My breath caught.
It wasn't even a real kiss. Just a brush of his lips over my knuckles, warm and maddeningly gentle — but it rattled me to the core. My throat locked up, heat crawling up my neck like wildfire.
Woo-jin didn't miss it. Of course he didn't. His smirk deepened, the kind that said he'd won a round I didn't even know we were playing.
"See?" he whispered, voice dripping like honey. "You feel it too."
I yanked my hand back like it burned. "Shut up."
"Ah-ah." He wagged his finger. "That's no way to talk to your groom."
"You are not my groom."
He raised the contract above his head again, waving it dramatically. "Then what's this? Hmm? A legally binding declaration of your undying love and devotion."
"It's fraud!" I lunged for the papers again, and once more, he danced out of reach.
We collided against the wall this time, his arm braced beside my head, body much too close for comfort.
Woo-jin tilted his head, eyes sparkling like he was savoring every second of my struggle. "You know what's funny?" he murmured. "You keep saying you want to be rid of me, yet here you are… chasing me."
"That's because you stole my damn contract!"
"And maybe…" His voice dipped, playful but threaded with something that made my stomach twist. "…maybe you stole my heart first."
My eyes widened. "Wha—?"
He leaned in so close I felt his breath on my cheek. "You're trembling."
"I am not!" I shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge.
"You are." His grin was softer this time, not just teasing — almost tender. "And it's adorable."
"Stop calling me adorable!"
"Fine," he said, lowering his voice to a dangerous purr. "Then I'll call you mine."
My heart skipped violently. I shoved him harder, finally slipping out from under his arm. My back hit the table, my chest heaving.
"You're insane," I rasped.
"And you're breathtaking," he countered, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I stared at him, speechless. He wasn't even out of breath, while I felt like I'd run a marathon. His grin widened as if he knew exactly how undone I looked.
Then he held up the contract again, singing, "Clause twelve! A kiss a day! Come on, honeybear, let's get it over with."
"Over my dead body," I snapped.
"Oh, don't tempt me." He chuckled, stepping closer again. "You'd be a very sexy ghost, though."
I groaned into my hands. "Why do you talk like this?"
"Because I love watching you squirm." He leaned down, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "And because one day, you won't push me away."
I dropped into the chair, rubbing my temples. "You're unbearable."
Woo-jin crouched down in front of me like some smug cat cornering its prey. He rested his chin on his palm, eyes glittering. "Correction: I'm unbearably handsome. You're welcome."
I glared. "I'm going to tear that contract apart."
"Oho?" He wagged it in front of my face. "Then you'll be in breach of clause sixteen."
My head snapped up. "…Clause sixteen?"
"Mm-hm." He tapped the paper dramatically. "Destroying the contract means…" His grin widened. "…three consecutive nights of spooning."
I nearly choked. "WHAT?!"
"Don't yell, you'll wake the neighbors," he said sweetly, leaning closer. "Unless you want them to know you're the little spoon."
I shot to my feet so fast the chair toppled over. "I'M NOT THE LITTLE SPOON!"
He gasped like I'd confessed murder. "So you're admitting you think about it!"
"NO—!"
"Yes," he whispered, stepping in, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "You picture it. My arms around you. My chest against your back. My breath at your neck…"
I shoved him away, heart hammering. "Shut up! Shut the hell up!"
He stumbled back, laughing so hard he had to grab the counter for support. "God, you're fun. No wonder I married you."
"STOP saying we're married!"
"But we are, technically. Legally." He dangled the papers again. "You signed, sweetheart. Groom and groom, together till death—or until you admit you love me."
I lunged again, but this time he caught my wrists mid-air.
In one smooth motion, he spun me and pressed me against the wall, pinning both wrists above my head with one hand. His other braced beside my face, trapping me in place.
I froze. My pulse thundered in my ears.
He leaned in slowly, voice low and rich. "Clause twelve, remember? A kiss. Just one. You can close your eyes and pretend it never happened."
His lips hovered a breath from mine, his grin sharp and taunting. "Or you can push me away again, and I'll just add another penalty."
I swallowed hard, heat rising in my face.
Woo-jin's eyes softened just a fraction. "Tell me, Dae-hyun… which will it be?"
His lips hovered a breath from mine, the contract crumpled in his hand, the world narrowed to the heat between us.
My breath hitched. My pulse screamed at me to move, to do something—anything—before I drowned in him.
I shoved him hard, breaking free from his grip. The impact sent him stumbling back onto the couch, the contract fluttering to the floor.
"Don't you dare," I snapped, chest heaving. "You're not some romantic hero. You're just a lovesick puppy who doesn't know when to quit."
Woo-jin blinked. For a heartbeat, his face actually flickered with something raw—hurt, maybe. But then that damn grin returned, sharper than ever.
"Puppy?" He tilted his head, pretending to think. "Cute. Loyal. Always following you around…" His grin widened. "I'll take it. But if I'm the puppy, that makes you the owner. Which means—"
"Don't you finish that sentence," I growled.
"—you're responsible for feeding me, walking me, and giving me lots and lots of affection." He practically sang the last word.
I threw a pillow at his face. He caught it effortlessly, laughing.
"You're impossible," I hissed, running a hand through my hair.
"And you're adorable when you're flustered."
"Adorable?!" I nearly choked. "Do I look like a child to you?"
"No," he said, voice dropping lower, warmer. "You look like the only person in the world who can drive me this crazy."
My breath caught again despite myself, and I hated it. Hated that his stupid, dramatic words made my heart trip over itself.
Woo-jin leaned back lazily on the couch, twirling the contract between his fingers like he hadn't just been pinned against a wall two seconds ago. "Clause twelve still stands, you know. A kiss a day. You already broke today's quota."
"I don't care," I muttered.
He tapped his chin, fake-thinking. "Hmm. That means you'll have to pay interest tomorrow. Two kisses. Or maybe three. Depends how generous I'm feeling."
"Over my dead body."
He grinned wolfishly. "Oh, sweetheart, don't tempt me. You're so much prettier alive and angry."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. This man was going to be the death of me.
I shoved him again, desperate to escape, but Woo-jin's grip was iron. He leaned close, his face inches from mine, eyes glinting with that maddening mixture of mischief and heat.
"Still resisting?" he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Careful, Dae-hyun… the more you push me away, the more I think you want me."
"I do NOT!" I spat, even as my heart betrayed me with every thump.
He grinned, slowly tracing a finger along my jaw. "Hmm… maybe not yet. But your body disagrees."
I changed my direction away from him, but he moved with me, closing the distance again. "Stop—just stop!"
"Or what?" His lips hovered dangerously close to mine, teasing, taunting. "I could… enforce clause twelve. Right now."
I gasped, shoving him one last time, but it was useless. His hands were on my shoulders, holding me firm, and his grin was impossibly smug.
"You're trembling," he whispered, his lips brushing a fraction from mine. "All that fight… and yet…"
"Stop saying things like that!" I yelled, fists clenched, heat rising in my chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. "I'm just observing the consequences of breaking the contract."
My breath hitched. My pulse thundered. Every nerve screamed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.
Then he leaned just a little closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper: "I think it's time you paid your… penalties."
I froze. The words were simple, but the promise behind them made my knees weak.
Woo-jin smirked, leaning in to close the last sliver of space between us. "Don't worry… I'll be gentle… at first."
And with that, the apartment shrank to just the two of us, the air thick with tension, teasing, and a dangerous promise of what was about to happen next.
He began to release his pheromones in the apartment hence making me attracted to him. Oh shoot, I can't let that control me. Someone help!
Without waiting for a response, Woo-jin opens his mouth wide and takes my entire length into his mouth, sucking hungrily. He looks up at me with watery eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallows my cock. "Mmph... nnngh... Ahh~...."
He sucks my cock with wild abandon, his tongue swirling around the head and licking up the pre-cum. He deepthroats me multiple times, gagging softly but continuing to suck. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, fucking his mouth.
"Ahhh~ …yes.…"
I abruptly pull out of his mouth, making him whimper at the sudden loss. Before he can protest, I grab his arms and shove him back onto the bed, climbing over him instantly. He lands with a bounce on the mattress, legs spreading automatically as he looks up at me with glazed eyes.
I hover over him, my hard length rubbing against his stomach as I pin his wrists above his head once more. Woo-jin squirming beneath me, his legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. He nips at my jaw, trying to regain some control despite being pinned down.
"Ngh... top…" He spreads his legs wider, his body undulating temptingly. He's testing my control - seeing if I'll snap and take him hard. He knows I'm dominant, that I like being on top. He purposefully contracts his omega hole…
"Dammit..." I said it felt erotic.
His hole is dripping wet and ready, begging to be filled. He lifts his hips up slightly, trying to get me to enter him without permission. He's being a brat, testing my patience and dominance. His hands are still pinned above his head by mine.
"Fvck me already…" He said with greedy eyes.
I resolve wavers at his demanding tone and the inviting sight of his slick hole. I lean down to bite his shoulder hard to mark him, making him cry out. Then, without warning, I align myself and slam my hips forward, burying my thick alpha cock deep inside his tight omega channel. "Ahh! Fuvk!!"
Then we do it for two more rounds.
That's when realisation struck me.
I pulled back abruptly, stepping away.
"Woo-jin." My voice was low, clipped, laced with irritation. "You always know how to provoke me."
He looked a little upset? "Why did you stop? Why do you always do this!" He yelled at me.
I didn't know what to say. Though I hated him, I don't want to make someone suffer because of me. He looked rather pitiful.
"I'm a dominant omega and it's important to have their alpha by their side if it doesn't work!"
"There are so many other alpha out there, why me?"
" Cuz I've imprinted on you." he said, eyes bright with that unshakable confidence.
I froze. My mouth actually went dry. "…Wait—what?"
He blinked, clearly enjoying my stunned expression. "Yeah! You know… imprinting. Totally natural, completely serious…and I need you.."
I took a step back, my chest tightening. "…We… Have we met before?"
He tilted his head, mock-serious. "Uh… yes, of course. Every omega meets their destined alpha eventually. Totally normal."
I furrowed my brows. "Destined alpha? You're not… serious, are you?"
He grinned, and then, just as suddenly, he laughed and waved a hand. "Ah, relax! I'm just joking. Imprinted on you? Ha! Yeah, right. Don't look at me like that."
I blinked, stunned for a second… and then I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, the tension in my chest cracking under the ridiculousness of it all. "You… you're unbelievable!"
He chuckled along with me, eyes sparkling, clearly delighted that I'd fallen for it. But as the laughter faded, I caught a glimpse of something behind his eyes — a fraction of hesitation, almost sadness, that made my chest tighten again.