Jimin with exhaustion steps into work, the small little cafe he's been working at for the past few years. It sat right outside a huge office building, hence why it stunk of sour alpha pheromones that radiated from the building. He generally hated the alpha smell, it was always bitter and foul stench. There was only one scent he enjoyed, and that was the sweet and flowery smell of Jungkook when he wasn't asserting his dominance that is. For some reason his wolf loved it, was addicted to Jungkook's smell that he would find himself rubbing against anything where his scent lingered.

"Morning Chim! How you doing?" A beta chimes at him from behind the counter, Jimin sniffs his delicate vanilla scent.

"I'm fine-just a little tired." Jimin goes into the back, putting his bag away and grabbing his small apron that hung loosely around his hips.

"Was it a hard one?" The beta asked, well aware the struggles Jimin goes through each and every month.

"Always is Hoseok, always fucking is." Jimin walks to him while tying his apron.

Hoseok nods in understanding, he's been there for Jimin through some of them. Placing cold towels on his hot skin or running ice baths trying to ease his heat. It's hard being an unmated omega during heat, especially for male ones like Jimin. Hoseok could only image the pain he must go through.

"How long did it last this time? You could've called me you know." Hoseok couldn't lie he felt hurt he didn't call, Jimin knew Hoseok would drop everything to help they've been friends since they were kids.

"It was long Hoseok, a whole week of pain and agony. It never seems to get any easier no matter how many times I go through it. And anyway I didn't want to bother you, Jungkook came over to help." Jimin closes his heavy eyes, his wolf wined at the mention of his name.

This morning the tension between them was so thick and smothering it caused him a headache. Jungkook and him have been doing this little dance for awhile now. Arguing over whether they should be together or not. Which always resulted in Jungkook abusing his dominance and making him mad for doing so. It wasn't that Jimin didn't want to be with him it all came down to his sleazy father or step father that is.

His arrogance and need to control was suffocating, he never felt save when he was with him. His pheromones were a disgusting mixture of sour lemons and rotting eggs. Jungkook despised him, hated his existence since he was a child. His father died before he was born, he never got to know him but got to know his asshole step dad that came into his life at the ripe age of one. His step father didn't approve of anything he did, Jungkook blamed it on his masculinity or lack there of. He is frighten of Jungkook, he knew how powerful he was, what a strong alpha male he was in comparison.

Jungkook was one of those rare wolfs like Jimin, a unique breed of pure alphas that were the strongest, most dominating of them all. His step father didn't like that, meant Jungkook could easily dominate him whenever he wanted.

But his step dad was all he had left, his mother past when he was still in school. He didn't handle it well, got into fights, had numerous suspensions and constantly arguing with his step father. Since then they haven't been very close, whenever they did see each other Jungkook always came up with slide remarks and found ways to piss him off.

"Oh? Jungkook, hows that going? You guys official yet?" Hoseok knew of their little off and on relationship, he didn't quite understand why they didn't just mate.

Jimin instinctively growls, his wolf wining almost pleading to him to say yes. His wolf was sick of not being claimed, all it did was yearn for Jungkook, pine for him when he wasn't near.

"Drop it Hoseok, I don't want to talk about it. Let's just get to work." Jimin's emotions were still unsteady, still extremely sensitive.

"Woah there feisty, don't bite me." Hoseok chuckles, trying to lighten the mood as he could smell Jimin's slightly sour scent lingering.

Jimin snorts, he'd usually laugh along with Hoseok's humour but not today. He was on edge from his heat and the fact he's got to meet this dumb alpha his father picked. He hated being set up, his father means well but Jimin wanted to chose for himself. It was the twenty first century, no one gets arranged marriages these days.

Jimin sighs deflated, going out to clean tables before they opened. He wished just like always he wasn't an omega, their lives weren't worth living to him. They get dealt the worst hand, the worst jobs, worst paths in life. When he was a kid he dreamt of being an alpha, thought fighting or being aggressive to other kids would make certain of that. But of course it didn't, he was fated to this life of being a weak little omega and he despised every minute of it.

He hated being weak, needing an alpha every month to help him through something he didn't even want. Or that wherever he went, he'd hear cat whistles, sniffing of noses. He couldn't walk around in his own stench in fear he'd be pounced on by any alpha that passed. This wasn't the life he wanted, so his father forcing his wants on how his life should go only angered him more.

While he cleans the table the bell chimes, an immediate scent of pine and fleshly cut grass wavers in. Jimin flicks his head behind, raising an eyebrow when a beta comes in holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Is there a Park Jimin here?" The slender beta reads from his notepad, Jimin stares at him stunned for a moment, lost as to why he'd be sent a bouquet.

"Umm yeah-that's me?" Jimin lifts his arm up slightly, the beta instantly smiles, handing him the overlarge bouquet.

"Great! Sign here please." He shows him the notepad, Jimin still stunned signs it, watching as the beta leaves.

"Whose the secret admire you haven't told me about Jimin?" Hoseok leans over the counter, curious himself as to who sent them.

Jimin turns to him with confused eyes, dashing his head down to look over the flowers. He noticed a small note sticking out, he picks it up.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful Omega

With love, you're Alpha

Jimin re-reads it again and again, at a loss for who could've sent them. Though he had an idea, there's only one alpha he knows.

"I think it's from Jungkook." Jimin shows Hoseok the card, he starts sniffing the flowers, they smelt nice, calming.

"I didn't know he was sap, guess he does have a heart." Hoseok laughs, Jimin snatches back the card.

"Don't ruin the moment, I think it's really sweet. He's never done this before, it's nice." Jimin goes to find something to put them in, placing the flowers on top of the counter to show off how pretty they are.

Jimin couldn't stop looking at them, they made his wolf howl with joy. He'd never been sent flowers before, no one had ever cared to or he supposed loved him enough to do so. This made him feel happy, he wasn't having the best of days but this certainly changed that. Maybe mating with Jungkook wouldn't be so bad, after all he was the only alpha that could make him feel this way.

"Someone smells happy, your scent is becoming sickly sweet." Hoseok's nose sniffs the air, Jimin blushes when he realised he was right.

"Sorry, it's just they're nice. Jungkook always seems to know how to make me smile." Jimin gently touches one of the white rose petals, feeling how silky it is between his fingers.

Hoseok pats his back, enjoying seeing Jimin happy when he usually wasn't. Jimin rests his elbow on the counter, admiring the flowers while his mind gets lost back into old memories of Jungkook and him. The first time they'd ever had sex, the first time Jungkook helped him through one.

Jimin wakes up with his skin sticky, sheets soaked in his warm sweat. His body shivers as if it was cold yet he was boiling to the touch. Every muscle ached, limbs stiff and rigid.

"Ah-Ahh!" Jimin moans unconsciously, his mind in a haze due to his heat.

He arches his back off the bed, trying to stretch his muscles to ease the aching. His eyes squirm around the room, searching for his phone.

"F-fuck! Ahh." He rolls into his side, hands ruffling around, clinging to his sheets.

Why now? It was to early, he'd only just had his heat two weeks ago. He lets out another unwanted moan, feeling warm slick seep down his leg, drenching his boxers.

"Npghhh Ahh." Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, feeling a wave of painful pleasure wash over him.

He leans over to his side table, scrambling to pull open his draw. His fingers desperately clutch into his suppressants, grabbing them out. With trembling fingers he pops two out, stuffing them in his dry mouth.

"Ahh-ah." He feels more slick oozing, his legs start writhing about.

His heart races rapidly in his chest, pupils dilating, his violet eyes turning an aggressive deep purple. It hurt, his entire body in complete agony. He already knew the suppressants wouldn't work, they never did.

"Fuck fuck!" Jimin clenches his fists, he didn't want this, not now not ever.

He reaches over again to his table, gripping his phone that laid on top. He needed to call him, he needed his help just like he always did. His thumb presses his ID, he starts hearing it dial.

"P-please pick up! Ahh-fuck pick up." Jimin's voice cracks, growing more and more impatient the longer it rings.

He almost cries when it goes to voicemail, hearing his answering machine. He tries again, begging he'd answer this time.

"Hey it's your hope, sorry I can't answer the phone right now but leave me your love and I'll call you back."

Jimin cries out, cursing that he didn't answer when he needed him. His throat was beginning to hurt, growing horse from the painful moans he was being forced to make. He tries to think, though it's hard when his mind is clouded with lust. But suddenly while he scrolls through his contacts, his name pops up. His finger hovered over it, debating is he should call him, they'd only just meet but his wolf kept screaming at him to do it. He had to call him, he might be the only one who could help. With reluctance but no choice he presses his name, the same dialling tone echos.

Jungkook played with the rum in his glass, stirring it around in his grip. His friends sat around him, all drinking as it was what they did. Meet up at expensive bars, complain about their jobs, crack jokes. Which Jungkook usually was apart of but his mind and attention kept drifting else where. Something in the pit of his stomach didn't feel right, his wolf becoming restless. Since meeting that gorgeous little omega the other day he couldn't get him out of his mind. Not that his wolf let him, kept howling for him, wining for him.

When he woke up this morning he didn't feel right, like his body knew something was coming, preparing for what he didn't know. His wolf had been acting strange too, growing aggressive for no reason or snapping at every little thing. It felt almost like the beginning of his rut but he knew that couldn't be, he just had it. Then a buzzing in his pocket jolted him from his daze, he slides his hand in to grab it. Without looking at the ID he answers.

"Hello Jungkook speaking?" He answered it like he always did, having to sound professional incase it was work.

"Ahh-Jung-Ahh Kook!" Jimin's high pitched moans pierce through the phone, catching him off guard.

"Jimin?" He pulls the phone away slightly, checking the ID to see that it was him.

"H-help Ahh..it hurts." Jimin whimpers pathetically, unable to control himself.

"What hurts? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Jungkook  immediately perks up, wolf howling at the thought of him being hurt.

Jimin's body tenses, wolf wining at his deep voice, at the concern lacing his voice. Sweat forms in puddles on his skin, boxers now soaking wet with slick.

"Please..-Ahh I need you! Fuck-come fuck me." He didn't know what he was saying anymore, heat taking control.

Jungkook's wolf growls at that, ordering him to comply. He heard more of Jimin's sinful moans, it doing things to him he didn't want especially when he was in public. That's when he knew what was happening, Jimin's heat had started and he called him, called him for help. It made his wolf howl in pride,  triumphant in the knowledge Jimin wanted him.

"Jimin where are you?" He tried to keep his voice calm even though it was desperate to release anger growls.

"Ahh-Ahh Kook! I need you..please it hurts. I want you inside me." Jimin had lost complete control of his mind, just desperate to relief this pain.

Jungkook lets out a low, dominating growl. His words hitting him right in the gut. His wolf was losing it, rutting around crying for Jimin, his moans messing with his sanity.

"Where are you Jimin!" He asked with more aggression, he himself losing control.

Jimin instinctively whimpers, wolf submitting easily to his dominating command.

"H-home..I'm home!" Jimin chokes through the phone, beginning to unconsciously humping into his mattress.

"Stay right there, I'm coming. Don't you dare touch yourself okay?" Jungkook kept his dominating tone, standing up in his chair.

Jimin wines but nods his head, then immediately replies when he realised he couldn't see that. Jungkook didn't spare his friends a glance, who stare at him confused when he just walks away.

"Get into a cold bath Jimin, cool yourself down before I get there. I won't be long." Jungkook storms out the bar, almost sprinting to his car.

His wolf growls at him to hurry, not wanting to waste another second. Jimin moans again, giving up on holding them back. He tries getting up but cries in pain, body aching.

"I-can't..Jungkook please." Tears begin falling unwanted, his need to be dominated only growing.

"You can, get in the bath now Jimin. You need to stay cool, do that for me." Jungkook's alpha instincts kick in, ordering Jimin to do anything he says.

Jimin sucks in a harsh breath, chest aching, it hurts with every inhale and exhale he took. But his body moves, the omega in him wanting to listen, do what the alpha told him.

"O-Okay.." His feet swing to the side, gently being placed on the soft carpet.

"Good boy, I'm almost there." Jimin moans at the praise, limping to the bathroom where he turns on the tap.

His heavy breathing stifles through the phone, sending Jungkook's wolf berserk with arousal. He presses down on the accelerator harder, wanting to get there faster. After Jimin removes his sweat, slick soaked clothing he slowly lowers his aching body into the icy water, hissing when it touches his burning skin.

"I'm inside...still hot!" Jimin clings to the rim of the bath, another wave of pleasure takes over.

He moans louder, back arching, more slick tainting the fresh water. He could hear Jungkook growl hungrily into the phone, causing goosebumps, making his wolf wine for him.

"I'm here, hold on Jimin." Jungkook abruptly ends the phone call, Jimin throws his phone to the floor, still in a fit of moans.

Jungkook sprints up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. He was panting by the top, though he didn't dwell as he's running to his apartment number. He practically kicks the door open, his own alpha instincts controlling him.

"Jimin? Jimin!" He screams when he gets in, frantically looking around the apartment.

His nose sniffs the air, Jimin's scent was painfully strong, the whole place smelt of desire, the sweet pheromones of vanilla and coconut. His ears perk up to the sound of moaning, immediately dashing in that direction. He pushes open the bathroom door, being welcomed to a naked Jimin engorged in water. The smell only intestines, Jimin's stench was smothering him.

"Ahh Kook! Please..please help me." Jimin reaches out to him, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to go to him.

He wraps his arms strongly around him, feeling how hot his skin still was even being engulfed in cold water.

"You're still so hot." Jungkook brushes the back of his hand over his forehead, Jimin whimpers at the touch.

Jimin rubs into him, his wolf finding comfort in his powerful scent. Jungkook does the same, pushing his face into the crook of his neck. He lifts up Jimin's rigid body, Jimin lets him willingly. He carries him out and into the bedroom, placing him gently on the damp sheets.

"Ahh fuck me! Please Jungkook-I need you." Jimin's skin glistened, muscles contracting.

Jungkook growls so ferociously, so deep it sent Jimin's wolf quivering. Jungkook had never felt so affected, so desperate to do what he asked. He's dealt with omegas heats before but never been so fazed by it like he was with Jimin's. His wolf was going crazy, couldn't take it, he needed Jimin just as much as he needed him.

"Fuck Jimin-fuck I want you so badly. Let me fuck you, let me have you." Jungkook tares at his shirt, ripping it to pieces.

Jimin howls at the sight, getting more turned on than he already was at the delicious image of Jungkook's toned, muscular chest.

"Yes-Yes...fuck me Jungkook. Take me now." Jimin trying to entice him more opens his legs, Jungkook gets the glorious sight of seeing his ass and thighs drenching in slick, cock red, pulsating.

"I will Jimin, I'm going to fuck you so good you'll be begging me for more." Jungkook forcefully yanks off his belt, pulling his pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes.

Jimin's wolf mules in satisfaction, wanting nothing more than to be devoured, fucked hard and raw. He spreads his legs further apart, encouraging Jungkook to slip between them. He whimpers in pain, Jungkook hovers over him, his weight dipping the bed.

"It's going to be okay Jimin, I'm going to make it all better." He smothers his face into his neck, coating him in his scent, claiming him as his own.

Jimin moans in desperation, needing more, more of his scent, more of his touch. Jungkook slid his cold hands down his burning skin, earning more beautiful moans to escape Jimin's dry lips.

"Ahh Kook! More..more." Jimin bucks his hips up, needing the friction to ease his pain.

Jungkook growls in his throat, his fingers softly touching his inner thigh, being coated in a layer of his slick that merged there. Jimin squirms restlessly, feeling his fingers move up, pressing harder into his sensitive flesh. Jimin's whole body clenched, cruel screams morphing when Jungkook penetrated his needy hole with two fingers.

"You're so wet Jimin-ah, so fucking wet for me and only me." This was his wolf talking, screaming at him to claim him, mark him as his own.

Jimin can't speak, only agonising moans were able to leave his lips. It satisfies Jungkook and his wolf, edging him on to move his fingers, sliding them in and out cruelly.

"What do you do to me Jimin, I've never wanted anyone so fucking bad." Jungkook kept fingering him, pressing his face into his neck needing to show his ownership.

"Fuck me Jungkook..fuck me."

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Woah that was a hot one ! Got to love some omega/alpha smut

Love you my honeybuns