Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 16

     The tiniest graze. I hadn't even felt it, yet I knew it had occurred. My entire body was set ablaze. The gym door closed behind us, and my knees collapsed to the ground. My eyes were wide, tears already spilling down my cheeks. I bit my lip until it bled. I dug my fingernails into the floor. All within less than two seconds.

     Hiroshi was completely frozen. He didn't rush to my aide. He didn't speak. He didn't even try to leave. He... was shaking beside me so terribly, his eyes looking ahead at the wall, but they saw nothing but the fog of my scent.

     "I know," I choked, my arms quivering as they worked with every ounce of strength they had to lift my chest from the ice-cold floor. "Hiroshi. We don't have time for this. Help me get to the maintenance closet... over there." I could hardly breathe. I could just barely keep my eyes open. I needed him to suppress his insuppressible desire, just as Jotaro had.

     It was Hiroshi.

     I was okay.

     Within the next second, my arm was draped over his shoulder, his trembling legs dragging me toward the closet. It was locked, yet the handle turned with ease as he thrust the door open. He sprinted inside, laying me carefully against the wall before hurrying toward the door.

     "What was that noise?" an unfamiliar voice suddenly asked.

     Even more suddenly, the door was slammed shut, and Hiroshi... was still inside.

     "Hiroshi," I mumbled, fighting against my exhaustion to take off my jacket. "Hiroshi, I'll explain. I just... need to stop this... hah... first."

     He nodded, silent as he pushed his feet continuously at the floor, backing himself uselessly against the wall already right behind him. He gripped his own jacket, hugging himself tightly as his lungs fought for air. His skin was bright pink, his hair chaotically falling into his eyes as he battled for control over his body.

     The sleeves of my jacket slipped off with a great struggle, and I could finally reach the little pack I'd hidden in the inside of it. I took out the emergency suppressant I'd kept in it, struggling with the simple unwrapping of the pill. As the wrapper finally became undone, the tiny little pebble shot from my hand and rolled away into the cleaning supplies to my left. I watched in horror as it disappeared into the disgusting mess.

     "Shit," I whimpered, my eyes pouring their uncontrollable tears down my face. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

     "What?" Hiroshi asked hesitantly, his voice a whimper itself as he looked in horror at the empty wrapper in my hand. "Don't you have any more? Y/n?! You only have one?! What does that mean?! What are we supposed to do?!"

     "Calm the fuck down!" I demanded, crumbling the garbage in my quivering fist and shoving it back into the pouch. "I just need to..." I gritted my teeth at the thought. Hiroshi couldn't leave like that. I needed to get rid of my pheromones before someone else found us. Oh, fuck... if someone else found me... "I just need to make it calm down. Just... close your eyes. Close your ears."

     "I need to leave," he breathed, tears suddenly spilling from his eyes as I carefully unbuttoned my pants. "I hate this!" he wailed, squeezing his eyes shut and slapping his hands over his ears. "I hate this! Why do I want to hurt you, Y/n?!" His cries were so loud in my sensitive ears, yet they were so quiet and desperate as he shook his head frantically. "

     "I have a patch on, so you can't smell me that much," I mentioned, pressing my finger lightly against the wetness of my panties. I bit my lip so that the pathetic moan didn't reach his ears, but there was little I could do.

     "It's not there!" he suddenly cried. I froze, looking up at him in absolute horror.

     "What?"

     "You always wear one, but you didn't today!" His nails began to dig into his dark red skin as he hiccupped and sobbed.

     All I could do was continue. I wanted this to be over. I needed this to be over. We both did. I hated this too. I fucking hated this too! I wanted to die. He'd found out. He'd fucking found out.

     "I want to hurt you, Y/n!" he choked, curling his head into his knees as I horribly rubbed my fingers over my most sensitive areas. "I hate this! I want to leave! I don't want to hurt you... Y/n...!"

     A familiarly comforting scent wafted through the door then. My petrified eyes looked at Hiroshi with hope then. We were saved. Jotaro was here.

     Suddenly Hiroshi was launched forward, the door swinging open and slamming within less than a second. He landed in front of me, his hand on my foot trembling as the scent of my pheromones broke the barrier of his self-control. His terrified eyes could hardly look into mine when he was thrust back against the door.

     The weak wood cracked as his back banged against it mercilessly. Jotaro's hand pinned him to the door by his throat, pressing with a dangerous strength as his livid features glared at the poor victim of my heat.

     "What the fuck are you doing?!" Jotaro growled, Hiroshi's hands desperately tearing away at the stronger Alpha's uniform, begging for air. "Answer me!"

     "Jotaro..." I whined, reaching out with only one trembling hand toward my Alpha. "He helped me. Please... there's no time."

     Jotaro's eyes gazed at the disheveled sight of me reaching for him, his hand reluctantly letting go of the rival before him. He was drawn to my scent, to the sight of me begging for him and no one else. His body moved before he could consent to it.

     Hiroshi looked from me to him in horror. "Kujo! Don't touch her!" he demanded, bursting his threatening pheromones toward Jotaro without restraint. "Get the fuck away from her!"

     Jotaro paid him no mind, tossing him to the side as his hands could finally reach me. He grabbed my quivering hand, reaching so desperately toward him. He crawled closer, his lips capturing my own before his second hand could grasp my being, shoving it passionately against his own.

     "Get the fuck out," Jotaro spat as our perfect caress paused. "Take care of yourself in the bathroom and go back. She's sleeping in the infirmary."

     Hiroshi didn't even glance at Jotaro but looked right at me. My dazed expression, barely able to concentrate on his pink features, could only nod. I nodded and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. I would explain everything. He just... needed to leave this room full of nothing but torture.

     "If you hurt her," Hiroshi began as he turned the broken knob to leave, "you're fucking dead."

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