Hidden Scroll 01: The Rut Chambers (Patreon)

Additional scenes for what happened in the rut chamber during Yoongi's rut.

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Word count: 3,590

Tags:

• Explicit sexual content
• Multiple orgasms
• Rut, knotting, biting
• Rough sex

The young lord jolts with a gasp when a loud sound came from one of the locked chambers, seemingly like a table has been flipped over or thrown against the door. Cursing under his breath, Jimin turns around a corner.

Stopping by the lone door at the end of the corridor, Jimin takes the iron key from his pocket that an alpha healer had given him before he entered. Hoseok was reluctant to let him go alone but Jimin told him he would be fine because it is Yoongi, and he can take care of himself.

Jimin knocks on the door twice. "Yoongi?"

No answer.

Putting the key into the keyhole, Jimin slowly cracks the door open and lets a sliver of light pass through the gap before shutting the door closed carefully behind him. He lifts the lantern to illuminate the dark room. "Yoongi?"

The chamber is small, smaller than their marriage chamber, with no windows. The only source of light and heat is coming from the hearth, with the firewood slowly charring into ashes as the low flames burn under the embers. Yoongi must have been feeling cold for quite some time.

"Jimin?"

The omega's heart skips a beat upon the sound of that familiar voice. With his breath standing still inside his throat, Jimin turns the lantern towards the direction of the sound, and there, he sees him.

A hunched figure is sitting on the cold stone floor with his back against the wall, one arm resting on top of a bent right knee as the other remains splayed carelessly on the ground. His long dark locks are obscuring his eyes, concealing whatever expression his face might hold.

Placing the lantern on a wooden table, Jimin crouches in front of the man and gasps when he sees the small cuts and bruises on the alpha's knuckles. "Heavens, Yoongi," Jimin utters breathily as he holds Yoongi's hand, worry seeping into every line on his face.

There is a smear of dried blood on the wall and Yoongi's hand as if the alpha had punched it moments before Jimin entered the place. Is his husband in too much pain? "Let me clean your wound." Jimin reaches for the alpha's face, wiping the blood on his right cheek.

"What are you... doing here?"

The omega's thumb freezes on the man's cheek.

"I told Namjoon to keep you away."

And when Yoongi opens his eyes, Jimin's breath is robbed by the sheer golden brightness of his irises, burning like flames in the darkness.

Jimin puts on a mulish expression. "I refuse."

A low, rough-sounding growl brewing at the base of Yoongi's throat causes the hair on the omega's arms to stand. "Not now, Jimin." The alpha's shoulders get filled with tension. "Please, leave me alone."

"No." Jimin frowns. "I refuse to leave you alone in this godforsaken place. I–" He swallows thickly. "You need me, Yoongi." The young lord's words caused veins to appear on the alpha's arms as the man closes his hands into tight fists.

"Jimin, you do not understand. I–" Yoongi shuts his eyes tightly as if willing some sort of pain in his head away. "I do not want you to see me like this."

"What kind of husband am I if I do not know you at your lowest, Yoongi?" Jimin utters gently. "Please, let me stay."

When the alpha did not answer and kept his eyes closed, Jimin grabs Yoongi's shoulders. "Come on," he mutters as he guides the man to his feet. "Let us get you to bed–"

The omega gasps when his back suddenly hits the wall, his eyes blowing wide at the dark look in Yoongi's eyes. "Yoongi?"

He feels Yoongi's grip on his shoulders tightening. "I cannot... fully control myself, Jimin," he says as sweat beads on his forehead. "You have to go."

Jimin knows that look; he has seen it a few times before within the comfort of their marriage chamber and in the solitude of the dark crypt. There is fire burning in Yoongi's golden gaze, a wild flame that threatens to consume Jimin whole if he dares to touch it. He knows it. He feels it radiating from every pore of Yoongi's skin. He can smell it: the mixture of pines and morning dew that thickly plagues the stale air of the rut chamber.

Yoongi's palpable desire for him at the moment is insurmountable.

"No." He reaches out to hold the man's face, looking straight into his eyes."I will not go."

Another low growl.

Jimin feels his gut clench pleasantly at the sound and he leans forward to hover his lips on Yoongi's jaw. "I shall be with you until the end of your rut, husband."

The tension in the air snaps.

Jimin gasps when he feels a pair of warm lips pushing against his, exuding dominance until he surrenders and his mouth opens to grant entrance to the alpha's tongue. "Yoongi–"

The omega's moan gets drowned inside his husband's mouth.

Jimin feels hands all over him, crawling under his tunic to caress his bare sides before they pull at the strings on the omega's trousers. Breathing heavily, Jimin hooks his arms around Yoongi's neck to keep their lips together as he lets the alpha push his trousers down.

Once the fabric is pooled around his ankles, Jimin whines at the momentary loss of his husband's lips on his when Yoongi grabs the back of his thighs to lift him, letting Jimin cross his legs on the bottom of the alpha's spine to support himself. "Jimin," Yoongi mutters.

The omega feels his slick dripping between his thighs, causing his scent to mix thickly with the alpha's own. "It is okay," he breathes out between kisses. "Do it."

A lowly uttered growl and then the alpha is pushing the head of his shaft into the young lord's hole.

Jimin gasps when his husband's cock buries deeply inside him, his thighs trembling in pleasure at the sheer pressure of the alpha's length against his clenching walls. "A-Ah," he moans. "Yoongi." Jimin's legs around the alpha's hips go tighter.

The way the elder's shaft moves inside him seems different than before; there is urgency and desperation in every thrust, in every movement of the alpha's hips. Jimin's nails are digging into Yoongi's back whenever his alpha hits him perfectly.

Their hot breaths are mixing inside their mouths, their sweaty skin rubbing together under the low flames burning on the hearth. Jimin's senses are filled with Yoongi's scent, his presence, and his dominance as the alpha quickly unravels the tight knots in the young lord's gut.

"Yoongi–" Jimin moans when his husband hits that sensitive spot inside him with a sharp thrust. "C-Close. Ah!" Yoongi's fingers bury into the flesh of his backside as a rough growl erupts from the man's throat.

"Come," the alpha commands in a gruff voice.

And when Jimin does, he does so with a muffled cry against his husband's mouth. As his release spills between them, he whines against Yoongi's lips when the alpha continues to thrust into him in an attempt to drag his high as long as he could. When the tremors in his thighs ebbed away, Jimin opens his mouth to ask how his husband was feeling but much to his shock, Yoongi leads him at once to the bed, pulling out for a moment to lay him down on the linens. "Yoongi?" the omega inquires with wide eyes.

Without a word, Yoongi holds his thigh to turn him around until Jimin is lying flat on his stomach. Presenting himself to his alpha this way causes a deep flush to burn inside the young lord's cheeks, making his heart beat erratically inside his chest until his head feels light.

Jimin lets out a breathy moan when his husband's shaft enters him once again, settling much deeper than before and reaching places that Jimin has deemed to be quite sensitive, even more so right after his high. "O-Oh, I– Yoongi." Jimin feels tears lining his dark lashes.

When his husband thrusts into him, repeatedly until pleasure brews inside his gut again, Jimin moans into the pillow until his throat burns and he cannot feel anything but his overwhelming desire and love for his alpha, until all he can feel and smell is Yoongi and Yoongi alone.

As the sound of their sweaty and flushed skin slapping together fills the air of the rut chamber, Jimin lets out a long moan when his high crashes down on him for the second time, both of his legs trembling as his whole body collapses on the linens – weakened by pleasure.

"Ah..." Jimin whimpers when Yoongi's thrusts become more erratic.

"Jimin," he hears his husband's gruff voice through the floating haziness in his mind. "My omega."

"Yoongi." Jimin bites his bottom lip when Yoongi's lips pressed a kiss on his left shoulder. "I... want to see you." Turning his head to the side to look at the alpha's face, he says, "Please."

Groaning breathily, Yoongi hastily pulls away before turning the omega around until his back settles on the bed. Willingly, Jimin parts his thighs for his husband as his hands reach out to quickly pull the man down on him as if refusing to lose the alpha's warmth.

"Alpha," Jimin breathes out against Yoongi's lips as the elder's hips move erratically, desperately chasing for his high. "Yoongı... Ah..." The omega holds Yoongi's face with his hands and captures his lips in a passionate kiss.

When Jimin feels his husband's knot slowly swelling inside him, he pulls back a little to stare into the alpha's half-lidded eyes, basking in the bright golden glow of his irises. "Unravel yourself for me, Yoongi," he tells him as the alpha's pace quickens. "Come for your omega."

The crease between the alpha's dark brows deepens and then after a few more thrusts, Yoongi is coming with a low groan against Jimin's mouth. The omega moans at the sensation of his husband's seed spilling into him, at the feeling of his knot keeping them locked together.

Wings are fluttering inside Jimin's chest so much and he can hear his heart beating rapidly in his ears. For a moment, everything feels too much and every basin in Jimin's heart is overflowing with a certain kind of emotion that keeps his whole body aflame underneath his alpha.

As joyful tears line his dark lashes, Jimin hears himself saying, "Yoongi, my alpha." He presses their foreheads together, bathing under each other's warm breaths and beating hearts. "I..." With both of his eyes closed, Jimin opens his mouth.

He whispers, "I love you."

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The third day is the worst for an alpha's rut. As Yoongi mounts him with the alpha’s hands planted on the straw bed and the muscles in his arms tensing under the candlelight, dark brows knitted tightly and beaded with sweat, his soft lips parted with harsh pants and labored breaths, and his eyes burning like the sun in the dark as his hips snap back and forth, hitting Jimin’s backside with a force that punches the air out of his lungs.

“Ah!” the omega moans loudly, feeling the rough linens biting onto his cheek as spit runs down the side of his open mouth. He can’t remember how long he’s been in this position, with his face and chest pressed to the bed, his arms fallen in surrender, with his knees parted and bent to support his lower half.

His whole body is warm as Yoongi continues to fuck him — tireless. The alpha’s long and thick shaft is thrusting into him hard and fast, making Jimin’s toes curl in pleasure whenever the head of the alpha’s cock hits that sensitive spot inside him. “Yoongi,” he breathes out as tears spring into his eyes.

Jimin feels so good — so fucking good. The feeling of his husband’s cock ramming into him ceaselessly and the man’s big hands holding his waist to lift him whenever Jimin’s knees slip down the bed, all of them make his head spin with tremendous pleasure.

Without a word, the alpha places a hand on the small of Jimin’s back to push him down the bed. Gripping the linens, Jimin gasps when he feels his husband’s torso pressing up against his spine, his shaft burying inside him much deeper than before. “A-Ah,” Jimin moans brokenly. “Alpha…”

A breath comes out of Yoongi’s mouth before he grinds his hips against Jimin’s rear. “Gods—ah!” Jimin shrieks when his alpha’s cock rubs that spot inside him, making his gut clench with every circle of Yoongi’s hips.

“More,” the alpha growls as he slides a hand under Jimin’s torso to grip the omega’s neck. “Louder.”

Jimin’s inner omega whines at his alpha’s command and his moans grow louder with every move of Yoongi’s hips, aiming to please the elder and tell him how good he’s making him feel. Jimin has never been fucked so much like this, has never laid with an alpha who can pin him down with his weight and utterly claim him. Jimin likes taking power but being overpowered like this by the alpha he loves whilst in his rut causes a pleasant shiver to run down his spine.

It’s filthy, and he would be ashamed of the sounds coming out of his mouth once they emerge from the rut chambers but at the moment, Jimin cannot help but succumb to the alpha’s heat and carnal desire to rip him apart from the inside out.

Then, Jimin gasps when Yoongi suddenly pulls him up, wrapping an arm around the omega’s neck to keep his back flushed against the alpha’s firm torso. “Yoongi—” Jimin’s voice breaks into a moan when the alpha snaps his hips.

Yoongi lets out a harsh breath before licking the side of the young lord’s neck. “My omega.”

Jimin screams when Yoongi’s teeth bury into the flesh of his shoulder.

“F-Fuck,” the omega sobs as his own hard cock drips with his seed, staining the linens beneath him. Slick is sliding down the back of his thighs, and Jimin knows he hasn’t produced this much slick ever in his entire life.

The alpha’s thrusts are relentless and Jimin’s head tilts back over his husband’s shoulder as moans after moans are released from his throat. When Yoongi presses a hand on the omega’s belly, Jimin’s eyes flew open, and a pleasured cry falls from his mouth.

“Can’t—” Jimin gasps when Yoongi thrusts sharply into him. With his hand gripping the alpha’s wrist, Jimin whines, “T-Too much, alpha.”

Yoongi growls and presses Jimin’s belly more. “Ah!” The omega jolts when the added pressure from the outside causes the alpha’s cock to rub harder against that pleasurable spot inside him with every thrust of Yoongi’s hips, causing Jimin’s thighs to tremble badly and his voice to break.

With a shout, Jimin reaches his high and the alpha fucks him through it, making the omega see white for a moment as his seed erupts from the reddened head of his shaft. The pleasure seems to last forever as Yoongi pulls him down to the bed with him, keeping his cock buried inside Jimin before lying down behind him and lifting the young lord’s thigh to bury his shaft deeper up to the hilt.

Without another word, Yoongi fucks him again with newfound vigor.

“Ah! Ah! Yoong—” Jimin sobs when his alpha keeps fucking him until that spot inside him is rubbed raw with pain and pleasure. He feels Yoongi’s knot starting to swell and Jimin bites his bottom lip to contain the screams and loud moans that are threatening to spill out of his mouth.

Gods, Jimin is losing his mind, and the rotten and most carnal part of himself loves every moment he’s spending with his husband in this rut chamber.

And when the alpha’s knot catches against his rim, Jimin lets out a cry when a few drops of his release pour down his shaft, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasant sensation of Yoongi’s warm seed filling him up inside.

The alpha releases his leg and proceeds to grind slowly against his bottom, a low groan coming out of Yoongi’s mouth as he spills every last drop of his release into the young lord’s hole. Panting, Yoongi buries his face into the crook of Jimin’s neck, nuzzling the sweaty skin and the short hair on his nape.

When the fire calms down, Jimin closes his eyes and lets sleep engulf him whilst in the safety of his husband’s embrace.

On the fifth day, during the hour when the winter sun is highest in the sky, Yoongi takes him on the table with Jimin’s right leg resting on top of the wood as the alpha thrusts behind him. The omega’s hands are gripping the edges tightly, and a wave of concern fleets through his mind that the wood might not stand their combined weight as it creaks against the stone floor.

With a grunt, Yoongi drops his torso on Jimin’s back and licks the topmost moon symbol inked on the back of his neck. “More,” Jimin urges his husband even though he’s not certain if he can take any more of his alpha’s thrusts. “Make me yours, Yoongi.”

And Yoongi did make him his.

On the sixth day, Jimin is tired but still, he persists. He and Yoongi have been doing filthy things from dawn to sundown, more so in the middle of the night, and now as the omega sits astride his husband’s hips, with the alpha’s knot in full swell to keep them locked together, Jimin plants a hand on the stone wall in front of him and bites his bottom lip as he slowly moves his lower half, whimpering slightly at the sensitivity of the knot pressing up against his most sensitive spot.

“Pup me,” the young lord utters breathily, almost sounding like a plea. “Give it to me, Yoongi.”

The alpha’s hands slide up the sides of his body, changing their course until the man’s rough and warm palms brush against Jimin’s dusky nubs. “Ah,” the omega moans, and his lashes flutter closed. As the candle flickers on the table, Jimin casts a huge shadow on the stone wall as his hips undulate as if they’re in a dance of their own.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Jimin picks up his pace and lets his rear grind down his husband’s knot as he takes him whole, snapping his hips back and forth. As tears line his dark lashes, Jimin leans back and plants his hands on the alpha’s knees, tilting his head back as a tired and pleasured smile twists his face, his eyes closed, and his mouth agape for shuddered breaths and wanton moans.

“There.” Jimin licks his lips as he works the alpha’s knot inside him. “You’re hitting me perfectly, alpha.”

A low growl brews inside Yoongi’s throat and he leans forward to attach his mouth to the omega’s left nipple. “Mhn—” Jimin’s hips falter when Yoongi sucks and flicks the hardened nub with his tongue.

Breathing heavily, Jimin wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck to mold their mouths together. Yoongi tastes so sweet on his tongue and the alpha’s lips are soft and warm. As his movements become frantic and the fire in his gut burns brighter with each passing second, Jimin lets out a throaty moan against his husband’s mouth when Yoongi reaches down to spread both of his cheeks wide, causing the knot to settle deeper into the omega before pushing them back together to press the knot harder to Jimin’s sensitive spot.

“F-Fuck…” A breathy and muttered curse comes out of Jimin’s mouth as his slick and some of the alpha’s seed licks out of his hole, making his inner omega whine at the loss. “Yoongi… Ngh…”

Then, the alpha moves to flip them around, laying the omega on his back as the elder continues to grind his knot inside him. Jimin moans and wraps his legs around Yoongi’s hips, his chest rising and falling sharply with every hard grind of the alpha’s lower half.

And with one particularly harsh and ruthless circle of the alpha’s hips, Jimin gasps loudly when the knot rubs hard against that swollen gland inside him, and then his high is crashing down on him without warning. His whole body trembles as pleasure beyond imagination shoot up his system until every fiber of the omega’s being is tingling pleasantly.

As the flames begin to die, Jimin keeps his eyes closed as he embraces the alpha closely to his chest. Through the floating mists in his mind, Jimin vaguely hears the alpha whisper something to him. It might be because of his rut that Yoongi is uttering garbled words but then, Jimin hears the alpha say something again, the words too quiet and muffled for his ears to discern clearly.

“...you.”

“Yoongi?” the omega breathes out as exhaustion pulls sleep into his body, his hands losing their strength and sliding slowly from the sweaty skin of his husband’s back.

“...you, Jimin.”

Jimin falls into slumber.