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Hidden Scroll 03: Pigeon Pies
🕑 Added 2022-09-02 15:15:18 +0000 UTCIt's Lord Alpha and Lord Omega's last night at Hogsfeet, and the couple visits the tavern again to get some pigeon pies for Namjoon. To Jimin's surprise, a bold alpha approaches him during their stay, and Yoongi gets inevitably jealous.
Word count: 2,766
Tags:
- Fluff
- Whipped Lord Alpha & Lord Omega
- Jealousy
- Scenting
- Explicit sexual content đ
- Semi(?)-public sex
- Lord Omega isn't pregnant here yet xD
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Going back for the second time to the tavern makes Jimin quite reluctant considering that there seemed to be a handful who knows Yoongi rather familiarly than Jimin would like. But his husband had insisted on getting a wrap of pigeon pie for Namjoon because the younger alpha loves them and Hogsfeet offers the best pigeon pie in Winterbane.
Theyâre heading back to the castle tomorrow morning so the tavern is their last stop on this trip. Nightfall came earlier today and so the streets were already lit up with lanterns and torches when they arrived.
Byung-ho, the owner of the tavern, greets them with a boisterous laugh and a good-natured pat on Yoongiâs shoulder. âOf course, my lord! Iâll get you the best pigeon pie in town!â
Lord Alpha lets out a breathy chuckle. âThank you, Byung-ho. Namjoon misses your wifeâs cooking.â
âAh, Lord Namjoon does me and my wife a great honor.â The bearded man grins. âI hope I see him on your next travel here, my lord.â
âIâll pass the word to him.â
âHow about you, Lord Omega? Would like anything to weigh down your bags on your way home?â asks the owner.
âUhâŠâ Jimin ponders for a moment. âAnother wrap of pigeon pie will do. Thank you.â
The older alpha bows his head to them. âPlease wait a moment, my lords.â
When Byung-ho disappears through the backdoor, Jimin reaches for his pouch of coins to pay for his order but Yoongiâs disapproving tone stops him, âNo, Jimin. Iâll pay for them.â
âButâ no, itâs a request of mine.â
âItâs fine.â Yoongi reaches for his own pouch and takes ten coppers out before Jimin can protest. âByung-hoâs a friend of mine, and you havenât been to this town before. Iâm trying to be a generous host.â
His husbandâs benevolence causes his heart to flutter in his chest. He remembers that moment when he first realized heâs fallen in love with the alpha. Itâs like a huge realization has dawned on him, big enough to rattle the ground under his feet.
As the alpha runs his fingers through his long, dark hair, a gesture he does once in a while, the beating of Jiminâs heart becomes louder and the warm feeling spreading across his chest doubles. Yoongi absolutely looks stunning under the glow of the candlelight.
âLord Alpha.â
A bunch of townspeople approaches the alpha, all with awe and adoration in their eyes. âWe are honored to have been graced by your presence, my lord,â an alpha lady says.
âWould you care to join us for a dance?â another one adds.
âAh.â Yoongi gives them an awkward smile. âPardon me, but I donât dance.â
âThen have a chat with us, my lord!â
Yoongi raises his hands to decline the invitation. âIââ
As the music strings a lively tune, Jimin chuckles in amusement as the townspeople pull the alpha with them to join the rest of the bunch. Yoongi is staring at him with a helpless look in his eyes as if begging Jimin to save him from all the fuss and commotion.
But instead of doing so, Jimin grins and nods at his husband with a dismissive wave of his hand. The people of Hogsfeet are undoubtedly overjoyed by their lordâs presence, seeing it as a rare occurrence, so a night of merriment with Yoongi by their side wonât hurt.
Besides, his husband should learn how to have fun once in a while. His duty as the Lord Alpha burdens him in ways that Jimin can never fathom. He speaks with a lot of people, yes, but their conversations are all about political matters and ensuring the security of the territory.
Life in the South is much lighter. There are gatherings and amusement everywhere, especially in Vangarth where music is revered and festivities are never-ending. Itâs the privilege of having harvest fields all year round.
âTheyâve abducted Lord Yoongi again.â Byung-ho emerges from the backdoor and places a bundle of wrapped pigeon pies on the counter. âDo not fret, my lord. This happens all the time.â
âItâs quite alright.â Jimin thanks the man when he pours him a tankard of ale. âMay I ask something?â
âWhy, anything, my lord.â Byung-ho chuckles gruffly.
Sitting on a stool behind the wooden counter, Jimin asks, âWhat was Yoongi like when you first met him?â
Byung-ho takes a clean piece of cloth and proceeds to dry the goblets and tankards lined up on the counter. âLord Alphaâs quite a serious lad. When he was much younger, he rarely smiled and looked at people with that stoic expression on his face. We were still at war at that time, and perhaps, the cruelty and bloodshed he saw on the battlefield made him appear as such. I could never blame him for it. Heâs been carrying thousands of Northmenâs lives on his back ever since he first learned to wield a sword.â
Jiminâs gaze drops to the tankard in his hands. Somehow, he understands his husbandâs burden. Itâs hard to be a lord of a House that looks up to you for protection and support.
âBut Lord Alphaâs good at it: leading people.â Byung-ho chuckles when the townsfolk gather around him, some of them singing praises and offering gifts to their lord. âHe exudes dominance and strength and commands respect wherever he goes. But despite that, Lord Yoongi has a kind and gentle heart. Those are the traits that a Lord Protector must have.â
Jimin feels pride swelling in his chest upon hearing the praises sung for his husband. He has known Yoongi long enough to understand what Byung-ho means. The alpha has a certain way of making everyone around him revere and fear him. And if Jimin would be honest to himself, he thinks that every time Yoongi touches him in the most intimate way possible, his inner omega bares his neck as a form of submission to the alpha, waiting for Yoongi to claim him.
âLord Alpha seems livelier this year.â
Byung-hoâs statement snaps Jimin out of his reverie, and he lifts his gaze to the man who is already smiling at him in return. âIt must be the joy of being a married alpha,â the owner laughs. âYou make him happy, my lord.â
The young lord tries to conceal the flush on his face and passes it off as an effect of the ale but both he and Byung-ho know better. Jimin opens his mouth to defend himself against the knowing smirk on the ownerâs face but then, he feels a foreign presence beside him and his instinct instantly acts up.
Jimin turns to look at the alpha taking the empty seat beside him, right where Yoongi was seated a few moments ago. The stranger smiles and places the lute on the wooden counter. A musician, Jimin muses.
âI am honored to meet you here at Hogsfeet, Lord Omega.â The alpha bows to him. âMy name is Si-woo.â
Jimin nods in acknowledgment.
âI saw you dancing with Lord Alpha the other night, and I must say that I have never seen such grace in my entire life.â
Ah, Jimin thinks. This alpha is taking his chances with him.
âHave you played the lute before, my lord?â Si-woo asks.
âI canât say I have.â Jimin watches as the alpha takes the lute and offers it to him.
âPlease have a go with it, my lord.â Si-woo smiles. âI come from a family of musicians, and ever since I was a pup, this lute has become a constant companion of mine. It would be an honor if Lord Omega plays a tune for me.â
Byung-ho huffs out a light amused sound before turning around to tend to a patron seated at a nearby table. Licking his lips, Jimin stares at the lute in the musicianâs hold and wonders how the strings would feel like against his fingertips. Heâs never played one before, and Jimin would be lying if he says he isnât curious at all.
Besides, itâs not like the alpha is doing him any harm, and the smile on the otherâs face is genuine and a bit hopeful. Jimin sighs softly. It wouldnât hurt to grant the alphaâs request.
âAlright,â he says, and the smile on the alphaâs lips grows wider.
Jimin feels lost as he positions his left hand on the neck of the lute and tries to string a note using his right hand. The sound comes out gritty, and he winces at the unappealing noise heâs just created. He hears a low chuckle beside him before the musician stands up to walk behind him.
âIf I may?â
Jimin stifles a shocked gasp when Si-woo suddenly engulfs him in an embrace, pressing his torso against his back and positioning the omegaâs fingers properly on the strings. âLike this, my lord,â Si-woo whispers, and his voice sounds too close to Jiminâs ear. âNow, pluck the strings.â
Jimin stiffens when he smells a sudden burst of scent behind him, feeling the tip of Si-wooâs nose brushing lightly against the lobe of his ear.
The alpha is scenting him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Jimin spits out and places a hand on Si-wooâs chest to push him away. Jiminâs inner omega whines at the strong scent and his instinct immediately creates a defensive wall between them. Heâs a married omega, and once his alpha finds outâ
âUgh!â Si-woo cries when a hand suddenly grabs his wrist in a tight grip.
Jimin stares with wide, shocked eyes as Yoongi scowls at the musician with a dangerous, low growl brewing inside his throat. âYoongââ
In a blink of an eye, Lord Alpha shoves the musician against the counter with a loud thud and plants a strong arm on the manâs throat, pinning him down on the hard surface. âHow dare you scent my husband,â he snarls at the other alpha.
Si-woo gasps for breath and claws at Yoongiâs arm, pleading with the lord to release him. âM-My lordââ He chokes. âI b-beg youâŠâ
âYoongi, stop!â Jimin places a hand on his husbandâs shoulder.
âLord Alpha.â Byung-ho approaches them with a deep crease between his brows. âI apologize for his behavior. As the owner of this tavern, let me reprimand him.â
Yoongi leans closer to the struggling alpha with bared fangs. âJimin is mine,â he growls. âHeâs my omega, and I wonât let you touch him.â
The music halts to a stop, and the patrons are all looking at the scene with worried and frightened looks on their faces. âMy lord,â Byung-ho touches Yoongiâs arm. âCalm down. This will not happen again. I swear it to the gods.â
After a moment of silence with only Yoongiâs low growl and Si-wooâs heavy breaths as the sole source of sound inside the tavern, Yoongi releases his hold and glares at the other alpha with palpable animosity.
âCome, husband,â Jimin tells him. âLetâs go backââ
To his surprise, the alpha snatches his wrist and drags him through the crowd until theyâre out into the wintry night. Jiminâs heart is beating loudly in his chest as he feels his husbandâs grip around his wrist tighten, unwilling to let him go.
âYoongi, waitââ
The alpha isnât listening to him.
âAlpha, stop!â
Jimin yelps when his husband suddenly makes a sharp turn and pulls him into a dark and secluded alley in the vicinity. His back hits the wall before he can utter a word, and the familiar smell of pines and morning dew engulfs his whole being like tendrils wrapping around every fiber in his body. The scent is too strong and intoxicating that Jimin lets out a low moan when his husbandâs face buries in the crook of his neck.
âYoongi,â he mewls when the alphaâs tongue darts out to lick his golden skin.
âI loathe the smell of another alpha on you,â Yoongi utters in a gruff voice and nips on the spot under the omegaâs right ear. âYouâre my husband; youâre mine. No other alpha can touch you.â
Jiminâs gut clenches tightly upon hearing the alphaâs possessive words. âThen scent me,â he tells the man. âDrown me in your scent, Yoongi.â
The omega lets out a moan when Yoongiâs hand crawls under his cloak and shoves down into his trousers, roughly sliding his middle finger against Jiminâs wet entrance.
âAhâŠâ Warm slick drips down the omegaâs thighs when his husbandâs finger pushes inside him, stroking his clenching walls as the elderâs lips capture his, battling with his tongue until both of them are struggling for breath.
âHurry,â Jimin moans against Lord Alphaâs mouth.
Then, a harsh growl comes out of Yoongiâs throat before the alpha pulls away to turn Jimin around, pinning him against the wall and locking his wrists above his head. âYoongiâŠâ The omegaâs lashes flutter shut when his trousers are yanked down and he feels his husbandâs length burying deep inside him, filling him up the way he wanted to.
Lord Alphaâs pace is harsh and unrelenting. He keeps fucking Jimin until the omegaâs legs are shaking and his breathy moans are stuttering in his throat. A heady smile makes its way to Jiminâs lips as his head falls back on Yoongiâs shoulder. Heâs always desired to be fucked like this by his husbandâ rough and raw. Heâs not a delicate omega, farthest from a decent one, so he had always wanted his husband to do such an obscene act toward him.
âA-Ah!â The young lord moans as Lord Alphaâs grip on his wrists tightens. âMore. Give me more, Yoongi.â
Yoongi releases a harsh breath against his neck before picking up the pace of his thrusts, pounding into the omega hard and fast, chasing for his release. The rough stone wall is scratching Jiminâs skin but he could not care about such a trivial matter when his alphaâs cock is stripping him down up to the last fiber of his being.
âGodsâ ah!â Jiminâs knees knock together, threatening to buckle under him, when the alphaâs length hits that sensitive spot inside him, brushing against it again and again until heâs falling down the cliff with no way to climb back up.
Yoongi releases his wrists in favor of pulling the omega against him, caging him in his arms as the alpha grinds against his bottom until Jiminâs high leaves him shuddering to the core. After a moment, he hears a low groan against his neck, and then the alpha is pulling out to spill his seed on Jiminâs backside. Being deprived of his alphaâs knot once again makes Jiminâs inner omega cry but he manages to suppress the pitiful whine that was about to fall from his mouth at the last second.
âHave you calmed down, husband?â Jimin breathes out as the fire in his system starts to ebb away.
Yoongi licks his lips and nuzzles the back of Jiminâs neck, bathing the young lord in his scent again.
âHave you forgotten how to speak as well?â the omega teases him for which he earned a huff in return. He chuckles.
âWe left the pigeon pies at the tavern.â
Yoongi sighs and wipes off the filth on Jiminâs skin with his cloak. âIâll take you back to the inn.â
Tying the strings of his trousers again, the omega protests, âBut weâre already hereââ
âNo.â Yoongiâs golden eyes glow brighter under the dark sky. âI will not have any alpha at the tavern approach you again. Iâll walk you back to the inn then get the pies by myself.â
Jimin knows alphas have a possessive nature, and to some degree, omegas do too. But when an alpha stakes their claim on someone, they become territorial and aggressively defensive over their mate.
At that realization, Jimin feels his heart skip a beat. Had⊠Yoongi already stake his claim on him?
âThen, how about the tavern omegas who can approach you?â Jimin inquires with a raised brow. âYouâre quite known around here, Lord Alpha.â
The alpha closes his eyes with a sigh. âI wonât entertain them. I promise.â He brushes a thumb against Jiminâs right cheek. âIâll come back to you at once, hm?â
Jimin still appears unimpressed but the imploring look in his husbandâs eyes melts something inside him. âAlright,â he finally yields but the stern expression in his eyes doesnât falter. âWhen a silly omega talks to you, tell them your husband is waiting for you.â
The corners of Lord Alphaâs lips twitch up. âI shall,â he says and pulls Jimin close by the hips until the tips of their noses touch. âLord Omega.â
Yoongi kisses him until his lungs burn for air.
