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Jungkook goes back to the hotel right after the show, not caring about anything else rather than getting some rest. He's been out all day and he's exhausted. The show didn't exactly go as planned because he thinks he's being too petty now, but he stands by his words regardless.

It's just so draining, though.

He walks through the hotel entrance just in time to see a fancy black SUV pull up and a man dressed in black opens the back door. Jungkook sighs to himself as he sees none other than Kim Seokjin exiting the car.

Of course, they'd have them staying at the same hotel.

He hurries into the ground floor of the hotel and tries to hurry towards the elevator, but it takes forever to finally get down to him and by the time it dings to announce its opening, a familiar scent becomes stronger.

Riding alone in an elevator with Kim Seokjin wasn't exactly on Jungkook's to-do list for today, but it happens regardless. Unfortunately, they're the only two who step inside the elevator and Jungkook is stuck to the very far corner of it just so he isn't near the politician. Wouldn't want to be near him anyway– except Jungkook's wolf gets all hot and stirred up inside and it really bothers Jungkook because What the fuck? Why?

The elevator goes right to the seventh floor with no interruptions and Jungkook is thankful as hell, but he halts in his step as he moves to get off on the floor because he's not the only one who takes that move.

He grumbles to himself and follows behind Seokjin, keeping his distance and keeping his eyes on his feet as they both walk down the hallway towards their rooms. Seokjin stops at room 113 and Jungkook stops in front of room 114. It angers him that the studio staff put them side by side.

He follows what Seokjin does, pulling his room keycard out of his pocket, except he fumbles a little bit with his unlike Seokjin, who is much more classy. But Seokjin glances over at him just in time to watch Jungkook fumble with his card, which makes him groan to himself and panic, hurrying to just get into his room.

But then the man chuckles as if he's making fun of Jungkook and all senses get thrown out of the omega's brain.

Seokjin puts his keycard into the door handle, it beeps happily, and he opens the door to step in, but right as he is about to, Jungkook speaks up before he can stop himself.

"Looks like you forgot something," he says, which causes the alpha to immediately stop in his tracks. He pulls his door back a little as he turns to look at Jungkook, his eyes meeting the omega's, wondering what he wants from him now.

"What could I have possibly forgotten?"

Jungkook pushes his keycard into the door to unlock it, sliding the door open before he shrugs. "You didn't try using your charm on me like you said." He holds up the keycard beside his head sassily, faking a pout and pretending to be disappointed. "How will we ever know whether or not your charm works on me, alpha?"

Unlike the alpha lashing out like he thought he might, Seokjin simply pulls his door shut ever so slowly. He pockets his keycard and then begins making his way towards Jungkook. He didn't think this through. At all. But the alpha's scent is so strong and Jungkook's knees might feel a little weak now.

Seokjin steps right up to him and then leans down to his level. His eyes are piercing and dark, ready to challenge Jungkook.

He sniffs very animatedly like an overdramatic actor on stage.

"Hm." He tilts his head and fakes a sympathetic expression. "Looks like I don't have to charm you. You're already smelling a little desperate, omega."

Jungkook blinks back into reality and gets a whiff of how stupidly compelled his wolf is. He groans. "It's your fault," he immediately blames Seokjin, who raises his eyebrows in question. "Your stupid alpha scent. Put a cap on it or something. It's too strong. It's annoying."

"I could say the same to you, omega."

Jungkook hates the way he shudders– he's the one who started calling him alpha first, so he shouldn't be so aroused by the dumbest, simplest thing like that. It's just a name.

"You smell like trees if they were glazed in syrup."

Seokjin shrugs. "And you smell like spring and summer personified."

They pause and look into each other's eyes. Jungkook is well aware of how strong their scents are right now. He's aware that their scents smell like one big breezy picnic on a late spring day and that it smells amazing. It covers the entire hall by now, surely.

Seokjin's eyes are sharp, his voice is smooth like the syrupy scent of his, and his lips are so plump and kissable and–

Jungkook is now staring at his lips. Great.

"What is it, omega?" Seokjin suddenly asks, a small smirk tugging at his lips as Jungkook looks back up into his eyes. "Are you gonna do something useful or should I just go back to my room now?"

It's instinct, the way his eyes fall back to those luscious lips, and it's sinful. But he wants to feel useful– his wolf wants to feel useful. He wants to do something.

He grabs Seokjin by his stupid navy blue tie and tugs him forwards, letting the alpha have a chance to stop him. Seokjin doesn't, so Jungkook lifts himself up on his toes and attaches his lips right onto the alpha's warm ones, first with the desire to prove something and then with the demand to shut the alpha up for good.

He moans into Seokjin's lips as he feels hands land on his waist, pulling him in for more. Their lips part and suddenly everything goes downhill from there.

Seokjin leads Jungkook into the already open door, both moaning as Jungkook's back gets pressed into the wall. For a split second, Seokjin pulls away just so he can kick the door shut and then he's right back to Jungkook's lips, kissing them until they're swollen and bright pink.

Jungkook's wolf feels both infinite excitement and restlessness; it won't be satisfied until he gets the alpha's knot inside of him. Just the thought has Jungkook's scent spiking high, slick oozing out of his hole because the omega is so ready for it.

"Seokjin-ssi." He cards his fingers through the alpha's hair and tugs, moaning as Seokjin's scent spikes as well.

He undoes the tie and slips it off, then guides the blazer off of Seokjin's shoulders just to throw it to the floor carelessly. He feels up the alpha's arms, shoulders, chest, and neck, loving every inch of skin he feels and wanting it against him even more.

"Bed, please."

Seokjin pulls away from their messy kiss, panting lightly to catch his breath and glancing over the omega one more time. His pupils are dilated and Jungkook feels the need to make this alpha feel good right now.

So, he leads the way to the bed and unbuckles his belt at the foot of it. Seokjin does the same, undoing his pants and stripping himself along with Jungkook. In a rush, they both get naked and Jungkook lies on the bed, quickly followed by Seokjin, whose skin is warm as he plants himself between Jungkook's legs and lowers himself to kiss him once again.

Slick oozes out of Jungkook as he feels the alpha's skin. Arms, legs, hips, his kiss, and the weight of his cock against his– it all feels like a wet dream.

"You sure you want this?" Seokjin asks.

"Yes, please."

Seokjin groans and Jungkook mewls as the alpha's eager fingers brush against his hole, circling around slowly and smearing the wet coconut scented slick all over his rim. More slick comes out as Seokjin digs the tip of his finger into his hole, watching with a hungry look in his eyes as he toys with Jungkook so dangerously. He sticks the very tip of his finger in and out a few times, making the omega squirm in anticipation.

"Hurry up," Jungkook orders him breathlessly, needily. Seokjin digs his finger in all the way and Jungkook shudders, sinking his ass down onto the feeling and loving the slow push and pull of warmth against his slick hole. "A-Another one."

"So needy," the alpha rasps out.

Seokjin presses his lips into Jungkook's thigh as he fingers him, leaving little bites along his skin which makes the omega's dick twitch, now hard and begging to be touched, but Jungkook won't touch himself. Not yet.

Once his fingers curl up into Jungkook's prostate, the omega's head pushes further into the pillow and he moans approvingly– embarrassingly– into the thick air. He pushes the back of his hand against his mouth, but Seokjin reaches up and pulls it away.

"Let me hear you, omega."

Once again, Jungkook moans, much lighter and more whiney this time. Slick is now dripping onto the bed and has coated Seokjin's fingers. Every time Seokjin fucks his fingers into his prostate, Jungkook feels the weight of his cock becoming too much to handle without holding back.

"A-Alpha," he calls out with a whimper. Seokjin looks up at him, eyes fixated and fingers slowing down. "Please f-fuck me now. Not gonna last long."

Seokjin listens, pulling his fingers out and unashamedly using his slick covered fingers to finally touch himself. He runs his fingers along his long, flushed cock and Jungkook shudders as he watches the alpha begin pumping just the red tip of it.

He crawls up further until he's face to face with Jungkook again and their eyes meet up until Jungkook feels the tip of Seokjin's dick prod against his hole. The omega's eyes shut tight and his lips part with such a pleased moan as he's finally given what he wanted. Seokjin slides into him with ease, almost like he's meant to take it like this.

After he's in all the way, Seokjin pecks Jungkook's lips and pushes the hair out of his sweaty face.

"There you go, omega. So good for alpha, aren't you?"

Jungkook whines and wraps his arms lazily around Seokjin's shoulders, melting completely under the alpha's touch and heavy scent. He melts into the mattress and loves having a big alpha fuck into him repeatedly, rasping praises into his ears as he sucks on his neck and leaves marks that he probably shouldn't.

But it just feels so damn good.

Seokjin leans up a bit, making Jungkook's arms fall from his shoulders, and then he takes ahold of Jungkook's wrists and pins them to the sides of his head. Jungkook's eyes roll back as Seokjin pins him to the bed and then becomes merciless, picking up the pace and fucking right into his prostate like he knew exactly where it was all along.

"O-Oh, fuck. Fuck," Jungkook cries out as his legs begin to tremble. Seokjin smirks down at him and fuck, it's hot.

Little moans and gasps slip from Jungkook's lips and he even drools on himself a little, his eyes falling shut as Seokjin uses him and fucks him well. He pounds endlessly into his prostate and Jungkook is covered in his own slick by now, but the feeling is better than ever.

"That's right," Seokjin lets out as he lifts his hand up to Jungkook's chin and grazes his index finger over his wet lips, smearing his drool. "Take it, omega."

Jungkook pulls his wrist out from under Seokjin's hold and finally touches himself as he notices the alpha's scent becoming much more needy with that desire to come undone.

He circles his fist around his hard, leaking dick and just after a few strokes, his legs clasp around Seokjin's waist and his back arches, dick throbbing and body feeling like it's been set on fire as he begins spilling cum all over his tummy and shaking as he does so.

Seokjin growls and skims his sharp teeth over Jungkook's bruised up neck, but doesn't bite into his skin. His hips stutter and Jungkook shudders as he feels the base of Seokjin's knot trying to push into him.

He gathers enough energy to fuck himself down against Seokjin's hips, whimpering as he feels the stretch of his knot pushing in inch by inch until eventually, Seokjin pushes it all the way through and starts squirting his cum into him, moaning right over Jungkook's shoulder as he spills so much of his seed inside of him. Jungkook is pretty sure he'll be feeling this for days.

Seokjin is in a daze as he pants breathlessly, but he still reaches over to the tissue box on the bedside table and opens the box, taking out a few tissues and wiping Jungkook off. He throws the tissues into the trash– some tissues miss the can, but they'll worry about that tomorrow.

He slips his arms under Jungkook's back and pulls him up gently so they're laying on their sides, but his knot is still inside of him. It should be an uncomfortable position, but they're so high off of their orgasms that they don't care. It feels great.

In fact, they fall asleep in each other's arms.

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