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Jimin feels hot all over as he makes his way through the forest. He knows the way home by heart, doesn’t even need to see to know exactly how many steps it is between tree roots and fallen logs anymore. He can tell the direction of his home based on the way that the moss feels on each rock, knowing how soft the texture is of the boulder that faces the direction of his home. Even in the depth of the darkest night or in the midst of the most violent snowstorm, Jimin has faith he could make it home without difficulty. If only his biology would cooperate with him for once.
He leans his front against one of the largest trees in the forest, the one that other rogue omegas and alphas use as a checkpoint in the forest. Even from far away, well off in the mountains where Jimin lives or the fields that surround the vast forest, one can tell exactly where the giant tree stands based solely on its extreme height. It’s one of the trees that has the most lore behind it, one that Jimin’s omega father had told him about his entire life growing up in the forest before his father’s passing a year ago.
“Fuck,” Jimin whines softly as he presses his forehead against the trunk of the tree, desperate for it to leech some of the heat running through his body. He’s at least a thirty minute trek from home in the best situation, perhaps closer to an hour with how ragged his body feels right now. “Ah, I’m already leaking.”
Slick slides down Jimin’s inner thigh, soaking through his pants as he tries to steel himself for the remainder of the trip home. “Why did it happen so suddenly...?” Jimin asks himself as he forces his feet to continue making their way home, “It must have been that alpha’s scent I caught earlier.” Already he wants to peel his clothing off, drop to his knees and spread his legs, and finger himself until he spills his thin omega come all over himself. But being an omega in heat, especially so close to the grand old oak tree in the center of the forest, is asking for trouble.
So Jimin forces himself to keep going, despite how his empty hole aches to be filled. Each step feels like torture, making himself even more aware of how slick runs down his thigh. Surely just stopping for a brief moment to coax an orgasm out wouldn’t be the end of the world. Yet Jimin stops himself as he falls to his knees on the forest floor, just before he can press his front to the ground and properly present himself, reminding himself it’s only a little bit more until he’s home. Briefly, the idea of shifting to his wolf form crosses his mind as it’ll certainly be faster than his human form. Yet, he also has never experienced a heat in his wolf form, unsure of how to cope with the burning from inside when reduced to his wolf instincts.
Instead, he forces himself forward on two legs. Jimin’s cheeks are bright red by the time he sees the familiar stream that crosses just a bit in front of the cave where he lives, panting heavily as every brush of his clothing sets his nerves on fire. He’s so empty for an alpha’s knot, muttering beneath his breath at how desperate he is for an alpha to just fill him up and breed him full of pups. Yet each step he takes brings him just that bit closer to his home, the idea of his bed full of furs calling out to him.
And then, just when he’s mere steps away from the entrance to his cave, he hears the splashing of water beneath feet. Jimin turns back towards the stream, eyes darting around as best he can. Perhaps it’s a bear or just a deer, but he forces himself to ignore the throbbing in his slick hole and focus on his immediate safety. For a long moment, nothing catches Jimin’s eye, until suddenly he’s being pressed up against the rocky front of the mountain that his cave extends into.
Jimin closes his eyes tight, a soft huff escaping his lungs at how his back is suddenly pressed up against the earth, a few jutting rocks poking into his back. He expects the hot breath of a bear or a mountain lion to breathe into his face, but when he cracks an eye open, all he sees is a strong, handsome alpha pinning him to the side of the mountain by his shoulder. In any other situation, Jimin would have fought back, demanded to be released immediately, but the thick, amber and sandalwood scent only makes Jimin tilt his head and bare his scent gland obediently. The alpha from earlier. His mind is immediately filled with the desire for this alpha to stretch him wide on a knot over and over, fill his womb with seed until he’s round with a pup. Jimin whimpers softly as he tries to appear docile and fertile.
“I knew I smelled an omega in heat,” the alpha says, his rough voice making slick leak out of Jimin’s empty hole, “but to think such a tantalizing scent would belong to such a beautiful omega...”
He leans down to bury his nose in Jimin’s neck, breathing in the scent of Jimin’s lemon and honeysuckle greedily. “Alpha,” Jimin whines softly, body feeling so hot with the alpha evaluating Jimin’s scent to see if he’s satisfactory or not, “How did you...?”
“I chased you,” the alpha answers as he eagerly sniffs at Jimin’s scent gland, each sniff making Jimin’s hair stand on end, “I caught wind of your scent on the other side of the grand old oak tree and knew I had to have you. Your delicious scent is making my rut come even faster.”
Jimin lets out a shaky breath at the mention of an alpha’s rut, his body so hot and needy that it takes his entire will not to simply melt beneath this alpha’s touch. “I live close to here,” Jimin informs, lifting one shaking hand to point in the direction of his cave, “Please, alpha, will you give me your knot?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” The alpha slowly removes his hand from Jimin’s shoulder, allowing Jimin to walk on shaky legs towards the entrance to his cave. Jimin pulls the alpha into his cave, moving the hanging fur out of the way that separates Jimin’s home from the outdoors. Perhaps Jimin might be embarrassed at the simplicity of his home, just a fireplace, a bed full of furs, and a place to work on necessary survival projects, but the predatory look that the alpha gives him makes nothing else matter.
Jimin turns around to face the alpha after guiding the alpha to his home, barely in control of his body anymore as he presses their chests together and guides their lips together. Jimin doesn’t know anything about kissing beyond the stories his omega father used to tell him, but he hadn’t quite expected for it to feel so good to finally indulge in the embrace of a strong alpha. The alpha reaches his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him in tighter, while also tearing at Jimin’s clothes to rid him of the fabric.
Together, the two make their way to Jimin’s fur bed, where Jimin is pressed down by one shoulder until he falls back onto the fur’s softness. He watches with bated breath as the alpha rids himself of his own shirt, a large six-pointed star tattoo with curving rays displays over his left pec making Jimin’s eyes narrow in confusion. A pack mark? Did that mean he wasn’t another rogue alpha like Jimin had thought at first? Jimin is hardly given any time to contemplate before the alpha joins him on the bed, capturing Jimin’s lips again.
The alpha works to slide Jimin’s pants down his legs, the fabric wet in spots with slick. Then, when Jimin is bare beneath him, the alpha takes two fingers and plunges both of them into Jimin’s slick, empty hole. Jimin cries out at the feeling, before pure bliss begins to flood through his body at finally being taken. The alpha works his fingers inside of Jimin calculatedly, curling them in a way that has Jimin’s muscles beginning to seize already. “Alpha, please, I need your knot!”
“Your slick smells so pure,” the alpha says as he uses his hand that isn’t stretching Jimin open to push his own pants down, “Don’t tell me...”
“I’m a virgin,” Jimin pants, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he rides out the waves of pleasure that the alpha’s fingers are bringing him. When the alpha pulls his fingers out, slick smears against Jimin’s thighs as the alpha brings his fingers to his lips and sucks Jimin’s slick off of them. The sight of the alpha savoring the taste of Jimin and the brief glimpse Jimin dares himself to take at the alpha’s hard cock has Jimin whining needily. “Please fuck me, alpha!”
The alpha easily flips Jimin onto his stomach, pulling his hips up and into a proper position to present himself. Jimin’s cheek presses into the furs as the alpha climbs up onto his knees and slides into Jimin easily for the first time. Jimin moans loudly at the stretch, body finally sated after how demanding his heat had been in the brief time it’s been since it set upon him. The alpha lets Jimin adjust for a long moment, allowing Jimin’s inner walls to loosen around the thick cock stretching him open wide. Then, when the alpha finally starts fucking Jimin in earnest, Jimin finally finds his heat-stricken body growing light with satisfaction.
The alpha doesn’t take Jimin easily, despite it being Jimin’s first time with an alpha. Instead, the alpha fucks Jimin hard, until each slap of his balls against Jimin’s ass draws gasps and loud, needy moans from Jimin’s lips. The sound of their fucking fills the cave, Jimin’s cries interspersed by the sound of the alpha panting above him. Jimin can’t even imagine spending his heat alone when this alpha is fucking him in just the right way, reaching the deepest spots inside of his body with ease.
“Knot please, alpha!” Jimin begs between his hoarse shouts, so close to the edge that all he can do is bunch the furs up in his fists.
“Yoongi,” he says in response as his knot begins to grow, catching and tugging on Jimin’s entrance until Jimin can’t hold himself back anymore. Jimin comes harder than he ever has before, stars dancing behind his eyes as Yoongi locks inside of him. Jimin only manages to let out a high-pitched whine in response, his entire body twitching and seizing as he comes all over his bed.
“Yoongi-alpha!” Jimin cries out as he feels Yoongi let himself go, filling Jimin’s womb up with his come. Jimin’s body is quickly filled up with come, until his belly is bulging from the first round already. Jimin has never experienced such deep satisfaction before, his muscles twitching with each rope of come that fills Jimin even further until it’s leaking around the knot and sliding down Jimin’s inner thighs.
“Such a good omega,” Yoongi coos as he reaches forward to press his hand against Jimin’s come belly, “I’m gonna breed you so well this rut.”
“Jimin,” Jimin pants back, just a bit of the heat rescinding a bit now that the cold air is starting to hug their bare skin again. “I... didn’t know it would be like that.”
“You didn’t know how perfectly you’d fit around my knot?” Yoongi asks, almost incredulously as he gently repositions them to slot against one another. He caresses Jimin’s come belly almost reverently, stroking the bulging flesh as he leans forward to lick blatantly at Jimin’s scent gland.
Jimin twitches at the touch, body sensitive and jumpy after the first round. “I didn’t know Yoongi-alpha would feel so good inside of me,” he admits with a soft blush on his cheeks, “I’ve never been with an alpha before since I’m a rogue omega.”
“I know,” Yoongi says as he nudges his nose against Jimin’s scent gland again, making a low whimper fall from Jimin’s lips, “Your scent is so pure, untainted by another alpha. Almost as if you belong to me already.”
Jimin fights the shiver that runs down his spine at the words, mind reeling already at the idea of being claimed by such a strong, handsome alpha. Then, when Yoongi leans forward to gently slide their scent glands together, mingling their scents, Jimin feels the heat clawing its way back, begging for more.
For two days, Jimin is taken in every position in his cave. He gasps and moans helplessly as Yoongi presses his back up against the wall, using the angle to drive his cock in just the right way. Jimin pants as he lets Yoongi take him again, the sound of their fucking filling the cave yet again. “That’s my good omega,” Yoongi coos into Jimin’s ear as Jimin cries out desperately, hand reaching over Yoongi’s shoulders to rake his nails up Yoongi’s back, “Taking my cock so well like you were born to do.”
“Please alpha!” Jimin begs, not even sure what he’s begging for at this point. He’s simply chasing the pleasure that Yoongi has given him time after time together, letting his body be used and filled by Yoongi over and over. Slick and come have long dried on his inner thighs and around his entrance, claiming him intimately in addition to Yoongi’s thick amber and sandalwood scent wrapping around him.
Yoongi pulls Jimin down with his grip on Jimin’s hips, fucking his dick up to meet Jimin halfway. The movements turn Jimin’s mind delirious quickly, tossing his head back as he rides out the waves of pleasure rolling through his body. Almost immediately does Yoongi lean forward to scent Jimin harshly, claiming his lemon and honeysuckle scent yet again. Jimin comes all over his lower belly as Yoongi continues to fuck into him until the knot grows and Yoongi fills him up yet again. As Jimin’s belly is bloated with come for an uncountable number of times, some of the thick seed spills out, landing on the floor beneath them. As Jimin’s entire body seizes with each spurt of weak omega come that leaks out of his dick, he lets himself fall back into the bliss. The last thing that Jimin sees as he lets the darkness wrap around him is the six-pointed star tattooed onto Yoongi’s chest and the clockwise rays that extend from it.
Jimin doesn’t know what happens to the alpha after their mating cycles end. He wakes one morning with the lack of heat running through his veins to a cold bed, the scent of amber and sandalwood fading quickly from the cave. As a rogue omega for his entire life, Jimin has never formed many bonds with other alphas and omegas. He knows how to shift to his wolf form as all alphas and omegas ought to know, but he’s never been particularly drawn to that sort of lifestyle, only knowing that his status as an omega meant he would never fit into the cities and villages that non-wolves created.
He returns to his normal life after his mating cycle is finished, thankful that he’ll have three months until he has to endure the process yet again. He can only hope that if he must suffer, perhaps he can find another strong alpha to tend to his needs once again. As the days drag on, spring turns into summer, bringing longer days and hotter weather with it. As the temperature rises in the forest, Jimin shies away from his wolf form even more, refusing to shift into furs when he already is sweating in his human form with bare skin.
Slowly, the few memories that Jimin has of his first heat with an alpha melt away like the snowcaps on the mountains as summer grips the lands. He tries to cling to the memories of losing his virginity, the alpha’s name, his face, even his scent, but it all slowly fades away as time wears on. Jimin had been so desperate in his heat that nearly everything had been a blur to begin with, but even the things he wants to remember eventually retreat in the end.
All that he remembers when he thinks back on those passionate, pleasurable days together, is the pack mark of a star with swirling rays around it.
Jimin returns from a hunt one hot summer day with a dead rabbit in his hand. The day is stifling and Jimin tired enough that he almost debates shifting to his wolf form to eat the kill, knowing that his wolf form tolerates raw meats much better than his human one. Eventually though, Jimin starts the fire in his cave to cook the meal, working to chop the meat up along with some vegetables he’d foraged a day or two ago.
It isn’t until he’s bringing the stew up to his lips that he realizes something is wrong. The first taste of the stew nearly makes Jimin gag, wondering what on earth could have possibly made his dinner so vile. He looks over the vegetables, the same ones he’d used yesterday for dinner without any problem. He tries to remember if the rabbit had been spoiled in some way, only to come up without any idea. He knows that after fending for himself for over a year that his cooking skill isn’t the problem either.
The second bite that he tries to take sends him rushing for the outdoors, finding a bush and spilling all the contents of his stomach. When he’s finished retching, he returns to the cave, deciding to try just one of the carrots he’d foraged instead, deeming the stew ruined beyond repair. As he settles into his furs to eat his sad dinner for the night, he lays back amongst the furs and plans how to get ready for his next heat. It’ll come in just about two or three weeks, meaning that Jimin will have to find enough food to last for the entirety of his heat.
He reaches down to gently stroke at his stomach as he eats his carrot, thinking about what to try and forage or hunt for his heat, when he stops mid-stroke. He sits up in his furs, looking down at his stomach to find it protruding more than it ever had been before. He reaches down to run his hand over the curve of his belly a few times, from top to bottom, before suddenly everything clicks into place. He drops the carrot onto the bed as he reaches down with both hands, feeling how hard his stomach is beneath his fingertips. He knows for certain that his sudden belly isn’t the result of an overabundance of food as a rogue omega.
“Oh no,” Jimin says aloud to himself as he runs his hands over his belly, thinking back on the things he’s been experiencing lately. He’d recently been tired, but he attributed it to poor nights of sleep in the hot thickness of summer. A particularly sensitive stomach which he’d guessed had been thanks to always eating in his human form. Tonight’s sudden change in his taste. With horror, Jimin gently cups his belly, unsure of how he didn’t notice its protrusion before. “My pup, I’m so sorry you’re stuck with me... I don’t even remember your alpha father’s name.”
Jimin doesn’t know what he expects the pup that’s growing inside of him to do in response, he’s far too early in his pregnancy to feel any movement from the pup. For a long moment as the embers in the fireplace slowly die, Jimin simply cradles his stomach, wondering how on earth he’s going to raise a pup on his own. His father had been a much stronger and capable omega than Jimin and even his father had many difficulties raising Jimin alone. Jimin picks up the carrot, eating it more to feed his pup than for the taste.
For a long time that night, Jimin ponders what to do. Even as the nighttime forest life begins to stir again, filling the night with their music, Jimin can’t fall asleep. He knows his limits, knows that as a rogue omega, he can only do so much. Especially when his pup is a newborn, he knows that he won’t be able to properly care for the child and hunt for himself at the same time. Throughout the night, Jimin weighs his options, until the sound of morning birds begins to fill the cave. After a sleepless night, Jimin checks to make sure the embers are out in his fireplace before he dresses in a new set of clothes for the day.
He emerges into the bright morning sun, tucking the fur hanging in the entryway to the side to keep it closed even if the fiercest wind blows. He begins to walk over the stream in front of his cave, towards the grand old oak tree in the center of the forest with no more knowledge about his unborn child’s alpha father than the pack mark on his chest. A large six-pointed star tattoo with curving rays.