Hidden Scroll 03: Pigeon Pies

It'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 🔞
• 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.

They’re 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 Yoongi’s shoulder. “Of course, my lord! I’ll get you the best pigeon pie in town!”

Lord Alpha lets out a breathy chuckle. “Thank you, Byung-ho. Namjoon misses your wife’s cooking.”

“Ah, Lord Namjoon does me and my wife a great honor.” The bearded man grins. “I hope I see him on your next travel here, my lord.”

“I’ll pass the word to him.”

“How about you, Lord Omega? Would like anything to weigh down your bags on your way home?” asks the owner.

“Uh…” Jimin ponders for a moment. “Another wrap of pigeon pie will do. Thank you.”

The older alpha bows his head to them. “Please wait a moment, my lords.”

When Byung-ho disappears through the backdoor, Jimin reaches for his pouch of coins to pay for his order but Yoongi’s disapproving tone stops him, “No, Jimin. I’ll pay for them.”

“But— no, it’s a request of mine.”

“It’s fine.” Yoongi reaches for his own pouch and takes ten coppers out before Jimin can protest. “Byung-ho’s a friend of mine, and you haven’t been to this town before. I’m trying to be a generous host.”

His husband’s benevolence causes his heart to flutter in his chest. He remembers that moment when he first realized he’s fallen in love with the alpha. It’s 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 Jimin’s heart becomes louder and the warm feeling spreading across his chest doubles. Yoongi absolutely looks stunning under the glow of the candlelight.

“Lord Alpha.”

A bunch of townspeople approaches the alpha, all with awe and adoration in their eyes. “We are honored to have been graced by your presence, my lord,” an alpha lady says.

“Would you care to join us for a dance?” another one adds.

“Ah.” Yoongi gives them an awkward smile. “Pardon me, but I don’t dance.”

“Then have a chat with us, my lord!”

Yoongi raises his hands to decline the invitation. “I—”

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 lord’s presence, seeing it as a rare occurrence, so a night of merriment with Yoongi by their side won’t 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. It’s the privilege of having harvest fields all year round.

“They’ve abducted Lord Yoongi again.” Byung-ho emerges from the backdoor and places a bundle of wrapped pigeon pies on the counter. “Do not fret, my lord. This happens all the time.”

“It’s quite alright.” Jimin thanks the man when he pours him a tankard of ale. “May I ask something?”

“Why, anything, my lord.” Byung-ho chuckles gruffly.

Sitting on a stool behind the wooden counter, Jimin asks, “What was Yoongi like when you first met him?”

Byung-ho takes a clean piece of cloth and proceeds to dry the goblets and tankards lined up on the counter. “Lord Alpha’s 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. He’s been carrying thousands of Northmen’s lives on his back ever since he first learned to wield a sword.”

Jimin’s gaze drops to the tankard in his hands. Somehow, he understands his husband’s burden. It’s hard to be a lord of a House that looks up to you for protection and support.

“But Lord Alpha’s good at it: leading people.” Byung-ho chuckles when the townsfolk gather around him, some of them singing praises and offering gifts to their lord. “He 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.”

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.

“Lord Alpha seems livelier this year.”

Byung-ho’s statement snaps Jimin out of his reverie, and he lifts his gaze to the man who is already smiling at him in return. “It must be the joy of being a married alpha,” the owner laughs. “You make him happy, my lord.”

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 owner’s 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.

“I am honored to meet you here at Hogsfeet, Lord Omega.” The alpha bows to him. “My name is Si-woo.”

Jimin nods in acknowledgment.

“I saw you dancing with Lord Alpha the other night, and I must say that I have never seen such grace in my entire life.”

Ah, Jimin thinks. This alpha is taking his chances with him.

“Have you played the lute before, my lord?” Si-woo asks.

“I can’t say I have.” Jimin watches as the alpha takes the lute and offers it to him.

“Please have a go with it, my lord.” Si-woo smiles. “I 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.”

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 musician’s hold and wonders how the strings would feel like against his fingertips. He’s never played one before, and Jimin would be lying if he says he isn’t curious at all.

Besides, it’s not like the alpha is doing him any harm, and the smile on the other’s face is genuine and a bit hopeful. Jimin sighs softly. It wouldn’t hurt to grant the alpha’s request.

“Alright,” he says, and the smile on the alpha’s 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 he’s just created. He hears a low chuckle beside him before the musician stands up to walk behind him.

“If I may?”

Jimin stifles a shocked gasp when Si-woo suddenly engulfs him in an embrace, pressing his torso against his back and positioning the omega’s fingers properly on the strings. “Like this, my lord,” Si-woo whispers, and his voice sounds too close to Jimin’s ear. “Now, pluck the strings.”

Jimin stiffens when he smells a sudden burst of scent behind him, feeling the tip of Si-woo’s nose brushing lightly against the lobe of his ear.

The alpha is scenting him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jimin spits out and places a hand on Si-woo’s chest to push him away. Jimin’s inner omega whines at the strong scent and his instinct immediately creates a defensive wall between them. He’s a married omega, and once his alpha finds out—

“Ugh!” 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. “Yoong—”

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 man’s throat, pinning him down on the hard surface. “How dare you scent my husband,” he snarls at the other alpha.

Si-woo gasps for breath and claws at Yoongi’s arm, pleading with the lord to release him. “M-My lord—” He chokes. “I b-beg you…”

“Yoongi, stop!” Jimin places a hand on his husband’s shoulder.

“Lord Alpha.” Byung-ho approaches them with a deep crease between his brows. “I apologize for his behavior. As the owner of this tavern, let me reprimand him.”

Yoongi leans closer to the struggling alpha with bared fangs. “Jimin is mine,” he growls. “He’s my omega, and I won’t let you touch him.”

The music halts to a stop, and the patrons are all looking at the scene with worried and frightened looks on their faces. “My lord,” Byung-ho touches Yoongi’s arm. “Calm down. This will not happen again. I swear it to the gods.”

After a moment of silence with only Yoongi’s low growl and Si-woo’s heavy breaths as the sole source of sound inside the tavern, Yoongi releases his hold and glares at the other alpha with palpable animosity.

“Come, husband,” Jimin tells him. “Let’s go back—”

To his surprise, the alpha snatches his wrist and drags him through the crowd until they’re out into the wintry night. Jimin’s heart is beating loudly in his chest as he feels his husband’s grip around his wrist tighten, unwilling to let him go.

“Yoongi, wait—”

The alpha isn’t listening to him.

“Alpha, stop!”

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 husband’s face buries in the crook of his neck.

“Yoongi,” he mewls when the alpha’s tongue darts out to lick his golden skin.

“I loathe the smell of another alpha on you,” Yoongi utters in a gruff voice and nips on the spot under the omega’s right ear. “You’re my husband; you’re mine. No other alpha can touch you.”

Jimin’s gut clenches tightly upon hearing the alpha’s possessive words. “Then scent me,” he tells the man. “Drown me in your scent, Yoongi.”

The omega lets out a moan when Yoongi’s hand crawls under his cloak and shoves down into his trousers, roughly sliding his middle finger against Jimin’s wet entrance.

“Ah…” Warm slick drips down the omega’s thighs when his husband’s finger pushes inside him, stroking his clenching walls as the elder’s lips capture his, battling with his tongue until both of them are struggling for breath.

“Hurry,” Jimin moans against Lord Alpha’s mouth.

Then, a harsh growl comes out of Yoongi’s throat before the alpha pulls away to turn Jimin around, pinning him against the wall and locking his wrists above his head. “Yoongi…” The omega’s lashes flutter shut when his trousers are yanked down and he feels his husband’s length burying deep inside him, filling him up the way he wanted to.

Lord Alpha’s pace is harsh and unrelenting. He keeps fucking Jimin until the omega’s legs are shaking and his breathy moans are stuttering in his throat. A heady smile makes its way to Jimin’s lips as his head falls back on Yoongi’s shoulder. He’s always desired to be fucked like this by his husband— rough and raw. He’s not a delicate omega, farthest from a decent one, so he had always wanted his husband to do such an obscene act toward him.

“A-Ah!” The young lord moans as Lord Alpha’s grip on his wrists tightens. “More. Give me more, Yoongi.”

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 Jimin’s skin but he could not care about such a trivial matter when his alpha’s cock is stripping him down up to the last fiber of his being.

“Gods— ah!” Jimin’s knees knock together, threatening to buckle under him, when the alpha’s length hits that sensitive spot inside him, brushing against it again and again until he’s 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 Jimin’s 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 Jimin’s backside. Being deprived of his alpha’s knot once again makes Jimin’s inner omega cry but he manages to suppress the pitiful whine that was about to fall from his mouth at the last second.

“Have you calmed down, husband?” Jimin breathes out as the fire in his system starts to ebb away.

Yoongi licks his lips and nuzzles the back of Jimin’s neck, bathing the young lord in his scent again.

“Have you forgotten how to speak as well?” the omega teases him for which he earned a huff in return. He chuckles.

“We left the pigeon pies at the tavern.”

Yoongi sighs and wipes off the filth on Jimin’s skin with his cloak. “I’ll take you back to the inn.”

Tying the strings of his trousers again, the omega protests, “But we’re already here—”

“No.” Yoongi’s golden eyes glow brighter under the dark sky. “I will not have any alpha at the tavern approach you again. I’ll walk you back to the inn then get the pies by myself.”

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?

“Then, how about the tavern omegas who can approach you?” Jimin inquires with a raised brow. “You’re quite known around here, Lord Alpha.”

The alpha closes his eyes with a sigh. “I won’t entertain them. I promise.” He brushes a thumb against Jimin’s right cheek. “I’ll come back to you at once, hm?”

Jimin still appears unimpressed but the imploring look in his husband’s eyes melts something inside him. “Alright,” he finally yields but the stern expression in his eyes doesn’t falter. “When a silly omega talks to you, tell them your husband is waiting for you.”

The corners of Lord Alpha’s lips twitch up. “I shall,” he says and pulls Jimin close by the hips until the tips of their noses touch. “Lord Omega.”

Yoongi kisses him until his lungs burn for air.