Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 4

Jimin hadn't slept. He'd spent a good amount of time just soaking himself beneath the icy water and then wrapped inside the blankets in the middle of his nest, only after opting to answer Taehyung's text of "How was it". He hadn't done anything he was supposed to do-because crying to your best friend was never purposefully on his agenda-and therefore the omega was on his way to school two hours before his first lesson started. Jimin needed to do some last-minute grading of papers he was supposed to finish after the date.

He was still a little shaken-unable to forget something that happened only the night prior-and therefore chose a road that was less crowded on his way to work. Maybe it was fate that led him down the street that shared a fence with their school's track field, or maybe it was his instinct to actually seek out the only alpha he wanted to be around despite all he went through the night before. The fact remained-Park Jimin almost soaked his pants when his eyes landed on a lone man running laps around the track field.

Of course, it was him. The one and only man of his fantasies; didn't matter if Jimin were jacking himself off with a flick of a fist or filling himself with... that same fist-it was still Jeon Jungkook who came knocking in his mind every time.

The man looked stunning. Sexy. Hot and rough. He was sweating, and Jimin could bet he'd been running for a while. The beige long-sleeve shirt was stuck to Jungkook's back, clinging to every muscle that shifted along with his movements, and the sight alone made Jimin salivate. What he wouldn't give to be able to trace his fingers over the muscled back, to wash it clean and to mark it with his nails right after. Jimin would love to smell the scent of Jungkook's sweat, to feel more of the intense pheromones that always wafted off the alpha no matter how much scent blocker he sprayed on.

Jimin almost collapsed when Jungkook stopped and stretched his arms above his head. The shirt rode up and the horny omega had the front row seat of the show that was a glistening, tanned skin and a trail of dark hair that started right below Jungkook's navel and disappeared inside the alpha's pants.

He wanted to lick it.

A moan almost slipped past Jimin's lips when he thought of that. That... privilege of tasting Jungkook's skin. Of making the alpha feel good and in turn feeling good himself.

Jungkook stopped stretching. His shoulders tensed and his back went stiff, and Jimin could see how focused Jungkook suddenly got from the other side of the fence. There should be a reason, and Jimin's brain told him that if he didn't move his ass right that moment, Jungkook would see him and know that he had been spying on him like a creepy peeper.

Gathering all his virgin willpower to move away from his daily temptation, Park Jimin hurried down the road and into the school without looking back. He didn't even stop to contemplate where exactly his legs were taking him until the omega found himself in the teacher's secluded bathroom, with his pants down and plug pulled out to pour the slick into the toilet.

If that had been his first time squatting over the same toilet with a slippery plug in his fingers while the other hand worked his ass, he'd probably be embarrassed. But, fortunately for him, Jimin was no stranger to those kinds of escapades during work in order to save his dignity. Sure, he was still uneasy when he noticed how his daffodil scent was stinking the place up, but the math teacher tried to calm his nerves down with the thought that it was better to do it there than right outside the school where everyone could see.

The jerk-off session wasn't long. He had stuff to do, papers to grade.

And therefore, after about fifteen minutes of silent moaning Jimin emerged from the bathroom with flushed cheeks, clean ass, spent dick and freshly sprayed scent blockers all over his body.