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Jimin undressed slowly, stretching his muscles as far as he could. He had never been so sore in his life. Certainly embroidery and cooking never warranted such arduous toiling.
Having already slipped off his footwear and socks, he untied the knot holding his robe together. Then proceeded to lay it over his horse that stood right next to him.
He couldn’t afford taking chances with his veiled identity. And so he waited until the moon was high in the night sky and the tents echoed with snores, and only then did he make his way to the placid lake by the military encampment. He could have taken a bath during dinner as well, when every soldier sat at least one candle-melt long in the mess hall, but Jimin had wanted to take his time.
His training robes came off next, his bare shoulders bathed by the waxing moon. It was a coincidence that he caught the moon at its peak and he silently prayed his thanks, otherwise making his way to the lake would be too much a hassle.
A chill gust of wind brought with it goosebumps along his skin. He didn’t know why but his heart stuttered in his chest. His horse huffed a breath right in his face and he stroked its head gently, simultaneously trying to settle his own nerves.
“It’s alright, isn’t it boy. Everything’s alright.”
The horse shifted on its hooves, footfalls muted against the soft, damp ground. Jimin clicked his tongue and gentled his voice, willing his horse to quiet down. A moment later, he swept his eyes across the wide berth of the valley. There were mighty trees rooted down, casting natural shadows on every corner. It was a little sinister perhaps but a quick glance told him nothing was out of the ordinary.
He was down to his undergarments already. The first layer, a midlength tunic and pantlette, he removed in haste, which then left him with his bound chest and waist, and smallclothes upon his groin.
Unwinding the bandage had to be the best part of his day. He cried the first few nights at how stifling and restricting it was to move with his torso wrapped so tightly. Their commanding officer was a stern and demanding man. Jimin had been continuously berated for his lacklustre performance, always lagging behind his comrades, so much so he wore them to sleep for a whole week to help ease the transition.
He may be better now, but he would never forget those harrowing days, when Commander Jeon peered into his eyes, scowl as vengeful as a forest fire, alpha pheromones as suffocating as a sack over his head, telling him he was the most wretched soldier he had ever met. Jimin had never in his life wanted more to bow down and submit than in that moment. His parents raised him strong and resilient but he felt like a child, holding back tears and fighting instincts.
His only saving grace was his obstinate nature and thirst to prove himself. While his comrades slept the night away, Jimin tireless worked on his arts, practising his precision and building his tolerance. It was slow moving but he worked his way from being a straggler to progressing towards somewhere near the front of the pack. He may not be the best, he had long accepted that, but he would certainly hold his head high.
His chest bounced out once the bandage unrolled. As a male omega, he did not have an ample bosom, though it was enough to draw attention if left in its natural form. The silhouette of his waist was another dead giveaway, tapered and flaring at his hips, the way every omega looked upon physical maturity. Nary a day went by that Jimin wasn’t awake deep into the night, fearing that someone would eventually catch on. The best he could do was merely to disguise himself with a few flimsy cloths.
When the last of the bandage came away, and his garments stacked neatly over his horse, Jimin finally removed his smallclothes and added it to the pile. He then pulled out his hair tie, feeling his scalp relax as his hair tumbled down to his waist and made his way to the lake, a washcloth in hand.
It was something like a tryst to be walking naked in an open area, his small breasts moving side to side and his backside up and down, except he had no lover to meet. He still felt jittery but there was not a sound to be heard to alert him otherwise.
Though the air was crisp, the water still held warmth from the midday blaze. He sank into the shallow end, knees bent with the water reaching just below his collarbones. It was a comfort to his muscles to have the heat seep into his skin, warming his soul in the process. So good that he let out a moan and threw his head back against the embankment. He was so bone tired. He closed his eyes just for a moment, freeing his mind, trying not to think of anything.
It was a terrible choice because then the very thought, the very person he’d been trying not to think of raced to the forefront and bloomed majestically like a flower in spring. He hated to admit it, but in the privacy of his bath, it was almost merciful to acknowledge his attraction.
Commander Jeon had gone from haunting his nightmares to haunting his dreams. Even just the thought of him now had his blood heating, his nether regions tingling. He felt like a commonplace omega who gushed for a domineering alpha. He was absolutely mortified, and yet he couldn’t help it.
There wasn’t a second confrontation, but Commander Jeon had continued to push him harder than everyone else. Always making him practice longer, run faster, lift heavier. His comrades joked that Jimin just looked like the type to be bullied. And it was true, his mannerisms were respectful, his speech was graceful, his stature was petite, or at least smaller than the average. At one point in his life, these were the qualities he strived for, qualities that would have him revered as an omega. Instead, in the midst of rough and gruff alphas, Jimin stood out like a sore thumb, and there was always someone who picked on the odd one out.
Sometimes the commander would step into his space, as close as a hair’s breadth from his face. Again he would say, hot breath washing over Jimin. Again again again, until Jimin had soggy noodle legs and needed to lay down to catch his breath. Sometimes the commander would coerce him into one on one combat, slamming him into the ground again and again and again, hands around Jimin’s hips or thighs, and once around his waist, caging him in.
It took a lot for Jimin to cover up his scent. He had to constantly wipe down his glands—on his neck and wrists, and rub a paste made largely from mud every night over them. A far cry from the tumeric and milk mixture his mother would apply on his skin for a golden glow. Sometimes when Jimin was sweating like a hog, heart galloping in his chest, blood pumping through his veins, he hoped and prayed to the great dragon lord that it was the mud and herbaceous leaves that Commander Jeon smelled and not his own scent.
Once he caught the Commander staring at him. Maybe twice, maybe more. It scared him, left him nervous and anxious, though not just from the fear of being found out. His stomach was in knots from all those touches, those feelings. His little secret attraction.
He really couldn’t help it when he dragged his fingers over his nipples and down his abdomen, feather light and wandering. He shouldn’t be indulging in temptations, especially not with an entire army of alphas and betas a few tea-brewing distance away. His mother would faint, his father would disown him, but Jimin needed it, he craved it, this release. He thought if he got it out of his body, it might also leave his mind in peace.
He forged a path further south, eyes closed but seeing everything he needed. Commander Jeon in his uniform, imposing and arrogant. Commander Jeon leaning over him from behind and fixing his posture. Commander Jeon ordering him to clear his desk and make his bed. Commander Jeon pushing him into a tree and lifting his leg. The more Jimin imagined, the more reality morphed into fantasies, the heavier he breathed, loud enough that he didn’t hear the faint snapping of twigs nor the crunching of dried leaves.
His hand brushed over his cock and went lower, feeling the gooey sticky fluid from his hole. He let out the softest whimper at how close he was. Commander Jeon ripping his robes—
Jimin stood at attention when his horse neighed. His eyes found it exactly where he left it, except there was a figure now beside it, hushing and petting its flank.
Even at a distance and half shrouded by the darkness, Jimin could make out who it was. His heart jumped to his throat when he realised he left all his garments on his horse. And dear dragon lord, his bandages. Jimin could only hope the commander would assume him injured or sore enough to be heavily wrapped, no doubt he already knew Jimin himself was here, since his horse accounted for his presence.
His was still leaking, and his head still spinning. Jimin wanted to hide and be found all at once. But he was exposed. If the commander found out he was an omega, then it would be his detached head sent home, his family forced into a life of shame and dishonour.
Jimin quickly grabbed his washcloth and scrubbed at his hole and thighs, trying to remove traces of his slick. He kept his gaze on the commander who hopefully couldn’t see him from his position. Jimin had chosen a corner of the lake that was hidden by a dense thicket, veering away from the regularly trodden path. It wasn’t much but Jimin spared himself a moment to calm down. The more agitated he was, the more his scent would permeate the air.
As he saw the commander heading towards him, he flung the washcloth into the water, stepping on it so as to keep it hidden. Looking around and noticing the bank, he scooped a handful of the cakey soil, dipping it briefly into the water before rubbing it over his neck and then his wrists. It was the best he could do given the situation. Perhaps the visible dirt would justify a bath.
Commander Jeon looked like he knew exactly where he was going. He took the same path Jimin did and walked without hesitation. It put him on edge and he waded carefully away from the corner. The water was now up to his chin. Jimin thought it would have to suffice.
“Soldier Park. A midnight swim is it?”
Commander Jeon stood in linen breeches and a billowy tunic, the material thin enough and moonlight bright enough to outline his silhouette, all of him, from head to toe.
“Yes Sir,” he replied quietly.
“Well you certainly are filthy, aren’t you?” The commander raked his eyes deliberately over his features and Jimin flushed in embarrassment.
Even though weeks had passed and Jimin had proved himself worthy to stand among his comrades, there was still a bite to Commander Jeon’s words, an underlying tension between them. Try as he might, Jimin could never do any right by the eyes of the commander.
He thought the commander would assail him with questions, or just up and leave but instead they stood staring at each other, the commander’s gaze turning steelier over time.
“You need to leave.”
“Excuse me?”
“You need to go—get out while you still can. Leave now. Right now.”
Jimin felt like he’d been struck at the back of his head, eyes rounding as he stuttered, “But I’m not done with my bath yet.”
Commander Jeon hunkered down by the bank, hands loosely clasped as Jimin took a discreet step backwards.
“I said, leave.”
“I will, I just need to wash up first.”
Commander Jeon snorted. Jimin held his breath.
“Do you think this is game, Soldier Park? I want you out of my sight. Pack up, go home.”
Jimin exhaled audibly, mind racing with scenarios. “But Sir—”
“No?” Commander Jeon interrupted. “Are you contesting my order soldier? You dare defy your commanding officer? Come then, step out of the water and explain yourself. I’m all ears.”
He raised a challenging brow, as if knowing all too well that Jimin wouldn’t, that he couldn’t. Jimin felt his knees buckle underwater once he understood. Suddenly it was crystal clear. Commander Jeon knew, he knew. Desperation shot through Jimin like a lance through his heart.
“Please—”
“Groveling already Soldier? That won’t do.”
If Jimin thought the air was chilly, that would make the commander’s tone positively frigid.
“Do you think this is all fun and games? Did you run away from home? Had a lover’s spat? Argued with father dearest? Were you bored?”
Jimin shook his head, each turn a little more wild, “N—no!”
“What was it then?”
But Jimin was tongue tied, no matter how much he tried, all that escaped his open mouth was the air from his lungs, rapid and ragged.
Commander Jeon chuckled ruefully. “I could have you beheaded Soldier Park, for making a mockery of us all.”
Chest heaving, Jimin watched as the commander stood up, giving him a departing scoff, before turning around and speaking to the land at large. “You will be gone by dawn, Soldier Park, and not a moment later.”
Commander Jeon pacing away brought Jimin to his senses. He was on the verge of a breakdown, a flurry of nonsensical and panicked thoughts racing through his mind. But he just knew he had to do something. He couldn’t leave, for that too would bring dishonour upon his family. He had to stay and fight. Either he died in battle, or he returned home with his comrades.
Jimin rushed to the embankment, water swishing and sloshing at his movements, distinctive enough that it caught Commander Jeon’s attention who halted in place.
“Wait! Wait. My father—” Jimin whispered, “—my father is ill. He served the country once before, but it came with a price. Please, he is old, and he is loyal. I admit, I stole his conscription scroll to stand in his stead. But I have worked hard, have I not? And I will continue to work hard, so please—”
Commander Jeon finally turned around. “Whatever your intentions, this is no place for someone like you. You’re not allowed here. Are you even aware of the number of laws you have broken? You’re just an—”
“An omega?” Jimin questioned as he stepped into the shallow end, water receding beneath his breast. But Jimin hardly gave it a thought. Instead of fear and shame, he felt the beginnings of anger coursing through his veins. He was always fighting for his rights, always cast aside for his biology. He was better than half the men in their camp. He deserved respect, he earned it.
Commander Jeon held his stare before swiftly lowering his sight to Jimin’s body and back again. If he was uncomfortable, he hardly showed it.
“You have to be the stupidest omega I’ve ever met. Just who do you think you are?”
Jimin bristled. Nervous energy gave way to an urge to fight. All the commander’s harsh words and his own misgivings pushed him over the bank and onto solid ground. He was truly stark naked before his superior officer. Just moments ago he was delirious with lust and now he wanted to punch him square.
“I did what I had to do. I’m not leaving. You will have to drag out my corpse if you want me out of here.”
Commander Jeon stalked closer, his steps slow and measured. Jimin’s bravado faltered briefly but he held himself together, hands curling into fists by his side. When they were nearly feet to feet, the commander scoffed.
“Do you know how I found you hmm, little omega?”
When Jimin’s father called him so, it was with love and adoration, it was comfort. Commander Jeon was scornful, he was taunting.
“What was the little omega doing earlier hmm? What naughty little thoughts did he have?”
Jimin nearly choked. He was surely as red as a berry. He stumbled away from the commander but was promptly pulled closer by his wrist. Jimin had to tilt his head upwards to look at him.
“Who were you thinking about as you leaked slick all over yourself?”
Jimin twisted his arm to release the hold but Commander Jeon was one step ahead, crisscrossing Jimin’s arms around his back in a vice grip. It made his chest stick out, nipples grazing the commander’s tunic.
“You thought you were being smart, didn’t you Park Jimin? You thought you could fool me with your dirt stench and your cloth strips. You thought I wouldn’t notice the tremor in your voice or the softness of your skin. Do you know how reckless you were to join an army of alphas and betas? If I hadn’t been watching over you, do you know what might have happened? Do you want me to elaborate? Paint you a detailed picture? Stop struggling!"
Jimin flinched as Commanded Jeon pulled him closer. If anyone were to see them from a distance, they might have looked like they were embracing. His entire front was pressed against the commander’s coarse garments.
A part of him was thrilled to the point of intoxication, but the more rational side, one that was steadily slipping away, struggled further, squirming and grunting.
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the grassy ground, Commander Jeon on his knees on either side, hands clamping on Jimin’s over his head and Jimin was left panting heavily. He had never been in such a compromising position before, much less in the company of an alpha, without clothes and unescorted.
Commander’s Jeons eyes flickered over his relentlessly. For the first time, he looked as ruffled and as affected as Jimin was. He switched holding Jimin’s wrists to one hand and brought the other to Jimin’s neck.
Jimin shut his eyes, expecting to be hit or worse, his neck snapped in half. Instead, what he felt was the faintest touch of calloused fingertips over his gland, so tender and so foreign. He realised the commander was rubbing away remnants of the soil. Jimin peeked through his eyes and saw him using the sleeve of his tunic to wipe down the other side as well. To his horror, warmth pooled in his gut, descending downwards to his genitals.
He felt more than saw Commander Jeon going rigid with tension over him. Jimin almost whimpered when he could smell his own slick. Then the commander leaned into his neck, nose tip trailing smoothly over his gland. Jimin moaned as his hips flexed. He couldn’t believe it had come to this.
“You drove me insane, you drive me insane. Everyday I had to make sure no one touched you. Except me. Everyday your scent, your face and your body invaded my thoughts.”
Jimin moaned even louder. He must have lost his mind to be so aroused.
Commander Jeon inhaled a lungful of his now clear scent. “Heavens save me. Tell me to stop, Park Jimin. Tell me to stop and I will.” He leaned back onto his haunches and looked at Jimin for an answer.
Jimin could only keen wantonly, pushing his body against the man above him. “Please, Commander—”
Commander Jeon abruptly pulled away. “Say my name, Park Jimin.”
Jimin could hardly form a thought, much less words. He felt embarrassed and desperate, a need to be suffocated and set free.
“Say my name, Park Jimin, say it.”
The commander settled over him in a straddle and their cocks, one naked and one clothed, brushed against each other. Jimin’s toes curled and his mouth dropped open in a silent cry. It was the most heavenly feeling yet not nearly enough.
“Let me hear—”
“Jeon Jeongguk.”
The commander exhaled audibly, head hung low and muscles flexing. “Again,” he said, voice raspy.
“Jeon Jeongguk,” Jimin said, watching as the commander lifted his head, a frown marring his face, eyes dark and focused on him, watching as his mouth moved to say, “Again.”
Jimin looked up into the night sky, feeling heavy and hot, sizzling and crackling as if he were to implode from within. “Jeon Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk,” Jimin said in a gradual crescendo, almost yelling at him.
In a span of a blink, Jeongguk removed his tunic and threw it carelessly. He surged forward until their lips sealed, Jimin whining at their clashing teeth.
He had never been kissed before but he had been regaled with scandalous stories by his married cousins. He knew to open his mouth and delve his tongue to meet Jeongguk’s.
There was biting and licking, sucking and caressing. Jimin’s mouth was as wet as his hole. He was getting fidgety, hips moving without his knowing in search of friction. He heard himself whining as Jeongguk licked his parted lips. It seemed almost obscene to see his commander’s tongue sticking out and saliva dripping onto his face and mouth.
“Please,” Jimin said, flustered and wanting.
Jeongguk broke their kiss and lowered himself to his elbows, body enveloping Jimin. He was so incredibly alpha, the way his musk was cloying, the breadth of his shoulders engulfing, the ridges on his abdomen pronounced. Jimin could only think of intercourse, a coupling of his hole and Jeongguk’s cock, of wild pleasure, so primitive and indulgent.
That was, until Jeongguk rubbed his chest against Jimin’s. He felt his breast move side to side, nipples crushed against Jeongguk’s pectorals. He strained his neck to glance down at their chests and saw puddles of sweat collecting on his sternum transferring onto the alpha’s skin. He moaned at the thought of them sharing fluids.
He had forgotten his arms were over his head, but was reminded when Jeongguk released his hands and trailed a path along his forearms and onto his armpits, over his collarbones and squeezing past his waist. He liked that he was so much smaller. Their contrasting physiques made it all the more clandestine. They were alpha and omega, they were unmarried, and here they were rutting at the lakeside not far from a military encampment. Anyone could see them, anyone.
Jimin ground his hips harder, lifting his arms onto Jeongguk’s bare back, feeling his muscles shifting as the alpha fondled his body.
“Please touch me, Jeongguk,” Jimin murmured.
His hands wound around Jeongguk’s head, gripping his hair and pulling him closer. He stuck out his tongue, licking around Jeongguk’s mouth in kitten strokes. He liked the taste of Jeongguk. He was so warm, with a sour-salty tang of man sweat.
Jeongguk shuffled, sliding his thigh in between Jimin’s, wedging them apart until he could rest his weight against Jimin’s bare cock. It was so pleasurable that Jimin squeezed his own thighs, trapping Jeongguk’s leg snugly. He could feel his heartbeat thrumming in his chest. Everything just kept building.
“Off,” Jimin said, tugging at Jeongguk’s breeches. “Take them off please.”
Jeongguk pecked his lips once more before slowly ascending to his feet. It was disarming to see the man standing above him, heaving, sweating and blotchy from their pursuits. He raised his upper body by his elbows to obtain a better view, his legs falling akimbo to draw attention to his private parts. Where this courage came from, he didn’t know. It helped that Jeongguk was equally as enticed by him.
“You’re a right minx. Look at you teasing me with your wet hole and drooling cock. I’m going to have you, Park Jimin. Heavens, I’m going to fuck you. My cock will slide into your warm hole and your juices will be dripping over my thighs. I’m going to bury my cock in you.”
Jimin was panting. Such crude and vulgar words he never knew his commander capable of. Always so stern and disciplined but so lewd in secret.
“Does that please you, little omega? You’re all I can think about. You make me want to fuck you all day. All night.”
Jeongguk stepped out of his breeches in a flourish and Jimin felt faint looking at his cock. All that talk and now Jimin could finally see. Jeongguk’s cock was erect, slapping against his abdomen from the force of escaping his breeches. His balls were swinging heavily as he made his way closer. Jimin wanted to have Jeongguk’s cock by his face. He wondered how it would smell, how it would taste.
He was so enraptured by his thoughts he didn’t notice Jeongguk standing by his feet, until he was dragged by his ankles and onto Jeongguk’s lap. And if that wasn’t enough of a surprise, Jeongguk stood up and lifted him as if he were as light as cotton. He slammed Jimin into a tree and pressed them both so close Jimin could only think their bodies were merging.
“Do you like feeling us this way hmm, little omega?” Jeongguk whispered huskily. He nibbled on Jimin’s ear, licking along his jaw before smothering his face into Jimin’s neck.
“Yes,” Jimin said, breathless and high pitched.
He crossed his ankles over Jeongguk’s backside and felt Jeongguk’s balls sliding against his own smaller pair. In an almost out of body experience, Jimin laughed in a hiccup, thinking that even Jeongguk’s balls were huge. He felt so depraved, it reminded him of when he accidentally saw a dog breeding a bitch. It was them now in the same position. They were like animals, wild and desperate.
Jeongguk smiled at him. With barely a finger’s width between them, Jimin could see that Jeongguk had dimples. For some reason, it pleased him greatly. “You're very handsome,” he blurted, and flushed immediately.
Jeongguk smiled even wider. “And you’re very pretty,” he said, before smashing his lips onto Jimin’s.
Jeongguk’s cock brushed up and down at his crease. Jimin wanted to feel more of it. He removed his grip from Jeongguk’s shoulders, and pried his cheeks apart.
Jimin thought he might have cried as they groaned simultaneously. Jeongguk’s precum was rolling in his slick. They were both leaking so much Jimin even heard the drips catching on the ferns and leaves by their feet.
“Your slick smells good, Jimin. Smells like sex, like you’re ripe.”
Jimin bit into Jeongguk’s shoulder to muffle his scream. He wanted Jungkook to have him, to have all of him.
“Taste me, alpha,” he said, pushing two fingers directly into his hole, collecting some of his slick and holding his hand in front of him.
Jeongguk’s pupils were so blown his eyes were almost entirely black. With his gaze fixed on Jimin, he took a deep breath of the slick coated fingers, then very slowly swallowed them with pursed lips.
Jimin felt Jeongguk’s tongue flicking around his fingers. He thought about that tongue licking his nipples. He thought about it plunging into his hole. He’d heard from one of his cousins—who was always pregnant whenever he visited—about how her beta husband used his tongue in devilish ways at her mound. She said it was better than cock. And later, with her slick drenching his face, he would kiss her sweetly and lovingly.
When Jeongguk halted his suckling, Jimin’s fingertips had already begun to prune. Saliva stretched between Jeongguk’s lips and his tips. Jimin then rubbed his hand over both Jeongguk’s nipples, watching them glisten in the dim light.
“What a good little Omega,” Jeongguk said as he silently observed Jimin.
“Jeongguk—”
“What do you want, Park Jimin, tell me.”
“Jeongguk,” Jimin moaned, butterflies raging in his stomach at the thought of describing his desires. “You said you would fuck me.”
“I did, didn’t I? I said I would bury my cock in you. You plead with me so sweetly but Jimin, I’m going ruin you,” Jeongguk said as he shuffled on his feet, fingers squeezing and flexing intermittently around Jimin’s hips.
He moved them away from the tree, turning around and sitting down against the trunk in one fell swoop. Jimin was left breathless at the display of strength. He knew he wouldn’t last even a moment on his own wobbly knees, but Jeongguk was just so graceful. And strong. So strong, he thought to himself, fingers curling into the alpha’s bulging biceps.
Jimin rushed to feel his lips again. He was nearly on Jeongguk’s pelvis, the alpha’s cock protruding at his backside, curving along his cheeks. He kept his eyes closed but he could still see the trail Jeongguk’s fingers left, soft barely there touches as they rounded the flesh of his backside, dipping in and out at the top of his crease.
He was damp with perspiration all over, heat from his belly nearly melting his brain. Jeongguk’s teasing caress took a turn when his fingers slipped downwards into his hole. Jimin groaned. He wrapped his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, pulling them closer and opened his eyes to seek his gaze.
“Please—inside me, Alpha. Please.”
Jeongguk hummed as he circled his rim, Jimin jerking in his arms. “Does my little Omega want to beg? Is he begging his alpha for cock? Does he mean it like this?”
Jeongguk inserted a finger and Jimin wailed. Dragon lord, he hoped no one would hear them. They were being so reckless and he knew that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His mind was shrouded with lust so thick and heavy he could only moan and grunt in response.
Without warning, Jeongguk slipped in another finger, all the while just watching him, watching Jimin as he threw his head back and squeezed Jeongguk to his body.
Jimin half turned and held Jeongguk’s hot cock in one hand. It was so malleable, yet rock hard. He had half a mind to explore the alpha’s cock, turning and twisting it this way and that, to see what would elicit a pleasure filled reaction out of Jeongguk, but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was too desperate to have Jeongguk’s cock in his hole.
Jeongguk rubbed his face in between Jimin’s breast, tounging his areolas and his fleshy mounds. “Fuck. Yes, hold my cock Jimin. Your hand—fuck. Hand around my cock.”
Jimin brazenly moved his hand up and down a few times, before lifting his hips and dropping straight down. He felt his hole giving way to fit the alpha’s cock, moulding around him, like hands to gloves, feet to stockings. It was so visceral. It felt right, it felt like he was meant to sit on Jeongguk’s cock, and more than that, “Jeongguk, you feel so good. Oh Jeongguk—feels really good Alpha.”
“Mm,” Jeongguk murmured with a hitch in his breath. Jimin was still only sitting on Jeongguk and it felt like too much already. Seeing Jeongguk so affected had him feeling all sorts of scandalous things. He wanted to keep sitting on Jeongguk’s cock forever. This side of him was so foreign he thought he might have been possessed by a vengeful wanton spirit.
“Please fuck me Alpha,” Jimin said, tears leaking from his eyes at being so stimulated. He was aching and empty even when he was so full. It was all just too much.
Jeongguk flexed his pelvis and drove his cock deeper. Jimin cried out silently. It was entirely unbelievable. How could sex be this pleasurable? His cousins’ secret whispers never foretold this much thrill and satisfaction.
Jeongguk’s grip on his hips was strong, Jeongguk’s eyes on him relayed a single minded determination, Jeongguk’s lips invited him closer.
Jimin lifted his hips and forced himself down to meet Jeongguk’s pelvis. They were fucking each other, he thought with deranged glee. He was almost on his knees, bouncing back on Jeongguk’s cock. His breasts were jiggling all over the place.
He could hear himself breathing heavily. He wriggled closer, feeling restless and on edge. He looked down on his cock and saw how engorged it was. He was about to lose himself. Everything slipped to the back of his mind, the impending war, his family’s security, his own survival. He just wanted to be fucked and he wanted to cum. He wanted Jeongguk to take care of him and tell him what to do.
“Alpha,” he called out timidly. He didn’t know how to convey these thoughts or feelings without sounding like a silly mindless omega.
Jeongguk caressed his back, then moved to envelope him in a tight hug. They were still joined so closely together that even the barest of movements had Jimin moaning.
“I’ve got you, my little omega. I’ll take care of you.” And Jimin heard himself sigh audibly in relief.
Jeongguk planted his feet on the ground, knees lifting up, hips flexing. He fucked him hard and fast, thrusting with so much force Jimin shrieked in surprise.
“Jeongguk, oh Jeongguk, I feel—inside me, here—” Jimin held a hand at his groin, “Jeong—ah—Jeongguk!”
Jimin lowered his hand without much thought to where they were joined, feeling Jeongguk’s cock moving in and out of his hole. A moment later, Jeongguk’s fingers matched his motions and together they stroked and fondled each other.
Jimin began to feel his stomach tightening up. He rubbed his hands over Jeongguk’s defined abdomen, along the ridges and pressing onto his sturdy muscles; he twiddled Jeongguk’s nipples while hearing the man moan in response, pace faltering slightly; and once he made his way up, he enclosed Jeongguk’s mouth with his own raw, bitten lips, gulping down Jeongguk’s spit like a man parched.
“Please come, Alpha. Come with me,” Jimin said against his mouth.
He tipped his head forward to rest on Jeongguk’s shoulder when he felt a surge of warmth making its way through his body. Jeongguk’s seed mixed with his slick—it was so overwhelming that Jimin came from the thought alone, his own cock spurting cum all over Jeongguk.
The next thing he knew, Jimin was slumping into Jeongguk’s hold, mind blanking and sight blurring. The only thing he was dimly aware of was his hole leaking a mixture of their fluids around the edges.
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Jeongguk realised quickly enough that Jimin had loss consciousness. Many a time he had seen men collapsing from sheer exhaustion, sometimes from dehydration, sometimes from wounds. He’s had to carry them too, that was nothing new, but carrying an omega—that, Jeongguk had never done before.
He took care to grip Jimin gently, worrying that the bruises already inflicted in the throes of passion were more than enough. They were soldiers, and bruises were a nuisance. They got in the way of movement and strength, not to mention precision.
He was reluctant to separate them. A wild and desperate part of him wanted to keep his seed in Jimin for as long as possible. He wanted Jimin to be marked from the inside, to be reeking of him to everyone and anyone else with a nose. But Jeongguk still had the presence of mind to know this was a foolhardy wish. The sooner they could mask Jimin’s scent, the better.
Jeongguk never had a fear for dying. His own beta father was a general, and his beta mother was as strong as she was nurturing. Jimin reminded him of them, his family. He wanted Jimin to be his family. The moment he laid eyes on him, he knew immediately there was something odd about him. Jeongguk’s senses were warring with each trying to determine the root cause. He got frustrated, too hot headed at times.
It wasn’t until one day, not quite dawn but past the hour of night, when he lifted the flaps to Jimin’s tent, he who was sprawled on his straw mat in deep sleep but permeating the cloying scent of omegean sweetness. He had come to relieve Jimin of his duties, to send him home, instead he turned on his heels and thereon set course to what may have culminated in tonight’s incident.
Jeongguk was constantly battling himself. On some days, he wanted Jimin gone, he begrudged his presence for toying with the law so carelessly; he wanted him to be free and at home with his family. On others, he was too anxious to let him out of his sight for fear of never seeing him again. He began to push him, to train harder, to be faster and stronger. He tried to look after Jimin, among their rag tag bunch of cadets but the more Jeongguk watched, the more Jimin invaded his thoughts in every waking moment. The more he wanted to touch him, to hold him. The more he wanted to rest his nose on Jimin’s neck and inhale his thick sweet scent.
Jeongguk never had a fear for dying, but he suddenly did, and that terrified him.
Hefting both him and Jimin to stand on his feet took some work. Jeongguk was still unsteady from the force of his orgasm. When he could finally stand, he adjusted his hold on Jimin to make sure the omega was comfortably straddling him. Jimin let out the smallest snuffle as he burrowed into Jeongguk’s neck.
With a burst of affection, he kissed Jimin on his temple and promised to look after him to the best of his abilities. Jimin was his omega now.
Fin.