Jimin
"You were in such a rush to leave. Are you okay?" Jungkook asks as I tap my foot in the elevator, checking my watch.
I blink, the omega's scent catching my attention in a foreign way.
"Mhm." I find myself approaching the taller male, stumbling as if I wasn't the designated driver, all the while drinking up his scent.
He cocks his head to the side and allows me more access to his neck while holding my hips. "Jimin," he breathes out, "fuck—"
Using him like an inhaler, I continue rubbing my nose against the male's scent gland, each fruity burst more potent than the last. The elevator only helps trap the aroma, allowing me to further intoxicate myself. "You smell so pretty, Jungkook."
The elevator dings and we fall out of the confined space and into the hallway. Jungkook just keeps me upright and leads me into the apartment, rubbing circles into my hips with deft hands.
Once I've calmed down a bit, I break away from Jungkook and check my watch again. My eyes widen slightly at the time as I go over the date again, befuddled. But there isn't time to waste if my suspicions are correct, so I run to the one bathroom in the apartment, locking myself inside.
I stare at my face in horror, red, burning eyes reflected back at me. My hands grip the bathroom counter as I pant, feeling extremely hot as my mind spins, thinking only of cherries, thinking only of Jeon Jungkook.
Gasping, I rifle through my medicine cabinet. Once my fingers grip that familiar semi-transparent orange bottle, I can hear the contents rattle due to the tremors in my hand. The shakes cause me to curse, unable to get the damn lid off.
Before I know it, the bathroom door slams open, revealing a panting, red-eyed omega, slacks straining and fabric darkened around his crotch and inner thighs. His eyes don't leave me, not even for a millisecond. He's hungry, carnal instincts taking over as a smirk slowly etches its way onto his face.
"Is my pretty little alpha horny for me?"
Crash!
Pills explode out of the container and decorate the tile of the bathroom floor. Swallowing, I become increasingly aware of how riled up the omega before me.
How I'm the one making him feel this way.
"J-Jungkook," I moan out, thighs quaking as I turn back around to grip the counter for support.
Said male's arms wrap around me and I exhale sharply while he noses my neck shamelessly.
"W-Why did you come in? I locked the door," I force out pathetically.
"You were calling out to me," he whispers. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jimin. Your cheeks are tearstained."
I do as he says and see he's right. Shakily, I bring a hand to my throat, finding it the slightest bit sore. He isn't lying or hyperbolizing. I was literally calling out for him, but too hormonal to notice.
"Why am I early?" I stare at my reflection.
"But I don't think you are." Lips graze against my scent gland. "You aren't rutting, baby. You're just horny. Do you want me to make the need go away?"
Calming my breathing, I nod, feeling how his hard on just barely grazes me, scent surrounding me.
"Yes, I want it to go away. But I don't want to go all the way yet." I blush, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
He presses in all the way and a groan escapes my lips once our bottom halves finally make complete contact.
"Okay, baby. That's okay. Anything you're comfortable with."
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Omega for Hire | Jikook ✓
Fanfiction"Am I not the omega of your dreams, Park Jimin?" Park Jimin was calculated. Everything he did was carefully planned and nothing less than perfect. From the clothes he picked out to his academic major, the alpha always aimed to be the very best. Thin...
