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At forty-two, Seokjin was, by far, the oldest unmated omega he knew. Well, at least that had never been mated before. He knew there were plenty of divorced ones out there. After all, life happens, and things don’t always work out in the real world.
But the thing about divorce is just how painful it was for someone’s inner omega or alpha. It left them changed – a fraction of who they were before. Only betas were safe from this effect; something that was very traumatizing for beta omega or beta alpha divorces. Left with your soul in tatters while your ex-partner moves on much easier.
The whole thing made him weary of most people at first, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want a mate. No, he had dated and had his fair share of relationships (and a few serious ones), but nothing really panned out the way he thought it would.
Tired of being disappointed, he learned to embrace his unmated status and live for himself instead of just for some other person who may or may not shatter his entire being.
His life revolved around his work for his entire twenties and a good chunk of his thirties. Now that he was more comfortable in life, he was free to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Being his own boss had meant long hours and endless work, but he was now more successful. He stepped down from a leading role and now served in an advisory capacity alone.
With that extra free time, he traveled and enjoyed his hobbies. His main hobby was painting, and while he wasn’t at a professional level or anything, it was something that truly soothed him in a way nothing else had.
His favorite part of arriving to each new place was finding the most relaxing places to practice his art. The latest trip took him to Trondheim in Norway. He had no idea where to go, so he had closed his eyes, spun in a circle four times, and thrown a dart at a large paper map he taped to his bedroom wall. It took three times doing this for him to actually hit the map, and by then he was so dizzy that it took him another few seconds to gather himself enough to see where it landed.
Not really the smartest way to plan a trip, but now that he’d been here a few days, he had to admit it was worth it. Everything around him, everything inside him made him feel like he had finally found his special place.
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At twenty-three, Yoongi hoped to have finally found his place in life. For the first time in his life, he was satisfied with everything about it. Well, except for his lack of a mate, that is. Dating, even casually, had always been difficult for the alpha.
He knew he was still young, as his father liked to remind him when the subject of a mate arose, but he knew what he wanted. There was only one problem – his ruts.
Every person who had ever helped him during his ruts hadn’t been able to handle the sheer intensity. Over and over, he always felt like his thirst for omega was left unquenched while the omega themselves could only take so much.
In theory, omegas always claimed to want to the alpha with the biggest dick and thickest knot, but in practice, it was a literal pain in the ass. Most omegas found someone of his size to be too much for them but coupled with his constant need to knot while in rut, he usually found himself holding his wants back to satisfy his partner. While he was willing to do so, it ended up leaving his alpha feeling neglected and alone.
After so many times of being disappointed, he decided it was easier to spend his ruts alone. Any relationships he had always ended not long after one of his ruts, further making his alpha feel dejected and unwanted.
While he was not wealthy, he truly loved his job. He worked as a carpenter/repairman for a branch of hotels in the area. There were, of course, omegas who flirted with him, even a few who asked him out. While he was flattered, his habit of overthinking always interfered with any interest he may have had in them.
But today would be different.
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“Water! There’s water everywhere, Jimin!” Seokjin screamed hysterically into the phone at his youngest brother.
The two had different mothers, but after the death of their father and Jimin’s mother in an accident, Seokjin had taken Jimin into his home. While he never tried to be the other’s parent, it did make them so much closer than he was with any of his full siblings.
“Is your room flooded?” Jimin asked, trying to calm his older omega brother down.
“No, but I’m soaked! No comments on that, and stop trying to release your calming pheromones over the phone! I know you’re doing it!”
“Got me,” Jimin giggled. “What did the desk say?”
“The repair guy will be here soon, but it’s after midnight. What if he lives far away, Jimin?”
“Stop worrying. I mean how many times does a sink explode like that? I’m sure he’s coming as soon as he can. I’m surprised they didn’t offer you another room in the meantime.”
“Oh, they did, but I refused.”
“What?! Why?”
“This room has a view I love, and I’ve already grown comfortable here. You know how hard it is for my omega to find a hotel room homey. Stupid brain,” Seokjin grumbled.
“Stop pouting. It’s not your fault your omega likes to feel safe.”
A knock on his door got his attention. “Oh, I think that’s him. Gotta go!”
“Call me once he leaves.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Hush, I worry about my favorite brother.”
“Aww, love you, too. Bye.”
He rushed over to the door, adjusting the towel on his shoulders. He had changed his clothes, but the chill had yet to leave him. His wet hair wasn’t helping him any, but the hair dryer was now sitting at the bottom of a full sink and he had no desire to die today.
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Yoongi had hurried over to the hotel after sleepily washing up as quickly as he could. He didn’t understand why the person staying in the room refused a new room, but figured he had his reasons. The guest had been directed as to how to shut water off to the sink but since he wanted to stay in the room, he had to fix it as soon as he could. Also, the guy said it was still spouting water, just not as forcefully which meant it would leak all night otherwise and he didn’t feel like hearing what his boss would have to say about that one.
So, he scratched his nose before knocking lightly on the door. He could only hope the repair wouldn’t take too long. At least it was a Friday, meaning he had the next day off.
The door opened to reveal the most insanely beautiful person he had ever seen. The smell of watermelon filled the air. Fuck, he never knew just how much he needed watermelon in his life. Suddenly, having to wake up in the middle of the night wasn’t quite so bad. He’d gladly spend many a sleepless nights trying to catch even a glimpse of this magnificent omega.
“Um, you have a broken sink?” he stumbled over his words, trying and failing to not look like a complete doofus in front of the object of his affection.
It had been so long since he had been so drawn to an omega, and he doubted if anyone had ever had him so intensely attracted with one glimpse. Trying his best to not make the omega feel uncomfortable, he went through the motions of following him to the bathroom and beginning his work. As he worked, he tried to ignore the way his alpha whimpered at just how delicious the omega and his scent really were.
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Seokjin sat on his sofa, trying his best to ignore the reflection of the repairman’s frame as he worked. The way his strong forearms pulled and flexed with his movements. The way a sliver of hair hung over his handsome face as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The jiggle of his plump ass as he bent down to retrieve his tools. The way those tools looked in his rough, veiny hands.
Fuck, he wanted to see those rough, veiny hands all over his body. Lick the single bead of sweat that traveled down the repairman’s forehead and over his pouty lips. Yoongi the man had said his name was after being shown to the bathroom. Yoongi. Now that was a name he wouldn’t mind screaming out over and over again, hour after hour, night after night.
“Um, Seokjin?”
The sound of such a raspy masculine voice calling his name made him want to melt.
“Yes, al…uh, Yoongi?” he responded, literally gasping when the other man exited the bathroom, thin white shirt clinging to his chest from a mixture of water and sweat.
“Got you all set up. There shouldn’t be any more issues. Sorry it took so long; things were a bit more complicated than I’d hoped.”
“You should give me your number,” Seokjin said with a smile.
“You mean in case it acts up again? It shouldn’t. I made sure…”
“No,” he said, placing a finger on the alpha’s lips to quiet him. “I want your number in case I want to talk to you again, which I know I will.”
Yoongi’s visible gulp as he moved to grab his phone left the omega with a smug sense of satisfaction. This man would be his.
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That night Yoongi could hardly sleep, too happy about his text conversation with the beautiful omega. Seokjin was witty, interesting, and flirty. He was bold and experienced, and, for Yoongi, that meant he was the sexiest omega he had ever met.
Their conversation had flowed easily, with Yoongi readily agreeing to lunch with the omega over the weekend. He would spend the next few days trying to find an acceptable outfit. Sure, it was at a casual café, but he really, really, really wanted to look good for the new object of his desire.
But, of course, Yoongi was, well, Yoongi. He woke up that morning having overslept. He had somehow forgotten to set his alarm, so he was left rushing through washing up and showering. After nearly falling to his demise while stepping out of the tub, he pulled the towel rack from the wall, accidentally throwing it across the room and shattering a framed picture of a dancing cat above the toilet.
With no time to clean up the glass, he pouted then did an awkward tiptoe out of the restroom and rushed through getting dressed.
He made it just in time to the omega’s hotel room, knocking on the door, ready to head out for their shared lunch. And boy, was he hungry.
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He paused to gather his thoughts before knocking. His stomach did a flip, nervous at being able to see the omega again. Since that day, Seokjin was all he could think about.
“Come in,” Seokjin called out, a hint of mischievousness in his voice.
Rounding the corner, he was met with the sight of the omega laying on his side, wearing nothing but a silk nightgown.
“Holy hell, don’t do this to me. Not now,” he spoke, a growl building in his throat.
“Oh, too much for you, little alpha?”
“Too close to my rut for this. I…I should…”
“Fuck me?” he said with a wink.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. It would trigger my rut. I should go,” he said, not moving a single muscle.
Slithering out of bed and toward the alpha, Seokjin whispered, “But does alpha really want to leave?” running his finger from Yoongi’s Adam’s apple down his chest and along the large tent in his pants. Gripping the thick hardness with a tight squeeze just this side of painful and earning a gasp from the alpha, Seokjin continued, “You think I can’t take it?”
Fangs on display, he warned in response, “No one has been able to yet. I just want to save you from the trouble of having to tap out like everyone else.”
Throwing his head back with a laugh before squeezing just that much harder, “You actually think that because some baby omegas couldn’t handle you, that I, a grown ass omega, would give in? You know nothing, little boy. I’ve been fucking longer than you’ve been alive. If you take every single tiny memory you’ve ever had, that’d be the amount of memories I have of being knotted alone. You have no idea who you’re talking to.”
A deep rumble formed in the alpha’s chest, “Little boy? While I may be young, I can guarantee there is nothing little about me. I’d have you begging for a breather.”
“Well, I have room service, a fixed water faucet, and a wet pussy that says try me,” he whispered into the alpha’s ear.
“That’s four days of having your back blown out you’d be committing to, little omega.”
“Little? I’m forty-two years old, thank you. How old are you anyway?”
“Twenty-three,” he said, eyes travelling down the omega’s body and taking a corner of the silk material and rubbing it between his fingers.
“Does my age bother you?”
“The only thing that bothers me is the fact you’re still wearing this gown.”
“Don’t you like it?” he teased.
The alpha eyed him closely. “Do you agree to spending my rut with me?”
“I do.”
In a flash, Seokjin found his gown ripped from him as the alpha lifted him up and sat him down on the nearby dresser table. Undoing his pants, he freed himself before shoving himself into the dripping wetness that was Seokjin’s sweet magnificent pussy.
The omega wrapped his long, toned legs around the alpha’s strong waist, grabbing the base of his hair and connecting their lips. He loved the way the alpha couldn’t hold back his moans as he thrusted over and over into his wetness.
“Fuck, such a sweet, soft cunt for me. Best fucking pussy ever. Is this what you wanted omega? Wanted this fat alpha cock to tear you to pieces?”
“Uh, uh, uh! Shit, shit, shit. Yes, I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk anymore. I needed this so bad,” the omega moaned, pulling on the alpha’s hair and earning a nip on his neck.
“Be careful, little omega, you’re playing with a fire you can’t handle.”
Seokjin smirked before pushing the alpha away and onto the bed. He pulled and ripped until Yoongi was as naked as him. Climbing on top of him, Seokjin grabbed the alpha’s enormous cock, lining it up with his hole and spearing himself down on it.
Without wasting a moment, he began riding that dick like a cowboy on horseback being chased by the devil himself. Of all the dick he had taken in his life (which was quite the number), this one was the most perfect, wonderfully delightful piece of cock he had ever experienced. Thicker than his forearm and almost as long, he swore he had never felt anything as perfect as the gut rearranger inside of him right now.
He didn’t care if he had to arm wrestle this guy’s entire family or fist fight the devil himself, this alpha was going to be his one way or another. He felt his pussy stretch as he went to town, digging his nails into the alpha’s tummy. The burn would be a lot for lesser omegas, but Seokjin hadn’t been training all these years to give up now. No, this was the Olympic finals of dick taking, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t earning gold.
Looking down, he saw the alpha beneath him staring at the place where they were connected, moans growing louder as his grip on Seokjin’s waist grew tighter.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking…”
His words were cut off by a loud scream of pleasure as the omega squeezed down on his cock before using his hand to stroke the dick that didn’t quite fit inside of him. Faster and faster, his hand worked to milk every ounce of pleasure as he continued to ride to his heart’s content.
Letting go of the alpha’s cock, he began rubbing his clit, chasing that feeling he had wanted since the moment he saw the repairman at his door. Soon, he felt the thickness of Yoongi’s knot against his hole as the alpha pulled him further down onto his cock.
With his feet planted firmly on the mattress, the alpha thrusted harder and harder until his knot was firmly inside the omega’s sweet pussy. As the alpha shot spurt after spurt of hot cum inside him, Seokjin continued to twist his hips as his hand vigorously rubbed at his clit.
With a final scream of the alpha’s name, he felt himself squirt around the fat knot inside him. His entire body twitched with the force of his orgasm. Leaning down on the alpha, he let himself be held as they came down from their bliss.
It was moments after Yoongi’s knot went down that Seokjin was flipped onto his back, a hard dick once again fucking into him while the alpha on top of him growled in pleasure. It was at this point that he knew this alpha was already his to tame.
Yoongi, on the other hand, was trying to make sure he filled this omega as full as he could so Seokjin would have no other choice but to be his.