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Jiwoong checked the watch around his wrist, his face beaming with excitement as he stood outside the airport waiting for his father's men to pick him up.
He had been studying abroad and was on a long semester break, basking under the warm sun with handsome men surrounding him. Yet the second his father messaged him to come back to South Korea with a promise of giving him some good pocket money, he booked the quickest flight without a second thought.
Here he stood, waiting, as one of the men in black-clad suits, with guns strapped around their waists, approached him.
"Mr Kim sent us to pick you up."
Jiwoong rolled his eyes at how long they had made him wait, scoffing slightly before letting them carry his precious luggage.
"Yeah, that's me."
His eyes remained fixed on his phone, scrolling through a catalogue of clothes that would cost more than an average person's rent. Jiwoong added a few pieces to his cart, already excited about the handsome pocket money he would soon receive.
"I REFUSE, DAD. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?"
His voice echoed throughout the spacious room of his father's office, where the older man simply sipped his tea and read the news as if it were a normal Thursday. Jiwoong hadn't even been given a moment to breathe; he was dragged from the airport straight to his father's office, only to be told that he had been sold off for marriage. It was ridiculous. Yet the way his father remained so calm and collected made his blood boil. It was a trap, and he had fallen for it, lured by well, money.
"YOU SAID IF I CAME BACK, YOU WOULD GIVE ME MONEY, NOT THIS?!"
His father placed his teacup aside, ignoring his youngest son's tantrum with a weary sigh. "Unfortunately, we aren't rich enough to survive two generations of bankruptcy. And luckily, one of your friends offered me help in exchange for your hand in marriage."
Jiwoong tilted his head at his father's words. Friend? He didn't recall anyone who would go to such lengths to save his family from bankruptcy just to marry him.
"Wait, what friend are you talking about?"
His father rubbed his temples, exasperated. "Oh, you know Shen Quanrui? Ricky? He plans to get married soon. Such a lovely boy. He offered me help in exchange for your hand in marriage. Isn't he lovely?"
Dark clouds of misery floated above Jiwoong's head as his eyes widened in shock, as if they would pop out of their sockets at any moment. He was utterly, completely fucked.
"RICKY? THAT NERD WHO FOLLOWED ME AROUND LIKE A DAMN PEST?"
"Behave yourself, Jiwoong-ah. He's such a lovely boy."
"I REFUSE!" Jiwoong's cry of despair and misery could be heard by the poor bodyguards standing outside his father's office. It was ridiculous
What was his father even saying? Ricky? He barely recalled anything from his past memories aside from a young boy shorter than him, thick-rimmed glasses that were clearly too big for his small face, braces, and coconut-shaped hair. A boy who could barely speak to Jiwoong without stuttering and blushing pathetically.
Jiwoong didn't even remember having a proper conversation with Ricky. All he could recall was taking Ricky's money to buy snacks and ignoring him completely like an annoying pest.
"Unfortunately, you have no other choice, son," his father replied dramatically, sipping his tea again. "If you don't marry him, all of us, including my employees and you, will end up on the street. And you don't even like rats. What if they sneak up to you?"
Why must the universe test him like this? This was definitely the result of how many alphas he had played with abroad, toying with their hearts, leaving them depressed and heartbroken simply because he got bored with them. But hey, it wasn't his fault; they just weren't attractive enough. Jiwoong had refined taste in men. But why must he marry a damn scrawny nerd who would get blown away by the slightest gust of wind?
The wedding arrangements had been prepared beforehand, before Jiwoong could even say no or run away. Everything was already set: the venue, the flowers, even the colour of his underwear. Everything except him.
He stood there dreading his entire life, regretting some serious life decisions that had led him to this moment. In the middle of the altar, Jiwoong walked slowly, his eyes fixed on the floor as he refused to look at the man waiting in front of him.
A hand extended toward him. Jiwoong had to stop himself from scoffing, but he placed his hand into the one offered. It was slightly larger than his own, and the grip wrapped around him was gentle. He felt a small squeeze.
Jiwoong's breath hitched when he heard a deep voice say, "I really missed you, Jiwoong hyung. See? I remembered the promise we made."
His head instinctively shot up as he looked at the man before him, taking in the sight of the "nerd" he used to bully.
He had not been expecting this, a handsome man with silver hair, eyes gazing at him as if they were completely and utterly head over heels for Jiwoong, a gentle smile gracing that ridiculously handsome face. Jiwoong had seen his fair share of attractive men, yet the one standing before him at the altar, gazing down with such tenderness, made his heart skip a beat.
He felt like a character in a cheesy romance K-drama where the first meeting with their significant other makes flowers bloom in their heart. Except now, his eyes were stuck on that handsome face and the warmth around his hand.
How was this the same young boy with thick-rimmed glasses, braces, and barely a stutter-free sentence to his name? The one who would willingly give away his pocket money whenever Jiwoong asked? The shy nerd from the past had become the most handsome alpha he had ever met, and for the first time, Jiwoong truly appreciated God's existence. Because the man in front of him was breathtaking.
He snapped out of his daze when someone cleared their throat. The priest began speaking, but Jiwoong's gaze remained locked on the handsome man before him, his mind still processing the transformation. The dyed silver hair only enhanced his features further. It was like he was marrying a damn manhwa character.
He didn't hear a single word the priest said. When everyone suddenly quieted down, he finally drifted his gaze, confused as to why they had all stopped talking.
He felt a small tug on the corner of his white suit. "You're supposed to say 'I do,' hyung," Ricky whispered, his tone hushed and amused.
Jiwoong felt his ears grow warm. He simply nodded at the priest with the quietest, most barely audible "I do." Yet the smile that adorned Ricky's face the moment he heard those words slip from Jiwoong's lips made him look away quickly. His heart was beating so fast he was afraid someone might hear.
Fuck this fucking nerd and his fucking ridiculously handsome face and that fucking hair!
Jiwoong thought, mentally slapping himself for even entertaining thoughts that were slowly making his body betray him.
Before he could continue fighting himself in his own mind, he felt an arm slither around his waist, pulling him closer. Jiwoong looked up at the touch, only to be met with soft lips against his own. The grip around his waist tightened as a hand cupped his cheek, angling his face to deepen the kiss. He was rendered speechless by the sensation, and before he could even think to kiss back, Ricky pulled away. Jiwoong hated himself for almost chasing those lips when they pulled away.
The rest of the wedding passed in a blur, his mind still processing the kiss and everything else. It was giving him a headache. The photographer motioned for them to move closer. Ricky wrapped his arm around Jiwoong's waist, yet all Jiwoong could think of was what the fuck is actually happening? They bid their farewells and flew to a private island for their wedding night.
Finally alone, Jiwoong straightened his thoughts, now fully updated on the latest events. He sat on the plush mattress in a dimly lit bedroom, wearing a loose robe, his own hair now messy from running his hands through it in frustration.
What did he even promise Ricky? He didn't remember anything aside from bullying the poor, scrawny, shy boy. How had he changed so much?
"What are you thinking about, Jiwoong hyung~?"
The deep voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His head shot up to see Ricky in a black bathrobe that barely covered anything, which was loosely tied, with his chest peeking out. Jiwoong's breath caught in his throat as Ricky lowered himself, crouching at the edge of the bed and grabbing Jiwoong's feet. He began massaging them gently, placing them on his lap.
Jiwoong couldn't help but be startled by the sight in front of him, something straight out of a wet dream. Ricky's hair was still dripping with a few droplets of water from the shower, falling onto the marble tiles with soft plop sounds. His hair was pushed back, revealing his sharp eyes and that same insufferable yet handsome smile.
Jiwoong cleared his throat, shoving the intrusive thoughts aside before finally speaking.
"Nothing, really. I was just wondering... what promise did I make with you?"
The amused glint in Ricky's eyes seemed to falter for a moment, just a flicker of something vulnerable, before he leaned closer, rubbing his face against Jiwoong's inner thigh like a cat in heat. He nuzzled into the pale skin, sighing contentedly as if he had waited years for this very moment.
"Aw, hyung... You don't even remember?" The tone came out teasing yet whiny.
Jiwoong could feel his body betraying him entirely, his hole growing slick and a familiar heat coiling low in his abdomen. Ricky's face and body were exactly his type: sharp and beautiful, with that infuriatingly attractive smile. His thoughts scattered like startled birds, but the way Ricky had positioned himself, between Jiwoong's legs, on his knees, with his face resting so trustingly against Jiwoong's inner thigh, made it impossible to think of anything that didn't end with him getting thoroughly ravaged by the man in front of him.
Only sinful and shameless thoughts remained.
"You really like me, huh?"
Jiwoong looked down at the man between his legs, who seemed so utterly content just nuzzling his face against his thigh. There was something almost dizzying about the sight, someone so powerful and handsome, willingly on his knees.
"I like you, Jiwoong hyung," Ricky replied, his voice muffled against the sensitive skin. "I really, really do."
He nuzzled closer to the spot where Jiwoong desperately wanted his mouth to be, warm breath fanning against his inner thigh and sending a violent shiver racing up his spine. Jiwoong bit his lip, watching as Ricky pressed a soft, almost reverent kiss to the skin there.
Playing with the brat in front of him might not be a bad idea, Jiwoong thought. No matter from which angle he looked, Ricky ticked every single box in his mind.
"Go on, then," Jiwoong breathed out, his voice steadier than he felt.
It seemed like Ricky had been waiting for this day his entire life, judging by how quickly he untied Jiwoong's robe, pushing him back onto the plush mattress with a gentle yet insistent hand. Jiwoong fell back against the pillows, his breath hitching as Ricky positioned himself between his spread legs, lowering his face until it hovered right where Jiwoong needed him most.
Ricky paused for a moment, looking up at Jiwoong through his lashes, silver hair falling messily across his forehead, lips parted, eyes dark with want. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this, hyung," he murmured, almost to himself.
Then he lowered his mouth.
Ricky's warm breath fanned against Jiwoong's aching length, small beads of precum already glistening at the tip. When Ricky finally engulfed him with that wet, welcoming heat, Jiwoong's head fell back against the pillows with a sharp gasp. Ricky took in what his mouth could manage at first, hollowing his cheeks, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that bordered on devotional. He moved with a rhythm that suggested he had imagined this exact moment countless times before, each flick of his tongue deliberate and devastatingly sinful.
Jiwoong let out a breathy gasp at Ricky's skilled tongue, the way his warm mouth seemed to worship every inch of him. His fingers found their way into Ricky's silver hair, gripping the soft strands tightly as he pushed Ricky down, silently demanding more.
Ricky obliged without hesitation. He sucked harder, taking Jiwoong deeper, and every movement made Jiwoong arch his back off the bed, a broken moan escaping his lips. The wet sounds filled the dimly lit room, absolutely obscene and intoxicating. Jiwoong tightened his grip on Ricky's hair, pulling slightly just to hear the small, pleased hum that vibrated against his length in response.
"Fuck, Ricky—" Jiwoong gasped, his hips bucking upward of their own accord.
Ricky's only answer was to redouble his efforts, his hands gripping Jiwoong's thighs to hold him steady as he took him deeper still, his eyes never leaving Jiwoong's face, watching every twist of pleasure with undisguised satisfaction.
Jiwoong's back arched off the bed completely, a shrill scream spilling out of his throat as he felt two fingers shove inside his slick hole, probing the walls of his insides with unrelenting precision.
"NGH—"
Ricky pulled away from his cock, a thin string of saliva still connecting the flushed tip to Ricky's swollen, red lips. He licked them slowly, as if savoring the taste of an exquisite dessert.
"I apologize, hyung, but I can't wait anymore."
Jiwoong couldn't even think of a response before he was suddenly manhandled by the man he once used to call scrawny and bully. His stomach was pressed against the soft mattress, his fingers digging into the pale bedsheet of the hotel room as he grasped them for dear life. Ricky added another finger inside his warm entrance, thrusting them in and out aggressively, the slick squelching sound filling the tense air.
"F-Fuck—Hah—there—"
He let out a scream when Ricky's thick fingers brushed against that sweet spot, and it was as if Ricky had found a new toy to play with. He targeted that spot ruthlessly, his fingers thrusting in and out with the slick dripping from Jiwoong's hole, the obscene sounds echoing off the walls.
"Aw, you like it there, don't you?" Ricky's voice dripped with amusement. He curled his fingers again just to watch Jiwoong writhe in pleasure.
Before Jiwoong could even form a coherent thought, Ricky manhandled him like a flimsy paper doll onto his back, positioning himself between Jiwoong's trembling legs.
Now facing him, Ricky's gaze lingered on his face, taking in every detail. Jiwoong's cheeks were flushed with a deep pink hue, his eyes hazy with lust that seemed to drip from his lashes. His red, plump lips were swollen and raw from biting them to muffle his moans, and a glistening trail of drool had escaped down his chin. He looked exactly like a whore, a used-up omega with that expression.
Ricky couldn't help but swoop in to capture those lips with his own.
Ricky groaned into his mouth as he sucked on Jiwoong's lower lip, biting down gently and tasting the metallic hint of blood on the tip of his tongue. His hands traveled down to grope Jiwoong's barely-there chest, his fingers twisting one nipple between them, toying with the sensitive bud and taking advantage of Jiwoong's gasp to shove his tongue inside his mouth.
His tongue licked every inch of Jiwoong's inner mouth, sucking and biting on his tongue like a man starved for months, years, a lifetime. He tasted of strawberries and something sweeter, something uniquely Jiwoong that Ricky had fantasized about since he was old enough to understand what desire meant.
Ricky pulled back to drink in the sight of the flushed omega helplessly staring up at him with those dazed, half-lidded eyes. He could only wish he didn't cum just from the sight before him, his prettiest hyung sprawled on the bed with his hole fluttering around nothing but air, his dick twitching with desperate need, small beads of precum adorning the flushed red tip like pearls on silk.
Jiwoong was rendered to nothing but a whore who needed his alpha's cock. He didn't know what had gotten into him; perhaps it was the pheromones clouding his judgment, perhaps it was the sheer shock of seeing how much Ricky had changed. But he wanted Ricky inside him right now. His inner omega was going crazy at the pheromones that surrounded him like a possessive hug, wrapping around him and whispering that this was exactly where he belonged.
His own intoxicating scent, sweet and desperate, made the alpha in front of him almost lose control, judging by the dark, predatory glint in Ricky's eyes.
"Please put it in."
His voice came out as whiny as he wanted it to be, needy and utterly shameless. His eyes remained dazed, his mouth slightly open, leaving him looking like the prettiest, most irresistible omega Ricky had ever laid eyes on.
Who was Ricky to deny his omega?
He untied his robe quickly, letting it fall open. He tried to hide his smile behind his hand at the sight of the older omega staring at his cock with that raw hunger in his eyes, but the curve of his lips was impossible to miss.
He positioned himself between Jiwoong's legs, brushing the tip of his cock against the slick, fluttering entrance. The contact made Jiwoong hold his breath, his entire body tense with anticipation. His inner omega was salivating at just the sight of Ricky's cock, thick, flushed, and weeping at the tip.
Jiwoong's breath hitched, and then he let out a scream when Ricky finally pushed it in. His hands gripped the sheets harder, his knuckles turning white from the sheer pressure. His eyes rolled back at the intrusion, the stretch so deliriously intense that both of them groaned in unison, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the room.
"Ricky-ah—"
His voice got cut off when Ricky swooped in to capture those plump lips again, swallowing whatever sound was left in Jiwoong's throat. And then Ricky began to move without giving Jiwoong any time to adjust, each thrust deeper than the last, as if Ricky had been waiting for this moment his entire life and had no intention of letting it end too quickly.
The night passed by in a blur of sweat, tangled sheets, and pathetic whimpers that Jiwoong would deny until his dying breath. He had tried to muffle his moans, biting down on his own knuckles, pressing his face into the pillow, anything to preserve what little dignity he had left. But every attempt was met with immediate punishment. Ricky would slow his pace, teasing him with shallow thrusts until Jiwoong was writhing and gasping, reduced to a desperate mess who would agree to anything just to feel that fullness again.
Apparently, Ricky loved those loud, lewd voices slipping out of Jiwoong's lips. The sounds drove him wild, fueling him to thrust deeper, harder, jostling Jiwoong's body against the headboard until the poor wood creaked in protest. Jiwoong's back arched off the mattress, his nails raking down Ricky's shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over him again and again. He had lost count of how many times he had come undone, his mind too hazy, body too sensitive, every nerve ending set ablaze by the alpha who loomed above him with that infuriatingly handsome smile.
"You sound so pretty, hyung," Ricky had whispered against his ear, voice rough and low, sending shivers down Jiwoong's spine. "Don't hide from me. I want to hear everything."
And Jiwoong, despite every instinct screaming at him to resist, had found himself obeying. The sounds that escaped him were shameful, desperate, nothing like the composed and aloof omega he prided himself on being. But Ricky drank in every moan, every whimper, every broken plea that tumbled from Jiwoong's swollen lips, and he rewarded each one with a deeper thrust and a kiss that stole the very breath from Jiwoong's lungs.
By the time the sun began to peek through the sheer curtains of their private island suite, Jiwoong's body was thoroughly wrecked. He lay sprawled across the ruined sheets, his robe long discarded somewhere on the floor, his skin littered with marks that Ricky had adorned him with throughout the night. Purple and crimson blossoms trailed down his neck, across his collarbones, around his wrists where Ricky had pinned him down, and even along the insides of his thighs, a map of possession that made Jiwoong's face burn every time he caught a glimpse.
His hair was a disaster, sticking up in every direction, and his lips were swollen from kissing. There was a dull ache in his lower back and a pleasant soreness between his legs that he refused to acknowledge. Every time he tried to move, his muscles screamed in protest, reminding him just how thoroughly he had been fucked.
Ricky, on the other hand, looked infuriatingly refreshed. He was propped up on one elbow beside Jiwoong, his silver hair still damp from their shared shower earlier in the night (which had turned into yet another round against the cold tiles). His chest was bare, showcasing a few scratches from Jiwoong's nails. Ricky's free hand traced lazy patterns across Jiwoong's stomach, featherlight touches that made the sensitive skin twitch.
"Good morning, hyung," Ricky murmured, his voice still thick with sleep and satisfaction. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jiwoong's shoulder, right over one of the darker marks he had left hours ago. "Did you sleep well?"
Jiwoong wanted to snap at him, to shove that handsome face away and demand answers. But his voice came out hoarse and cracked, barely above a whisper. "You... you bastard."
Ricky's smile widened, impossibly soft despite the predatory gleam in his eyes. "You loved every second of it. Don't deny it, hyung. I heard every sound you made."
Jiwoong's face flushed scarlet. He turned his head away, burying his burning cheeks into the pillow, but Ricky simply chuckled and pulled him closer, spooning him from behind. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Ricky's nose nuzzled into the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply.
"I meant what I said at the altar," Ricky whispered against his skin. "I missed you. Every single day you were gone, I thought about you. And now you're finally mine."
Jiwoong's heart stuttered in his chest. He wanted to argue, to insist that he belonged to no one, but the words died on his tongue. Because lying there, wrapped in the arms of the man who had once been nothing more than a pathetic shadow trailing behind him, Jiwoong realized with dawning horror that he didn't entirely mind being claimed.
Fuck, he thought miserably. I'm in trouble.
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