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Every single day since September 20th. The one day that was already engraved onto Jeongguk’s brain. But that didn’t mean he would let himself go even a day without the memory of it.
He smirked under his breath stretching casually in his seat. In the seat. The exact same since September 20th. The one that had the perfect view at the whole restaurant. The one that allowed Jeongguk to pretend that he was so interested in the morning newspaper while tracing with his eyes the only object that he came every single day to see. Well, not exactly an object but the most perfect human being that has ever walked on the ground of Earth.
Alpha fixed himself in the chair one more time, brushing his dark locks and tucking some behind his ear. He have made sure two of his black buttons remained unbuttoned, completing his perfectly black attire. He glanced at himself in the mirror with a corner of his eyes that was hanging on the nearby wall.
Not that he particularly needed to be reminded of his appearance. Multiple omegas, betas, huh, even alphas have been reminding him daily about his looks. The casual yet breathy looks during business meetings, the soft flirty touches, the desperate text messages written with fake nonchalance. The borderline aggressive flirting when the halls in company buildings were dark, lights turned off, tired alpha trying to catch the elevator with the sole purpose of going home.
He didn’t necessarily mind the attention, finding some of his hook-ups satisfying. But not since September 20th.
In his twenty eight years of living, no one has really managed to catch his attention, to make him change from defence into offence. Born into wealth, with autocratic father who had already have a complex plan of what would be the best for his only son. Tutors on every call, various activities he would’ve taken up. He was born a with a purpose of perfection. Perfect son, perfect alpha, perfect CEO. Name it and he would be golden at anything.
Deep musky scent lingered around him, as Jeongguk waited in anticipation for the arrival of his special person.
The door behind him opened loudly causing his whole body to tense up with agitation. The adrenaline going up, blood rushing through his veins, pants tightening involuntarily in the crotch.
He knew that sound, he knew the tempo of that walk, he knew that smell – that amazing, tantalizing smell. Scent of peaches dipped in honey with the slightest hint of mint. Scent that was putting him on the edge of his sanity every single day. Scent that he just couldn’t get enough of. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever.
Scent the would very soon, make him go and risk it all.
“Good afternoon, Sir. May I start you with something to drink?” He didn’t even bother raising his head, pretending to study the menu he had memorised months ago. And that angelic voice. Soothing and turning him on at the same time.
Let’s start with my cum splattered all over your perfect pretty face.
“Water will be just fine –Jimin.” He pretended to check the name tag on the worn out shirt that used to be white. He couldn’t bother to smile. That wasn’t really a part of the persona he was putting on for the little omega.
The little omega, now frowning a bit above him. Plush lips opening with a sudden realisation.
“Oh, okay! I mean- crap I-I… Would you like to hear today’s special, Sir?” Omega’s cheeks flustered because of this obvious mistake, that he would still make, even after what was Jeongguk has learned almost two years of waitressing at this place.
“Of course.” He had to hold himself back. Simple, short answers. But it was for the best, he kept repeating in his thoughts. He couldn’t hear the words coming from blonde’s perfect lips, too invested in the way they were parting perfectly with every word omega said.
So full. So luscious. How perfectly would they look wrapped around my cock. Were they belonged. Yes, tell me what the special is, my love. Very soon you will use that sweet pink tongue of yours for something completely different.
“I’ll take that, then. Thank you and that will be all.”
He nearly interrupted the blonde who kept stuttering softly over desserts, letting omega finally take the useless menu, avoiding even the smallest physical contact. He dug his nails into both knees to prevent need to growl and claim the boy that now started to walk away. Soon, someone else would have the chance to talk with him, ask him about the entrees, appetisers or main courses. But for Jeongguk there has been only one main course.
The one leaving him now all alone, hungry and thirsty, but not for food. All the food in the world would not satisfy the appetite alpha had.
A different type of an appetite. One that could not be silenced with any food, any beverage or any amount of sex.
Only one. One thing that could me him feel full again.
And I will be full. I’ll take what belongs to me. I’ll take what was made for me. For me to fuck. For me to mate. For me to breed. You were made just for me baby. You just don’t know it yet. But soon you will know.
His mind screamed loudly, the thoughts that could not be heard. Not now.
He broke the train of spiralling thoughts to focus on the boy again. All his little curves. Slim waist, he was sure he could fit in his both hands. Thick tights, unfortunately barely visible under the uniform and the little apron. And that ass. The ass itself was making it almost unbelievably hard. In many ways.
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Alpha hummed deeply, finally unlocking the door to his office and entering the spacious hallway. After spending five long hours that seemed like five long days, disputing about cutting parts of their budget and then as if he couldn’t get a break –about some parties the board was all dead set on throwing. Would strangling the whole board and then some of his subordinates be really such a horrible thing?
He collapsed into the chair lifelessly, boring his eyes into the darkening Seoul’s sky. Breath after breath, he tilted his head back letting it fall on the headboard, hand lazily undoing his belt and reaching to the zipper. His warm half-hardened cock freed. Finally. He gave it few lazy strokes before moving the chair to reach the nearest cabinet. He quickly reached to one of the drawers, pace already rising, grasping to the soft material that was laying on top of some irrelevant reports. He brought the baby pink cotton panties to his face, breathing in the faintest scent of peachy aroma that was left on the delicate material. But it was enough to make his cock throb like crazy. Stroke after stroke he grasped the chair yanking his head with a loud growl on his lips.
The dark, empty halls, all the way to the 30th floor where alpha was safe enough to feel the intimacy when the strong scent of his hot splashing cum with the weak aroma of omega’s slick came to his nostrils. He smiled remembering the little incident that effected in him getting in the possession of this gem.
The fading smell of omega’s slick and his fresh cum combined together, as they should be.
Soon you won’t be able to remember yourself without my scent on you. Without my musk on your peaches. Without my cum in your hole. Without my seed in your womb.
Jeongguk steadied his breath putting his swollen cock into the pants, smile never leaving his face. He leaned against the window for the last time today looking at the small creatures on the streets below him. Just where they belonged. Below him.
Tomorrow.
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The sight of his father with a whiskey in one hand and a remote control in the other wasn’t exactly pleasing. It was much more annoying than anything really. Jeon Jiwoon, spread on one of the large leather sofas in Jeongguk newly bought penthouse, looking like an actual owner of this place.
Jeongguk sometimes questioned had it not been the truth.
His father, in his late fifties. Still looking better that those young cocky alphas acting like they owned the fucking world. Except, in this case, the older Jeon actually did. The small dirty world of Souls finest wanted to either befriend him, listen to him, cherish him while masking the fear –or stay as far away from him as possible.
Jeongguk would choose the last option. But he has never had the option to begin with. So he gulped, trying to cover any annoyance or tardiness.
“I can see you’re getting cosy, father. Have you already forgotten the reason I even bought this place?” He smirked as he was announcing his arrival. Arrival of the actual owner.
“Well I don’t see him here now.” Older man looked around with a devilish grin “And I can’t think of a reason for all those bottles to just stand in your minibar. There are not just exhibits, you know? They taste really good.”
“I’ll pass, but I think it’s the time we talk about your little alcohol problem.” The young alpha stated as he rested on the big armchair next to his father.
A forced silence, far from pleasant came around them as they sat in the living room looking at the fireplace.
“Tomorrow then?”
It was an obvious question. Followed by equally obvious answer.
“Yes.”
“Are you prepared?”
“Of course I am.” He let his chest puff and annoyance came back painted across his face. “Look around. Everything within your eyesight and beyond was made for him. Every centimetre of this house is prepared for his arrival.”
Tomorrow you won’t be sleeping in this shithole you call “your apartment”.
On those cheap ikea-like furniture.
In that obscured neighbourhood.
You won’t be freezing cold because your bill is too high and your little salary still wasn’t enough.
You won’t call your little fiancé with your sweet ‘goodnights’.
Frankly, you won’t ever speak a word to him.
Tomorrow.
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