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Jimin had been lucky this year when the spring harvest had come around. He snooped and smelled out his makeshift den last year he had, the remnants and lingering smell of his own trail and the heavy sweet smell of his new pup still seemed fresh in the area and he knew he was in the right place.
The pup had long gone, leaving the den quickly at the end of the summer after its alpha parent had returned with the summer kill and last big meal it ate provided by its parents. Soon after, the alpha that had bred with Jimin left too. He was a young one, only his first season out, finally grown enough to produce and he said he wasn’t ready to make a commitment. Jimin didn’t blame him, alpha’s rarely made their claims on the first season.
To be honest, omegas didn’t either. Jimin wouldn’t have taken his offer anyway, he was too energetic as most new alphas are. He also didn’t wait long before leaving. He had brought a wonderful meal for him and the pup though at the end of the season, a large elk that fed Jimin for a few weeks after both the alpha and the pup had left.
Jimin thought about him from time to time, knew he would make a wonderful alpha for another omega that wasn’t him. The remaining smell that lingered at the base of Jimin’s chosen tree had reminded him of last spring and summer seasons and he smiled to himself. It was a good one, a pleasant one. He remembered teaching the pup to fish at the river that ran just over the bank behind the tree Jimin stayed in. He remembered showing the pup how to make a fire and prepare a den, in both omega and alpha standards, and how to build a sturdier shelter if needed - all things the pup wouldn’t learn from nature itself.
As he neared closer to his tree, the wind blew, spreading the sweet smell of the lilac over the small valley Jimin had picked as his mating site and he raised his snout up into the air, breathing deeply. He loved this area, the green lush fields reminding him of where his omega pack had lived for centuries. The fresh water tasted just like the small creek near where his pack lived too, giving Jimin more reason to stay here. It wasn’t possible that the creek fed into the river, Jimin had traveled miles upon miles to find this place, but it still felt like home and it was his home away from home.
He had finally arrived into the clearing, where the tall green grass turned into dirt trail he had stomped away a year ago and he dropped his snout into the ground, sniffing out any predators that could have crossed the path but he smelled nothing new. Innocently, he dropped his whole body into the dirt and rolled himself over, scratching his back along the ground. It felt good, finally able to bathe his fur in the warm dirt. He could feel the little insects and mites that get trapped on his way there falling loose off his freshly dirt bathed fur.
He rolled over again, his stomach touching the ground and his light blond fur had been covered with the orangey-brown dirt below him. He shook it off, from the tip of his nose down to his tail, most flung off him instantly. He was finally ready to get to work.
The first thing Jimin did was clean up. As usual, there had been some overgrowth since he had left and he gnawed and chewed down the branches and vines that littered over his large banyan tree, the roots exposed up from under the ground giving room to dig underneath for shelter. That’s exactly what Jimin had done, leaving a small space for him and the alpha and the pup to enter and exit the den. It had been perfect and large enough to fit two adults comfortably and easy for the pup to climb in and out of still in original form.
Jimin continued his clean up, finally digging the entrance to the den open again. It was a skinny entrance which was meant only to fit their other forms, giving protection as he slept so no stray alphas could enter without shifting. (Most alphas were loud as they shifted.) He could only dig his paws too far in before he retreated back, doing simple tasks in his original form before he would finally need to shift to finally enter his den.
He gathered water for himself in a discarded skull he found only after gulping down his fair share of a drink from the river. He was thirsty, his traveling here pretty dry as the spring rains hadn’t begun yet. He wasn’t hungry in the least, his omega pack traditionally having a large feast a week before the mate begun. It was always full of fatty and protein rich food from the animals they caught to the fruits they had for dessert, causing the omegas to fatten up in preparation for the travel but also to nurture their offspring that would soon be growing inside them. Ideally, Jimin wouldn’t need to eat until after his first mating which then, the alpha should offer to feed them both. Jimin had been lucky with that, the two alphas he’s been with previously had been polite and careful, always returning with more than enough food for the both of them.
As Jimin carefully trotted back to the den with the bowl of fresh water for him, he made sure to take light steps, trying not to spill as much as possible. It would have been easier in his second form, but he wanted to wait as long as possible and clean up before changing over. His, like most omegas, scents were stronger without their fur hiding it with the natural musk of their original form. Once changed over, Jimin’s scent could be scented miles away and with Jimin’s potency and track run, 2/2 pups, his scent is vibrant and twirling with fertility. Alphas could smell he had successful births before, his scent changing and becoming stronger, marked, with each pup. Jimin knew it wouldn’t take long after he was changed for them to come so he wanted to be ready.
His final task was to scent the tree. Marking it not only as his for the time being, but as a welcoming for the alphas. They would come in their original forms so Jimin marked as his, rubbing his neck and chest up and down the exposed roots that shielded his den underneath. They were thick, barely letting much light in which was nice in the summertime, the den staying cool. Though, the thickness meant he needed to permeate them well, scratching his furs along each root he could reach.
While it was tiresome, the scratching felt nice on his slowly swelling neck. The scent gland was only growing thicker the more he produced the pheromone. He could barely breathe by the time he was done, his neck swollen. He panted and sat near the entrance to the den, breaking for a moment before he knew what needed to come next.
Closing his eyes, he began taking in shallow breaths, whole body turning hot. He could feel the hollow feeling forming in his lower stomach, his muscles over extending not just for the change but for the mate. It cramped up but he breathed through it, mind concentrating on entering that space in his brain that held his other form. It usually took a while, his body building up the adrenaline and energy stored to finally shift.
Omegas were quiet when they shifted, an evolutionary safety precaution. Omegas only usually shifted for mating and returned only after their pups left the mating den, so the period of shift was already a vulnerable period for omegas. With quiet shifts, they were able to protect themselves and secure safe spots for themselves and Jimin was no different. He had learned well from his omega parent and the omegas in his found pack and he was proud he had successful births. He was excited for yet another one, and possibly finding his mate for life this season.
When Jimin had finally come to, he gasped out loud, blinking his eyes clear. Below him, he could see his appendages, toes wiggling and it was always a shock. He jumped a little at the sight of his arms reaching out and bending himself down to touch his little toes. They were a bit chubby as the rest of him was, the fatty foods from before doing a good job. The alphas had liked him like that, though, both of his past partners enjoying the way their paws gave as they gripped his thighs or waist.
Breathing in though, he could feel the swell of his neck still. He coughed a little before his head tilted back and he forced air from his lungs, opening his throat to lessen some of the swelling. The noise that came out was soft and had a sweet tone to it, like the birds make. He did it again, throat clearing enough for him to breathe regularly. It was another mating ritual but this one specific to his pack - the noises were extra attractive to alphas. Jimin always thought that’s why his pack had been around for centuries and maybe he was right. Any omega that could make similar noises with such wonderful tones were brought into his pack almost instantly, and Jimin was one of the lucky ones.
Looking up though, Jimin had seen the sun had disappeared behind the mountains in the distance. His shift had taken about an hour and it was nearly nightfall so he needed to enter his den quickly. Moving, he stood finally to his two legs rather than his four and took a few steps, testing them out. He had grown used to it, after a few years most omegas were. His first mate hadn’t gone so well, and he had fallen more than he’d like to admit but he was a pro now at walking on two paws.
Getting around to the entrance of his den, he was able to slide himself down further into the hole, kicking the dirt until the entrance was clear of any obstruction. It was just how he had left it.
Some pelts littered the ground, ones he had laid on and mated on, as well as a few bowls made from baked clay. Everything looked like it did when he left, the frozen ground in the winter sparing everything and the melt in the early spring washing away any dirt from the pelts. They had been preserved perfectly and Jimin was excited.
Quickly, he went back through the entrance and grabbed the other bowl of water he had gotten and brought it down, setting it in the middle of the den floor. It was almost dark except for the one sliver of moonlight that slowly crept in. It was enough for Jimin to rearrange the pelts, though, two of them from his previous alphas while the one was his own kill of rabbits. They made nice head resting pelts, the fur small and soft but not too thick. With the water, he cupped some of it in his paws before splashing it across his face. He would return to the river early tomorrow to bathe himself completely, but he wanted his face clear in case he woke up to an alpha waiting for him.
After washing his face off, he brought his lips to the bowl and took a sip of the water before he shook out the rest of the pelts behind him, fluffing them and layering so he could lay down over them. They were soft, too, comfortable and nice to lay on. Moving the bowl to the side, he had plenty of room to stretch out in his new body, legs and arms wiggling until he found a spot where he relaxed and he was out and asleep in a matter of minutes, the excitement not enough to stop his exhaustion taking over.
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Jimin woke up to the warmth of the morning creeping into his den. He could hear the birds chirping their happy songs and he returned with his own as he slowly crawled out of his den, his neck swollen. His voice carried through the small valley beautifully as he pushed air through his throat, letting it vibrate and releasing some of the pressure.
His neck had only grown even more through his well needed rest and soon it would throb with the need for a bite. Hopefully, an alpha would find him by then and seal his prize for the season. Until then, though, Jimin would occasionally open his throat, releasing his sweet melodies. He would occasionally hear returning calls from the animals around him and it made his face scrunch with a giggle. They were all singing their mate songs and it only made Jimin antsy for his time.
He finally climbed from the den once the sun was risen far enough to light up the valley around him as far as he could see. He sat his bowls out, stacking them out of the way for now before shuffling around the grounds of his marked area. It all smelled normal, with no sign of any late night visitors or even any other animals. His scenting had worked and should last him long enough, so he ventured off, down over the bank towards the river.
His two paws proved a bit harder to maneuver through the brush leading up to the river bank. It was a bit ways down and with claws, it was easier to grip at the soil and roots underneath him. Though, climbing and avoiding now was left up to the gripping abilities of his fair skin padded feet. The skin was soft to the touch but proven rough enough to fight through most of the terrain around him and so he went, traveling down. He slipped a few times, never falling completely until he could see the river in view.
The blue water sparkled beautifully in the morning sunlight and the flowers around the bank smelled delicious. He could even tell of hints of mint and some other natural herbs he should collect while he was down there. However, he wanted to clean himself and so he stepped forward, dipping his foot into the water. It had been a bit chilly, the early spring warmth still not enough to warm the water completely but he felt so grubby, especially in his new skin so he ignored the feeling and braced the cold as he dunked himself into the water.
It was a quick dunk and he was up above the surface a moment later, gasping out. He shook his fur wildly, throwing water everywhere. His paws came and wiped the cold drops from his face before scrubbing off the grime he couldn’t get the night before. It was cold, but it was refreshing. The water felt nice flowing over his limbs and his feet curled over the rocks and plants in the bottom of the river. He even felt a few fish swimming between his legs.
The sensation of his new limbs was still strange but it felt normal at the same time. He was still getting into the groove of everything but it all felt right then, so he didn’t question it. Especially since his legs proved useful in swimming around the river. He went up before going back down, splashing around and bathing himself in the now comfortably cool water. He dove under and opened his eyes, the water not burning like the other waters he’s come across before. While under, he was able to pick out rocks he could see, nabbing a few beautiful ones from the bottom of the riverbed.
When he came back up, he examined the pretty rocks. Some of them glistened in the sun with all different colors while the others were just shiny in general, giving off a glimmering shine. He looked over them for what felt like hours, letting his body wade in the waters. He was ready to get out when his head popped up at a noise, grass and leaves rustling near where he entered the river. Pausing, he lowered himself down into the water, eyes peeled and glancing around himself, doing a quick 360.
While his scent was masked somewhat by the clean fresh water, he wouldn’t be surprised to find an alpha coming to him now, while away from the den. The alpha would feel less threatened when the omega’s scent was masked rather than coming for his den which reeks of him. Still, Jimin moved forward slowly. He saw no large alpha barging forward but only heard small footsteps pattering against the dirt. There was a possibility it could be just a piece of game, a deer or rodent passing through, but Jimin hadn’t smelled anything coming through down to the riverbank.
He moved forward again, checking his surroundings another time before he arose out of the water, body dripping with the cool drops. His paws gripped the rocks he had found but he was calm and comfortable. If an alpha had been watching him, there was nothing to be afraid of as they were probably scouting Jimin for their mate. However, he assumed they would wait back at the den after scenting it themselves.
His head glanced right, catching the small ruffle of the branches and large leaves that fell over a pretty much overgrown path Jimin remembered taking a year ago. However, whatever the animal was, it moved away from Jimin, the leaves bending inward rather than towards him. He let out a soft huff and turned himself back to the bank.
Walking up from the water, completely out of it now, Jimin walked towards the greenery that surrounded him and stood on toes to reach into the branches. He grabbed one of the large, long leaves and another before letting them flop down onto the ground. Bending, he laid his pretty rocks in the folds of the leaves. He then turned and began his search from some of the herbs he knew to be growing around the area. He dried as he moved through, picking out the mint he had smelled earlier, good for burns but also stomach aches caused by pregnancy. The pups seemed to like the mint crushed up and mixed into the water, it calmed them while in utero, so Jimin liked to collect as much as he possibly could.
He collected a few other things, wild onions that were also good for him during the pregnancy; the pretty lavender plants to freshen up the den after their mate; and the pretty yellow flowers that grew nearly everywhere he could look. He wasn’t sure what they were but they smelled nice and after a taste test, he decided they tasted pretty good as well. He piled them up in his makeshift carrier and then tied the ends of the leaves together, securing everything for himself in one little bag and he went back the way he came, excitedly heading for his den.
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He had dried completely by the time he arrived back, even the fur on top of his head dried and laying nicely over his forehead. Looking up at it, he could tell it was the same light color as his fur.
He hadn’t found any alphas or any animals on his trip back, so he assumed the animals had gone on their way knowing this was his space and he didn’t mind, his mind going to preparing his things instead. He laid the mint pieces in one of the bowls, tearing them up into tiny shards before placing the similar sized bowl over top of them, storing them until he would need them later in the season. The other flowers and onions he grabbed were mushed down before covered in the same way and taken down into his little den. There, in the side of the den, were two little shelves carved out into the wall of dirt. The ground temperature was enough to keep the stored items cold and that's where he kept them until he would need them.
The lavender pieces were next and he reached for the bowl of water he had from last night. Wetting his fingers, he began at the entrance and wetted some of the dirt before sticking the piece of lavender into the mud he had made. It would dry pretty quickly, proven with how barely after finishing the entire den ceiling, the first one was nearly dry and hardened into the side of the den wall. It smelled sweet and fresh.
The bright scent had made Jimin’s head feel a bit fuzzy, not in a bad way, but he laid down along his pelts. They would need to me shaken out, his last task that needed to be done before he would let an alpha down here, but right then, he felt his eyes droop and his body went lax as he fell into an afternoon nap under the quickly warming sun.
Jimin woke up still under the sun’s gaze outside the den. He felt well rested and warm surrounded by a nice breeze that filtered in through the cracks and crevices of the tree roots. The ground below him was cool but his body curling into the pelts was enough to keep him generously warm. Remembering the pelts, he rolled off of them into the solid dirt floor so he could hike them up into his arms.
He shoved the pelts out of the hole first, using his feet to wedge them out of the hole before he would turn his body to shove them out the rest of the way. He climbed out after them, taking a second to glance around his area. When he still saw nothing, he began shaking the furs out, letting them beat and slap against a large tree that grew but a few steps from his den. The pelts had been preserved well from any damage in the den, but Jimin’s instincts wanted everything to be perfect and neat. What little dirt or dust that was in the furs had been beaten off with a few swats and smacks against the three.
While he cleaned and nested, his throat was still swollen, so he began to release air out of his windpipes again, tilting his head back a little so the noise came out louder. It felt better the more he did it and the louder he got, making his noises as he worked and cleaned his pelts. When they had finally been shaken out enough and cleaned up to Jimin’s standards he skipped back over towards the den, voice and throat still sending out melodic sounds around him. He wanted to fill the valley with them like the birds did, like the little ferrets and rodents did with their whining for mate. Plus, his neck felt nearly close to normal, the swelling had been down and the throbbing cut to a minimum. It was cut enough for him to have sipped some of the lukewarm water left in his bowl when he finally made it back down into the den.
In the den, he began rearranging the pelts formally, laying the two largest ones out halfway up the curved back of the den. He laid them in the middle of two roots that ran upwards, giving a nice structure to make a nest within his den. The two roots had enough room for two adults to lay and it was nice having a barrier around him and the alpha. The next to pelts were his favorite rabbit ones, ones he had got his own last year. Lifting them to his neck, he drug the soft fur across his swollen gland to bathe it with his scent. Once he was done with both of them, he laid them up near where their heads would rest in their second form.
He felt dizzy again a bit, but in a different way than earlier. The wind blew warm scents of spring flowers into the den and the air felt like it shifted. He knew it was afternoon as the sun was now coming from a different direction but he didn’t know why the whole settlement felt strange around him. Maybe a storm was coming? Though, it didn’t smell like one when he tilted his head and sniffed the air.
He considered lying down again, resting his head. He might have been a bit ruffled from the travel here, but it had never happened before. Another rush of wind through the cracks in the root of the trees had his fur standing up all over his body. He could feel the air shifting quickly with the approach of something bigger than him and the wind that carried sounds and smells notified him of why he felt so strange all of a sudden.
Peeking out from the entrance of the den, nothing more than raising his head barely over top the cusp on the entrance, he peeked with his eyes peeled directly to where the wind had carried the scent from. The wind never lied, Jimin had learned, and standing at the edge of the dirt that laid his compound was a medium sized black alpha.
His body was similar sized to Jimin’s, maybe a bit taller, with black and dark brown fur mixed together to make up his coat. Though Jimin didn’t have the best eyes, he could see the alpha’s dark ones from a mile away. They stared him down as the alpha huffed his shoulders up slightly, presenting himself larger and stronger. Jimin’s toes curled as he watched the alpha begin his ceremonial display.
Mate was completely up to the omega. They built their den, made their space and housed themselves. It was their choice to let the alpha in and Jimin watched closely as the alpha did his best to prove he was worthy.
He began with dipping his black nose into the orange-brown dirt, snuffing it up slightly. He could definitely smell Jimin had bathed himself there and he was showing he was no different, tossing the dirt up over himself so his back and shoulders were lined with the bright colored soil.
He then extended his paws out in front of him, the strong ligaments popping out from under the thin skin that lead down to his large claws. He bowed the front half of his body, sticking his long tail out and swishing it back and forth. He was displaying his respect, bowing his head to honor the omega’s work to build the den and in hopes that the home would house him, too. The tail display was to show he was of mate age, his tail long and fluffy with age.
Jimin gasped a little, seeing how old the alpha really was. This was his third mate season but the alpha looked so young and vibrant, his fur thick and luscious from what Jimin could see. He also was very respectful, bowing generously for Jimin and his work. He seemed kind and though his intense eyes bore into Jimin deeply, meaning he was serious, he had a gentle aura around him. Jimin wanted to know more.
The alpha had stayed bowed, awaiting Jimin’s approval to enter his land. Jimin didn’t need to think any longer so he popped his head out of the entrance completely. He hadn’t noticed the way his throat had swollen nearly twice the size it was originally, the display by the alpha turning the biological dial up in Jimin to 100. However, with his nearly closed off throat, Jimin grunted twice before bowing his head in the direction of the alpha. It was permission to come closer for a more genuine examination.
The alpha bounded up quickly, tail swishing behind him excitedly as he began taking his steps onto the land. Though he was older, Jimin giggled lightly at the alpha’s excitement and eagerness to be accepted. Jimin himself was excited, stomach swimming with a bunch of different feelings of readiness to mate but also affection to the new sweet alpha he had just met. He moved forward with grace though, trotting over the dirt to the entrance where Jimin rested and again bowed himself, this time laying himself down in front of Jimin, showing respect but also a sign of handing over his authority. Jimin was his equal.
As the alpha came closer, Jimin could smell the fine, deep scent of him. It mixed natural smells like the fresh grass along with the strong scent of woods. He must come from a woodsy area, Jimin thought, as his fur was heavy with the scent of pine and other trees he knew of. Still, his natural smell shown through, specific to him and it smelled almost of a flowery scent. Getting closer to the alpha, Jimin held out his paws and when the alpha bared his neck, Jimin was able to touch and brush through his fur.
The scent wasn’t of flowers when he brought his paws back to his nose, but of the thick sap that he sometimes found dripping from the hives of the buzzing bees that live high up above in the trees; honey.
Instantly, Jimin brought his oily alpha scent coated paw up and gently brushed it across his swollen gland. The touch hurt a little, causing him to moan out in his soft melodies. The alpha in front of him whimpered and jostled where he sta, tucking his head down as he knew the gland had to hurt.
He mixed the scent with his, one of the ways omegas could tell if the alpha would prove to be a well off mate and instantly Jimin’s body turned hot, his lower stomach and the tops of his thighs burning with desire and need for his natural urge for the mater. He let out another soft tone from his throat as his abdomen began to burn with pleasure and interest of the alpha in front of him. In response to his tone, even, the alpha let out a soft high pitched whine of his own before bowing his head again, not making eye contact any longer with Jimin.
The rush of pheremones and the way his neck throbbed with pain instantly gave Jimin the warning that this was the alpha to take care of him for at least the season. Jimin needed to finish the initiation quick, his legs already feeling a bit numb with pleasure and he still had to wait for the alpha to change into his second form, so Jimin began his acceptance.
He bowed his head, placing his head down to line up with the alpha’s. Resting his nose in the crevice between the alpha’s eyes, Jimin closed his own, letting their minds meet in the middle to meditate over their new bond. Jimin brought his paws up, cupping at the alpha’s jaw and stretching out the skin a little. He wanted to touch him, coddle him, hold him as they offered their meditation towards their ancestors and hope they would be blessed with another successful mate. Jimin personally added in his own reflection on hoping this bond was one that could be made for life. His trust of the alpha already and respect he showed towards Jimin was a very good indicator he might come back. Maybe this mate season, Jimin would be blessed with a pup and a returning alpha promised to him. He could only focus his meditation to his ancestors in hope.
Once finished, Jimin opened his eyes and sat himself back before he turned his head and dropped his paws to the alpha’s neck that was now bared for him. Ducking his head in, he pressed his nose then face into the oily skin at the lower base of his neck and inhaled, taking in the sweet aroma of the alpha. Jimin’s head felt a bit dizzy, the scent strong and delicious and it made his stomach ache for more. Soon, he told himself.
With his paws, he took hold of the skin there and pressed it together with his paws, rubbing the extra fatty skin together to work up more of the scent. Sure of his choice, he turned his head and bared his own neck and making eye contact with the alpha from the corner of his eye, he pressed his own gland down, touching the worked up scent mark to his own throbbing one.
The joining of their scents felt euphoric itself, Jimin sending out another low tone as his mark burnt with the alpha’s scent on it. The alpha whined out too, his throat slowly coating itself with a low growl as he would begin his shift. Once Jimin finally pulled himself back, the initiation had ended and the ceremony was over. Jimin had chosen his alpha for the season, and he would begin his shift immediately.
Jimin was shushed back into the den instantly as the alpha stood up, limping a little as his body began to twist and curve, his bones popping. Jimin whimpered, not wanting to be too far away from the alpha but with another nudge to his paw from the snout, he slid himself back down into the den where he waited. It would take a while, the onset of night probably arriving before the alpha’s second form so Jimin found himself laying back across the pelts he had laid out for them. Jimin had wanted to wait out for the alpha but he wanted to listen as well so he laid back and waited for the shift to come.
The growling and loud yelps brought Jimin from his doze but they were quieted when he finally had come to, sitting up and peeking out from the cracks of the roots above the wall of the den. He could only see dirt, trying to see any part of the alpha. He failed but he quickly moved to the side and slipped up through the little entrance way and came face to face with the alpha.
“Oof,” the alpha had muttered as Jimin nearly crashed into him, eager to see his other form. The noises had made Jimin’s head snap up, face meeting with the alpha’s slightly dirty one. Weirdly enough, he looked almost exactly like he did in his original form. Jimin wondered if he had similar qualities.
His eyes were dark, the lids curling beautiful around the dark orbs that had Jimin nearly in a trance as they both stared at each other. The fur on top of his head was dark as was the fur lower around the base of his knot. (That made Jimin gasp a little, body excited and toes curled in anticipation for what they were here to do.) His skin was as pale as Jimin’s and each step he took down into the den as Jimin slowly backed himself inside, the scent gland on his neck throbbed. He whined out, mouth opening and releasing the pressure from his neck. The alpha responded to that with dropping to his knees in front of where Jimin had knelt. Without hesitation, he tilted his head and pressed forward, making Jimin move his head to the side. There, the alpha poked out his tongue and began giving long licks over the spot.
Alpha’s saliva was known to have healing abilities and the cooling saliva on Jimin’s neck made him whimper, eyes closing. It felt so good being taken care of but also the saliva was seeping into the mark, mixing their scents even more. It caused Jimin to pant again, the feeling in his lower body coming back instantly with just the small touch.
The feeling had Jimin moving himself, pushing himself back with eyes locked on the alpha’s in front of him. Like a switch being turned on in his brain with the alpha infiltrating his space, his body bends and presents for the alpha, laying and pushing himself back up along the pelts laid out. His paws dropped to grip at the plush underneath him while his legs spread, knees facing outward. He could feel the breeze on his skin where the clear slick had trickled over the backs of his legs out of his hole.
The alpha watched the whole display, chest puffing out a little and his breathing slowed. He watched intently, eyes followed Jimin’s movements to the last twitch and shift to where he laid now, presenting his hole covered in his delicious slick. The alpha finally inhaled, taking in the scent of the omega before him and growled low from his chest. It was a possessive one, the alpha claimed what was finally his.
The growl had Jimin’s legs falling open even further and his head tilted back. He let out a soft purr. He was ready.
It was a good thing because the alpha pounced instantly, body completely covering Jimin’s as he laid himself out over the omega, head dropping down into his neck and sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin. Jimin cried out, his paws finally releasing the pelts to reach up and grip at the alpha’s arms, holding on for his life. The alpha growled again, making Jimin respond with a higher pitched purr. The alpha sunk his teeth deeper, jaw locked into bite as pheromones and endorphins rushed through the both of them. Jimin’s nails dug into firm muscle as his cheeks were stained wet, the burn of the bite mixing with the pleasure and release of the beginning of their mate so much.
It all had happened so suddenly, the alpha taking over as soon as Jimin prestened, Jimin hadn’t heard his name or rank or even his pack. It would have to wait, as Jimin felt the alpha’s hips bucking forward, his knot rucking up and sliding over hot skin wet with Jimin’s own natural slick.
Jimin made soft “uh, uhn” noises, trying to tell the alpha he was close, but when Jimin felt the press of the alpha’s cock, his whole body seized up and his throat opened up with a low sweet noise. It was similar to the tones he had made while trying to release pressure from his throat. They were welling up in his chest as the alpha again pushed his hips forward, jerking quickly and Jimin cried out again in the same manor, the feeling of being pushed and stretched open so familiar yet so new with his new alpha.
The alpha above him responded to the noises with gentle growls, each thrust of his hips pressing deeper until he was completely sunk into Jimin’s hole, stretching him wide. His legs ached pretty badly already and it was just his first time this season, Jimin knew he would need the mint sooner. Though, the alpha inside of him, over him, surrounding him made him feel content. His eyes slid shut as his body seemed to morph and twist around the knot half swollen inside of him. They were becoming one, souls coming together to produce offspring under the guidance of their ancestors who brought them together. It was beautiful, captivating.
When Jimin opened his eyes to look up at the alpha above him, he gasped quietly when he saw the alpha’s eyes looking back over him. He had leaned back, resting on his knees with his eyes gone a bit wild, full of lust and eagerness to plant his seed inside of Jimin. Jimin wanted it, needed it, would honestly lose his mind if he didn’t mate right now. It was written in his DNA, on the coding in between the proteins; he was made to mate. The alpha was made to mate, made to be his mate. Jimin thought he was going to lose it, his paws still gripped at the alpha’s muscles in his upper arms. The alpha flexed them as he moved forward, touching his paws back down to either side of Jimin’s body in the pelts. Jimin thought he was going to begin, braced himself for it with a tight hold on the alpha but he didn’t move.
Jimin watched, the alpha touching his fingers over his chest. Jimin could feel the muscles in his lower abdomen baring down, seizing up with each movement the alpha made.
“Yoon-gi,” the alpha muttered low. He touched to the middle of his chest. Jimin held his breath.
“Ji-min,” had finally gasped out, his paw dropped to touch at his own chest. The alpha, Yoongi, mouthed Jimin’s name to himself, like he had tried to commit it to memory.
They knew not many words. They weren’t needed much in their second form as they only changed for mate. Their names, ‘fire’, ‘food’, and ‘yuh’ and ‘nuh’ was the limit to their vocabulary.
“Ji-min,” Yoongi rumbled out from his chest. His voice was deep but warm and had Jimin’s entire body hot all over. He could feel the sweat gathering at the back of his neck, mostly because Yoongi only looked more intensely down at the omega. His pupils dilated and paws slid up further, resting then at Jimin’s shoulder level.
Jimin hadn’t known the real names of the other two alphas he had spent the past seasons with. It wasn’t a common thing to share with an alpha you didn’t plan on meeting with again. This was different. Everything had hit Jimin all at once. The way Yoongi said his name first and repeated Jimin’s, listening and learning, extending himself out and taking his time. Yoongi was ready to settle. Yoongi saw something in Jimin to choose him. Jimin had been chosen, picked, selected, out of all the past omegas Yoongi had come in contact with, mated with. They didn’t matter, they didn’t compare up with Jimin who truthfully had done nothing up to that point other than accept the alpha as his mate.
Jimin’s whole body felt twisted, fingers dug into the skin of the alpha’s arms. The alpha didn’t even flinch, eyes still boring down at Jimin. He finally moved in a quick motion, though, arms and paws moving up and pulling, lifting Jimin up off the pelts below them. Jimin’s body shift caused the warm flare in his stomach to heat up, making him squeak out a noise as he was hoisted into the alpha’s arms.
“Ji-min,” Yoongi had said again, this time the deep rumble of his voice close against Jimin’s ear. There was a new found meaning behind it, something Jimin couldn’t explain other than pure euphoria that he had finally found his alpha. The growl had made Jimin tremble, but Yoongi was there, holding the omega up. Jimin instinctively raised his arms to wrap them round the alpha’s neck and that’s all he remembered before they fell into their ecstasy and primal driven mate.
Yoongi fucked him well the first time, Jimin’s body draped over the alpha as he held at the omega’s waist to thrust up into him, not pulling out much with the semi swell of his knot. It was fast and hard, Jimin yelping and whining out each time his insides were shifted and stretched to their limit around the alpha. It was raw and Jimin clung on, fingers gripping dark fur and tearing into skin as Jimin secured himself against the alpha. The alpha in return only fed his thrusts harder, pulling Jimin back against him with rough pulls and loud grunts, their noises blending together and reverberating around the den and out into the wilderness. Any shifter that was in the general area would know what they were doing, and that was the point. It was everything to their survival, their bloodline and there was never any shame to that.
When Yoongi’s back had gotten sore with the weight they shifted, roughly pushing Jimin along the pelts only to dig himself deep again, bottoming out in the slick hole making the omega release a higher pitched noise. The swelling feeling of the knot was tearing skin, nails just as ragged as claws gripping. It was a brutal but Jimin was made for it, made to take everything the alpha would give. Jimin himself could be brutal, hips grinding down and around, biting into skin as his whole body contorted around the knot that would finally give him what he wanted, his pups.
Jimin ultimately and formostely wanted his pups, growing inside of him, taking on his genes and skills. The alpha only cemented one thing and the confirmation of the pups. Jimin didn’t need the alpha for anything else, truthfully could hunt the game he needed to live off of for the rest of the season into the summer season. Jimin wanted it, though, needed the alpha to give him exactly what he needed and it was his knot, his seed and his genes.
The moment Yoongi’s knot began to grow, locking them together, the wave of pleasure released through Jimin gave him his first orgasm. His body twisted, back arching up from the pelts as he whined high pitched from his throat, whole body hot and twitching from the intense pleasure that coursed through him. The alpha calmed him though, holding him still as he continued to grind himself down into Jimin’s hole, working his knot to full swelling size before he could release for the first time.
The way Jimin whined, needy and with each passing movement of Yoongi inside of him, the alpha knew what he needed to be sedated. Bending in, Yoongi’s paws came to grip at Jimin’s that wanted to claw and tear at skin in need. He held them down before his mouth was to the omega’s neck, tongue lapping eagerly as the beautiful orgasm laced scent poured from the omega. Yoongi wanted it so badly, nothing but to drink down his scent a little bit more, cover himself with the delicious smell but Jimin was making soft “ah, ahn” noises, practically begging for that bite and Yoongi decided he would never hold back with Jimin.
Yoongi’s teeth sinking deep into his skin pulled the second orgasm out of Jimin. Slick poured from his hole as his whole body went a bit lax but filled to the brim with pressure. The feeling of the swell of Yoongi’s knot seated deep inside of him with the added rough bite into his neck, he felt himself slipping, body seemingly floating in the den. Yoongi held him down, his rough growls as he swallowed the small amount of blood that spilled from Jimin’s neck filling the omega’s ears enough to ground him. Between the bite pulling him into some type of headspace and Yoongi’s hold on him keeping him conscious, Jimin hadn’t realized the warmth of Yoongi’s own orgasm filling him.
The feeling was immaculate, the quick little thrusts Yoongi made before growling out with his head pressing into Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin saw white as he felt his body accept the seed being pumped into him, filling him to the brim with his pups. He gripped hard again as he moaned out again, head falling back along his pillow pelts, his body trembling under the weight that Yoongi had laid on him as he finally let his weight down on the omega, covering him up. Jimin squeaked each time he felt another wave of Yoongi’s orgasm painting his insides with Yoongi’s hips making small jerks in time, too.
The alpha finally pulled away from jimin’s neck, gasping out as he took a clear breath in the warm air that floated above them. He didn’t go far, though, Jimin clinging and Yoongi’s body so spent, he hovered above the omega while he panted in the non-scented air, chest and shoulders a bit shaky as he took in long breaths.
The fur on top of his head stuck all around the line of it, some parts of it sticking up and Jimin’s view was nice, the alpha’s shoulders broad enough to cover him. Jimin liked that he wasn’t as big as the others. They were similar sized, giving Jimin just that bit extra touch of safe and similarity. It was comfortable. Jimin also seemed to have thought Yoongi felt the same because the alpha began lowering himself again over top of him. He first touched down on the ground either side of Jimin where his arms bent before his paws and fingers touched at Jimin’s face. It made the omega squint a little but when the touch was gentle, his eyes relaxed looking up closely at the alpha.
Yoongi moved his paws, pushing the little strands of sweaty fur that fell over Jimin’s eyes before he leaned to touch their heads together. Yoongi’s paws still moved through the blond fur on top of Jimin’s head, patting it and stroking it. Jimin felt wrapped up in the way Yoongi looked at him, eyes strong even through the multiple orgasms he pumped into Jimin. They didn’t feel like much as Yoongi continued to rub and touch the fur and face, cleaning him up. Yoongi even licked over Jimin’s head, cleaning up the dirt that had smeared there from their shift. He was grooming the omega and Jimin quickly fell into the lull and soothing motion of Yoongi licking across his face and chin before he cleaned up the other side of his neck. His touch grew even more gentle when Yoongi could see Jimin’s breathing had gone even.
Before Jimin slipped completely into a dream state, his body absorbing the constant drip of Yoongi’s orgasm and his upper body groomed to sleep, he heard the soft growl of the alpha and a noise, similar to the few words he did know. He heard Yoongi growl it just before he dozed off, head resting back along the soft, gentle rabbit pelts and Yoongi’s paw slipped behind his neck to elevate the slowly re-swelling scent gland on his neck.
“Mine.”