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Yeonwoo sat beside Haesol, his eyes shimmering with joy as a radiant smile illuminated his face. Underneath the table, their fingers were intertwined, today was their wedding day. Yeonwoo and Haesol were officially married, and the reception was in full swing.
Their friends, family, and guests were reveling in the joyous occasion. And Yeonwoo's heart pounded so loud that he feared everyone might hear it. He was an omega, he was born with a delicate frame and exquisite features.
Yeonwoo was gorgeous, but he was even more breathtaking in his wedding attire. He wore a pristine white layered suit, paired with white pants and a lace-trimmed veil that flowed down his back.
Glancing over at his side, Yeonwoo’s cheeks flushed red as he looked at Haesol. His wife, his alpha. She was so breathtakingly stunning, that he couldn't suppress the involuntary purr that escaped his lips.
“Snap out of it! I can’t act like this in front of our guests.”
Yeonwoo mentally scolded himself, sweat trickling down his forehead as he fought to regain control. However, he continued to admire Haesol’s beauty. She was wearing a black, embroidered vest over a white blouse, paired with black tailored pants and white gloves. Everything about her demeanor just screamed, the perfect alpha.
But, her cold, unfocused eyes barely registered their friends and family on the dance floor, cause she was completely distracted on her champagne flute.
However, Yeonwoo noticed how her canines were elongating, her pupils constricting, and her scent intensifying into a much muskier scent.
Raising an eyebrow, Yeonwoo cautiously scooted closer, his wedding ring momentarily shining underneath the chandelier's glittering light. He reached out, his touch feather-light as he gently tapped her hand. Haesol's gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes focusing as she stared down at him. "Haesol..” he whispered, his voice laced with concern. "Are you feeling alright?"
Slowly, a subtle smile curved on Haesol's lips as she carefully placed her champagne flute on the table. "I'm perfectly fine." she replied, her voice laced with affection. Her mulberry eyes, staring intently into his glistening golden ones. "I'm simply overwhelmed with happiness to be your wife." She added, a deep, throaty chuckle escaping her lips. Subtly, she lifted their intertwined hands hidden beneath the table before leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto his hand.
Blushing furiously, Yeonwoo was completely at loss for words. He stared down at Haesol, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and delight. "H-Haesol," he stammered, his voice barely above whisper. "There are guests, watching us." He added sheepishly, before he then made a half-hearted attempt to withdraw his hand from hers. Although, he didn’t try to struggle as much since he very much enjoyed her affection.
"And what of it?" Haesol playfully remarked. She lifted her head, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she deliberately placed their intertwined hands on the table for all to see. "We're married now, my love. Isn't this exactly what we should be doing?" Her voice, although teasing, held a genuine depth of affection. "Besides.." She added, her eyes filled with pure adoration as she stared down at him.
“I want everyone to know that this beautiful omega is mine, all mine."
"You're so cheesy.” Yeonwoo complained, a soft whine escaping his lips. His blush intensified as he turned his head away, letting out a soft huff. But his attempt of turning her advances was short-lived. Haesol slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close until his back pressed firmly against her chest.
But instead of resisting, Yeonwoo melted against her, surrendering to the warmth of her embrace. Turning his head, he rested his cheek against her chest. A soft, contented purr rumbling deep from his throat.
His scent, a comforting blend of cinnamon and vanilla, mixed perfectly with Haesol's musky scent which held a hint of cocoa.
"You love it, though~" Haesol cooed, her voice low and teasing against his ear. "Now that we're married, I can be as outrageously cheesy as I want. And you're stuck with me." She added, a smug smirk playing on her lips.
"Fine, I suppose you’re right... I do like it." Yeonwoo sighed, a sound that was half-purr and half-complaint. Slowly, he turned around to fully face Haesol, before playfully glaring at her with a pout that did little to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Only a little bit, though." he huffed, the words barely concealing his delight.
Haesol's eyes softened as she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his head. While the scent of his pheromones; cinnamon and vanilla, washed over her stronger than before, igniting a feral hunger within her.
The rest of the reception passed in a blur. Friends and family showered them with well wishes and gifts, as they were overjoyed for the newlyweds. However, Yeonwoo’s parents managed to pull him aside for a private moment.
Tears welled up in his father's eyes as he held Yeonwoo tightly, his shoulders shaking with dramatic sobs. "You're growing up so fast!" he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "Haesol will steal you away, and you'll forget about your poor, old parents!" He sobbed dramatically. Yeonwoo’s father, Mr. Ryu Seong-hun was a beta. Yet, he was undeniably devoted to his omega wife, Mrs. Yeonjoo.
Despite the persistent stories about the incompatibility of betas and omegas, the old couple proved those stories wrong since they were very much happy with each other.
"Our sweet, sweet boy… promise us you won't forget us!" Mrs. Yeon added, tears welling up in her eyes as she joined her husband with embracing their son. Overwhelmed with a mixture of affection and embarrassment, Yeonwoo's cheeks flushed red. He giggled, a nervous sound that did little to mask his amusement.
"Mom, Dad… I won't forget you guys, relax! Haesol and I will visit during the holidays." he reassured them, his voice laced with sincerity.
"Only the holidays?! That alpha is going to lock you u—" Mr. Ryu began, but his dramatic protest was cut short as his wife, Mrs. Yeon, tugged sharply at his ear. Pulling him away from their son, who was practically being squished from their tight embrace. She chuckled, "You silly man, don't talk badly about Haesol! She's an innocent woman.” she said, releasing his ear with a playful swat.
"Innocent?! Have you seen how she looks at our precious boy? She’s far from innocent, I tell you!" Mr. Ryu complained, rubbing his ear with a dramatic whine. "Dad… I'll be fine, Haesol is so good to me. We'll visit every chance we get, I promise." Yeonwoo chuckled, his voice warm and reassuring as he smoothed down the wrinkles in his suit, caused by his parent’s embrace.
"Alright, we'll hold you to that, dear." Mrs. Yeon said with a warm smile, her eyes softening as she dabbed at the remaining tears on Mr. Ryu's face with a handkerchief. "Fine, but you also have to promise to call us!" Mr. Ryu huffed, letting out a final sniffle before finally composing himself.
"Yes, yes, I promise." Yeonwoo smiled, and he felt a fuzzy warmth spread through his chest while basking in his parent’s love.
With a final promise of frequent calls, Yeonwoo turned and headed back towards Haesol. He found her standing near the now-empty dance floor, her gaze distant but her posture relaxed as if she'd been patiently waiting for his return. As he approached, a subtle shift in her demeanor told him that she'd sensed his return, long before he even reached her.
Turning her head, a slow, subtle smile played on Haesol’s lips as he drew closer. Taking his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Silently reassuring him, that everything was perfect, exactly as it should be. “Ready to head back?”
“Mhm..” He replied, his voice breathless, under the weight of her beauty.
The evening spun by in a whirlwind of celebration. Haesol, ever the watchful, kept a possessive hand on his waist throughout the reception. But as the last guest departed, Yeonwoo and Haesol found themselves alone. The bustling energy that had once filled the venue just moments ago was now gone.
Looking at each other, they shared a smile before intertwining their fingers. Hand in hand, they left the venue, their chauffeur waiting to drive them to their hotel. Upon arriving at their suite, Haesol locked the door behind them, sealing them in a world of their own.
The sound of the lock clicking shut had Yeonwoo's cheeks flushing with anticipation. He turned to Haesol, fidgeting with his fingers. "Haesol… do you mind helping me out of my suit? I-I can't quite reach the buttons at the back." he mumbled shyly, his pheromones intensifying, filling the room with a heady mix of cinnamon and vanilla.
"Of course, I don't mind at all." Haesol replied, a slight smirk spreading across her lips. She walked towards him, her fingers gently brushing against his hips, before guiding him towards the wardrobe.
Standing before the mirror, Yeonwoo began to remove his veil, letting it fall onto the polished floors while Haesol stood behind him. Her fingers trailing down his back, sending shivers down his spine, as she carefully began to help him out of his suit.
A tremor suddenly ran through Yeonwoo, he was so nervous yet excited. He knew that they would eventually consummate their marriage, but he was so terrified of accidentally ruining the mood.
"Relax, love… you're trembling." Haesol chuckled huskily, her voice low as she moved closer until his back was pressed against her. Leaning down, she began to kiss his neck. Unable to contain himself, Yeonwoo let out a soft whimper, his eyes fluttering shut as he released a shaky breath.
They were really going to do it.
Oh my god.
"H-Haesol… at least let us get ready." Yeonwoo mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Although, his protest had been half-hearted at best, since his instincts were screaming for it’s alpha. He breathed in her scent, his trembling subsiding as it was replaced by a nervousness that thrummed beneath his skin.
He wanted her, desperately.
"But I want you now… you smelled so good the entire time we were at the venue." Haesol whispered, her voice muffled against his neck. She trailed lower, her lips finding his scent gland. Slowly, she licked a stripe across it, and a loud moan escaped Yeonwoo's lips as his legs trembled and he leaned heavily against her.
"S-Still! We should at least clea—“ Yeonwoo’s words were cut short, as Haesol lifted her head from his neck and captured his lips in a deep kiss. Yeonwoo's eyes widened in surprise, his body stiffening momentarily before he eventually relaxed. Slowly, he broke the kiss before turning around to face her.
"Fine… y-you win, I want you too.." Yeonwoo admitted shyly, before he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling Haesol down for a much deeper kiss.
Haesol's eyes widened for a second, taken aback by his sudden act of boldness, but her surprise quickly melted away as she reciprocated the kiss with an insatiable hunger, her arms wrapping around his waist as she guided him towards the bed.
Once his legs hit the bed, she broke the kiss, slowly lowering him onto the soft mattress. Yeonwoo squirmed as Haesol settled above him, her arms braced on either side of his head. She looked down at him, her mulberry eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that sent shivers down his spine.
"Stop looking at me like that.." Yeonwoo complained, an embarrassed whine escaping his lips as he pouted and poked her cheek. But his face suddenly turned bright red when Haesol leaned down and sucked on his finger, eliciting a startled yelp from him before he immediately pulled his hand away. "You're unbelievable!" he shrieked, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"What? Can I not appreciate my husband's beauty?" Haesol remarked smugly, her voice low and teasing as a deep chuckle vibrated in her chest. Leaning down, she kissed his along his body, her breath warm against his skin. "Such a pretty omega." she praised, her voice low and sultry as she continued to unbutton his suit, freeing him from their constraints. Carefully, she trailed her finger along his sides, eliciting breathless giggles from Yeonwoo.
He hummed contentedly, basking in her affection and compliments. With each kiss and touch, his initial anxieties melted away. His giggles and purrs echoed across the room as Haesol continued to undress him, her kisses leaving a trail of warmth in it’s wake.
"Haesol…" he purred, his eyes dazed with affection as he kneaded gently at her chest.
"You feeling alright now, love?" Haesol asked. Yeonwoo, now free of his suit was still dressed in his thin blouse and pants, but the kisses she'd showered upon him earlier had already heightened his sensitivity.
Yeonwoo raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion as he pondered what she could’ve meant by asking him that question. Suddenly, his eyes softened in understanding when he realized, that Haesol had deliberately taken her time ensuring he was comfortable before proceeding any further.
She had probably noticed his initial fear about consummating their marriage, and she had patiently worked to ease his nerves, ensuring that he would be able to enjoy their first night together.
"Aww, Haesol… you're just a big softie underneath your cold demeanor." Yeonwoo giggled, his voice laced with warmth and affection.
"Cold? baby, I'm far from cold with you." Haesol huffed playfully, feigning displeasure at his accusation. "You dummy." Yeonwoo added with a chuckle. "I'm not talking about you being cold to me. I'm talking about how cold you are with others. But underneath it all.." he continued, his voice softening, "You're just a big softie!" He pointed out with amusement.
"Teasing your wife? How cruel of you…" Haesol sighed dramatically, as she theatrically placed her hand over her heart, pretending to be heartbroken. Although, she couldn’t stop the smile that twitched at the corners of her lips from the sound of his giggles.
“Are you going to divorce me that?” Yeonwoo teased, his voice soft and playful as his scent grew stronger. Slowly, he wrapped his legs around her waist, holding her still as his pupils dilated with need.
"Hell no, I wouldn't even think about divorcing you even if you killed somebody." Haesol chuckled, her canines elongating as she leaned down and kissed alongside his scent gland. Eliciting whimpers and whines from Yeonwoo, as he pawed at her chest.
Glaring over at her suit, Yeonwoo frowned. Clearly displeased that she was still dressed. "Off." he scowled, tugging at her suit, attempting to unbutton it.
"Yes, yes. I'll hurry up." Haesol smirked, lifting her head from his neck as she began to unbutton her suit. She stripped out of her clothes until she was left in only her underwear. Suddenly, her eyebrows rose as she heard a soft purr rumble from Yeonwoo’s throat at the sight of her half-naked form. "Enjoying the view?" She teased, a low, throaty chuckle escaping her lips.
Yeonwoo's face turned red with embarrassment. He huffed, wrapping his arms tighter around her neck before he leaned up to bite harshly on her flesh. Haesol froze, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared down at him. "That's what you get, you tease.” he giggled, his voice laced with amusement.
Haesol remained frozen for a moment, her eyes still locked on his, clearly surprised by his sudden boldness. But a chuckle suddenly escaped her lips, and she leaned down. Burying her face in his neck.
Meanwhile, Yeonwoo was still giggling, clearly amused by her reaction. When suddenly, he felt something hard press against him. "Haes—" he began, but his sentence was cut short as realization dawned on him. "I hate you…" he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
"I know you don’t~" Haesol retorted, her lips trailing a path of kisses down his neck, before finally reaching his lips. Her tongue gently probed against his lower lip, asking for access, which he immediately complied with. The kiss deepened with each passing moment.
One by one, their clothes fell onto the floor.
“Such a beautiful omega.” Haesol crooned, her voice low and sultry as she gazed down at his naked form, her hands braced on either side of his head. “Haesol…” Yeonwoo whined impatiently, his frustration evident, as slick began to slowly drip between his thighs.
“Alright, alright… no more teasing.” Haesol hummed, her mulberry eyes glinting mischievously. Leaning down, she captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss before she rubbed her erection against his entrance, eliciting breathless gasps and moans from Yeonwoo.
“Haesooll..” He whined, but his complaint was cut short when Haesol suddenly entered him in one, firm thrust. Yeonwoo let out a high-pitched wail as his body began to swallow her inside, inch by inch. “I-It’s too big..” He cried out, his legs trembling as he instinctively wrapped them around her waist, clinging to her as his body convulsed around her.
“Fuck! You’re so tight..” Haesol hissed, her hips snapping forward as Yeonwoo's walls sucked her deeper. The heat radiating within him was intense, it was like entering a literal furnace. But she remained still, giving him the time to adjust to the feeling of her being inside him.
Once Yeonwoo's body began to relax, Haesol slowly began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, gentle rhythm. With each thrust, she bottomed out inside him, her pelvis pressing against his sensitive prostate.
“A-Ah!…Hnngh~!” Yeonwoo moaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Haesol!” He breathed softly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears as he held onto her wrists. “Go f-faster!” He begged, his inner walls pulsating with need.
“Yeonwoo.” Haesol warned, her eyes darkening as her thrusts remained firm and deliberate. But his moans and cries of pleasure were driving her insane. In the end, she couldn’t do anything but comply to his request.
Damn.
Now she knew that she could no longer hold back.
Suddenly, She began to move faster and Yeonwoo gasped. It felt good, she felt good. He loved the feeling of her inside of him, the feeling of their skin next to each other. His toes curled, twisting, and wiggling. As the softness of her breasts weighed on his chest.
He felt so hot.
Like he was burning from the inside and out.
"Yes!... Right there!" Yeonwoo cried out, his body shaking with pleasure. Haesol's cock was hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of ecstasy through him. “Mark me..” Yeonwoo gasped out, sweat trickling from the both of their bodies as they moved rhythmically against each other.
“Haesol mark me!” He pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation as his legs tightened around her waist.
With a low growl, Haesol’s pupils constricted and she could no longer hold herself back, she leaned down and licked a stripe along his scent gland before biting harshly on his neck. Yeonwoo cried out, his own pupils constricting as he felt her teeth pierce his flesh. He twitched and spasmed but Haesol held him still.
Finally, the mass that had been forming at the base of her shaft slipped in deep, with a powerful thrust. Yeonwoo let out a shrill cry as he moaned out Haesol's name, his back arching as his fingers dug into her back, leaving a trail of claw marks.
A flood of warm liquid filled his insides, Yeonwoo whimpered and whined trying to lift his hips up to take more of it in. But Haesol held him down. Eventually, he felt himself clamp down on her and release between the two of them.
"Haesol..." He moaned just as she slowly let go of his neck. But as soon as she let go, Yeonwoo took his chance and bit down on Haesol’s neck as well. He felt her tighten up before relaxing. Gently, Yeonwoo removed his canines from her neck and laid back, panting.
Looking up at Haesol who was slowly coming back from her high, he laughed seeing the stunned look on her face. Though, the sound of his hoarse laughter immediately jolted Haesol back to reality as her expression softened and she laughed with him as well.
Gently, the two of them pressed their foreheads together unable to stop smiling.
Everything was perfect, exactly as it was meant to be.