Alpha jk x Omega jm - part 7 (Patreon)

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“S-shut up.” Jimin pants, clings onto him for a bit longer, but then he slowly leans back, cheeks an adorable shade of pink. “Okay, lesson’s over.”

Jeongguk blinks a few times. 

“Huh?”

“What?” Jimin gets off of him swiftly, looks down at the mess he made in his own pants and curses under his breath before he looks back up at him. “We scented, so lesson’s over.”

“But I..” He darts his eyes down at where Jimin slicked all over his lap. “What about me?”

“What about you?” 

“I’m still hard.”

“And that is my problem how?” Jimin brushes his sweaty blonde hair back, gives him a raise of his brow. “It’s scenting lessons, I’m not here to make you come.”

The audacity.

“You gave me slick tea.” He points over his shoulder to the living room. “And you just came.”

“Well yeah cause you completely violated the rules.” Jimin spits in his hand and scrubs over his scent gland. “You rubbed precum on my neck.”

Jeongguk stares at Jimin rubbing his scent off, almost growls softly. And although technically Jimin is right, he can’t help but mutter “you seemed to like it not so long ago.”

Jimin only flashes him a sharp look, rubs his neck even harder as if to make a point.

“Also we didn’t establish.. rules, exactly.” He looks down at his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, all wet with slick. “How could I know?”

“Well first of all, I asked you to keep lessons and reality separate.” Jimin finally stops rubbing his scent off, just stares at him, deadpan. “Telling me you want me to take scent blockers and that you want to come on my neck—“

“Well that was the heat of the moment.” He lies. “..and again you gave me slick tea.”

A beat passes, and Jimin’s face gradually flushes a little more, he purses his lips and all.

“Cause I wanted to teach you—“

“Teach me what? You said I wouldn’t be able to hold back, and now you’re punishing me for it.”

“Okay— fine, that’s on me.” Jimin blows a blonde hair out of his face, doesn’t seem all that sorry. “We’ll need to establish some rules, cause precum on my neck is a no-go.”

A tragedy.

Maybe it’s his alpha still tarnished by seeing Jimin rub his scent off like that, but he just huffs, crosses his arms. 

“Fine. Don’t slick on me next time.” 

It leaves his mouth as if he means it, which is good for the blow on Jimin’s ego, and bad for himself cause— fuck does he like it when Jimin gets wet for him.

Jimin’s offended gasp is only a temporary delight, he’s going to regret this later.

“What? last time you were begging for a taste and now I can’t slick on you?”

“Yeah— well, you’re not my omega.” He points out, just like Jimin did earlier. “And these are scenting lessons, so.”

A silence falls, Jimin just stares at him with an unreadable expression, it feels sort of like a challenge.

“Fine.” Jimin gives in then, voice a little strained. “Next time we scent, don’t get hard.”

Don’t get—

Hello?

He’s too stunned to speak for a few seconds, but then shakes his head.

“But— but that’s a bodily reaction—“

“So is slick.” Jimin shrugs. “Besides, shouldn’t you start getting used to scenting, virgin?”

The slightest, mean curl of Jimin’s mouth gets under his skin.

He bites his tongue, turns his head the other way.

“I’m.. I’m getting.. better.”

Wow, even he has to admit there was absolutely no conviction behind his voice. That’s why Jimin’s soft snort doesn’t get to him that much.

“Okay, well.” Jimin gets up from the bed. “Next time it’s just scenting then, good?”

He sighs, looks down at his pants still straining, the thick scent of Jimin’s slick still in the air, his mind is still spinning too— this is the worst. 

Jimin is really sending him home like this, while he got to come while riding his lap. 

It’s so unfair. 

And the new rules suck. 

He squeezes his cock, tries to push it down but that slick tea might as well be viagra, it comes straight back up.

Fuck. 

“You’re really letting me go home like this?” He looks up, maybe the look in his eyes is just a little pathetic. “My pants are wet because of you.”

Jimin casts a glance at him over his shoulder, in the midst of changing pants.

Fuck times two. 

He hadn’t even noticed, but Jimin is naked from the waist down, ass cheeks peeking out beneath that oversized shirt. His mouth waters instantly.

“Eyes up here.” Jimin calls. “And you can lend my sweats.”

He does in fact, not look up. 

His eyes are glued to the way Jimin bends over when he pulls his boxers up. The fabric caresses over the back of his thick thighs, slides over the curve of his ass and then hugs around his hips— and god they’re tight. 

His alpha is clawing at his insides, and the fact that Jimin always undresses in front of the entire team— bending over like this— yeah, that’s the fucking worst.

When Jimin finally turns around he quickly turns his head the other way. 

A pair of sweatpants hit his face next thing. 

“There you go.”

There’s mirth in Jimin’s voice. That menace is really enjoying this, making him hard and not giving him anything.

This is why he should have never taken the lessons in the first place. He’s always hated spoiled, bratty omegas. It’s just cause Jimin found out he’s a virgin that he even agreed to all of this. 

He huffs, gets out of bed and takes off his pants and his underwear. If Jimin is watching the way he exaggerates his bend-over to mimic him, he hopes it gets to him a little bit. 

He pulls up the grey sweats, then turns towards Jimin, who’s not even looking, he’s just busy putting clothes in his laundry basket. 

And fine— he doesn’t want Jimin to look. He doesn’t care. 

He bites the inside of his cheek as he walks past him towards the living room, can’t believe he went from having jimin ride his lap to being sent away. Thought he finally got under Jimin’s skin just a little.. 

“Don’t forget your pants.” 

When he turns around, Jimin is about to hand him his pants but he stops midway.

Jeongguk waits, but Jimin isn’t even looking at him, his eyes are stuck somewhere midway his body. So he follows the line of sight, looks down and oh—

his dick print is showing extremely well in these grey sweats. Leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination since he’s going commando.

He blinks up, finds Jimin still staring, lips parted, face a little flushed.

Oh..

Right, Jimin has never actually seen his dick before, he might have felt it a few times but that’s not really the same thing. And though he’s not a show-off, he knows he’s well-endowed.

It strokes his ego just a little bit— or a lot actually, he can’t help it. 

“Hey.” He slips his hands in his pockets, corner of his mouth curling up. “Eyes up here.”

Jimin snaps out of it, looks up as if caught, then turns his head the other way, quickly hands him his pants. 

“Yeah. See you— uh— tomorrow.” 

“Uhu.” He takes the pants extra slowly. “See you then.”

Jimin barely gives another nod, doesn’t look at him again as he turns around. 

Huh. 

As he walks out he finds himself smiling all the way to the bus station. 

Park Jimin has a size kink..

And though he might not be experienced, 

he’s going to exploit the fuck out of that. 

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