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Min Yoongi was a lot of things.
Impulsive had not counted as one of them for some number of years now, and had certain circumstances remained unchanged, he rather didn’t think that that would be marked back onto the vocabulary he tended to use nowadays. He lived a simple life here, in the tiny village port that could only host a handful of small merchant ships at its busiest. Occasionally worked the docks with the local fishers in return for any assortment of daily catches before spending the evenings playing the beaten piano in the corner at the single inn the village boasted.
That being said, there were always extenuating circumstances. Most of which didn’t tend to be lean, sea-spray soaked alphas that smelt like woodsmoke and whiskey, but Yoongi couldn’t quite find it in himself to care when it had led to this strange alpha pressing him into a wall, knee slotting quite nicely between Yoongi’s thighs as he allowed calloused hands to wander up his hips.
It hadn’t been in the cards; not until the door had swung open with a bang, wind whistling through the doorway behind the soaked figure as he fought for several moments to close it behind him. Perhaps Yoongi should have realized it, when some small part of his mind had been immediately intrigued by the newcomer. Unfamiliar. A pirate, though he was quite sure that not many in the room would have picked up on it.
(But there were scars, small things that simple merchants or fishers couldn’t explain away. Marks that weren’t just caused by ropes or nicks from blades de-boning fish but inflicted by heated metal and gunfire.)
Yoongi had always been particular about who he chose to speak to- being an unmated omega meant that there had been a number of alphas over the years who seemed to think he would be easy enough to charm, to worm his way into his bed. What they had all failed to take into consideration was Yoongi wasn’t some demure little thing to sit pretty and allow an alpha to walk all over him, let alone do whatever they pleased; this alpha would have to work to get his knot wet, even if he’d admittedly allowed himself to be rather charmed by the heart shaped smile that had turned his features into something soft following introductions.
“We shouldn’t do this.” Hoseok murmurs into his neck, echoing Yoongi’s thoughts- though his hands don’t pause in their deft exploration of Yoongi’s thighs, mapping out the expanse of skin tantalizingly out of reach with his shirt and pants in the way. Thus far, it hadn’t been more than chaste kisses along his jaw and the corner of his mouth, a respectful distance from his scent glands.
“There’s a lot of things we shouldn’t do.” Yoongi agrees, followed by a small gasp, head lolling back to reveal more of his neck. There’s a warm candle glow of heat flickering in his belly at the submission of it, of allowing an alpha so close to him without knowing anything about him. “I’d say you’ve already broken a few laws, what’s one more?”
Hoseok pauses. For a moment Yoongi wondered if it was the wrong thing to say, if he’d insulted the man, before a huff of laughter puffed out against his shoulder.
“I suppose you’re right, pretty thing.”
Still, it took him off guard to feel the stubble on Hoseok’s chin scratch just shy of the scent gland behind Yoongi’s ear, a high, omegan sound pulled unwittingly from his throat as a hot long began to lave over it, coaxing out the scent he tried to keep suppressed as much as possible. He’d been told, once, that it was something warm and citrus accompanied by bitter coffee. Something almost too strong for an omega scent, but it never bothered him before and he wouldn’t start now. Given how long it’s been since he’d allowed anyone, really, near enough to scent, he wonders how it’s changed over the years; a thought shelved when he’s trying to quell the growing heat in his belly and the feeling of slick beginning to leak from his hole.
It's easy to tell when the alpha picks up the scent- he pauses against Yoongi’s throat where he’d been lapping at sensitive skin before his tongue is replaced with teeth, fingers digging more thoroughly into the meat of his ass. The moan he lets out when he feels a thumb press at him over the fabric of is pants is swallowed down by the searing kiss that follows behind. A bold move, but one he’ll allow.
“Bed?” Hoseok suggests. He sounds winded, pupils blown out, but makes no other move to shift from their current position.
“Certainly easier than this.” Yoongi agrees.
“Not quite as fun though, is it?” Hoseok grins, knowing.
He can’t help but be charmed twice over at his smile, punctuated by a long, slow rock of his hips forward; Yoongi can feel the heavy weight of his cock as it slides into the crease of his inner thighs. Instinct drove him to arch into the alpha’s chest and spread his legs wider. Rational thought was a quickly dwindling resource, leaving the current remnants in a disarrayed need of alpha’s knot and please please please-
“What was that?”
Oh. He’d been saying the latter aloud. So much for making the alpha work for it. Maybe he was closer to his cycle than he’d thought.
“Need you in me.” He managed to slur out, heated arousal going right to his head. “Please.”
“So polite, sweet thing.” Hoseok crooned, hand slipping below the waist of Yoongi’s pants and cupping his distinctly smaller cock. With it, the last vestige of coherency followed, floating as seamlessly as seafoam on the tide. The alpha’s thumb teases at his slit, fingers wrapping to squeeze just the right amount of pressure to make Yoongi whine for more, shameless in the face of getting exactly what he wanted.
Outside, the wind blew in such ferocity it whistled through the cracks of the walls- the candle in the room flickers at a particularly vicious gust, but Yoongi can hardly think beyond the burning pleasure coiling in his belly. Hoseok clearly knows what he’s doing, twisting as he strokes against Yoongi’s cock, digging his thumb into the sensitive underside of the head- it doesn’t take much more than that before he’s coming, hole clenching around nothing as he keens high in his throat, hips jerking as the alpha continues to work him through his orgasm and into overstimulation. The sound of his own cum on the alpha’s fingers stirs up all kinds of thoughts, but his attention is elsewhere- the stimulation is something but not enough, not when all he can smell is salt and sea on his tongue, a warm and willing alpha standing right in front of him. So close, in fact, the heat radiating off of his skin is evident even with the layers of clothing still separating them.
He bares his teeth and hisses his displeasure at the loss of contact when all his instincts are crying out for are to be pushed face down into the hard wood of the floor and mounted, thick knot worked into him until he can’t take any more-
A sharp, low snarl heralds his only warning as the alpha’s hand- covered in spend and slick- snaps up to grip the hair at his nape in a firm scruff, shaking him as one might an unruly pup. Despite it, something in him goes weak at the sensation of his own scent being smeared onto his skin in a claim, unconventional as it may be, head swimming with the dominance.
“I’d mind my fucking mouth if I were you, pretty.” The alpha rumbles, tone sharp and scent sharper as his fingers tighten in a silent threat. “You’re in no shape to be doing that.”
The words earn a whine, but there’s no sympathy and little warning when Hoseok turns Yoongi, face pressed into the wall. His pants are removed without fanfare, deft fingers loosening the knot keeping them up. The clipped silence draws out a small sound of fear, but an equal, stronger thrill of anticipation runs through him, only serving to make him wetter. Slick drips down his thighs as Hoseok pushes his knees apart, two fingers entering him without warning. The wet squelch of it is too loud, lewd in his ears, heart pounding so loudly he’s certain anyone could hear it as he moans again.
“You take-“ Hoseok grits out in Yoongi’s ear, “what I give you, little omega.”
With that, he curls his fingers, stroking along his sensitive inner walls before setting a sharp pace that is so close to being what he wants but not enough, just barely satisfying the flames burning through his belly.
“Alpha-“
“Quiet.”
It’s as equal a warning as it is a command- Yoongi’s jaw snaps shut before his conscious mind can follow. A small, hurt sound accompanies it, the need to get on his back and show his belly, to submit to alpha-
“Shhhh. Alpha’s sorry, hush, pretty thing.” Hoseok says, tone softening, and there’s the hand on the back of his neck again, knees giving out as the surge of endorphins rushes through his veins.
So distracted by current events, Yoongi almost forgets the bed in the room until Hoseok removes his fingers in order to manhandle them over to it, maneuvering so Yoongi winds up pressed down under the alpha’s weight in a comforting pin- a mating press without a knot. He protests wordlessly, doesn’t quite understand why his body feels like it’s being consumed from the inside out, embers licking under the surface of his skin without heat; wonders, in a moment of half-hysteric arousal, if it had been triggered by this alpha.
Peering over his shoulder, Yoongi shudders at the lewd sight of the alpha’s cock freed from his clothing, hanging hard and heavy between his thighs, hole clenching in needy heat as he wiggles his hips back searchingly.
“Fuck me, alpha.”
“Oh?” Hoseok’s fingers are back, three of them now, working easily into his slickened hole without resistance. Yoongi feels his cheeks heat in flustered shame at the sound, wondering how it would feel to have four, even the alpha’s fist, choking on a cry into the sheets when the alpha’s fingers press into overstimulated glands. His hips jerk, half-hard cock pressing into the bed- perhaps one of the only perks of being an omega, the back of his mind offers; refractory periods are short and even if his cock was spent, he could certainly still come more than once from-
“Oh-!”
Teeth graze the back of his neck as he spasms, hole clamping down as his eyes roll back, drool pooling on his tongue as he comes again.
“Greedy little cunt trying to milk my fingers, just like this, hm?” Hoseok says into Yoongi’s ear, smirking at the small, overstimulated sob he gains in return. “Even prettier when you’re put down in your place like this. Ready to be fucked and bred just like you should be.”
Oh, Gods yes.
“Will you beg me, omega?” the words are cruel, the alpha’s fingers never wavering in their rhythm as he continues to fuck them back into him.
The stubborn, rational part of him wants to disagree, to turn and snap his teeth in the alpha’s face. But the usual denial his instincts fall into when faced with such degrading speech seems to have fallen by the wayside, his omega wanting what Yoongi wouldn’t give otherwise. The only thing he could manage was a choked noise of pleasure, drool seeping to his chin. His omega already gave up any fight it might have had, ready to submit and be fucked full to the brim, knotted and kept there until alpha said otherwise.
“Your tongue had far more to say earlier- have you lost your bite now that you’re about to be fucked?”
“Just fuck me already.” Yoongi bites back, shivering when the scent of his slick reaches him.
There’s a thoughtful hum, shifting of weight behind him. Yoongi tries to glance back but can’t; the angle too sharp over his shoulder and the way Hoseok has him on the bed. Some moments later, the alpha’s fingers are pushing something past his lips- a makeshift gag, he realizes, covered in the alpha’s pre-cum. He whines at the scent, louder when he feels the head of the alpha’s cock nudge his hole.
“I could keep you here all night, edging you until you go mad.” Hoseok comments, tone neutral as if discussing the weather and not the omega spread out beneath him and achingly desperate to be fucked. “If I were any crueler, I would. However-“
He thrusts forward, the entirety of his length bullying into him at once- even with the benefit of his fingers and the sheer volume he’s producing Yoongi can’t help the way his breath seizes in his lungs at the size of it. Pleasure bordering pain scatters up his spine, only a moment of respite before Hoseok fucks him in earnest. It’s not gentle; the alpha is snapping his hips in short, deep thrusts that press against every sensitive part of his cunt, so deep he can feel it radiating to his shoulders. There’s almost no time before he comes again, clenching tightly as the alpha continues, ignoring the way Yoongi tries to escape from underneath him when the overstimulation becomes almost too much to bear. He feels the way his nipples are pinched by the fabric of his shirt with each thrust, bed creaking under their combined weight.
The swell of the alpha’s knot already begins to tease the rim of his hole as Hoseok loses himself to his own pleasure, his own instinct to breed the ready and willing omega. Even knowing his body is made to take it, Yoongi even starts to doubt it as the knot continues to swell, catching but not staying seated as he’s teased to another orgasm. It crashes over him in a wave; the tears don’t stop this time, mindless pleading the only thing he can think of as the arms caging him in grow tighter, the proximity of Hoseok’s chest disappearing as he leans further into Yoongi’s shoulders to prevent him from moving, hips finally stilling with a guttural sound of pleasure as he works the widest part of his cock into Yoongi’s cunt and burying his teeth into the pillows.
He appreciates the lack of a claiming bite in spite of the baser part of his mind being disappointed, but it once again turns to seafoam as he arches, coming again as Hoseok cants his hips to grind his knot as far as it will go into him, feeling the way his cum fills him, worrying, for a moment, that even a knot wouldn’t keep it inside of him.
“Good omega. Took me so well.” Hoseok finally croons after catching his breath. Yoongi lets out a tremulous sound at the praise, sucking in a fuller lungful of air when the makeshift gag is removed, replaced instead by the alpha’s tongue as he licks into his mouth and presses bruising kisses against the plumpness of his lips. Yoongi hums in reply, sated, eyelids fluttering at the sensation of being well fucked. Enough pleasure had flooded him that it wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep- biology at its finest, surely.
Not many could say that they had fucked the fight well and truly out of him, but Yoongi can say this alpha, Hoseok, has done so in full form and without toeing over most of his boundaries.
(The first obviously being that Min Yoongi does not often stray from his simple life, and yet he’d somehow been convinced to say yes without ever being asked.)
Perhaps he’d ask in the morning, once the storm outside had passed.
-
The first thing Yoongi registers as consciousness returns to him, morning light streaming through the tiny window in slivers of warmth, is that his body aches. Pleasantly so; nonetheless, enough that he hums in annoyance as he stretches out. The second being that he can feel the way his skin is tacky with dried cum and other bodily fluids.
(That won’t be resolved until he bathes, at the very least until he’s able to wipe himself down.)
He pries an eye open when he registers the sound of clothing rustling- likely what had woken him in the first place- hums in appreciation as he gets the privilege of drinking in sun-tinted skin as Hoseok pulls his pants back on, fingers tying a knot at his waist nimbly before reaching for one of his boots. From his current location, Yoongi can’t tell where the other wound up, but the sight is certainly entertaining if nothing else.
“Off so soon, alpha?” he drawls, voice low and slurred with sleep. “And here I thought we had something.”
Yoongi tries not to think too deeply on the way the alpha turns to give him his attention as he pulls on his boot, but his omega preens smugly at how swiftly they can capture the alpha’s attention.
“Afraid so, pretty thing.” The alpha says, smile evident in his voice as he glances over his shoulder. “Though I can’t say you won’t be missed out at sea.”
“You’ll have to remember me fondly. It isn’t often I take just any alpha to bed.” He yawns, rolling to lie on his belly, arching his back in a way he knew would draw the eye alluringly. The aches of the night before pull at his muscles pleasantly
“Believe me, pretty thing, I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon.” Hoseok assures him. There’s a strange amount of honesty that Yoongi appreciates in his face; most alphas would be too thrilled to have bedded an elusive omega like himself. A conquest to be had rather than consensual lovemaking, another marked notched in their bedposts.
Another reason still to hold a great deal of dislike toward them.
And yet, and yet.
“Your crew must be missing you.”
Something shutters in Hoseok’s features briefly, a cloud covering the sun for a moment before passing.
“Aye. I was separated from them, though I don’t recall mentioning it.” He says, brow furrowing before meeting Yoongi’s gaze. He can see the way the other man’s thoughts churning in real time, shoulders tensing- an admission, even if he didn’t consciously realize it. Yoongi eyes the knife strapped to his thigh, wondering, for a moment, if there would be any hesitation to make an attempt to strike at him. Likely, though he had to know he was at a disadvantage, being somewhere out of his comfort zone.
“You’re not as subtle as you think.” Yoongi sniffs. “And I grew up on the sea. A pirate such as yourself should be careful- not all of these smaller villages are quite so out of the way as this one. Someone might be looking for you.”
“Ah, when you’re a little less proper there’s always someone looking for you, pretty thing.” The alpha finally says, shoulders dropping as he chooses to relax. “It’s a matter of luck on who finds you first.”
Yoongi hums, blinking lazily as Hoseok draws close to the bed, dropping to a knee to tilt his chin upward, gentle kiss pressed to his lips. He savors it while it lasts, knowing that while they might have shared quite the intimate night, it ended the moment the sun rose.
“Try to stay out of trouble, omega.” The alpha murmurs as he pulls away.
“Hard to get in trouble when it never comes ashore.” Yoongi replies. “Try not to get arrested.”
“No promises.”
The door clicks closed behind Hoseok with a strange finality, leaving Yoongi to sigh and roll over in his sheets, burying his nose in the heady scent of alpha and bedsheets.
-
Just like that, it’s over.
Everything returns to its place. Back to a simple life of routine and blessed uneventfulness that begins the moment he finally ventures from his quarters that afternoon.
He can’t say he doesn’t try to forget Hoseok, but it’s rather telling that he catches his cheeks flushing at the way his mind presents the many things the alpha had done to him over the course of his day. Not just that, but the oddity of a pirate so far out of the way of the typical ship routes. Their little village was beyond the path of the more adventurous sort; something he’d learned when he’d been drawn to the shores a near decade prior. Most people who lived here were either born and raised, or hired from the more central port cities.
(The fact Yoongi had been neither when he’d arrived aboard the merchant ship he’d been rigging on had been the topic of conversation for months before things died down and returned to normal.)
Life becomes a routine of stubbornly holding fast to routine when his eyes are drawn out past the docks to the water, further still to the horizon. Yoongi wonders if it’s a sign from beyond that his heart flutters like a newly presented pup at the thought of Hoseok one day returning, even with the odds so against him in favor. He doesn’t even know how the man got off the shore without a ship- no boats had been missing. It was almost as if he’d come ashore and left again, as incorporeal as nothing more than a ghost.
Four days later, one of the pups comes racing up from the forests, shouting the alarm. Black flags on the horizon.
Yoongi’s simple life of mundanity shatters in front of his eyes as creeping dread replaces it, a far deeper sixth sense knowing instinctively that this is not at all the same as Hoseok. Trouble landing on their peaceful shores- something that feels far worse than a single alpha appearing out of thin air.
Pirates.