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The owner of Love 119 bar was a fucking pervert.
Wonbin forced his most charming smile when the old alpha told him that the baristas' and servers’ uniforms would change radically on important dates. Thus, every February 14th, Halloween, or Christmas, the workers at Love 119 would wear a slightly tighter and more eye-catching uniform appropriate for the occasion, you know, so that the clientele wouldn't get bored with the same old stuff.
Especially with omegas like him.
Then, Halloween 2024 came around with a vengeance.
Only a few of his colleagues complained about their outfits, some looked in the mirror and said: "It's not bad at all”, and the most dismissive ones didn't care much. It depended on each person.
Although only the omegas got credit for the best costume.
For example, Shotaro loved the strange combination of Playboy bunny and waiter. He happily paraded around the room, claiming that the headband with ears on his hair and the pompous tail on his butt suited him well.
Matthew got a similar outfit, only instead of being a rabbit, he was a fox.
Sohee, on the other hand, asked to bring to life Maxine Minx from X, who wore typical denim overalls and always carried a small hand axe. He personally made sure to drench himself in fake blood.
Their alpha co-workers, on the other hand, were just boring party poopers. It was obvious that they would not be the center of attention these days. A headband in their hair was enough for them.
As for Wonbin...
The old man was quite favorable in his case.
Let's just say that Little Red Riding Hood had been reincarnated into a much more benevolent, beguiling, tattoo-covered version of himself, because yes, Wonbin was covered in tattoos from the neck down. The neckline was painfully tight across his chest, and the skirt barely covered his ass.
Fortunately, the red cape protected what the neckline and skirt did not.
To make him look more "eye-catching”, his friends helped him with the details: Shotaro lent him a black choker, and Sohee lent him his black platform Mary Jane shoes and fishnet stockings. Oh! And Matthew did his makeup.
And yes, he was fucking gorgeous and sexy, but what for, huh? So that groups of drunk alphas and betas wouldn't harass or catcall him at the bar? He thanked God he was a bartender and not a waiter, because he was sure the customers wouldn't have missed the opportunity to grope him completely.
Tonight, he didn't want to slap anyone.
Not even Jung Sungchan.
Jung Sungchan... Let's summarize: the owner's only nephew, and also the sole heir to Love 119.
He was a wet dream for many people, the quintessential stereotype of an attractive, tall, fit, and charming alpha. He knew how to sweet-talk you and trap you in his web; he knew how to get what he wanted without lifting a finger. And let me tell you, when he set his mind to something, anything, he would obsess over it until he got it.
He was as irritable as he was handsome.
To be honest, Wonbin hated him—and partly envied him—but his inner wolf disagreed with him. The naive animal loved that alpha and was always looking for ways to get his attention.
Sometimes Sungchan would walk by, just checking on the bar, and Wonbin couldn't help but release sweet pheromones to attract him, or fix his blond hair and put gloss on his lips to look prettier. He had no intention of seducing him, really, but his omega instincts went right and he went left, they never managed to agree on anything.
Sometimes...
Sometimes it was tough.
Without thinking, he brought his hand to his lower abdomen and squeezed the skin there lightly. The fabric of his neckline was in contact with his fingers.
"Hey, Wonbin hyung, you okay?", asked his friend Anton, another friendly and gentle alpha who worked as a bartender. "You look very pale."
He looked cute with his Bambi ear headband. Wonbin might have complimented him if it weren't for the serious problem between his legs.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just..." He sighed. "I'm on code red down here."
"Are you on your period?"
"Mhm, yeah."
"But why didn't you ask the boss to let you take the day off?"
"Honey, I have to worry about my tips tonight", Wonbin said sarcastically, resting his forearms on the bar counter. "Besides, it's just temporary cramps, they'll go away."
"Okay, but if you get worse, let me know. The boss won't mind if I go buy you a pill or something."
The boss. Jung Sungchan. That blessed alpha.
Wonbin smiled and reached out his hand to ruffle Anton's hair.
"You're a sweetheart, Chanyoung."
"You know I'd do anything for you."
"I know, and I appreciate it.”
A clearing of the throat caught their attention.
"Hey, lovebirds, save the affection for later—we’ve got work to do." It was Matthew, who looked at them rather sarcastically. "We have a LOT of work to do."
Anton laughed and nodded.
"Yes, you're right! We must work! But my God, Matthew hyung, don't ever say things like that to us again."
The only requirement to enter Love 119 tonight was to come in costume, whether simple or extravagant, it didn't matter, as long as it fit the dress code. And as word spread that the omega workers would be dressed like Playboy magazine models, thousands of perverted alphas and betas crowded the door at ten o'clock sharp.
At least they were going to make more money today. More tips meant a happier life for Wonbin.
And so it was: as customers crowded the dance floor and the bar to buy drinks, the group of baristas had to rush through orders and clear the area, but they also had to be friendly and sweet in the process. A little flirting in exchange for extra dollars wouldn't hurt.
"What the hell is Shotaro doing?" Sohee teased as he watched his friend chatting animatedly with a guy who was grabbing his waist.
"Is that damn slut flirting?" Matthew squealed, resting his cheek against his palm. "I can't believe he loves this! I got spanked a while ago, and I swear, guys, I had to resist the urge to strangle someone."
"Who was it? A pervert? Do you want me to ask Gunwook to beat him up and get him out of here?"
Matthew turned red as a tomato.
"No, Sohee, it's fine... I don't want Wookie getting into unnecessary fights because of me."
"But it's his job, Mashu, he's literally the security guard", Wonbin said beside him.
Before the trio of omegas could continue chatting, Shotaro broke away from his companions and ran towards them, exclaiming:
"Hey, guys! Guess what!"
"If you're going to fuck someone, we don't care, you damn cheeky bastard", Sohee said.
"Not that!" Shotaro said, offended. "And what do you care if someone going to fuck me or not, you jealous bastard... Anyway, Boss Sungchan is here! I saw him a while ago!"
"He had to", added Matthew, looking at his nails. "He said he was going to supervise us all."
"Yes, but that's not what I mean. I mean, he also came in costume", insisted Shotaro, the rabbit headband almost falling out of his hair. "I just saw him, he's dazzling and fucking sexy. You can even see his abs."
"He came in costume?" Wonbin repeated, incredulous.
Well, it made sense, in a way. Sungchan wasn't a bitter alpha, and he always said yes to fun plans.
"What did he dress up as?" Sohee asked.
Shotaro smiled almost mockingly, looking at Wonbin.
"It turns out the boss came dressed as a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Matthew gasped, covering his mouth.
"Yes! You know, dog ears, a choker around his neck, his shirt torn and wide open..."
Sohee and Matthew let out a skeptical squeal, then proceeded to stare at Wonbin, who stood with a frown and his arms crossed, completely unfazed by the news.
So Sungchan had come dressed as a werewolf...
Was it a coincidence, or did that jerk actually know that Wonbin would be dressed as Little Red Riding Hood?
"As much as you want to surprise me with the news, I'm not interested. Besides, I'm dealing with worse problems right now", he muttered under his breath.
"Uh? Like what?" asked Shotaro. "You okay, love?"
"No, hyung, my stomach hurts like hell and I'm sweating worse than an athlete after running a marathon. Can someone send Anton a message? I don't know where my phone is, and I need him to go buy me some painkillers."
"I'll tell him", Matthew offered.
"Thanks..." Wonbin whispered, barely audibly. "Damn, I have to go to the bathroom."
He didn't even need to look down; he could feel a drop of liquid sliding down the gap between his thighs. It was definitely blood.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Shotaro suggested.
"No, it's okay, hyung, I can go by myself", Wonbin refused instantly before opening the small hinged door in the bar to leave.
"Hey, Wonbin-ah, how's it going?" A stranger appeared, greeting him. "I was wondering if—"
"Not now, honey, I'm busy", he interrupted quickly. "Ask one of my friends, they'll take care of you."
He couldn't even remember that random’s name, but whatever.
Navigating Love 119 at this hour was oddly rewarding. What do I mean by this? The combination of darkness, loud music, and neon lights helped Wonbin hide the blood staining his fishnet stockings, but none of this helped him go unnoticed. Seriously, everyone who crossed his path stared at him hungrily, apparently wanting to get the attention of a Little Red Riding Hood as beautiful as he was, without success, because Wonbin preferred to ignore every glance and gesture they threw at him, even the blatant groping.
He was there with one goal in mind: to get to the bathroom, clean up the horrible feeling between his legs, and get back to work, not to be touched by those disgusting people.
Unfortunately, the omega bathroom on the first floor was full. He doubted very much that he would find an empty stall, so he forced himself to head to the second floor, where there were two more restrooms, one suitable for all audiences and the other only for people who paid for the VIP area.
However, before he could reach the stairs, he noticed that in a corner of the dance floor was his least favorite person in the world.
Jung Sungchan was chatting animatedly with a couple of people, laughing and lightening the mood. And just as Shotaro had described him, he was wearing an open shirt that showed off his chest and abs, ripped and tattered jeans, a choker around his neck, and furry ears on top of his messy hair.
From a distance, those details were barely visible, but he still looked damn sexy and attractive.
Oh no, had Wonbin been too obvious in looking at him? Because soon the alpha stopped paying attention to his friends and looked straight ahead, right where he was standing.
Their eyes met immediately.
Truth be told, it was a bad idea.
As soon as this happened, Wonbin was the first to react and turned his head away. Not caring about anything else, he climbed the stairs, his heart racing and his cheeks red as a tomato.
Alpha, his inner omega whined, wagging his tail from side to side. Alpha is here, alpha is here.
Damn, he was already delirious.
Carefully, he covered his face with his red hood and walked past the side of the dance floor.
Then something happened.
Or rather, someone.
Someone grabbed his wrist, pulling him back gently.
That person didn't even give Wonbin a chance to turn around, soon his back collided with a hard, rigid chest and his ass pressed against what felt like a massive bulge, making it fucking awkward. He could’ve broken free, but...
The smell of red wine and oak flooded his nostrils, similar to that of an addictive drug.
It was Sungchan.
Damn bastard...
"Jung Sungchan", Wonbin said, his voice trembling as much as his legs, "let go or I swear I'll break your fucking neck. Believe me, I don't give a shit if you're the nephew of the owner of this place."
In response, he heard a chuckle. Soon, the alpha's breath hit his sensitive ear.
"Oh, my pretty Little Red Riding Hood, relax. You're so tense, doll, I can feel you."
"Go die."
Again, another trickle of blood appeared on his thighs.
And as if that weren't enough, Sungchan grabbed his wrists in a painful grip. Wonbin groaned.
How obvious it was that God would not be generous to him! Not if at this very moment he decided to put such an alpha in his path, as if he were a heavy stone that was difficult to remove.
Soon, the hand not gripping his wrists tugged at his red hood, immediately removing it. His blond locks fell gracefully and stuck to his sweat-drenched forehead.
He was so angry, so frustrated and tired.
At the same time, however, the alpha's enormous body pressing against his back made him anxious and eager to move forward.
"I can smell your blood, doll", Sungchan whispered, directing his nose toward the omega's neck, right where the scent gland was and where the cinnamon and vanilla pheromones became much more intense. "I could feel every particle of you from the moment you looked at me down there, almost as if you were calling me to taste you."
"You're crazy…”
"Yes, crazy for you", he replied. "Your blood is calling me. Everything about you is screaming for me, and you don't even realize it. It hurts, doesn't it? Tell your alpha, doll, and don't lie to me."
Wonbin gasped for air.
His alpha. Tell his alpha.
"Yes, it hurts", he replied, sobbing. "It hurts a lot, alpha."
He felt a kiss on the back of his neck, just above where he had a blue butterfly tattooed.
"Poor thing, my doll, suffering alone and without anyone knowing. Why, huh?" Sungchan paused. "When I'm here, willing to give you the world if you want it."
"'G-give me the world'?"
"That, and much more. Come on, sweetheart, let me ease your pain."
The omega bit his lower lip to keep from moaning.
Out of habit, he squeezed his legs together and looked at the floor.
His insecurity was instantly apparent, and Sungchan let go of his wrists and instead took him by the waist.
His fingers traced Wonbin's lower abdomen, drawing small, imaginary shapes over his clothes. If it weren't for the situation they were in, it would have been quite adorable.
"Let the alpha take care of you, omega", Sungchan said again. "Let me take care of you the way you deserve."
Please...
"Okay", Wonbin muttered, a weight lifting off his shoulders, "okay. I'll let you take care of me tonight, alpha."
And maybe for the rest of our lives.
No! What the hell was that thought?
Before he could process it, Sungchan turned him around and gave him an inexplicable look. It was a clear message that he was the most precious jewel in his eyes; the most beautiful omega in all of creation. The next thing happened in a brief moment. Before he could even say anything, Wonbin felt his lips pressed into a passionate kiss full of mixed emotions, among which happiness and satisfaction predominated.
No, no, no...
He wanted to cry.
Kissing Sungchan made butterflies explode in his stomach.
He moaned between kisses and brought his hands to the alpha's neck, while the alpha's hands clung to his hips, in a gentle yet possessive touch, somehow wanting to pull him even closer.
The music played fiercely, yet to them it was nothing more than background noise that would never pierce their spark.
In an unexpected moment, the omega felt his companion's hands slide down to the curve of his butt, just above his skirt, and squeeze his flesh eagerly. He let out an embarrassing sound, but Sungchan swallowed it with another kiss and smiled dreamily, exploring his mouth with his tongue.
What the hell? Was he trying to unravel him completely?
And it didn't end there, soon his hands dared to take another step: just below the skirt. His fingers played with the holes in the fishnet stockings and pulled on the elastic playfully.
Oh God, Wonbin was dripping blood, he didn't want to drip anything else. At least not so early.
But Sungchan savored him hungrily, as if he had been longing for this moment for quite some time; as if he were swearing before God's eyes that it would be the last time.
And Wonbin didn't blame him, because he felt the same way.
His hand clutched around the alpha's neck while the other slowly moved down his chest, right where the muscles coiled into rigid peaks. The further down he went, the more he could feel a distinctive pattern of abs marking his fingertips. Jesus Christ, this caused a wave of new and frightening sensations.
Mr. Jung took the gym pretty seriously, huh?
Once they broke the kiss, Sungchan's hoarse voice spoke:
"Come with me, doll."
"Alpha, no... I can't go that far." Wonbin tugged at his arm, unable to even take a step. "I can't."
In response, the alpha tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and kissed him above his right eye.
"It's okay, we won't go too far. I'll make sure to clean you up first."
"Mhm."
Sungchan then took his hand and intertwined their fingers.
Ignoring the heat in his cheeks, Wonbin bit his lips, already a little swollen, and let the alpha lead the way.
As they made their way across the dance floor, a drunk guy almost fell on top of him, but luckily Sungchan grabbed him by the waist in time and pulled him close to his chest, asking him if he was okay. The gesture was protective and adorable, maddening too. Wonbin could tell that right now, without even looking in a mirror, his cheeks were as red as two tomatoes.
No one had ever been like that with him before: chivalrous and protective. Not even his last idiot ex. Sure, there were Anton and Gunwook, his younger alpha friends, but it wasn't the same.
They couldn't compare to Sungchan.
His inner omega purred happily at the attention and forced him to puff out his chest with pride and say with his eyes that, yes, indeed, this man who answered to the name Jung Sungchan was his alpha.
And he was right, they didn't go very far.
To help you understand better—and in case you ever want to come to the Love 119 bar—people rarely used the restroom in the VIP section on the second floor, and of course, only people who could afford the expensive service did so. The rest went to the free restroom. So it was no surprise that when they arrived, there wasn't a single soul waiting for them.
Without wasting any time, Sungchan locked the door and immediately pushed Wonbin's body against it. Now that the light was bright and he could see him better, he realized that the omega was amazing. Even as he struggled to stand and breathe, he looked so beautiful. His blond hair stuck to his forehead, his lips red and swollen from so much kissing, and the line of his tattoos running across his neck and shoulders before disappearing under his neckline. Even his grumpy cat eyes staring at him were a sight to behold, as if they were challenging him to "come on, fuck me”.
Damn it, Sungchan was going to lose his mind before dawn broke on the horizon.
Without thinking twice, he pulled him into another scorching kiss and pressed their bodies together. Their mouths met with a dirty smack of tongues and teeth, desperate to quench their need.
It was a bad idea, it only sent electric shocks between them and soon the room began to heat up, like an oven.
Sungchan pulled away and went straight for the blond's tattooed neck, kissing and licking the tender skin. He searched deep within his thoughts to control himself and not abuse that particular area, as it was so tempting to sink his fangs into, the glands enveloped in hints of vanilla and cinnamon that, without the slightest effort, were intoxicating him.
Everything felt heavy, very, very heavy.
The latent excitement made Wonbin's nipples come alive instantly, hardening against the fabric of his neckline. The more he felt that wet mouth running down his neck, between licks, bites, and hickeys, the more erratic the trembling of his legs became.
And the more he dripped.
"Ah... Ah... Shit", he moaned with his head resting against the door, especially when the alpha sank his teeth in. "Mhm! A-alpha!"
"Oh, doll, I'm so sorry", Sungchan apologized and looked at him amused. "Alpha is being very bad, isn't he?"
His doll pouted, angry. However, he said nothing.
"Don't give me that pout unless you want me to fuck you against the door, Wonbin-ah", he warned once more, and damn, that was enough to make the omega feel vulnerable inside and a warmth appear in his lower belly. "It's a shame, isn't it? Your tattoos are beautiful and suit you well, but my marks won't show."
It wasn't about pain.
Oh, no, not anymore.
Now it was excitement.
Just the thought of lifting his ass high for his alpha to claim as his own, and when we say "thrilling", we mean in a good way.
"Come here, doll", Sungchan urged, patting his thighs.
Wonbin got the message right away and hooked his arms around the alpha's neck.
Oh...
His strength was no fucking joke.
Not that Wonbin was heavy. He was small and comfortable. For a big guy like Sungchan, carrying him was no problem. On the contrary, it was touching.
His alpha muscles were incredible; he could easily tear him apart if he wanted to. He was the complete package: broad shoulders, huge arms, toned torso...
Wonbin bit his lower lip, stunned. That huge body complemented his own: slim and delicate, easy to manipulate and fuck.
Without further ado, Sungchan led him to the sink and set him on the countertop. The coldness of the tile beneath him made Wonbin hiss; it felt like a soothing balm for the burning sensation in his body.
"Let me take this off", the alpha said, tugging at the hood.
Then he turned his attention to the white neckline and the swollen nipples peeking through the fabric. Sungchan inhaled through his nose before starting a trail of soft kisses down Wonbin's torso, resisting the urge to undress him, take his small tits into his mouth, and suck them until they were raw. He simply ignored darker urges, moved down to his lower belly, and finally breathed against the beautiful red skirt.
The smell of blood here was quite intense.
Smirking, the alpha gave Wonbin a curious look, noticing that his cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Poor baby.
"May I?" Sungchan asked.
"Y-yes, go ahead."
Then Sungchan planted a kiss on his left thigh and said,
"Thank you, doll."
As he lifted his skirt, he noticed a certain detail: the omega had chosen wisely tonight, since his lace panties were black, contrasting with his fishnet stockings and Mary Jane shoes. What a beautiful set he had chosen to wear for the occasion, with a bow in the front. Oh, why lie? Everything about him was perfect, every detail suited him wonderfully, along with the lines of the tattoos along his beautiful legs.
Swallowing hard, Sungchan kissed his ankles and took off his shoes. When they fell to the floor, the noise was deafening.
"How about I just rip your stockings...?"
"Don't even think about it", Wonbin shouted. "They're not mine, and I'm sure Sohee will kill me if you do, and then I'll kill you."
It was Sungchan's turn to pout.
"You're no fun", he teased him and grabbed the edges of the stockings carefully. "No fun at all, doll."
"Oh shut up—Shit!"
The bloodstains weren’t noticeable due to the black panties, so when Sungchan buried his nose right in the center, he eagerly inhaled the metallic wetness, sensing the tampon’s material. Wonbin moaned at the sensation and rested his palms on the tile, trying not to lose his temper.
An impossible task. The alpha's nose was hitting right where his clitoris was.
"What do you have here, Wonbin? A tampon?"
"Mhm, yes", he nodded, dismissively.
"Now I understand..." Sungchan laughed and also took the edges of the panties, but he didn't set them aside as he did with the fishnet stockings, instead pressing them against the palm of his hand.
Now he had a magnificent view of Wonbin's pussy.
The tip of the cotton tampon protruded from his not wanting to hurt his doll, he gently pulled the tampon string. He heard him let out a skeptical squeal at the sudden emptiness, but it was also satisfying, as that thing was uncomfortable to have inside for hours.
Once Sungchan discarded the tampon, he saw blood slowly oozing from the omega's pussy, spreading across the sink countertop. The sight ignited his arousal and his cock throbbing in his pants, interested in the spectacle in front of him.
"Damn, doll, you look so beautiful like this, it makes me want to eat you whole."
"Alpha", Wonbin exclaimed in exasperation. "Please... It hurts."
"I know, I know it hurts", Sungchan consoled him, moving closer to the pool of blood and fluids. The skirt was lifted above his head. "But don't worry, alpha is here for you."
Then he pushed his face into the moist heat.
A loud, strong cry shot out of the omega's throat. In disbelief, he grabbed a handful of Sungchan's hair to steady his body.
The alpha's tongue licked his labia devotedly while his nose tapped against his clit. Now Wonbin wasn't just bleeding, he was getting seriously aroused, his little pussy focused on secreting lubricant for his alpha.
"O-oh, alpha... Mhm, alpha!"
Sungchan's hands held his thighs, keeping his still and wide open. He played with his labia for a while until he decided to push his way inside, burying his mouth in the wet cavern and sucking without consideration.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Wonbin had become a mess of pitiful moans and erratic gasps, no longer caring if his grip on Sungchan's hair was painful. He no longer had any self-awareness, his mind was blank, the only thing coming out of his throat was the alpha's name and a few more curses, as if he were a damn robot on autopilot.
He’d never felt anything like this or considered oral sex to relieve menstrual cramps. However, now it was a fact he could personally confirm:
Yes, it worked. And what's more, it was gratifying.
"S-Sungchan", he barely managed to say. "A-ah, Sungchan! Slow down!"
Sungchan's giggle echoed from between his legs.
He savored the blood like a beggar abandoned by God, hungry to the core. He swallowed the metallic liquid without complaint, absorbed in getting much more.
Many might find it disgusting, but for this alpha it was a dream come true. Imagine having the most beautiful omega in creation offering you everything. Wouldn't you do the same?
Don't you dare blame him.
"Too much, too much!" Wonbin exclaimed in exasperation. His stomach began to churn, in a dizzying spiral.
The alpha moved away slightly, replacing his mouth with his long, experienced fingers. The slipperiness allowed him to push two inside, then added a third. They moved in and out at a steady rhythm while his thumb worked to overstimulate his clit, and... God, it felt like spinning among clouds for Wonbin.
The direction of the alpha's fingers was perfect, right where his G-spot was.
He closed his eyes and focused on his own pleasure. His hips moved forward, stuttering and incoherent.
"I'm going to cum!”
"Go ahead, baby, do it”, Sungchan encouraged him. "You're doing well, very well. Come on, cum for me.”
Wonbin nodded and immediately came, soaking the sink and part of the alpha's face and chest with his juices.
Damn, what a beautiful sight.
Sungchan’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants, ready to burst. His inner alpha echoed his thoughts: "We must destroy this small, defenseless omega; we must claim what is ours”.
"Uh-uh, Sungchan..." Wonbin murmured, his voice broken from screaming and his breathing still spasmodic.
"Mhm?"
"Your mouth..." he pointed at him. "Your mouth is covered in blood."
Oh...
Looking in the mirror, he found his reflection strikingly different. The Big Bad Wolf costume worked wonders, it seemed, as from the nose down he was stained scarlet red. Only instead of fake blood, it was real.
Finally, the wolf went out to hunt his prey.
He laughed, with a sardonic charm. It wasn't bad at all.
"Don't I look sexy, doll? Don't I?"
"Ew, no, you look disgusting", Wonbin lied, frowning. The playful gleam in his eyes gave him away.
In reality, he was captivated by the alpha’s appearance, with his mouth smeared with fresh blood, his skin sweaty, and his hair all tousled. He never imagined seeing him like this, even in his wildest dreams. And best of all, that blood was his and not some random bitch's.
He was sure he would treasure the mental image for a long time.
Tilting his head, Wonbin pointed to the faucet.
"Wash your face, and then I might let you fuck me."
"Oh, really? But don't you want me to give you a little kiss just like this?" Sungchan teased him, trying to get closer. "These opportunities only come once in a lifetime."
He only managed to get an inch closer, as Wonbin's hand pressed against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"Move away or I'll kick you in the balls", he warned disinterestedly.
"Oh God", Sungchan blurted out, surprised, "I think I'm in love."
After rinsing his face and hands, Wonbin wasted no time pulling him into another seductive kiss.
The metallic taste of his own blood touched his taste buds, but he ignored it, you know, for the sake of his head. He was very insistent on taking possession of this big bad wolf's lips over and over again, without rest, somehow marking him with his scent and every particle of his being. Oh, yes, the ball of love was rolling now, at the speed of light and with no signs of slowing down.
"Damn it, Wonbin", Sungchan gasped once they separated. "I'll never tire of telling you how beautiful you are and how crazy you're driving me. Everything about you makes me feel this way."
"Mhm..." Wonbin moaned, flushed.
Instead of answering, he guided his companion's hands to his back, right where the neckline zipper was. He encouraged him to do something about it.
Without hesitation, the alpha smiled and unzipped his fly. The garment began to loosen and the cold air hit Wonbin's pink nipples, heightening his sensitivity. As expected, he was tattooed there too.
"You have such beautiful, soft tits..."
As Sungchan tilted his head and took one nipple into his mouth, he played with the other. He tugged at the bud with his fingertips, totally teasing.
However, Wonbin didn't want to be the only mess around here. So he managed to lift one foot and press it on top of the alpha's erection, being a little inconsiderate in the process. In his defense, the wave of wet sensations on his chest prevented him from being conscious and controlling his movements.
"Damn it", Sungchan cursed over his right nipple.
It was frustrating and encouraging at the same time.
Pressing even harder on the poor erection, Wonbin gasped heavily:
"Uh, your dick doesn't seem to be that great."
Liar. Underneath his foot, he could feel the outline of something fucking terrifying.
Without bothering in the slightest, Sungchan kissed his tits one last time and looked at him defiantly.
"If you say so, doll. If you say so."
"Aren't you going to defend your dick, idiot? It's your honor, you know."
"Not at all", he replied with disdain. "It's enough for me to show it to you so you'll shut your pretty, irritable mouth."
"Then show it to me."
Sungchan's ego was in conflict.
He took Wonbin's ankle, pulling it away from his pants. He slipped his hand inside his boxers and a pitiful moan escaped his lips as he gripped his cock. Poor friend, it had been begging for attention for quite some time.
Fortunately, he allowed him to breathe.
And what a fucking cock, my God.
It stood huge against his abdomen, veins bulging and the tip swollen and dripping with precum. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was that thing even going to fit?
Unable to help himself, Wonbin's pussy grew even wetter at the thought of a cock that size kissing his cervix.
"Oh..."
"Is this okay for you, you spoiled omega?" Sungchan asked, a smug smile on his face as he leaned over him. "Or were you expecting something much bigger?"
"No..." Wonbin crooned, resting his forearms against the sink and biting his lip, trying to look relaxed. "Your cock is fine, yes."
So fine it could tear his fucking uterus apart.
Sungchan cupped his cheeks, with a playful scowl.
"I'm glad", he said, now guiding his hands to the blond's plump thighs and pulling him against him. "Because now you're going to make up for the hard time you gave me, aren't you, pretty Little Red Riding Hood?"
"H-how am I going to do that?"
Holy shit, had he really stuttered?
"By letting me take you", the alpha urged him in a whisper, holding him in a firm grip around his hips.
They both moaned as their skin touched, the alpha's cock rubbing against Wonbin's labia, threatening to press inside him. Blood flowed at a gradual pace and natural lubricant eased their connection, even causing the room to condense at high temperatures.
The smell of red wine and cinnamon mingled in the air, followed by oak and vanilla.
"I really can't believe this is happening", Sungchan whispered and took the tip of his cock, guiding it to the small, pretty hole that awaited him expectantly. In his eyes there was nothing but sincere adoration. "This isn't just another one of my dreams, right? You're really here."
"Yes", Wonbin replied, aware of the hard piece of flesh pushing its way between his labia. "I'm here with you, legs spread for you, ready for you to take me however you want, alpha."
"Not however I want, doll", he said. "But however you deserve it."
Finally, Sungchan pushed himself into that tender warmth.
It was incredible how Wonbin's walls offered no resistance to the intruder; on the contrary, they gave him a sweet welcome. It was so tight, wet, hot, and sticky inside that the alpha’s cock struggled to cope. It was a haze of dangerous sensations, new territory that was difficult to cope with. Damn it, this couldn't be real. He swore he’d cum like a teenager with one thrust.
"Holy shit, baby", Sungchan moaned, burying his face in the omega's neck once he hit bottom. "You're so tight in here, I'm afraid you're going to break my cock in two."
The blond's mind eroded at the words. He felt so full, almost as if the tip of that huge cock was irritating the beginning of his insides.
"Give me a minute", he begged with teary eyes. "Y-you're too big and I... I can't. It's too much."
At that,
the alpha kissed his lips tenderly.
"I'm so sorry, doll, it was my mistake to think your little pussy could handle it", he lamented, insightful in his own words. "After all, you made me believe that my size wasn't a big deal."
Son of a bitch.
"Ah... Bastard..." Wonbin murmured, caught between amusement and regret.
"Oh, no, playing the bad guy isn't going to work for you now, love", Sungchan warned him sarcastically. "Not when you have my cock deep inside you."
To tell the truth, fucking Wonbin without cumming too soon was still a difficult challenge for him. So he began moving his pelvis in a precise but slow rhythm, angling his cock so that it hit all the right spots. The dirty sound of slapping between their bodies grew faster as Sungchan listened to his pretty doll moan and let out low grunts.
Adorable.
"Oh... Oh God..." Wonbin squealed, overwhelmed. "Keep going, keep going, alpha. Very good. Very good."
"It feels good, doesn't it, doll?"
"Very good, alpha."
"Like you were made for my cock."
Oh...
Wonbin shook his head, embarrassed.
"Sh-shut up", he begged, blushing, clinging to the alpha's shoulders. "Shut up, you damn pervert."
Instead of taking offense, Sungchan smirked, looking down at precisely where they were connected. His cock slid in and out of that hungry hole stained with blood and fluids, a mesmerizing sight. He could watch such a spectacle all the time, every fucking day of the year, and never get tired of it.
"Can you feel me, little omega?" he asked before squeezing the blond's belly above the neckline—which he never completely removed—without stopping his voracious thrusts. "Right here, can you feel me?"
"Mhm, y-yes. Don't stop."
"I couldn’t stop if I tried." He bit his earlobe playfully. "Not when I have you like this, all to myself."
A spasmodic scream escaped the omega's pretty lips:
"U-uh... Oh, my God! My God, Sungchan!"
"Oh, doll, why so loud? Don't tell me..." Sungchan paused with amusement. He pulled his penis out of Wonbin and pushed it back in again, deeper and more laboriously. "Don't tell me I found it."
Now he was hitting the most sensitive spot.
"There, please, alpha! Don't stop, please, I—"
The sound of the door alerted them both.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked the person on the other side. "Damn, I need to pee! Is this bathroom closed? I didn't pay an extra two hundred bucks to not be allowed into the damn VIP bathroom."
"How about we go to the other bathroom?" suggested his companion. "It smells weird in here... I don't know, but it's strange."
Strange.
Sungchan smirked and grabbed the omega's waist tighter, using him as leverage. Tomorrow, his fingers might leave bruises. Although that idea wasn't so bad.
He picked up the pace.
Damn it, Wonbin wanted to scream, sob, do everything at once. The alpha wasn't being considerate and was abusing his sweet spot as if it were a toy about to be ruined. Thrust after thrust, gasp after gasp. Another spiral stirred in his lower belly, warning him of the impending climax.
"You better shut your mouth, Wonbin", Sungchan murmured and then licked behind his ear, "because people outside are asking."
"I hate you", his doll managed to say, drowning in stutters.
"Hey, did you hear something?" asked the person outside.
"What?" replied his companion. "Don't you dare scare me by saying that someone died in this bathroom or something and that's why they closed it!"
"I'm not saying that, but I swear I just heard something inside."
"You're going crazy, man. Let's go to the other bathroom."
Silence filled the room for a moment, the only thing that stood out was their ragged breathing. Apparently, the people outside had already disappeared.
"I guess they're gone."
"Take it out, Sungchan", Wonbin whispered.
"What do you mean, doll?"
Wonbin cut him off, pushing him away. The sudden emptiness in his pussy was painful, to be honest. He had no choice but to bite his lower lip and get off the sink. The red skirt covered his beautiful legs again, and his neckline, because the zipper was open, threatened to fall off, so he held it against his chest.
Everything about him was a mess, but a perfect one.
"What's on your mind, huh?" asked the alpha.
Wonbin's bare feet trod on the plush carpet.
"Maybe riding you", he replied, looking him straight in the eye.
Sungchan's cock throbbed with interest.
He got the message, so he sat down on the carpet and offered his hand to the omega, urging him to join him. Instantly, he had a precious little thing straddling his lap, restraining himself from losing contro
For the first time that night, Wonbin took the initiative: he grabbed his cock and guided it into his aching pussy, warming it between his velvety walls. Sungchan couldn't help but moan as he felt that tight heat again, ecstatic.
Then, he looked with shining eyes at the omega's body moving up and down on top of him, finding a rhythm and impaling himself on his cock. A tattooed little angel with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon who, every time he moaned and screamed his name, became the best music in the universe, a devilish sonata. How could he explain that to anyone?
"Full, so full.”
"Ah, fuck, baby, you're squeezing me so tight", Sungchan groaned, delighted, as he held him by the waist, helping him with his thrusts.
"I-I know!" his doll squealed.
"Oh? So you're aware of it?"
Wonbin nodded his head, smirking.
Little cocky bastard, Sungchan thought, and didn't hesitate to close the gap between them, initiating a devastating kiss.
The first of many.
Who could blame this pair? Without even realizing it, they became addicted to each other's taste in such a short time.
Wonbin clung to the alpha's neck and tilted his head, still kissing him and moaning with pleasure. In his defense, their lips touching sent a vicious and delirious sensation to his brain, similar to the feeling of being high.
"Uh... Uh, S-Sungchan", he gasped once they separated, his thighs still bouncing on the alpha's huge penis and spilling blood everywhere.
To be honest, that thing was kissing his womb with confidence and enthusiasm, and if they continued like this, he could probably get him pregnant without any problems.
"How many people have seen you like this, doll?" Sungchan then inquired. The question was accompanied by his slightly irritated scent and a pulse to the blond's gut. "How many alphas have seen you naked?”
Wonbin caressed his cheeks with his thumbs, releasing his own pheromones. Somehow, he wanted to prevent the alpha from entertaining stupid and meaningless thoughts.
"Only my ex-boyfriend, but no..." he moaned, "...it wasn't worth it. He was such a jerk."
"Damn bastard", Sungchan exclaimed in exasperation. "If he wasn't worth it, I'll make sure to find him and break his face."
To which Wonbin purred, satisfied.
He loved his alpha's protective and helpful aura very much, and he wanted to submit to it. You know, just being pretty and not having to worry about anything other than his makeup and clothes, because his big, strong man would be willing to protect him from any perverts. My God, what was he thinking? He had to blame his omega instincts for reacting that way; usually, he found such stereotypical things disgusting. Especially since Wonbin considered himself an independent omega, capable of earning his own money.
"Uh, Alpha", he squealed, his cheeks red. "Keep filling me up."
"Yes, doll?" Sungchan's voice was hoarse. "Do you want to cum already?"
"Yes, I want to cum. I want to cum with your cock inside me. C-can you do that for me, please?" Wonbin said, pouting his lips in a pathetic pout.
"Oh, baby, you know I'd do anything for you."
And to do so, Sungchan's mouth landed on his swollen nipples while his thumb went to his clit, but he never stopped thrusting into his womb; on the contrary, he continued to fuck him hard. These intrusions came from all directions and forced Wonbin to roll his eyes and melt into putty.
"Oh my God", he cried, crying. "Oh my God, alpha!"
The knot in Sungchan's cock also threatened to take on a larger form and expand inside that pretty pussy, and as tempting as the option of cumming inside him and impregnating him was, it was also crazy. So he took the omega's hips and gently pushed him away. Instead, he decided to stick his fingers inside and rub his clit in small, desperate circles, over and over, until the poor little angel above him couldn't take it anymore and ended up releasing streams tinged with blood.
"F-fuck", Wonbin whimpered, panting.
Right now, Sungchan was only focused on his own release, so he grabbed his cock, which was about to explode, and masturbated it up and down while his free hand squeezed Wonbin's small breasts. Reaching ecstasy didn't take as long as he thought it would. Because he didn't manage to swell completely, his glans compensated by spurting hot semen everywhere.
"Holy shit", the alpha moaned.
Lucky this carpet was made of absorbent material, huh? Because they had made a mess of fluids, blood, tears, and sweat.
"Mhm..." Wonbin was so tired that he barely had the energy to give him a lazy kiss. His thighs were shaking like jelly, and he was still struggling to catch his breath.
"You okay?"
"Yeah", he snorted. "You ruined my skirt with semen, but I don’t mind too much. How about you?"
Why did he bother asking? Sungchan had already grabbed him by the waist to plant another kiss on him.
"To be honest, I've never had a better night than this."
"How about you stop joking around?"
"What? But it's the truth, doll, I'm not lying to you. And believe me, I'm still having a hard time processing all this."
"Uh." A brief pause settled between them. Wonbin pursed his lips, embarrassed. "Are you always this talkative and annoying, Sungchan?"
"Hey! I've been told it's my best quality, and I'm sure you like it too."
He looked at him with such an exceptional gleam in his eyes that Wonbin found it hard not to fall in love or even lose his mind over him. What was he doing to him?
"Yeah, maybe I like it", he joked, wrapping his arms around Sungchan's neck. His inner omega and he agreed on one thing. "Maybe I like it a lot."
"Just maybe?"
The sound of music coming from the dance floor enveloped the bathroom. It was a mix of music from the nineties, those old, melancholic songs you used to listen to before going home, more precisely “Relations” by Erika. How curious, how long had they been in here?
"The guys must be wondering where the hell I am", Wonbin said, snapping back to reality as the moment faded, so he tried to stand up. "I have to... I have to go back down there. God, what was I thinking?"
However, his legs still wouldn't give way and he almost fell to the floor. It was lucky that Sungchan got up in time and held him by the sides of his hips to prevent an accident.
"Woah, doll, be careful", he warned, his fingers on his skin. "And it's okay, it's fine. I'm sure Shotaro hyung and the others have everything under control at the bar."
"That's not it, Sungchan, I mean my friends must be worried about how long I've been gone", he said, pouting. "I'm sorry, but I have to go back."
Sungchan exhaled, adjusting the fly of his pants. He really didn't want this encounter to end like this, but it wasn't like he owned this little angel and could tell him what to do or not to do, nor did he have the right to protest.
After all, they weren't boyfriends.
"All right, come on, let's go. I'll help you get dressed."
To tell the truth, Wonbin felt dirty from head to toe. Understandable, since he was the one who got the worst of it: his skirt and part of his white neckline were soaked with semen and blood—blood that was still coming out of him. Though it wasn’t noticeable in the dim light, people would surely realize his deplorable state just by smelling him.
He imagined the faces Shotaro, Matthew, and Sohee would make when they saw him, and he wanted to die of embarrassment. He needed to do something about it.
So he made Sungchan fetch his bag and his phone. At least he was more presentable and didn't have a problem between his legs.
Reluctantly, the alpha went to get his things. Although he couldn't resist kissing him one last time before leaving.
Maybe I should invite my doll to dinner, was the only thought that invaded his mind.
"Wait, what the hell?", he said as he looked ahead. His face contorted in disbelief.
On one side of the hallway, Gunwook was pinning Matthew against the wall.
Apparently, neither of them noticed Sungchan's presence, at least until he cleared his throat and Matthew was the first to react.
The poor omega's eyes widened when he saw his boss and had no choice but to push Gunwook away from him.
"T-this isn't what you think, boss!"
Well, it was definitely going to be a very long night.