Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 22

     "You can't just let me hit you, okay?" I grumbled as we took our places, my glaring orbs shooting daggers at his own. Though the daggers were the retractable blade kind. "I seriously wanna do it myself."

     "Why would I let you hit me?" he asked as though he wasn't sacrificing his life for me with every breath he took beside me.

     I simply scoffed, figuring he wasn't an idiot. These days, Jotaro seemed to put me first, as much as he would never admit it. And I couldn't think of a single reason why.

     I charged forward, his calm stature stiffening as my sudden menacing silence echoed around him. My fist shot toward his right side, his hand catching it only an inch away. He brought my arm high over his shoulder, sweeping me off my feet with ease. I flipped over his back, my shoes stomping harshly on the concrete as I landed sturdily. My elbow slammed against his stomach, but he didn't falter. His foot swept under my own, but I barely stumbled, pounding my heel into his toes as I threw a blatant fist at his stomach. He caught it once again in the palm of his hand, but I shook his grip away with a second thrust toward his core. My knuckles slammed against the hardness of his being, digging into his flesh as his own attack headed for my cheek. I quickly blocked the blow with my arm, kneeing his thigh mercilessly as I broke away from my defensive position. I kicked at the same abused limb, and he grabbed my foot, twisting my leg without hesitation as I immediately jumped into the heat of the air, slamming my free foot into his hands and pushing violently against him. I tumbled to the jagged ground, rolling painfully to my feet.

     He had paused, seeing as I was standing with such a huge grin. This was it... the thrill. This was the life I loved so damn much. To see his own breath heavily matching mine, his fists clenched threateningly. I had to hold back my joy and focus on the moment.

     He seemed confused in that short, still moment. I didn't take the time to care why. I sprinted toward him once again.

     One fist. Two fists. Three at his stomach before he had even begun to try and block them. His pheromones spiked, an overwhelming kick to my core, forcing me to freeze in my movements. He wasn't moving either. Had my heat started? Was he alright? I knew instantly something was wrong as his scent flowed continuously through my nose, intoxicating my lungs mercilessly. 

     "Jotaro?" I quietly questioned, my stomach clenching as it dealt with the growing pain. "Did I... hit you too hard."

     His breath was heavy... a bit too heavy, now that I was focused on it. I reached out instinctively, my brows lifting in the center of my concern. He flinched as my hand came into contact with the cloth that covered his trembling arm. 

     "I think," he breathed, his voice so quiet, I could hardly hear him over the beating of my heart. "I'm going into... rut...?"

     His head nodded as his eyes rolled lightly. He was dizzy, falling forward and swaying backward with every panicked second. An Alpha in rut would usually become a beast, but... in Jotaro's case, he was suppressing his lust. Desire then turned into a dangerous sickness. He was going to lose consciousness.

     "Sit down," I quickly demanded, dragging his ridiculously heavy body toward the wall of the building beside us. He slammed against it, sliding to the ground without the strength to do anything else. I could hardly move myself, my muscles tightening with every little thing I did to try and help him. I knelt in front of him, lifting his hat from his overheating head. The little black strands, trickling down his skin like a stream, melted into his sweat uncomfortably. I brushed them away, keeping his disheveled locks away from his face with my little trembling fingers. I wiped at his cheeks with my thick sleeve, his eyes closing and opening as though they were trapped in a pond of the thickest honey. He panted with the speed of his alarming heartbeat.

     "Jotaro," I breathed, slipping down the sleeves of his heavy coat until the cloth uselessly crumbled on the ground below him. His scent only became alarmingly stronger, my entire being flinching as its intensity thrust forcefully into my lungs. "I'm gonna get some help," I assured, continuously wiping at his skin pathetically. "I can't carry you anywhere on my own. I'm gonna get you home, though."

     He nodded, his gritted teeth falling open as he could focus only on breathing. I looked frantically at the painful sight one last time before leaping from his touch. I printed away.

     "Shit," I choked as I found myself on the street beside the ice cream parlor. I could get someone from in there, but there were only Betas inside when I'd gone in there. Could I call someone? Hiroshi? Saito Sensei? They were my safest options.

     It suddenly occurred to me that this had nothing to do with me. Jotaro was in pain, and I was panicking about who could help him; if I chose the wrong person, my secret could be jeopardized. I was being so fucking selfish. I was disgusted to no end. He had done everything for me, and yet... when he needed help I was still worried about my fucking secret.

     Without another thought, I left the street. As he came into view, I felt my heart drop with guilt. He looked confused as I dropped beside him, looking around at the empty alleyway with wide, panicked eyes.

     "Jotaro," I quickly whispered, pulling his jacket and hat into my hands as I looked into his dazed orbs. "Just let it go. If you go into rut, you'll be- you'll be strong or something, and we can get out of here. Let's just go somewhere else, okay?"

     "No," he breathed, shaking his head as much as he could amid his growing fever. "Don't be an idiot."

     "You're dying, Jotaro," I choked, impatiently digging my nails under the patch holding hostage my arousing weapon. "We can't just leave it alone. You're actually gonna die."

     "No." His voice broke with his weak being, yet he still thought of me first.

     "This isn't a fucking joke!" I pulled at his shirt, his arms, his head... anything to get him to move. "I'll help you. Let me help you."

     "Y/n, I'll be f-"

     I ripped off the patch, my pheromones exploding in the heated air around us. He froze, his eyes wide in horror as he realized too late that only one sniff of my scent would snap the thin little string that held him together so delicately.

     I gently wiped away a little droplet of sweat that dripped from his eye, dragging my hand from his cheek to his soft hair as he trembled in the presence of my heat.

     "Bite me, okay?"

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