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“I love you, but there’s absolutely no way I’m hauling my ass over to Honey’s tonight.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” Taehyung whines from his spot on the couch. “I need a wingman, someone to guard that bussy in case a guy gets too handsy,” he adds, slapping the aforementioned with a good hand.

He should have known when Taehyung texted him that he’d come with a plan.

And yes, it’s Friday night, well past 10PM and Jeongguk could use a drink. The week did just chew him up and spit him out, but still.

“It’s not always about you, you know?” Jeongguk sighs, rubbing exhaustion out of his eyes as his laptop screen flashes three more replies to the latest email thread. “Omega night at the club is like, the last place I wanna be right now. I don’t need more twinks trolling for my dick, Tae. I’m tired.”

“Okay, pillow princess,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Consider this, though: you might be tired of getting nonstop action, but some of us here are terminally single.”

He throws a glance his way. “You just spent the entire week at Yoongi’s.” He sniffs the air. “Did you even shower? You reek.”

“Hater.”

“You’re on my couch, eating my snacks, trying to bully me into going out to the monthly Omega fuckfest,” he points out as he presses send on his last work email of the day.

“Come on. You need fresh air, some cutie to bare his neck. You love scenting.”

That, he does.

Which is why going to a bar seems like the opposite of a good choice. It’s impossible to smell anything in there, everyone’s scents mixing into a cloud of horniness and booze so, no thank you.

“I’m just…” he starts, trying to justify himself.

He’s an Alpha. An Alpha in his prime, even, and he’s had his fair share of fun since he presented a couple years back, but the whole thing has sort of lost its appeal now.

Sex sort of feels perfunctory at this point, a means to an end.

Slick it up, get it down, sweat it off with the occasional knot popping here and there.

Maybe he’d feel differently if he had popped one in the last year or so.

“You really wanna go?” he asks, regretting his question as Taehyung’s face splits into a pleased smile.

“Please, Yoongi’s gonna be out of town for the rest of the month. I’m desperate.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And he’s fine with that?”

The raspberry Tae blows in his direction is entirely warranted. “Get out of here with that shit! If I wanted a sermon, I would have gone to Bible study with my mom.”

He winces. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just figured— you guys have been spending a lot of time together lately, I don’t know where you stand.”

“Well, for your information, you neanderthal— Yoongi’s perfectly fine with the way things are. He has his guy in Jeju, too—fucking insane looking Beta, abs like a washboard. So I’m gonna cruise for bruises tonight. Have a little fun,” he winks as a fresh wave of gardenias hits Jeongguk’s nose.

“Jesus,” he coughs. “Leave some for the other Alphas.”

“Oh, you and your hatred of floral scents. You’re so picky,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Come on. We’re gonna have fun tonight. That’s the Kim Taehyung guarantee.”

Kim Taehyung guarantee, my ass.

He should have known, should have placed a bet even—that the second they stepped into Honey’s, Taehyung would be gone like the wind.

In most Alphas’ eyes, Taehyung is the equivalent of hitting the jackpot at the slot machine: easy on the eyes, down for fun, and a bit of a size queen.

You don’t find Omegas like that outside of your own private browser history.

For Jeongguk, who’s had to endure the neverending parade of suitors encroaching on their space back in school, Taehyung’s extremely appealing scent is closer to a lovable nuisance, like a pet you get stuck with.

He means well, though, and Jeongguk wouldn’t have so much as peeked out of his shell hadn’t it been for Tae’s steel determination and a slight obsession for makeover TV.

Out with the pauper, in with the prince.

But that was years ago, and he doesn’t need someone tugging on his sleeve and stealing his glasses to get people interested in him nowadays. In fact, he’s pretty sure he could still be wearing his glasses and pull a decent amount.

But he’s not trying to, so he takes a spot at the very end of the bar, where one of the overhead pink lights is slightly dimmer.

“Hey, can I get a whiskey sour?” he hails one of the bartenders as he turns his back to him, trying to scour the crowd in search of Taehyung’s curly mop of hair.

No luck.

Fuck. Well—here’s to a night of lonely drinking and gentle rebuttals.

He turns back on his stool, eyeing the bottles behind the bar with a resigned sigh.

“Damn, who died?” a voice raises as his drink slides its way to him.

He looks up.

Jeongguk’s first thought is: jawline.

No, that’s not true.

Jeongguk’s first thought, his very first thought, is: Fuck. Me!

They tend to hire good looking people at Honey’s. Makes for good business. You get the Alphas all riled up with that unattainable shit, and Omegas like a friendly face serving them drinks.

But having this guy on shift on Omega Night can’t be a good decision—not when he easily outshines the entire lineup of people queuing up for drinks.

And he’s just wearing a black top. He’s not even trying.

Jesus Christ.

So it’s been a while since Jeongguk’s been interested in someone, like, sexually.

He sees attractive people in the street, at the gym, at the store, but they don’t do much for him.

They’re fleeting thoughts, gone as soon as they erupt.

But this guy—

Oof, this guy.

“You know, I know you can speak,” the bartender says, still staring at him. “I heard you ask for a whiskey sour. No please and thank you for that, either,” he notes.

He’s got that kind of look in his eye, judgey but playful, and jet black hair falling into a curtain Jeongguk is suddenly itching to push back.

Show me more at that face, he silently pleads. It’s a damn crime to hide it.

“Sorry— ” he clears his throat, “Thanks. For the drink. And I’m fine, just needed it bad,” he adds, taking a sizable sip.

“Yeah, figured. you’re in the sulk corner,” the bartender hums.

Voice like velvet.

Lips plush and pink.

He squeezes his legs together.

“The what?”

“The sulk corner. That’s where clients usually go after their third rejection in a row. But you just walked in.”

So he saw him come in. That’s a good sign.

“Ah, yeah,” he winces. “I came with a friend, lost him in the crowd, and I wasn’t really feeling like going out tonight, so…”

“...Sulk corner,” the bartender finishes for him.

“Yeah.”

God, his eyes are like furnaces. Jeongguk almost looks away for fear of being burned.

“So—Rough week?” the other man asks as he pours liquor down shot glasses.

“Kind of,” Jeongguk sighs, taking a generous gulp of his drink. He takes another look at the bartender. “I don’t know why I’m lying. My week sucked.”

“Blergh. Want me to top you off? It’s on the house.”

Okay, that’s definitely a sign, right?

He pushes his glass closer to the guy, relishing on the light brush of their fingers as he grabs it to fill it up.

“Don’t you have to take other people’s orders?” he asks as he watches the bartender pour, transfixed by the curl of his biceps.

He’s surprisingly built, for an Omega.

“Oh, yeah, I’m just waiting,” the bartender shrugs.

“Waiting for what?”

“For you to ask for my name, so I can ask for yours.”

Deep breaths, holy fuck.

Hook, line and sinker. Nevermind that Jeongguk wasn’t looking to hook up tonight.

He appraises the bartender, eyebrows raised and laser focused on his lips. “Jeongguk.”

“Just Jeongguk?” the bartender smiles—not too much. Just enough for him to have to lean a bit closer to see it better.

“For now,” he says, licking his lips. Maybe it’s the heat in this place, or his drink not quite quenching the kind of thirst he’s experiencing, but his skin is kind of buzzing right now.

“Okay, Just Jeongguk,” the bartender eventually replies as he reluctantly steps back—the line is getting kind of crazy. “Then I’m Just Jimin. You’re gonna stay around and sulk some more?”

“Oh, I’m not leaving this chair for the rest of the night,” he promises.

Jimin huffs. “Good luck, then. With a scent like that, you’re lucky if you don’t get mobbed within the next twenty minutes.”

“Come save me if I do?” he asks almost shamelessly, smiling for the first time of the week.

Jesus, take the wheel.

Jimin smiles back, cocky little tilt of the chin to signify conversation’s over for now, but it’s fine—Jeongguk needs the time to figure out what kind of night he’s in for.

So here are the facts.

One. He is very, very attracted to this man. Like, pop a boner in the middle of a bar stuffed with more than willing Omegas attracted.

Two. The bartender—Jimin, he corrects himself— seems at least a little interested in him. Jeongguk’s honestly thankful he didn’t have to bro out and go all Alpha to get his attention—it’s always humiliating, the display of chest, arms, whatever. Makes him feel like a show pony, a little. So hurray for genetics and his face card being seemingly enough to warrant name exchanges.

And three. If he plays his cards right, there’s a good chance he won’t come home alone tonight. His place is relatively clean, he has a set of fresh sheets on the bed, and some scent remover for his laundry load later so he’s all good on that front.

Which only leaves the one question.

He’s very particular about scents. Taehyung makes fun of him for it, calls him a fussy queen, but there’s truly nothing worse than your entire apartment reeking of patchouli—he’ll stand by that.

And, as expected it’s nearly impossible to catch anything in the cloud of Omegas surrounding the bar.

A strong wave of peach blossom hits his nose as a girl trips and falls into his little bermuda triangle of safety and she blinks, probably thrown by Jeongguk’s scent.

“Oh, hey,” she smiles, eyes hungry as she mentally dresses him down.

His wolf is already on it before he consciously does anything— the dampener he sends makes her wrinkle her nose, and he almost feels sorry for her.

Jeongguk’s wolf is a prickly, stubborn Alpha. A stupid fucking dog, only ever perking up at the worst possible time, leading Jeongguk astray on wild goose chases more often than he’d like to admit. He likes his life ordained, socks folded in a drawer, lines of code neatly stacked up on his computer, that sort of thing.

His wolf only ever wants chaos.

And maybe that should ring a few alarm bells, that he’s in tune with him on this one, practically wagging his tail at the thought of nosing at Jimin’s scent gland, so Jeongguk can only pray the Omega smells as good as he looks.

He stares at him some more, unabashedly getting caught as he does, but unable and unwilling to look away.

“Ah, there you are,” Tae’s familiar voice suddenly finds him.

He’s had time to picture Jimin’s sweaty body kneeling in his bedsheets about twenty different ways, so it’s with his cheeks flushed and his knee jumping up and down like a fucking rabbit that he replies: “Oh— I thought you’d left already.”

“Jesus!” Tae wrinkles his nose as he scooches next to him. “You smell like a fucking barn, are you in pre-rut?”

He flushes. “What? No! I just.. I met someone interesting.”

“What?” Taehyung replies, incredulous. “Where?”

He eyes the bartender, hurrying at the other end of the bar. “Here.”

“Him?” Taehyung guffaws. “That’s… I mean that’s interesting.”

He frowns. “What?”

“No, it’s just—You don’t usually go for his type.”

“I don’t go for anyone.”

“Okay, yeah but,” Taehyung starts. Before he gets to finish his sentence, Jimin is back, lazy smile on his face.

“Hey—Seems like you found your friend, after all.”

“Jesus, you’re hotter from up close,” Taehyung blurts out.

Jimin tilts his head. “Thank you?”

“Don’t listen to him,” Jeongguk says, trying to bar access to the bartender with his shoulders.

Which he definitely notices. Ooh, his little smile is shooting straight down Jeongguk’s cock. It’s like he knows all the buttons to press.

“Want another drink?”

Taehyung presses his sweaty body against his back, shameless. “Strawberry daiquiri, please and thank you—and also, your phone number tattooed on my ass.”

Jeongguk growls.

Fucking growls, in a bar full of Omegas. “Tae,” he starts.

His friends’ eyes grow a little as he takes a step back. “Down, Alpha. Geeze, I was kidding. Mostly. I do want a daiquiri.”

“Coming right up,” Jimin nods, smug now.

“What’s gotten into you,” Jeongguk whispers once the bartender is out of earshot, “You cruising for Omega slick now?”

“Om— Jeongguk,” Taehyung replies cautiously, “Do you think your hot bartender is an Omega?”

He shakes his head.“What? Of course he is, they only hire Omegas at Honey’s. Kind of the whole point,” he says, circling the joint with a finger.

“Not on Omega night, you fool! That’s an Alpha you’re crushing on.”

“No way,” Jeongguk frowns again.

“I can assure you,” Jimin interrupts their conversation as he slides the strawberry daiquiri towards Taehyung, “that yes, way.”

Wait a minute.

Now wait a damn minute.

“What, really? But—” he starts, “You know I’m an Alpha, right?”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He blinks. “And you were still hitting on me?”

“And I was still hitting on you.”

He swallows. “So, that’s something you’re into.”

Jimin leans against the back counter, shrugs as he crosses his arms against his chest. “A hot guy is a hot guy.”

“Agreed,” Taehyung chimes in.

“Nobody asked,” Jeongguk immediately retorts.

Okay, this changes things.

Or does it?

Does it change things?

He’s still staring at every curve of Jimin’s body, his lips, the slight sheen of the chain necklace against his golden skin and feeling like his wolf is about to rip out of his chest, MTV style to grab onto this man.

So, what.

Fuck it?

Jimin’s eyes narrow. His biceps jut out again.

Yeah, fuck it.

He licks his lips. “Why can’t I smell you? Are you on blockers?”

“Scent dampener,” Jimin pulls a pendant from under his shirt. “So we give customers enough of a whiff to get excited, but not so much as to distract them from each other. “That a deal breaker?”

“No,” Jeongguk says quickly.

“Kind of,” Taehyung adds. “He’s anal about scents.”

“Helpful,” he grits his teeth.

“Wasn’t trying to be,” Taehyung smiles.

“Can’t you drink your froofy cocktail in silence?” He groans as he turns his attention back to Jimin. So much for being suave.

“You still haven’t ordered, by the way,” the bartender points out. “What do you want, another whiskey sour?”

“Why don’t you surprise me?” he replies, and Tae snorts through his straw.

There’s no point in pretending, he reasons with himself. He might as well get his kicks out of this.

“So,” he clears his throat and watches Jimin’s fingers tighten around a knife, slicing a lime into quarters. “What do you smell like, normally?”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Jimin hums before grabbing a tequila bottle on the shelf behind him.

It happens so smoothly, he barely has time to register it. He just watches in shock as Jimin swipes a thumb across his tongue before dipping it in salt.

“Open up for me.”

His eyes widen— literally static in his brain as he considers the offer.

Alright, yeah, okay.

His lips part instinctively as the other Alpha pushes in, tanginess hitting his tongue and hungry eyes burning a trail of fire down his navel. He sucks in, relishing in scraping the salt off Jimin’s thumb as he does, catching the faintest glimpse of a scent.

Something metallic, notes of honey— some kind of spice, maybe?

The exact name doesn’t matter. What does matter, however, is the way the deep musk of it makes Jeongguk’s mouth water, and his insides taut with need.

Yeah.

He wants this. He wants this real bad.

“Good boy,” he thinks he hears Jimin whisper as he takes his finger out, wiping it on Jeongguk’s chin.

The compliment burns with equal amounts of shame and pleasure, and he flushes as he nods. Besides them, Taehyung just whistles.

“Your drink,” Jimin adds, pushing the shot.

He downs it without breaking eye contact.

“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung coughs.

“Drink your daiquiri,” he says, eyes still on Jimin.

“Okay,” he says, holding out a lime. “Now bite down, Alpha.”

He grabs onto Jimin’s wrist with a strong grip, pulling the lime slice close enough for him to bite. Juice trickles down the palm of his hand as he does, and he licks a fat stripe off his arm.

“So?” Jimin adds a little breathlessly, betraying his own arousal. “What are we thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” he rasps as he sets the lime aside, “that I’d like to know when your shift is ending.”

Kissing an Alpha, as it turns out, isn’t all that different from kissing anyone else.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and Jimin’s tongue curling against the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth— outrageously loud in the back of the taxi, is only stoking the flames.

He moans, unabashedly turned on, and Jimin pulls on his bottom lip.

Fuck, that’s hot.

That poor taxi driver probably wishes he’d put the privacy screen up.

“So, is that a common occurrence for you?” he pants, searing furious kisses down the column of Jimin’s throat.

The Alpha laughs.“Going home with a hot hunk?” He digs his nails deep into Jeongguk’s shoulder blades, pushing them further down the backseat. “Yeah, occasionally.”

He noses at the other man’s scent gland, releasing a wave of very potent, very aroused pheromones, and both let out an almost angry whine of pleasure.

“You know what I mean, come on—”

Jimin bites his lip, pulls it a little. “Ah, with another Alpha,” he says, his voice deep as he sighs the last word.

His legs spread wide, erection impossible to miss in those tight pants of his.”Yeah—once or twice,” he hums, fingers slipping underneath his shirt to scrape at Jeongguk’s happy trail. “I like the chase.”

His scent spikes up, deep, musky, and Jeongguk’s cock jumps in his jeans.

This is new, Jeongguk thinks to himself.

Regardless of how the night ends, it’ll be different.

Because the other Alpha kisses him like he’s gearing up for a fight, and the thought of it keeps sending dirty thrills down Jeongguk’s spine.

It’s claim, or be claimed, his instincts whisper.

From their exchange at the bar, Jeongguk is starting to get a sense of which one he’d like to be.

He lets his hand lower, palming the Alpha’s cock through his jeans. “You ever get fucked?”

“Do you?” Jimin chuckles, grin lazy and wide like a cat. His fingers catch on Jeongguk’s nipple, pinching it a little, and he hisses.

Fuck, he’s good.

“Just curious about how it feels, is all.”

Jimin’s other hand, now resting tortuously low on the small of his back, slips under the band of his underwear. “You keep talking to me like that,” he rasps out, index digging into his ass crack, wicked hot against his hole , “and I’m gonna cream my pants before you ever find out.”

God.

He’s not that far from coming himself, so he takes a deep breath, trying to regain enough composure not to flash the driver and get arrested for public indecency.

“We’re almost there,” he breathes as he pulls away reluctantly.

He takes in the sight.

Bruised lips, tousled hair and golden skin now marred with teeth marks.

He’s so hot—intoxicating, now that the scent dampener is wearing off.

“Saffron,” he says suddenly and watches Jimin smile grow pleased.

“Saffron,” he confirms.

“Fuck, you’re like expensive, expensive.”

He catches Jeongguk’s jaw in his hand. “You have no idea.”

When they finally get to his place, the disgruntled taxi driver ends up billing them extra before letting them out— some sort of payback for ruining his backseat, no doubt. Between Jimin’s scent and his, the whole car smells like an opium den.

Jimin’s hand curls around his waist to squeeze it, hips flushed against Jeongguk’s back while he fumbles for his keys.

“I couldn’t smell you, in the car,” he hums. “Is that Amber? Your scent.”

He grunts, jostling the door open as fast as he can.“Good catch—most people clock it as Sandalwood.”

“I’m not most people,” Jimin points out as they step in.

“So I’ve heard.”

He catches the bartender’s lips in another bruising kiss, pushing them both towards his bedroom door. There’s no need to pretend either of them care about an apartment tour, right now.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he laps at his skin, finally allowing himself a proper taste.

They waste no time in shucking shoes and jackets to the floor, and Jeongguk’s knees nearly buckle when the clink of Jimin’s belt makes a resounding noise hitting the ground.

“No underwear?”

“Omega night at Honey’s,” he shrugs, pulling down his jeans.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen.

Yeah, okay.

He doesn’t know what he expected. Jimin’s an Alpha. He was bound to have a sizable dick.

“Too much?”

Judging by his own scent and how much his mouth is watering right now…

“Just enough,” he replies, dropping to his knees.

The other Alpha’s eyes burn hot, charcoal black guiding him like a lighthouse, and a wave of sudden panic takes over his wolf.

It’s fine, he tells himself. You want this.

Jimin’s thumb finds his way down to his chin again, and he parts his lips, waiting.

“You ever get your mouth stuffed, Alpha?”

He shakes his head. Jimin already knows this.

The words that come out next are barely a whisper on his tongue. “Wanna show me?” he murmurs, eyes lost in his.

The low growl that leaves Jimin’s throat as he pushes in flips his entire world upside down.

Holy. Fuck.

This is way better than anything he could have imagined. The weight of it, pulsing on his tongue. The size, filling him up.

Now that Jeongguk has a mouthful of it, Jimin’s scent is impossible to ignore. The Alpha’s musk practically burns his nostrils, and his wolf keens, pleading with him when he moves to take him deeper.

“Oh, fuck—” Jimin’s legs give out as he hits the back of Jeongguk’s throat, hands grabbing for purchase. They settle on the nape of his neck, fucking in and out, sloppy wet sounds going straight to Jeongguk’s cock, whose hips keep rutting against the hardword floors like a teenager in rut.

His Alpha growls uncomfortably.

Shut the fuck up, he mentally cusses. You wanted this. You asked for it. Now’s not the time to back down.

His wolf pushes back, whining louder.

Turns out, as enthusiastic as Jeongguk is about it, getting his mouth fucked presents an interesting challenge.

On a surface level, he knows his Alpha wants this more than anything. Recognizes Jimin as a viable mate, someone to roll in the hay with and nuzzle against when he’s spent.

But on a deeper, physical one, his body is pushing back, resisting the claim. His Alpha thrashes, this time in shame as Jimin’s cock pushes deep inside him.

Relent, Jeongguk groans. Submit. This is what you wanted.

“Hey,” Jimin says as he rubs a thumb on the back of his ear. “Don’t stress. Give your Alpha some time to adjust.”

He takes a breath, then another before he manages to relax, jaw no longer taut but hiccuping little moans, louder with each gentle slide of Jimin’s dick, pushing in and out with less and less resistance.

“There you go,” Jimin hums, fucking in shallowly. “Good boy. Want me to tell him to submit? Might help,” he offers, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

Inside, Jeongguk’s wolf wails in pleasure and in shame. “Yeah, do it.”

Saffron fills his nostrils, nails planted in the side of his cheeks, and he feels a trickle of sweat fall down the small of his back.

“Come on. Be a good pup for me,” Jimin’s voice growls deep, holding Jeongguk’s jaw almost tenderly. “Submit.”

The shock of the order ripples through Jeongguk’s body, sending in shockwaves that make his toes curl, bringing almost to the edge.

He whines.

This is what he’s been waiting for.

This feeling, like for the first time in his life, he’s been caught.

Like the vice grip Jimin holds him with as he starts fucking his mouth in earnest is never going to relent.

Like all he can do, all he has to do is to obey.

His knees burn, pleasure building with each thrust, and he closes his eyes, allowing the low wail of his Alpha to escape his lips.

Please, he begs, unsure of what he’s asking for.

Please.

Please.

Stars start dancing across his eyes, and he pulls off hurriedly. “Shit—I’m gonna come,” Jeongguk warns, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

“Show me,” Jimin demands, and he follows wordlessly. He pulls his pants down in one go, finally freeing his cock, and the relief almost makes him topple over.

“Fuck, look at it,” the bartender whispers, thumb hooked in Jeongguk’s mouth. “I should be the one on my knees right now.”

He hums around the digit. “There’s always next time.”

Jimin’s grin turns predatory. “Damn right.” He looks down. “Well? Go on, then. Come.”

The command rips a surprising orgasm out of him, the other Alpha’s smug smile growing as he watches spurts of cum paint Jeongguk’s thighs and his own.

“Fuck—” he groans, pleasure washing over him, making him dizzy.

Coming untouched wasn’t really in his plans for the night. “Did you just—?”

The Alpha shrugs. “Oldest trick in the book. Okay, up,” he urges, bringing Jeongguk’s face close to his. “Up, up, up. Wanna reward you for being so good. Tell me what you need, baby.”

Your knot, apparently is what Jeongguk’s impossibly horny brain replies.

Thankfully, his mouth takes the lead. “Bed. Now.”

“Ah, so you can be bossy,” Jimin smirks, following him into the bedroom.

He sheds his shirt, pants, and ruined boxers before walking in, slowing down to let Jimin appreciate the show.

“I’m sure you get this like, all the time,” the bartender says as his eyes take in Jeongguk’s full body, “But you’re insanely hot.”

“Been told that, once or twice, yeah,” he stretches smugly.

“Good,” he murmurs, kissing him filthy, raw. His hand braces around Jeongguk’s cock, sensitivity making him hiss, Alpha sated for now.

He vaguely registers the back of his knees hitting the bed frame, Jimin’s searing kisses leaving a trail of desire building hot hot hot into his core, his cock slowly stirring back to life.

With all the courage he can muster, he hoists himself on his elbows, and groans against Jimin’s mouth. “You gonna knot me, Alpha?”

The bartender’s breath skips, smile honey sweet and words stinging him like a wasp. “Don’t bite on more than you can chew. You sucked one dick. Getting bred is a whole other thing.”

Jealousy spikes, unwelcome, but unsurprising. He grits his teeth. “Got a lot of experience in the domain?”

“Don’t pout,” Jimin pacifies him with a nip on his scent gland. “Alpha will knot you next time.”

The words drip hot along Jeongguk’s throat, his Alpha keening as Jimin scents him thoroughly.

“God, you smell good when you’re aroused. How do you want it? On your back, so you can watch?”

“You know what I want,” he replies, dark. “You made me submit. So finish your claim.”

Jimin’s eyes widen.

“Oh,” he says, his hand stilling on Jeongguk’s cock. “You want it like that, huh. Mounted and everything.”

And that’s when Jeongguk realizes a crucial truth about himself.

He does. He really does.

He wants Jimin to flip him on his mattress, stuff him full and nasty, pace unrelenting—that spicy scent of his claiming every inch of his body as he feels the stretch and nothing but the stretch until they collapse, spent and happy. And then he wants Jimin to claim him again, pound into his ruined hole til his alpha falls silent, til nothing’s left but shame and an ache in the small of his back, seed leaking down his thighs.

Silently, he rolls over, spreading his knees. Arching his back.

Like he’s seen countless Omegas do.

“Lube’s in the drawer.”

For the first time since he’s presented at the age of seventeen, Jeongguk and his wolf are perfectly in tune with each other.

So Jeongguk has fucked his fair share of Omegas in his day. Prided himself on being pretty darn good at it, too, if the gush of slick leaking on his cock was any indicator.

Being on the receiving end of it is a whole other story.

A soft voice whispers in his ear. “How are we doing, pup? You like it? Feels good?”

“Yeah-yeah, definitely,” he replies, scent spiking as Jimin continues to stretch him with his fingers.

A knuckle brushes past what he can only assume to be his prostate, he can’t help the loud moan escaping his lips. “Oh, my God.”

So this is what he’s been missing.

It dawns on him, not for the first time tonight that this is maybe, exactly what he’s been after all this time.

Someone—no, not someone, Jimin— inside him.

He moans, again and again, the other Alpha taking his sweet time, pace tortuously slow.

“You want it?” Jimin grunts in his ear. “Want Alpha to fuck your little hole?”

As far as roleplay goes, the bartender seems to know exactly what to say.

He bucks up his hips. “Yeah, yeah, fuck—”

Everything has turned desert hot between them, Jeongguk’s hands clutching his bedsheets, their scents spiking almost in tandem.

It’s making him heady with need, knees giving out with each thrust.

This is so good, so hot, the weight of another wolf on him, breath on the side of his neck, scent filling him up almost as well as his hand, so he allows himself to get lost in the feeling.

This is what he wanted. To be claimed. To be had.

Alpha—

“I think you’re ready, pup,” Jimin whispers, unrelenting as his fingers pump deep inside, bottle cap popping open behind him. “Thank fuck for unscented lube.”

The sound of him slicking himself up makes Jeongguk’s cock jump, painful and swollen against the sheets, and he lets out a strangled breath. “Anal about scents, remember?”

Slick drips directly onto his puckered hole, squeezing as Jimin takes out his fingers. “Course I do—hey, how’s your Alpha doing?”

His scent spikes, stronger this time, and he bites his lip, straining to keep himself from coming on the spot.

“He wants you. Bad.”

“Okay,” Jimin breathes. “Then come get it.”

The tip of Jimin’s cock brushes against his hole, and he pants eagerly.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, he takes one deep breath.

And pushes back onto the Alpha’s cock.

Holy shit.

Oh, fuck.

He whines, a continuous moan, the sensation overwhelming, the breach of Jimin’s cock rendering him speechless.

His Alpha wails feebly.

Jimin’s Alpha hums in return. “Relax,” he coaxes, releasing a fresh wave of pheromones to calm him down. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

“Fuck, Alpha,” he hears himself moan, utterly serious as he falls limp under him.

It all feels So Good.

So right.

Jimin hums in pleasure, sending little shivers down Jeongguk’s spine as he presses sweaty kisses on the back of his neck before grabbing it with a sure hand, thrusts slowly going deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, pup, spread yourself for me—You’re doing so good,” he praises, wrapping a wet hand around Jeongguk’s cock, jerking him off as he pistons into him.

His body feels liquid, the only noise the slap of Jimin’s cock and their chorus of growls and moans.

He rasps out—babbles something, maybe.

There’s no inner fight anymore, no resistance.

His wolf is silent.

“Harder—” he manages to say when the fullness isn’t enough. “You can go harder.”

Pressure’s already building deep inside, and he lets out a quasi guttural moan when Jimin’s hand pushes his head into the mattress.

“I’m not gonna last long,” the other Alpha warns as he picks up the pace, so good, so good— “Fuck, look at you,” he says and his hand, too small for the girth, squeezes the base of Jeongguk’s cock. “You’re so hot—Should make you fuck me after.”

He flushes, visual too tempting not to be curious. “You wanna?”

“I just think—” he punctuates with a particularly punishing thrust, “that I might wanna sit on that big dick of yours, now that I’ve seen it,” Jimin heaves, and he purrs at the idea.

He tilts his head back, fighting the orgasm building in. “Anything,” he promises.

He’ll give him anything.

Jimin’s lips pause right on his scent gland, the slightest, smallest bite into it. “Would you fuck me good, Alpha? Like I’m fucking you now?”

“Yeah,” he flushes, and Jimin growls again. “Fuck you sloppy, hard,” he eggs on, spreading his knees even wider as the other Alpha does exactly that. “Make you take my knot.”

“Fuck, you gotta stop saying that or I’m really going to,” he pants, the squelch of his cock obscene, dizzying.

“Do it,” Jeongguk laughs. “Make me remember you tomorrow.”

His thumb presses against the head of his cock. “You’ll remember me tomorrow anyway.”

In that, he’s absolutely correct.

There’s no way Jeongguk will forget about him any time soon. Not when he’s just fucked the daylights out of him.

It’s with a loud shout that Jimin comes, draping himself over Jeongguk’s sweaty back with a delirious laugh. Somewhere deep inside, his wolf howls with pride.

There it is.

The pulsing, white hot seed filling him, dripping out as Jimin fucks in shallowly.

“Fuck—me,” he grunts as he spills into Jimin hand not a second later.

The claim is complete—cum splattered sheets serving as evidence.

The other man falls beside him, spent, and Jeongguk lets out a tired laugh. “That always like this? Alpha-fucking?”

“Don’t tell me you’re tired— You’re built like an Olympian,” Jimin exhales loudly. “Shit, I think I’m going to pass out.”

“What happened to sitting on my cock?”

Jimin opens one eye, the rest of his face hidden in the sheets. “If you can get it up before I leave tomorrow. Then sure.”

“I can totally, definitely—” he boasts, before accidentally brushing against the comforter and hissing in pain. “Okay, yeah, maybe next time,” he deflates.

The smile Jimin shares with him is a softer, content one. “Don’t feel bad— you took it like a champ. I almost came like, a million times.”

“That good, huh.”

“I’m a lucky man, that’s all I’ll say. Those poor Omegas, I almost feel bad. Like I deprived them of a national treasure.”

“My Alpha doesn’t want Omegas. He wants you,” Jeongguk says, certain, pushing a strand of sweaty hair away from Jimin’s forehead. “Only you.” He brings up the other Alpha’s wrist, rubbing his nose right up against his scent gland.

Mine.

All mine.

“What are you all sappy for?” Jimin jokes, kissing the tip of his nose “I didn’t accidentally mate you, did I?”

Jeongguk grins.

“Next time?”