omega (✔️)

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[Jungkook]

"Jimin," I called the name of my lover from the bathroom, my hand on the sink and my toothbrush being held in my mount loosely by my other hand. There was no response so I peeked my head from the bathroom door, "Jimin?"

There was no response once again and Jimin wasn't in the kitchen nor the living room. I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth and held in by my side as I started to roam around the house looking for him.

Then, a scent.

The most wonderful and amazing scent. It was different from the scent that had always been around me since I began residing with Jimin, completely different. Jimin's every day pheromones that had become normal for me were bubbly and never failed to make me happy. But these pheromones.. they were ravenous. The toothbrush slipped from my hand and I almost fell to my knees from the way the pheromones were seeping into my skin.

"Fuck, oh luna fuck.." mumbled a small voice from inside our room which I immediately knew was from Jimin.

I had become a snake to his voice that oddly resembled the symphony of a tranquil, hypnotic flute. Slowly stalking towards the room in a heaving manner, I opened the door to see Jimin on the floor, clenching his stomach in a way that resembled pain. A shade of dark red held a film over my eyes, so the only think I could see was Jimin's trembling body cradling himself. As if he could sense me, Jimin's head lifted from the floor weakly, "Hold—"

Before he could finish his sentence, pounding knocks on the door interrupted both of our trains of thoughts. My head turned towards the door where multiple men were yelling from behind, "Open the fucking door!"

Jimin whined in pain from behind me. I knew that because I felt it slightly in my abdomen. Then it clicked.

His estrus. Holy fuck.

I slammed the door to our room shut and propped a chair under the knob so that if the alphas were to break down the door, they couldn't get to us. They were the same snakes as I was, only more violent and ravenous, and Jimin's scent would only attract more. I felt Jimin's small hand pull at the hem of my shirt once I was down placing the chair in the position to lock the door, and I looked down at him with dark eyes. Glimmering beads of sweat rolled down his temple as his hands trembled in desire, holding onto me with all of the little strength he had.

"Jungkook, I-I need you to help.. me.." his eyes were hooded and deluded by the same lust as I and the numerous alphas outside.

The only was to make them go away was to.. was to mark him. Although omegas' estruses would never stop until around the age of sixty to seventy, if they are marked, their estrus will only attract those who are mates to them.
 
I picked up his limp body that collapsed onto the floor in a weak, disheveled manner. His hips would convulse slightly with every step I took, the friction created by his erection brushing against the fabric against the cloth making him whimper. I laid his gently on the bed, trying to hold back the red glare in my eyes that was only prominent of the most prestigious alphas.
 
I bent down to his smooth skin that glistened from the dampness of his skin because of the heat his estrus was producing. His breath hitched once my fingers brushed against his forearm, his sensitivity heightened to the extreme. Right now, he most likely has the same senses as my mother did as the Luna incarnate.

"Can I?" I whispered in a low, sultry voice filled with desire to completely ravish him to a world with just him and I.
 
His burning hand touched my cheek, "Do it,"

I nodded when I knew we were both collectively talking about the same thing. An alpha can mark an omega, and the omega will be forever bound to the alpha. However, the omega cannot mark the alpha unless the omega is marked first. The omega then becomes a sort of property or sex slave to the alpha. Usually in today's society, the alpha will mark many omegas to have a collection or harem of them.

But I could never. Jimin is the only one. He will forever be.
 
In a matter of seconds, I ripped the clothes off of both of us and held him tightly in my arms as I placed my neck into the crook of his neck, "I love you so much,"

His hand snaked to the back of my head and held my hair tightly in a fist, the pressure giving me a different kind of pleasure. His tan skin had become golden and his pheromones turned into an aphrodisiac. This was the first estrus I've ever experienced with Jimin, but it was incredible.

The natural lubricant that his ass began producing leaked onto my hard dick. I gasped for air once the sinful liquid had spilled itself onto me, the tingles almost making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I pulled back and with a pillow underneath his head, he looked up at me, "I love you too,"

After he said that, I could feel everything in me flourish and I was the happiest I had ever been in my life. I pushed myself into his slick whole from his omega juices and groaned into the humid air around us.

"Fuck." He moaned, his plump lips parting as sweet, soft sounds left them, "Give it to me, please.."

I could feel his pulsating prostate on my twitching cock and the warmth that clenched around me only made me want to pleasure him more. In that same rhythm of in and out, the connection between us was increasing at an alarming pace.
 
I don't know how I knew the exact time I needed to do it, but I did.

I put my canines against the honey sea of his skin and allowed them to slowly sink, the taste of iron flooding into my mouth.

[author's notes]

Oof oof Oof.

I'm getting some red cheeks.