Note:
author regrets everything.
Flashbacks and thoughts in italics
I do not condone or encourage any behaviors in this story. It is simply a fictional story.
Content Warnings: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha Min-woo, Omega Youngwoo, Alpha Junho, Public Sex, Enemies to Lovers?, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Intense, tell me if I missed any
CHAPTER 1
a whiff of trouble
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Su-yeon sat opposite her on the other side of the table, giggling. "So this guy fixed the flowers on my head. I guess he liked this yellow dress." She says, pointing at her frilled bodycon.
She looked at the menu, swallowing and contorting her brows. "I don't feel like eating after that." By that, she's talking about the client who vomited near her seat. "She almost ruined my dress. Bet she did it on purpose." She grumbled before checking the time on her watch. The client was the lady with whom her ex had been cheating on her. Hence, Su-yeon's annoyance is more than justified.
Young-woo had been feeling down since dawn. Her heat was just around the corner, and she will miss the case she had been looking forward to. She frowned. Heats are wretched things. Observing the ingredients in the gimbap she held perpendicularly between her chopsticks, Young-woo bit the inside of her cheeks.
Su-yeon snorts at the familiar antics of her colleague and friend. "I better eat before it gets cold n' tacky." The yelling in the background drew their attention, and Young-woo craned her neck to look behind her where her friend's gaze had gotten glued.
"Junho?" She mumbled. Her crush was there with his roommate, the bane of her existence called Min-woo, who stood with his legs stomping to the floor like a child. She almost stifled a snicker, but Su-yeon did not cover it and burst out laughing. It rang loud enough to grab the men's focus, it seems. For all that, instead of glaring at Ms Sunshine, he directed a scowl and pierced his stare at Young-woo. She blinked back in response, used to this treatment as of now. Albeit confused, she brushes it off to lean back on her seat and savour her food.
Junho and her tormentor were engaged in some argument that felt like it was dragging on more than it should be, but that's nothing new. From day one of her and the warm-hearted legal assistant starting to bond, and the alpha continued to prove to her just how big of a heart he had with his snippets of kindness, Min-woo had not liked it. He reacted terribly—like she was a poison in his system that he had to purge. Although Young-woo was the resident genius of Hanbada, she admits it's difficult to understand the biting way in which she gets treated most of the time. She's not that bad, is she? No, if he has a problem with her being here, it's his problem. Not hers.
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Young-woo didn't have much time to comprehend what was happening. One minute she was on her chair, skimming through the paragraphs on her laptop screen, and another, she found herself stuck between the tall vase to her left and a figure with strapping shoulders, wild eyes and growing canines. It was dangerous. But it was somewhat warm, as stifling as it can get inside the room, such that Young-woo felt the heat messing with her head.
She clasped a hold behind her on the rim of the ornate vase to support her weight. It was the one in which Su-yeon had left the tulips this morning, something about a gift from the most recent boyfriend she broke up with. It didn't take long for the brunette to decipher that she was encompassed by pheromones muddying her brain. Who the hell is this—once the face completing the muscular frame came into view, meeting the light slipping from the streets through the blinds, her heart jumped in her throat. It was not from romance, no. But from the utter panic swallowing her whole and the freakish scene, she is greeted with.
"Kwon Min-WOO!" Young-woo, nothing but bawled. Who expected this guy, who claimed day in and day out that she was his nemesis, and who was not at all secretive about his blind loath towards her—in fact, it would be a surprise if even a few people in the whole of Hanbada didn't know it by now—to come breaking into her office at 12 in the night with his canines out on display and that sorely blatant tent in his pants. She didn't need ten seconds to work out what this was.
He didn't even come through the door. He broke in through the window like some bandit, tumbling onto her desk and rolling to knock her precious headphones and vertical phone charger to the floor. Thank goodness, at least he didn't sabotage her laptop. However, could she blame him? Technically yes, but assessing the state of mind he was in, it was beyond the realm of possibility.
Kwon Min-woo was driven out of his mind. Perhaps it's because this is the first time she's encountered something like this, but it appears Young-woo is experiencing a mental shutdown. Her reason had taken an extended respite to Narnia when she needed it, and Min-woo's rut had catalysed her daze. The hand slamming near her butt on the wall had a tiny flicker of sanity bursting into her. "Woo Young-woo. I had a difficult day, and you know what? Your scent had been a fucking pain in the ass!" It was the last thing she heard through her sensible ears before his scent took over, wholly intoxicating her.
The sight in his front had him salivating. He was a butterfly caught in a gossamer web, so captivated that he could not find the strength in his wings to break it free. Min-woo drank in the delicious lips parted for a sigh as her side bangs flopped messily about her cheek, face tinged to ripe strawberries, all for him to take.
"I'm losing it. I can't take it no more." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against hers in a whisper. "You have a single second. Run away if you can."
Oh. Young-woo didn't look like she was in the mood for that. For running away, that is. She gave the impression of someone asking to be devoured, asking him to rip her clothes down and fuck her right there, against the walls. He gritted his teeth in vain to regain the veneer of control he had.
Her chest rose and fell, a finger tracing the bump in his throat as he gulped. His digits crossed the swell of her chest to her buttons the instant her nails dug into the back of his neck with a whimper. "I feel hot." She took his arms, showing him precisely where she felt hot. He let her guide his palm to the space between her thighs through her clothes.
If he wasn't an idiot, Min-woo didn't need more signals to start taking action. He hand cups her crotch, thoroughly feeling her soft flesh through the Sherwood brown skirt, a splitting grin surfacing on his face as her thighs tightened around his wrist. He tosses the vase to the side to fully haul her back into his front.
He locks his lips with hers, arms fiercely circling her waist to turn her around. And just like that, Young-woo is bent over the desk with her ass up in the air. She heaves, gasping at what is about to come.
Bending over himself, Min-woo hiked her skirt with a flick of his fingers, the middle one of which was rubbing on the wet patch, growing lewd with tick-tock of the clock. She stood panting with her pale cheeks exposed to the cold air. Even though it was dim in the room, he could see it clear as a day: the outline of her swollen clit stuck to the sodden panties. It was enticing.
His tongue took a long lap at the middle, the tip of it drawing a line between the length of her folds, and what he tasted made his pupils blow wide. His nose flared, mouth going slack, edging forward. His hands fly to the border of the desk to not lose grip and fall. What a nonplussing scent!
Her slick had the sweet, creamy aroma of condensed milk and the spicy undertones of cloves. Min-woo's eyes rolled into the back of his head, breathing it in. A finger hooked over the seams of her panties, dragging it aside for him to wander. More slick pumped out of her core and dripped to his tongue. Therefore, it doesn't come as a surprise to have the knot forming on his cock. He unzips to let his shaft out of his tightening boxers, watching the underside of his length glides along her heat, his cock jumping at the sensation of her on his skin, the effect she has on him.
She lifts her rear, wriggling to feel him more on her, for him to fill her up and quench the pooling throb deep in her belly. Her eyes flutter shut when the head pops inside with a twitch, causing him to hold onto her butt cheeks, steadying her with a squeeze and another. His breath staggered, hips jerking up to push into her core. "ARGH." Min-woo controlled, not sure how he pulled the stunt in this state, where he could not even find proper syllables to express, where he had forgotten language for groans and moans.
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