warnings : public degradation, smut, jealousy sex, filthy talk
You let out a tired sigh and kicked the floor. You had been waiting for him way too long. Your mate, Hyunjin, was always away, taking care of things that rarely mattered to him. But you mattered to him. And there you were, arms crossed, cheeks puffed up, hoping that the extreme amount of pouting you were doing would, in someway, make him notice you. As usual, it didn’t work. Enough was enough.
Pushing yourself out of the pouty stage was hard enough, but you knew that you had to get the alpha to notice you. Nothing worked, from pushing to pouting. There was only one thing that could affect Hyunjin. With the evilest smile you could muster, you pushed yourself up and made your way to where Hyunjin was.
You knew he was always with the same 7 people, his most trusted advisors. But who could you flirt with that would flirt back innocently? You needed a person who didn’t even know what he was doing, someone who wouldn’t be punished if you did. Chan was too much of a gentleman. He barely talked to you, knowing Hyunjin would get angry. Felix was too much of a friend to flirt properly with. Jisung, however, Jisung was perfect.
Everyone knew about the old rivalry that Jisung and Hyunjin had. Even though most of it had faded, some remained. They would constantly tease each other with “You should lead better.”, reminding them of their hatred in the past.
You knew what you had to do. Taking a deep breath, you open the door of their favorite cafe, where they all just have, as Felix calls it, “bro time.”
As you inhaled your favorite scent of coffee, you wildly looked around, trying not to let your senses get overwhelmed while still looking for them. There he was.
Hyunjin had a casual arm slung over his chair, nodding and smirking at what Minho had just said. He didn’t even do anything to you, and yet he had perfect control over your feelings. His long blonde hair (that he grew out just for you) shined in the sunlight. He sat exactly where he looked the prettiest. It’s like he knew somehow. This man drove you crazy.
You walk over to the group who tilts their head in perfect synchronization at slight interest to you. Attempting to look as graceful as possible, you sit down next to Jisung, who looks at you in confusion while stuffing his cheeks with cheesecake.
“Hey, Y/N.” He gets out somehow with his mouth full. You pat him on his bicep, nodding.
“Hey, Sungie.” You smile and draw out the “Sungie” to somehow makes Hyunjin annoyed. You look at him hopefully. Nothing. He gives you a small smile, as if he knew what you were doing, and drops the smile just as quick. You grit your teeth and smile just as tightly. You continue to touch Jisung’s bicep, throwing occasional looks at Hyunjin. “Wow, Sungie, have you been working out?” You pretend to widen your eyes as you poke and massage Jisung’s bicep.
“Huh?” Jisung furrows his eyebrows and shrugs, dismissing the thought he was having. “As a matter of fact, I have~!” You nod and continue to shower him with compliments, all while touching his bicep.
“I can definitely tell.” You venture to poke his cheek. This was no abnormal thing, as the guys were constantly attacking him with cuddles and pokes to the cheek. But when you do it, it made Jisung confused.
He clears his throat, looking at Hyunjin like a scared sheep.
You’ve never seen your boyfriend smirk so much. He knew what you were doing, and now all his friends did too. He was still in the same position, with his hair and soft ears shining in the light. You usually thought his hair was something that made your boyfriend look innocent, but now, oh now he looked more demon-like than ever. Hyunjin’s friends were awkwardly sitting there, with Chan trying to keep up a conversation with Seungmin. After you thought must be forever of you sitting there stiffly, as he looked at you up and down, he finally moves, tilting his head to show off his obvious dominance. Hyunjin looked at you up and down again, loving the way you squirmed when he looked at you too long. It was like his innocent gaze burned a hole in you. When he speaks, he speaks slowly, to draw attention to his curling lips.
“I just remembered.” You shiver at how low his voice was. He was practically growling. “We have somewhere to go.” Hyunjin speaks to Chan, who nodded his head.
“Clearly.” Chan said, smirking and gesturing to the both of you.
Jisung waves, confidence regained. “Bye~”
Hyunjin takes your hand, and with one glare, practically drags you to the bathroom of the cafe.
Jisung smirks the second he can’t see either of you. “They’re probably fucking by now, aren’t they?” He’s met by nods everywhere.
Hyunjin grabs your collar and slams you to the wall of the bathroom, glaring at you. With a wave of his hand, all the people were in the bathroom hightailed their way out. They were all scared of him, as they should be. He places a thigh in between your legs, flexing it. After hearing your soft whines for a moment, he slams his plump lips against yours, kissing you furiously. Your teeth clashed as his tongue easily overpowered yours.
You grab your mate’s shirt and unbutton it, revealing the lean, but muscular, body he had underneath. His eyes widen in an animalistic sense that you had never seen in his eyes that were usually filled with love. He lets out a growl and starts trailing rough kisses down your neck, not caring if they became bruises or not.
“Hyunjin, you can’t just give me hickies!” You pout. He raises his head and grabs your chin.
“Well, whore.” He spits out. “You should have thought of that before you angered me, hm?” He raises his eyebrow, daring you to reply to him. You nod weakly. Your boyfriend continues leaving bites, speaking in between breaths. “You need to know who you belong to, darling.” He removes his thigh and rips off your clothes. After checking to make sure you were okay, Hyunjin removes your panties, smirking. “What a filthy cunt.” He remarks. “So wet, just for me. You really love getting me mad, hm?”
You sigh at his words. Hyunjin had always known how to make you like this. Weak and incapable. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and he already put you in your place.
He traces a soft finger on your unclothed heat, removing it and staring at your glistening juices. He pushes his fingers in your mouth with a pop and unbuckles his belt. He removes his boxers, revealing his angry, red cock. “See what you did, darling? Fix it.” He growls again and starts stroking his length.
You shiver with his words, and gasp as he pushes his length in you without warning. You let out a small moan, and adjust to the stretch. He smirks at you.
“Look at my little whore, swallowing up my cock easily. My cockslut couldn’t live without her master’s cock, hm?” You nod desperately at his voice.
He picks up the pace at your silence, thrusting quickly at your g-spot. Hyunjin moves his hand to your throat and squeezes.
“You’re so fucking small, god.” With a few more thrusts, he pulls out, stroking his cock so spurts of white cum land on you. You whine from your orgasm slowly fading away.
He grins. “That’s what happens when you’re a filthy whore.” He winks and starts cleaning you up. “Now, you’re going to go out there, and let all of my friends see how much of a whore you are. My whore.” He taps the purpling hickies on your shoulders and neck.