Omega Jimin sells aphrodisiac candles, the secret ingredient being his own slick. The candles weren't popular, but fortunately for broke Jimin, a CEO Alpha named Yoongi found out about the candles. After buying every single one, he tracked Jimin down, wanting more. #nsfw

based on this mess from @No1SeokjinTrash and @sarahgingersnap

threadfic coming soon

Jimin liked to think of himself as pretty crafty. He’s made paper flowers and picture frames. He’s decorated his and Taehyung’s apartment with do it yourself kick knacks he found on Pinterest.

He had dreams of being able to support himself on selling his creations, but so far all he’s managed to sell are a few magnets shaped like cutesy internal organs. Taehyung had been especially glad since he didn’t like the way the googly eyes on the heart looked at him.

At most, it was a cheap hobby for Jimin, able to scrounge up cheap materials from the bargain bins at his work. If he didn’t work at a craft store, he probably wouldn’t have even tried.

It started when they got in a shipment of do it yourself candle making kits, and Jimin was excited to try them out. The kits contained everything he needed: soy wax pellets, a couple of glass jars, and some string.

“So they’re just plain candles?” Taehyung frowned at the waxy mess Jimin had made all over their counter and stove top. “Not even scented or anything?”

“No, they’re just plain wax,” Jimin said, slowly pouring the hot wax into the jar. This was his third attempted, and so far so good he’d managed to get the string and metal platelet at the end of the string to stay put.

“Boring,” Taehyung rolled his eyes and wandered off.

Jimin sort of agreed with Taehyung. He was a sucker for a good scented candle. Next time he’d have to research on how to add scents, but this first run through was just to get the damn things to mold and set properly.

The more he thought about it as he watched the wax cool, the more he agreed. Plain candles were okay for just keeping around, but if he wanted to sell any of them, he needed to make them stand out in some way.

“You need a gimmick,” Taehyung had offered. The candles had cooled and Jimin was lighting one to test it out. “Like those candles that are supposed to release positive vibes, or aromatherapy?”

“I don’t know anything about aromatherapy,” Jimin said, eyes brightening when the wick caught and settled into a flickering flame. “I just want them to smell good enough to attract people to buy them.”

“Well you should know all about that,” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at him. “You know how to attract all kinds of people, alphas particularly.”

Jimin wrinkled his nose at Taehyung. “Just because they like my omega smell doesn’t mean I know anything, I can’t help that.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and he smacked his hand on the counter. “That’s it Jimin, figure out how to make the candles smell like you!”

“That’s a dumb idea, who’s going to buy a candle that smells like an omega?” Jimin made a face at him.

“Alphas,” Taehyung nodded solemly. “And maybe omegas who want to spice up their life by having another omega scent around to bring out an alpha’s dominant side.”

“That’s disgusting,” Jimin frowned. “How would I even be able to do that? I can’t smell myself.”

Taehyung’s lip curled higher and he leaned closer to Jimin, poking him in the side. “You don’t have to replicate it Chim, you already naturally produce an oil that smells like you.”

“What are… oh that is disgusting,” Jimin shoved Taehyung’s shoulder, pushing him away. “I’m not putting my slick inside a candle Tae!”

“Think about it though, it’s the easiest way to add a scent that you know half the population will like,” Taehyung said. “Alpha’s will be lining up out the door to buy one.”

It took two weeks before Jimin finally gave in.

Most of the reason he had fought Taehyung on the idea was because he didn’t like the insinuation that his smell ws so much better than any other omegas.

Sure, when he and Taehyung went out dancing it was usually him that got the most attention. But he was a better dancer than the other omega, it couldn’t just be because of his smell.

Except he couldn’t ignore the fact that everywhere he went, someone hit on him. At work, in line at the bank, on the bus, and especially at the gym.

So maybe there was some truth to what Taehyung said, but still, the idea of collecting his slick and pouring it into the candle mix seemed… wrong somehow. And a little gross.

But, what could it hurt? If he made a few and they didn’t sell, then he could say he tried at least.

So, one day when Taehyung was out and Jimin had the apartment to himself, he grabbed his lotion and a glass jar. Stripping off his clothes, he knelt on the bed. It was pretty awkward to say the least, and he tried not to think about what he was doing as he palmed himself.

Ignoring that he was doing this just to get ingredients for his candles, he let himself get lost in the sensation of his hand on his dick, the glide made easier by a bit of lotion. It had been a little bit since he’d done this, rarely getting time alone.

By the time he felt the first gushes of slick, he almost forgot the end goal as he rutted against the sheets. As the slick ran down the inside of his thighs his eyes snapped open and he fumbled for the jar with his free hand.

He wasn’t sure how much he would need, so he edged himself for a while, letting more and more slick collect into the jar until he couldn’t hold back and came into his hand.

Getting yourself off for work wasn’t as satisfying as he would have liked, but it could have been worse.

After getting himself and the sheets cleaned up, he pulled back on his clothes and got to work.

The jar was about a quarter full, a bit more than he’d been expecting and should be enough. He pointedly didn’t think about what it was he had in his hand as he poured the slick into the melted wax.

Jimin had spent some time researching about using scents in wax and how the mixture could be ruined easily, so he was very careful with checking the temperature of the wax. It had to be very hot when poured into the jars, and cooled slowly.

In the end, he got thirteen jars out of the mix, opting to use a peach colored wax this time instead of plain white. He’d practised a lot to get the pour right and make sure not to leave any drip lines on the side of the glass.

Once they were done and cooled, he sniffed at them but could only smell the wax. He’d need an alpha’s nose to make sure it even worked.

So, he reeled in their neighbor, a nice older alpha, a bit laid back for an alpha, but Jimin trusted Namjoon.

“Smell,” Jimin said, thrusting the candle under Namjoon’s nose when he’d pulled the alpha to their place.

“What-” Namjoon’s look of confusion intensified as he breathed in the scent of the candle. Jimin watched the alpha’s face in shock when his eyes dilated and he shuddered.

“So?”

“Jimin… what is this?” Namjoon asked, his voice thick. “It smells like-”

“Like me right?” Jimin asked hopefully.

“Not just you, but you when you… when you’re aroused and…” Namjoon pushed the candle back at Jimin. “Get that away from me before I get hard just standing here.”

“Wow, it’s that strong?” Jimin said in wonderment. “Would you buy this?”

“No!” Namjoon hissed, leaning against the wall with one hand. “I mean… if I didn’t know you, then honestly? Yeah. That’s strong Jimin, really strong. It’s like you’re quivering on the floor in front of me presenting yourself. I could get off to smelling that in seconds.”

“Really?” Jimin’s lip curled slightly. “So… you think other alphas would buy one?”

“Yes,” Namjoon ran a hand through his bangs. “Wait, are you- are you seriously making candles that smell like you to sell them to alphas?”

“Well I wasn’t sure it would even work, but I think you just proved it can,” Jimin said, putting the lids onto the candles tightly.

“Do I want to know how you got them to smell like that?” Namjoon asked, sitting down wearily onto the small loveseat.

“Probably not,” Jimin hummed in amusement. “I’m going to put them up on the Etsy store and there’s also a craft show next week. I was going to take my organ magnets but I think this will sell better. Now I just need to come up with a name.”

“I’m not naming them Assrodisiac,” Jimin scowled at Taehyung who was being less than helpful.

“But it’s perfect! It’s an aphrodisiac, from your ass!” Taehyung explained, again, as if that was going to change Jimin’s mind.

“No, Tae, I think I’ve already got a name,” Jimin said. He was making labels on the computer, if he had them to the printer by the end of the day they’d be ready to pick up just before the craft show in a couple of days.

Turning the laptop towards where Taehyung was sprawled on his bed, Jimin pointed at the label he’d made. “See? Peaches and cream,” Jimin said. “It’s cute, it’s classy, but when people understand what they are, it’ll make more sense.”

“Why not Peach Juice?” Taehyung countered and Jimin stopped to look at him. “Since it’s… literally juice from your…” he trailed off with a grin.

“That’s… disgusting. I love it.” Jimin made the necessary changes and sent off the file to the printer.

People would either love or hate the name, but Jimin was confident they’d love the candles.

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