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The penthouse felt too large, quiet, and far too cold without Sangwon’s oppressive, dominant presence filling the halls. Lee Anxin was losing his fucking mind.
Being an S-class Omega was a blessing in the boardroom but a curse in the bedroom—especially when his husband, the only man capable of actually filling him up and keeping pace with his cravings, was halfway across the world on a business trip.
Anxin’s body didn't care about international trade agreements… his body only cared that it had been three weeks since Sangwon had hammered him into the mattress.
Anxin lay sprawled across their king-sized bed, his skin flushed a deep, feverish pink. He was naked, his small, pert breasts aching and sensitive, the nipples hardened into tight little pebbles that brushed against the silk sheets with every frantic toss and turn. He smelled like a goddamn bakery—thick, cloying peaches and golden honey—a scent that was currently screaming ‘fuck me’ to an empty room.
"Fuck..." Anxin whimpered, his voice a broken rasp.
He reached down, his fingers trembling as they slid between his thighs. He was already drenched, his pussy leaking a heavy, sweet lubricant that coated his thighs. He didn't waste time. He shoved two fingers deep inside himself with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the silence.
He gasped, arching his back, his toes curling. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He needed that thick, heavy Alpha cock…. he needed the smell of bitter coffee and raw musk to drown out his own sweetness. He needed Sangwon to claim him until he couldn't breathe.
Desperation sparked a wicked idea. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, propping it up against a pillow so the camera captured everything.
Anxin spread his legs wide, exposing his glistening, swollen slit and his twitching clit to the lens. He began to fuck himself ruthlessly, his fingers sliding in and out of his tight heat with a frantic, squelching rhythm. He leaned back, pulling his small breasts up, rubbing his nipples with his thumb while he hammered away at his own core.
" Ahhh..Sangwon... please," he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he imagined those large, calloused hands pinning his wrists. "I'm so wet for you... I'm fucking dying for you to come home and ruin me."
He captured the moment he hit a jagged, shaking peak—his walls clamping tight around his fingers, his pussy pulsing in a violent rhythm as he came hard, a loud, guttural scream ripping from his throat.
Without even catching his breath, Anxin hit 'send' on the video.
‘Hurry home, Alpha,’ he typed, his chest heaving, ‘or I’m going to tear this house apart.’
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Sangwon was in the middle of a high-stakes negotiation, his face a mask of cold, professional indifference. He was the perfect image of an S-class Alpha—lethal, composed, and devastatingly handsome, with a sharp jawline and eyes that could strip a person bare. But then his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He glanced down, and the world around him simply ceased to exist.
The video played. The sound of Anxin’s wet, squelching fingers and that broken, desperate moan echoed in Sangwon’s ear. Watching Anxin spread himself open, seeing that glistening, honey-scented pussy pulsing for him, sent a jolt of pure, primal aggression straight to Sangwon’s gut. His scent—bitter coffee and heavy, dark musk—flared violently, filling the boardroom and making the other executives instinctively recoil in fear.
Sangwon didn't say a word. He didn't even look at the men across from him. He simply stood up, his chair screeching against the floor.
"Meeting adjourned," he snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
He practically tore through the hotel hallways, his heart hammering against his ribs. The second he slammed the door to his suite, he stripped off his suit jacket and tie, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was already hard, his cock straining painfully against his trousers, leaking pre-come just thinking about the way Anxin had looked on that screen.
He dialed the video call immediately.
Anxin answered on the first ring. He was lounging on the bed, wearing nothing but a pale pink oversized shirt that barely covered his hips. The fabric was thin, clinging to the slight curve of his small breasts, his nipples poking through the cotton like invitations. He looked flushed, bratty, and utterly ruined.
"You took forever to answer," Anxin huffed, leaning back and letting the shirt ride up to expose the creamy skin of his thighs. "Do you have any idea how empty I still feel? My pussy is literally throbbing, Sangwon."
Sangwon’s eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over every inch of Anxin’s frame. "You little brat," Sangwon rasped, his voice dripping with a possessive hunger. "You think you can just send me a video of you fucking yourself and expect me to stay calm? You’re lucky I’m not there right now, or I’d have you pinned to the headboard until you forgot how to speak."
Anxin let out a shaky breath, his hand sliding under the pink shirt to find his clit. "Then make me forget, Alpha. Tell me what you're going to do to me."
"I'm going to fly home and I'm going to rip that shirt off your body," Sangwon groaned, his hand sliding down to grip his own massive, throbbing length. He began to stroke himself slowly, his knuckles white. "I'm going to stretch you out until you're screaming my name. I'm going to fill every single inch of that greedy little hole until you're leaking my scent for a week. I want to feel you shaking under me, begging for more while I hammer you into the mattress."
Anxin whimpered, his hips arching instinctively. "Please... I need it... I need your cock inside me..."
"Look at me, Anxin," Sangwon commanded, his voice dropping an octave, the Alpha authority vibrating through the phone. "Rub your clit. Harder. I want to see you come for me while I tell you exactly how I'm going to ruin you."
Anxin obeyed instantly, his fingers working frantically, his eyes glazed with lust. He began to moan loudly, the sound of his own wetness filling the call. "I'm so wet... I'm dripping for you, Sangwon! Fuck, I want you so bad!"
"That's it, baby. Be a good little Omega and take it all," Sangwon growled, his movements becoming faster and more violent. "Keep rubbing. Imagine it's my cock sliding deep into your heat, bottoming out, claiming every bit of you. You're mine. Every inch of this pussy belongs to me."
As Anxin reached another screaming peak, his body shuddering in a violent orgasm, Sangwon let out a guttural roar and came hard into his hand, his vision blurring as he imagined the feeling of Anxin’s tight walls clamping around him.
They both collapsed back against their pillows, heaving for air, the sexual tension between them still humming like a live wire across the ocean.
"I'm booking the first flight," Sangwon breathed, his voice still raw. "Prepare yourself, Anxin. Because when I get home, I'm not letting you out of that bed for three days."
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The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. Anxin didn't even have time to stand up from the sofa before the scent of coffee and dark musk hit him—thick, oppressive, and smelling of pure, unadulterated lust.
Sangwon didn't say a word. He didn't even take off his shoes. He strode across the room in three long strides, his eyes dark and predatory, locking onto Anxin with a gaze that promised total annihilation.
"You’ve been a very bad boy, Anxin," Sangwon growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made Anxin’s core instantly flood with honeyed lubricant.
Anxin barely had time to let out a bratty retort before Sangwon lunged. He grabbed Anxin by the waist and flipped him face-down onto the sofa, pinning him with the full weight of his muscular body. The air left Anxin’s lungs in a sharp gasp, but he was already arching his back, pushing his rear up into the air, practically begging for the impact.
"I can smell you from the hallway," Sangwon rasped, his teeth grazing the sensitive scent gland on Anxin's neck. "You smell like you've been waiting for me to ruin you."
With one violent tug, Sangwon ripped Anxin’s clothes away—the fabric tearing under his Alpha strength. He didn't bother with foreplay; they had done enough of that over the phone. Sangwon reached down, his large hand gripping Anxin’s thigh and shoving it wide, exposing the swollen, dripping pussy that was already pulsing in anticipation.
Sangwon groaned, a guttural, animalistic sound, as he freed his cock. It was massive, throbbing, and leaking pre-come, a testament to how long he'd been thinking about this. He didn't slide in; he slammed in.
"AHHHH!" Anxin screamed, his fingers clawing into the sofa cushions as Sangwon buried himself to the hilt in one singular, brutal thrust.
The fit was perfect—too perfect. Anxin’s tight, S-class walls clamped around Sangwon’s girth like a vice, trying to suck him deeper. Sangwon let out a choked sound, his muscles locking up for a second as the sheer heat of Anxin’s interior threatened to bring him to a climax immediately.
"Fuck... you're so tight," Sangwon hissed, his voice thick with desire. "Did you miss me that much? Is this little hole starving for me?"
"Yes! Yes, fuck, please!" Anxin sobbed, his head tossing from side to side. "Fill me up, Sangwon! Give it to me! Harder!"
Sangwon didn't need to be told twice. He began to hammer into him with a rhythmic, punishing violence. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, slapping noise—filling the room. He wasn't just fucking him; he was claiming him, marking every inch of Anxin’s internals with his presence.
Anxin was a mess of pleasure and pain, his small breasts rubbing against the fabric of the couch, his nipples peaking and sensitive. He was completely overwhelmed by the sheer power of an S-class Alpha. He felt like he was being split open and filled at the same time, his mind going blank as the friction built up into a blinding white heat.
Sangwon reached around, his hand finding Anxin's clit and rubbing it with a rough, demanding pressure that matched the pace of his thrusts.
"You're mine," Sangwon growled into his ear, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Every drop of this honey belongs to me. Every scream is for me."
"I'm yours! I'm your Omega!" Anxin wailed, his body beginning to shake.
The orgasm hit Anxin like a tidal wave, his pussy pulsing violently around Sangwon's cock, milking him with desperate, rhythmic contractions. The feeling pushed Sangwon over the edge. With one final, deepest-possible thrust, Sangwon let out a roar and knotted inside him.
The knot expanded, locking them together in an unbreakable bond. Anxin gasped, his eyes rolling back as he felt the Alpha's seed flooding into him in hot, thick waves, filling his womb to the brim. He felt stretched, full, and utterly conquered.
They stayed like that for a long time, locked together, chests heaving, the air thick with the scent of coffee, musk, and peaches. Sangwon didn't pull away; he held Anxin tight, his lips pressing a possessive kiss to the back of his neck.
"I told you," Sangwon whispered, his voice still raw. "You're not leaving this bed for three days."
Tbc...