He was there when you needed him most, and now, he needs you.
A/B/O dynamics, smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, mating, knotting, dom!Seokjin, fluff and plot if you squint haha
The sky shone a radiant hue, crystal waters shimmering against the spring blues. It was a delightful day, a delightful season, where the greens of trees grew and winds blew your unruly tendrils around your face.
You grimaced. You fucking hated this time of year.
Sure, it was visually appealing and abuzz with liveliness, but you knew your heat was fast approaching, and with every whiff caught in every wind—an overwhelming scent of a nearby male who could possibly tame your desires—you had to fight the beast within not to take control. The last thing you needed was to top just anybody in public.
Well, it was your own stupid decision not to stay home. You were risking so much being out and about with your urges fluctuating, especially since you lived in a thriving urban area on the coast, where foot traffic never ceased; you were constantly surrounded every second spent beyond the confines of your apartment.
Normally you acted more responsibly, keeping away from the public. But for some reason, your legs carried you to the beach this blue afternoon where children laughed and sand scuttled beneath your toenails; a reason unbeknownst to you.
This would mark your forth heat at ripe young age of twenty-one, all the while you still managed to keep an innocent tail tucked between your legs. Virginal, yes, but that didn’t mean you were undesiring of physical attention. Truth be told, you kept to yourself because you were mate-less, and finding someone entirely complacent with sating your heat with no strings attached seemed difficult and frankly—too time-consuming. You made do with your own pleasures since the age of 18—the age where people presented. Alpha, beta, or, in your unfortunate case, omega.
You sighed, turning your head away from where the wind carried a tempting aroma across the sands, and dug your free toes against the grains. “This is dumb.” You announced lowly, standing to your feet. Of course it was. That night would probably be your most painfully endured since your last heat and there you were—kicking your feet around at the beach. You were only causing yourself more suffering with the exposure, every little scent carried your way making your throat tighten just a bit more.
You turned around. After ensuring the back of your skirt was free of granules, you slipped on your sandals and trudged away from the crashing waves. Your ears twitched with every jeer and splash of kids playing with their families beneath the blazing sun. If only your heat didn’t occur during such a nice time of year…
You sighed again, lips in a tight line, and you cautiously took back roads towards the station.
With eyes closed and earbuds tucked in, you willed yourself to ignore the people around you. Actually, there were very few aboard the train. It must have had something to do with the time of day—everyone was already where they needed to be at four o’clock, and the trains wouldn’t be bustling until rush hour later that evening.
A few middle-aged betas gave you nervous glances from the seats across, and you couldn’t blame them—it was only natural to. You were an omega going into heat. Really, though, the only ones holding liberty over you were alphas, and you’d been lucky not to have confrontations with any. The idea of feeling the physical desire to bow down just because of an overwhelming sense of submission seemed odd to you. You were too prideful to bow down to just anyone. But with your heat approaching… you weren’t sure how you’d react if you were to come into contact with one.
The betas whispered to each other with wary eyes. You figured, at this point, your raging hormones could probably be sensed meters away. Anyone could tell you were going into heat, and they either pitied you for being alone, or feared what you would become when it hit.
And of course you wouldn’t force yourself onto a couple of old, mated betas; that would do no justice—they wouldn’t satisfy your desires at all.
But when a tall, dark, and handsome male—an alpha with golden eyes—passed by, you had to wring your hands around the support handle and swipe the drool from your lip. It took almost all your strength not to follow him out to his stop, and you cursed yourself, again, for being so careless.
The betas scampered off quickly and soon you were left alone in the compartment. This is so shitty.
You attempted a few calming breaths now that you were the sole passenger in the train car, your head falling back against the window. Thank God I called out of work for a week… suddenly you were hoping a week was long enough. You had been lucky the past few years, sating your desires within the short time span. Something’s different this time. You shook your head, worried. It felt stronger, more uncontrollable.
Your thoughts were disrupted several minutes later when the doors opened at a new station and you immediately flinched in your seat. Oh no…
Your nose sought the air even before your eyes opened, and the most delicious aromas cascaded through the compartment. Alphas. You salivated, and quickly shook your head. Unmated, from the smell of it.
Being mated provided a unique scent—it deterred one from being attracted to anyone other than their mate. Lucky for you, that tall, dark, and handsome alpha you saw earlier had been mated—otherwise he would surely have acted upon your spreading scent. However, given that none of these alphas were mated—and neither were you—anxiety blossomed within you as your thoughts raced.
“Shit,” You whispered, eyes flying open to take in the newcomers. Your hand was already digging around your purse in search for a familiar spray bottle, and when you found it, you quickly spritzed the scent several times. It would provide a bubble, a barrier, and hopefully it would prevent the three young men from catching your horridly sinful scent. That would be embarrassing, almost on par with being publicly nude. They seemed not to take notice of you right away, and you breathed a sigh of relief, thighs squeezing together in hopes your efforts were not fruitless.
Alas, the three took their seats, a little ways away from you on the opposite side of the train car, and continued their discussions privately.
You closed your eyes again and brought your music to full volume, breathing only with your mouth because lord knows what’ll happen if you sniff them out for too long.
No one else had boarded, and you still had another twenty minutes minimum before your stop.
Eight minutes in, there was an obnoxiously alarming screech of metal, and the train car shook ferociously. Your eyes shot open and you tore the buds from your ears just in time to catch the conductor’s voice on the PA.
“Errr, sorry for the interruption folks, but it looks like we have some debris on the bridge ahead of us.” You peered out the window behind you, squinting against the sun, as the train slowed to a halt. “We’ll alert the authorities to remove it… For your safety, please remain calm, ladies and gentlemen, and remain within your compartment. For safety reasons, we cannot allow anyone to leave, so please be patient…” Oh great.
You could tell the conductor was trying his best to ease the passengers’ tensions, and that he was genuinely apologetic, but that really didn’t help your situation.
You shifted again, away from where the three males complained amongst themselves. Through the window, you overlooked the sea, having been stopped right in the middle of a one-way bridge, and the height made you nauseous, so you turned away. It normally was quite a pretty sight, however, you felt only discomfort when you realized you were trapped that that high off the ground. Yikes. You faced forward, calming yourself.
And then, after a few minutes of easy breathing, it hit you, like a tidal wave. You almost lurched forward off the seat, sweat breaking out immediately on your brow. Your body was hot, fiery, and needy as all hell. The first thought to cross your mind was escape, and you took to your feet, scampering down the compartment towards the bathroom stall. Fuck, fuck, fuck—You thought, the ability to maintain control wavering. You could feel your breath hitching and your motor senses fighting back. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK— you were so close, until—
Uh-oh. That didn’t come from you.
You discovered your eyes had been closed during your brief and unstable trek, so when you opened them, you were surprised to find there was a body beneath you.
There was surprise in the crystal eyes of the alpha. His face was gentle, awestruck, like a child gazing wondrously inside a candy store. And you saw his nose twitch, and then, everything changed.
You tried reeling back, but your body responded to his, and you only found yourself inching closer. His eyes, those once innocent orbs, were blown-out as he easily caught your scent cascading around him.
You trembled, swallowing thickly, before finding just enough willpower to heave yourself odd the sturdy man to remember he was a stranger.
“S-s-sorry!” You hissed out, your head pounding, like your body was punishing you for disobeying its desires.
You scrambled to your feet, only to trip and fall back onto the opposing seats again.
As your vision cleared somewhat, you took note of the three staring at you. There was a similar expression on all their faces, though, the older one seemed to have the most sense in his daunting black eyes.
“Are you okay?” He questioned carefully, calm and collected, though you could see the vein in his neck straining as his nostrils sought your sweet scent.
You gasped once under his gaze, nodding shyly a few times before eyeing the other two, the younger alphas.
The one beside the elder held a blank expression, but his dark eyes were fixed on you as his jaw was working like some mechanism. As for the one you managed to topple over, his fists clenched around the material of his jeans while his eyes trained on the sensitive part of your neck, as though it were a tasteful fruit he wanted to take a bite from.
They all appeared to be quite different in age, though, that did nothing to discern the lusts burning in their eyes.
You swallowed thickly, submit, and then eyed the end of the car again, seeking the restroom.
“S-sorry, again.” With a light bow, you clapped a hand over your lips and nostrils and staggered away from them, tearing through the door to the small compartment separating cars. The bathroom was at your left, and without hesitation, and with a small whine, you flung the door open and locked yourself inside.
After about ten minutes of hyperventilating in the tiny, cubical of a bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror and decided you were back in control. The pain subsided, for now, but you knew you couldn’t hole out in the restroom until rescue arrived to clear the track. It was becoming too stuffy, too hot, and that only muddled your fuzzy brain.
With a deep inhale, you nervously opened the door, unprepared for what to expect back in the train car.
When you entered the compartment again, your footfalls were timid, slow, and you kept your eyes at your toes while streaks of an orange sun shone through the windows. Even though you didn’t see much of a point in using your scent-repressing spray, now that it was obvious you were in heat, you chanced a few spritzes. Hopefully it’d mask some evident traces of… that damnable musk.
Instead of returning back to your normal spot on the bench, you chose the seat closest to the doors leading to the bathroom. Just in case there was another emergency.
And in sitting down shamefully, you peered through the tendrils of hair draping before your face; you caught the three of them, their figures huddled together in silence.
You felt embarrassment flush your features and hastily felt around your bag for your headphones. You wondered how long the train would remain at standstill, desperation in your clutches as you squeezed your handbag to your chest.
Sixteen minutes passed. Sixteen minutes in peace.
Then seventeen minutes came around, and it was as unexpected and horrendous as the first.
You cried into your shoulder, having harshly bitten into the flesh, as your miserable orgasm finally approached. But it was cut short—because your fingers were not enough to sate your thirst. You were so dizzy, so light-headed, and so fucking pissed that you couldn’t reach your end. You were so close! And then, the tension just—snapped. And not in the good way.
You dragged your soaked fingers from your core as you whined again, your head rolling back onto the mirror you’ve propped yourself up against. Stroking your tender nub, in hopes to reignite that flame you lost so suddenly, you released an airy breath, trying so hard to keep your whimpers at bay.
“Fuck,” a tear clambered down your cheek. Your slick was melting through your fingertips; hot and heavy in your palm. You should’ve cared more about the stickiness dribbling down your legs and onto the floor—but in the moment, the disgusting mess you’ve made strayed from your thoughts. It was hardly a priority.
In the haze of your heat, you barely heard the knock on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
Him; it was the voice belonging to the older alpha from the train car, and you barely stifled the whine emitting from your throat at the scent emerging from the gap underneath the door. And judging from his sharp intake of breath, you gathered he probably got a good whiff of you as well.
All rationale escaping you, a cry tore from your throat as you lurched forward and unlocked the door, your scent barreling through the frame as you swung it open. The broad man’s face was contorted in an expression you didn’t care to decipher, but his aroma—his delicious scent—had you intoxicated and throwing your arms around his neck.
“Alpha, please,” you begged to the stranger as he stiffened and gulped. His arms made purchase on your hips, and instead of pulling you closer like you wanted, the tall man resorted to distancing you.
“Look,” He groaned as you whined and protested the increased proximity. “It’s… dangerous for you to be here, and god you smell so fucking good,” he made to bury his nose in your neck, and you presented it for him desperately fast, but he caught himself with a cleared throat. “But I can’t let you suffer in here alone.”
“It… it hurts so much!” You whined, your core clenching around nothing, struggling against the hands clasping your wrists at your sides. “Please just fuck me! Please!”
You glanced up to see a flash in his eyes, and you’re certain you’ve convinced him—until he shook his head and tore his eyes away. “I’m not going to take advantage of you like that. I only came to calm you down and bring you some pain meds. Plus I’m trying to keep you from my friends, in case you were planning on wandering out again—they don’t have the kind of tolerance I have.” There was a wry smile at his lips but you lacked the mental capacity to admire it.
“Please…” you tiredly flung yourself at him again, to no avail—the gentle alpha had the upper hand in strength. You were no match to his size, and although that notion turned you on, the heat clouding your rationale was suddenly dissipating.
In an instant, the pain in your abdomen subsided enough for your mind to clear. You stepped away, the second wave of your heat taking its exit, shame in your eyes.
“Don’t apologize.” He smiled. “I don’t mind. Here—you left this behind.” Your eyes shot down to his hands, which had since released your wrists and now beheld your forgotten handbag. You must have been too quick to make a break for the restroom at the onslaught of your second heat wave.
The man had the decency to place the thing atop the sink of the stall-like restroom. You flushed at the realization that your hands were still too sticky and overwhelmed with your lubricant to be comfortable, and you were quick to rearrange your skirt.
“I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” He turned away, grasping the door handle. You paused.
“You’re staying?” You winced at your tone, but instead of being offended, the handsome man simply nodded.
“I told you; you’re staying here until we’re off this train. And I’ll be here to give you company so you’re not alone.”
Your heart throbbed after his words, and you felt a gush of warmth expelling into your panties. You frowned, because at the sound of his prying nostrils seeking the air, you realized that he had noticed. Then you bit your lip, anticipating his alpha instincts to kick in. To turn around and ravage you like an animal. A pinprick of fear consumed you.
But, alas, he turned away. “Knock when you’re ready.” His tone was light. You relaxed.
“Thank you…” you whispered after him, a gentle hum leaving his throat in return as he closed the door behind him.
You made haste in rinsing off your hands. Then, you ran damp paper towels down the insides of your thighs, mopping the streaks of lubricant from your legs. You sighed, noticing the puddle of accumulated liquid on the floor. With a fresh batch of towels, you carefully scooped it up and deposited it into the bin. Unfortunately, the smell would permeate in the small room for the next several days. You felt for the person who would eventually have to dispose of the garbage.
It only took a few moments to become decent. With a shaky breath, you knocked on the door, and the tall alpha was opening it almost instantly. A shy smile was on his face, and he probably smelled that your aroma had been somewhat contained.
“Hey,” He said, dark hair falling into his brows.
You nod at him and let him in. The room felt too small for the two of you, and anxiety swept through you at the thought of sharing the space for god knew how long until the train track was cleared of debris and you were free to leave.
“What’s your name?” Your thoughts were disrupted by his low, sweet voice. You glanced his way. Oh, I didn’t even realize we hadn’t introduced ourselves.
“Y/N,” you looked down and played with the hem of your skirt. “My name is Y/N.” Embarrassment still washed over you as you thought back to your previous actions.
The man made a noise and dug into his back pocket. “Well, Y/N.” Your name sounded wonderful on his lips. “My name is Seokjin. Here; ibuprofen—they’ll help with the pain when your next wave hits.”
Seokjin released two capsules of pain relief into your palm, a pleasant smile on his face as you thanked him and accepted the water bottle he had brought.
You downed them quickly, your gaze falling away from the man once again. There was one thought that kept bugging you, but you weren’t sure how to inquire it. So, you deposited the bottle atop the sink and shifted on your feet. An awkward silence swallowed you.
However, it seemed as though the kind Seokjin would have none of that. “So, Y/N… why were you out and about during your heat?” There was a lilt in his words that eased the tension in the room.
You paused and released a shaky breath, feeling almost idiotic as you pondered the answer. “I… I wanted to enjoy the weather before being locked away for a week. I thought I’d have enough time, but my heat came early. And what’s worse is that it’s never been this strong. I can’t even…” you frowned, “I can’t even get off, by myself.” You flushed under his gaze, but Seokjin seemed unphased.
“How old are you?” He asked thoughtfully.
Then he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, his gentle blue sweater tightening around his shoulders. “So, this is your forth heat?”
You nodded after him, observing his puzzled expression. Seokjin quirked his lips, “I heard that heats come early sometimes for omegas if they’re under a lot of stress. Same goes for not being able to self-stimulate.” He paused for the dramatics as you flushed and took in the information with a frown. Then he continued, “Are you stressed?”
Sure, you had to take a week off work in the busiest time of the year. And sure, due to the leave of absence, you were setting yourself up for an intense return filled with cramming projects to meet a nearing deadline. So yeah, stressed was an understatement. For the past month, your office job had you fucking up your sleep schedule and contemplating alcoholism.
You nodded after him, eyes meeting his large, wise ones. Seokjin leaned against the door frame, some feet away, as you stationed yourself atop the closed toilet seat. “Work has been hectic lately.”
“Ah, then my presumption is probably right.” Insightful eyes danced towards yours and you suddenly felt relaxed in his presence.
“Why do you know so much about the female heat?” You found yourself pondering aloud after a few moments of comfortable silence.
“I have an older sister. She would always demand pain pills before locking herself up.” He scuffed his shoe against the flooring, the distant creak of metal sounding some ways away. “Guess I’m just used to it.”
You cocked your head. “Is that why you have a…” a breath released from you, “high tolerance for omegas in heat?”
Seokjin stiffened slightly at that, his eyes flashing so suddenly as though a sinful thought had infiltrated his defenses. But it was gone as quick as it came. “Probably. I’ve always just been more mature too, unlike Taehyung and Jungkook out there. I’m a few years older than them, so I’ve had more time to learn to control myself, no matter how—” His eyes dart from your toes to your neck, “tempting an omega’s heat is.”
You admired his self-control. Even though it still appeared as though tidbits of his dominating alpha gene made a brief appearance, any other alpha male would have given into temptation and had you their way. The worst part is that you would’ve let them.
It was remarkable, really. Your whole life since presenting as an omega, a somewhat rare feat, had been hellish during your heats and endlessly bothersome during male’s ruts. Males were supposed to lock themselves away during their ruts, but there were still the reckless handful who marched around and preyed on unsuspecting betas or uncommon omegas.
You really wished that you had presented as a beta—the only one in the hierarchy that didn’t have to face a rut or heat. They were the median who lived peacefully without preference to a mate’s rank. But no, you just had to be the ultimate sub—an omega, whose kind crumbled at the feet of any alpha. And though alphas could take anyone they wanted—other alphas, betas, or omegas—during their heats or ruts, omegas were the sweetest tasting in the bunch. The ones they could easily dominate.
You frowned at the thought, gaze gliding over to scan the side profile of Seokjin. He was devilishly handsome, and you wondered if he would be as kind as he was now during his rut—the male version of a heat. That’s when alphas are at their least controllable state.
“Ah,” you released a tiny gasp, knees locking beneath you. No, not again. You silently cursed and chided yourself for returning to your vulnerable state. “Se-Seokjin, I’m—”
He had braced himself at the door even before you began speaking, the atmosphere having shifted around you. His nose sought the air, his tongue wetting his lip quickly, before he made to pile a stack of paper towels beside the sink.
“I know, Y/N, just relax. Breathe easy. Take your time, I’ll be outside the door.” Quickly, he turned. But you were quicker, a whine building in your throat. You snagged the sleeve of his sweatshirt with a clammy palm, thighs rubbing against one another as you became entirely consumed by your heat again.
“Please don’t leave me,” you tucked your nose against his spine, and Seokjin ceased in the frame. “If you’re here, it might help me—” get off, you wanted to say, before a whine spilled from your throat. You could feel him contemplating, before he walked backward, your chest pressing into his mid-back. He back-peddled until your tail bone met the opposing wall, his masculine aroma bombarding your senses.
“Okay, okay.” He turned, eyes wavering as he scanned your form. His were a mix between dazed and calculating, while yours were a concoction of glazed and longing.
Your head rolled back against the wall as Seokjin took a step away, your eyes cinching closed as you breathed in the alpha in the air. His very presence brought about enough slick to become embarrassed by. You didn’t care, though. Your omega had something else in mind.
He silently stationed himself at the door, like a knight guarding his queen’s quarters, keeping you under his watchful eyes. He had no idea what he just agreed to.
Your legs spread on their own accord, your knee buckling under the anticipation, and the wall was forced to support you. With a trembling hand, your fingers dipped underneath your skirt, dancing along the curve of your thigh before they were nimbly pressed against your destroyed panties. The wetness had you groaning, your sensitive clit reacting immediately to the touch. With haste, you pushed the soaking underwear to the side and played with your tender folds, nearly forgetting about your audience until an audible growl emitted from his throat.
You whined, submit, your eyes flinging open to take in his heated form. He was clearly enjoying the show; his palm pressed flat against the cock straining in his jeans. “S-Seokjin,” you whimpered, fingers rolling against your nub with more vigor now that you had him in your sight.
“Go on, Y/N, touch yourself like the little omega you are.” He encouraged through his teeth, eyes dark, but legs motionless. He wouldn’t give in—no matter how much he wanted you, he was rooted in place.
So, you obeyed, ears seeking the little breathes of exertion he released with every stroke of his palm against himself.
Your folds were like silk in your hand, and you were quick to match the rhythm of his distant strokes. He groaned at the notion, excitement exploding within you as you watched with heavy lids as he undid his pants and snaked a hand in.
He didn’t reveal his length, but the visual already had you squirming under his gaze, slick coasting down your legs to settle into your sandals. A finger entered you, and another one followed, and you pumped in—and out, and in, and out, and—tears escaping your eyes as his were glued to your brutal ministrations.
“Stay there,” He warned darkly as you took an unwarranted step towards him. You veered back immediately, whining lowly. It was his alpha voice—the commands lacing alpha’s syllables that omegas couldn’t refuse to obey. It was a physical response as much as it was a mental one, so you remained latched to the wall as you pierced your core deeper.
The scent of his precum permeated your nostrils and you suddenly collapsed to your knees, heaving aloud but insistently fingering yourself. With your knees spread beneath you, your bum raised in the air, wiggling under the assault of your digits.
“Oh fuck, Y/N, just like that,” Seokjin breathed out, his hand moving faster in his jeans. You chanced a look at his features—fucked out; sweaty; pupils blown to their limits. In any other circumstance you would’ve wondered how it was possible he maintained such control—but you were too focused on meeting your end.
Now that the pain medicine had kicked in, your headache was dissipating, and your stomach was churning for a new reason. “I’m gonna cum!” You choked out, inserting a third finger to the mix. “Can I cum, alpha?” You were on the verge of crying in desperation for release, your eyes pleading for his permission because it was only natural to obey an alpha.
Seokjin chuckled darkly, his pumping hand stuttering as his free one clenched the denim of his jeans. “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over the floor.”
And that was all it took; your forehead fell against the tile and you bit back extremities, whimpering and crumbling under the weight of the most intense orgasm of your life.
White clouded your eyes, your body collapsing like dead weight, and you heard the end of Seokjin’s release into his palm, the new scent mingling with yours.
It felt as though several minutes had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a few moments when you were being carefully lifted from the floor and gently placed atop the toilet seat. You slumped against the wall with a satisfied sigh, leaning into the warm hand pressed against your brow.
“You did so well, Y/N.” His voice was but a mere whisper, tickling your cheek as you felt the dampness of a towel slide against your heel. You let him clean you, and the act felt so intimate that when your orgasmic bliss evanesced, you couldn’t battle the racing of your heart for the man.
Technically, he wasn’t a stranger—but you didn’t know him well enough to call him anything else. The thrumming in your chest only served to remind you that you were probably just extremely hormonal because of your heat. You couldn’t actually be falling for him.
The towel ceased at the apex of your thighs, and your eyes fluttered open to take in the breathtaking sight of the man on his knees before you.
You whined, clapping a hand over your mouth just after; embarrassed.
Seokjin just smiled, his eyes clear of lust, and looked between your exposed panties and your expression; he was asking for permission.
And before you could think it over—realize what it would entail—you were nodding like a shy idiot, and he was swiping the material over your exposed folds.
You kicked a leg out on accident, wincing at the overstimulation. “Sorry, I just need to get you clean,” he spoke softly, like washing you was his obligation.
It took a few embarrassing minutes until all the slick had been dumped away, Seokjin having taken care of his mess shortly after. You gave him privacy as he reached within the confines of his boxers to wipe himself, to which he laughed at, calling your actions cute.
“Done,” he smirked, tying the full garbage bag at the top to contain the smell. He turned to you, his eyes twinkling and playful, as though the recent explicit event had not occurred. “That should tide you over for a bit.”
His nose pointed in the air, suddenly, and his face shifted to the door, eyes slanting. A frown pulled on his cheeks. Before you could question him, in your hazy state, there was a knock against the slab. You bit back a whimper at the intruding scent of an alpha, overwhelming your heightened senses. You cowered back behind Seokjin on instinct, tucking yourself into the back corner with your legs squeezed shut.
The broad man hesitated at the frame, fingering the locking mechanism before unengaging it and opening it just enough to poke his head out.
You recognized the name, and the scent—it belonged to the young alpha you ran into earlier, with his doe-like eyes and pouty lips. Both features had turned sinful the moment your heat made itself known. A twinge of fear bubbled within you as you watched on.
“Hyung, the debris has been moved.”
“We’ll be leaving soon.” Another velvety voice added. The blank-faced alpha with dangerous eyes must have joined them. Their domineering presence made you nervous, but the good news hit you hard; the train would be moving soon.
You must not have heard the announcement during your… escapades, and relief filled you upon the notion you would be home soon.
Seokjin nodded after the younger alphas, still holding the door closed enough for you not to see the other males. “Okay. You guys go on without me. I’ll be taking Y/N home.”
The other alpha was silent, but you could almost hear the working of his jaw in the air. “No, hyung, we’ll go with you.” There was a hard rasp to his voice, causing you to tighten your arms around yourself.
It was Seokjin’s turn to grow quiet, his fist gripping around the door frame harder. The vein in his hand was raised and angry, the tension from him making you anxious.
At that moment, the compartment lurched forward, the train beginning to chug on. Seokjin toppled into the door at the sudden movement, leaving it swinging open and revealing the other alphas to you.
Immediately, their dark eyes burned into your form. You squirmed under their intense gaze, a warmth bubbling in your stomach.
“Fuck,” Jungkook pushed forward.
“She smells so good.” The other one caught his arm to fight his way through the entrance. They were pushing against each other, light growls leaving their throats, but Seokjin was quick to recover and force them back, a vicious growl erupting from his chest.
You sunk under the sound, submitting to his assertion of dominance even though it wasn’t directed towards you.
“Jungkook, Taehyung—” His voice was scarily deep and so unlike anything you’d heard from him before. “Back off, she isn’t yours.”
“And she isn’t yours either. She’s unmated.” The one with shaggy ash-blond hair bit out, a firm hand bracing the door open, against his elder’s wishes.
“No, she isn’t. I’m not taking care of her heat. I’m keeping her away from you two.” They were having a silent show-down, blown eyes staring one another down—a battle that would dictate the alpha male of the bunch.
Somewhere inside of you didn’t want the group of friends fighting over something as mere as an omega, but there was no way you could have intervened without facing consequences.
After a minute, Seokjin still standing firm, the darkness in the younger alphas’ eyes lightened, and they were stepping away with lightly bowed heads.
“Fine. We’ll see you later then,” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s arm, pulling the slightly more stubborn male away and out of the compartment.
You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, heart hammering in your chest. The click of the door registered in the back of your mind, your abdomen swimming with arousal and fear simultaneously, and you were grateful another wave hadn’t appeared during the confrontation.
“Are you okay?” And in an instant, you were relaxed. You glanced up from your feet and into the warm brown eyes of Seokjin, his tone kind and honey-like.
You nodded, and he held an arm out for you. When he grasped your hand, he lifted you from the floor, placing you on the toilet seat gently. “We’ll be off soon,” there was an unidentifiable lilt to his voice.
You nodded again, brushing your hair from your eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. You thought back to what he had said to the younger alphas. “Thank you for defending me. You didn’t have to.” You whispered barely loud enough for him to understand. His chest hurt at the sight of you so small and omega-like.
“I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” He smiled. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be walking you home.”
Your heart skipped a beat, eyes widening as you began shaking your head. “I don’t mind.” He grinned, plopping a large, crooked hand atop your head, ruffling your hair adoringly.
“Good,” then his lips tightened into a line. “I’m afraid of what could happen if I left you alone.”
The realization dawned on you then that this journey was not yet over—that you wouldn’t be truly safe from hungry alphas until you were home. Seokjin’s reassurance lifted a weight off your shoulders, and for the first time that day, your cheeks pulled a genuine smile.
“Thank you so much—for everything, Seokjin.”
Your head cocked in question. The handsome man only repeated himself. “Jin. Seokjin is fine and all but my friends call me Jin.”
Your smile only faltered a second before you tested the name on your tongue. “Okay, Jin. Thank you.”
He nodded at you and leaned against the sink. The remainder of the ride was spent casually conversing, but something nagged the back of your mind.
Perhaps that’s why he didn’t try topping you. He didn’t even see you as a potential mate. The thought made your chest hurt, but as you gazed at the man cackling after cracking some wicked dad joke, you figured you’d take what you could get.
Jin looked up from his meatloaf, eyebrows darting to his bangs. You wanted to laugh at him, with his cheeks stuffed and eyes widened to the max.
He gobbled down the meat suddenly, glancing around the restaurant for any bystanders. “Already? Man, it’s already been a year?”
You smiled at him, thinking back to the time that’s passed so quickly. After that eventful train ride nearly a year before, Seokjin did as he said and walked you home, his eyes assaulting any alphas on the street that looked at you the wrong way. With his domineering presence, you arrived home safely and parted ways with the male, but not before he promised to check back at the end of the week.
True to his words, he knocked at your front door the morning after your heat ended and treated you to a celebratory breakfast. And it didn’t end there; you would see each other every few weeks, bonding over common interests, and before you knew it, you had forged a companionship with the man that your friends couldn’t help but to question.
He’d seen you and you trusted him at your worst—which really helped to bring you together. And not only just that; his friends became yours.
Jungkook and Taehyung had apologized for their behavior, and you were undoubtedly closest to them after sharing a big laugh in the aftermath of last year’s events.
Along the way you were introduced to various other members of the friend group, all of whom were either beta or alpha, a notion that would’ve made you slightly nervous hanging around with them until they wholeheartedly welcomed you to the mix with open arms. Hoseok and Namjoon were the only mated ones, the former a beta and the latter an alpha. You met their mates—lovely queens named Wheein and Hwasa. The rest, Jimin, a beta, and Yoongi, an alpha, were as kind and welcoming as the others. You fit into the family seamlessly.
You nodded, stabbing a fork into steamed vegetables. “Time flies,” the carrots met your taste buds in a savory manner, and you cooed into the plate.
“Well I can bring you some supplies like last time, if you want.” Seokjin offered, taking another bite. At this, you were quick to shake your head.
“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary,” a quick swig of water. You licked your lips and prepared to gauge his reaction. “I’m thinking of asking Taehyung to be my heat partner.”
A metallic ring echoed in the restaurant as his fork clashed against his plate. Jin choked on his food once, managing a few gulps of water to force the chunks down. You offered apologetic eyes to the passing wait staff and fellow customers who turned at the noise.
When he recovered, Seokjin patted his lips dry with a napkin and met your gaze—his filled with an unreadable haze. “Taehyung? Why do you suddenly want a heat partner?”
You shrugged. “I think it’s about time I have someone instead of taking care of business myself. Last year was rough on my own,” because you could’ve helped me but you friend-zoned me, you dunce. You frowned at the thought, quickly shaking it away. “And Taehyung? Well, he’s attractive. We’re comfortable with each other. I’m sure he’ll agree.”
You waited for his response and were kept waiting quite some time. The silence was almost unbearably awkward. “Jin? You good?” you cocked your head cutely at him, and the alpha flushed, tearing his eyes away and forcing down another slice of meat.
“I’m good. You haven’t talked with him about it yet? When do you start your cycle?”
“I’ll talk with him today after I meet up with Solar and Byulie,” Solar and Moonbyul were a mated pair you befriended through Hwasa and Wheein. You were especially fond of Solar—the only other omega in the bunch—and related with her like none other. “It starts in four days.”
The man before you nodded knowingly, eyeing his meal as though he was disinterested in it now. “Well, it’s good you’ve it planned out. Hopefully it goes well for you.”
The conversation somewhat died there, and disappointment filled you. You wanted him to say something—to encourage not choosing Taehyung as a heat partner. To, instead, volunteer himself. You weren’t really planning to ask for Taehyung’s assistance. Sure, the idea appealed to you at first, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized it wasn’t his help that you wanted.
It was troublesome being Seokjin’s friend when you liked him far more than that.
The day of your heat found you standing outside of your friend’s door. As it occurred, Taehyung wouldn’t have even been able to help you had you asked; he and Jungkook went on a camping trip, meant to be absent from town for several days.
Seokjin must have discovered it eventually too, but you hadn’t been able to contact him since the day at the restaurant. You frowned, knocking on the door again. You wanted him to be the one who checked in on you during your leave. The one who supplied you with medication and food and moral support. Also, you left your laptop at his place the last time you visited, and that’s something you really needed if you were going to be trapped at home for a week.
You huffed, tapping your foot against the concrete. You wouldn’t have risked going to anyone else the day of your heat’s arrival. You trusted Seokjin, because he was there for you last year. But you weren’t sure how the others would respond and you weren’t nearly as close to them.
“Come on, Jin. I wouldn’t have had to come if you answered your phone.” The outside temperature was getting to you, a sweat forming on your brow when the door suddenly opened.
You jumped at the noise, eyes darting up to meet the… frenzied, dark ones of Kim Seokjin. “Jin?” You voice was but a mere whimper when an unfamiliar scent met your nostrils. He didn’t smell like your Jin. He was dressed loosely, his hair wild and unruly atop his hand, lips pulled tightly into a line as he looked you up and down.
“You can’t be here.” Hurt filled you at the maliciousness of his words, and you went to respond when he continued. “Leave now, Y/N.”
Shit. A tear pricked at the corner of your eye. He never used his alpha voice on you. You cowered immediately, eyeing your feet as your fingers clenched. Your body reacted subconsciously, turning, before you caught yourself, a sudden flare of frustration slicing through you.
“No. What’s wrong with you? I just came for my laptop.” You bit out, confidence seeping from your being like sap oozing from a tree. His gaze was as hard and intense as when he first opened the door. Then, without a warning, he opened it entirely and beckoned you inside.
“Hurry.” He demanded lowly, and you shivered. It looked as though he was holding his breath, sweating, and you worried for him, wondering if he grew ill in the time since the restaurant. That or you did something wrong and he was avoiding you at all costs. The thought made you simmer with anxiety—what did you do?
You were quick to rush into his living room and retrieve your PC from beneath the sofa, where you had hidden it during an instance in which Jungkook began shooting a water gun at everyone. You had forgotten it there and grasped it firmly before turning back to where Seokjin was standing before the door, his eyes trained on your being as though he had been intensely staring the whole time. Your cheeks warmed at the thought.
“Jin, what’s wrong?” You asked again, softer.
You could almost hear the gears turning in his head, and you saw the bobble of his adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. His pupils were blown. The unfamiliar scent from earlier hit you like a freight train.
Instantly, you were bending forward, laptop clattering to the floor as you grasped your abdomen. The pain erupted within you, and you could feel the buildup of warmth in your core, the accumulation of liquid seeping into your underwear. A whine escaped you, and the scent permeating from your friend intoxicated you.
“J-Jin?” You looked up at him, almost falling to your knees while meeting his hungry gaze. It suddenly all clicked for you.
Jin was experiencing his rut.
And his rut encouraged the onslaught of your heat.
It was a textbook mating ritual.
The prime time for breeding—when a heat and a rut run the same course, it’s basically fated for the affiliated parties to mate.
Your thoughts consumed you, and you only grew more aroused.
“Y/N, fuck, you need to go right now before fuck you right here.” There was a growl riding off each syllable, a whimper tearing from you after each one.
“I can’t Jin—I need you.” Your own voice was unfamiliar to your ears, and you could see the final remnants of his resolve leave his expression as he took a great whiff of your aroma. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in your delicacy, chest expanding against his loose T shirt.
Then, he took wide steps towards you, a hand grasping your arm firmly. He dragged you—manhandled you—all the way to his bed room, an unforgiving hold so unlike the tenderness you were accustomed to from the man.
Next found you plopped atop the king mattress, fitted with black, silky sheets. The chill of them coaxed your bare legs, having donned capri leggings, and you gasped out.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Seokjin’s voice was husky, almost as though he had just awoken. It made you squeeze your thighs together, a desperate attempt to relieve yourself. His words just barely passed through your comprehension, and his confession had you squirming in place.
“Please,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for, but it certainly had something to do with extinguishing the fire in your loins. It was a waste to wait for his next move, so your fingers pinched the bottom of your camisole, tossing the material overhead without regard for where it landed. Seokjin topped you in an instant, groaning at the sight of your breasts confined in a simple white bra.
His hot hands fell heavy at your sides, roaming over the exposed skin as though he was exploring it to remember the feeling of every curve. Your ribs; your hips; your ample tits. He tore the material from your skin, a hiss flowing from your lips as the chill of the room tightened your nipples into perked peaks.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered lowly, mouthing at your ear lobe. “I can’t wait to fuck you full of cum.”
A groan escaped from your throat at the thought—him filling you to the brim, a knot securing his load, breeding you full of his children.
“Oh, you like that?” He teased, hands roaming to massage your ass. “you like the thought of me impregnating you? You want me to fuck you full of my kids?” At the increase of slick seeping from the apex of your legs and the stuttering of your heart rate, Seokjin knew he was right.
He smirked, pulling back to stare you down, “I guess I’ll give you what we both want, omega.” You nodded hastily, a buzz in your brain preventing any words from forming. Seokjin leaned back just enough to wring his shirt over his head, his hands going to his sweatpants. During his distraction, you pulled from beneath him, just enough to turn over. Your bare breasts and sensitive nipples met the cold silk, your body assuming its natural position; rear in the air, your cheek pressed against the bed, hands grasping the headboard as your knees supported your weight.
“Y/N, you were born to bend over for me…” you whined as his hand came down to stroke your ass through the stretchy material. Then he stopped, and you peered over your shoulder in question. The blackness of his orbs was momentarily lessened as he looked down at you before him.
“I want to worship you and make love to you, but that will have to wait until after I’ve had my way with you.”
And then it was back, and he ripped the material from your covered wet parts, exposing your dripping flesh right before his eyes. You gasped at the feeling, eyes cinching shut as your head rolled into the bed. Slick had decorated your thighs, causing them to glisten in the dim lighting. Seokjin admired the view briefly, stroking his bare manhood as he took into consideration how needy you were.
Then, with a solid slam of his hips, he sheathed his masterful dick within you, a cry tearing from your lips. The fit was tight, and Seokjin didn’t stop—he released a hefty growl, finally feeling you like he’s wanted to all this time. You were more than ready for him; seeping lubrication, but that didn’t help the initial sting upon his infiltration.
“Fuck!” He hoarsely gritted, his teeth snapping at your shoulder blades. “You’re so tight, omega.” The name had you heaving a whine, back arching to meet his every thrust. He was relentless. With each maneuver, an explosion of pleasure combusted inside you, a spray of mixed juices meeting your legs.
“Alpha, harder!” The shell of your body pleaded, your consciousness having drifted from your being. You caved into his ministrations, and he chuckled in your ear. “Can you take it, Y/N, my sweet omega? Can you take me fucking the life out of you?”
Your response was a mere sigh, eyes rolling back into your head as his thighs slammed the back of yours, the bone of his pelvis bruising your ass. You could feel every thick vein and fold forging his massive dick. They brushed your velvety walls, pistoning in and out as though the alpha’s life depended on it.
Seokjin suddenly shifted, though, without pausing his berating assault. His feet flexed against the mattress, a heavy sigh leaving his plush lips as he brought your hips higher and angled downward into your pussy. “Ah!” You cried out beneath him, his chest pressed to your back, possessively holding you against him.
“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re my bitch.” His compliments went unnoticed as you felt the build up in your abdomen. While his balls slammed against you, beating against your clit, you fought your orgasm, wanting to prolong the moment as long as possible.
“Me too, baby, me too.” His hips had begun to stutter, the rhythm he’d maintained for so long finally meeting a bridge that would surely be emphasized with a knot you were more than excited to receive.
Without notice, a strong arm secured itself around your abdomen, pulling you upright. You wobbled at the sway of gravity, body close to giving out and slouching if not for Seokjin holding you firmly against him. His grunts were in your ear, his tongue teasing at the side of your neck. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted just the same.
“D-do it, please.” You whined out, like you were pleading for your life. “Please, mate me.” Your voice was drowned out by the growl emanating from his chest, as his free hand went around to tear the remaining legging and panty material from your thighs, leaving you entirely bare.
He fingered your clit with immense vigor, drawing a keening noise from you. And his lips brushed the joining part of your shoulder and neck. And his teeth played with the skin there just enough for your orgasm to wash over you.
His teeth sank into the flesh, a pain unlike any other exploding from within you. But with it; a pleasure, one you could seamlessly ride out your high in as his hips stilled to mere grinding and a swell formed at the base of his cock.
His seed pumped into you, rocketing within your tender walls, sealing himself inside you. When he could move no longer, his formidable knot breaching your core, he released a string of groans and curses and gently laid you onto the bed, his chest not leaving your back as he situated the both of you on your sides.
When you came to, the cloud shifting from your mind, it was with a giggle. His hair had been tickling the back of your neck as he peppered kisses against the mark he imprinted on your skin.
“Seokjin…” your voice was light, like a quiet whistle, and he stopped his ministrations to place his chin on your shoulder.
You felt all of him, and now that your haze was drifting, you finally became embarrassed by the situation and intimacy you shared. But as he hummed a familiar tune, you giggled again, not regretting it one bit.
“Hi.” You smiled, and it was a pain to twist your neck around to meet his gaze. But with the glint of adoration in his warm orbs, there was nowhere else you’d rather be looking.
“Hello.” He grinned, planting a solid kiss atop your nose. The discomfort from your joined regions was slightly alleviated as he tucked his legs between yours—the tug less overbearing. You thanked him with a sigh.
The sun had shifted since last you were outside, and you couldn’t even begin to fathom the passage of time as you glanced to Jin’s wall clock and realized you’d fucked for almost an hour.
It was minutes before Seokjin’s knot loosened and you could finally relax, free from the pull. But his soft dick remained within you as he held you close, and you thought what this would entail for you now. You were mated. For life. Which means you were wrong about Seokjin just thinking of you as a friend. No, he wouldn’t waste his bite on someone he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with.
The thought warmed your heart, and, still managing to remain connected, you faced him, swinging a leg over his hip as he let you adjust. Silence breathed in the air.
Seokjin, with his large, encompassing hands, stroked your cheek, thumb parting your lips for him. “I’m really glad you came.” He said.
You wanted to laugh, your eyes rolling. “And there you were, telling me to leave.”
He shrugged his shoulders at first, running a hand over your side. “That was before I figured out you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I didn’t want you to give into your omega instincts or my alpha commands. I wanted you to like me on your own.”
You gasped playfully, “I never told you I liked you!”
Seokjin then faked a hurt expression, clutching his heart, and you took the time to browse his toned chest and stomach with a smirk. “Oh, but I knew it the second you told me to mate you. I’ve never heard such wonderful words come from your mouth.” He sighed out, as though recalling the cheesy heat of the moment.
“Yeah, yeah, maybe I do like you.” You gave in, tucking your head against his chest to breath him in. He had that mated smell you’ve always wondered about. It made you smile victoriously. He was yours, too. Anyone would be able to tell.
“Y/N, you’re on the pill right?” The sudden shift in the conversation had you pulling back with question in your eyes. Then you flushed at the realization of how easy you were to risk pregnancy just minutes before.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you remembered.” He looked relieved after you said that, swiping sweat from his brow.
“Great, because as much as I want you to have our children, I don’t think either of us are prepared for that yet.”
You laughed after him, agreeing. It’d be disastrous… but yes, eventually, you saw yourself with your man and your kids. Thoughts of the future had you grinning madly.
“We can wait.” You relented, nimble fingers coming up to play with his bangs as he watched amusedly. Seokjin finally pulled out of you, a simultaneous groan sounding between you. A gush of juices swam from your core. It felt hot and disgusting, and dammit, you were already feeling a new wave of arousal form.
Seokjin caught wind of this, a brow raising. “You’re insatiable,” he pecked your cheeks lovingly, rolling over top of you.
“Maybe you’re just getting too old to keep up.” You teased as he prodded you with his tongue. He pulled away, hair falling into his face. Jin looked offended and you bit your lip to contain your laughter. His hands spread your legs, and his fingers scooped up some of the mixed liquid embedded into the sheets before pressing it back within your tender core, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Now that your heat and my rut has synced up, you’d better be ready to eat your words… well, if you’re not already choking on my dick.”
The beginnings of a swirling sensation filled your stomach and you squirmed under his playfully heated stare. “We’ll have plenty of time to play this week.” You whispered, barely maintaining the tease lacing your tone.
Seokjin smirked from above you, his hands smoothing down your arms to tangle his fingers with yours, pressing his already semi-hard dick against you.
“It’s going to be a long week, baby.”
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