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“You want to… stay like this? For my meeting?”
The naked omega currently wiggling around on his lap, on his knot, stilled at his words. “What? I can’t?”
Hoseok's traitorous cock twitched at the mere idea of his many alpha subordinates seeing him lay claim to the gorgeous little omega seated on top of him. “I didn’t say that.”
“Well then I’d like to stay, if it’s all the same to you. And besides, it’s not like everyone in the crime syndicate doesn’t already know you’re fucking me, right?” Yoongi said with a contented sigh, snuggling more firmly into his chest.
Hoseok supposed he had a point, but he hadn’t realized exhibitionism was a particular kink of the omega’s before this. And perhaps it wasn’t, if the cloyingly sweet scent now filling the air was any indication. Ah, so his little pet was going into heat, and soon. That made much more sense, but still had him mentally groaning. As if Yoongi wasn’t incorrigible enough already, his heats made him damn near impossible to say no to. But then, Hoseok supposed that was his own fault for doting on him as much as he did.
When Yoongi had first been delivered to him as a gift-- no, an apology, from the Min clan for not being able to repay the rather hefty sum of money they'd owed him, Hoseok hadn’t quite known what to make of the silver haired omega. He’d been promised an obedient bedmate, among other things, and though Yoongi was that, Hoseok hadn’t exactly accounted for just how much more the smaller man would be. From his sharp wit and effortless beauty, to his surprising temper and naturally demanding nature, Yoongi was a treasure easily worth ten times the amount of money initially borrowed. Though, he supposed he'd spent that much money on the omega by this point as well, not that it mattered when Hoseok literally ran the entirety of Seoul’s seedy underbelly.
He wasn’t sure how Yoongi had been treated previously by the Mins -the omega always grew uncharacteristically quiet whenever his past was brought up- but it made no difference to Hoseok. In his care, Yoongi wanted for nothing, and as far as Hoseok was concerned, he could be spending more of the alpha's fortune if he so desired. Crime lord or not, Jung Hoseok was a man that took the utmost care of his possessions.
Truly contemplating the omega’s earlier naughty request, Hoseok eventually relented, as he so often did when it came to Yoongi. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”
“I always behave," the omega replied breezily with a light shrug.
Hoseok laughed at the outright lie, but he let it slide all the same. After all, Yoongi's brattiness was a huge part of the reason he adored the stunning creature nestling into him in the first place. One would argue perhaps a little too much, but that was a debate for another day. Adjusting them both so their joining would at least be somewhat covered by his desk, Hoseok buzzed his secretary to let the other crime lords in.
His pet nuzzled shyly into his neck, as if suddenly embarrassed by what Hoseok was actually allowing to happen, but he merely stroked along the omega’s back absently, alpha eyes flashing gold as he stared down each and every man now entering the room. He challenged a single one of them to say a fucking word, while at the same time knowing that none of them would dare. Sometimes it paid to be the most feared alpha in all of the Eastern Hemisphere.
The meeting lasted over four hours, but aside from the little kittenish pants and moans into his neck, Yoongi was true to his word about behaving, only distracting Hoseok every now and again with a tight squeezing of his ass as he otherwise sat obediently warming his cock. A kingpin could get used to this sort of thing.
Unfortunately, Hoseok had also had to cut the meeting short, Yoongi’s scent becoming entirely too distracting for his own sanity. Hell, he’d even heavily debated on marking the omega in front of the other alphas caught staring hungrily at his wanton pet, but in the end, he’d refrained. Call him a romantic, he supposed, but Hoseok would rather Yoongi be in his right mind for such a serious undertaking. Hoseok had let out a growl of displeasure when his underlings didn't leave the room as quickly as he would have liked, however, causing them to disperse in a hurry. No doubt the scent of Yoongi's heat was affecting everyone, not just him, and while Hoseok couldn’t particularly blame them for it... he didn't have to like it either.
Once they were well and truly alone again, Hoseok pulled the omega gently away from his neck by his soft, silver hair, those gorgeous blue eyes staring dazedly up at him.
"How are you feeling, pet? Do you need me to take you up to your personal suite?" Hoseok asked, knowing full well that the omega would vigorously refuse. And Yoongi did just that with a stubborn little shake of his head.
“Want to stay with you,” the omega pleaded quietly, all but breaking Hoseok’s heart.
For as much as Hoseok was realizing that he too wanted to spend every waking moment with his prized jewel, he'd unfortunately never been able to fully spend one of Yoongi's heats with him. He would visit and sate him as often as he could, of course, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for Yoongi, the haughty omega resisting him at first from sheer anger at being left alone and locked away for even one minute. Yoongi’s stubbornness while he was in heat was commendable, but in the end, the defiant omega always grew so pliant beneath him, blossoming under his every touch.
And if anyone noticed the many scratches and bite marks marring Hoseok’s own skin afterwards, they were smart enough not to comment on them.
Though the omega had only been in his possession for a little over six months, Hoseok would be lying if he said he didn't want to spend the entirety of Yoongi’s week-long heat with him, crime syndicate be damned. Surely they'd be fine without him for seven days? But even as he thought it, he had to chuckle at the blatant lie. Hoseok hadn't taken a day off in eight years, and probably didn't understand the true meaning of the term at this point. Cutting the meeting short just now had been alarming enough, not that anyone could blame him for it either. And they’d be even less likely to speak on it if he would just mate the spitfire omega already. It was definitely on his to do list, but for the first time in the alpha’s life, he was… unsure.
It wasn't that he didn't want to own Yoongi in every aspect, because he did, it was just that the ever-present voice of reason in his brain didn't want to paint that kind of a target on the omega's beautiful back. Being his bedmate was dangerous enough, but if they were mated on top of it, Hoseok doubted that he'd be able to get any sleep for fear of the other potentially being taken from him. Not to mention, if one half of a mated pair died, then so did the other. Was Hoseok even capable of making himself that vulnerable? Or of putting Yoongi's own life at risk like that, for that matter?
Pouty lips parted to whine quietly up at him, pulling Hoseok from his distracting thoughts to once again pay attention to the feast that was all but laid out on his lap. "Aww, I'm sorry, pet, were you feeling neglected just now? Let me make it up to you," he cooed, thrusting up into the pliant body above him languidly. Crystalline eyes glazed over with each steady rock of his hips, Yoongi's body uncoordinated even as he tried to match Hoseok thrust for thrust. The poor thing's legs were probably asleep with how he'd been sitting for the past several hours. "There there, let me do all the work, hmm? Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing."
He could practically see the omega's distaste swimming through the haze of Yoongi's heat, but his pet didn't verbally acknowledge him, just pursed his lips in disapproval.
"What, you don't want to be my little pillow princess for the next week? I think you've earned a break with how hard you typically work for me, don't you?" he teased, even as the omega shook his head in disagreement, tight walls once again clenching down onto his cock.
"Want to please you."
"Precious thing, you always please me," Hoseok assured the omega cutely slurring above him. Standing up, he made to pull out of the other so it would be less distracting to walk, but Yoongi wrapped those pale, lithe legs around his hips quickly, sliding ever so slightly down his body to keep him seated that much deeper. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
But the omega said nothing in reply to his words, merely hummed contentedly into his neck, nuzzling and licking along his pulse. Yeah, he knew.
In times such as these, it paid to work where you lived, Hoseok having a private elevator directly across from his office that would take them straight up to the penthouse suite. He had a feeling they would both appreciate the privacy, and the bed. Nodding to his secretary in passing, the redhead merely chuckled at the sight before him.
"You really have your hands full this time, don't you?" Jimin smirked.
“You’re not funny, so I suggest you stop trying.”
“Taehyung likes my jokes well enough,” the secretary said with a sly shrug, making a muscle in Hoseok’s cheek twitch with just how hard he was clenching his jaw.
Hoseok and the snarky omega addressing him had tried having a relationship once upon a time, but it had become glaringly apparent that they weren't going to work out when one of Hoseok's own bodyguards had swooped in and taken the man right out from under him. Taehyung was just lucky he'd also taken a bullet for Hoseok on more than one occasion, that was all he had to say. But as long as Jimin was happy with his choice of mate, then Hoseok was resigned on the matter, and he supposed Taehyung was owed a little happiness himself. The smug bastards deserved each other.
But now that he had Yoongi, it was truly no contest as far as his wolf was concerned. Not that Jimin wasn't utterly gorgeous in his own right, but there was just something about Yoongi's... well, everything. Regardless, he'd never tell the omega cradled in his arms that he'd ever had a relationship with his secretary. Though it would be amusing as all hell to watch, he didn't want to have to stop the territorial man from going for Jimin's throat every time they interacted. No, he and Taehyung were both quite content to watch the two gorgeous omegas play nice with each other. In multiple ways. Perhaps after Yoongi's heat was over he'd see about having another little sleepover with the mated couple, Yoongi always enjoyed those.
"How long can I expect you to grace me with your presence this time around?" his omega muttered, making him once again come out of his musings. The bitter quality tinging every word had Hoseok frowning, however. He was the one used to being disappointed by his underlings, typically, not the other way around.
"What's wrong, pet, do I not please you enough? Or did you want me to call some more bedmates for you again instead?" They had tried that the first time Yoongi had gone into heat, Hoseok not realizing how utterly long and miserable they were for the other man, but once Yoongi had come to, he'd been angry at him for weeks over it. Touchy little thing.
"I just wish you could stay inside me forever during my heats. I used to get my way all the time with my old alphas," Yoongi sighed wistfully, Hoseok's nails digging harshly into the other man’s ass at the words. "And if you don't like hearing about my past bedmates, maybe don't posture and suggest more for me when we both know neither of us want that, hmm?”
"You like Jimin and Taehyung well enough,” he countered.
"That's different, they're mated, and Taehyung doesn’t even fuck me. I don't want--"
The door opening to the 100th floor saved Yoongi from having to finish his words. Not that he had to, they were both more than aware of how the omega felt about him. And whether Hoseok would admit it aloud or not, Yoongi knew it was mutual. Every action Hoseok had ever made since their very first joining screamed with just how much the mob boss wanted nothing more than to keep Yoongi chained to his bed for the rest of their lives.
If Yoongi weren't already naked, he would’ve had to strip as soon as they got to their shared lodgings. Clothes weren't needed in their home as a general rule, unless it was an outfit specifically designed to please Hoseok. But aside from his many gorgeous piercings and delicate tattoos, the only thing adorning Yoongi's body currently was the thick diamond collar gracing his throat, his many glittering chains woven in and around it intricately. The omega loved shiny, expensive things, after all, and Hoseok was all too happy to give them to him.
"I know exactly what you want, darling boy, but if you're still talking this much, your heat isn't quite as close as I thought it was. Were you playing a little scent warfare with me earlier to get your way? What have I told you about doing that?" Hoseok tutted as he walked them to their shared bedroom. Initially, Yoongi had been kept on the floor below him, but it had taken less than a month for the omega to wheedle his way into his bed permanently. Now the only time Yoongi returned to his spacious old quarters was to be locked away for his torturous heats every other month.
"You were taking too long, and I was bored. The way they talk circles around the issue instead of just getting to the point infuriates me," Yoongi mumbled, whining when he was easily pulled off of Hoseok so that the alpha could change, the omega being thrown haphazardly onto the bed that was large enough to be classified as orgy sized. Chains jingling as he landed, Yoongi openly pouted, looking up at Hoseok through his pretty lashes.
"You’re not wrong, but that’s sadly how these things work. Now take off your collar, kitten," Hoseok commanded, all business.
His pet suddenly stiffened up, as if he were asking the unforgivable. Aside from during his baths, the omega never took the thing off, not even to sleep. To Yoongi, it was a constant reminder that he belonged to the alpha, was owned by him, and if his next indignant words were any indication, it was clear he didn’t want to remove it. "No! I'm sorry, I was bad, I won't do it again--"
Hoseok shushed the all but panicking creature with a finger to his lips, thumb tracing along that cat-like cupid's bow. "Hush now. I'm not punishing you, though devil knows you deserve it. Just listen to what I have to say for once, hmm? I seem to recall someone professing earlier that they always behave?"
Yoongi couldn’t deny that. Shaky hands coming up to remove the jingling piece of ownership, the omega made quick work of the buckle in the back, whereas Hoseok took his time to undress. Yoongi was no doubt confused, but the only reason Hoseok wanted the collar off was to get to the man's exquisite neck. Worry be damned, he'd waited long enough to take a mate. Hoseok wasn't a coward, and he knew Yoongi wasn't either, so even if they did die, it would be better that they died together. The omega had asked for his mark enough times at this point, and if he wasn't as far gone into his heat as Hoseok had previously assumed, then now was as good a time as any to make the omega his once and for all.
When they were both completely naked, his golden, scarred skin clashing against Yoongi's smooth, pale canvas of a body, Hoseok draped himself over the omega on the bed. Clawed fingers gliding along Yoongi's bare neck, Hoseok hummed when he skimmed the other man’s swollen scent gland, pressing into it firmly enough to make the omega gasp. Yoongi tilted his head to the side minutely, exposing his creamy flesh to Hoseok that much more. As if he had to, he was mouth watering enough as it was.
"Are you sure you want to be tied to me, to this lifestyle, forever?" Hoseok asked one last time. Though by this point, even if Yoongi denied him now, he'd claim him anyway. Yoongi wasn't the only one that always got what he wanted.
"I was born into this lifestyle, and I'd like to think I thrive in it. But even so, I've always wanted you. I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you, Jung Hoseok," the omega said, voice sure, confident.
Hoseok supposed that was true. Yoongi had been raised in a crime syndicate, that much was obvious. He wasn't some simpering little thing that needed saving like most of the omegas offered up to him. Still, they'd definitely need more bodyguards after this. "I just wanted to make sure, you weren't exactly given to me of your own volition."
At that, the omega's eyebrows shot up skeptically, one corner of his lips rising into a smirk. "Oh really? And here I thought you knew everything," Yoongi said with a throaty chuckle.
This time it was the alpha’s turn to stop moving, openly confused, but he’d been around Yoongi long enough by now to know that look. Like he’d just eaten the prized canary. “What do you mean?”
"Just who do you think it was in my group that suggested an omega offering to begin with? You're not the only big bad in this city with a title, you know, but perhaps you’d know me by my alias?"
Hoseok schooled his features at Yoongi's question, unsure if he wanted to kiss or strangle the pleased omega now rutting up against him like a cat in heat. And suddenly it all made sense. Yoongi was Suga, the very same leader of the clan that had owed him all that money in the first place. Hoseok had never actually met the head of the Min organization still running drugs for him, but he'd heard he was a cunning, power hungry omega. Rumors had never been more accurate. "You had the money all along, didn't you?"
“Maybe, or maybe I just wanted to see if I could keep you all to myself, darling. You aren’t exactly the easiest man to get ahold of.”
The omega crime lord merely smiled sweetly up at him as Hoseok's mind provided the rest. Eyes like sapphires, hair like the moon, and teeth as sharp as his wit. Even if no one had been able to supply Hoseok with actual pictures of the Min leader in all this time, there'd been plenty of signs. Signs that Hoseok had chosen to ignore in favor of fucking his new gorgeous, insatiable bedmate that smelled like absolute heaven and fucked like the devil himself.
And damn if Hoseok didn't get hard as a rock at how positively confident Yoongi sounded as he said, "You know, for as smart as you are, you constantly underestimate us omegas. But you're my alpha, after all, so I'll forgive you. Just this once."
Hoseok was smitten. "So you had me in your sights all along, did you, sweetheart? How crafty. You should have been born a fox over a wolf."
"Mm, I'll be sure to dye my hair red after this. I hear you like that color," Yoongi responded with a snort, though his gorgeous eyes were teasing, playful. So he'd known about Jimin all along anyway, it figured. If Hoseok weren’t so enamored, so intrigued, he’d be murderous right about now. "But my name really is Yoongi. Other than the initial setup to get closer to you, nothing has been a lie. Well, except for maybe the behaving part, but you never seemed to mind," the omega shrugged.
With each second that passed of Hoseok still not touching him, however, merely staring down at him with eyes gone alpha gold, it was clear that his pet was growing more and more unsure of his deceitful plan. It was a huge gamble on Yoongi’s part, after all. What was to stop Hoseok from killing him now that he knew the truth?
But if anything, this only confirmed what Hoseok's wolf had been telling him all along. That this cunning, devious, gorgeous little omega beneath him was his mate. Had Hoseok really been worrying earlier that Yoongi was too soft to be a mafia queen? He was utterly perfect for the title. And who could be mad about the deception when they were both getting what they wanted out of it? From the very beginning, Hoseok could have said no and refused the little omega, pressed the clan harder for the money. He just hadn't wanted to. Even then, Yoongi had smelled too good, smelled like his.
Hoseok may have been bested, but he wasn’t mad about the outcome. He couldn’t be, not when he was getting Yoongi out of the deal. No, not bested, he decided. Besotted.
"As always, I yield to your superior intellect. Now do you want me to mark you or not, brat? Because I think I’ve had quite enough of your mind games for one day."
Yoongi didn't respond, just preened as he tilted his head that much further, once again looking up at him through his lashes, eyes glowing in the dark of their shared room. Challenging him.
Leaning in, Hoseok inhaled Yoongi's scent, sweet as sugar on his tongue. How fitting. He was close to his heat too, that much hadn't been a lie, and his mark would surely set it into motion that much quicker. Hoseok had a feeling meetings like earlier were going to become a regular occurrence for them, but thankfully once Yoongi was good and claimed, his scent wouldn't bother other alphas unless he wanted it to. Not that the devious omega was above that sort of thing, as he was quickly learning, beautifully impossible creature that he was. They were perfect for each other.
Adjusting himself between them, he slid his cock into Yoongi's welcoming body, while at the same time sinking his teeth into the scent gland at his neck. The omega beneath him quaked, gasping wordlessly as he easily came between them from the overwhelming dual sensations. Pulling back from the bite but continuing his languid thrusting, Hoseok admired the bloody mark of ownership along his mate's porcelain neck, licking along the overly tender area.
But Yoongi surprised him once more, as he so often did, tilting Hoseok's neck and marking him in return, biting harsher than even Hoseok himself had. Alphas didn't need to be marked in the same way omegas did, but Yoongi had always been territorial. And he had a sneaking suspicion that his little omega wouldn’t ever let the bite heal.
The omega in question pulled back to moan as Hoseok picked up the pace of his thrusts, licking at the blood along his pretty lips. There was no room for love in a world such as theirs, and yet in that instant, Hoseok knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was utterly enraptured with Yoongi, his perfect little mate. Tattooed hands skimming along the smaller man's ribcage, Hoseok moved until he was gripping fragile wrists in one hand, holding them above the omega's head and trapping him more fully with his body.
"I love you too," Yoongi admitted in a whisper, as if he knew exactly what Hoseok was thinking, and perhaps because of their fresh mating bond, he did.
"I know you do, cunning boy. You couldn’t lie about that even if you wanted to," Hoseok said back, knowing it was true.
Other hand gripping at Yoongi's swirling hips, Hoseok pinned him in place so that he could fuck into him exactly how he wanted. Slow and deep. So, so deep, all but overwhelming his small omega with the entirety of his cock. When they'd first started fucking, Yoongi had been impossibly tight, squeezing him so hard he could barely thrust into him, but a few weeks of training his body had fixed that particular problem. Yoongi was still always so tight, but by now his body knew every hard inch of Hoseok's cock, and opened up beautifully for him.
Licking into his omega's mouth, he relished the tang of copper that still lingered there, as well as the moans he was practically devouring. Yoongi himself was already hard again, and all too ready to cum, insatiable little thing that he was. But as always, Hoseok would give him exactly what he wanted, and wouldn’t stop until he was crying sweetly beneath him from overstimulation. Be careful what you wish for.
Positioning Yoongi’s legs so that they were raised and resting on Hoseok’s shoulders, he drove into him at the new angle, still pinning Yoongi down so he couldn’t even try to wiggle his hips away to get a reprieve. The omega was whining involuntarily with each thrust, mouth hanging open as saliva slipped from the corners of his lips. Spearing past his prostate every time he shoved himself roughly into him, Hoseok fucked Yoongi relentlessly, tears streaking those cute, puffy cheeks. Hoseok did so love making a mess of him.
He hadn’t accounted for just how much better the sex would be after their bond, however, everything Yoongi was feeling all but buzzing through the invisible link now between them. Hoseok growled as his knot grew painfully hard at the base of his cock, but he made sure not to push it in until he was certain Yoongi would cum all over himself for it. And he did exactly that a few moments later.
Capturing that spit-slick mouth with his own, Yoongi screamed into the kiss as Hoseok forced his mate's smaller body open to take his knot. The alpha bit at the plush softness of the omega’s lips and groaned as Yoongi’s orgasm squeezed his knot rhythmically, tight walls milking him of every last drop of cum greedily.
Forehead resting against his mate’s after making sure the omega was in a more comfortable position, they were content to just lie together and catch their breath for a time, Yoongi full body shuddering every now and again as more cum was pumped into him. And even after his knot shrank, Hoseok stayed seated deep inside his mate, enjoying the slick heat he’d been sunk into all day. Oh yes, they’d definitely have to make this a regular occurrence.
When the omega could finally think again, though it was clear he was slipping into his heat by the genuine slur of his words this time, Yoongi asked, "Will you stay with me all week now? Or at the very least let me stay tied to you during your meetings like we did earlier? I rather liked it, and I can help you now that you know the truth. Well, after my heat is over, that is.”
"You would be talking business already," Hoseok tutted, shaking his head slowly. But who was he to refuse such a request? If his slutty little omega wanted the entirety of South Korea to know that he was Hoseok's personal cock warmer as well as his dangerous better half, then he wouldn’t deny the man. “But you should know by now that I’ll give you anything you want, my precious little omega. Ask for the very moon and it’s yours.”
Yoongi mewled his pleasure at the words, hips already twitching again for another round. His mate truly was such a spoiled little thing, but as always, Hoseok was all too happy to humor him in every way possible.
After all, when you all but ran half the world, it was okay to be self-indulgent every now and again.