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The changing room is always a chaotic mess when the swimming team bursts through the doors after practice, dripping water everywhere and throwing used towels on every unoccupied bench space.
It could be a lot worse, Jeongguk thinks. At least they aren’t playing basketball, dripping sweat instead of water and stinking up the windowless changing rooms. One benefit of swimming is that the pool water washes off the pungent sweat of alphas, taming their pheromone-heavy scents to a level Jeongguk can withstand.
He’s got first-hand experience; before Jeongguk developed an above average sensitive nose when he presented at the age of sixteen, he was part of the basketball team—but as it stands now, being captain of the swim team is even better. He grew up near the coast of Busan and knew how to swim before he walked, so he safely admits to everyone who asks that water is his one true element.
His swimming trunks hit the bench with a loud splat after he peels them off, then takes a dry towel from his locker along with shampoo and shower gel fast, before a queue can form in front of the shower stalls.
“Gguk, you’re coming to Chulsoo’s party, right?” Dongil asks from the stall across from him.
The first Friday of each month is Chulsoo’s night and Jeongguk keeps them reserved. Chulsoo attracts all sorts of people, mostly because his family is beyond wealthy and he lives in the fanciest penthouse in the area. His thick wallet must be just as attractive as his thick alpha cock, Jeongguk supposes, because his parties are always crowded; they’re the perfect hunting ground for alphas like Jeongguk.
His name precedes him, and even with a modest wallet, Jeongguk has never lacked the attention of betas and omegas alike. He’s the captain of the swim team, after all. He’s walking around half naked in swimming trunks on most days, and he knows he looks good in them. The team consists mostly of alphas except for a few bulkier betas and they attract a crowd of both betas and omegas. It’s convenient because like this, Jeongguk can keep track of pretty much everyone who he hasn’t flirted with yet.
Jeongguk is a healthy alpha, and he has healthy needs. If omegas and betas alike are stalking him, why shouldn’t he indulge them? He gets to take home a different person every week, and Seoul National University is large enough he won’t bump into them again unless they sneakily continue to hang around the swim centre.
Maybe because he’s been with so many people through his two years at college, it isn’t easy to intrigue him anymore. People are hardly as impressive as they make themselves out to be, and everyone sort of smells the same after a while; omegas syrupy sweet and betas clean and fresh. It takes a bit of hunting to find someone unique enough, but then: why is uniqueness a requirement if all Jeongguk needs them for is a quicky?
“Obviously,” he shouts back with a grin.
“Pre-party at my place?” Jinwook asks from another stall.
“Nah, I have to finish my portfolio before the party,” Jeongguk says.
“Can’t you do it on another day?” That’s Hosung asking from Jeongguk’s other side.
“My model can do only today.”
Hoseok offered to be his model after Jeongguk complained about the ad he put up looking for models. He needs to get this portrait photography project done before the end of next week, but everyone who applied turned out to be Jeongguk’s fan, and he has no desire jeopardising his projects by involving people who he slept with.
Hoseok is one of his kindest hyungs. He’s intensively training for an upcoming dance competition with his team, and he rearranged his entire week in order to make himself available this afternoon.
Also: Jeongguk loves a good pre-party, but he loves his hyungs more.
The elevator’s metal panels tremble as they’re nearing the top floor, the deep bass of Chulsoo’s music reverberating through them. Jeongguk lives for it; the feeling of sexy music coursing through his body, making his blood pump to the rhythm, is one reason he loves parties.
He adjusts the belt hooked around the waist of his black, tight fitted jeans, and smooths down the creases on his button-down shirt, also black. He checks his appearance one last time in the mirrored panel of the elevator when it comes to a stop, before the crowd in the penthouse’s foyer swallows him up.
“Jeongguk-ssi!” someone squeaks on his left, and there’s a petite omega latching onto his arm before he can match a face to his voice. “What a surprise to see you here!”
Jeongguk catches Dongil’s snort and eye-roll before he, Hosung, and Jinwook walk away, looking for better entertainment. Jeongguk’s left standing with the omega whose scent is mildly familiar—salted caramel and something else that makes his throat itch.
“Sorry, do I know you?” he asks as he pulls his arm out of his grasp.
Rudeness is a behaviour he learned; it doesn’t come naturally to him, but he knows from experience that’s the only language clingy wolves who roll over and submit to him in a heartbeat understand. The scent of this guy is intrusive, so even if they haven’t fucked before, Jeongguk wouldn’t want to spend time with him.
And this, right here, is exactly why he’s here, putting himself through the torture of dealing with hundreds of scents that turn him off just to find someone with a soft enough scent to charm him—maybe even calm him, because his afternoon turned out nothing like he’s planned it.
The person in charge of the photo studios messed up the reservations, renting it to another student... With Hoseok’s insane schedule and Jeongguk’s intense training, they have yet to find a new date that works for both of them. He’s annoyed and mostly exhausted, and all he wants is to bury his nose into a scent gland that smells cute and comforting.
And this guy’s salted caramel scent is neither.
The omega looks at him owlishly. “I’m Insoo.”
“My bad, Insoo-ssi,” Jeongguk says, his attention drifting already.
He’s following his nose, looking for that soft sweetness he can’t quite grasp yet. He isn’t considering picking up a beta tonight; their scents are fainter than an omega’s, and while omegas usually smell like flowers and sweets, betas have a cleanliness to their scents, reminding Jeongguk of soap or freshly washed cotton.
He scans the place as he passes room after room. Half the people are dancing while others are trying to have conversations over the loud music, and Jeongguk squeezes through them on his way to find himself a can of beer.
He spots a couple of his teammates. Youngjae’s dancing on the edge of the impromptu dancefloor in the large living-room with the beta he’s been trying and miserably failing to court, then there’s Taehyung talking to an omega who is impressively taller than him, and he spots Jinwook in the kitchen as he enters. He’s mixing raspberry flavoured vodka with Sprite for a cute omega Jeongguk faintly remembers from a few of his classes.
They acknowledge each other, but Jeongguk doesn’t approach the pair; he’d hate it if one of his friends cock-blocked him too, after all. He heads for the fridge, hoping to find a hidden stash of beers nobody else has gotten to yet.
There’s beer in the fridge alright, but it’s some artisan brand in fancy bottles that promises the most authentic cherry flavour, printed on the label with gold gilded letters. Jeongguk makes a face and turns to the expansive kitchen counter to inspect the liqueur selection there. He doesn’t even need his beer chilled anymore as long as there’s something unflavoured left.
He has no such luck, and he makes a face again, internally scolding himself for arriving late to the party. Turning back to the fridge, he grabs two bottles of the cherry beer, opening and sniffing them suspiciously. He takes a cautious sip when it smells safe enough for human-wolf consumption and figures at least the omega he’s looking for might like it.
Once back from the kitchen, he scans the place again and pinpoints all the lonely omegas in the room; usually, he’d already be sweet-talking one of them, offering them the drink he’s holding, but his pickiness makes him reconsider all of his options. Two of the lonely-looking omegas already have their eyes set on Jeongguk, but after careful inspection, he realises he’s already slept with them. The third one who has been alone a minute ago is now dancing with a beta, so Jeongguk zeros in on the last one. She’s cute with her yellow-blond hair parted in the middle, but when Jeongguk gets close enough to smell her, she’s just... not it.
She smells like apple tarts, sweet and inviting, but Jeongguk’s nose twitches at the sourness of the apples. He makes a one-eighty and catches the disappointment on the girl’s face as he walks away.
“Jeongguk-oppa!” someone purrs next to him suddenly, and yet someone else is grasping his arm. “I thought you’d call me, and you didn’t.”
Jeongguk glances down and sees electric blue coloured hair tumbling over the girl’s narrow shoulders in big, curly waves. He remembers that colour from last weekend, when he and his teammates hit their favourite bar. She was pretty and knew exactly what was on the table when Jeongguk approached her. Her strawberry lollipop scent was alluring back then, but right now, everything about her annoys him.
“We never exchanged numbers,” Jeongguk says passively.
“How lucky we bumped into each other, then! I’ll give you my number when we find a room.”
“When you agreed to my rules and said you were okay with us being only a onetime thing, it was so we could avoid awkward situations like this,” Jeongguk reminds her with slight resignation.
“But—”
“I wasn’t trying to string you along, so I’m sorry if my intentions were confusing. Though I’m sure the entire University, including you, is aware that I never hook up with the same person twice.”
The girl scoffs and removes herself from Jeongguk’s arm.
“Oh my goddess, is being so rude part of your little rulebook, too?”
Jeongguk shrugs, and watches the blue lollipop girl’s hair bounce behind her as she stalks away.
He doesn’t particularly care what people think of him. He makes his intensions clear every single time, so if someone chooses to misunderstand him on purpose, then that’s not his concern.
Searching for the right omega is exhausting, and Jeongguk’s left feeling even more tired by the time he finishes his second round in the large penthouse. It’s been such a long, annoying day, and if the evening drags on like this, what’s the point of being here? Is he becoming too picky or is he running out of people who he hasn’t fucked yet?
Maybe both.
He spots the door to the balcony on the other side of the room and dashes towards it. Maybe all he needs is a breath of fresh air to cleanse his nostrils.
The space outside is enormous, as expected of a penthouse. It hugs the apartment in an L shape, and Jeongguk walks its length; the further from the entrance he is, the fewer people there are, and he finds a hidden nook at the shorter side, behind large potted bushy plant-things. He’ll just slip away for a few minutes to take a brea—
There’s someone behind the potted bushy plant-things already.
He’s sitting in the lone foldable chair, his chin propped on his hands that are propped on his knees. Cursing inwardly, Jeongguk tries to walk away, but he’s too late. The guy notices him with the kind of surprise on his face that says, 'I thought I found somewhere where people would leave me alone, yet here you are bothering me.' Clearly just what Jeongguk thinks.
Belatedly, Jeongguk smells the faintest hint of vanilla and peach, warm and sweet and lovely.
And soft, just the right kind of soft.
Jeongguk’s wolf perks up. He isn’t usually interested in Jeongguk’s one-night stands, but the odd wolves who pique his interest always turn out to be the most fun.
“Sorry. I didn’t know this spot was taken already,” Jeongguk says with a smile, hoping to ease the omega’s annoyance.
The guy does a weird half shrug-half nod sort of gesture and returns the smile, although it doesn’t feel genuine. “It’s okay. I’ve had my moment of peace. I’ll go so you can have your moment too,” he says, his voice just as soft as his scent.
“You don’t have to go because of me,” Jeongguk offers. Fuck this spot and fuck being alone for the time being. He wants this peachy omega all for himself tonight.
“It’s okay, I’d rather not hold the candle for you and your latest hookup,” the guy says and Jeongguk doesn’t miss him eyeing the extra bottle of cherry flavoured beer in his hand.
“Actually, I don’t have a hookup yet. Also, you don’t look eager to get back in there,” he says, nodding towards the general direction of the balcony door. “We can share this spot.”
The guy giggles, but again, it feels uneasy. The slight shift in his scent warns Jeongguk he doesn’t feel as comfortable around him as he tries to make it seem.
“So, you know me?” Jeongguk asks with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Everyone knows you and your reputation, Jeon Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk chuckles at the cheeky answer. He isn’t wrong, after all. Jeongguk’s got quite the reputation, partly because of his achievements as the best swimmer in SNU’s team and partly because of his… Well. He’s good at sex, and he won’t be modest about it when hundreds of wolves gossip about their nights with him behind his back.
“That’s fair,” he answers. “What’s not fair is that I know nothing about you.” And thank the goddess for that! No matter how hard Jeongguk rakes his mind, he doesn’t think he’s met this guy before. He’d remember a cute face like his, or at least this devastatingly wonderful scent, and he’d be heartbroken if it turned out they already fucked.
“I’m Jimin.”
“Want a drink, Jimin?” Jeongguk asks, sticking his arm between two bushy things and offering the untouched bottle of beer to him.
“Aren’t you saving it for your next target?” Jimin asks.
“What if you’re my next target?”
Jimin watches him with astonishing scepticism for a second before he carefully takes the bottle off his hand to inspect the label.
“Just for the record, I’m not looking to be your next target,” he says. “And I didn’t take you for a cherry beer kind of guy.”
“That makes the two of us,” Jeongguk says, laughing. When Jimin quirks an eyebrow, he adds, “Believe it or not, this was the most alpha-ish drink I found in the kitchen.”
“It’s a bit concerning that you measure your alpha-ness by the flavour of your drink,” Jimin muses and all Jeongguk can do is gape at him. “It’s not so bad,” Jimin adds after he takes a sip.
He doesn’t look back at Jeongguk again. Instead, he flicks his eyes at the city lights beyond the railing. Jeongguk uses this opportunity to squeeze through the bushes and lean against said railing, taking a proper look at Jimin, unobstructed by the decoration.
He’s delicate for a guy with a sharp, prominent jawline, but said jaw ends in a small, round chin that softens his face around the edges. He has got juicy, plump lips that look even thicker next to the small nose sitting above it. Under the layer of sultry, dark eyeshadow, his eyes are large and carry an innocence Jeongguk didn’t expect from someone as ballsy as him. On this badly lit balcony, they look so dark Jeongguk can’t tell if they’re black or the darkest shade of brown. His bubblegum pink hair with peachy undertones is swept back from his forehead. Strangely, the undercut that shows suits him.
Jeongguk lets his eyes travel down his long, delicate neck to his prominent collarbones, peeking out from under a white t-shirt and retro Gucci jacket. On a second look, even though he has a slim waist, his thighs are thick, and Jeongguk knows this omega is stronger than he looks. He’s all sharp lines and soft curves.
He’s beautiful.
Jeongguk’s a sucker for beautiful things. What makes a difference tonight is that his wolf is a sucker, too. Jeongguk doesn’t remember the last time his wolf was interested in any of his one-night stands beyond their scents, but he can feel him at the back of his mind, listening to their conversation.
“Why is a pretty thing like you sitting out here all alone?” he asks.
“I’m not a fan of crowds,” Jimin replies, ignoring the compliment altogether.
“You’re here tonight, though.”
Jimin smiles under a huff of breath.
“My best friend insisted he needed a wingman to talk to his crush. Then he ditched me as soon as he found him, so now I... you know what, nevermind,” Jimin backtracks before he can finish that thought. He sips his beer instead.
“Nevermind what?”
“You don’t really care about me and I should just go home since my best friend is fine without me,” Jimin says instead of answering his question.
Uh. That hurt, although Jeongguk doesn’t have the leverage to argue with. What can he say, when he rarely cares about his hookups’ backstories? That’s the whole point.
“You don’t have to head home just because your friend ditched you,” he says.
“And do what instead?” Jimin asks, scepticism back on his face.
“You could do me,” Jeongguk states boldly.
Shocked silence settles between them for a second, before Jimin bursts out laughing. He laughs so hard he throws himself over the back of the chair. Jeongguk can’t say his reaction doesn’t feed his ego—and his wolf, who is somehow very satisfied that Jeongguk made Jimin laugh. Though you know what the best thing about all of this is? Jimin’s eyes turn into half moons as he laughs. It’s the prettiest sight ever.
“Oh my goddess,” Jimin wheezes when he calms enough to articulate words again. “Does this usually work on people?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says with an amused smile.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” Jimin says, carefully tapping a tear in the corner of his eye before it messes up his makeup. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“I’d be willing to go through this embarrassment again just to see your eye-smile one more time.”
Somehow, this is the comment that wipes the amusement off Jimin’s face, replacing it with something timid.
“You’re saying this because you want to get into my pants,” Jimin says. “Your seducing game is top quality. I’ll give you credit for that, but it won’t work on me.”
“Better me than some other loser back inside.” Jeongguk shrugs, but he’s certainly right; there’s no way other alphas haven’t fixated on Jimin’s uniquely delicious scent or his beautiful features.
“What, you’re serious about this?” Jimin asks, baffled.
There’s no way he’s oblivious to his own attractiveness, right? He looks genuine, but Jeongguk has seen too many fake-coy omegas and betas to fall for them, even if his wolf is eager to do so with Jimin.
“I mean, I gave you my beer and everything.”
Jimin looks like he might laugh again, and Jeongguk can’t say he isn’t disappointed when he doesn’t. People are usually more interested in his dick than his sense of humour, and most of them can’t hold a cheeky conversation. Jimin’s company is refreshing.
Jeongguk refuses to look away from the omega while he contemplates his offer, mentally preparing the next argument about why Jimin should say yes. He readjusts his hips perched on the railing and pulls his shoulders slightly back, showing off his impressively wide chest, sculpted by years of swimming. Carefully, he lets his interest materialise in his scent too, the woody and nutty aspects overpowering the dark chocolate.
“I like my life the way it is now. I don’t need the drama that follows you wherever you go. Thanks for the offer though, it made my evening significantly more fun.”
“Valid,” Jeongguk says with a sigh. “I’ve got to say though, I don’t create the drama. My rules are pretty straightforward: we fuck once and then go our merry way. If we run into each other in the future, we pretend we’re complete strangers. That sounds pretty drama-free, doesn’t it? I hate unnecessary drama too, but I can’t control what people say behind my back. They’re the people who choose to not follow my rules, even though they’re crystal clear.”
Jimin purses his lips. He doesn’t have a comeback straight away, and Jeongguk uses that opening to his advantage, sitting on the cold floor opposite of him and staring into his face.
“Wanna know why I want you?” he asks, and answers his own question when Jimin doesn’t respond. “I had an exceptionally shitty afternoon and now I might not be able to submit a project on time which will ruin my grades this semester. I was hoping to meet a cute omega with a soft scent so at least one good thing happens today, but my nose is unnaturally sensitive lately, and it turns out, your scent is the only one I like.”
“Tough life.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“You’re starting to sound like you’re aiming for pity sex.”
“Would it work if I was?”
Jimin watches him, his eyes losing their gentleness. In its place, Jeongguk can see that he’s calculating his next move.
“No strings attached?”
“No strings attached.”
Jimin nods and continues to stare at him, and Jeongguk feels like his eyes are piercing all the way down to his soul, reading every secret he’s hiding there.
“And you’ll forget my name after tonight?”
“Yes, and you’ll forget mine.”
Is Jimin actually considering it? Did the pity-party he threw help?
“I never hook up with alphas,” Jimin says. “And I don’t want people to get ideas about me. If we do this, you can’t brag about me like a trophy to your teammates. I know you sometimes do that, don’t even try to deny it.”
“Okay, I promise,” Jeongguk replies, wondering how Jimin is aware of something like that. “I won’t be your first alpha, though, right? I know I don’t look like a statue of purity, but I don’t actually wish for anyone to lose their virginity with me.”
“I’ve had sex with an alpha before, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Good.”
“It’s been a while though.”
“That’s fine.”
Jimin quietly sips his beer after that and Jeongguk lets him sit with his decision, sensing that he needs time to make up his mind.
“You like this shit, don’t you?” Jeongguk asks when Jimin places the empty bottle on the floor. “Here, have mine too. I can’t stomach it.”
Jimin doesn’t hesitate to take it. It’s obvious that he needs it. Two beers won’t make him tipsy, they’ll just help him relax. He can tell from his body language that he’s still way too wound up, and can’t relax in Jeongguk’s presence just yet. Most hunters don’t care whether their partners enjoy their encounters, but Jeongguk isn’t popular for nothing; he gets off on the pleasure of his partners, so it’s in his best interest to find that switch in Jimin too.
“What changed your mind?” he asks to upkeep the conversation.
“I’m curious what all the hype is about. Figured this might be my only chance. Also, my omega is unbearably horny.”
Jeongguk grins at him; there’s something about this sweet looking, beautiful wolf with an unfiltered mouth that’s both exciting and wildly entertaining.
He’s probably right though. Knowing Jeongguk’s nose, his soft, vanilla and peach scent will probably repulse him tomorrow.
“Do you like to dance?” he asks.
Nothing gets Jeongguk’s partners needier than his hips rolling against them with layers of clothing separating them from the skin-on-skin experience they want, and he’s sure once Jimin’s between his arms on the dance floor, he won’t be able to escape the seductive mixture of his scent and pheromones either. He’s getting goose bumps just thinking about him like that, high on his pheromones.
“Yeah, I do,” Jimin replies, his face easing into a smile.
Jeongguk stands and extends his hand toward him, who stares at it for a few moments as if it’s belongs to an alien. He’s hesitant when he places his own into it, but goes willingly when Jeongguk pulls him up.
“I can’t guarantee people won’t recognise you with me,” Jeongguk warns him. That’s the decent thing to do, remembering how stubborn Jimin was about not being associated with him.
“I don’t think anyone will recognise me,” Jimin answers. “I hang out with a different crowd. And the lights are off, aren’t they?”
“Mm,” Jeongguk hums. The whole penthouse is equipped with rainbow LED lights for maximum ambience in the otherwise dark rooms. “Let’s go then.”
With his hand on the small of Jimin’s back, they squeeze back into the crowd and carve space to dance in one of the darker rooms, near the wall where the crowd is less dense.
Jeongguk presses close to Jimin right at the first beat they sway their hips to, sliding his hands to his unexpectedly narrow waist. It’s obvious quickly that the other one is at home on the dance floor; he slides into Jeongguk’s personal space smoothly and rests his arms around his shoulders, easily keeping up with the rhythm of the music.
When the song switches to something more seductive and Jimin slithers around in his arms to press his backside to Jeongguk’s crotch with a heavenly body roll, Jeongguk’s done playing. He slips his hands underneath Jimin’s shirt while their hips move like they’re glued to each other. Jimin’s lovely peachy scent spikes with a hint of cinnamon, and Jeongguk has to gulp down the saliva collecting in his mouth.
“You smell insane,” he grumbles into Jimin’s ear, leaning close, and Jimin’s scent sweetens tenfold, not so secretly enjoying the compliment.
“Mhm.” Jimin arches his neck, trying to press his nose into the scent gland under Jeongguk’s chin, making his mutual interest in his scent obvious.
“You too.”
Well, this is escalating quickly.
Jeongguk flattens a hand over Jimin’s abs and grinds into his perky ass while Jimin is busy getting familiar with Jeongguk’s scent gland. They continue to dance like this, their bodies molding into one while Jeongguk marvels at the complete turn in Jimin’s personality. He’s nothing like the shy but sharp tongued, disinterested omega he’s seen on the balcony.
“You’re sexy,” he grumbles into Jimin’s ear.
“Yeah?” Jimin breathes, his voice raspy and the hair on Jeongguk’s arm stands because of it.
“Mhmm... Want you.” He pushes his nose behind the shell of his ear, where the heavenly cinnamon scent is more intense, and nips at the lobe. He pulls it between his teeth and tugs at his earring that’s shaped like a flower, grinning when Jimin’s hips stutter.
Jimin lifts a hand to cradle the back of Jeongguk’s head, tilting back his own, and Jeongguk presses his lips to the thick vein running up the column of his neck, just above his scent gland, where the delicious peachy scent is the most distinguishable. Jimin’s fingers tangle into Jeongguk’s messy locks of black hair and pulls, and Jeongguk can’t hold his growl back. The response is a little whine, and he tilts his head, offering the most precious part of his neck for Jeongguk. That’s all the invitation Jeongguk needs before he guides him off the dancefloor and towards the bedrooms.
In the crowd of drunk people, nobody finds their sight out of ordinary, and soon they disappear into the first room they find empty. Jeongguk kicks the door closed and Jimin locks it, then he finally loses all the restraints he’s tried to upkeep out there.
“Fuck, Jimin.” He tugs at Jimin’s shirt, driving it up his waist to explore the planes of his defined chest and abs, tighter than an average omega’s, but still soft and curvy, where his small waist dips into a phenomenally large ass. “You didn’t say you could dance like that, what the fuck?”
“Didn’t think it was relevant,” Jimin says, and Jeongguk can hear the smile in his voice.
“Totally relevant.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” Jeongguk agrees. He belatedly remembers saying the same thing to the electric blue girl last week when she said she did yoga five times a week, except tonight he means it.
He nearly rips off Jimin’s t-shirt when he yanks him close for a kiss, and he’s instantly transported to cloud nine when he tastes faint sweet peach and vanilla on his tongue. He backs him against the bed in the corner of the room and gets rid of his shirt at last, breaking the kiss only for as long as it takes to get him out of it.
“I swear I’m addicted to you,” he murmurs before he sucks Jimin’s plump bottom lip into his mouth.
He yanks Jimin’s belt free from the hoops and drops it on the floor next to his abandoned t-shirt, and continues to undress him. It’s not a simple task if he refuses to stop tasting Jimin just yet, but the omega breaks the kiss anyway when his nimble fingers work on the buttons of Jeongguk’s shirt.
“So, you have a sweet tooth?” Jimin asks in such a lovely voice Jeongguk swears he’s doing it on purpose to drive him nuts.
He’s doing a fucking good job at being irresistible, too, Jeongguk decides when he pushes his underwear down his bubble butt and sees his thick, luscious thighs.
“Fucking love them,” Jeongguk grunts as his eyes drink in the sight in front of him.
Jimin’s gorgeous, and even Jeongguk’s wolf acknowledges the sight in front of him, an unexpected wave of excitement mixed with anticipation simmering under his skin. The outlines of his muscles are impressive on his lithe body, and the way his petite torso ends in those glorious hips and miles long legs is almost sinful.
Luckily, Jimin doesn’t ruin the mood with more conversation. Instead, he pushes Jeongguk’s shirt off hiss shoulders—and are his hands shaking or is Jeongguk imagining things?
He can’t tell if Jimin’s just super focused on undressing him or he’s actively avoiding Jeongguk’s eyes, but Jeongguk doesn’t miss his breath catching as he discovers Jeongguk’s body. It’s charming, really, how his cheekiness pairs with this amount of shyness.
“Should we slow down?” Jeongguk asks.
“No, I’m good,” Jimin replies, slowly lifting his face to meet Jeongguk’s eyes.
“Come here,” Jeongguk says and presses a kiss to Jimin’s lips while he guides him down the bed.
He really is nervous, Jeongguk realises while he watches him awkwardly sprawl on the mattress, and reminds himself that Jimin rarely sleeps around. In fact, the only reason he’s here now is because he’s curious if Jeongguk’s as good as the gossip suggests.
The urge to prove his worth to him is strong, and Jeongguk realises belatedly that it’s mostly his wolf who wants to impress Jimin.
He climbs on the bed and settles between his legs, hands resting on his knees, and pushing them apart to fit himself there comfortably. Jimin’s skin is softer than silk and it flushes easily when Jeongguk slides his palms over the honey skin of his thighs.
“There’s one more important rule,” Jeongguk says as he leans over Jimin, their lips barely an inch apart.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t knot.”
“Oh,” Jimin breathes, surprised as Jeongguk supposed he’d be, but unlike the many other omegas Jeongguk’s been with, he doesn’t whine. “That’s fine. I hate knots.”
“Wait, what? You don’t like knots?” Jeongguk asks, abruptly sitting up.
“Is that a problem?” Jimin sounds uneasy and Jeongguk can sense him clamming up instantly, his nerves intensifying to the point Jeongguk can literally feel them under his skin. “I thought you didn’t want to give me one, anyway?”
“It’s not a problem, it’s actually a convenience,” Jeongguk quickly replies. “I’m just surprised, because omegas usually beg for it.”
“Can’t relate,” Jimin replies, his eyes rolling and Jeongguk chuckles. Goddess, he is into Jimin’s mannerism a whole lot more than he’s supposed to. “I’m not a fan of pain.”
Jeongguk isn’t the expert of knots for obvious reasons, but he’s pretty sure they aren’t supposed to be painful—that is, if the omega has been stretched open thoroughly and produces enough slick to make the slide easy. He isn’t here to solve Jimin’s complicated relationship with knots, though, so he forces himself to stop marvelling over this piece of information.
“All’s good then,” Jeongguk says. “There’s no pain on our agenda tonight.”
The sour tinge of Jimin’s scent subsides as he relaxes again, though it still smells slightly off. Jeongguk squeezes his thigh gently as he leans over him again and says, “This just makes you even more desirable. I love an omega whose purpose in life is something other than collecting knots.”
To prove that statement, he leans down to press a kiss to Jimin’s prominent collarbone, moving across them both and up Jimin’s delicate throat until he can feel Jimin relax beneath him, vanilla and cinnamon becoming the dominant notes in his scent again.
The next time Jeongguk looks at him, Jimin’s smiling. He presses their lips together again and again and again in a series of little pecks before he sits on his heels to give the rest of Jimin’s body the attention it deserves, too.
Jimin’s eyes follow him, inspecting his body like he’s comparing it to an image in his head, until his eyes settle on the heavy cock between his legs. Jeongguk is a good size; wolves have been split open on his cock and crying, and he can tell Jimin appreciates what he sees when his knees fall open in invitation. One of his hands shoot out to touch as soon as Jeongguk’s close enough to reach.
Jeongguk braces himself on an arm, his elbow resting next to Jimin’s head, while his other hand slides down the expanse of his stomach and then up his side, settling on his pecks. His skin feels like velvet against the palm of his hand and he swears he can taste Jimin’s sweet, fragrant scent on his skin as he buries his face back into Jimin’s neck, teasing the tender skin around his scent gland.
Their hips find a comfortable rhythm as they grind together, and the tiniest mewl leaves Jimin’s lips when Jeongguk presses against his modest omega cock, but none of them compares to the intoxicating smell of slick gushing from his hole. Jeongguk slips his hand down the expanse of his body to gather some of it on his fingers, smearing it over both of their cocks so the slide is smoother when he wraps his hand around them. Jimin’s hips jerk; he ruts against him, his small cock searching for more of that sweet friction. His hips work magic, finding the most creative ways to satisfy his needs. He’s opening his legs impossibly wide and digs his fingers into Jeongguk’s butt to pull him closer. Jeongguk indulges him, rocking gently against him while pressing their crotches flush together.
Jimin’s nails leave angry, red lines up to the small of Jeongguk’s back. They aren’t even fucking yet, but Jimin’s already making the most beautiful noises. They mix with Jeongguk’s deep grunts and pants as his cock stiffens, fuelled by the slide of Jimin’s hard cock against his own and his unbearably wonderful scent. His slick is like poison, but the best kind, bewitching Jeongguk until he can’t tell his own instincts apart from his wolf’s.
Jeongguk trails kisses down his chest and abdomen, his fingers digging into his hips to immobilise him. He mouths his way down his soft skin until he breathes over his hard dick, hard as a rock by now and a droplet of precum sitting at the tip like an exquisite pearl in an oyster.
He licks it off before he slips his full length into his mouth.
The loudest moan escapes from Jimin’s lips and his thighs twitch and close around him, bracketing Jeongguk’s head so tightly he has to pry them open and push them apart with actual force, no matter how hot the idea of being suffocated by Jimin’s thighs are. Jimin’s so incredibly sensitive, and it’s nearly as entertaining to tease him as it is arousing. Jeongguk sucks and sucks until all he can taste is him and then presses his tongue into the slit to coax out more of that delicious precum.
“Jeongguk... J—Jeongguk,” Jimin whines.
Jeongguk hums around the cock before he reluctantly pulls off to ask, “Do you wanna cum? You can cum now, and I’ll make you cum again when I fuck you.”
“I—I want that,” Jimin stutters, choking on his tongue. His flustered surprise is fucking hot.
“Alright, pretty, don’t hold back,” he says before he bobs his head again, his lips tightening around the base of his cock like it’s a lollipop.
Jeongguk presses his tongue to the underside of the shaft in his mouth while he caresses Jimin’s thigh; he can’t get enough of that smooth, velvety skin. Folding Jimin’s other leg and pressing it into the mattress next to his arm to get easier access to his hole, so wet and fragrant with slick it drives Jeongguk to near-madness, he trails his lips down there and flattens his tongue against it. He smears the slick across his already wet hole before he pushes a finger inside.
The slide is easy with all the excess slick, even though Jimin feels tighter than anyone else Jeongguk has fucked recently. It sounds like Jimin’s given up trying to suppress the noises he makes as Jeongguk adds a second finger, reaching deeper than Jimin would be able to with his smaller hands.
Jeongguk doesn’t go easy on him; he makes it a challenge to have Jimin cum as quickly as possible, and the way Jimin tries to simultaneously fuck himself on Jeongguk’s fingers and fuck into Jeongguk’s mouth suggests that he’s winning this one-sided game.
“Ah—ah—ah...” he moans to the rhythm Jeongguk picks up after he adds a third and then a fourth finger. He’s tossing his head from one side to the other and his hands are scrambling for purchase on Jeongguk’s shoulders and in his hair, gripping the first thing his hand closes around. “I’m—ah—I’m clo—close—”
Jeongguk hums in acknowledgement and hollows his cheeks, sucking harder while his hands massage the bundle of nerves he’s positive are Jimin’s prostate. Like this, the omega doesn’t stand a chance; his orgasm twitches every muscle in his body and slick gushes out of his hole around Jeongguk’s fingers. Even his little cock oozes a bit of cum, and that only happens when an omega cums unbearably hard.
Jeongguk licks the hand that was inside him clean and watches as Jimin blinks at him with large, wondrous eyes before the post-orgasm fog clears from his head.
“That’s so—dirty,” Jimin comments, out of breath.
Jeongguk quirks an eyebrow at him. “Is it? This is just the appetiser. I’m planning to eat it directly from the source.”
It’s almost comical how Jimin’s eyes widen.
“You look at me like nobody else ever wanted a taste of this glorious ass before,” he says, smacking the flesh of his butt lightly. Jimin shakes his head, suddenly mute, and Jeongguk now seriously wonders what kind of crappy sex this guy has been having. “Well sweetheart, we’re going to raise your standards then. Turn around for me.”
Jimin obeys immediately, rolling onto his stomach, and Jeongguk takes a moment to admire the dip of his slim waist and the perfectly round swell of his butt. He nudges Jimin’s legs apart to make space for himself between them and lifts him up by his hips until his knees catch on the mattress to hold his weight up.
“Ready?” Jeongguk asks while his hands caress the cheeks of his ass.
“I think so, yeah.”
He dives in right away, like a parched man stumbling upon an oasis in the desert. He kisses a line down from the base of his spine towards his wet, fluttering hole, burying his nose into the origin of Jimin’s unique fragrance. Jeongguk’s never been this obsessed with somebody’s scent before, so the insane arousal and insatiable hunger he feels as his tongue laps up the slick sends shockwaves up his spine, into his brain. He isn’t sure what’s going on. All he knows is that he simultaneously wants to eat him dry and fuck him so good he won’t be able to walk for days after.
He’s barely started but Jimin’s a moaning mess already, wrecked by his first orgasm and the fact Jeongguk barely gave him a break after he peaked. With two fingers and his tongue inside of him, Jimin trembles like a leaf, his sweet voice playing staccato with thrumming music filtering through the walls in the background.
He oozes slick so abundantly the excess drips down Jeongguk’s jaw, and Jeongguk drinks him like an addict.
“Ah—ah—Je—Jeongguk...” Jimin’s arms scramble for purchase on the sheets when Jeongguk presses his face into his ass, fucking his tongue as deep as he can reach. “Ah—s-stop—”
“Don’t want to cum again?” Jeongguk asks with an amused smile spreading on his face, proud of the wreck he made of Jimin. He leans back a little and wipes the slick off his face, licking his fingers clean afterwards so he doesn’t waste a drop.
“Not like this,” Jimin says softly.
“How do you wanna cum, then?” Jeongguk leans over Jimin’s smaller frame, guiding his cock between his fat, slick-soaked crack. It fits between his clefts so well, and it feels heavenly when he lowers the weight of his body on top of him.
Jimin rocks back into his body instead of answering with his words and the head of his cock catches on his rim.
“Fuck—”
“Fuck me,” Jimin whimpers.
“Fuck, okay, one sec—” Jeongguk says, leaning over the side of the bed, roping for his jeans. “Fuck, where’s... where’s the fucking—Ahh, got it!” he exclaims when he finds a condom in his jeans pocket.
Jimin giggles breathlessly, giggles, and it’s so cute, and such a contrast to the sounds he previously made, it sends Jeongguk’s mind into a loop. Collecting himself and slipping the condom on at the same time isn’t a simple task, but then he reclaims his previous position between Jimin’s legs and guides the bulgy head of his cock to his entrance, and that helps him refocus.
When he pushes past the rim, Jimin isn’t giggling anymore. The long, lewd moan escaping him urges Jeongguk on, and he watches his generously sized cock disappear in that perky little ass inch after inch. He places a firm hand on top of Jimin’s belly; goddess, he loves feeling his cock move inside his partners, his sheer size carving itself into space where they shouldn’t realistically fit.
It knocks the breath out of Jimin; his pink hair is a sweaty mess, and the flush down his neck matches it in colour, beautiful in the dirtiest sense of the word.
“Too much?” Jeongguk asks, caressing the alluring curve of his waist when Jimin twitches under him and one of his knees slips on the silky sheets.
“I’ll be fine, j-just... give me a sec.’
“You have as long as you need,” Jeongguk assures him.
He smooths a hand up his back in a caress that’s meant for comfort. While the above average size of his cock is mostly an advantage, such an advantage comes with setbacks, too. Mostly betas, but sometimes inexperienced omegas struggle to fit him inside. He waits until Jimin stretches and relaxes around Jeongguk’s girth, the muscles relaxing and allowing the alpha to slip even deeper. He’s impatient to move, to claim this omega as his for good, and Jimin’s right there with him, eager to rock his hips, slowly fucking himself on Jeongguk’s still dick.
It’s a bewitching sight, watching his cock disappear and reappear in his ass. Jimin looks downright sinful in this position, nothing like the shy omega who tried to stay two steps away from him on the balcony. The pillow muffles Jimin’s moans and gasps, but Jeongguk still thrives on them. He thrusts into him once, twice, experimentally, meeting Jimin halfway and drawing the same addictive sounds from him again and again.
He grips his hips tighter when his knees slip from the force of Jeongguk’s hips, and Jimin scrambles to get a steady hold of the sheets. Jeongguk’s fingers dig into meat and bones, holding him up and lifting the pressure from his body. He can tell when Jimin gives up the last threads of control because his alpha howls victoriously when he succumbs.
They’re a mess of moans and groans and whines and broken syllables; Jimin’s so wet his slick is gushing down both of their thighs, smearing on the sheets and on their bodies, yet it’s not enough. Jeongguk needs more, more, more, more—
He slides his hands onto Jimin’s flanks and picks him up, pulling him into an upright position and enveloping him in his arms to press his back against his chest. His hips never stutter fucking him, not even when Jimin’s hands fly up to hold on to his arms and his head rolls back onto his shoulder. His neck is beautifully exposed, like an offering to Jeongguk’s alpha.
Jeongguk grinds into him, rolling his hips with each thrust until Jimin mewls from the overwhelming amount of sensation coursing through his body. His voice cracks over a moan when Jeongguk pulls one of his hands lower to grip his neglected cock, squeezing and pumping and thumbing its head until Jimin shakes from the intensity of everything that’s happening to him.
“Ah—ah—ah—”
Jeongguk buries his face in Jimin’s neck and leaves sloppy kisses wherever his lips land; Jimin’s head lolls to the side, giving Jeongguk full access to do whatever he wants to do, and Jeongguk does the first thing his instincts tell him: sucks on his scent gland.
Jimin’s body twitches, and then—
“I’m—I’m gonna cum—”
“Do that, sweetheart,” Jeongguk rumbles into his honey skin. He tightens his hold around Jimin’s hard cock and pistons into him until Jimin’s body seizes up. The convulsing muscles fight against Jeongguk’s hold and that sensation is too much. It’s triggering his own release. Time freezes around them as Jeongguk spurts into the condom, his release so intense it dims all of his senses.
They land on the bed in a pile, Jimin still under Jeongguk once they catch their breaths, Jeongguk’s face buried in Jimin’s sweaty locks of hair. He tilts his hips to the side and slowly frees his cock, careful to not hurt the other because of his post-orgasm sensitivity. Jeongguk watches Jimin’s hole twitch around nothing before he snaps out of it and redirects his attention to the used condom, tying it and wrapping it in a tissue before he throws it to the side.
Jimin doesn’t waste time recovering between the sheets; a little disoriented, he tries to clean himself as well as he can, but accepts Jeongguk’s help when he offers it, wiping off the drying slick from his ass and thighs.
The room is deafeningly silent after that, even with the heavy bass of the music outside. They slip back into their clothes and fix their hair in the mirror attached to the wardrobe in the corner, and Jeongguk leaves a note for Chulsoo on the nightstand, apologizing for the mess and offering to pay for dry cleaning.
Jimin looks terribly awkward as he stands next to the door, watching Jeongguk remove the soiled sheets and covers and deposit them in a neat pile on the floor.
“You don’t have to wait for me, you know,” Jeongguk tells him, and he ignores the hateful sneer his alpha is directing at him for sending this beautiful, perfect omega away so coldly after everything they did.
“Right,” Jimin says quietly. “Well, umm, this was fun. Now I get what everyone is talking about. Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for saving my evening,” Jeongguk replies.
“No problem. Bye.”
“Goodbye, Jimin-ssi.”
The conversation—if it can even be called that—weighs on Jeongguk’s mind after the omega is gone. He keeps puttering around the room, messing with the dirty sheets until he pulls a plastic bag from under the bed, successfully trapping the peachy, cinnamony vanilla whirlwind of a scent into it. He leaves the windows open and tracks his friends after that, but he still feels slightly off as he eases back into the partying crowd. It’s weird, because sending his partners away after sex has never felt this wrong before, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get the sight of Jimin out of his head, looking small and out of place in that big room.
It’s silly. Whatever Jimin feels is none of Jeongguk’s concern. If Jimin has a hard time dealing with what they’ve done, that’s none of Jeongguk’s problems. He’s no different from any other person he fucked.
Jeongguk doesn’t feel the need to linger around a party he doesn’t enjoy, so gives Chulsoo a heads-up about what to expect to find in that particular room before he takes off.
Luckily, he smells so intensely like peach and vanilla, even betas can pick up on it, and no one approaches him on his way to the elevator. He scans the groupchat on his phone he shares with his teammates to catch up on whatever he’s missed in the last hour, but then decides to head straight home instead of meeting Dongil and Youngjae at the burger joint they’re at with a few other friends.
The elevator ride down is uneventful, but what he doesn’t expect to find when he steps into the lobby is Jimin sitting anxiously on the sofa reserved for visitors across the reception.
If it was anyone else, Jeongguk would walk past without as much as a glance in their direction, but Jimin looks so lonely and dejected, Jeongguk’s wolf—who could really take Jeongguk’s advice and just shut up about this omega finally—feels so unsettled by the sight he’s physically unable to ignore him.
“You alright there?” he asks from across the lobby.
Jimin must have been zoning out because he startles when Jeongguk’s voice echoes off the marble walls. He almost drops his phone, and he looks sheepish when he meets Jeongguk’s eyes.
“I’m good! I’m trying to get a taxi, but they’re all cancelling on me.”
“Friday nights are usually busy,” Jeongguk muses. It’s an impossible mission to find a ride home at this time of the night. “Why don’t you walk? Do you live far from here?”
“Oh, no, not really, but... My best friend left with his crush, which means I’m on my own, and I don’t feel safe going outside smelling like... this.”
To demonstrate his point, he waves at himself awkwardly, unwilling to call it as it is: a mixture of slick and the fading pheromones of an alpha who abandoned him after sex.
“Where do you live?” Jeongguk asks before he can think twice. His wolf must be in control of his voice or something.
“Right across the Sunny Side Up.”
That’s the cute coffee shop halfway between campus and Jeongguk’s place. It’s barely a twenty-minute walk from here, but Jeongguk understands why Jimin is reluctant to make it home alone. The street he lives in accommodates not only the coffee shop but also several bars which must still be packed full of alphas, hunting for willing—and sometimes unwilling—omegas to spend the night with. Jeongguk knows most of them a little too well since they all have to share the same hunting grounds.
“I’ll walk you home,” he says, internally rolling his eyes at his wolf’s satisfied grin.
He’d pass that street on his way home, anyway.
“Really?” Jimin asks, perking up.
“Come before I change my mind,” Jeongguk says, not sure if he regrets his—or his wolf’s?—decision, but he can’t help smiling when Jimin scrambles to his feet and dashes over to him.
“Oh my goddess, thank you. I didn’t expect to be this lucky.”
“Not a problem, but we’ll not make a habit out of this.”
He leads Jimin out the door and welcomes the crispy evening breeze as it ruffles his hair.
They walk silently side by side, street after street. The omega seems unbothered in the quiet, but Jeongguk keeps throwing subtle glances at his side profile every time they pass under a street lamp. He looks gorgeous even when Jeongguk’s judgement isn’t clouded by pheromones and arousal.
What a pity.
If Jimin’s aware of his glances, he ignores them completely, lost in his own world. They turn onto a busier street and walk past the bars Jeongguk worried about in the lobby, and then he recognises the blindingly yellow neon logo of the Sunny Side Up.
“This is me,” Jimin says, coming to a stop in front of a modest four storey building. “Thanks for walking me home.”
“No problem,” Jeongguk replies, nodding towards the other end of the street. “I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea, though. This wasn’t an invitation for round two. I’m heading home,” Jeongguk adds and Jimin shakes his head immediately.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t.”
“Good.”
“Have a good night then, Jeongguk.”
“You too, Jimin,” Jeongguk watches as Jimin lets himself into his building and disappears behind the closing door.
He pockets his hands and continues down the road alone, ignoring the anguish his wolf sent himself into while walking away from the omega.