Sprint • The Lunar Lake (Patreon)

They meet under slightly weirder circumstances. 

Jeongguk has been banned from his pack for refusing to fuck omegas. He got sick of the scent, of the slick. Every time they sent omegas to his hut he sent them back, rejected every single one of them. He’d told his brothers and the pack alpha that he did not want to have omegas anymore, that only alpha’s scents made him feel good, then got banned from the pack. 

Surviving alone isn’t that bad. It’s just that with a pack you’re safe, and you have stability. Now he’s all on his own, on the outskirts of the forest. 

Of course Hoseok comes to visit every now and then, even though he’s forbidden to. He tells him about what’s going on, sometimes brings some supplies if he can’t manage them for himself. 

When his rut comes it’s bad. He’s not supposed to wander, it’s forbidden to move around while in rut, as one could easily take advantage of any omega in that state. But he needs peaches. He needs them, Hoseok is not there to bring them to him. 

So he wanders the forest in a delirious state, until he finally finds a peach tree, slumps down against it as he grabs one. He pushes his thumb in it, removes the pit like he’s done so many times before. He imagines Jimin as he slides his fingers in, watches how the juice spills out of it, swallows thickly as he rubs over the softness. 

He thinks it’s the delirium when the sweet scent of peaches intensifies while he fingers it, but then there’s a hand on his shoulder. 

“Jeon? What are you doing here? You’re in our territory— oh fuck.”

Jimin looks him up and down, looks so fucking beautiful even as he pinches the bridge of his nose in absolute disappointment. 

“You’re in rut. You’re not supposed to walk around in this state. Why are you so far from your pack?”

Jeongguk pays half a mind to stop fingering the peach right in front of Jimin’s eyes. He tries to get it together, tries to not slip further into his rut as he focuses just on Jimin’s lips.

They look as pink as the peach he’s holding.. he wonders if his spit tastes the same as the juice that dribbled out. Wonders if they’re just as soft.

He’s slipping. 

Jimin grabs him by the hair, pulls it to look at the back of Jeongguk’s neck. 

“You’re exiled.”

The cross etched into his skin doesn’t burn anymore, but it’s not quite a scar yet.

“Where’s your hut?”

Jeongguk is not sure how he’s gonna sound if he speaks now, doesn’t think he can say anything but vulgar things so he just nods his head into the general direction. 

“Stand up. I’ll bring you back. No one can see us so be quick.”

Jimin all but yanks his arm to make him stand up, dragging him towards the forest. 

“Wait- I need- I need more peaches.”

He says, retracting his arm to walk back to the peach tree. Jimin groans in distress, but decides to help him, plucking a few from the tree and then taking him by his arm again.

He’s not completely conscious for the walk back. But it’s not that long.

“You could have been killed for wandering in our territory like this.”

Jimin says, clicking his tongue as he opens the door of his hut. Jeongguk almost falls down on his way in, but he manages in the end. Jimin enters as well, puts all the peaches down in his nest. 

And oh.. the sight of Jimin near his nest makes his mouth water. He walks over as well, drops the peaches and grabs Jimin’s hand to pull him into an embrace.

Two hands press firmly against his chest. 

“What are you doing?”

Isn’t it obvious? 

His hands sink down to hold Jimin’s waist. He looks at Jimin, eyes slowly getting drawn to his lips again.

“Stay.”

“No.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I have to head back, if they come looking for me and I’m here we’ll both be executed.”

He reluctantly lets go, though he’s in the midst of his rut he still understands the gravity of the situation. Jimin’s pack is brutal. The Park pack is the biggest for a reason. 

“Sorry for coming to your territory. Just wanted peaches.”

“Don’t go wandering.”

Jimin says sternly. 

“I’ll come to check up when I’m alone. I’ll bring water and food. Just don’t get out of your hut.”

Jeongguk nods as he watches Jimin walk back. He hates seeing him leave. Hates not being able to have just the slightest taste. It’s been four years since Jimin touched him, since he licked his scent gland and made him come. 

He still thinks about it. 

“Bring- bring peaches too.”

Jimin looks at him, the slightest blush creeps up his neck and he just nods before he heads out.

Jeongguk sighs as he settles into his nest. 

The next time Jimin comes over he’s in the middle of it. 

In this state he doesn’t have an ounce of shame. His cock is completely obliterating a peach, he’s sticky all over with peach juice and come, everything smells like him. 

Jimin covers his nose as he walks in, and for a second Jeongguk feels bad for it. Until he notices how thick Jimin’s scent gets with arousal. He’s only covering his nose because it will probably trigger his rut if he’s in here a minute longer. 

He puts the peaches and meat he brought on the table, then walks over to him and holds out a bota with water. 

Jeongguk is in no state to be taking it. He’s so close to his climax, just wants to rub his cock against the supple flesh of the peach until he comes. 

“Fuck.”

Jimin curses as he kneels down and opens the bota, just pours the water into Jeongguk’s mouth. 

Jeongguk can barely function anyway, he’s just imagining what Jimin’s come tastes like as he drinks the water, just imagines it’s him he’s fucking instead of the peach. The peach that is falling apart already, split open by his cock. 

When it’s useless he brings the pieces to his mouth, eats them with his eyes closed, imagines rimming Jimin would taste like this. 

Jimin stays by his side, looks at him in this state. Watches him, even hands him another peach. 

Jeongguk looks at him with lust-glazed eyes, drunk on his rut as he presses his thumb into the new peach, removes the pit and lets a little bit of the juice dribble down on his cock. 

Jimin watches, keeps watching him, cheeks turning pink as he sees how he slides his fingers into it. Jeongguk makes a show out of it for him, makes him watch how he works his fingers in and out of it so gently. 

“You.. you really.. do this every rut?”

Jimin asks, following the motion with his eyes, jaw dropping just a little bit. 

Jeongguk nods, brings the peach to his mouth and licks around the hole he made in it. Normally he’d be too desperate to fuck it, but Jimin is watching him and he wants to make sure he knows. Knows how much he wants him. 

“You- you’re really-“

Jimin bites his lip, watches him play around, watches him lick and suck on the sweet peach. He imagines Jimin sitting on his face, imagines it tastes just like this, feels just like this, so soft, so supple.

He needs to fuck it. Needs to. Can’t stretch this foreplay any longer. So he brings it down again, pushes his cock into it. 

Jimin follows every move, scent getting thicker by the second and Jungkook is this close to begging him to sit on his cock. 

Instead he just breathes in deeply, groaning as he fucks the peach, trying to keep it from breaking but he’s so desperate. He needs to come so bad.

“Fuck you’re triggering my rut- fuck.”

Good.

He doesn’t have a guilty conscience at all. Jimin’s rejected him a few times and now he can see what he said no to. Now he can see what he’s missing out on. 

“Fuck- I have to get out of here.”

Jimin is pulling on his own hair in frustration, but he doesn’t get up, doesn’t make amends to leave. 

Jeongguk feels his orgasm build up as he fucks the peach a little harder, doesn’t know how many times he’s already come but he’s covered in it. This time Jimin is here to watch.

“Gonna- gonna come.”

He moans, throwing his head back as his knot swells up. He hears Jimin groan in distress, smells how his scent intensifies, intrudes all of his senses. It sends him over the edge. 

“Ah!”

His stomach clenches hard when he comes, his knot pushing past the hole of the peach as he holds it tightly around his cock. Needs to feel those soft walls clenching around him. Come spurts out over his stomach, reaching all the way up to his chin. 

Completely brainless, he’s completely brainless afterwards, mumbling gibberish as peach juice and come dribble over his stomach, merging together. 

“Fuck.”

Jimin whispers, sounding way closer than he was before. 

Jeongguk feels hot breath fan against his neck, and he instantly bares it, lets Jimin scent him. 

“Don’t- don’t bare your neck.”

“Bite me.”

He rasps.

Jimin growls, a nice low rumble in his chest that makes Jeongguk’s toes curl. It does nothing to scare him off. 

Then a hot tongue licks over his scent gland, and it’s enough to make another spurt of come leak from his cock. 

“Ngh, bite me, fucking— claim me.”

“Fuck.” Jimin pants. “I can’t think.”

Teeth brush against his scent gland and Jeongguk’s eyes roll back, his body goes numb, completely giving into it.