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‘Father’s Chauffeur’
Jimin arches his back as Yoongi slurps and sucks, tongue working skillfully inside him. The noises are wet and messy, and honestly vulgar, but Jimin can’t find it in himself to care. All he can think of right now is his approaching orgasm as it builds and builds, closer and closer—until he cries out, body shuddering as he comes into Yoongi’s fist which is wrapped around the end of his cock.
Almost immediately, he chokes out a wail when the alpha’s hands—both of them, now—grip his thighs, pulling them apart so he can shove his face even more firmly against Jimin. His tongue probes deep, unstopping, and Jimin writhes on the cool marble floor, trying to grab onto something but unable to.
Yoongi growls against him, low and powerful. The vibrations go right into the helpless omega; he feels a gush of slick as his belly tightens, and more cum dribbles from the end of his aching cock.
Abruptly Jimin’s eyes snap open, a beam of sunlight shining upon them.
He’s breathing heavily, nearly panting, and his sheets are tangled around his legs. His entire lower half is uncomfortably wet; his stomach is smeared with his own cum, and his ass, thighs, and the sheets are drenched in slick.
“Fuck.” Jimin lets out a quiet whine of frustration as he sits up and gingerly peels the ruined sheets from his mostly naked body.
It’s the third time this week he’s woken up from intense sexual dreams about the alpha, and yet Min Yoongi won’t even spare him half a glance. Every time Jimin sees Yoongi in his father’s car, or carrying his luggage up the steps for the house staff to take… Every time he sees those hands curl around the steering wheel, or the gear shift, or he opens the door for Jimin, or—oh, Jimin’s getting freshly wet already just thinking about it.
He stands before his full-length mirror, staring at his flushed body, at the slick dripping down his inner thighs, at the milky white splattered upon his soft, smooth stomach—and he imagines the alpha grabbing him by his golden hair, pushing his chest against the Royale, and plunging his huge cock into him until it bulges out the front—oh fuck, Jimin feels light-headed just thinking about it. He watches as his cock twitches, leaking a little.
Jimin has never had an alpha’s cock before, but he knows he has to have Min Yoongi’s.
⁕
Jimin lies cuddled with his omega best friend on their picnic blanket on the hill in front of the house. It’s wonderfully sunny and warm out. They have light clothing on, and soft purrs filter through their hushed voices.
“I think you should proposition him,” Taehyung says. He runs his fingers down Jimin’s arm soothingly. “Some alphas are too stupid to make the first move when they think they’ll get in trouble for it. I had to literally bend over right in front of Hoseok to get him to finally ravage me,” he says, referring to his family’s butler. “He wouldn’t have touched a hair on my head if I hadn’t.”
Jimin knows already, from when it had first happened three months ago: Hoseok had finally given in, and now Taehyung is happily getting fucked all over his estate on a nearly daily basis. Jimin’s envy knows no bounds.
“Yes, but how.” Jimin pouts. “He won’t even look at me.”
“Then don’t rely on his eyes catching notice. Rely on his hands and nose.”
Jimin frowns. “What do you mean?”
Taehyung sits up partway. “I mean, you should pretend to trip when you get out of the car, so that he’ll catch you. He can’t let you get hurt, after all.” At Jimin’s hesitant nod, he continues. “When he catches you, he’ll feel how good your body feels in his hands. You should also pretend to fall against him. Really lean against him so he can feel all of you. And when you do that, don’t hide your scent. Let him smell how much you want to be claimed by him.”
Jimin bites his lip. “I don’t know if I can do that…” As intense as his desires are, he still feels too shy to do such a thing in reality.
“Oh, come on. Of course you can do it,” Taehyung grins. He leans over Jimin, fluffy brown hair blocking the sun. It looks like there’s a halo around his head, but they both know Taehyung is the opposite of an angel. “I know you can do it.”
Then he reaches down and begins tickling Jimin’s armpits. The smaller omega shrieks in surprise, curling in on himself, but his best friend is merciless; his fingers dance down his ribs and back up. Taehyung’s knee holds his thighs down, and Jimin struggles without success to escape as he yells and laughs.
“Jimin!”
The sharp, disapproving voice of his father cuts through their laughter and Jimin’s shrieks, and Taehyung falls to the side as Jimin sits up, breathless. His sundress has ridden up nearly to his panties in their tussling; he quickly tugs the hem down to cover himself as his gaze shifts from his frowning alpha father in the driveway below them, to the chauffeur holding the door open on the Royale. Their eyes meet, just for a split second, and Jimin feels like his whole face has caught on fire.
“Spread your legs,” Taehyung hisses. “Spread your legs! He’s watching!”
“So is my father,” Jimin spits out, making sure his thighs are snapped firmly together instead.
“Stop playing around like a child, and act like a proper omega,” Jimin’s father scolds him loudly. “That goes for you, too, Taehyung. Your mother would be scandalized to hear how you have been behaving.”
Taehyung brushes himself off and looks unbothered. “We all know she wouldn’t care one bit, sir,” he says. He grunts slightly as he gets to his feet and then holds a hand out for Jimin to use to stand. “She’s too busy getting drunk and fondling the maids.”
A breeze ruffles their clothing, and Jimin doesn’t quite catch the hem of his sundress before it lifts up, giving the two alphas standing below probably not only a glimpse of his ruffled undergarments, but also of his belly button.
“Park Jimin,” his father snaps. “What have I said about the length of your dresses? Go inside this instant, and put on something more appropriate.”
Jimin grabs at his hem and pushes it against himself. “Yes, Father,” he says as he hurries to the house. Once inside, he slaps Taehyung on the arm.
“Look what you did!” he exclaims. “He’s going to punish me again.”
⁕
“Put some trousers on, Jimin,” Mr. Park says as Jimin comes skipping down the stairs, ready to go out on a drive.
He looks down at himself, at the khaki skirt he has his blouse tucked into. It falls midway down his thighs. Longer than most of his favorite skirts or dresses.
“What’s wrong with this? I’m covered up!” he puts his hands on his hips and pouts at his father.
“Put some trousers on, boy.”
Jimin huffs angrily and stomps back up to his bedroom. He finds a pair of high-waisted trousers that stop several inches above his ankles. They are white, and the waistline ends at the smallest part of his waist, accentuating his petiteness.
“Is this better?” he sulks as he returns to his father’s side.
“Yes. Now come on, you’ve made us late.”
Yoongi opens the doors for Jimin and then his father, waiting until they are each seated before shutting them and getting into the driver’s seat.
Jimin discretely observes Yoongi from the back seat. He watches the way he grips the steering wheel, the way he sits straight and alert. He’s such a beautiful alpha, with rather soft features instead of the chiseled features so many have. He is clean shaven, and his brown hair is always perfectly combed. Jimin thinks it would be silky between his fingers, if he were to run them through it.
Before his scent gives him away, Jimin turns to look out his window and watch as the trees fly by.
His father keeps glancing at his pocket watch, grumbling under his breath, and when they finally pull to a stop, the alpha immediately jumps out as soon as Yoongi has the door open. He hurries off without waiting for Jimin, so for the first time in a while, Jimin is alone with Yoongi.
The alpha waits silently as Jimin gets out of the car. Last minute, Jimin recalls Taehyung’s suggestion. He lets his foot catch on the edge of the front seat, and gasps sharply as he falls forward. Closing his eyes and bracing for impact with the ground, instead he feels large, firm hands around his waist.
“Careful there, young master,” the alpha says. His voice is very close to Jimin’s ear.
Jimin’s other foot hits the ground, and he seizes Yoongi’s waistcoat as he falls against his chest.
“Oh.” It’s even better than Jimin imagined.
“Is everything all right? Jimin?”
Hearing his name knocks a little sense into him, and Jimin clears his throat in embarrassment as he straightens himself up.
“Thank you, Yoongi,” he breathes, hands lingering upon his broad chest. With far too much trepidation, the omega consciously doesn’t reign in his scent as he usually would. He forces himself to look directly into the alpha’s eyes, watching his pupils contract and dilate, nostrils flaring briefly. His hands tighten around Jimin’s waist.
“Young master—”
“Please. Just ‘Jimin.’ You know you don’t have to call me that, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s eyes are dark. “Jimin, you shouldn’t be—it’s not right.”
“Why not?” Jimin leans into him, and reaches up to touch his jaw. It’s as smooth as he thought it would be. “Because of my father?”
“Yes.”
“He doesn’t need to know—”
“He’ll find out.”
Yoongi gently pushes him away.
⁕
Now that Jimin knows Yoongi is affected by him, now that he knows he also desires him, the omega feels even more determined. He fantasizes about the alpha far more than is probably healthy, and he spends more time than usual in the gardens or tennis court conniving with Taehyung.
One day, the two omegas are watching as Yoongi cleans the Royale until it shines, when suddenly Taehyung gasps and claps his hands gleefully, grabbing Jimin by the shoulders.
“Jimin! Now’s your chance!”
“What?” Jimin looks at him in confusion.
“Let’s have Yoongi take me home! We can say that my stomach is hurting, and I’ll go home early! My chauffeur was going to pick me up at four, but if I go home now, he won’t even be leaving yet.”
“But what does that have to do with—”
“Come with me. I’ll whine and say I need your cuddles, and then—” he pulls Jimin close, staring meaningfully into his eyes, “and then, you’ll be alone with your alpha.”
“But Father will be expecting us back immediately,” Jimin points out.
Taehyung frowns. “Oh, right.” He appears to think some more. “Well then, maybe not a stomachache, then. Maybe…oh, wait! What if you ask your father if you can stop by the stationary store on your way back? He knows how much time you spend there. He certainly won’t expect you back so soon.”
Jimin considers it. He glances surreptitiously across the lawn to where Yoongi is putting away his cleaning supplies. His father isn’t going anywhere today, and Yoongi is dressed down in a simple white shirt tucked into brown trousers. His hair is a little messy.
Jimin looks back at his friend.
“Okay.”
The ride to Taehyung’s home is uneventful. Jimin fills the car with his soothing pheromones as if he is trying to make Taehyung feel better. Taehyung lays it on thick, whining and complaining every few minutes. Yoongi glances back at them a few times in what seems to be concern, but doesn’t say anything, as usual. When they reach the Kim Estate, Jimin hops out to hug Taehyung tightly, and the other omega whispers in his ear.
“Go get that knot!”
Jimin pinches his side. “Hush! I doubt he’ll even—” he trails off as his friend purses his lips and raises an eyebrow. “Well, we’ll see,” he amends.
Once back inside the car, Jimin fidgets slightly in the back seat. He has no idea how he’s going to broach the subject. As planned, Yoongi drives him to the stationary store, and Jimin goes inside. He quickly grabs the first packet of envelopes he sees, and purchases it without bothering to look around.
“That’s all you needed?” Yoongi asks in surprise when he returns barely five minutes after entering the shop. The alpha looks as if he’d been preparing to settle back for a snooze. It’s almost unfair how attractive he looks doing absolutely nothing at all.
Jimin nods. He has no idea how to do this. He thinks he’s going to make a fool of himself, but he’s going to try anyway. So, when the alpha opens the door for him, Jimin steps much closer than necessary, and leans into the touch of Yoongi’s hand on his waist guiding him.
“Yoongi,” he murmurs. “I—” he breaks off. He doesn’t know how Taehyung does this. Jimin feels so small and embarrassed beside the alpha. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s gotten wet and dreamt about Yoongi.
Yoongi’s eyes skim over him. They linger on the single package of envelopes, and Jimin wonders what he’s thinking. But Yoongi doesn’t say anything, and Jimin climbs into the back seat.
The closer they get to the Park Estate, the more frustrated with himself Jimin becomes. He’s wasting his chance. He fidgets and twists the hem of his loose pleated shorts between his fists.
Until suddenly the Royale pulls over.
It takes Jimin a moment to realize they’ve stopped moving.
“Young master Jimin, are you all right?” Yoongi sounds extremely concerned, and he turns to look back. “Your scent, it—it’s distressed.”
Jimin’s eyes widen in humiliation. He hadn’t even thought about his scent giving him away like that.
“I—” The omega squeezes his thighs together. “I want you,” he blurts. There’s silence for a moment.
“You want me?”
Yoongi doesn’t sound surprised. On the contrary, he sounds amused. Oh, how embarrassing! Jimin just wants the seat to swallow him up. He startles when he hears the squeak of the seat and then suddenly a large hand lifts his chin up.
Yoongi is leaning back over the seat, holding Jimin’s chin up so he looks at him.
“Was this all a ruse? Did you have an ulterior motive to me driving your dear omega friend home? Hmm?”
Jimin blushes. Why does the alpha look so…alpha right now? He’s nearly smirking, and Jimin’s belly tightens with heat.
“Maybe?”
“Only maybe? Not yes?”
Jimin looks up. His body tingles. “Yes.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows raise. “Hmm.”
“You…want me, don’t you?” Jimin practically whispers.
Yoongi’s smirk softens slightly. “I try not to want you, young master. It’s not good for my well-being.”
“But you do want me.”
“I do.”
“And I want you.” Jimin swallows. “So, can we…?”
Yoongi huffs out a laugh, leaning back. “If I touch you in here, your father will smell it immediately and he won’t just fire me; he’ll have my head.”
Jimin sits up. “Let me out.”
The alpha opens his mouth as if he’s about to protest, but then he opens the door and gets out, holding out a hand for Jimin to take. Yoongi shuts the door, and Jimin leans back against the car.
“I want you to know,” he starts, “that even though my father thinks I’m still a child, I most certainly am not.”
“Oh, I’m very well aware of this fact,” Yoongi chuckles. “Your friend Taehyung feeds you too many improper ideas.” He leans closer, hovering in Jimin’s space. “I know this because a certain Jung Hoseok is a longtime friend of mine, and I know where his knot’s been these days.”
Jimin’s eyes widen.
“However.” Yoongi lifts a hand to cup the side of Jimin’s face, and Jimin’s eyes flutter at the sensation, his hand so close to his scent glands. “As much as I would very much enjoy…having you,” he glances up over Jimin’s head, seeming to take in their surroundings, “I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to have you here.”
They are in the middle of the empty lane, a thin row of trees on one side, a low wooden fence with a wide, rolling meadow full of flowers on the other. No one is around. Jimin reaches down and slowly untucks his blouse from his shorts, lifting it until his ribs are visible. He takes Yoongi’s other hand and carefully places it on his bare waist, allowing his blouse to fall down over.
“I want you to touch me,” Jimin whispers. “I think about it all the time.”
The alpha slides his hand up briefly to touch his rib cage before sliding it down again and then around to his back. The hand on his cheek slips back until Yoongi’s fingers are cradling his head.
Jimin closes his eyes as their lips meet, and he gasps into the alpha’s mouth when he is pushed more firmly against the car. The hand at his back moves to his hip and then to his thigh; Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck and allows himself to be lifted from the ground, legs around the alpha’s hips.
Yoongi kisses him thoroughly, tasting every part of his mouth, drinking all of him up. Jimin whines into the kiss and carefully braces himself as he moves one of his hands down the alpha’s chest, rubbing against his shirt, feeling the sturdiness of his muscles…and then down to the waistline of his trousers. Yoongi grunts in surprise when Jimin’s small hand plunges into his trousers and he cups the outline of his cock through his underwear.
“Jimin, what’re you—”
“Please,” Jimin begs.
“God, fuck—” the alpha uses both arms to lift Jimin up higher, pulling him away from the car. Jimin giggles and tucks his face in against Yoongi’s neck as he stumbles away from the car. He sits Jimin onto the wooden fence for a moment as he climbs over, then he picks the omega back up. This time, however, he picks him up omega style; Jimin’s legs tucked together hanging over one elbow, his back resting against Yoongi’s other arm.
Yoongi walks just enough until they are out of sight of the road, behind a blooming hydrangea bush. He puts Jimin back down on his feet, and the omega stumbles a bit. His eyes widen when the alpha suddenly yanks his shirt off over his head, but then he lays it out on the ground, flattening down several wildflowers in the process.
“You can lie down there,” he points, and Jimin feels warm all over. He’s been expecting the alpha to just grab him and take him, so it’s nice that Yoongi thought to do this gesture.
Jimin sits down on the shirt, looking up at the now shirtless alpha. Jimin holds eye contact as he slowly reaches down and unfastens his shorts. A breeze ruffles his hair, and he’s hit with the scent of strong arousal from the alpha. He clenches unconsciously when he feels himself get a little wet.
Keeping his blouse pulled down to hide himself, Jimin lifts his hips up slightly and slides his shorts and panties down. He drops them onto the ground a foot or two away. He still has his shoes on, and keeping his arms between his thighs, he tugs them off to push to the side as well. He stares up at Yoongi, feeling his slick begin to truly leak, wetting the shirt below him.
“Lie back,” Yoongi says, suddenly. His voice is rough, and deeper than usual. Jimin shivers and leans back, knees still up in the air, hands holding his blouse down between his thighs. His back arches with the effort to hide himself even as he lies back—but Yoongi drops to his knees a second later, and grabs the omega by the wrists. He pulls them away, up by Jimin’s head, and holds them down into the grass.
“Yoongi,” Jimin breathes. He likes being held down, maybe a little too much.
“Let me see, sweetheart,” the alpha murmurs.
He releases Jimin’s left wrist and reaches down to lift the hem of the omega’s blouse. He doesn’t just pull it up, though. He pushes it up over Jimin’s belly, thumb dragging over his smooth, warm skin. Jimin’s soft cock is revealed, resting against his hairless omega groin. It twitches slightly as Jimin feels a tingle of heat from knowing Yoongi is looking at him.
Yoongi keeps pushing the blouse up, until he reaches Jimin’s nipples. He pauses and rolls one between his thumb and middle finger. Jimin whimpers.
He isn’t expecting it when Yoongi leans down and covers the other nipple with his mouth, tongue swirling around it as he sucks. When the alpha’s teeth close around the nub and pinch it, just enough for it to sting a little, Jimin can’t help the quiet cry from escaping his throat. He feels Yoongi smirk against him.
Then the alpha rises again and pulls himself from his trousers without even removing them. Jimin’s body is already preparing him to be claimed; his mind is somewhat fuzzy and filled with anticipation of finally giving his alpha what he is made for giving—his eyes don’t even widen at the sight of the alpha’s semi-erect cock.
“Alpha,” is all he can say, as he arches his back even more, closing his eyes and keeping his arms up, hands limp among the flowers by his hair.
“You’re really something,” Yoongi chuckles above him. Jimin jolts as two fingers swipe between his cheeks and through his slick. “You’re already so wet.”
When Jimin hears an almost inaudible rhythmic noise, like a swick, swick, swick, he opens his eyes and looks up at Yoongi’s hand where it’s wrapped around his large cock, coating it with slick as it visibly hardens to fullness.
Yoongi takes hold of Jimin’s thighs, holding them apart, and his cock is so firm now that he doesn’t even need to hold it to aim. The tip catches on Jimin’s slick rim, and with no further warning, he presses in.
“Unghh!” Jimin can’t stop the sound from coming out of him at the unexpected girth spreading him apart and pushing into him. His body accommodates the alpha, made specifically to do so, but the stretch is so very new. The omega pants and whines, clenching around the thick length that slides so deeply into him. He feels hot inside, and slippery.
“Such a good boy,” Yoongi murmurs, breath warm and tickling against Jimin’s ear.
The omega shudders and gasps before a tiny groan escapes his lips.
“Almost there, just a little more,” the alpha coaxes.
Jimin realizes that Yoongi isn’t even fully inside him yet. He glances down, eyes wide, and sees the way his stomach is sucking in, puffing out, sucking in—and then with a deep grunt, Yoongi shoves one more time until he’s flush against Jimin. The omega can feel the hardness of Yoongi’s cock pressing so deep into him that he wonders wildly if he truly is “rearranging his insides,” as Taehyung loves to say.
The alpha shifts slightly, moving Jimin’s legs up higher, and then he reaches with one hand to press down against Jimin’s belly. Jimin sucks in his breath and clenches tighter. He can feel every inch of the cock inside him, hard where he is soft.
“Fuck, you’re so small and tight,” Yoongi grimaces, but he doesn’t sound unhappy about it. On the contrary, the smell of his arousal increases tenfold, and Jimin’s own cock stiffens until he feels almost too tight down there. “I don’t know if you can even take my knot, sweetheart.”
Jimin wants to say he can, but he really doesn’t know if he can form words right now. He only whimpers, and rocks his hips once to create some friction. Almost immediately, Yoongi pulls all the way out, and then slides right back in to the hilt again. It’s slow. Agonizingly, if Jimin is honest. But he kind of wants to experience the ways the alpha tortures him with this feeling. He wants Yoongi to have his way with him, to do what he wants.
“Your father is—going to—murder me—if he finds out,” Yoongi groans, as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Jimin can only moan. “He’s going to say I forced you, that I took advantage of your innocence.”
Jimin’s eyes roll back as heat blossoms deep inside with every thrust, as the alpha begins to move faster against him.
“You don’t know—how many times—I’ve thought about you—in improper—situations,” Yoongi continues, panting and grunting between words. With every thrust, Jimin feels like fire is exploding inside.
Jimin swallows a mouthful of saliva. He needs to know.
“Like—what? Oh—please, I—tell me.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer at first, choosing instead to snap his hips against Jimin’s a few times in quick succession, their skin slapping wetly together.
“You, on your knees,” the alpha suddenly groans. “Your fucking gorgeous lips stretched wide around my cock. Eyelashes full of tears.”
Jimin whines and clenches tight for a second.
“Trying to swallow everything down,” Yoongi continues. “But you can’t. It’s too much. Cum spilling down over your swollen lips, your chin. Splattering in your hair.”
“I’m gonna—” Jimin gasps sharply, a small cry squeaking out.
Yoongi’s focus zeros in on his face. “You’re gonna come? Already?” He draws nearly all the way out before plunging in roughly. The wet, suctioning sound of his slick is explicit and lewd. “Go ahead and come, darling.”
Jimin’s entire body seizes as he lets go, streaks of white shooting up his torso. Just as in his dreams, though, the alpha does not stop. He continues to thrust into him, activating nerves Jimin didn’t even know existed. The omega quakes and whimpers through every shock of sensation, the oversensitivity almost electrifying.
Abruptly Jimin feels tight and very, very full. Yoongi groans long and overwhelmed, and then Jimin can’t fully describe what he feels next. It’s like a rubber hot-water bed warmer expanding inside him, firm yet full of liquid. He arches up, crying out, and rocks frantically against the knot locking them together.
He sobs and kicks his feet as he sees through blurry lashes the lowest part of his belly bulging out a little. Once again, Yoongi puts his hand down upon his belly, but this time he slides his hand down to just above the base of Jimin’s cock, and then he pushes in.
Jimin cries out, instinctually clamping his body hard around the throbbing knot inside him. Yoongi groans and lets out a litany of curses, a few praises scattered within. Jimin is both spent and high on adrenaline, exhausted but feeling like he’s still missing something.
“Harder,” Yoongi demands, sounding like he’s in pain, voice almost angry.
Jimin doesn’t have much strength left, but he clenches around the knot and cries at how much every rub against his walls sends shocks of oversensitivity through him. He doesn’t even realize he’s writhing and whining until abruptly both of his wrists are caught again and held down. Yoongi puts both of them together, holding them easily with just his left hand.
A loud moan is ripped from Jimin’s throat when the alpha uses his other hand to force Jimin’s thighs closed, feet hanging over his shoulders.
None of Jimin’s fantasies could have prepared him for this. When the alpha finally comes, and his knot goes down, it’s only after abruptly expanding to an almost painful size so suddenly that Jimin arches up with a scream and orgasms a second time with no warning. He falls back limply as he feels a powerful gush of cum fill him. Yoongi slips out of him, but pushes back in and thrusts in and out a few times.
It had been wet before, with his slick, but whereas that was something of a sticky sound, now Jimin can almost hear the splashes of semen being squirted out of him as Yoongi fucks through his orgasm.
The omega feels high and floaty, only partially aware of his legs being moved after a while, his feet being set back onto the ground. He feels a hand press at his belly, harder this time, and he moans weakly as he feels the flood of semen pour out of him onto the flattened flowers.
A mouth covers his, and he eagerly kisses back, reaching up to wrap his arms around the alpha’s neck.
He startles when tiny drops of cold hit his skin, and with a gasp they both pull apart and look up at the sky. The fluffy clouds are tinged with dark gray, and despite the presence of blue sky between them, the cloud above them is releasing a sudden summer shower upon them.
Jimin yelps and tries to cover his face, laughing as the shower turns into a downpour. Yoongi throws his arms around the omega as if it will keep him from getting wet, and pulls him to his feet. Jimin pushes him away and goes after his clothing—originally safe and clean, now quickly becoming soaked—while Yoongi tucks himself back into his trousers.
Almost as soon as Jimin is dressed, the rain stops as the cloud floats on past them. He looks at the alpha, who is holding up his shirt with a helpless expression. Not only is it wet with rain, but there’s a large patch of what is clearly a mix of cum and slick.
“I don’t think this is salvageable,” Yoongi sighs with a half laugh. He glances back in the direction of the fence, beyond which the car is just barely visible. “I may have a spare shirt in the back.” He drops the shirt onto the ground. “Wait here.”
Jimin attempts to fix his hair and arrange his clothing in a way that doesn’t look as though he put everything on during the rainstorm, and waits with a still pounding heart for the alpha to return. Alone, it begins to dawn on him what has occurred. He can still feel some of the alpha’s cum inside, and he is grateful he wasn’t in heat nor Yoongi in rut, because then he’d really be in trouble. A part of him is unimaginably pleased that he still has the alpha’s release in him, marking him and making him recall the feeling of being filled.
He wonders what it would feel like to be able to keep all of it inside him, going about his day, no one the wiser.
Jimin jumps when Yoongi returns, a somewhat wrinkled but clean button-down mostly closed and in the process of being tucked into his trousers.
“I was right; I did have a shirt handy. We should hide this under the bushes.”
He pauses and takes in the sight of the omega. Jimin isn’t sure what he sees that is different from usual, but something crosses over the alpha’s face, and he steps up closer to put both of his hands upon Jimin’s shoulders.
“What are we going to do—you look absolutely fucked out, darling.” He leans down and presses a very brief but firm peck to Jimin’s open mouth. “As much as my instincts are howling in satisfaction,” he smirks, “your father really is going to send me to jail if he finds out I just knotted you on the side of the road.”
“In the wildflowers,” Jimin corrects him, head down but looking up through his eyelashes.
Yoongi grins. “In the wildflowers,” he agrees. “He’s still going to have me locked up for ruining his helpless, pure omega son.”
Jimin leans forward. “Bring me back to Taehyung’s, and go home without me. Tell him I decided to keep him company, and that their chauffeur will bring me home before supper. I’ll wash up before coming home.”
Yoongi looks unsure, but then he nods. “It’s the best solution,” he agrees. “He won’t be happy you stayed without telling him, but it’s better than the alternative.”
“Yes.”
When Taehyung greets Jimin in surprise not much later, his eyes widen, and almost immediately he drags Jimin into his bedroom to squeal and hug him in celebration.
“Oh, he truly fucked you silly, my dear! You are glowing like I’ve never seen, and your scent!” He waves a hand in the air. “Let’s get you into the bath immediately, before all the maids start gossiping.”
Jimin laughs as he’s herded into the luxurious bathroom.
“And I know,” Taehyung continues, tapping him on the nose with a long finger, “that you won’t want to get rid of his scent, but you have to. My mother doesn’t pay any mind to whose knot I’m sitting on, as long as I behave otherwise. Mr. Park, on the other hand…”
“I know,” Jimin whines. He huffs out a frustrated sigh. “It was so much easier before Daddy passed. Ever since, Father’s been so…stern.”
“Overprotective,” Taehyung points out.
“Yes, that.” Jimin pouts.
⁕
Hours later, Jimin extinguishes his light and goes to the window to close it before sleeping. The night breeze is cool and refreshing, and he pauses for a moment to breathe it in. Outside, the crickets and peepers are singing, and he spots the occasional firefly in the trees.
Not for the first time, he wonders if today will be the only time he gets to feel Yoongi’s knot inside him. Not only is sneaking around his father going to be difficult, but he isn’t sure what the alpha’s feelings are on the matter. Does he want to be intimate again?
Taehyung had reassured him Jimin was being ridiculous; of course the alpha wants to wet his cock inside him again! It’s just a matter of how they go about doing it.
It only takes two days of worry for Jimin to get his answer.
Yoongi finds him just before leaving for the day. The lawns are damp with evening dew, and Jimin’s sandals are wet. His shirt is slipping off of one shoulder, the humidity sticky and making his hair curl.
The alpha holds a single sunset rose—plucked from the gardens, no doubt—and smiles at him.
“Funny meeting you here, young master Jimin,” he says, one side of his lips curving up.
“Indeed.”
Jimin reaches out to take the flower, but Yoongi doesn’t let go of it. Instead, he uses it like a paintbrush, touching Jimin’s cheeks and neck, circling teasingly around his scent glands. The rose is wet with dew, and the moisture is cool as the petals brush delicately against him, sending tingles all throughout his body.
Within mere minutes, Jimin has his back pressed against the stone wall of the gardeners’ shed, his feet bouncing in the air as his alpha—his alpha, because he made sure they were clear on that matter a moment ago—pounds into him until he’s gasping for air and burying his face against Yoongi’s scent gland as he whimpers with each thrust. He loves the way Yoongi groans in his ear, large hands holding his thighs firmly as he fucks Jimin against the wall.
Jimin lasts longer this time. They are both drenched in sweat by the time he bites his lip to muffle his cry as his orgasm surges through him. The alpha grimaces and breathes heavily as his knot locks them together. This time they don’t say anything, just staring into each other’s eyes. Wincing every now and then.
Jimin’s eyes roll back when Yoongi fills him up, and he desperately holds it all inside when the alpha slips out of him.
“Fuck, you’d look gorgeous with a pup in you,” Yoongi comments, clearly half delirious. “But we can’t keep this in you, sweetheart.”
He drops to his knees, and Jimin has to slap a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from moaning loudly when the alpha buries his face against him, tongue forcing its way inside to clean him out.
One hundred times better than any fantasy Jimin’s dreamed.
When Yoongi’s done, and Jimin’s shaky feet are on the ground, he kisses the alpha deeply so he can lick into his mouth and taste his cum, pleased to find that Yoongi purposely saved a last mouthful to share.
“Next time,” Jimin whispers against his lips, sucking any last drops from around his mouth, “I want to taste you properly.”
“Mmm. I like this idea,” Yoongi smiles against him. He pulls back slightly, and cards his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “I also like the idea of properly romancing you,” he murmurs. “As fun as this is,” his thumb brushes against Jimin’s cheek, “I’m going to properly court you, you hear?”
Jimin blushes, pleased.
“I would like that very much.”
He straightens out his clothing, leans up to peck the alpha on the lips.
“Good night, darling.”
Yoongi chuckles.
“Good night, Jimin. I’ll see you in the morning. Your father is going across town tomorrow for the day.”
Jimin hesitates before throwing himself forward one last time, and nuzzling into Yoongi’s neck to scent him. He can’t take his alpha’s scent, but he will make sure he carries Jimin’s, at least for the rest of the night.
Jimin pulls away, hugging his arms around himself.
“Well, go on, then,” he says sternly. “Before Father comes looking for me.”
Yoongi presses a kiss to his forehead.
“Good night,” he says again. “Don’t dream about me too much, or your maids will never be able to keep up with the washing.”
Jimin gasps and goes to slap his arm, but misses when the alpha sidesteps him.
“How dare you—!”
But he’s smiling, and flushed, and Jimin knows he’s going to have ruined bedding in the morning again, because how could he not, with the way his alpha looks at him like that?
He certainly doesn’t have that much control.
The End.