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Chapter One:
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jimin hissed out, leaning over to whisper yell in his best friend's ear. He wasn't sure what would happen to his alpha instincts, being surrounded by drunk omegas who no doubt were letting their pheromones run wild.
"Hell yeah! What better way to get your mind off Dojun than to have a hook up?" Taehyung said with a wide grin.
Jimin frowned, a breath leaving him as the line moved up. He could already hear the music and the booming bass from the club in front of him. "But I mean… I've never had a one-night stand. I've only ever been with Jun, and…" He swallowed. "Aren't these people a little old for me?" He whisper yelled, looking at the men and women in line around him.
"Old for you…" Taehyung looked at him and smirked. "How old are you today, buddy?"
"Seven-"
"Nope. How old are you today?" He stressed the last word, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Twenty-three." He muttered a bit nervously.
"Exactly. Perfectly old enough for a one-night stand." He reasoned, Jimin groaning. He walked up to the bouncer and held out his fake ID, sweating in his shoes. One part of him hoped this worked and he could go in, have some alcohol, and forget his troubles. But the other part of him was almost begging for it to fail. He was terrified of doing this.
The bouncer looked at his ID and back at Jimin, his brow raising before he shrugged and handed it back, nodding him through, doing the same to Taehyung.
"Yes!" Taehyung grinned, grabbing Jimin's far shoulder and jostling him slightly. "We made it in!"
"You're a bad influence on me. I'm a straight ‘A’ student and class president and yet here I am, with you, at a club, trying to find an older omega to fuck. I've hit rock bottom." Jimin groaned as Taehyung walked over to the bar, pulling out some money.
"Oh please, this is far from rock bottom. My cousin hit rock bottom. Got into drugs, stole a shit ton of money from our grandparents, stopped taking his medication, tells everyone he's dying of cancer when he's fine. And my uncle, not his dad, different uncle…" He clarified. "He lives in a tent under a bridge because of his drug and alcohol addiction."
"And you bring me to a bar at a club?!" Jimin growled out. "Where I can get hooked?!"
"Dude! It’s not like it’s heroin." He quirked a brow. "It's one night to get your mind off shit. Just give it a try, if you don't like it, don't come back." He shrugged so nonchalantly, ordering two drinks. He handed one over to Jimin grinning as he took a gulp of his own. His face twisted slightly, and he let out a little 'whoo' before sipping it. "That's stronger than I thought it would be." He gave a bit of a laugh, the bar tender raising a brow.
Jimin sighed, sniffing his drink before sipping it. He could definitely taste the alcohol, that was for sure. They stayed at the bar for the first while, just feeling the music and sipping their drinks. Once they finished Taehyung grabbed Jimin's arm, pulling him out to the dance floor.
It was easier for Jimin once he was in the center of the room, bodies all around him as he danced, a few people taking notice of him. He knew he danced well. He was in a performance arts academy, specializing in dance, he had better dance fucking well. Taehyung was in the same academy, but in drama and acting classes. They shared some basics like literacy and math, though. It's how they met, through their common classes. They just, hit it off.
As he danced, smirking at the men and women who giggled in his direction or dared to dance closer to him, his eyes landed on someone in particular. He looked over at the bar, his movements pausing. He didn't know what it was about this man, but he was captivated by him. He was an omega, he just knew it, and he was sitting by himself, sipping a drink. Their eyes locked and the older looked away, cheeks tinging pink at being caught.
There was just something about him.
Jimin felt his feet moving before he even registered it properly, stopping by the man on the stool. Jimin was in black jeans and a tight red shirt that showed off his frame well. The other man was in blue ripped jeans and a baggy white shirt, hair perfectly brushed, unlike Jimin's that was no doubt messy from how many times he had run his hand through it. He smiled, holding a hand out. "Dance with me." He said softly, the other's eyes widening before looking up to lock, just for a split second. Jimin felt an eagerness well up inside him. He really wanted to dance with the pretty omega. He had such a cute mouth, almost kittenish.
"…" The older male was quiet for a second. "No." He said just loudly enough for Jimin to hear.
He felt like he hit a brick wall at full speed. No? Didn't the omega feel the connection, too? "Please?" He coaxed, pouting slightly at the other.
He turned, looking the younger up and down. "How old are you?" He quirked a brow.
"Twenty-three." Jimin lied, seeing the other stare at him in disbelief before giving a slow nod.
"I can't dance." He stated. "I came for the alcohol." He motioned to his cocktail that the bartender, Eric, convinced him to try. They’d known each other for a long while, since college, and it was his friend’s own creation. He never was good at telling him no.
"I'll guide you." Jimin promised, giving a little hopeful smile, his hand still stretched out. "Please?"
He looked at his friend, Eric, getting a grin and a wink followed by a nod. He let out a sigh, downing the rest of his drink. He hesitantly reached out, letting his larger hand slip into the alpha's smaller one. Heh, his hands were kind of cute, along with those adorably chubby cheeks. He felt the warmth in his hand, how inviting it was, and caved in.
Jimin nearly cheered, a big goofy grin crossing his face, his eyes practically closing as the older grasped his hand and let him pull him to the dance floor. He started to sway side to side, the slightly taller watching like a hawk, shifting his waist to copy the younger male.
"I'm Jimin." Jimin said over the bass of the song, the other humming and nodding.
"Yoongi." He said just loud enough for the other to barely hear him, stepping up closer to the other, not really sure how he felt about being surrounded by strangers. There was a reason he usually stuck to the bar.
"Hi, Yoongi." Jimin grinned, reached out and placing his hands on narrow hips.
Yoongi blushed lightly, clearing his throat and nodding, letting the younger gently pull him closer, their bodies mere inches apart. He let himself move with the music, slowly reaching up to place a hand on Jimin's shoulder and the other on his bicep. He had really, really nice arms. He resisted the urge to squeeze, his cheeks tinging pink.
"There we go." Jimin beamed, stepping even closer, feeling a spark in his gut as he did. His one hand slid behind the older, pressing to his lower back, wanting desperately to shift lower, to grasp a handful of the prominent rear. But he wouldn't. not yet. Not until Yoongi loosened up a little.
They danced for a few songs before Yoongi seemed to relax, leaning into the other, shifting with him, little sighs leaving his lips as his breath ghosted along Jimin's ear, their cheeks touching as their pelvises pressed.
Yoongi's eyes fluttered, feeling the blood rushing south as they moved together. He had been asked to dance by a few people over the years and always turned them down. It didn’t happen often, and he never said yes… but there was just something about Jimin that made him want to give in. His eyes. They were so sincere, sweet and yet stern. It was captivating.
Jimin could feel how hard Yoongi had gotten and a sense of pride filled him up. He reached down, letting his hand finally slip over the other's ass, gently gripping it. He heard the other's breath hitch, felt his cock twitch against his hip. So he liked it? He smiled, ghosting his lips along the other's neck before hesitantly pressing a kiss there, right near the older's scent gland. He heard the throaty, deep groan, so close to his ear, the hands on his body gripping him tighter, feeling the muscle in his arm. He wished he had more muscle than this, but he knew he still had a fair amount. Enough that his arms looked good, especially when he flexed. Which he proceeded to do.
Jimin smirked against the skin below his mouth when the other groaned, his own lips pressing to the younger's shoulder, trembling against his clothes.
Jimin trailed his lips along the other's shoulder, feeling the taller tense against him. He paused above the older’s scent gland, blowing on it teasingly, feeling the other shiver slightly. He skipped over it, pressing kisses to the slim neck, trailing upwards. He smiled when Yoongi tilted his head, making access easier, his breaths choppy.
It felt good. So good. His eyes slipped closed as lips trailed up his neck and nibbled at his pierced ear. He slid his one hand down from the younger's shoulder to his chest, tilting his head even more, wanting those lips on his gland. Wanting to feel good. To let go, just… just this once. What was the harm in one time? He'd been through a lot over the years, he deserved to feel good once in a while, right?
Jimin's mouth went back down the slim neck, sucking a few spots, just barely enough to leave a temporary pink patch, before he stopped at the other's gland. He shifted his hands, gripping the slim waist and plump ass before ghosting his lips along the sensitive patch of skin. He heard the throaty moan, felt the fingers twitching against his chest and arm. He hummed, feeling the pride swirling in him yet again, and he pressed his nose to the spot, breathing in deep.
It had been hard to pick up the other's scent over all the other ones in the club and the aroma of different alcohols… but like this? Pressed right against it? He could smell the scent of sweet peaches. He moaned heavily, covering the spot with his mouth and suckling, pulling the older as close as he could.
Yoongi let out a lewd groan, his eyes closed as the man held him close, sucked on his gland and gripped his ass. It felt so good. He could smell his sweet butterscotch scent and it was intoxicating to say the least. He could get drunk off it.
He could feel the needy ache in him, his rear starting to tingle as he let his inhibitions go. He wished he could blame it on all the alcohol, but in reality, he was only tipsy, not drunk. He wished he could blame it on the atmosphere, but usually he turned everyone down and hated coming here. He came to support Eric and his new cocktail. He was only supposed to have a couple drinks and then dip. But things weren’t working out how he originally planned.
He had no idea the night was going to end like this. He had no idea when he sat down earlier that he would be dancing with a younger alpha, pressed close, a hard cock stabbing his hip perfectly, making him almost dizzy. He had no idea he'd turn his head and murmur in a pierced ear: "Do you want to come to mine? I live down the street."
He had no idea any of this would happen.
Jimin's breath caught. He pulled back from the wet patch on the other's skin, the area a darker red, no doubt bruising as he thought about his answer. He glanced to the side, seeing Taehyung giving him a thumbs up and swallowed, looking at the older man. He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he spoke the honest words. "I really fucking do." He admitted.
Yoongi gave a little smile and pulled back, reaching down to grasp the other's smaller hand in his, starting to the exit.
Yoongi wasn't kidding when he said he just lived down the street. It was a building, maybe three hundred meters from the club.
The fresh air was a bit sobering to both of them, but their hands remained clasped, no hesitancy or doubt, even as they slipped into the elevator, standing a little awkwardly next to each other.
Jimin noticed, although the location was so close to a club, it was actually a really nice building. It made him wonder what Yoongi did for a living. They got to the apartment, Yoongi fishing out his keys and unlocking it, leading Jimin inside.
Yoongi had never had a one-night stand before and honestly wasn't sure how this worked. He'd only had a couple people over, if he was being truthful, and was pretty sure he was a shit host. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, flicking on a couple lights, and taking his shoes off.
Jimin blushed, smelling the peach scent strongly now, the smell infused with everything around him. "Ah, no… I'm okay." He turned to the older, a spark in his gut. He could see him clearly in this lighting. He was handsome. He had a cute button nose and fierce eyes. And damn those cheeks and upturned lips. He slid his shoes off, walking over to the other and reaching out. His hand pressed to the side of a slim neck, the older closing his eyes and leaning in so their lips could meet.
Jimin moaned quietly into the kiss, their lips separating quickly, tongues pressing. He reached down, gripping the other's hip and pulling him closer, feeling hands gripping his bicep and slipping into his hair, making his eyes flutter. He always liked when people touched his hair, but this… this felt… different.
Yoongi could tell Jimin liked his fingers through his hair and gave an experimental little tug, earning a throaty groan from the other and a buck of his hips. It was cute. The alpha was cute with his chubby cheeks and higher tenor voice.
They pulled back after a moment, Jimin hesitating before reaching back. He grasped his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor, his hair tousled as he looked at the other with lust and nervousness.
Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes raking along the other's muscular build, a quiet little moan leaving him. Fuck, Jimin had a good body. He reached back, pulling his own shirt off, his stomach flat but lacking in the abs that the younger seemed to excel in.
Yoongi grasped the other's hand, smiling fondly and pulling him through the living room and into the bedroom, the light staying off as he slipped his hand back into soft locks, pulling him in for another heated kiss. He felt warm hands on his hips, brushing his skin gently, sending little tingles through him.
Jimin was itching to touch Yoongi more, but he wasn't really sure how far he was allowed to go. Was this really a one-night stand? Were they really going to have sex? Or was this just a heavy make out session? He slid his hand around the front of the other's jeans, fingers lightly brushing along the hardened length encased in denim. He groaned at the back of his throat, when the other's hips stuttered, pushing into his hand, encouraging him to keep going.
He was nervous. They both were. They could taste the remnants of alcohol on each other's tongues, smell their scents, so thick in the air, arousal interwoven with it. And before either of them knew it they were undoing their jeans and slipping them off, standing in nothing but boxers.
"Come here." Yoongi whispered, voice low and raspy.
Jimin blushed in the dimly lit room, the light from the living room illuminating some of the area in a rectangular stripe. He crawled into the nest with Yoongi, feeling how soft it was. It was way better than Dojun's nest, so much fluffier, years of practice under Yoongi's belt, turning the area into a masterpiece. "It's really comfortable." He whispered, shyly praising the omega.
Yoongi startled at the compliment, having not expected it. He felt his cheeks tinge pink and nodded. "Thanks." He spoke softly, reaching out to slip his hands back into the other's dark locks and grip, getting a moan as he pulled the younger closer, their mouths meeting.
They kissed for a long while, both panting heavily, cocks hard and aching to be touched. Yoongi shifted and broke the kiss after some time, shimmying out of his boxers, eyes lust filled, and swollen lips parted. He had slick coating his crease, more than ready for the alpha to take him. He wanted to feel good tonight. He deserved to feel good tonight. It had been such a long time since he felt good like this.
Jimin slipped out of his bottoms, his heart hammering in his chest as he slid between parted thighs, their eyes locking for a split second before both looked away from shyness and nerves. Was he really going to do this? He felt legs wrap around his waist and shivered, groaning at the back of his throat. Yes. Yes, he was going to do this. He reached down, trailing his fingers through the gathered slick, feeling the slippery substance. He bit his lip, searching for-
Yoongi's breath hitched and Jimin knew he found it. He pushed his digit forwards, seeing the other relax into the bedding, his lips parting and eyes closing. He carefully moved his finger inside the older before adding a second, feeling the wet heat gripping his digits almost tight. He moaned again, separating them and seeing the older's brows furrow, his breaths hitching.
"Okay." Yoongi whispered, his rear aching something fierce, needing to be filled up, begging to be stretched wide. "Please, Jimin." He cracked his eyes open, locking them with the younger alpha.
Jimin swallowed thickly, nodding, and removing his digits. He grasped himself to steady his cock before lining up. He locked their eyes, getting a little nod and pushed forwards, slipping into the wet heat. He gasped, feeling it encase him, his eyes threatening to roll back. Yoongi felt so much better than Dojun ever had. He almost whimpered as he pushed in all the way, Yoongi's head tilting back, heavy breaths leaving him.
They moved together, Jimin sliding in and out, Yoongi's legs tight around his waist. He could feel his cock wanting to swell at the base and moaned, doing his best to fight off his knot. Yoongi braced a hand on his headboard to help push himself down, forcing the movements to speed up, pleasure swirling up inside both of them as their voices rose and mingled together. Jimin rolled his hips as often as he could, dragging along the older's prostate almost relentlessly, Yoongi letting out choked moans that bordered on sobs as he let go and fell into the pleasure. Jimin whined as he lost his battle with his knot, stretching the other's insides slightly, hearing the aroused gasp from the omega. He bit his lips, refusing to let any of his instincts make praised phrases about breeding the omega. He felt himself seize, a guttural groan leaving him as came deep inside the older, still grinding against his prostate, despite how sensitive he was starting to feel.
He didn't remember the condom until after he released along his stomach, his head in a daze as the younger stretched him slightly, Jimin grinding his knot inside him before something warm started to fill him up. "Shit." He rasped out, his eyes fluttering open. "Condom."
"O-oh…" Jimin's cheeks went pink, anxiety welling up inside of him. He started to pull back, feeling his knot tug slightly at the other's rim, his cheeks going dark. He didn't mean to pop a small knot, he just… he got a bit too excited. He also couldn’t believe he could be dumb enough to forget a condom on a one-night stand. It was like he threw every caution to the wind that night. It just… it had felt so good. He’d never done it without one before.
And now he was knotted in an omega without a condom. If he waited about two minutes, he'd be able to pull out; it was just a small knot, but that wasn’t the point. "Fuck, I'm sorry I-"
"It's okay." Yoongi rasped out. "I'm on the pill." He stated. He had technically missed a day when he pulled an all-nighter at his studio, but it should be fine. Besides, he wasn't in heat. His heat ended a good four days ago. It was fine… totally fine. His eyes fluttered as he felt his stomach bloat the smallest bit, almost craving the alpha’s encouraging phrases he’d always despised outside of heats. He was a bit disappointed when they didn’t come, confused with his thoughts. Maybe it was because it was so close to his finished heat?
Jimin pulled out after a few moments, his knot finishing up. "Sorry. I ah, I didn't mean to knot you like that." He whispered, cheeks a dark red.
"S'okay. Felt nice." Yoongi admitted with a small smile.
Jimin nodded bashfully, hesitantly rolling off the other, looking over at him. Now was where he was supposed to get dressed and leave, right? But… he didn't want to. He wanted to stay with the omega. He’d never knotted someone before. It was… intimate and he wasn’t ready to lose that.
Yoongi hummed and rolled over, sitting up. "I'll be right back, stay put." He said softly, heading to the washroom to clean himself up with a cloth and to empty himself out a bit reluctantly, before bringing a fresh washcloth out, making sure it was damp. He handed it to Jimin, crawling back in his nest and watching the alpha clean himself off. He wasn't ready for this to end. Jimin… Jimin made him feel something he hadn't felt in a very long time. Wanted. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. "Do you want to spend the night?" He asked.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat and he looked at the other in shock. "Y-yeah. Yeah, okay." He nodded, Yoongi humming happily and curling up against him. He smiled bashfully, draping an arm around broad shoulders, holding Yoongi close.
He hoped Yoongi would give him his number in the morning. He… he really wanted to get to know this omega. Maybe he was just on the rebound, but… it felt different. He felt almost whole.
He fell asleep pretty quickly, an omega wrapped up in his arms, a head on his shoulder. It was warm and comforting. It was the best sleep he'd ever had after the best sex he'd ever experienced. It was a good night.
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Hello all and welcome to “Caught in a Lie” I’m looking forwards to seeing who joins me on this journey! I hope you read the tags, and please don’t flame me >.<
I plan to upload on Fridays, like I’ve been doing for a while now!
So… Chapter one was kind of a double length chapter! I didn’t want to split it into two parts in the middle of a sex scene or something, so it’s longer than I normally would have written. Hope you all didn’t mind! We got to meet our two main characters and Jimin’s best friend (Taetae) who makes appearances throughout the story!
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