Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 1

If the condition of being wet and dick-starved was a disease then it would be a thing Park Jimin suffered from daily. It might seem like the omega was blessed with a never-ending supply of slick, but that was wrong, too. Because his ass lubed itself up for one individual, and one individual only. All he had to do was turn his eyes on his co-worker, and the desperate omega already had a glob of slick threatening to ooze out of him in need of the gorgeous alpha.

He couldn't help it.

Just a quick glance at the tattooed hands, the popping muscles or wide shoulders, or just a light breeze of his scent, and Jimin was already dead and done for. His omega knew it. He knew it. There was no one else out there Jimin wanted to put their dick in him but the P.E teacher by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

And sometimes, the longing he had for that glorious cock Jungkook possessed was more than Jimin could handle.

Like right then, in the middle of the school's hallway, surrounded by the flow of countless students that passed by before the next class started, Jimin felt like his ass was going to burst at any moment.

And with reason.

"Jimin-ssi?"

The omega gulped. He turned around slowly, fluttering eyes finding the one and only cause of all his wet dreams.

"Yes?" Jimin inquired, fixing his thick, black-rimmed glasses, and smiled. He always smiled when Jungkook was near.

The handsome wet dream came closer. His scent lingered around Jimin-just like it always did-despite the alpha wearing scent blockers. "Did you not hear when I called out for you?" Jungkook cocked his head to the side, watching Jimin grow uncomfortable.

He had heard him. Had wanted to talk to the alpha (because who wouldn't) but was too desperate to find a bathroom to stop and start a conversation. Now, he regretted not stopping sooner. Jungkook's voice had taken on a lower register, carried through the loud corridor and settled deep in Jimin's bones, calling for his animal side to give in, drop to his knees and present himself right between the students that were passing by.

"I'm sorry. I must have zoned out," he mumbled.

The uncomfortable feeling in his ass continued to grow as Jungkook gave him another one of his charming smiles.

"That's okay, it happens!"

Jimin needed to go now.

It wasn't that his bladder was about to burst because he needed to pee. This was more about his ass becoming too full with slick to keep itself closed and hence demanding to be emptied before he let one rip.

And Jimin didn't want that to happen. Especially not there-not at school surrounded by his students, nor right in front of the man that he'd been pining for since day one.

His ass clenched around the buttplug he'd put in that morning. His body was biologically made to welcome a good dick and a well-formed knot, but his mind lacked the capacity to finally get to it. He didn't know if Jungkook swung that way (that way being the gay way), and he was too scared to offend the man and ask. All Jimin could do was to dream and wonder about the choke-worthy package Jungkook possessed (source of intel being the grey sweatpants the man sometimes wore that outlined the thick bulge all too well), and hoped that one day the alpha would tell him that yes, Jimin, I am gay and I want to take your V-card.

Sighing, Jimin fidgeted on his feet, hands coming together in front of his belly so he could tug at his sweater's too-long sleeves. "So, what's up?"

Jungkook stepped closer, "Are you going to the seminar this evening?"