived through winters just fine until now.”
As it got later and later, Jimin found his very inconvenient omega instincts making life difficult for himself. He was becoming more and more anxious, not knowing if Yoongi was all right. He slept on the sofa, but barely slept at all, rousing from every small sound.
It was still snowing in the morning, and the power was still out. His electric company’s app still didn’t have an expected restoration time, of course. There were three feet of snow on the ground, and Jimin also had a text from work saying he didn’t have to come in. (“Good, because there’s no way my car would make it,” he muttered.)
He couldn’t see any tracks in the snow.
After building up the fire again, Jimin bundled up and pushed his way through the snow on the deck to get to the railing. He scanned the tree line and then lifted his hands to his mouth, cupped them, and shouted, “Yoongi!” he paused. His voice had been nearly swallowed by the muffling snow. “Yooooongiiiii!”
He let his hands drop. It felt a lot like he was calling for a lost pet. Not his boyfriend.
Jimin frowned. Boyfriend? Was Yoongi his boyfriend? They hadn’t exactly discussed that, obviously, but with what now felt very much like an end goal of mating on the table, the title of boyfriend didn’t feel out of place.
Jimin stood out for a little longer before deciding he might as well see if his snowblower could handle that much snow to clear the driveway again.
He was nearly done with the driveway when a familiar lynx came leaping through the snow toward him. Jimin turned off the blower and let out a relieved laugh when Yoongi came to a stop in front of him just short of bowling him over.
“Where have you been?” Jimin demanded, kneeling down to wrap his arms around the lynx’s neck and bury his face in the very, very fluffy fur. He got a bunch of snow in his face, but it was worth it.
Yoongi, of course, couldn’t speak, but instead he huffed and made that weird gurgling growl that lynxes made. Jimin held onto him for a long moment, reveling in the silence after listening to the snowblower for so long. He had to pull away when Yoongi huffed at him.
“You can go inside, if you like,” Jimin offered. “I have to finish this.”
Yoongi startled back as Jimin turned the snowblower back on. He didn’t go inside, though, and instead he paced back and forth a bit on the opposite side where the snow wasn’t shooting out. Eventually he just flopped down and waited until Jimin was done.
Jimin was absolutely exhausted by the time he was inside. Yoongi shifted back into his human form, fully naked, of course, but Jimin didn’t even have the energy to ogle him. This was exactly why he didn’t like working hard. He needed to teach Yoongi how to do some of this labor.
“My little Jiminie,” Yoongi cooed at him. It was definitely an improvement on being called “omega” constantly.
Jimin purposely whined and gave him his best pout. “Where have you been?” he asked.
“In my den, waiting out the storm, of course,” Yoongi shrugged. But he could sense Jimin’s discomfort, so he pulled him close to nuzzle in against his neck. Soon enough Jimin was coated in his scent and feeling much more at ease.
“You need to stay here and keep me company,” Jimin continued pouting. “It’s hard work taking care of a cabin in a blizzard. You need to take care of your omega!” he scolded.
Jimin went pliantly when he was backed against the walk and kissed. Yoongi’s kissing skills had improved significantly over the last two weeks. Jimin closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, letting the alpha lick into his mouth and lead the kiss. He had literally no idea how long they stood there, slowly kissing in frankly the most sensual way that he severely enjoyed.
Eventually, he noticed the goosebumps on Yoongi’s bare skin, and he pulled away so he could get Yoongi to go change into some clothing. Jimin, too, changed back into his cozier lounge clothes. He almost didn’t bother putting underwear on, but then he thought about how Yoongi seemed to enjoy taking it off of him, so he pulled on a simple pair of cream-white lace panties that showed off his ass cheeks nicely.
When Jimin returned to the living room, Yoongi was already there, tending to the woodstove. Jimin paused in the hallway to take in the sight. The alpha only had on a light t-shirt and sweatpants, but he still looked perfect.
“Making it nice and warm for me?” Jimin asked teasingly as he stepped into the living room.
Yoongi looked up and smiled at him. “The embers were dying down. This should help.”
“Thank you.” Jimin came up beside him and put his hand on his shoulder blade, rubbing it soothingly. Fuck, why was he always so horny in the presence of Yoongi?
The alpha seemed to sense it. The moment the woodstove door was shut, he turned and wrapped one arm around Jimin’s thighs. As he stood up, Jimin toppled over his shoulder and hung upside down over his back. Jimin squealed and pretended to struggle as he was carried over to the high counter.
“What?” He thought he was going to get tossed on the sofa, not on the counter. It was cool through the material of his pajama pants.
“You sit there,” Yoongi ordered. Then he stepped away and went to the sink faucet. “Huh? It—no water?”
Jimin sighed, swiveling on the counter so he could see better. “There’s no electricity, Yoongi. No electricity means no running water. Turn off the faucet, please.”
Frowning, Yoongi did so, and set the glass he was holding back on the counter. “No water?”
“I have bottled water. Over there,” he pointed.
Yoongi made a disgusted face that Jimin didn’t understand, but he went over to the bottles and poured some into the glass.
“Here. You worked hard,” he said, handing Jimin the glass. “Drink.”
Jimin smiled and took the glass. He was thirsty after all of his work snowblowing. It was a little odd being watched like a hawk (or like a lynx) as he drank the entire glass of water. But he was getting used to weird moments like that. When he finished, Yoongi took the glass and set it in the sink before returning to stand between Jimin’s legs.
“Good omega,” he nearly purred, and Jimin was startled at how his body heated up in a combination of embarrassment and delight. Yoongi kissed him again, hands moving up under Jimin’s shirt to hold his waist. “Such a good omega,” Yoongi mumbled against Jimin’s jaw and then throat as he kissed and sucked hard. He’d learned that hickeys were perfectly okay. It was the teeth that weren’t allowed.
Jimin moaned quietly and leaned back, burying his fingers in Yoongi’s hair.
“Are you—are you gonna warm me up?” Jimin asked, feeling himself starting to get wet. The hands under his shirt kept squeezing him, and Yoongi stroked his belly with his thumbs. Every time his thumbs slipped down his hip bones to dip beyond Jimin’s waistband, the omega felt a spark of heat curl inside.
“Yes. I want—I’m thirsty, too.”
Jimin choked out a laugh at the very human use of the word. “Thirsty? Right here on the counter?”
“Yes.” Yoongi’s fingers took hold of Jimin’s pajama pants from the front, moved quickly to the back of his hips, and heaved him up just long enough to yank the pants past his ass. Then he immediately pulled them right down Jimin’s legs until they fell on the floor in a pile.
“Hey—pick those up, they’re clean, and I don’t know when I can do laundry next!” Jimin scolded him. To his credit, Yoongi ducked down, grabbed the offending articles, and dumped them over the back of a nearby chair. A second later he was between Jimin’s thighs, lifting the omega’s shirt to mouth at his diaphragm.
“Oh—” Jimin leaned back, feeling the strength in Yoongi’s arms that were curved around his body to hold him pulled forward. “Slowly, go slow,” he said, almost out of habit now. He definitely liked to be wrecked, but not right away. He preferred to draw it out and then get wrecked. Which usually happened because Yoongi could control himself for only so long before he grew too frustrated and just had to fuck the omega into full submission. A perfect balance, Jimin thought.
Yoongi kissed down his body, groaning in pleasure and dragging his teeth against the supple skin when he was particularly affected by Jimin’s taste or softness. Jimin held onto him with one hand, not even guiding him, but just holding on to ground himself as pleasure coursed through him in slow, sensual waves. He let out a small cry when a hand began to massage his cocklet through the lace. He could feel the material sticking to his skin now from his slick.
Just as Jimin thought he was going to come, Yoongi pulled back slightly. He breathed in loudly multiple times and shook his head.
“Smell so good. My omega smells so good.” Then he grabbed Jimin’s hand and pushed it into the lace.
“Wh—”
“Want to see.” Yoongi’s eyes were dark. “Want to see when you’re a bad little omega. Want to see.”
“Wh—ohh.” Jimin blinked and looked down at where his hand was dipped slightly into his underwear. He curved his fingers around his cocket, gently stroking over the tip. His eyelids fluttered. “I’m not a bad omega,” he whispered, trying to keep eye contact with Yoongi. The alpha only wanted to stare at his crotch, though. “Don’t call me a bad omega.”
Yoongi’s pheromones were becoming almost pungent with his arousal. Jimin moved his hand lower, and pressed his middle and ring fingers between his folds, delving into warm wetness. His breath hitched when he brushed against a sensitive spot. Jimin tried to draw it out as long as possible, stroking himself slowly, and almost not enough to stimulate himself. But Yoongi caught on, and growled.
“More,” he demanded. Shivers shot down Jimin’s body, and he pushed his fingers deeper. He could hear the squelch from the movement, now. “Faster. I want to see you come.”
Jimin gasped with every stroke of his fingers as he increased the pace. “Oh—” His arm kept freezing up, jolting whenever he felt an especially intense spark of pleasure. He could feel the pleasure building, but he’d been having so much sex lately that his threshold had increased, and it would take much more than just this for him to come.
Yoongi became impatient. He shoved his hand through the leg of the panties and plunged three fingers inside, wrenching a wail out of the omega. Jimin reflexively withdrew his hand without thinking. Yoongi’s fingers moved inside him quickly but not roughly. It was his thumb circling on the outside that did it, though. Jimin went rigid, trying to clamp his legs together, as his cocklet splashed white onto his belly.
He panted as Yoongi withdrew his hand, watching as the alpha licked his fingers clean. Then he leaned down and began to lick up Jimin’s cum. He was meticulous about it, making sure he didn’t miss a single drop that had splattered across the omega’s stomach. When he went lower, Jimin cried out and shook when his cocklet was sucked into Yoongi’s mouth. It was squeezed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, carefully rolled and licked, and then Jimin felt the alpha’s tongue begin to curl under as he started to suck.
Jimin slapped his palms on the counter as he fell backward. He tried twisting away, but he was forced back. He lifted his legs, only to have both caught in firm grips and spread apart.
“Hahh oh god,” he choked, biting down on his lip against a squeal when Yoongi’s face shifted again and his tongue slipped lower, lapping up slick.
Jimin squirmed and kicked out, toes curling, as Yoongi settled in to enjoy his favorite meal. He periodically groaned against Jimin, sending curdling vibrations through him. He slurped noisily, in a very non-sexy way, but the sensations were so intense that Jimin couldn’t even be bothered by the sounds.
When Yoongi suddenly pulled away and let go of him, it took Jimin a good minute to realize he was no longer being touched. He couldn’t think of the words to complain, so he whined sharply.
“Slowly,” Yoongi said.
Jimin forced himself to lift his head enough to see the positively evil smirk on the alpha’s face as he teased back Jimin’s own demands.
“Don’t be mean,” he cried, the outrage fueling his muscles enough to sit up. He pushed himself toward the edge of the counter to hop down, and nearly collapsed if it hadn’t been for Yoongi catching him by the ribs.
Once he was steady on his feet, Jimin stalked over to the sofa, where there was a seemingly now permanent pile of blankets. If he got the blankets dirty, he could just toss those in the washing machine. Not at the moment, of course, but once the power returned. He contemplated whether to remove his slick-smeared underwear for a moment, but he must’ve taken too long to decide, because suddenly there were hands on his ass. Yoongi yanked hard on the panties to accentuate his ass, and then he grabbed both cheeks and squeezed hard.
“I have the prettiest little omega,” Yoongi groaned into his ear. “So pretty I just want to constantly be inside you.” His large hands roughly massaged Jimin’s ass. “Want to bathe you in my seed.”
Jimin shuddered. He wasn’t surprised at all when his underwear was pulled down completely. What he wasn’t expecting was for Yoongi to plop himself down onto the sofa in the middle of the blankets, and then pull his hard cock from his pants. He let the waistband settle snuggly behind his balls. His large hand slowly stroked up and down the erect, thick length.
“Come here.” He was still in arm’s reach of Jimin, so he took the omega’s wrist and pulled him forward. Jimin crawled over his legs, straddling him. He let Yoongi guide his hips forward and then down until the alpha’s cock was sinking deep inside him.
“Such a good omega,” Yoongi crooned, stroking the sides of Jimin’s face with his knuckles. He stared at Jimin’s face as if taking it all in, and used one fingertip to trace along his temple, down his nose, along his lips, up over his cheekbones, and finally up into his hair where he ran his fingers through it a few times in a surprisingly calming manner.
Jimin felt so full that he kept clenching involuntarily around the thick cock inside him. The thrum of Yoongi’s heartbeat inside him was intimate in a way he hadn’t expected.
“Slowly,” Yoongi said again, a half smirk on his lips now. His fingertips skimmed down over Jimin’s body, up under his shirt. Nails dragging delicately against him like feathers.
“Shut up,” Jimin gasped. His poor little cocklet was positively aching between them. He leaned forward to connect their mouths and was eagerly kissed back.
An hour later found Jimin trembling in Yoongi’s lap, still warming the alpha’s cock inside. He was curled over against Yoongi’s bare chest, his face pressed directly against his scent gland to breathe in. Yoongi’s hands were firmly on Jimin’s hips, rocking him agonizingly slow upon his cock.
“Please,” Jimin whimpered. “Please…just fuck me.”
Yoongi’s hands paused. “Hm?”
“Please.” Jimin swallowed. “Fuck me.”
The arousal that had been lingering in the air around them suddenly increased, shifting into a deep, deep musk. Jimin didn’t have time to prepare himself before Yoongi was tightening his grip on his waist and then began snapping his hips up like a piston. Jimin cried out sharply as heat exploded inside him. He grabbed onto Yoongi’s shoulders to brace himself, and was caught by the intense stare from the alpha. He tried to hold his gaze, but soon enough the stimulation was too much and he was forced to close his eyes.
Jimin’s orgasm came barreling toward him. He could hear it in his own voice, steadily getting higher and gaspier as he struggled to suck in enough air between each thrust. He also knew before it hit him that he would have no reprieve. The second he locked up, clenching around Yoongi’s cock, the alpha groaned and flipped him over into the blankets so he could fuck down into him instead. Yoongi folded up one of Jimin’s legs, shifting the angle, and white exploded across Jimin’s vision. He wailed and began to plead with the alpha.
“Please, please—haagh!—ohfuh—k!”
Jimin shook with the force of yet another orgasm, and moaned in protest when Yoongi’s knot began to expand inside him.
He shook his head. “Too—too much,” he arched up, breath hitching. “Alpha please, I need—”
To his shock, Yoongi scooped Jimin up and held him close as he grimaced with the force of his own release. He used one hand to tilt Jimin’s chin up, and then he was kissing him almost gently. Jimin let out a soft sob and kissed back frantically as his mind turned into a mixture of fuzz and omega anxiety.
The knot inside him grew and throbbed inside, shooting ecstasy into his body as usual. Jimin whined like a hurt animal and struggled to kiss Yoongi as his body quaked and threatened to climax again. Their tongues curled around each other, wet and hot.
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Jimin convinced Yoongi to stay with him all day and through the night. There was still no electricity the following day. Jimin knew he should try to go to work, and he was sure the roads had been plowed by now, but he just…he just couldn’t. So he texted Hwasa and lied that he had a nasty stomach bug. He spent most of the time tangled with Yoongi, but the hybrid clearly wasn’t used to being in his human form for such a long time, so Jimin got used to a giant lynx padding around his house.
At the moment, they were lying on the floor together in front of the woodstove. Yoongi was in his lynx form, creating the perfect pillow for Jimin as he read a book to pass the time. His phone only had seven percent battery left, and he really didn’t feel like sitting in his car with it running to charge his phone.
Jimin buried his fingers in Yoongi’s fur, rubbing his back and scratching behind his ears. He could feel how the lynx was all muscle beneath the fluffy fur. He moved his hands around Yoongi’s neck and did his best to give him the kind of scritches he thought a cat might like. He didn’t pause when he heard a low rumble start up. It was familiar and yet not. Honestly it didn’t sound like a purr. It sounded more like a…bullfrog croaking.
The sudden comparison in his head made Jimin start laughing out of nowhere. The lynx opened his sleep eyes and gave him an unimpressed look.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jimin laughed again, resuming his petting. “It’s nothing.”
Yoongi huffed at him and bonked him in the shoulder with his head. Lynxes were just so ridiculous.
Later, after a simple dinner of ramen cooked on the woodstove, they went outside onto the deck.
“Let me mate you,” Yoongi murmured against Jimin’s ear as he held him bundled in a blanket, looking up at the stars together.
“You really think I’m the one you want to mate? Forever?”
Yoongi held him tighter. “I know you are. The moment I saw you, the moment I smelled you. You’re my omega. I just know.”
Jimin was silent. He wasn’t sure if the shiver that ran down his spine was because of the cold or something else. Was he ready to be attached to one alpha and one alpha only? He wasn’t sure. It had only been two weeks! But his instincts were telling him this was the right thing to do. Sure, there was a lot they needed to learn about each other, and Yoongi would need to learn how to assimilate a little better, but he’d already shown so much improvement in just the last two weeks. He was much smarter than Jimin had originally thought.
“Okay,” he found himself whispering.
Yoongi froze, and then turned him around. “Yes? You said yes?”
Jimin looked into his eyes for a long moment before nodding.
The smile that spread across Yoongi’s face was brilliant like Jimin had never seen before. He didn’t have long to admire it, though, because the next second his mouth was on Jimin’s, and the omega was getting the living daylights kissed out of him.
Although at first he wanted to laugh into the kiss at how eager Yoongi was, soon enough Jimin, too, became more affected. The alpha was in full control of the kiss now, stealing his breath away, making his legs weak. Jimin was vaguely aware that they were moving, but didn’t realize how much until Yoongi abruptly broke the kiss and began quickly stripping naked.
Jimin giggled as Yoongi stumbled out of his boots, but a second later he was seized and Jimin’s clothes were getting yanked off. He was then left standing naked on the deck as Yoongi dashed toward the deck’s stairs, shifted mid leap, and went racing across the snow into the forest.
“What the fuck?” Jimin blinked, so confused. He looked down at his naked body, his cocklet soft and nestled protectively against his body. His nipples hardened so painfully that he couldn’t stop the whimper from slipping past his lips. “Yoongi,” he muttered, “what are you doing, you insane alpha?”
He got his answer a minute later when the giant wild cat returned, mouth full of snow-covered branches.
“Oh no, not again,” Jimin choked. “Yoongi! No, what’re you—no!”
The hybrid transformed back into a human, snow falling from his rosy body.
“No, this is—”
“We can’t mate without the mating headdress,” Yoongi insisted, already trying to shove everything into Jimin’s hair.
“We’re going to freeze—and this, this is going to mess up my hair! I can’t shower like I did before!”
Yoongi frowned. “But—” he looked so disturbed by the idea that Jimin wouldn’t wear the headdress that Jimin found himself caving.
“Fine. Just…just a little one, then? Not as much as last time!”
Soon enough Jimin had a small, but elaborately fashioned crown of foliage on his head again.
“This is ridiculous,” he laughed.
Yoongi wasn’t done, though. As Jimin grabbed the blankets and knelt down inside them to get warmer, Yoongi scooped up a large handful of snow and began packing it together into what Jimin could only guess was a snowball.
“What is that for?”
Yoongi stepped back over to him and pushed Jimin backward to lie down. Jimin gasped in shock when the ice-like clump of snow was suddenly pressed against his bare skin and dragged down from one nipple, over his sternum, down his diaphragm, toward his belly button.
“Oh god!” Jimin had never tried sensory pleasure with ice before, and it took him off guard. The intense surge of prickling, sparking pleasure was completely unexpected. Especially when the snow came in contact with his poor little cocklet. Jimin’s entire body jolted, and he arched his back lifting clear off of the blankets.
Yoongi smelled pleased—and deeply aroused. His scent had become so strong, in fact, that it almost smelled like alpha rut. Jimin could feel himself slicking in response. Or was it in response to the icy touch?
“My perfect little omega,” Yoongi said lowly. “My mate, Jimin is always so sensitive.”
“Yoongi,” Jimin gasped. The snow was dragged back up his body, circling his other nipple before pressing directly down against it long enough for him to feel a cold burn. Jimin squirmed. He could feel parts of it melt against his skin, dripping but partially freezing. When the icy ball made agonizingly gentle loops down his body again and then landed on his delicate folds, Jimin cried out.
“Fuck! No, Yoongi—” he choked and arched up again when Yoongi purposely rubbed it against his entrance, holding his hips down with his other hand. “If you put that inside, I’ll fucking—”
The threat died on his lips as the frigid cold was abruptly replaced by a hot, wet tongue and lips. Jimin shook, feeling almost lightheaded from the change. He panted, willing himself to relax. His blurry vision cleared enough for him to be able to stare up at the sky.
As if the sky itself was experiencing the same sensations as he was, brilliant colors splashed and swirled across the heavens. Jimin stared with an open mouth, unable to even process if he was in awe because of the display or because no matter how many times Yoongi ate him out, it never failed to render him a complete, overstimulated mess.
Yoongi slurped and sucked, and plunged his tongue as deep as it could physically go. His chin rubbing incessantly against Jimin’s perineum and his nose pressing against Jimin’s cocklet created even more pressure that made him want to lock his thighs together to escape the onslaught of stimulation. The alpha didn’t let him, of course. In fact, as Jimin reached down for him, both of his wrists were caught and held down against the ground by his hips. He couldn’t do anything but take everything.
Above them, the sky swirled green and pink.
It felt like hours had passed but it was probably more like minutes, when Yoongi finally detached himself. He hovered over the trembling omega, spit and slick dripping from his lips and chin. He leaned down to kiss Jimin, and the omega made a muffled sound of surprise when the alpha spit a mouthful of slick into his mouth and proceeded kiss him in the most intensely violating way yet. The slick moved around Jimin’s mouth, surrounding his tongue, coating his palate and seeping toward the back of his throat.
He was too out of it to swallow, and accidently let some spill out the corners of his lips when a thick cock plunged deep inside him with no warning. Yoongi quickly caught the spilled slick with his tongue and pressed their lips together more firmly. Jimin forced himself to swallow so he could concentrate on the way Yoongi was fucking him.
Unlike before, Yoongi was not simply pounding as fast as he could. Now, he was sliding into Jimin in slow, deep thrusts. Each time, he waited until he was nearly all the way in before he snapped his hips to seat himself balls deep in one last powerful movement. All of Jimin’s nerves lit up like shorting circuits as he slowly drew out, skin dragging against skin.
Yoongi broke the kiss and rose up over Jimin, took one thigh and then the other to fold the little omega in half…and then he began to properly fuck him. Neither one of them spoke for a long time as the heat began to build between them, and Jimin’s body started tensing and flinching as he drew closer and closer to his climax.
He was startled when the alpha suddenly pulled out and began frantically jerking himself off over him. Jimin couldn’t even form the words to ask ‘why,’ until he was hit in the face with a rope of cum. Yoongi was groaning as he came all over Jimin, purposely sending the splashes of white down over his chest, his belly, his crotch—and then the alpha reached down and violently pumped Jimin’s cocklet, forcing the omega to come almost instantly.
Yoongi was heaving great breaths of air as he manhandled Jimin around—the omega only just caught a glimpse of the alpha’s knot beginning to swell—and then he was shoved face down, ass up, and immediately mounded from behind.
Jimin wailed into the soiled blankets as the alpha’s cock forced itself past his rim in a much tighter fit. He felt like the air was punched out of his lungs with every inch Yoongi sank into him. He could feel his body trying to adjust and accommodate itself to the alpha’s size, but even so it left him breathless and floaty.
“’lpha,” he slurred into a puddle of cum.
Yoongi’s halfway formed knot squeezed through Jimin’s rim, triggering a fit of cries from the omega. Jimin could feel himself swiftly entering his most omega state of mind; fully helpless and pliant to the will of his alpha. Yoongi could fuck him all night and through the day if he wanted, and Jimin would happily, willingly, be ready with open legs. He would choke on Yoongi’s cock any time he wanted. He would bathe in Yoongi’s cum, rubbing it into his very pores so the stench never left his skin and everyone would know. Jimin was fully, and absolutely at the alpha’s whim.
The half-knot popped out again and Jimin shuddered, mouth open soundlessly as he heaved around an orgasm.
He was impaled again. And this time, the knot became engorged. Jimin was wrenched up into the air as Yoongi made an angry sound in his throat and found the omega’s scent gland with his mouth.
His sharp teeth pressed against Jimin’s taut skin.
Unlike the first time when Jimin panicked, now he felt something like excitement fill him, bringing his mind back slightly from the docile creature it had momentarily become.
They agreed on the mating bite. He shouldn’t fight.
Well, maybe a little. Jimin liked fighting a little.
He squirmed and whimpered like the most pitiful omega in an overexaggerated porn. “Please,” he begged. “A-alph—AH!”
He ended on a scream when Yoongi’s sharp teeth sank into the delicate skin of his neck. Jimin’s body convulsed as he orgasmed again so strongly that he thought he couldn’t breathe for a full minute. Inside him, Yoongi’s knot pulsed and became even more engorged to the point that it would be impossible to pull out. Powerful surges of semen began to gush into Jimin’s body, much more than any time before.
He lay back limply against the alpha with his mouth open. Small, hiccupping gasps were all he could manage. Yoongi’s teeth remained attached for a long time—not particularly painful, but there was an odd pinching sensation that seemed to travel up his neck and down his spine, racing through his body in his veins to his very fingertips and toes.
When Yoongi at long last removed his teeth from Jimin’s skin, the omega shuddered and felt himself shoot several ropes of cum up his own belly.
He remained out of it for a long while; only partially aware of the way his body began to shiver. Only partially aware that blankets soiled with cum and slick were gathered around his body. Only partially aware of the gentle rocking motions as Yoongi began to stimulate himself again.
Jimin fully came back to awareness with the splash of hot liquid hitting his chest. He blinked up stupidly, realizing he was lying on his back in the pile of blankets, legs spread and knees up in the air. The auroras had faded away, but the stars were still brilliant in the sky above. Directly above him, Yoongi stood, holding his stiff cock, milking the last of his knot. Splattering cum all over Jimin’s body again before he knelt down and slipped his cock back inside the omega and released the last of his load.
Later, after the electricity conveniently came back, Jimin would scrub his body until it was red and he was squeaky clean. But in that moment, all he wanted was to be coated by his alpha’s seed until there was no question about to whom he belonged.
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Yoongi was very confused as to why he couldn’t successfully breed his omega, no matter how many times he filled him with his seed. He didn’t even have heats! The conversation that followed his concerned comment to Jimin was…mind opening, to say the least.
Eventually though, after a few years had passed and Yoongi was no longer just Jimin’s “house husband” (what Jimin called it when the alpha didn’t know how to earn his own money yet), Yoongi’s omega came off his “birth control” and finally, at long last, had a full-blown, exhausting week-long heat.
Yoongi happily fucked his omega silly across all surfaces of their home (inside and out) until there was no question that he had bred his mate.
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The End.
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