Jimin
"Mm, happy birthday, Jimin," Jungkook says, eyes cracking open when he feels my gaze on him. "How long have you been awake? Have you been watching me?"
"I have." I hum, kissing his forehead.
He smiles, making my heart soar. I feel refreshed after everything, safe, content. Being with Jungkook makes me content.
Running my fingers through his hair, I study him. It's the first time after a heat I've seen Jungkook look so calm. He's usually hit wave after wave. I know he will become needy again, but it's nice to see him happy in-between rather than seeming unfulfilled.
"Jimin," he says in a whisper.
"Hmm?" I run my fingers over his scent gland.
Jungkook flushes. "I love you."
His shyness makes me coo and I kiss his temple. "I love you too, Jungkook. Thank you for being so gentle and caring with me."
The omega reaches forward to also run his fingers over the scent gland on my neck, massaging it. "Baby, I'll always be gentle with you, unless you ask me not to, because I know you'll do the same." His gaze glitters with specks of worry. "But I can tell this is a little overwhelming for you. This is the first rut you've had in so long... I wish you would have told me earlier. Jimin, your scent gland is slightly swollen."
"I checked with a doctor. She said as long as it isn't so swollen to the point people can see it, then I'm okay."
He exhales. "It means you need to scent me more."
Chuckling, I open my mouth. "You could've just asked me nicely—"
In a flash, I find myself under the omega, his gaze challenging, but eyes still brown, as our briefs leave nothing to the imagination. I swallow as he runs his hands from above my pelvis, upward. I let out a shuddered breath as his hands run over my nipples and up to my shoulders, only to trail down my arms. He pins my arms above my head, pressing the scent glands on our wrists flush together.
I'm sure my eyes are burning red right now as I let out a strangled groan, the strong, sweet scent of black cherries engulfing me.
"That should help without triggering another heat or rut wave," Jungkook says gently, letting go of my hands to press a kiss to my forehead before he crawls off me to go through his bag.
Dazed, I press my right hand to my chest, feeling my heart pound. I close my eyes, regulating my breathing as I press my left wrist's scent gland to my nose. Humming, I breathe in Jungkook, the scent much more potent there.
"Jimin, is it me or my scent you love?" Jungkook's voice asks in a cute tone, the bed dipping.
A blush paints my cheeks as I stop smelling him on me to instead look at him. "You. I love Jeon Jungkook." I pout.
He smiles, pushing my hair behind my ear. "I... I was going to give you this gift at midnight, but I was a little busy giving you another gift." He chuckles and I smack his chest. "I know you hate when I spend money on you, but I really wanted to. Plus, you've been covering everything regarding rent and helping me. So I've been taking commissions and whatever I could to get money... I feel bad, honestly."
"Aren't you my omega for hire?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
Jungkook chuckles lightly, swallowing. "Mhm. You're my sugar daddy, my glucose guardian, if you will. But I wanted to get something for you for a change, something different than a childish doodle..."
Frowning, I sit up to rest a hand on his thigh. "I love your art. Don't feel bad about the spoiled Park covering expenses. I'm a businessman, remember?"
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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...
