IRREPLACEABLE || JIKOOK ✅

7. (M) 🔞

JUNGKOOK POV

Many hours later...

Jungkook's eyes opened.

He stared up at the ceiling, momentarily forgetting where
he was. It took a few seconds.

Looking over the warm body of the omega cuddled up against him helped bring him back to
the present.

Jimin's head rested on his shoulder, sleep having
claimed the man.

Jungkook lifted a hand to brush back a little of the guy's too long bangs and got his first really good look at the omega.

He's perfect.

Long, dark lashes swept over cheekbones, his hair and
brows and smooth his skin was.

His skin was lightly tanned with
a few freckles peeking out.

Jungkook's gazed swept down
to the full lips that begged to
be kissed.

Jimin's eyes were golden.

The fire had almost made them look as if they were aflame.

Jungkook was fairly sure he could look at those eyes for
the rest of his life.

Jungkook closed his own eyes, realizing the insanity of that contemplation.

What have I done?

This wasn't the way he'd expected his weekend to go
running from the end of a bad relationship and spending a
night having wild, animalistic
sex with another man.

A stranger.

Yet not a stranger, if he's mine.

Jungkook had never
experienced full rut and his
body was sore all over.

One night and he was already exhausted.

There were three more to come After five rounds of sex on the floor at least he thought it had been five, the hours had merged together after a certain point they'd fallen asleep before the fireplace.

Jungkook carefully extracted himself from where Jimin lay
and dragged himself to his feet.

He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

Draining it in one long gulp,
he then grabbed another two
bottles and walked back to
the living room.

Outside was barely gray.

The fire had long died out
and now there was a chill in
the room.

He worried about his omega.

They had little time to spare before the next wave came.

Jungkook knelt beside Jimin
and opened one of the bottles before lifting the omega's head and tilting the bottle close.

"Drink, baby."

Jimin's eyes flickered open
and then closed before he took
a few drinks.

His eyes opened again and his hand took over the bottle,
lifting it to drain the contents.

He handed the bottle back to Jungkook.

"More." Jimin cried, his voice hoarse from all the cries of pleasure that had ripped
from him over the night.

Jungkook had another ready
and opened it before handing
it to the omega.

Jimin drained half of the bottle before lowering it and sighing.

"Thank you."

He took the bottle from Jimin
and drank the rest of it.

"We can't get dehydrated."

It was then that he
remembered the omega
reaching for the case of water.

He saw it beside the bags
still left just inside the door.

Jungkook quickly lifted Jimin
in his arms.

"What're you doing?"

"Taking you somewhere more comfortable while we have
time." Jungkook murmured, knowing their time was brief.

Jimin struggled in his arms.

"I can walk."

Jungkook clenched him tighter, drawing the naked man closer.

"Stop." he growled.

Even the little moment of
fighting turned him on.

Jimin looked up at him, those golden eyes bright with lust.

"Let me take you to
bed." Jungkook said, his voice growing deeper to his own ears.

The omega's eyes narrowed
and Jungkook was fairly sure
the man was about to argue
with him again.

The thought brought a smile to his lips... he happily anticipated the spark of anger in the omega.

Jungkook nearly dropped the man then and there to take him again. Instead, he rushed into the first-floor master suite.

After depositing Jimin into a covered chair, he stripped the dust cover from the huge
bed and checked for sheets.

Luckily, the bed was made underneath.

Spinning, he eyed Jimin and
felt another wave of heat hit.

"Get in." he growled before pointing back out to the
living room.

"Water."

Jimin nodded.

"Meal bars... in the bag..."

He struggled to leave Jimin.

He heard the panting need
in the omega's voice.

After collecting the case of
water, the box of meal bars and Jimin's bag, he returned to the bedroom and deposited them
all beside the chair.

He stalked to the end of the
bed and eyed the man,
writhing in the sheets.

Jimin lay there, stroking his
hard cock and moaning.

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, delighted to watch the show before him a moment longer.

His hands fisted at his sides as he watched Jimin's pleasure, wanting to be the one to give it.

Mine.

The word whispered in his
mind again, unsettling him.

What in the hell are we doing?

We're practically strangers...

Jimin's moan flipped a switch
in Jungkook's mind.

All wayward thoughts faded
in an instant.

A growl rose up Jungkook's throat before he slid into the bed and pinned his omega below him.

And then he proceeded to fuck Jimin six ways from Sunday.