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

Chap 13

"Byul. Come on, talk to me."

Byul hears Yongsun calling out.

The alpha has been actively ignoring Yongsun the following morning and all the way home. It's the second day of her cold act against the omega, and she has to admit, she loves hearing Yongsun plead. That's why even though Byul's not mad anymore, she continues her pretense. A small victory — she calls it.

To be fair, her ego was bruised, and she was humiliated when Yongsun laughed at her lousy performance that night, especially as she had flaunted her own skill. That one was kind of on her, though.

"Byul. I'm sorry. Please, talk to me."

Whatever. She intends to enjoy this moment while she can.

The alpha doesn't just straight-up avoid Yongsun; she still follows her around, helps her if needed but never responds or reacts to anything the omega says or does. Byul knows it would drive Yongsun nuts more than ever. Can anyone blame her honestly when Yongsun's annoyed expression is way too funny?

They are currently having lunch, sitting in their usual seats — across from each other. Same place, same people but their attitudes are a tad bit different. This time Yongsun is the one trying to make amends, and Byul is the sulky, moping one, or at least trying to be. The tables have turned.

"I made your favorite dish!" Yongsun says in a singing voice, watching the uninterested alpha who's taking her time with each spoon.

Yongsun understands her too well, attacking her by filling her belly. How sly. But no, Byul refuses to be beaten easily like this as she remains nonchalant and makes no comments, ignoring how her inside is screaming for the delicious food.

The alpha feels the corner of her mouth lifting when Yongsun clicks her tongue out loud. Byul does wonder if she's taken her morose act too far as the omega has only been paying attention to her, pampering her since that night. What's done is done now. Maybe she should put on a show more often — getting spoiled is indeed very enjoyable. She's a demon; upsetting people is like her thing, after all.

Finishing her plate in silence, Byul goes to put it away before moving to the couch in another room, away from Yongsun. Just so she can finally grin from ear to ear without being seen by the omega as she props her feet up on the coffee table.

Byul's still listening to Yongsun's movements with intent. She can smell her frustration even from here. Tomorrow, the alpha decides that she should stop playing with the omega; she has had enough fun, she should stop before damaging their relationship in a serious way. Therefore, she's going to treasure every moment for the rest of this day.

Footsteps pause at the entrance of the room.

Byul can sense Yongsun's glare behind her, sending chills down her spine, making her toes curl. Yongsun can't scare her into submission. She has a plan, and she will follow through. Tomorrow is tomorrow.

But then Byul holds her breath as Yongsun approaches her from behind, a hand playing with her hair.

"Alpha," Yongsun coos into the alpha's now red ear, "I'm bored. Play with me."

Byul shivers slightly at the hot air that lingers. A surprised gasp escapes her mouth as Yongsun nibbles on her earlobe while her fingers fondle her neck.

So the omega has come prepared. Byul should've known better. But there's no way she's going to give Yongsun the satisfaction of winning now that the omega has pulled out her card. Does Yongsun really think she is that weak?

That being said, Byul curses under her breath as the tip of the omega's tongue slips into her canal.

"Come on, alpha," Yongsun chuckles at the reaction, "I know you want to."

If this is all the omega has got, Byul for sure can withstand it easily enough. She tilts her head to the side and shakes her shoulders to get away from Yongsun's closeness. That's right. She doesn't want this.

Byul cheers mentally when the omega draws back. Nice try, Yongsun. It would take more than that for her to crumble.

And just like the alpha's wish, Yongsun now straddles her lap, preventing her from going anywhere. The way the omega grinds her hips down makes Byul plant her feet to the ground instantly to steady herself.

The alpha hates that her hands go to Yongsun's waist almost automatically — though she catches herself before they can reach their destination and redirects them to grab onto the cushions on both sides.

Every touch of Yongsun is hot as flame, burning every place it waltzes through on Byul's skin. Lips and tongue trail from her jawline down her neck, wet and sloppy; hands slide up and down her sides and finally slipping under her top, hungry and greedy. It's like being a piece of meat for a predator — a position where the alpha has never found herself in. Byul bites down a groan when Yongsun once again grinds her hips down.

The omega really knows which button to press.

Fortunately, Byul is determined. She squeezes her eyes shut, biting on her inner lips hard to let the pain take over while clutching onto the cushions, trying to still her body as if nothing is happening. Of course, throwing Yongsun off of her is also an option, but that would mean admitting defeat, which Byul does not want.

Yongsun's long sigh catches the alpha's attention.

"If only I could find someone that listened to me."

Where is Yongsun going with that? What is she planning?

For the first time, their eyes meet.

Next thing Byul knows, Yongsun pushes the alpha's legs open and gets down on her knees.

"And I think I know just where to find that someone."