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"Wait, honey bun, you said something came up." Jimin tried to calm the omega who pushed him against the bathroom door and kissed him breathless.

"It did," Jungkook murmured, nipping under his jaw. "I'm wet and horny."

"We are in the restaurant."

"Mhmm...in one of the bathroom stalls to be precise," Jungkook corrected him.

"Someone could walk in on us."

"Then you better be quiet." The omega knelt on the floor with a wicked smile, teasing his lips.

"Baby, what—"

Jungkook unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling it down along with his underwear to free his semi hardened cock. "Shh...You were so hot, volunteering to kill them. Thanks to my slick plug, I didn't wet my pants. I can't wait till tonight to reward my alpha."

Jimin's eyes darkened. The omega simply thrust a bottle of scent blocking spray in his hands.

"As much as I hate it, I'd rather not anyone smell you right now."

The alpha immediately sprayed it on himself. Jungkook got to work without waiting. He was getting so skilled in sucking him off these days. As much as their pup and his father-in-law was a few rooms away from them and they shouldn't be doing this in a public space, Jimin couldn't really complain.

It was quick and they were acting like a horny mess, but Jimin loved every moment of it. He threw his head back, allowing his omega to take the lead.

If a few minutes later, they returned to the table, looking flushed and blaming their absence on Jungkook's nausea, no one had to know the truth.