alpha jk x omega jm • part 8 (Patreon)

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Coming over to the girls on the sideline during a game is part of his persona. He’s done it since the start of his college years to keep up appearances. 

And though he’s not all too good at small-talk, he’s gathered more than a few girls over the past two years who come to see him play.

As long as he scores and brings up the hem of his shirt to wipe his face every now and then, he gets those familiar squeals and whistles.

But the past couple of days, for some reason, all the girls have been fawning over Jimin.

Which just doesn’t make any sense. Jimin is an omega. He’s smaller than him, his scent isn’t as strong, and though annoyingly he’s exceptionally good at soccer, he doesn’t score as much as him. 

And it’s not like he needs all the attention for himself, it’s just the way Jimin goes about it—  all that smooth-talking and giving the girls those looks, with that confidence that can only come from experience.

But it’s not even just that, it’s the way Jimin always comes up right next to him. 

Like now. 

The moment he runs up to the sideline to the girls and accepts a water bottle from Siyeon, Jimin just has to run up as well, wraps an arm around his shoulder as if they’re friends. 

“Where’s my water bottle, hm?” Jimin shoots Siyeon, along with a small smirk that makes the whole bunch of them giggle. 

Jeongguk glares at Jimin as he sips some water. Jimin however, just turns to him with a twinkle in his eyes, takes the water bottle right from his hands and drinks from the same opening he just put his mouth on. 

For some reason that makes the girls squeal even more. 

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek, watches Jimin drink, eyes stuck on the sweat glistening on his neck as he tilts his head back more, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

He catches a whiff of that scent, it always gets more intense during soccer, makes his mouth waters instantly. 

The thing is, he’s not the only one with eyes; some of the girls on the sideline stare at Jimin too, with a similar thirst. 

It’s unintentional, the possessive pheromones just ooze from him, he slides his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck and squeezes once. 

Jimin doesn’t concede, not that he’s ever that easy. He just brings the water bottle down, those playful eyes on him, a grin growing on his full lips. 

Brat. 

“Try scoring if you have time to talk to girls, hm?” 

Jimin hands him the empty water bottle back, then goes as far as to smack his ass before jogging off.

Jeongguk just huffs, stands there, all the girls staring past him right at Jimin with dreamy eyes. Even Siyeon. 

He bites on his tongue.

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“What the fuck was that about?” 

He snaps once their last teammate is finally out of the locker rooms. 

Jimin only gives him that same grin, brushes his hair back all nonchalant as he takes a step closer. Still in his soccer outfit and all, he didn’t even bother to shower.

“What? Can’t I talk with the girls?”

“You never talk with them.” He presses. “You’re only doing it to mock me.” 

“Mock you?” Jimin chuckles, steps even closer, puts one hand against his chest and pushes him against the lockers. “I’m just trying to help you out.” 

The steel is cold against his back, but the way Jimin’s gaze sinks to his neck has the opposite effect. 

“You can barely even talk on your own.” Jimin leans in close, presses his nose against his scent gland and drags a line over it. “Mm? at least when I’m there they don’t look so bored.”

Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, fists a hand in Jimin’s blonde hair, even bares his teeth and growls at the sudden scenting, but Jimin doesn’t flinch.

Jimin all but grins against his neck, encloses his teeth around the skin and bites gently.

“Ah— you’re so full of shit.” Jeongguk grits out, though he leans his head back against the lockers, gives Jimin more access. “Why the fuck do you even suddenly care about girls’ attention?”

“Oh I don’t.” Jimin’s voice lowers as he goes for his other scent gland, darts out his hot tongue and licks a stripe right over it. “Just trying to see what Siyeon sees in you.”

Jeongguk still has his teeth bared, but Jimin’s scent mixing with his own numbs his brain a bit, so even though he’s growling, it doesn’t come off threatening enough. 

It spurs Jimin on, even, the way he rubs his cheek all over his neck feels more aggressive than usual, the kisses that follow are hotter.

“But god Jeon, your girl was kind of looking at me today, huh?” Jimin breathes against his earlobe. “Maybe I should invite her home—“

“Shut your fucking mouth.” 

He flips their positions, pushes Jimin against the lockers, pulls on his sweaty blonde hair and goes right for his neck, licks over his scent gland sloppily. 

And fuck— Jimin’s scent is so thick after games, that silkiness even richer, muskier. He groans as he breathes it in, fills his lungs all the way in the hopes it clings to them.

A breathy chuckle falls from Jimin’s lips then.

“You saw it too, hm?” Jimin’s hand curls around the back of his neck. “Bet she’s tired of pursuing you, she wants someone with experience.”

The words prickle under his skin, he bites Jimin right under the hinge of his jaw, chest rising and falling quickly.

“A—ah.” Jimin breathes out a soft moan against his ear. “Think I might have to get my hands on her first— oh”

Jeongguk lifts Jimin up by the back of his thighs, pushes him against the lockers hard, growls right against his neck, nips the skin with his teeth as a warning.

But Jimin never fucking listens. 

“Cause realistically, what are you gonna do huh?”Jimin pants, one of his hands slips under the hem of his shirt, slides over his bare back, while the other tangles in his hair, both legs wrapping around him. “You’d come the second you smell her slick.” 

“That’s enough.”

He growls, leans back just to look at Jimin, finds those siren eyes twinkling as if he’s enjoying this, his cheeks and nose flushed, blonde hair a mess. God, he’s such a fucking brat.

“What are you gonna do then?” He counters, squeezes the back of Jimin’s thighs, looks down between their bodies at where their crotches are pressed together, then looks back up. “You don’t even have a fucking knot.” 

Jimin tugs on his hair then, forces him to bare his neck. And despite his hiss, Jimin licks from the base to the top of his scent gland, bites him right there.

“Yeah, but if I had one..” Jimin whispers, kisses up his neck to his ear, scratches his nails down his back. “At least I’d know how to fucking use it.”

“Nngh—“

Heat rushes through his body, and his dick twitches right against Jimin’s even though that was supposed to be an insult. All it does is fuel the fire, that adrenaline.

He meets Jimin’s gaze then, their noses bump together. 

It’s hot. The temperature in the room, Jimin’s thighs sweat under his fingers, his hands slide over his skin easily.

“I know how to use it.” 

He slides his hands up to Jimin’s ass, squeezes one of his cheeks. 

“Please.” Jimin chuckles breathily, tilts his head a little more and leans in closer, until his plush lips almost brush against his. “You’ve probably never even kissed before.”

Oh screw this guy.

Jeongguk closes the distance, captures Jimin’s lips between his own.

“Mm.” Jimin moans a little surprised, but then tangles his hand in his hair a little tighter. “Mmh.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought. Jimin’s soft lips open for him instantly, eagerly even, when he kisses him. Even though this is one of his “no-go’s”, his mouth is burning hot, tongue searching for his not even a few seconds in.

He can taste the need on Jimin’s tongue, it probably equals his own as he pushes him against the lockers harder, slides his tongue in a little deeper. 

“Ngh—“ Jimin arches off the locker a little, wraps his legs around his hips even tighter, bites in his lower lip not all too gently. 

“Ah, fuck.” He hisses, licks over the sting, finds Jimin’s gaze for a second. “What did you say?”

Jimin pants against his mouth, siren eyes glazed over. 

“Said you can’t kiss for— ngh.”

He cuts Jimin off by reconnecting their lips, finally fucking knows what it’s like to feel that plush, pillowy mouth against his own. The warmth, the softness, and best of all the taste. It’s that same silky richness as his scent, he can’t fucking get enough.

He might be a little overly eager, but when he slips his tongue in Jimin’s mouth a little dirtier, Jimin’s scent thickens in the air, and he just knows he’s close to making him wet. 

“Can’t kiss for what?” He pants, string of spit still attached to both their mouths. “Mm?”

Jimin’s eyes are half-lidded, lips parted as he pants softly.

“Come on, use your words.” He nudges Jimin’s nose, squeezes the back of his thigh. “You always have something to say.”

It’s silent apart from their simultaneous breaths. Jimin’s chest rises and falls quickly against his own, and when he manages to look up at him, Jeongguk waits for it. 

A clever remark, a sneer, a jab— but Jimin just pulls him close by the back of his head and crashes their lips together again.

It’s fucking insane. Jimin is usually the one toying with him, but the thick, silky scent in the air is full of needand want. It doesn’t feel the same as last scenting lesson, this feels real. The way Jimin clamps his legs around him as if he wants him to move— the way he slides his tongue in his mouth, licks over his palate, the way his hand is clawing at his back, the way he moans.

All for him.

Jeongguk groans, shouldn’t do it, but he cannot control it, he’s just doing what Jimin wants him to do. He rolls his hips, tries out what it’s like, rubs his slowly hardening cock against Jimin’s crotch.

“Ah—“ Jimin breaks the kiss, tips his head back against the locker. “Fuck.”

Yeah.. fuck.

He leans in closer, pants against Jimin’s neck, presses hot, needy kisses on his scent gland as he pushes Jimin’s thighs up a little higher, tries to rub his cock against his ass. 

“A—ahh.” 

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, but it happens anyway; hot, wet slick leaks right through the fabric of his soccer shorts, dampens Jeongguk’s cock.

“Fuck, yes.” Jeongguk nods against Jimin’s neck, rubs the head of his cock into that wetness a little harder, breathes in that sweet scent, mouth watering. “Slicking for me so fast.”

“Fuck—“ Jimin fists a hand in his hair tightly, moves back against his cock, uses his legs to pull him even harder against him. “Ah— fuck.”

God..

His face is flushed against Jimin’s neck, mouth insatiable where he kisses and licks over his scent gland, drowns him in his scent— but it’s not enough. Jimin’s shorts are damp, his dick is aching, the air smells like slick, and it’s too hot to make any rational decisions.

“I want to fuck you.” He breathes against Jimin’s ear, slides his hands up to Jimin’s waistband, hooks his thumbs in it. “Right here.”

Jimin’s breath hitches, and he tugs on his hair just so they can meet each other’s gaze.

And wow, Jimin looks so incredible, his blonde hair a mess, sticking out, some strands stuck to his temples and forehead, his half-lidded, dark brown eyes scanning over his face, plush lips a little swollen, parted. 

“You— you don’t even know how.” Jimin brings out, though he lacks bite, eyes traveling down to his crotch before looking back up. “Never used it before.”

“Mm..” he nods, nudges Jimin’s nose. “But you like them big, don’t you?”

He presses his cock against Jimin for good measure, hopes he feels his entire length. 

It’s so fucking hot— the way Jimin’s eyes almost roll back, the lack of control he has. everything about him, from his looks to his scent to the slick that leaks from his hole, everything is practically screaming: fuck me.

“Just— just cause you’re big doesn’t mean you know how to use it.” 

Jimin pants. 

And maybe Jimin’s scent has softened his sharper edges, maybe that’s why he’s able to swallow his pride as he leans in close, aligns his lips with Jimin’s ear. 

“Then teach me.”

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