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Country Manners
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Park Jimin looked around as he exited the train in the middle-of-nowhere station - if it could be called even that. It was just a slab of concrete with a small awning, completely surrounded by beautiful hills and greenery. The air was so pure and untainted when he breathed it in that it seemed to occupy double the space in his lungs. The sun was shining and the only people around were two old men talking by the small cabin that served as a ticket booth.
Jimin didn’t bother with a mask or sunglasses - being a famous YA book influencer (and also a secretly famous writer under a pseudonym) meant that no one in this extremely remote location would’ve ever heard his name.
He pulled his suitcase towards the ‘exit’, passing by the two men and greeting them with a nod. Outside, there was a small road where a nice but somewhat battered truck was parked, with a young man wearing overalls and a baseball cap leaning against its door.
“Hello,” Jimin greeted him. “is this the transport from Jin’s Refuge?”
“H’llo, Sir,” the young man greeted back, with a very heavy country accent. “You Mr. Park?”
“Yes! thank you for picking me up.”
“It’s my job, Sir. Let me get that for you,” he said, reaching for Jimin’s suitcase. He motioned Jimin to sit on the passenger front seat as he went to store the luggage in the back of the car.
Jimin sat down with a giggle. The atmosphere and the people were already so quaint, so different from the rushed robotic grind of Seoul, and exactly how he envisioned the location of his next book: a romantic love story between an arrogant alpha landowner and a committed omega conservationist. As he closed the door, he breathed in deeply the strong scent of pine, wondering if the smell came from the lush woods all around or if the Refuge produced some sort of natural diffuser for its cars. Either way, it was a rich, pleasant scent that filled his lungs and relaxed him even further.
The young man came back and, after checking Jimin was already strapped in, started the car and left the station.
Jimin couldn’t help but looking out the window and breathing in the scenery. The small town had its fair share of cute little houses and shops, but the main attraction was definitely Mother Nature - the view looked like a postcard, exactly as the pictures on Jin’s Refuge’s website advertised. Jimin was already looking forward to picking up a bike and exploring some trails and sights.
“Is the Refuge close to the lake?” he asked the driver while staring out the window.
“Not half a mile, Sir. It’s pretty this time o’ year.”
“That’s great,” Jimin sighed in satisfaction, inhaling the pine scent and congratulating himself on choosing this particular destination. He was about to start the outlining stage of his novel and already felt inspired.
Not ten minutes later, they arrived at Jin’s Refuge, a sprawling property with 10 cabins and the best rated inn on Naver within a 50-mile radius. They parked the car right by the main building which served as reception and restaurant, while the guest cabins were scattered all around the woods - ideal for those looking for peace and quiet. Jimin went straight to the entrance as the young man picked up his luggage, and was greeted by a tall, handsome man in his mid 30s.
“Welcome! You must be Mr. Park,” he said amiably, offering his hand for a handshake. “I’m Kim Namjoon, co-owner of Jin’s Refuge.”
“Nice to meet you in person, and please call me Jimin,” he said. Namjoon had been the person he had made reservations with through e-mail.
“Oh- you’re an omega?” he asked when they shook hands, seemingly surprised.
“Hum, yes? Is it a problem?” Jimin answered, a bit flustered. It was not the kind of thing people asked about in Seoul, but he supposed people in the countryside were not too finicky about second genders. He was already taking mental notes on how to incorporate this in his novel.
“No, of course not!” Namjoon laughed, shaking his head. “It’s just that it’s usually groups or couples we receive here, and when it’s a solo traveler, they’re mostly adrenaline-fuelled alphas and betas. I think you’re our first omega solo guest in 5 years!”
“I see…” - Jimin thought it made sense. Most of the activities one could do around the area involved going to deserted places that required a lot of physical strength and stamina to get to. It wasn’t a place he would’ve gone for a vacation, that was for sure. “Well, this is not a leisure trip for me, I’m doing research for my next novel! So I’ll spend a lot of time in my cabin or around the inn, maybe go to the lake and downtown sometimes.”
“Ah, I understand, you’re a writer! How wonderful. I hope this place inspires you then. But please, let me get my mate Jin and introduce you - he’s also an omega so you can come to him if you need anything, alright?” he said and left without waiting for an answer. Jimin wasn’t anticipating needing omega advice for anything during his one-week stay, but it wouldn’t hurt to know the other co-owner.
A ridiculously handsome and tall omega came out of what looked like the kitchen then, greeting Jimin enthusiastically: “Hello! I’m Jin, yes, the one and only, _the_ Jin of Jin’s Refuge! You must be Jimin! Welcome, welcome!” he shook Jimin’s hand vigorously, beaming with a large smile, and the writer was utterly charmed, giggling from the man’s flamboyant introduction.
“Nice to meet you, Jin-ssi. Thank you for coming out and meeting me,” he said.
“Of course! We proud ourselves for having the best customer service in the region and you’re our first solo omega guest in forever! You’ll get extra special service, little one! Tell me, how do you like your eggs in the morning? Orange or grapefruit juice? Firm or soft mattress? Lavender or citrus scent on your sheets?”
“Babe, babe,” Namjoon intervened, “Jimin-ssi is just arrived from Seoul, that’s 6 hours - I’m sure he’s very tired. Let’s check him in and then tomorrow morning you can interrogate him, hm?”
“Oh, yes, of course!” the man said. “I hope you have a wonderful stay with us, Jimin-ssi, please hit me up for anything you need, ok? I’m usually in the kitchens or in the gardens,” he said with a smile and left.
After checking in and getting his keys, Namjoon asked him to accompany him to his cabin. Jimin noticed his suitcase was nowhere around, but Namjoon told him his employee had already taken it to his cabin.
When they arrived, the cabin was just as pretty and cozy as the pictures promised. The door was open and his suitcase was already there by the king-sized bed; a large desk was placed in front of the window, and a nice armchair by the fireplace. The décor was simple but charming.
“Here are your keys, please use the phone to contact us for anything you need. Dinner is at the main building from 6 to 8, breakfast tomorrow 7 to 10,” Namjoon explained before leaving.
Jimin smiled widely - so far, the trip was everything he had hoped for.
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Jimin slept beautifully through the night, but woke up feeling a bit restless and dizzy. He went down to the restaurant and met Jin right as he was approaching his designated breakfast table.
“Good morning! How are you feeling today? Did you have a good night’s sleep?” Jin asked.
“I slept really well, thank you. This pine scent diffuser you guys use is divine, I think it really helped. But I don’t know why, I woke up feeling a bit weird and dizzy,” Jimin answered truthfully.
Jin just stared at him a bit, then approached and took a big sniff off him.
“Oh, dear. Come here,” he said, pulling Jimin to a room at the back of the reception.
“Jimin-ssi, I think you’re in pre-heat. Your scent - peaches, is it? - is very strong right now, more so than yesterday.”
“That’s impossible. My heat is pretty regular, it’s supposed to come in 3 weeks or so,” he explained.
“Well, judging by what I can smell right now and the reaction from the group of alphas sitting at one of the tables when you came in, I’m pretty sure it’s close,” he explained, feeling sorry for the poor omega guest.
Jimin thought about it; it would explain his dizziness and restlessness, but it was so out of the blue.
“I’m not doubting you, Jin-ssi, but my heats are never early. Why on Earth would it come now?”
“I have a theory… you mentioned a pine scent?”
“Hm, yes? I smelled it in the car, then in my room. Is it an aphrodisiac or something?”
Jin sighed. “You could say that. That’s not a diffuser, that’s the scent of my younger brother who went to pick you up. His scent is usually pretty strong since he does all the heavy physical tasks around, but we never tell him to wash it off ‘cause we usually don’t have unmated omegas around…”
“Oh,” Jimin was so embarrassed he wanted to sink in the floor. He had liked the scent so much he had breathed it in deeply whenever he found it, and he actually chased it around the room, trying to find the source. He just never realised it was coming from the young man; if he did, he would’ve avoided it, knowing that when an omega liked an alpha scent that much, it could actually trigger an early heat.
“Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Jimin whispered, feeling a bit desperate when he realised that spending a heat by himself, away from his nest and with no toys, would be an awful torture. “I usually spend my heats with an alpha friend, but he’d never make it here on time.”
“Oh, don’t worry!” Jin said, amiably. “I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind servicing you!”
Silence followed. Then:
“What?!” Jimin gaped at him.
“Jungkook, my brother, the one with the pine scent,” Jin explained, as if volunteering his brother to spend a heat with a stranger was the most common thing in the world. “If his scent has triggered you, I’m sure you won’t be satisfied by anything else. He’s used to helping a few local omegas, don’t worry - he’ll treat you well. I can get someone to cover his shifts, he’ll service you until the end. What do you think?”
“I-“ Jimin was literally speechless. He wished he had more time to get used to how straightforward about heats people were in the countryside, because it was messing with his head. “I couldn’t possibly impose on you or him in that way, Jin-ssi. Is there a heat hotel around here, I can move…”
“Nonsense!” he cried, as if the idea offended him terribly. “We don’t have that sort of thing in this area, Jimin-ssi. The alphas around here consider servicing an omega in heat a great honour, and we actually think it’s good fortune to have someone in heat or rut around. It’s good for the fertility of the land! Don’t worry, the cabin is well isolated, no one will hear you guys,” he explained, with a knowing smile on his face.
Jimin was at an impasse. If he listened to his omega, it was an ideal scenario: spending a triggered heat with a young alpha with the most wonderful scent he’d ever smelled, being ‘serviced’ for three days with no worries. But human Jimin was so embarrassed by the whole thing that he could barely look at Jin’s face. His scent probably soured a little bit, and Jin came and embraced him.
“Don’t worry, little one, I promise we’ll take care of you even if you don’t want Jungkook to help you. Look, here’s what we’ll do - let’s go back to your cabin and bring a lot of cushions and blankets so you can build your nest in peace. Then in a little while I’ll send Jungkook to bring your breakfast, and you can talk to him about it and decide. Either way, you’ll be safe and protected, ok? What do you think?”
“Okay,” Jimin answered, finding the idea of starting on his nest right away pretty perfect. He’d deal with the alpha later.
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“H’llo? Mr. Park? It’s Jungkook, I brought you breakfast!”
Jimin startled when the knock came and almost fell from the edge of the bed, where he was tucking in some of his clothes. He took a deep breath and opened the door, finding the young man who’d picked him up the day before with a full tray in his hands.
“Oh, come in. You can leave it here,” Jimin said as he pushed his computer away and freed some space on the desk.
While the young man did it, Jimin took the time to finally look at him properly. He was still wearing baggy overalls, t-shirt and baseball cap, but apart from that Jimin noticed he was strong and handsome, with friendly eyes.
But of course, all that paled in comparison to his mouth-watering scent, now a bit dulled from what was probably a good wash on his neck and wrists. Jin had probably told him to do it before coming in, and Jimin was grateful; that scent really did things to him, and he wanted to be in his right mind when talking to the alpha.
Jungkook put the tray down the desk and quickly left the cabin, but waited for Jimin outside.
“So, hm…” Jimin didn’t know how to start, it was all so embarrassing.
“Jin told me ‘bout it,” Jungkook said, in his straightforward way. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, don’t feel sorry! Please, none of us had any idea… also, please call me Jimin…”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, Jimin-ssi… your scent also smells pretty nice to me,” he said, smiling shyly.
“Oh, I see,” Jimin blushed, thinking how triggered heats were usually result of great compatibility between potential partners.
“I’d be most honoured to service you through your heat,” he said, sounding very genuine about it.
“Really? I feel so awful asking, you don’t even know me.”
“Well…” Jungkook said dragging the syllables, like he was thinking about it. “First of all you’re not asking, I’m offering; and second, it’s not like it makes any difference if we know each other when we’ll be just… you know. Copulating all the time,” he said candidly.
Jimin couldn’t help but laugh then. It was actually refreshing how unbothered people were about sexual things around there.
“That’s one way of looking at it,” he said and thought ‘fuck it, if they’re all so cool with it, i’ll just go along.’
“Then please, I’m counting on you,” he told Jungkook, bowing a little bit.
“Of course,” Jungkook said, bowing back. “How much time d’ya suppose we got ’til it hits? Should I bring condoms?’
“Hm, I’m on a very strong birth control regimen so there’s no need for them. I think it’s probably gonna hit tonight or tomorrow morning, my pre-heats are usually short.”
“Alright. I’ll go make some arrangements and come back tonight then,” Jungkook said, then pulled down the straps of his overalls and stripped off his t-shirt, just like that. Jimin could only stare as the most beautifully chiseled torso he’d ever seen in person was casually displayed and the scent of pine bombarded his senses.
“Oh my God…” he whispered, trying (and failing) to take his eyes off Jungkook’s body.
The alpha just snorted and pulled up the straps back over his bare shoulders, then gave him the t-shirt:
“Here, for the nest. I’ll see you later then, Jimin-ssi,” he said, turning around and leaving a disbelieving Jimin staring at his back.
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“Well, I’m glad there’s someone to help you, that’s all I’m saying,” Hoseok said on the phone, after Jimin had called him to explain what happened and tell his friend he wouldn’t have to take days off for Jimin’s heat in three-weeks time anymore. Also to give him all the info about the inn and its owners, for safety reasons.
“I’m kinda freaked by how unbothered they are by the whole thing, but my omega is in Heaven. His scent, hyung,” Jimin confessed while rolling around his nest and breathing in deeply from Jungkook’s t-shirt, “it’s kinda driving me insane.”
Hoseok laughed, “Well, take it easy on the poor country boy. We know how you get by the second day,” he teased, recalling how whiny and demanding Jimin became in the height of his heat.
“He’s kinda young, so I’ll try to reign myself in,” Jimin explained.
*knock, knock*
“Oh, that must be him, I gotta go hyung. Talk to you later,” Jimin said.
“Call me as soon as your heat is over, let me know you’re ok!” Hoseok said before hanging up.
Jungkook was waiting for him at the door, his delicious scent overpowering Jimin’s feeble grip on his omega.
“Hmm,” the alpha said as he sniffed the air, “you’re smelling ripe already, Jimin-ssi. Should we get started?”
A sort of embarrassed, horny and completely involuntary whine came out of Jimin’s lips as he listened to the alpha’s bold way of expressing himself. “Ah- you, can call me hyung.”
“Sure, hyung,” he said, toeing off his boots and staring at Jimin a bit puzzled, “though it’s more likely I’ll only call you omega.”
A tremble went through Jimin’s body, head to toe. The country boy was so direct, almost uncouth to his prim and urban sensibilities. Calling someone you hardly knew ‘omega’ seemed absurd and almost impolite; still, it was doing things to him.
“Nobody has ever called me omega during my heat before,” he replied, curious about the other man’s reaction.
“It’s what you are, isn’t it? Specially now. Jimin-hyung might have his preferences, but right now his omega is the one filling the air with honey-soaked peaches.”
Jimin was appalled to realise his sweet heat scent had indeed thickened and started to cloy the air around them.
“Well, if you put it that way…” he said, unsure.
“City people are funny. Always denying yourselves of what you need most,” the alpha mused, standing by the entrance. “I hope you don’t expect me to behave like that, hyung. My alpha is going crazy right now, we’re ready to go. This is a last opportunity to think it through.”
Jimin couldn’t have sent the alpha away even if he wanted to. His omega almost took over when Jungkook’s scent spiked a bit and Jimin smelled a dark, musky undertone of wet earth and moss underneath the clear pine.
Seemed like his pre-heat was over then.
“I’m sure. Come in,” Jimin entreated, a bit breathless.
“It’s pretty, your nest,” Jungkook said as closed the door and looked at the bed. Jin had given Jimin some fairy lights and he’d hung it over the bed’s headboard. It did look nice. “You should go inside it and make yourself comfortable.”
Jimin didn’t think to question him, simply climbed on the bed and snugged himself against the soft blankets and looked back at the alpha standing in the middle of his room. It was strange, how easy it was to simply go along the alpha’s words; it was like, beneath his smooth and calm voice, an unquestionable energy of authority permeated his suggestions.
And it was thrilling to see the satisfaction in the other’s eyes and voice when he saw Jimin quietly obey him: “Good omega. Now take off your shorts and underwear, give them to alpha.”
Jimin balked a little at the direct order, but Jungkook didn’t bother to repeat himself; instead, he started undressing himself, taking off his shirt and baring his muscled chest without an ounce of shame, then unbuttoning his jeans and peeling them down along with his underwear at once. Jimin couldn’t help but gasp at his thick thighs, narrow waist and the cut, long cock already at half-mast rising from his strong hips. The pheromones and scent of moss and earth grew thicker around them, and his omega started internally whining and drooling at the unreal sight of this Adonis about to bugger him into next week.
“So? I’m waiting,” Jungkook said after quietly placing his clothes over the back of a chair and noticing Jimin still hadn’t undressed.
“Sorry,” Jimin squeaked and then hurried to obey, taking off his shorts and soaked underwear and leaving his t-shirt on. Jungkook approached, staring at his body like it was a whole banquet, and then took off the clothes from Jimin’s trembling hands. The shorts he left by the bed but the underwear he brought to his face, taking a deep breath and even licking the slightly wet part of it as he brought a hand to his cock and started jerking himself off leisurely.
“Hgnn,” a desperate whine escaped from Jimin’s throat, completely involuntary.
“Delicious,” the alpha groaned as he took another sniff of Jimin’s underwear. A deep rumble rose from his chest, making the omega automatically release a big dollop of slick, as if to attract him more. Jimin wanted to hide from embarrassment, but it seemed like his omega had taken over, which usually only happened when he was way into his second day of heat.
It was different with Jungkook; everything was different with him. Including what followed through.
“Present, omega. Wanna taste it from the source,” he ordered with a smirk, throwing the underwear into the nest pile and coming to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck,” Jimin whined. He loved being eaten out, he’d never say no to that, even if his pride and dignity as an independent city omega protested in the back of his mind. He hurried and turned around, ass up and chest down, praying that Jungkook would make it good for him.
“What a pretty sight,” Jungkook said as he climbed on the bed, staring at Jimin’s legendary ass and thighs combo for which he was constantly praised. “Such creamy skin, nice and smooth…” he praised softly as he caressed the fat globes and pried them apart, “you ok with a little spanking, omega? Wanna leave my handprint on this ass.”
“Ah, yeah,” Jimin moaned, going a little crazy. The alpha seemed to pick every one of his forbidden fantasies so easily. “Not too hard, please,” he pleaded, remembering the size of the alpha’s forearms.
*SMACK!* the slap was loud in the room, right into the fat of Jimin’s right buttock, and he couldn’t help moaning loudly.
“That’s it, pretty omega. Be loud for alpha,” Jimin couldn’t see him, but could hear the smugness in Jungkook’s voice, like he was absolute certain he’d leave Jimin in shambles; the older was quickly starting to believe it.
The alpha took his sweet time manhandling him into whatever position he wanted, pulling Jimin’s lower body over the younger’s thighs and pushing down his torso between the alpha’s spread knees.
“This is the best position, trust me,” he said when Jimin complained, just before spreading Jimin’s asscheeks and pushing his tongue right down his asshole, bringing a desperate cry out of the writer; then he got right into it, licking his rim and sucking the slick right out into his mouth. A part of Jimin’s sanity tried to hang on and stay somewhat alert while the strong, almost unknown alpha did whatever he wanted to Jimin’s overheated body, but a more primal part was already taking over, moaning shamelessly and bracing his elbows onto the mattress to push back.
Not much was said after that, just the lewd wet sounds of Jungkook’s tongue being drenched in Jimin’s peachy slick and the omega’s whines as he tried his best to fuck himself on Jungkook’s tongue. After quite a long time, when Jimin was so hard it was almost starting to hurt, the alpha started adding his fingers as well, one by one, loosening the omega and getting him ready to be fucked.
But minutes passed, Jungkook already had his tongue and three fingers in, and he wouldn’t get on with the show. The omega’s thin grasp on this mental faculties was being torn from him as his inner beast got completely desperate, yearning for the cock and knot it knew it deserved.
“Jungkook-ah! Ah!” he whined, rotating his hips in a way he hoped was enticing.
“Hmm…” the alpha hummed, then took out his tongue and fingers. Then he grabbed Jimin’s asscheeks again and started rubbing his dick up and down the cleft, pushing the tip lightly into the asshole in a playful way.
“No, no! Please!” Jimin started to wail.
“Please what, omega,” Jungkook said, in a nonchalant way. If Jimin had his wits about him he’d recognise the equally desperate undertone to the alpha’s voice, but as it were it went completely over his head. He was pure need at that moment.
“Alpha! Please breed me, I need it,” he pleaded, with tears in his eyes.
“Ah, there you go. Good omega. Brace yourself.”
What followed was, easily, something Jimin would remember as the fucking of a lifetime. It was revolutionary, world-changing, life-altering. Jungkook’s strong hands kept him in place while he - there was no other word for it - railed the omega within an inch of his life. Jimin’s whole body became a single nerve as the man mounted him, the places where the alpha touched him alight with pleasure, the scent of their combined hormones making him dizzy, out of his mind. The alpha didn’t sound any better - he grunted, groaned and occasionally slapped Jimin’s buttocks while staring at his own cock wrecking the omega’s dripping hole.
Jimin came for the first time quite unexpectedly, when a slight change of position made his cock drag against the cushions beneath him. The alpha took little notice of it apart from giving the omega a few seconds to scream and then reaching up front to squeeze his cock empty. Then he started fucking Jimin again, with renewed speed and force. The omega didn’t mind either: he didn’t want to come, he wanted the alpha’s knot. It seemed like nothing else was more important in that moment.
He didn’t have to wait long. Jungkook hunched over the omega, chest to back, then started scenting him on the neck quite aggressively while grunting:
“I’ll breed you now, omega, are you ready? You ready for alpha’s seed?”
Human Jimin would’ve probably laughed at such coarse, animalistic speech - his novels were all romantic and slow, full of love confessions and promises. But he was currently out of office; Jimin’s omega, on the other side, took in the words as pure aphrodisiac.
“I’m ready, alpha,” it answered, voice dripping with lust, “Give it to me please,” and surrendered his body completely, getting relaxed and open to receive the alpha’s cum.
The knot that had been growing steadily was now being forcefully pushed inside the omega’s hole and after three, four powerful thrusts it finally went in, pushing against Jimin’s prostate and giving him a second orgasm, this time a mind-numbing one that almost blacked him out while the alpha moaned loudly as he came inside, pulse after pulse.
They lied down to wait for the knot to go down. Hoseok usually positioned them on their sides to be more comfortable, but Jungkook simply lied on Jimin, holding some of his weight with his arms but otherwise smashing the omega.
“Alpha…” Jimin managed to say through the haze of pleasure, “you’re heavy.”
“But you like it, don’t you? Don’t lie. Every omega I’ve fucked in heat loved the feeling of being pressed down into the bed. You’re not different. Or are you?”
“I’m not“ Jimin admitted, easily. It was actually delicious, the sensation of Jungkook’s whole body bearing down on him, skin to skin, his knot still lodged inside. He squeezed his ass to feel it more. “It’s good.”
“Ah!” the alpha groaned suddenly, a new wave of orgasm wrecking though him. He pushed his knot deeper and scented Jimin again.
“There, little omega - scented and bred. But don’t worry, I’ll keep doing it until you’ve had enough.”
Jimin could only moan in pleasure and bliss, but the still somewhat sensible part of his brain, buried deep inside, was astounded at his own reactions. Yes, he knew that, theoretically, heats were meant to attract an alpha partner who’d breed him and give him pups. But he had never felt that way; he’d just felt horny out of his mind. But the things Jungkook said, the way he manhandled him and made him wait until he was desperate enough to beg and call him alpha, the way he fucked him as if he was on a mission to give him a litter was putting the whole thing into a new perspective, one where allowing himself to give his own omega exactly what he needed, with no guilt or shame, was actually the best - and most satisfying - strategy.
And so the heat passed like that, being thoroughly and unmercifully fucked for an hour, then given water and fruit, cleaned and massaged for another hour by the very considerate and attentive alpha, and then fucked again, drowning in lust, pleasure and satisfaction. Nonstop, with a couple of hours of sleep in between.
The heat lasted for two days only - a record. “It's usually three or four”, he told the alpha after it was all over, lying in bed and eating one of the sandwiches Jin had left by their door.
“T'is quicker when ur omega knows you been properly bred,” Jungkook said, coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, towel tied around his waist. Jimin still couldn’t get over how fucking hot he was. “Everyone around here knows it. It was even quicker cause ur scent kept me hard all the time, we could'a just keep going. Poor thing don’ know you can’t be pupped, but still… t'is the effort that counts.”
“Yes,” Jimin said, thinking about how Jungkook’s scent also kept him wet and pliant for the whole heat - no whining or trashing or complaining this time, just pure satedness. “Thanks… for the effort. I feel like I haven’t done much except lie there and take it.”
A rumble rose from Jungkook’s chest, but he quickly controlled it.
“That’s- that’s what you needed to do, Jimin-hyung. You did so well,” he said quietly, but then suddenly stared at Jimin. While the heat lasted, his alpha had taken over - dominant, direct and truly daring. But Jungkook himself seemed to be a mix between shyness and confidence.
It was a charming combination.
“Wish you could help me with ma next rut,” he finally said, with intent. “Would pro'bly be over soon too, dry me all out. That peach scent's… som'thing else.”
“Oh,” Jimin said, shocked at the bold sort-of request. Then, some insane mix of emotions throttled over him: excitement for the chance of being magnificently wrecked by the alpha again and outrage at the possibility of some other omega spending Jungkook’s rut with him.
‘Oh Lord, we must’ve imprinted then. We’re fucked.’
“When- when’s your rut then?” Jimin asked, desperately.
“About one month away,” the alpha answered, eyes wide open.
“I- I’ll still have a lot of research to do by then. I could come… help you out,” the omega stuttered.
“Really?! You can take time off work for that?” the alpha asked, not even bothering to disguise his excitement.
‘Imprinted, for sure,’ Jimin thought, and his omega just wagged its metaphorical tail. ‘Let’s just go for it then…’
“I’m a youtuber and a writer. I can work from wherever, as long as there’s wi-fi,” he explained.
“So you’d do that for me, hyung? For real?!” Jungkook said, a bright smile growing on his face.
“I would,” Jimin said, and then added, “so don’t go fucking another omega until then, Jungkook-ah.”
“I won’t, I promise!” Jungkook said laughing, looking like a little kid who’d just got what he wanted for Christmas.
‘I know his alpha well, but I don’t know Jungkook at all, do I?’ Jimin thought. Suddenly, he felt like being fucked again, without the influence of the heat. He pulled Jungkook by the towel, taking it off, and spread his own legs wide, waiting to see how the other would react.
“Feeling excited, hyung?” he asked, and his face was full of mirth; Jimin noticed he didn’t call him ‘omega’.
“Yeah. Wanna ride you. You didn’t let me do it all this time,” he complained.
“Your omega only cares about being bred, and that’s a bad position for it,” he explained, hand already on his cock, pumping it. “But if Jimin-hyung likes it, then I’ll let you do all the work this time. I’ll lie down and just take it, like a good boy.”
“Thank God for country manners,” Jimin said, pulling him down and feeling greedy.
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New Release! P.L. Mochi bumps up the heat!
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Known for their romantic and soft novels, omega author P.L. Mochi’s new release comes as a surprise to fans, depicting a wild, spicy love affair between an arrogant omega landowner and a rough but sweet alpha fisherman, set in a remote island. The author revealed, in a blog post, they’d done extensive research for this and is currently considering a permanent move to the countryside as a result. This reviewer has just finished the novel, and let me tell you, if all country boys were like the alpha protagonist Jaehyun, then I’d also consider a move! ★★★★
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