Demon's wet dream (A/B/O; G!P)

Chap 1

Byul doesn't know when this started, but she can't take her eyes off Yongsun anymore.

It happened one day while Yongsun was doing her regular morning exercises. Usually, she would give the girl some snarky remarks, but that time, all she did was gulp down her saliva continuously. Her eyes were leering, and her nose was smelling everything of Yongsun. From the sweat rolling from her temple down her jaw and neck, then disappearing into the low-cut neckline top, to the red skin of her face and upper chest.

But Byul didn't want to let her gaze linger — didn't dare to do so. Not that she was scared of getting caught.

After all, it was Yongsun, a human, and her captor – though she hates to admit she's under a human's control. A demon under human's control, how shameful does that sound? Which was why their relationship didn't exactly start on the best terms.

What's in the past is in the past now that they are finally getting along. Still, she forbids herself to fantasize about the human omega.

And here she is, concentrating on every movement of Yongsun. Should she just drool already?

The fact that the omega's scent is always up her nostrils doesn't help. Byul's mind gets clouded whenever Yongsun is too close, then she would instinctively draw her nose to her neck, but still be able to pinch herself hard enough to snap out of it.

Byul decides to keep her distance from the omega. She would walk a few paces behind Yongsun, stand a two-arm length from her and look in every direction beside hers. And it works, kind of, for a few days. But they were never like this; even in their early stage, Byul would never avoid Yongsun — she would just throw insults at her.

So, of course, Yongsun notices her weird behaviors.

Day three of the plan, Byul is watching Yongsun doing her training, or at least pretending to. The omega's training attire is one reason why Byul can't seem to keep her eyes away. A simple white tunic and grey breeches made her ass look better than ever. Satan, she despises herself; Yongsun isn't even trying to be suggestive.

But the way the white top clings to Yongsun's skin and damp from sweat lets Byul see what's beneath; how can she resist that? Also, this may be the only time she can catch a flustered, heavy-panting Yongsun. Fuck.

After a while, Byul realizes how much more aggressive Yongsun swings her training staff at the dummy. Her grip is tighter too, Byul glances at the clenching muscles of the omega's upper arms. Not that there's anything to dislike, but when Yongsun stabs the dummy's head with her staff's hidden blade, she's looking at Byul directly.

Fuck, Princess is mad.

And Byul wonders why.

"Feeling great, aren't you?" Byul, of course, being Byul, makes conversation in a way, annoying as much as possible. And when she doesn't get a reply, but instead a glare from the omega, she can only gulp down nervously as a chill runs down her spine. Still, Byul voices up again, "As lovely as ever, Princess," then forms a smirk on her face.

It's noon already, the sun is at the highest point of the day, and the heat is at its worst with the summer's impact. So when Yongsun passes her, intentionally bumps into her with force, Byul can't think of anything but the smell of the omega. It's grown to the extreme after the training. She's sure as fuck she's not thirsty because of the high temperature as her eyes focus on Yongsun's glistening back of her neck; not even one drop of sweat can escape her sight. Yeah, definitely not.

Byul doesn't like Yongsun to be angry at her; she can endure her constant nagging, but not this kind of cold silent war; it would be boring for her. Guess she got a taste of her own medicine. She runs after the omega, who's already inside their house. Maybe dealing with Yongsun inside would be easier since it's not as hot, just hungry, but they would be having lunch anyway.