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TW: eek before you start reading just to let you know there is mentioning of peeing while having sex. but know it is very brief and only mentioned for like a split second | (• ◡•)|
Summary:
In a world with Alphas, Betas and Omegas, it's inevitable that pheromones can get everybody worked up; even when the scent doesn't come from their mate.
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The smell of omega is suffocating. Jimin's suffocating and he's an omega himself. The air is stuffy with too many scents and he's being to feel light-headed – he doesn't know where all the omegas came from.
His mate is tethered to his back, hands softly gripping his waist as they squeeze through the subway station, swiping their tickets across the barrier before pushing up the stairs and out onto the street. The air smells and feels cleaner and Jimin can feel Jeongguk relax behind him. His grip on his hips loosens and he links his fingers with Jimin's, swinging his hand as they head back to their apartment, shopping bags hanging off their arms.
Jimin still notices, however, that Jeongguk is still stiff beneath his hold, even when they shower together and choose not to use the scent-blocking and removing body wash so they could constantly smell like the other, hands wandering and kisses exploring uncovered skin.
They slip silently into bed, the late night and the day of walking around shopping centres for the entire day catching up to them, both too tired to talk. Jeongguk turns his back on Jimin to turn off the bedside lamp, both content with the small amount of moonlight streaming through the open curtains, and as he does so, Jimin wraps his whole body around Jeongguk and tugs him into his chest.
Jimin is significantly smaller, though he appears only slightly shorter than Jeongguk, in many ways, his legs are shorter and arms are shorter for one, so when he clings to Jeongguk's back, he's almost like a backpack. Most of the time, he doesn't like feeling like that, feeling like he isn't comforting Jeongguk enough, and instead just being something clinging onto him, but today, he knows his mate needs him pressed up against his back more than anything, nose-diving into the scent gland on his neck to drink in the coffee and peanut-better smell that drifts from the sensitive spot. He fights the urge to lick over it, knowing it would lead to places he knows both of them are too tired to explore, so he settles with a gentle kiss just below it, a reassurance of sorts, to whatever is going on in Jeongguk's mind.
Jimin presumes it's to do with the number of omegas there was, and the fact that Jeongguk always felt so guilty when there were too many and his primal instincts wouldn't let him have a moment of peace, not even for a train ride, so that his cock strained against his pants because the collection of pheromones drove him crazy.
Jimin doesn't mind, he never has and never will because he understands how their bodies work, and he knows Jeongguk understands too when Jimin can't hold back a trickle of slick that seeps through his underwear when an alpha with a too strong scent walks past.
