for someone straight you sure stare at my ass a lot & think you can take it big boy? Wanna try? (Patreon)

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Jimin is actually on top of the leader board for the third week in a row, and it’s kind of starting to get to him.

It’s no secret he’s competitive, and usually people respect him for it.

Jimin, though, just mocks him. It’s that sly smile, those subtle remarks: you weren’t on leave this week right? somehow I’m still on top or things like ahw, I was sure you’d win this time!

Jeongguk’s eyebrow twitches when he thinks about it, so he’s glad he can get some of his frustration out at a sparring session on the field.

When they hit the showers after, he sighs under the hot stream, drowns out the voices of his unit talking about who won.

Somehow he notices though, that Jimin takes the shower next to his own. He can sense it before he can smell it. It’s very distinguishable, Jimin’s scent; it’s like wildfire, not sweet or spicy or musky like most.

He blinks his eyes open, looks at his rival next to him, washing his hair, water droplets rolling down his face, sharp jawline, pretty neck.

It’s confusing sometimes, how lithe Jimin’s body is, delicate almost, especially the curve of his lower back to his-

“For someone straight you sure stare at my ass a lot.”

Jeongguk tears his eyes away, finds Jimin look at him with a knowing gaze.

Some guys of their unit overhear, snickering in the back. Jeongguk feels his ears get a little hot.

“It’s not my fault you’re built like that.”

Jimin looks down at his own body, then back up.

“Like what?”

Jeongguk considers not saying it, but Jimin has been getting on his nerves lately, so he just lets it slip.

“Like an omega.”

The air spikes with flames, and the voices die down, just the sound of showers running.

Jimin doesn’t seem offended, there’s a clear shimmer in his eyes, and he steps closer, huffing out a breath.

“Too bad I’m not hm? Got a knot just like yours.”

Oh.

He’s never let himself think about it, but the thought of Jimin’s knot has him burning up, or maybe it’s the intensity of that scent all around him, engulfing him in flames.

“Maybe even bigger than yours.”

Jimin challenges, hand sliding down to cup himself.

Oh fuck.

Heat licks down his spine, and he can’t believe his alpha is reeling with the attention, urging him to step closer.

Jimin seems to notice his eagerness, smug smile playing on his lips as he leans in, closer to his neck, taking a deep breath.

“Oh? Is that arousal?” Jimin asks, lips brushing against his scent gland. “Thinking about my knot?”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, shiver running down his spine. He bares his neck like an obedient puppy, can’t function properly after months of abstinence.

“Think you can take it big boy? Wanna try?”

fuck

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