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Jimin had barely been twenty years old when his alpha father came to him one evening while the omega laid on his hard bed. “Jimin-ah,” his father had said as he held a formal-looking, cream-colored paper in his hand, “Do you know a Kang Yeongho?”
Jimin sat up as he blinked blankly at his father. Yeongho? As in one of the investors in the modeling agency that he’d been signed to only three months ago? “Um,” Jimin said as he tried to understand why one of the top investors for the modeling agency was apparently writing letters to his father, “He’s a chaebol. He’s also the CEO of some big electronics company in Yongsan, but he apparently has some interest in models? I only met him at a gala last week because my manager introduced us.”
“He’s asking to marry you,” Jimin’s alpha father said with confusion as he showed Jimin the letter. The letter was old-fashioned, reminiscent of a time long ago when wealthy middle-aged alphas married young omegas to give them heirs when they had none. For such a letter to come now was almost unthinkable. At first, Jimin had balked at the idea of marriage at such a young age, and then he began to think. Yeongho was one of the richest men in South Korea; if he was asking to marry Jimin, then certainly, Jimin would be richer than his wildest dreams. And what young omega would turn down his very own rags to riches story?
“You’ll be gone for six weeks, yeobo?” Jimin asks as Yeongho checks his luggage once more before the chauffer will load it into the couple’s brand new BMW, “You won’t be lonely by yourself in Paris for so long?”
“I’ll be perfectly fine, Jimin-ah,” Yeongho says as he leans in to politely kiss his husband’s cheek. The smell of crisp mountain air fills Jimin’s senses. “I’ll have Seungseok with me the entire trip. I should worry about you more, my sweet dove.”
As the chauffer takes the first of Yeongho’s luggage to the car, Jimin gives a soft smile. Jimin knows exactly what his husband means by the mention of the second-in-command of Kang Electronics. “You know, Yoongi-hyung will keep me perfectly company while you’re gone. You don’t have to worry.”
“I know,” Yeongho says with a composed smile, deep-set crow’s feet crinkling on the sides of his eyes, “You can’t work so hard though; I know you have at least four CFs in the next month alone. You’ll need to make sure to keep your schedule wide open for your twenty-fourth birthday in two weeks.”
“Yoongi-hyung will take care of me,” Jimin assures. Yeongho gives a nod as he backs away to take his carry-on luggage handle into his hand, “Stop worrying so much. I’ll keep things together at home while you’re away.”
“I know you will,” Yeongho says as he rolls his suitcase over the marble floor in the entryway towards the front door of the luxury apartment, “If you want to call, you have my number.”
“I know,” Jimin says, even though they both know Jimin won’t call, “You can call me too, if you need anything.” And they both know that Yeongho won’t call either. “Have a safe flight, yeobo.”
“Goodbye, Jimin-ah.”
Yeongho is barely out the door before Jimin whips his phone out and opens up the familiar yellow messaging app. /He’s gone/ Jimin writes with rapid speed, watching as the message flags as read almost immediately.
/i’ll be over in a half an hour/ Yoongi writes back /don’t touch yourself until i get there/
After nearly four years of luxury, being waited on hand and foot, Jimin frowns at the message. He doesn’t like being told to wait after waiting so long for his husband to leave. It’s been nearly a month since he and Yoongi could be alone in his own house, instead having to check into penthouse suites in the fanciest hotels in downtown Seoul instead to be with his hyung. It wasn’t that Yeongho really cared about Yoongi, the CEO leaving the aspiring producer gifts at Christmas and his birthday, but something about Jimin bringing his boyfriend over while his husband was home felt wrong.
/get ready in the bedroom, i’ll let myself in/ Yoongi adds on quickly. Jimin responds with a chick sticker giving a hearty thumbs up.
Jimin heads to the bedroom and opens his closet, looking at the beautiful array of lingerie that he has. There are pieces in every color, every type of dress, from full bodysuits to skimpy see-through pieces. He has pinks, reds, blacks, whites, and every shade in between. After a moment of deliberation, he chooses a red number with a corset and matching lace panties. He brings the pieces of lingerie to the bathroom where he begins running a bath full of bubbles and rose fragrance that highlights his own honey scent.
With Yeongho gone for six weeks, Jimin has dismissed the majority of the servants for a long holiday themselves. There are a few who will come daily to do things such as clean the apartment or tend to the plants, but they’ll be gone by noon. He’d carefully inspected the servant schedule and ensured that he would have as much privacy as possible during this month and a half of his husband’s absence. As planned, he has all evenings clear on the servant schedule, triple checking to make sure the apartment will be empty tonight.
As Jimin is busy tugging the corset into place and pulling the panties on, he hears the front door opening and shutting. The sound echoes through the now-silent apartment, the light flooding in under the door from the hallway as Yoongi steps through the apartment. Jimin heads into the bedroom where he grabs a black satin robe, pulls it on and ties it shut. He takes a polite seat at the vanity, trying to keep himself from getting too excited.
The door to the bedroom opens up, the smell of heavy cinnamon and nutmeg filling the room almost immediately. Jimin beams internally at the fact that Yoongi is clearly just as worked up as he is. “Hyung!” Jimin greets happily as Yoongi shuts the door behind him, “I missed you!” Jimin walks over to the door where Yoongi stands, heart beating furiously in his chest at the way Yoongi will look at his lingerie.
A quick scenting in greeting where Yoongi greedily covers Jimin’s honey scent in cinnamon and the elder shrugs his coat off of his shoulders. “I just saw you two days ago,” the raven-haired chides gently as he takes in the lithe omega before him, “You rich people are so demanding.”
“Two days without a knot,” Jimin pouts as he grabs onto Yoongi’s black shirt and tugs him over to the bed, “You know I need one more often than that to be properly satisfied.”
“Surprised you didn’t ask your husband for one then.” As Jimin sits onto the edge of the bed, tugging Yoongi down with him, Yoongi lets out a low chuckle. His hands trail down Jimin’s sides, hugging Jimin’s curves. The corset bulges beneath his fingertips, drawing a low curse from the elder. “Shit Minnie, what’re you wearing beneath this?”
“Unwrap your present,” Jimin teases as Yoongi tugs on the satin black ribbon that holds his robe shut. He lets the fabric hang loosely against his body while Yoongi peels the dark fabric off of his body. “Well hyung, do you like it?”
With the way that Yoongi’s scent flares up immediately, Jimin already knows the answer. Without another word, Yoongi quickly gathers the younger up in his grasp, claiming the thick lips for his own. Yoongi kisses Jimin hungrily, Jimin quickly climbing onto his lap and beginning to rock his hips, satin and lace against heavy jeans. The sensation sends sparks flying down his spine, letting out small gasps and moans that the elder swallows down eagerly.
Jimin shoves at Yoongi’s clothes with his small hands, stout fingers unbuttoning the black shirt and pushing it off of the pale shoulders. After only a few minutes of kissing, it’s clear that neither of the two want to wait or tease much. Jimin is already leaking slick, his honey scent heavy in the room with desire as he feels it soaking into his lace panties. Thick, milky fingers tangle themselves in the blonde locks as Yoongi pulls Jimin’s lips back, “Get on the bed,” he commands huskily, “Present yourself to me like a good little omega.”
Jimin swallows hard at the degrading tone beneath Yoongi’s words, scent flaring at how turned on he is by Yoongi right now. He hastily climbs off of Yoongi’s lap while Yoongi pulls his jeans and underwear off, Jimin crawling onto the center of the bed and propping his knees up to present himself properly. Behind him, Yoongi gives his thick alpha cock a few strokes, making Jimin’s mouth water with desire to suck him. Instead, Yoongi comes over to the bed where he slides the red panties off of Jimin’s supple cheeks and parts them with his large hands.
A loud moan tears out of Jimin’s chest when Yoongi dives in with his tongue, licking over the sensitive hole and licking up slick so heartily that Jimin feels his head swim. His eyes flutter shut of their own accord as he rides out the waves of pleasure as the alpha continues eating him out. First, Yoongi simply licks up the sweet taste of his slick, but it’s only a few laps of his tongue before Yoongi presses past the ring of muscles with his tongue.
As Yoongi continues working his tongue inside of the omega, Jimin’s fingers dig into the sheets, cries spilling from his lips repeatedly. “Hyung!” Jimin cries out, choking on a gasp when Yoongi’s tongue enters him again, “Oh fuck! Hyung! Need your cock please! Please fuck me!”
Yoongi has never been one to deny Jimin, pulling back despite the low whine that forces itself from the blonde’s chest. He gives himself a few preparatory strokes before he lines up his cock with the slick hole, sliding against the rim and coating himself with the slick. “Hurry hyung,” Jimin begs, tears forming on the corners of his eyes with want, “Need to feel you inside me. Want your dick so badly.”
“So needy,” Yoongi tuts gently as he thrusts inside of Jimin, Jimin unable to catch his moan before it tumbles out of his mouth, “Was this what you dreamed about last night?” Yoongi taunts as he begins fucking Jimin hard, snapping his hips with a quick rhythm that has Jimin’s mind turning to mush. “Laying next to your husband, imagining how well I’d fuck you today?”
Jimin is at a loss for words as Yoongi keeps filling him, slick trailing down his thighs as the alpha works his cock inside of him. Yoongi’s hands drift forward, until they’re grabbing onto the base of the red corset, making his hips thrust harder than before. “Hyung,” Jimin cries out as he begins reaching his peak, dick hard between his legs and begging for release, “Want your knot, need you to breed me please!”
Yoongi grabs onto Jimin’s blonde hair again, tilting his head to the side and scenting him harshly from behind. Even while the elder claims his scent gland, his hips never stop thrusting into the omega, making Jimin feel delirious with pleasure. His body belongs solely to Yoongi now, his scent gland covered in cinnamon and the way his inner walls stretch to accommodate the large alpha cock. The stretch on his rim has Jimin coming filthily all over the covers, crying out loudly as he lets his orgasm take over him. When Yoongi’s knot locks into him, Jimin is seizing hard, muscles tightening as his cock spills out thin, omega come.
Jimin feels as Yoongi lets his orgasm overcome him, filling Jimin up with come. As they both come down from their high, they maneuver themselves to lay on the bed and cuddle. Yoongi helps pull a thin blanket from the foot of the bed over them, keeping them both warm as he gently scents Jimin. “Hyung,” Jimin says sleepily, toes fanning out as he stretches his tired limbs, “Sometimes I wish you could claim my scent gland.”
Behind him, Yoongi chuckles lowly, “You mean like we’re living in the Silla or Joseon dynasty? You want to have everyone see my teeth marks on your scent gland like it’s the year 1500 again?”
Jimin reaches behind him, pinching blindly at the elder in retaliation, “I want everyone to know I’m yours, you ding dong. Not the living in the past part.”
Yoongi laughs at the way Jimin tries to retaliate, grabbing easily at the thin wrist and placing it gently on the bed. “You and I both know why that can’t happen,” Yoongi reminds with a kiss to Jimin’s cheek, “Your modeling career would vanish in an instant if you had a mark on your scent gland and then everyone would know you don’t smell like Yeongho.” Jimin pouts at the reality check, “Dream about a world where I can claim you tonight instead, okay?”
“Alright,” Jimin says unhappily, settling against Yoongi’s embrace, “Goodnight, hyung.”
A little after midnight, Jimin wakes again, rutting his slick hole against Yoongi’s thigh until Yoongi wakes up. It isn’t until Jimin’s knotted once again, stuffed full of come, that he falls into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning, when they wake, they take another luxurious bath together, Jimin riding Yoongi in the tub until his knees ache. When he gets too uncomfortable, Yoongi wordlessly drapes Jimin over the white tiles in the bathroom and fucks him until Jimin’s muscles are seizing.
“Don’t wanna go to work,” Jimin bemoans as he makes himself look presentable in the early afternoon. He has a shoot at three that he needs to hop over to Gangnam for. He thanks his lucky stars that Yoongi hasn’t left any marks on his skin, since the shoot calls for a particularly pure aesthetic. It’s a large part of why he’d been given the assignment in the first place; Jimin’s angelic look is what certain brands strive for. A dark hickey on his neck or chest might jeopardize such a look.
“Nobody says you have to work,” Yoongi says as he lounges on the bed, forgoing clothes entirely. If Jimin hadn’t been properly knotted three times in the span of the last twenty-four hours, he might have had some difficulty in refraining from riding Yoongi again. Luckily, for once, he’s actually satisfied. “You could be like almost every other trophy omega out there and just sit sipping cocktails on the porch every day.”
“I like modeling,” Jimin reminds as he flips his bangs from one side to the other, not quite sure which styling looks better, “If I didn’t model, you know I’d bore myself to tears.”
“You could just warm my knot all day instead,” Yoongi offers.
Jimin scrunches his nose in the mirror, sticking his tongue out at the raven-haired, “And you could just let me spoil you with my copious amounts of cash, but you wouldn’t be happy that way either, would you?”
“I like producing,” Yoongi echoes, reminiscent of Jimin’s earlier words, “One of these days, I’ll have a hit. I’ll make a song you hear on the radio every time you get in the car.”
Jimin picks out a set of earrings, just some silver dangling hoops that cost more than some people’s monthly salary. “Baby,” Jimin says as Yoongi calls to attention, “you know you’re going to have a hit one day. Your songs are so good. The rest of Korea just needs a hot minute to catch up to the trends.”
Yoongi purses his lips and sighs. It’s the reality. Yoongi’s talent is undeniable; it’s part of why he’d gotten a gig at a large recording company. One big enough that they don’t mind letting their producers take days off when they feel burnt out or need to “attend to personal matters” as Yoongi cites frequently when he has to appease Jimin’s needs. If only he could actually produce a song that actually began to collect royalties, the part of the job that actually paid a living wage. “I should get going,” Yoongi announces after a few moments of Jimin putting his jewelry on, “I’ll head on over to the studio for a few hours while you work.”
“Do you want to get dinner?” Jimin asks, “I know a good place for dumplings that delivers around here. I haven’t gotten to eat them in forever.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as he rolls off the bed and finds his underwear. “Yeongho not into greasy dumplings or something?”
Jimin laughs softly as Yoongi continues dressing and Jimin checks over his outfit one last time in the mirror, “You know he’s been eating caviar since he was born. I think the very idea of a deep-fried dumpling would offend him on a personal level.”
Yoongi comes over to Jimin at the vanity, leaning in to kiss Jimin’s cheek, but careful not to spread his scent over Jimin’s scent gland. With Jimin about to head out for the day, he can’t be smelling like anyone besides his husband. “Yeongho is the luckiest bastard on the planet to have married you.”
Jimin smiles softly, politely. “You know that’s not true,” Jimin reminds. They both know about Yeongho’s secret, the reality that he can’t be who he truly wants to because of society. It doesn’t matter that both him and Seungseok are powerful alphas; their relationship would be nothing short of shameful in the eyes of the chaebol families. “I wish I could be married to you instead.”
“No you don’t,” Yoongi quickly counters, “I couldn’t give you even a fraction of this,” he says with a wave to the luxurious apartment and fanciful clothes Jimin is wearing. “The best I could do is an apartment that maybe doesn’t get bugs in the winter.”
Jimin frowns as his phone lights up on the counter, quickly grabbing it and answering. “Yes? ... I’ll be down in a minute.” He hangs up the phone and turns to give Yoongi a quick kiss on the lips. “The chauffer is here for me,” Jimin informs as Yoongi gives a curt nod, “I’ll see you for dinner tonight, yes?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”