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pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, original vampire!minho, vampire!reader, dubcon (boundaries, consent, safe words, etc. are implied to have been established prior to this!!), phone sex, masturbation, compulsion / mind control, ruined orgasms, biting / feeding, blood play, cunnilingus, minho’s vampire venom, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, squirting, reader is a bit of a Brat and receives a very minho-esque punishment <3

a/n: this is my own take on this post and inspired by the vampire diaries <3 i have some notes at the very end that give you some background info on this universe! this lore is specific to the vampire diaries, idk any other vampire lore so if it’s not accurate to what you know, don’t come for me lol. also thank u to my bae juno for coming up w the title!!!

“this isn’t funny,” minho coos. faux nice. his teeth are gritted, that much you can tell even over the phone. his small fingers drum against the frame of your wide open front door. that’s as far as he’s gotten. 

you know when this is all over with he will actually find it funny. your wit is one of his favorite things about you, he’s told you plenty of times. you’re clever, and you can give just as good as you take. in his thousand years on this earth, he’s never met anyone like you; that’s a fact. 

he sighs and steps away from the door, and you can hear the creak of the porch swing through the speaker when minho plops down on it. 

“it’s cold out here.” 

“you’re dead, stupid,” you reply back, and the curl of your fingers takes your breath away a moment later. 

minho’s silent on the other end, and you drop the phone from between your ear and shoulder to the pillow beside you, tapping the speaker button on your screen. 

you know for certain he can hear the slick noises of your fingers bullying themselves inside your cunt. you’re so wet it’s just that loud, but he’d be able to hear it regardless. enhanced hearing and whatnot. 

any other time, minho would have barged inside the house you share with your best friend, door hinges be damned. 

see, minho knew your lease was coming to an end. you might have just skipped out on a few details in order to have one last bit of fun in your rental house for old time’s sake before moving in with him. minho has been to your place countless times, has walked in like he owns it more than you can remember. once you invited him inside, he could come and go as he pleased. and he did. 

your name was on the lease then, but it isn’t anymore. 

unbeknownst to your beautiful, beautiful minho, you signed the lease fully over to your best friend yesterday. now that the ownership of the house has changed, minho can’t come inside without your best friend’s explicit permission. which you oh so conveniently forgot to mention while he was on his way over. 

“you’re dead, stupid,” he mocks back. that’s true. he had to turn you. “jagi. let me inside.” 

“come in, lino,” you sing-song through the phone, teeth snagging your bottom lip while your fingers slip from your cunt to rub sloppy circles all over your clit. “i’m so lonely, my minho. i’m naked and lonely and no one is here to touch me…” 

he growls, and your teeth ache in response. you kick your feet in excitement. no matter how many times you tell him to come in, he won’t be able to, and you both know it. 

“where is she?” minho mutters. your best friend. “tell her to let me in. i’ll even ask her nicely.” 

you’re going to get it for laughing at his expense, but you can’t help but giggle. your best friend and your boyfriend share an unwavering, mutual respect for one another, yet they don’t always see eye to eye. some witchy-vampire thing that goes way back. 

“it’s a nice day today. i think you should stay outside a little longer and enjoy the sunlight. you’re wearing your ring, aren’t you?” oh, you’re definitely going to get it. 

but he’s so fun to play with. 

your head turns away from the phone fitfully as your fingers catch on the swollen little bud of your clit, legs spreading wider on their own accord. “oh, min- minho,” you whimper. you can see him now, cellphone pressed tight to his ear and nose angled high. he can hear you without the phone, and you know he can smell you too. 

that hitachi wand he bought you for your last birthday would feel so good right about now, but you’re too desperate to move your hand away from your cunt for even a second to grab it. 

“sweet jagi,” minho croons. you’d swear he was a siren if you didn’t know any better, voice tender and airy and so very enticing. “it feels so good, doesn’t it? but it could be better. you know i can do it better. stop and get your friend, alright? tell her to let me inside so we can play…” 

he’s back at the mouth of the door again. you can hear his fingers tapping on the wooden frame once more, and you shudder when you pull your fingers away from yourself. the desperation to make yourself cum is suddenly overridden by the desperation to finally obey your sire. you end the call and leave your phone on the bed, approaching your closed bedroom door without a second thought to spare. 

the door cracks open with a gentle push of your finger, and with a whiff of the air, you can tell that your best friend is in her bedroom on the other side of the house. she’s quick to answer when you call her name. 

she opens her door and leans against its frame. 

“yeees?” she asks slowly. she already knows what you want. 

“would you be a doll and let minho in? he’s- he’s been waiting outside.” you ask, making sure to bat your eyelashes and give her your best puppy dog eyes through your barely cracked open bedroom door. 

“what if i don’t want to?” 

“i could compel you, you know?” you’d can’t. you couldn’t compel a witch no matter how badly you wanted to. she cocks her head and the lights in your hall flicker. 

“ha! i’d like to see you try.” 

she loves to give you a hard time, but she dutifully leaves her post against her door and complains her way down the hall. 

“don’t ever involve me in one of your weird, vampire sex things again, you freaks. and light a candle when you’re done! i’m leaving, by the way. like, leaving right now.” you hear the jangle of her keys when she picks them up from the counter and rush to climb back onto your bed. “ah, wonderful. lee minho. please, come inside. or whatever.” 

it’s eerily silent when the front door slams shut. it has you giddy. your own heart pounding in your chest is the only thing you can hear, overpowering the rhythmic thump of minho’s heart pumping that you’d usually be keenly aware of.  

however, your nose tells you he’s in the house, but where? you have no clue.

you’re contemplating getting up and locking your bedroom door to really mess with him, but before you have the chance, it’s flying open and banging against the wall adjacent to it. minho’s on you in a flash, so quick that you can’t even get your bearings straight before he’s pressing you against the mattress and sliding a mean hand up your thigh. his hands are rough, but the little smile on his face is anything but. 

“you think you’re so funny, hm?” he asks, cocking his head and slipping two fingers right inside. “keeping me from what’s mine.” 

“i’m hilarious,” you breathe. “you tell me so all the time.” 

your hips buck against his probing fingers. he lets you ride them for a moment, but minho’s quick to pin you down by your thighs when he feels you’ve had enough. 

“you’re being a brat. i think it’s time you listen to me and do as you’re told. is that clear?” 

all you do is huff in response, and you turn your head away from him in defiance. 

“jagi. i’m not asking.” 

minho grips your cheeks in his hand until your lips poke out in a pout, and he forces your head to turn back towards him. your stomach flips in anticipation when your eyes lock; you know what’s coming. 

he kisses you softly on your pouted lips before his pupils begin to dilate, and yours immediately follow suit. 

“you’re going to keep playing with this needy pussy just like you did on the phone with me earlier, yeh? but just when you get close, right when you start to tumble over the edge, you’re going to pull your hands away. you were so mean to me, jagi, i think this is what you deserve. mm, yes. that’s good.”

“yes, that’s good,” you parrot, dazed and entranced, and he kisses you once more. 

minho blinks; you blink, and you shake your head free of his grasp. he laughs at the look of bewilderment on your face and thumbs at the confused scrunch of your eyebrows. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. wasn’t he just fussing at you for being a brat? 

“because i love you,” is all he says, and it still makes your heart race even though you can tell he’s up to something. minho pulls himself off of you and settles comfortably against the headboard. “you should continue what you were doing earlier.” 

it’s like your body moves on autopilot. you scoot as close to him as you physically can before throwing a leg over his and slipping your hand between your thighs. you’re surprised he’s letting you touch yourself at all after the stunt you pulled, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. your gut tells you you’re missing something though, you just can’t put your finger on what. 

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks against your hair. it does feel good. your pussy’s been soaked, and it’s pruning your fingers. you dip two fingers into your hole to gather more wetness to spread on your clit. a strangled gasp leaves your lips at the noise it makes, slick and dirty, and minho hums his own approval. 

he lets you use his thigh as leverage as you grind against your own fingers, leg pushing down on his whenever you drive your hips against your hand. 

“i’m gonna cum,” you whimper. you’ve waited so long. 

minho smiles and peppers a kiss to your ear. “yeah?” 

two sticky fingers press harshly down on your clit. you can feel your release coming, can almost taste it in the air. it burns in your belly, swirling and building as your hips thrum in their search for your pleasure. 

your cunt gives its first throb as you begin to cum, and your hand slips away before you can even register that it’s moving. 

the first instinct you have is to bring your hand back to finish the job, but you can’t. your mind won’t let you. a pained keen leaves your lips, and minho holds you while you squirm through a ruined orgasm. 

“m-minho! minho, nnnn- wha- what? why? minho, please!” 

a kiss to your cheek, a smile against your temple. 

“hm? what’s wrong, jagi?” 

“w-why? why? i can’t-”

“you can. do it again.” 

you tuck your face against his chest but readily comply. minho sits up straighter so he can hold you close, one arm around your shaking shoulders and the other arm resting on one of your spread thighs. your clit is sensitive, achy with an unexpectedly ruined orgasm. this time, this time you’ll cum, you swear it. 

your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don’t pay it any mind. you’re desperate to cum, desperate to cum for minho. so much so that you’re drooling into the cotton of his t-shirt. you open your mouth and clamp your teeth down on the fabric; minho doesn’t even react when you begin to gnaw on it. 

he knows what your frantic, garbled mumbling means the second you start, and he smells your tears before he sees them as you’re forced to ruin your second orgasm. 

your legs clamp shut this time in an attempt to feel any last dreg of pleasure, but minho is quick to pry them open and claw at your thigh until you’re whimpering. 

“aigoo, my baby. what are you crying for, hm?” 

“min- minho, minho, i don’t know wh- why i can’t. why? i want to cum!” you could throw a tantrum. you want to. you want to kick your legs and holler and roll around on your bed until you get your way. 

“silly, you’ve been cumming,” he coos, wiping your tears and licking the salty wetness from his thumb when he’s done. 

his hold on you changes every time you touch yourself. now, he holds you like a baby and rocks you gently while your fingers are squashed between your slicked thighs. your movement is tempered like this, but it still doesn’t stop you from trying to really make yourself cum again. 

your cramped, tired digits rub back and forth against your clit; it’s sensitive and achy due to two unsatisfying orgasms, but you don’t want to stop until you cum right. you can do it. minho sucks a deep kiss into the thrumming pulse point on your neck. 

“yes, yes, i- m’gonna cum, i can. i’ll cum, i’ll cum-”

the third ruined orgasm doesn’t come as a surprise, but it still makes you cry into his shirt when your hand slips from between your thighs without your permission. 

“alright, alright. enough of that. i hate seeing my jagi cry.” 

“no you don’t,” you snivel with a pitiful headbutt to his chest. 

“ah, you’re right. you’re so pretty when you do. i just want my turn now.” 

minho shucks off his drool-covered t-shirt and rearranges you until you’re laying on your back. your limbs barely work, flopping uselessly wherever minho manhandles them. you can’t even grab onto his hair when he bullies himself between your legs and kisses sloppily up your spread thighs.  

“i’m hungry,” minho purrs, and you tilt your hips up closer to his face. if he’s hungry, you’ll happily let him eat. he watches you arch your back and rock your hips with a glint in his eyes, letting you debase yourself for his viewing. your brain finally catches onto what he means when the white of his eyes turn dark red and his veins begin to protrude out from under them. 

you can’t complain too much when a sharp bite to your thigh is just as pleasurable in its own unique way. it’s euphoric. whether it’s because it’s minho who’s biting you or because of the venom in his saliva when his fangs elongate, you can't say. your body goes taut, hands clenching into fists at your side as minho’s fangs pierce the tender skin of your inner thigh. 

minho hums against your skin as he drinks. he doesn’t feed from your thighs as often as you feed from his, much prefers the intimacy of feeding from your neck or looking into your hazy eyes while he bites into your wrist. 

your blood is a delicacy to him, and you know it. he’s told you before, and you’ve experienced it yourself when you feed on him. vampire blood has a smoother aftertaste than that of humans or animals. minho closes his eyes and lets his hands pet at your sides while he feeds. 

it’s a shame when he pulls away, but you’re blessed with the sight of a sated minho. remnants of your blood drip from his fangs, smearing red across his swollen lips and his chin. you can feel your own mouth watering in response. pavlov’s dog. minho’s fledgling. 

“want,” is all you can manage through the rush of your near bloodlust, and minho’s arm snakes up to your open mouth. 

he doesn’t even flinch when your now extended fangs pierce the skin of his wrist, but he coos when your uncoordinated limbs move to hug his arm to your chest. 

you drink frantically from his wrist, wanting more more more, but you can only take so much at a time. his blood seeps slowly from the corners of your mouth in your haste to take in as much as you can before swallowing in needy gulps. 

all you’re focused on is the feel of his skin and his warm blood flooding your mouth, so you’re shocked out of your stupor when minho’s bloodied lips find the still slick heat of your cunt. his hand falls from your lips when you cry out, but he’s quick to cover your mouth with a rough palm so he can eat in peace. 

his red-stained tongue circles your clit like it’s candy, and when he burrows his face further into your cunt, some of your leftover blood smears against your pubic mound. 

you’re getting it all over, is what you want to say, but you can’t with his mean hand covering your mouth. 

minho’s fangs have since retracted to their normal length, but the residual saliva from his feed makes your cunt tingle in ways it only can when you come into contact with his venom. 

the sounds are filthy. you’re thankful it’s only you and minho in the house because there’s no doubt the noises coming from your bedroom are blaring. if it’s not the wet clicking noises of minho’s devious tongue flicking against your swollen clit, it’s the muffled cries you’re making behind his hand. 

if you were in your right mind, you’d notice he’s being even more thorough than usual when he eats your pussy. minho’s spit seeps down to your hole, and he uses two fingers to swipe it up before bullying them inside. 

“hugging me tight already,” he muses. minho purses his lips in a sloppy kiss and shakes his head from side to side while his fingers work you open. 

it’s not until the tingling on your clit fades into numbness that you realize what he’s doing, and your legs kick out in defiance. 

“mmmph!” it’s muffled by his hand that still covers your mouth, but you finally muster enough strength to shove his hand away. “minho! minho, no, please don’t be mean!” 

“i’m mean? oh, jagi. you were mean to me earlier, don’t you remember? i’m just giving you the punishment you deserve.” 

oh, if it’s not the consequences of your own actions. 

his tongue dips down to lick where his fingers spear you open, and you can’t feel it at all, nor can you feel his steadily thrusting fingers. 

“i-!” you’re going to cry again. “minho, i’m sorry! i just- i wanted to play, that’s all. i’m sorry. pleasepleaseplease don’t, i can’t feel- can’t feel anything.” 

“i’m sorry too, baby.” his voice is so sweet, so gentle. so condescending. “you made me do this.” 

you can only tell he removes his fingers because you see him do it. you weren’t lying when you told him you can’t feel anything down there, the venom left over from his feed numbing you inside and out due to his dexterous tongue and sneaky fingers. 

the slap to your pussy comes as a surprise. your breath catches on a gasp, throat clicking with viscous spit. it doesn’t hurt at all, but the sound of it is enough to have you trembling. 

his teeth are tinted red when he smiles that devil bunny smile you hate to love so much. minho doesn’t even bother taking his sweatpants off all the way, just tucks the band of them under his sac and situates himself on his knees between your spread legs. 

minho sheaths himself inside slowly. for whose benefit, you don’t know, but he grunts when he stills balls deep in your cunt. 

“so soft inside,” he murmurs. “such a wet pussy.” 

you’re pathetic; tears are already brimming in your eyes again. you want to feel how hard his cock is, you want to feel the way he makes a home for himself inside of you. 

“minho,” you mewl. “does it feel good? can’t- i can’t feel, you have to tell me. please tell me.” 

“your pussy is perfect.” 

that makes you whine. all you can do is lay there and let minho use your body to get off. your breasts bounce with his thrusts, he shifts you up the bed with how good he’s fucking you. 

his head hangs low as he watches himself slide into the gummy wetness of your cunt, hair dangling and bouncing when he moves. his hands are balled into fists, and they press against the mattress on either side of you. 

“my little doll,” he grits. “just a- ah, ahh fuck- a fuckhole. you were so mean, jagi, aren’t i so nice to fuck you still?” 

“yes! yes, fuck me! please, minho i was bad, i’m sorry. will you- keep- please, keep fucking me until you cum.” 

he pushes your knees to your chest and raises into a squat, his thighs press tightly against the backs of yours. his cock slips free and he’s the only one to fuss, but he takes the base of his cock in his hands and slaps the mushroom head against your clit. 

minho looks big like this. he towers over you, shoulders wide set and chest bulging. a droplet of sweat drips from a wet strand of hair and onto your cheek. he watches it roll down into your hairline as he sheaths himself inside again. the slick noises your cunt makes has your chest heating up right away, and minho catches your arms before they can reach up to cover your face. 

“take it. just let me in,” he says, and you nod. 

the angle is deeper this way; the slap of minho’s skin against yours is nearly deafening. 

“you’re clenching so hard on me, jagi. gonna cum, hm?” 

are you? can you? you can’t feel a thing. can’t feel the way his cock wrecks your little hole or the new addition of his fingers rubbing uselessly at the stiff bud of your clit. 

“i can’t fe- feel anything, minho, i dunno?!” you cry. your chin quivers when you look up at him, but there’s a frantic look in his eyes when he nods his head back at you. the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth is almost maniacal. 

“you’re going to. i don’t have to compel it out of you either, hm? ahh, jagi. oh, jagi, there. you’re cumming. you’re cumming, baby, i can feel it. keep-”

if he tells you so, you believe it. you must be cumming for him. the only further proof you need is the sudden burst of wetness you feel against your thighs. it’s loud, and your cunt contracts so violently that it pushes minho’s cock from inside, splashing against his stomach and soaking his sweatpants. 

a moan bursts from behind your lips when he slips inside again, and his own breathy moan follows suit. he loves your noises, loves how desperate and high pitched they get when you’re waiting for his cum, so you keep it up despite the lack of sensation you feel. he fucks you rough and fast in his haste to cum too, and you’re shamefully a little disheartened you can’t feel the overstimulation you know would be setting in by now. 

“please cum inside me. my minho, my minho, please? i love you. i love you. i’ll be good now, baby, please?” 

he stops breathing when he cums, pressing deep inside and stilling as he empties it inside where it belongs. his belly trembles and his thighs do too, and you’d giggle at the little whine that leaves his lips if you weren’t so focused on trying to feel his cum spilling inside despite your numbness. 

minho’s toes crack whenever he eases back on his haunches and guides his softening cock out of your hole. he doesn’t even bother pulling his pants all the way up before slumping to the side and smushing his cheek against your sweaty shoulder. 

he rests a small hand on his favorite emotional support boob while you both come down together. 

“i can’t believe you made me squirt and i didn’t even feel it,” you mumble. you squeeze your thighs together. still nothing, but you can feel his leaking cum smearing against the plush of your thighs. 

“i can’t believe you actually managed to uninvite me into this house on a technicality. that’s cruel. you’re cruel and mean.” 

“you can’t call me cruel and mean after i squirted for you!” 

minho jiggles your boob in his hand and pinches your nipple until you swat at him. 

“yeah, and now i have to walk out of here pantless.”

ok HI here are some facts if you've never seen the vampire diaries or just some facts about this universe specifically!

vampires have to be invited into a residence by the living owner of said residence. your rental house was leased by both you and your bestie, so you could invite him inside. now that ownership has changed to just your best friend, she is the only person who can. even after you died and became a vampire, he was still able to come inside since the ownership of the house hadn't changed. until now :)

the ring you mention to minho on the phone is a daylight ring. vampires will burn in the sunlight without it, so you and minho having a daylight ring is a necessity! even if you're inside and you walk by a window during the day without your ring on, your ass would catch on fire lmao

original vampires (the lee family... minho, felix, hoseok, taemin, chaeryeong?? shit, idk. i'm just naming lees i like lolll) are the first ever vampires to walk the earth. that's why they're called originals. original vampires can compel regular degular vampires (and humans, and vampire hybrids!) which is why minho is able to compel you. non-original vampires cannot compel other vampires, so it doesn't work the other way around, but they can compel humans.

compulsion is mainly done by making eye contact with whoever you want to compel and stating whatever it is that you want them to do. when someone is under compulsion, they won't remember the act of being compelled. so basically, you don't remember what minho made you do to yourself until he tells you about it afterwards, hence the dubcon tag. so in this case, he'll have to tell you he made you ruin your own orgasm three times as part of a punishment lmao

vampires can feed from other vampires, but it takes a very long time and a lot of dedication for it to be a sustainable way of life. it's very rare for that to happen, so you can feed on whatever you like! humans, animals, blood bags.... you and minho feed on each other in bed because it's sexy. not to actually gain nutrients. the numbing venom is something i came up with though, sorry i didn’t make that very clear, but i thought it would be a fun little addition!

i kind of wanted to touch on sire bonding, which could possibly have added more to the dubcon element, but i decided against it because i would have had to add sooo much more plot that i don't have the patience to write LMAO. if you have any questions about that though please ask! i'd be happy to explain what i had in mind :)

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BEFORE THE STORM is a short comic that reflects on my feelings of doom, hope and despair towards current crisis in my country, Argentina, and in the world. Waiting for the crisis to implode is like waiting for The Storm.

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Just For You

the one where jeno has never wanted a mate, but begins to change his mind after he meets a feral omega.

⭑ pairing: lee jeno x female reader

⭑ genre: alpha/beta/omega au, sugar daddy au, pwp, smut, a tiny bit of fluff

⭑ warnings: language, my version of a/b/o dynamics, age gap, omega!reader, bartender!reader, alpha!jeno, sugar daddy!jeno, lots of yearning, jealousy, haechan is very calculating in this, jeno is a huge simp and spoils reader rotten, jeno is lowkey a masochist, multiple sex scenes, dry humping, fingering, begging, unprotected sex, riding, knotting, biting, oral sex (f receiving), breeding kink

⭑ word count: 12.7k

— note: this is a completely self-indulgent fic. i blame this jeno for making me thirst so hard.

It was a well-known fact that Lee Jeno didn't want a mate.

Despite being the most eligible bachelor in the city (and maybe even in the entire country), he wasn’t interested in finding someone to keep by his side for the rest of his life. On the outside he seemed like a dream. His wealth, power, and good looks were enough to attract potential mates from every part of the world.

But they always changed their mind after meeting him because no one wanted a cold, unloving mate.

Of course, there existed a handful of foolishly stupid people who believed they could be the one to melt the ice barricading his heart. Those women were always left heartbroken or offended at his disregard for the courting formalities and the very idea of mates.

Then there were those—namely the daughters of his business associates—who knew better, but only wanted to bare his mark for the status and power that came along with it. That was the main reason his potential business deals had fallen through. His refusal to even consider courting their power-hungry daughters left a very bad taste in a lot of mouths.

Forced meetings and unwanted advances were the very reason why Jeno hated attending charity galas. Instead of networking and discussing official business, he was forced to spend his night talking to different women who were after his mark. Tonight the daughter of the host had claimed her stake on him, not leaving his side once.

“—want at least four pups. What about you?”

Jeno only caught the last part of her words as he tuned back in to the one-sided conversation. “I don't want any children.”

The alpha was shocked into silence. Her horrified look was one Jeno had grown used to a long time ago. It was a stare he was overly familiar with. Any time he wanted to repel someone's unwanted advances this was the method he always fell back on because it was basically unheard of that an alpha wouldn't want to continue his lineage. Jeno might've possibly wanted to, but certainly not with her.

“If you'll excuse me, I have to make a call.”

He didn't give the alpha a chance to respond because he walked away before she could. By this point in the night he was mentally drained and wanted nothing more than to go home. He'd been at the event long enough to keep up appearances and keep his father happy, so if he walked fast enough he would be able to leave without any hiccups.

Just as Jeno rounded the corner, he nearly collided with a young omega wearing a staff uniform.

“Sorry.” He muttered, aware that he almost knocked her down because he was practically running.

Jeno waited for the gesture of interest and curiosity he usually got, or at the very least, the simple acknowledgment he was due from omegas, betas, and even alphas alike. But it never came. Instead, you surprised him by jerking your head away and backing away from him like he was the most repulsive man you'd ever come across.

That would've been fine because not everyone had to let him approach or even want him to, but the grating voice that cut through the silence made him desperate to find a way out.

“Alpha!”

If either of his parents ever found out about what he was about to do, Jeno wouldn't live to see another day. But he’s left with no other choice as he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against his chest like a feral alpha with no etiquette. Something deep inside him twists uncomfortably when you stiffen against him. He'll apologize properly later, but now all he can focus on is finding a way out.

“Help me.” Jeno whispered desperately. “Please.”

Before you could attempt to work out why an alpha was asking for your help, the voice from before called for him again. A muffled gasp reached your ears, making you turn your head to the side. Ten different shades of horror went through when you realized the woman who had caught you in such an intimate position was the daughter of the man who organized the gala, a.k.a your boss.

The stillness in the hall made you uneasy, and the alpha—whose muscular arms were still caging you against him—gently rubbed his cheek against your hair to comfort you. You hated that him scenting you actually worked. The nerves you felt from before slowly began to fade away.

“She gets uneasy around female alphas.”

His smooth, deep voice might've been attractive to you in any other circumstance, but now you could only recognize it as a symbol of your downfall.

“I...” her face turned sour. “I didn't know you cared so much about the staff.”

The way she spat out the last word made you aware of two things. 1) you were definitely fired. 2) she didn't see you as worthy of being in the unknown alpha's arms. Before you could react in any sort of way, a low rumble ripped through the alpha's chest. Luckily, you felt too indignant to feel turned on even though that was fucking hot.

“You must be mistaken. I'm courting her. She is going to be my mate.”

Even if you ended up loosing your job, the look on the arrogant alpha's face was entirely worth it. She spluttered out something unintelligible, clearly thrown off by the admission. You vaguely caught the ending of her words that were something along the lines of my apologies, alpha before she ran off.

Once she was out of sight, you were released from the alpha's strong grip.

“I'm sorry.” Jeno immediately apologized. “My behavior was inappropriate. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You just knew you had the dumbest look on your face when he bowed his head in apology. Never in your life had you seen an alpha apologize to anyone, let alone an omega. Somehow, you managed to smooth out your bewildered expression before he lifted his head.

Instead of accepting his sincere apology, you looked at him with a slight frown. “You just got me fired.”

The displeasure in your voice had him recoiling. It was in his nature to be respectful and do his best to please an omega. A deep discomfort scratched at his entire being as you looked at him scornfully. His biology was pushing for him to make things right and soothe the agitated omega.

“I'll properly compensate you—”

Jeno hadn’t even finished his sentence before you stuck out your hand. He looked at you with wide eyes, slightly bewildered at the brazen behavior you were displaying. Especially because you were looking at him defiantly and directly in the eye.

You were aware that your actions were downright stupid and reckless, but at this point you had nothing to lose. Besides, you could tell the alpha in front of you had money. Not just anyone got invited to an event like this one. Hell, not just anyone got hired to work at an event like this one. It had taken weeks for you to pass all the screenings and qualifications.

The alpha's wallet held a thick stack of large bills that he didn't hesitate to hand over to you. Unlike before, you didn't show any trace of shock or pleasure on your face. You stoically accepted the money all while squealing in delight on the inside.

“I guess this will do.” You told him passively.

Jeno was rendered speechless as you walked past him without looking back. As he watched you walk away, he still found himself unable to believe that such an omega could exist.

There was nothing Jeno hated more than wasting his time.

When the chairman of the country's largest cosmetic company reached out to him, he thought it was because he finally considered Jeno's offer. That's what the older man had made it seem like when he told Jeno and his father to come down to his office. Instead of drafting up a multi-million dollar, the chairman was waiting with his first born daughter. He should've known it was another trick to pressure him into officially courting her. Clearly, the stunt he pulled the other night at the charity gala didn't deter her enough to give up.

“Calm yourself.” Jeno's father commanded as they walked out of the meeting room. “Look at what you're doing.”

The employees he was walking past were all lowering their eyes in submission. Some of the omegas were even starting to bare their necks. Jeno let out a deep breath. As an alpha, he was aware that his potent scent had a powerful effect to anyone who got even the tiniest whiff, especially when he got worked up like he was now.

“Do you not find the girl's scent appealing?” His father questioned once they were in the elevator. Before Jeno could answer, his father turned his head back slightly to look at Jeno's assistant. “What about you, Chenle? Did you not think her scent—?”

“Her scent is fine.” Jeno cut in quickly, knowing his dad was making his assistant uncomfortable. “I just don't want a mate, dad. We've been over this.”

His father eyed him, obviously displeased. “You lied about courting an omega, and then you refuse to court a female alpha who is clearly interested in you. At this rate, you'll never give me any grandchildren to spoil.”

Jeno grit his teeth and attempted to stifle his growing irritation. “Dad—”

“You just haven't met the right person.” His father concluded. “Try meeting different types of people. There's this new dating app—”

“Chenle.” Jeno said suddenly. “What's next on my schedule?”

Thankfully, Chenle was quick-witted and came up with the convincing lie that he was close to being late to a meeting with his lifelong friend, Na Jaemin. His father never doubted his assistant, so he didn't protest even as they hastily parted ways.

“I let Mr. Na know that you plan to meet him in his office.” Chenle informed Jeno as they smoothly pulled into the street.

As usual, Jaemin found Jeno's misery very amusing.

Apparently, the story about Jeno's stunt was already the talk among the city's elite. Jaemin wanted to hear all the details from his friend directly since gossip always made all the facts murky. Needless to say, the truth was much more entertaining than all the rumors he’d heard.

He couldn't believe the gallant Lee Jeno had actually coerced an omega into helping him. But perhaps the most shocking detail of the entire story was the fact that this unknown omega didn't give Jeno a chance to approach like every other woman that had ever crossed paths with him. Jeno didn’t find the situation amusing at all.

“You actually walked out before he finished talking?” Jaemin's loud cackle could probably be heard from across the city. “Guess there's no possibility of signing that deal now, is there?”

Jeno growled lowly.

“Okay, relax. I know a place that will take your mind off things.”

Going to a crowded strip club definitely wasn't Jeno's idea of de-stressing and improving his mood. He doesn't even know why he followed Jaemin into the louche building or why his friend thought this was a suitable place to lift Jeno's mood in the first place.

“They serve really good drinks here.” Jaemin insisted as he pushed his friend toward the bar.

Jaemin forced his friend into one of the stools before he demanded that Jeno hand over his wallet all while insisting that it would be his treat tonight. Reluctantly and with a dramatic roll of his eyes, Jeno handed over his wallet. He let Jaemin order for the both of them as he turned his attention to look around the club.

In spite of its outward appearance, the club’s interior design was more lavish than he expected. From what he could tell, the customers were from different walks of life. Omegas, betas, and alphas were eagerly gathering around the main stage. He was busy calculating just how lucrative a business like this one would be to notice the bartender set the drinks down.

“Even the bartenders are good looking.” Jaemin sighed wistfully.

Jeno turned to look in the direction Jaemin was directing his glazed eyes. A girl with her back facing them was speaking to a tall, muscular man. He vaguely registered the scent of an alpha. Of course. Jaemin had always gushed about how he wanted an alpha to dominate him, and by the looks of it the male bartender was exactly his type.

“Don't babysit your drink!” Jaemin exclaimed when he saw Jeno staring at his drink without touching it. “We're here to have fun, and possibly find you a mate.”

His friend laughed when Jeno practically snarled at him. “It's just jokes. But seriously, drink up.”

Figuring that the night couldn't get any worse, Jeno blindly took the drink and gulped it down. To his surprise, the drink wasn't terrible. It had enough alcohol to instantly ease some of the tension he felt. Jaemin must've caught on to this because he immediately ordered another round.

This kept up until Jaemin staggered off, mumbling something about the bathroom. Jeno finished off the remainder of his drink and decided he had humored his friend enough. He absentmindedly reached for the inner pocket of his jacket and was only met with the feel of the silky fabric. He patted himself down, not noticing the look the bartender was giving him. Damn it. Jaemin still had his wallet.

“It it gonna be cash or card?”

He looked up, the order to just put it on a tab got stuck in his throat. The bartender was giving him a distrusting look. That wouldn't have mattered to him so much if he wasn't looking in the face of the omega that had helped him the other night.

Jeno unconsciously let his eyes drift down to your outfit. Unlike the other night when you were wearing a formal dress shirt that was buttoned up all the way, you were wearing a bustier corset top that hugged every curve of your upper body. The swell of your breasts looked delectable and accentuated your pretty collarbones that he would've loved to bite and mark and—

“I– Tab.” Jeno spluttered, horrified that he suddenly sounded like an awkward teenager.

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “My shift is almost over so I have to close out your tab right now. Cash or card?”

Your gaze was in no way inviting, so why couldn't Jeno look away? It was like he was stuck in some sort of trance.

He noticed that you were eyeing him like you thought he might try to run. The subtle look you gave to one of the security guards on the other end of the bar was enough to make him realize what the situation was turning into. Just before Jeno could tell you that he could buy the entire club without making a dent in his bank account, you cocked your head slightly.

“That's a nice watch.” You complimented. “I'm sure it'll be enough to cover your tab.”

Your tone (although mocking and scathing) sounded unfairly tantalizing. How an omega could act so boldly defying was unbelievable. Jeno didn't know how to react, but he was sure the heat in his gut wasn't an appropriate response. He only contemplated your implication for half a second before he thoughtlessly gave in to your unspoken request. It was like someone had possessed his body because he was suddenly taking off the watch.

Before the pretty omega could grab it, Jeno pulled his hand out of her reach. “This is only insurance until I get my wallet. Don't go running off with it.”

Your free-spirited grin made something coil inside him. “You mean, it's not a gift?”

His heart started to pound. Why did your question have the same affect on him as if you were begging for his knot? The carnal heat in his gut expanded up to his chest. Fuck.

“I'll get you a better one.” Jeno suddenly promised, unable to understand how you could evoke such a response from him.

Your grin, instead of being delighted like he expected, only turned more predatory. “One made of white gold and diamonds?”

Jeno knew you were teasing him. It was clear that you didn't actually believe he would follow through with his promise. The way you didn't shy away from treating him with blatant deride would've made him mistake you for an alpha if he didn’t know better. No other person would have the audacity to treat him in such a way. Even so, he couldn't—wouldn't—retract his offering of a gift. “If that's what you want.”

You let out a quiet snort and quickly snatched the watch from him before he changed his mind. “Hurry back.” Your voice was slightly authoritative as you dangled the heavy watch mockingly. “My shift ends soon.”

Instead of making him angry, your insulting behavior made his intrigue increase by a tenfold. It seemed like you held no regard for his secondary gender despite knowing he was someone who could easily have you at your knees.

“I won't be long.” Jeno stressed, exerting the most restrained side he had.

It didn't take long for him to find Jaemin. His dear friend was caged against the wall with a young beta's tongue shoved down his throat. Jeno clenched his jaw in annoyance.

“Jaemin.” He let just enough authority slip into his tone to force his friend to pay attention.

The look on Jaemin's face when he pulled away from the beta was priceless. With a sputtered apology, Jaemin quickly retreated from the beta's side and hurried to follow after Jeno, who was already walking back to the bar. His whines about how he'd found the perfect guy to take home being ruined were ignored.

When Jeno got to the bar, he was confused when the bartender from before wasn't there waiting for him. Only the alpha Jaemin had set his eyes on at the beginning of the night was there.

“Where's the girl that was here earlier?” Jeno demanded straight away.

The other alpha didn't seem fazed by his tone, but did eye him longer than necessary. “She went home.” He let out a quiet snort. “Don’t bother with her. You’re not the first guy to try to approach. She turns everyone down.”

Jaemin gave his friend an incredulous look. In all the years he’d known Jeno, he never tried to formally approach anyone.

“Don't worry. She didn't keep your watch.”

A deep, intense disappointment ate at his gut after the guy handed over his watch. Jaemin caught the agitated scent his friend was beginning to give off and quickly went to pay the bill.

Jeno couldn't hide his displeasure.

He hadn't even gotten your name.

Chenle had done many ambivalent things as Lee Jeno's personal assistant. Mainly, getting the hired omegas to sign NDAs and sending Jeno’s regards to any competitor who stepped out of line. But this was the first time his boss had asked him to dig into the background of an ordinary omega who he had never even seen. Maybe it wouldn't have been so strange had it not been for the way Jeno reacted when he received the information Chenle had gathered.

Jeno had been extremely pleased when he got his hands on the report. Like, way too pleased. Chenle barely managed to keep a straight face when his boss ordered him to bring the car around.

True to his word, Jeno went out and bought you the prettiest watch he could find. He could tell Chenle nearly died of shock because the most he ever spent on the omegas he hired was dinner and—if he liked them enough—some nice lingerie. Not a fucking watch that was worth as much as a car. Still, like the good assistant that Jeno paid him to be, Chenle kept quiet.

Thanks to the report he'd gotten, he was easily able to find out your name as well as the fact that you were in your last year of college. Jeno wasn't surprised when he saw that you were seven years younger than him—only someone so young could be as bold as you were.

Later on in the week, Jeno went back to the club on a night he knew you would be there. He approached the bar after spotting the alpha you were working beside last time. The guy seemed a little shocked when Jeno asked for you by your name, but smirked at him anyway. “She's in the VIP section tonight.”

Jeno didn't know what to make of that smirk. Instead of thinking on it, he walked toward where he knew the VIP section was located. He was immediately thrown off when he didn't see you at the small bar like he expected. Deciding to wait and see if you'd show up soon, he sat on one of the padded chairs while casually looking around. Even as the DJ announced the next dancer, he still didn't see you.

Before Jeno could contemplate his next move, a pure, unadulterated sweetness suddenly filled the air. Every single male in the VIP section was quick to sniff the air, eagerly searching for the source. Jeno had never smelled anything so delectable in his entire life. The scent made him want to bury his face in the source and never come up for air.

His jaw nearly dropped when he saw you walk out on the stage, clad in a rhinestone-covered bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. Your smooth skin was complemented by the shining imitation crystals, and Jeno suddenly had an urge to drape you in real jewels. Ones that would go with your complexion beautifully.

The surrounding males started throwing their money on the stage before you even got to the pole, all eager to capture your attention. Jeno had never been the jealous or possessive type, but he couldn't help but feel a burning discomfort in the pit of his stomach as the hungry alphas and betas hooted and hollered at you. He held back a snarl. None of the filthy mutts surrounding him were worthy of you.

Your stage presence was as captivating as that intoxicating scent of yours, and Jeno briefly wondered how you managed to hide it so well before. With a scent like yours, you could've easily been mated to a rich, powerful man. From what your coworker had said (something that was later confirmed by Chenle's digging), he knew that you had actively denied any male who wanted to approach. It made his insatiable curiosity about you grow more and more.

Omegas had the uncanny ability to attract effortlessly, and that's exactly what you were doing with your half-lidded gaze. Your hips swayed in perfect sync with the music, making it seem like your fluid moves were a second nature. The crowd went wild when you climbed on the pole and slowly slid down with the most sensual look on your face. A look that made it seem like you were begging to be fucked raw and knotted and bitten—

All too suddenly, the song ended and you left the crowd with one last tantalizing look before strutting off the stage. Jeno was able to snap out of his haze quickly before going to find the club's manager. He might've seemed like a desperate perv, but there was no way he was letting any of those other men try to lay a hand on you.

Jeno waited in the largest private room the club had. All the confidence and self assurance he had fell away when the door opened. What if you thought he was some sort of creep for coming to see you?

He doesn't know if the casual smirk you're giving him is one you give every other customer, or if you actually didn't mind that he came back to find you. Despite his doubts, somehow your smirk managed to soothe all the worries he had from before.

“Did you like my dance that much?” You wondered with an innocent tilt of your head.

Jeno swallowed thickly. He loved it, but he wasn't here for that. Not tonight, anyway. He reached for the elegant box in his pocket and held it up. “I brought your present.”

The way your eyes rounded with shock was very satisfactory for Jeno. It was the very first time he saw a genuine reaction on your face instead of the blank expression you always wore. Much to his disappointment, your face was quickly masked by its usual stoic blankness. You crossed the room and sat beside him, careful to keep at an arms length. The never-ending cautiousness you had made Jeno's lips twitch. He'd met plenty of omegas, but none quite as skittishly assertive as you. He doesn't know why, but he found it extremely charming.

You warily eyed the box in his hand, and Jeno started to feel nervous. Were you about to reject his gift? There was nothing more disrespectful and humiliating than to be rejected by an omega. To be dismissed by an omega was the same as being labeled as worthless.

Finally, you set your pretty eyes back on him. “I thought you were joking about the watch.”

“I never joke when it comes to a gift for omegas.”

You rolled your eyes at him, and Jeno couldn't believe he actually found that endearing. Most omegas would be delighted to receive any sort of gift from an alpha. Especially a gift like the one he was holding in his hands. “Are you denying my gift?”

His voice came out so incredibly soft that you couldn't help but melt a little. Jeno sounded like the very thought of your rejection killed him, and that gave you an insane amount of thrill. Fuck. You had to get ahold of yourself before he could smell how much it pleased you.

“Then... what's inside the box is really mine?”

“Of course.”

You tentatively grabbed the elegant box from him and set it on your lap. Jeno was completely enraptured as you opened the box. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment at the way your eyes sparkled once you saw the glimmering watch.

That stupidly endearing alpha had actually gotten you a watch made of white gold that was intricately outlined with diamonds, just like you had asked for. Your fingertips brushed up against the edges of the watch, not believing that something so expensive and precious was actually yours.

Instead of immediately putting it on like Jeno had hoped you would, you closed the box and set it down.

“I guess you want your dance now.” You said as indifferently as you could, hoping all the emotion you were feeling didn't drip into your voice.

“Not particularly.” Jeno said honestly despite knowing that having you dance for him would be the greatest treat he could ever receive. “I only came to give you your gift.”

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. “But you booked the room for an hour.”

Jeno would never admit to the fact that he had only done so in order for you to spend the last part of your shift away from all those sleazy males that you had danced for. “It gives you a chance to rest.”

As he got up to leave, you caught his wrist. Jeno thanked the heavens that he didn't physically react like the inner part of him did. He clenched his jaw when he saw the look you were giving him. Your gaze was almost pleading as you spoke your next words. “If you leave so soon, I'll get in trouble.”

Your stare made him want to ruin you. “Stay?”

Jeno had never complied with a request so easily.

After he sat down, he shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you. You were oddly charmed at his chivalrous behavior and accepted.

If Jeno thought having you cover the upper half of your body would stop his impure thoughts, he couldn't have been more wrong. The sight of you wearing his jacket was tempting, but the sight of you unconsciously scenting the collar drove him crazy.

“I didn't know you were a dancer.” Jeno said, glad that his voice didn't come out strained.

“I'm a girl of many talents.” You told him cheekily. “And it pays. I'm sure you saw how much money I made off that one dance. Now my rent for next month is paid.”

Jeno raised a curious eyebrow. The compensation he gave you was enough for you to not worry about money for a while. At least, he thought it had been. “Did you already spend the money I gave you?”

“Are you asking for it back?” You raised an eyebrow.

Jeno nearly bristled. No, he wasn't asking for the money back. He would never attempt to take back a gift he gave an omega. Your smug look tipped him off that you knew how offensive he found your question. He grit his teeth. “Of course not.”

You tilted your head in quiet amusement. “Even if I hadn't spent the money, I can't live off of a couple thousand dollars forever. And now that I lost my other job, I have to double my shifts here just to pay my bills.”

Jeno ignored the dig you directed at him. “So, you only dance part time then?”

“I usually bartend here, but one of the dancers needed someone to cover her shift. She said I could make double the money I usually do, and she didn't lie.”

From the report he'd gotten, Jeno knew that you often worked several jobs at a time to support yourself. Up until now, he had never felt the primal urge to provide for anyone. But now, he kept picturing himself giving you everything you ever wanted and making sure you never went without.

“Your boyfriend doesn't mind you working here?”

It was a cliché question and an obvious one. The small smirk on your face made Jeno realize that you'd quickly caught on to his line of questioning. And yet, he didn't attempt to take the question back.

“No one tells this omega what to do.”

Fuck. It was like you were teasing him on purpose. But Jeno knew better. He knew you couldn't care less about him approaching. You hadn't let him back then, and it seemed like you wouldn't now or in the future.

“And what about you?” Alpha. He'd hoped to hear that word from your pretty little mouth. “Won't the woman you're courting be upset that you're here, spending time with me?”

Jeno can't tell if your question is an attempt to tease him for the situation that happened on the night of the charity gala or payback for the question he had asked you earlier. Either way, he felt the need to clear up any misunderstanding that you may or may not have had.

“I'm not interested in making her my mate. I've made that clear to her from the beginning.”

“Why not?” You wondered, genuinely curious as to why he didn’t want a beautiful, rich alpha as his mate.

Usually, the words I don't want a mate were easy enough to say, but now it just seemed like the wrong thing to tell you. Instead, he chose to tell you the truth in a different way. “She's not the one.”

He couldn't tell what you were thinking as you gazed at him with your enigmatic stare. You held his gaze for a moment longer before you nodded in understanding. A small smirk crossed your face.

“What?” Jeno prodded.

“She must think you're crazy.” You laughed. “To reject her advances just to court a regular omega who doesn't have one tenth of the wealth you do.”

Instead of agreeing, Jeno's gaze hardened. “She doesn't compare to you. I don't want a pliant woman who follows my every order by my side.”

His heated gaze and heart-stopping words awakened something inside you, something that felt like it could only be soothed by the alpha beside you. Damn it. You had to get yourself under control so he wouldn't catch on to just how much his words affected you.

Jeno checked his watch and let out a deep sigh. “The hour is almost over.”

You peeked at his watch, surprised that there was only ten minutes left of his private dance. Part of you felt disappointed that he had to go so soon.

As Jeno went to get up, you held a hand to his chest. He looked at you questioningly and you only gave him a deadpan look. “My boss will suspect something if you leave the room looking and smelling like you do.”

Before Jeno could ask what exactly you planned to do, you pushed him back with a force he hadn't expected from an omega before you swung one of your legs over his own and straddled his lap. His widened eyes had glazed over with a darkness that made your insides clench. You sensually took off his jacket and gave him an innocent look.

“Can I scent you?”

Fuck. All night Jeno had been trying to hide the arousal he was feeling, but now, with you in his lap asking him that...

Jeno nodded mechanically, and you didn't hesitate to shove your face into his neck. Whatever hold you had on your scent was released, and in the next instant Jeno was overwhelmed by the delicious odor. His dick was painfully hard by now, and it felt like he was seconds away from cumming in his pants.

You gently nosed at his scent gland, grinding your hips against him. The second your heat rubbed against his bulge, you felt how big he was. If you weren't at work, there was no doubt in your mind that you would've had the alpha fuck you until you couldn't walk.

Not caring that you were practically dripping in your own slick, you started to roll your hips hard against his covered cock. The deep growl Jeno let out made you clench around nothing. Your desperate need to relieve the ache between your legs was growing stronger.

You lifted your head, and scented into Jeno's hair. Fuck. He wasn't even doing anything, and you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust from how turned on you were.

Meanwhile, Jeno was trying not to cum in his pants. The feeling of your warm heat grinding down on his dick was driving him crazy. If you were any other omega, he would ripped your clothes off and fucked you senseless. But you were only doing your job, and he wasn't going to get your fired a second time. Even if he could smell how much you wanted him.

Before you could let yourself get carried away, you stopped and got off his lap. The intoxicating aroma of your scent mixed in with his had a fire burning deep inside your stomach. Jeno's flushed face and dark eyes were making you feel like the most desired person on earth. That heated gaze held something so... fuck.

“You can come watch me dance any time you want.”

With that, you left Jeno alone the most painful erection he'd ever had in his life.

You were going to murder Haechan.

When your friend mentioned that his rich cousin had agreed to let him use his giant yacht for a small party, you were ecstatic. All your friends agreed that they also needed a break from working and studying so this was going to be the perfect opportunity for that. Instead of staying home and resting, you decided to actually try to live a little for once.

You regretted your decision a minute after you got on the boat and Haechan pointed to the guy talking to the captain.

“That's your cousin?”

Jisung had taken the words right out of your mouth. It was same guy who gave you the icy watch and whose lap you were grinding on just last week. Part of your mind went completely blank while the other could only register panic signals. What. The. Fuck. This could not be happening to you.

“Yeah. What—?”

“Dude! How could you not tell us that Lee Jeno is your cousin?”

“You know him?” You asked incredulously.

“Forbes wrote an article about him last month.” Jisung's voice was completely starstruck. “He's one of the richest guys in the country, and he's not even thirty yet!”

All of these hard-to-swallow facts wouldn't have mattered to you had it not been for the fact that he was Haechan's fucking cousin. If he ever came to find out what happened between you and Jeno, you would never live to see another peaceful day.

And to think that the entirety of the past week you had been hoping to see Jeno again. This wasn't what you had in mind at all.

“Who cares? Jeno is a normal guy. He's a little uptight, but you won't even notice that he's here.”

You wanted to throttle your unsuspecting friend. How could you not notice the man that had been plaguing your dreams and sexual fantasies?

“Let me introduce you guys.”

Before you could say no and jump overboard, Haechan was pushing you and Jisung toward his cousin.

You tried to calm yourself so no one would notice how uncomfortable you were. Because even if your friends were betas, the second you gave off even the faintest scent of distress they, as well as any alpha within the vicinity, would be able to detect it. Nothing was more undesirable than the behavior of an alpha in the presence of a disconcerted omega.

“Jeno!” Haechan called cheerfully.

The alpha's gaze didn't hold any shock, only what seemed like mild satisfaction, but you couldn't be sure. You were too busy trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to you.

“These are my friends, Y/N and Jisung. Guys, this is my cousin, Jeno.”

“Nice to meet you.” Jeno said, his eyes flickering to Jisung before settling back on you. “I had some champagne brought out. Would you like some?”

“Yes!” Jisung eagerly agreed.

Before Haechan could point out that he already had the staff set out drinks and food, Jeno's personal assistant brought out a bottle of champagne. And it wasn't just any bottle, either. His dear cousin had the Dom Pérignon brought out. Haechan was convinced Jeno had been body snatched until he saw the way his cousin was looking at you as you went to have a taste of his favorite champagne.

His gaze held such a carnal desire that he noticed even Jisung was blushing. A devious smirk crossed Haechan's face as he finally pieced everything together.

Two days ago when he asked (begged) Jeno to let him borrow his luxurious yacht for a small party, his cousin had turned him down right away. Apparently he thought Haechan couldn't be trusted, and despite him inviting not only Jeno to come along, but also Jaemin, the answer was still no.

Everything changed when you called Haechan in the middle of his groveling. Jeno happened to see your picture on the screen and immediately snatched his phone from where it laid on the table. His cousin had demanded to know if you two were friends straight away. To Haechan, it was obvious that you could potentially play a part in convincing Jeno to let him use the yacht so he lied and said you were calling about the party.

Now, it was clear that you had been the exact reason his cousin said yes. His smirk grew bigger.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Where's Jaemin?”

Jeno snapped out of his trance long enough to throw Haechan a glare. It was clear to him what the little shit was implying. “He couldn't come.”

“Really?” Haechan raised an eyebrow. “Because when I invited him, he said you—”

“Be a good host and go greet your other guests.” Jeno commanded, not willing to let his cousin speak any further and potentially say something stupid like he had the habit of doing.

“Come on, Jisung.” Haechan smirked. “I think Y/N wants to stay here and have a little more champagne.”

The scathing looks he received from both you and his cousin made Haechan realize that you two would a great (and terrifying) couple. Intimidated as he was, he still planned to use Jeno's infatuation with you to his advantage. This party was only the first step of a very long plan he had.

“I'm surprised.” Jeno said after your two friends left. “You don't seem like the type of person to get along with Haechan.”

“He's fun to be around.” You admitted, looking off to where he was excitedly greeting the rest of the people he invited.

Jeno hummed, not knowing what to make of the softness in your eyes. Just before he could keep the conversation going, Chenle came to him telling him about a problem one of his companies was having with one of the executive directors. He looked back at you, but you waved him off with the promise to speak to him later.

After having an impromptu conference call in one of the cabins, Jeno was finally able to go back up to rejoin the party. The first time he caught sight of you again, you were surrounded by two boys who he recognized as alphas. A deep satisfaction settled in his chest when he saw you very clearly brush off their attempts to approach. You hadn't so much as acknowledged them properly.

“Staring at my friend like some creep isn't going to make her come talk to you.”

Jeno turned to glare at Haechan. He still couldn't believe his idiot cousin was actually a friend of yours. He guessed he couldn't be too disappointed since it gave him the chance to see you again.

“If you don't go talk to her, Mark will just keep bothering her all night.”

“Mark?” Jeno couldn't keep the growl out of his voice.

Haechan shrugged innocently like he wasn't full on instigating (and lying). “He's been flirting with her since the semester started. Look, he's going up to her right now. That's like the third—”

He hadn't even finished his sentence before Jeno made his way over to where you and this Mark were standing.

You loved Mark, you really did, but he had been talking to you for all of ten seconds, and you were already done with the conversation. Listening to the problems he had with his mate wasn't your idea of a good time. The champagne wasn't helping, either.

“—that your boyfriend?”

You only tuned back in because of the words he whispered in your ear. As you glanced up at him, he nodded his head in a different direction, looking extremely intimidated. You followed his gaze only to find that Jeno was not only glaring at Mark, but also heading in your direction.

That gaze was doing something to you.

“Why would you think that?” You wondered without taking your eyes off the fine specimen that was Lee Jeno.

“The way he's looking at you—”

“Y/N.” Jeno spoke, his deep voice sending a tingle straight through you. “Sorry I took so long.”

You held back a smirk when Mark muttered an excuse about going to find Renjun. He practically ran off, not caring that it would've seemed rude. As you looked back at Jeno, you giggled quietly when you saw him glaring in Mark's direction.

“I think you'll have the entire boat on their knees if you don't calm down.”

Jeno belatedly realized that many of the guests were starting to feel the affects of his emotions. You surprised him by reaching for his hand and tugging him toward you. When you gently rubbed your cheek against his own, Jeno practically melted. “I know you get agitated around other alphas.”

Haechan's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Jeno throw his head back and laugh. He looked absolutely smitten as he leaned into you and whispered something into your ear. It seemed like he wouldn't need to do much to nudge you two together.

“Your cousin is watching us.” You said with a laugh.

Jeno cocked his head to the side before looking back at you with a smirk. “He thinks I'm trying to approach.”

“And he thinks I'm going to let you.”

Jeno swallowed thickly. “Can I?”

Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was the fact that Jeno was the most respectful alpha you had ever met, or maybe it was because you'd never wanted anyone as badly as you did him. Whatever the reason was, you found yourself nodding. “Yes.”

When you tipped your head to give him full access to the length of your neck, Jeno gently nosed along the soft flesh, breathing in all the pheromones you were releasing. He doesn't care that you two are amongst a boat full of people. Right now all he can focus is on you, and by the smell of it, you were feeling the same way.

Haechan nearly fainted when he saw the impossible. You and Jeno had skipped several steps of his plan and ended up near the final stage.

He was definitely getting his own yacht much sooner than he had originally planned.

“Listen, I'm only here because Jeno asked me to come with you.”

When Haechan said asked, he really meant ordered. Not that making you look like an absolute dream for the date his cousin had arranged wasn't already part of his plan, but still… his cousin could be very aggressively dictating when he wanted to be.

You had planned to buy a lavish dress from one of the fancy stores that Haechan was currently pulling you into from the start, except Jeno insisted that he would pay not only for the outfit for your date, but any other clothes you wanted as well. Usually, you wouldn't accept anyone paying for something you wanted. However with Jeno, things were different. He was respectfully demonstrating how he could provide for you, and it made your insides feel warm.

After Haechan made you try on at least a dozen dresses, you finally found one that you were both pleased with. A satin dress that hugged every single ridge and curve of your body. You looked so good that Haechan wouldn't be surprised if Jeno marked you as soon as he saw you.

Your friend drove you back to his house, insisting that you get ready at his place because he wanted to see the look on Jeno's face when he saw you.

All the long hours you spent getting ready felt worth it the moment you walked downstairs and found Jeno waiting for you. His suit fit him perfectly, clearly accentuating his muscular form. Fuck. He really wasn't going to make this easy on you.

The unadulterated hunger his gaze held when you approached him awoke a fire in you. Yeah. You were definitely going to eat him up by the end of the night.

Haechan watched from afar as his smitten cousin whisked you away. It was almost comical how smoothly his plan was going.

The restaurant Jeno brought you to was the most exclusive one in the city. All eyes were on you as you walked past the line and were seated right away. You'd known Jeno had power and influence, but seeing it in real time was something else.

“Do you prefer red or white wine?”

“Either is fine.” You told him, not wanting to mention that the only wine you'd ever had was the cheap kind Jisung would bring over on movie night.

When the waiter approached the table, you let Jeno order for the both of you since you had never heard of more than half the things on the menu. You glanced around, noticing that you kept getting inconspicuous looks from the surrounding tables. It made the nerves eating at your stomach coil uncomfortably.

“Can I have your hand?”

Jeno's question snapped you back to reality. His gentle gaze made you give in to his request. As soon as you put your hand in his, his thumb softly brushed over the scent gland on your wrist. You could feel the heat on your face. Damn. He'd caught on to your feelings.

“I can request another table if—”

“No!” You shook your head. “This table is fine. It's just... do you own this restaurant or something? Everyone keeps staring at us.”

“My father owns it.” Jeno clarified like it was a normal thing to say. “And they're staring because I'm having dinner with the prettiest omega in the room.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't fight the smile stretching on your lips. “Shut up.”

Jeno couldn't keep the satisfied grin off his face. While he absolutely loved your feral side, he didn't mind the coy side you were displaying.

You didn't realize you were still holding hands with Jeno until your food was brought out. The way your eyes lit up every time you tried something you never tasted before made Jeno's chest fill with warmth. He wanted to keep seeing that look on your face, be the reason for it.

“Haechan was surprised that you let me approach.” He said suddenly. Jeno was admittedly surprised as well. Even he could tell you didn't think highly of alphas or any male that tried to formally approach you.

“I've never met anyone that I felt was worthy of approaching.”

Jeno swallowed thickly, his heart pounding. “And you think that I am?”

The smile you gave him was blinding. “I do.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, and before either of you knew it, you two were back at Jeno’s place. Honestly, he hadn't planned on taking you back to his house, but he was quickly finding out that you could easily bend him to your will. The craziest part was that he didn't mind one bit.

His lack of resistance to your charm was the exact reason Jeno found himself on his bed, with you on top of him. He felt exactly like he did when you scented him at the club. Except this time he had no reason to stop what he was doing. But he knew that he couldn’t let it go any further.

And so, very reluctantly did he pull away from you. “Wait. We shouldn't do this.”

“Why not?” You whined, yes, whined. Never in your life had you felt so turned on, and him acting like a complete gentleman wasn't helping.

“We've only been out once.” Jeno said, the reason sounding ridiculous even to his own ears.

“So what?” You growled. “It's not like it's the last time we'll go out.”

That was enough to make any little control Jeno had snap.

He flipped you over so you were beneath him. Jeno helped you pull off your dress, and let out a low growl when he saw you were only wearing panties and no bra. His head dipped down to capture one of your hardened buds in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple before he gentle nipped at it with his teeth. Your soft whimpers were driving him crazy.

Jeno pulled back, completely enraptured by how you were looking at him with a dark, lust-filled gaze. Seeing the desperate way you were spreading your legs, he decided to indulge you. He trailed his hand down your body until his fingers circled your covered pussy. To find you soaking wet made Jeno's dick twitch. Fuck. All this, and he hadn't evened touched you properly yet. He bit his bottom lip as he watched you writhe in pleasure.

You nearly whined when Jeno pulled away from the part where you needed him the most. He sat up long enough to pull his shirt and pants off. The giant bulge being contained by his underwear made your mouth water.

Jeno started kissing down your body until he got to your covered heat. “I have to get you ready—have to taste you first.”

In the next moment, Jeno was dragging your panties down your thighs and holding them open before he shoved his mouth into your wet, aching cunt. Your arched your back, instinctively closing your thighs around Jeno's head. He forced them back down, licking you all over and shoving his tongue deep inside you.

It's not long before your thighs begin to shake out of our pleasure, your moans sounding almost pornographic. Just as you're about to reach the edge, Jeno pulled back, his mouth and chin covered with your juices. You'd never seen a more erotic sight.

“So sweet.” Jeno licked his lips. “My sweet little omega.”

“I...” you spoke through your pants. “I'm not...”

“You are for me.”

Before you could form a coherent response, a thick finger slid inside you. It wasn’t enough to give you the release you were looking for, but you clench around it and grind into his hand anyway. His movements are too slow, making you whine out of frustration. “Jeno, please.”

As always, Jeno is powerless to your pleas and yanks his fingers out of you, but not before sucking them dry to get another taste of your essence. You squirm in place, desperate to have him relieve the ache between your legs.

Your mouth goes dry when Jeno slides off his underwear to reveal his thick, long cock. It's so pretty, something that belonged in porn. You can't stop staring at the thicker part near the base. Fuck. You can only imagine how big his knot would be.

As if reading your mind, Jeno smirked down at you. “Thinking about taking my knot?”

“Yes.” You moan shamelessly as the fat tip of his cock catches along your entrance, gently nudging against your swollen clit.

Jeno repeats the action, allowing his tip to linger and press inside you before pulling it out. He kept doing it, loving the way you were clamping down on his head. The sight of your needy cunt trying to suck him back in was an image he would never forget.

You moaned loudly when Jeno finally shoved his dick all the way inside in a single thrust. All you could focus on was the monstrous cock splitting you open deliciously. “Alpha!”

Your own words don't register until Jeno stops. His eyes are dark, dark, dark when he pulls away from your jaw to look at you. “Say that again.” Jeno practically growls.

You looped your hands around his neck and shoved your face against the underside of his jaw. “Alpha.” You whimpered as you clenched around him. “You feel so good.”

Jeno pulls out enough to see that your slick was covering his cock and dripping down the length of it. Something inside him snapped, and he starts fucking into you at a savage pace. His harsh thrusts have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, incoherent mumbles and moans slipping past your lips. Jeno's groaning is like music to your ears, and you feel like you’re seconds away from gushing all over him.

The feeling of your sweet cunt clamping down on him has Jeno moaning, trying his hardest not to blow his load too early. He continues to fuck you hard, rolling deft fingers over the swell of your pussy. “Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight.”

You quickly capture his lips in a sloppy kiss because you know you'll come undone quickly if he doesn't stop talking. Every drag of his thick length is pushing you closer to the edge, the heady scent of your slick filling the air as you grind you hips into Jeno's to match his thrusts.

“You're perfect.” Jeno groans. “Perfect, beautiful omega.”

His hips are snapping now, and his movements hurt, but feel so delicious at the same time. It hurts because you haven’t taken anything in a long time, and you know Jeno can feel that by the way he's moaning into your shoulder, cock slamming into your harder than before.

You want Jeno to cum inside you, to knot you and claim you. Just as you feel the base of his cock slowly forming and swelling, you can't hold back your orgasm anymore. Your moan was loud and pornographic as you tightened around Jeno's cock, creaming all over him.

Jeno had never seen a hotter sight than you reaching your high. The way your head was thrown back in absolute bliss paired with your fucked out expression was everything.

“Y/N!” Jeno groans as he starts cumming, spilling his hot, thick seed inside you.

It's not a proper knot like the one he would've had if he was having a rut, but it manages to keep all his cum inside. You pull Jeno impossibly closer, nuzzling into his neck.

His room smells incredible, and you know then and there that you'll never leave Jeno's side.

“Hold on. You think what?”

Haechan looked like he was on the verge of having an aneurism.

You and Jisung were hanging out at his apartment when he brought up how you were going to marry his cousin. Once you realized that he wasn’t joking, you informed your two friends that Jeno wasn't courting you, that you only let him approach because of your mutual need to have fun.

“What the hell are you doing with him if he's not courting you?” Jisung demanded, not liking where the conversation was going. Having a mate wasn't everything, but being treated with respect was.

You pressed your lips together. The relationship was obvious to you. If you weren't officially together, but still spent time with him, had sex, and accepted all the luxurious gifts he gave you, it was clear what was going on. But that was okay because Jeno had never given you any false hope of anything more and vice versa. You two were just having fun.

“I think you're missing something.” Haechan insisted. “My cousin doesn't just go around giving people penthouses, okay?”

Jisung looked at you with wide eyes. “He did what?”

Luckily, you got a text from Jeno at that moment, telling you he was waiting for you outside. “I got to go, but I’ll tell you about it later. I promise.”

When you got into the sleek black car that belonged to Jeno, you noticed that he was staring at his phone with a deep frown on his face. Like second nature, you leaned over to gently nuzzle at his hair. Immediately, you felt his tension dissipate.

“What's wrong?” You wondered as you nosed at his cheek.

Jeno swallowed thickly. What was wrong was that he had gotten a text from his cousin, demanding to know why you thought he wasn't courting you. But he didn't want to upset you, so he reluctantly lied and told you things at work had been stressful lately.

As you two drove back to his place, you couldn't help but think back on Jisung's words. What were you doing with Jeno if he wasn't courting you? It was a complicated question because at the beginning just having fun was fine, but more time you spent with Jeno, the more infatuated you became with him.

How could you not when he always treated you so respectfully? Jeno always insisted on taking you on luxurious dates and on spontaneous shopping trips. It was all too much sometimes, but you enjoyed it almost as much as you enjoyed having him by your side.

And not to mention the gifts.

If you so much as stared at something too long, he would buy it for you. Anything you wanted, from food to jewelry to clothes, it was yours. When you told Jeno that you didn't have any more room for his gifts, he turned around and gifted you a penthouse apartment in one of the many buildings he owned.

Which is why when you got to his place, you started to thank him properly.

The soft growl he let out against the curve of your jaw sent a tingle straight to your pussy. You moaned softly and threw your head back when his strong hands tightened on your hips, guiding you down to press your aching cunt against his clothed cock.

“Alpha!” The wonton moan made him buck his hips into yours. Fuck. You were going to be the death of him.

You're pretty sure that he can feel your slick leaking through your underwear, and you're certain that's he's loving every bit of it. Jeno is quick to bring a hand down between you. You whimper softly when he runs a finger against your clothed slit. He rubs it a bit before pulling down the fabric down your legs.

Jeno quickly unbuckled his pants to reveal his thick cock. The hunger in your eyes made Jeno grin and pull you down against his throbbing length. You breathed out a needy please, desperate to have some friction against your aching cunt.

The alpha dragged you along the length of his thick cock, soaking it in your essence. Your slick dripped down his balls and on to the sheets between his parted thighs. Jeno's pleased smirk made your pussy clench in want. Fuck. He looked so hot.

In the next moment, you felt his wet tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple, and you nearly lost it. “Jeno.” You moaned pathetically. “I need– I need...”

Jeno suckled at your hardened bud, running his tongue over it again and again. Fuck. It turned him on to hear you beg, but it wasn't enough. “You need what, baby?” He shifted his hips, brushing the tip of his fat cock against your entrance to coax an answer out of you. “Tell me.”

“I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

Jeno could never deny you anything, especially when you were begging him like you were. He brushed the tip of his dick against you again before slowly pushing you down on to it. He forced your walls apart with a deep, guttural groan. No matter how many times he fucked you, he could never get used to how tight you were.

Before Jeno could move, you started bouncing on his massive cock. You were eager to bring him to pleasure since he was always so good to you. Every time you sunk down on his hot length, you whimpered in pure delight. Every time he was inside you, you were reminded that you could never get enough of his dick.

He smirked sinfully. Fuck, you were perfect. Jeno spanked your ass with such force that you rocked forward. When you fell on his muscular chest, he put on hand on your hip and the other on your ass. He started guiding you up and down his cock, his large tip hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“You're so fucking hot.” Jeno growled.

Your slick dripped down his balls and made the sound of his skin slapping against yours entirely carnal. Every clap of his heavy balls on your ass jolted you and forced you to brace yourself on his strong chest. A fist tightened around your hair, pulling you to his lips where he devoured you with a lust-fuelled kiss.

Jeno swallowed your squeal as his thumb found your aching clit, rubbing at it in practised circles. The wet gush of your slick coating his unrelenting cock felt amazing. The world seemed to spin off its axis as you listened to the moans of the man still fucking into you.

You two reached your climax together, muffling each other’s groans with a sloppy kiss. After you pulled away, you started scenting each other like you did every time you were done having sex.

After you two got dressed and were ready to leave, Jeno pulled you in for a sweet, but heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth when you heard the sound of footsteps. You vaguely registered the sound of a throat clearing, but you couldn’t pull away because Jeno's firm grip didn't let you move an inch.

“Son.”

It was only then that Jeno loosened his hold, but kept a firm grip on you. To say that you were mortified to see a man who was clearly Jeno's father standing two feet away from where you two were making out was an understatement. Jeno was quick to scent into your hair, easily stifling some of the unease you felt.

“So, you really are courting an omega.”

His tone wasn't disapproving, and that's what threw you. So did the fact that he said Jeno was courting you, and Jeno didn't deny it.

A smile broke out on the older man's face. “It's about time!”

The older man rushed forward to take you out of his sons arms and give you a bone crushing hug. Bewildered at the sudden physical contact, you stood stolidly with your hands hovering over his back. Eventually you decided that despite his misunderstanding of the situation, it was better for Jeno to tell him at a later time. You gently returned his hug, unsure why your chest suddenly felt so heavy.

His dad pulled back, the bright smile still in place. “I never thought my son would ever bring back a nice girl with that personality of his.”

Jeno would’ve usually felt annoyed, but your mellifluous laugh soothed any irritation that he could've had.

“I don't see a mark.” His father said disapprovingly as he gave Jeno the side eye. “Your mother and I raised you to do things right.”

You blushed a bit because it was you who had wanted to get straight into fucking. Not that you were going to receive Jeno's bite, but still...

It was silent as you took the elevator up to your new place. Just before you could get to the door, Jeno came to a stop, but didn't let go of your hand. He tugged toward him, effectively trapping you against him. He cuddled you aggressively, not letting you get away.

“Talking to my dad made you upset.” Jeno murmured against your neck.

You sighed. It did, but not in the way he probably thought. “I just... won't he be disappointed when he finds out that I'm not going to be your mate?”

Jeno stopped cuddling you and turned you around to face him. He raised an eyebrow at you. It was almost teasing. “Is this your way of telling me you don't want me to court you?”

Your brain short circuited. “I- What?”

You never gave it a thought because you were too busy living in the moment and enjoying the fantasy you were living before it inevitably came to an end.

“You didn't think I would ever let anyone else have you, did you?”

Being courted was the single most romantic and frustrating thing that ever happened to you. Of course you appreciated the way Jeno was behaving, but you also wanted him to mate you and fuck you like you knew he could. For some reason, he insisted on waiting for your next heat which wasn't that long away, but also too long for your liking.

Now it was a little less than three days away, and Jeno had prepared everything. He even had Chenle fill his house with plenty of water and food.

“For your heat, I'll get you anything you may need. I don't know how your other partners treat—”

“I've never had a partner for any of my heats. You'll be the first.”

Jeno went still. Fuck.

You gave him your signature smirk. “You'll take care of me, won't you, alpha?”

Jeno knew you were only goading him into breaking the patience he had kept up until now. Especially with the way you were no longer keeping your scent wrapped up so it wasn't so potent. He grit his teeth and quickly stood up.

“Be good. I'll be back from my business trip right before you go into heat.”

And he was, but just barely. Jeno had to rush back home from the airport after he'd gotten word from Haechan that your heat had started sooner than expected.

When walked through the door, he could smell you instantly. His dick immediately got hard, and he blindly followed your scent to his room. There, he found the nest made up of his clothes and your own. You were laying in the middle of it, completely naked. Jeno growled lowly when you turned your lustful gaze at him.

“Alpha.” You whimpered as you toyed with your dripping pussy. "It hurts."

Jeno vaguely remembers tearing off every shred of clothing he was wearing to join you in the nest you created while he was gone. He crawled on top of you, nuzzling closer to chase your delicious scent. A delighted purr escapes him when you tip your neck for him, your entire body reacting to his presence.

“Jeno.” You breathed out, sounding completely spent.

Jeno hummed quietly, lips trailing gently over your collarbone. Your skin is so hot that he can only imagine how hot and wet your pussy must be. His cock twitches at the thought of having that heat wrapped around him. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I've been waiting for you.” Came your breathless confession. The sweetness that is your scent starts to build and gets stronger. Jeno didn't think he could get harder than he already was, but to smell your scent growing sweeter for him is... fuck.

“You'll never wait again.” Jeno promises. “This cock is all yours, gorgeous.”

His words make you keen. “You're going to knot me?”

Your desperate question has him pressing a sweet kiss to your hair. Fuck. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. “Yes. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum and knot you until you're carrying my pups.”

You let out a deep, contented sigh, and Jeno wastes no time in prying your legs open. To see your swollen pussy dripping in slick was a mouthwatering sight. He experimentally pressed his thumb on your lips, licking his lips when you moaned softly. He knew omegas were extremely sensitive when in heat, and he couldn't wait to ruin you in the way he knew you wanted him to.

His fingers rubbed you slick cunt as your arousal dripped down to your ass. You arched your back when he slid two fingers inside you and twisted them to hit just the right spot. With a loud moan, you rocked your hips into his hand, desperate for release. It didn't take long for you to clench tightly around his fingers and gush all over them as your orgasm washed over you.

Jeno slipped his fingers out of you and pumped his cock with his sticky hand, spreading your slick over his throbbing length. Another wave of your scent hits him, and Jeno feels like his brain turned to static. Fuck. Your skin is glowing and your gaze is as heated as ever.

“My sweet little omega, you're already dripping for me. You're desperate for this cock, aren't you?”

“Yes!” You moaned loudly. “I need it! Please...”

Jeno slowly eased himself inside you, his main priority to make you feel better than you ever had in your life. It's so easy to get his cock inside you because of how wet you are. Your cunt clenches sporadically around his cock like it's close to being too much, but you open up obediently anyway. Jeno slowly starts to fuck you into the mattress, savoring the feeling of your heat wrapped around him.

Your pussy is slick but still tight, clutching at the thick width of Jeno's cock. One of his hands slides down to feel where you two connected, purring in delight when he sees how stretched your entrance has gotten around him. His knot is already starting to swell, and Jeno thinks deliriously about how much wider you're going to have to stretch to take all of him.

“Look how well you're taking me, babygirl.” Jeno growled as he started to pound into you. “So ready for my knot.”

“Want your knot, alpha!” You moaned as he fucked into you harder, entirely focused on the feel of his dick pumping into you. Another moan tore out of your throat as you started to rock your hips up to meet movements.

“Gonna give it to you.” Jeno said through a low groan. You're too pinned to move, and now you're just laying there, taking his cock. “You're mine now.”

“All yours.” You agreed mindlessly, knowing no one else could ever elicit such a response from you.

At your words, Jeno started to slam his cock into your leaking cunt repeatedly, reaching a spot that no other man had ever touched. Every thrust felt like absolute euphoria. You chanted Jeno's name like a mantra as he kept hammering into you.

Jeno was desperate to see you fall apart on his cock. He could see how close you were, your glossy eyes full of absolute heat. Just the mere sight of you so gone for him made his knot swell even more. He shoved his hips forward, grinding himself impossibly close to you.

“Open up for me, babygirl. Open up and take my knot.” Jeno moaned, fucking into you so hard that you started to the feel of his knot bruising into your sopping cunt.

Jeno doesn't stop, rolling his hips hard until he feels the swell pop inside and you let out a dazed noise. “Fuck! Alpha!”

His brain fixated on the overwhelming sensation of finally popping his knot inside of you. There was a mind blowing pleasure of fucking his knot into your overwhelming warmth and tightness. Your dizzying scent filled the room as you came with a loud shout. You clenched around him, the pressure that was building finally snapping. You rolled your hips with a pathetic whine, cumming on Jeno's knot just like you were supposed to.

Jeno drilled into you for a few more strokes and then his hips were stuttering as he finally reached his climax. He groaned loudly as he settled himself as deep inside as he can. Then his cock was spurting cum inside of you. Jeno grunted while he released, his seed filling you up until there was no more room for it.

Jeno purred gently as you clung on to him in dazed pleasure. He can hardly breathe with how good it feels, the long slow pulses of his orgasm still rolling through him with every jerk of his cock, his hot cum still filling you up. Jeno nuzzles closer to nose along your jaw, licking at the sweat there.

“Look at you, full of my knot and cum.”

You grind your into him, smirking when Jeno shivers at the way your pussy clenches around his knot. The way you tip your neck to silently ask for his bite makes Jeno grin. He presses a gentle kiss to his omega’s neck, conveying all the love he has for you.

And then he bites down.

Mine.

It's the end of the week when Haechan finally goes to visit you at his cousin's place. He regrets it as soon as he gets off the elevator and smells your scent mixed with his cousin’s.

A sympathetic frown graces his face when he sees Chenle coming out of Jeno's penthouse. He looked so haggard and traumatized that Haechan could only offered him a sympathetic pat on the back as he approached him.

“I'll mention to Y/N that you've been feeling a exhausted lately.” It would just be one of the many things he was going to ask of you once you were done with your heat. “I guarantee you that Jeno will let you go on a paid vacation within a few days.”

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