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It was supposed to be a simple job. In and out.
This was not simple.
San was sweating bullets right now watching round after round of poker flash before his eyes, he was losing more and more money, looking like an even bigger fool by the minute. This was his speciality, Hongjoong only ever sent him out as Wooyoung’s muscle but this time around the pretty omega needed some extra cover at the table.
This was how San ended up watching his gorgeous mate fawn over the current big winner at the table, draping himself on the man’s arm. He acted like some stuck up alpha but San was pretty sure this guy was a beta by the way he barely had any scent. Thank the gods because if he was an alpha San was pretty sure he would have snapped his arm by now. The man was ducked out head to toe in an awful Gucci suit and to anyone else it looked like Wooyoung was eating that shit up. The omega purred something in the man’s ear and it looked like it was something dirty based off the bright blush on the guy’s cheeks.
San scuffed and shifted in his seat. He opened the internal comm link to Seonghwa and groaned obnoxiously. “Come on, hyung. How much longer is it gonna take Yeosang to crack this guy’s fucking security code? I wanted to be back home like an hour ago,” San complained. The line crackled as Yeosang patched himself into their link.
“Can you shut up for two seconds? I’m almost done. Besides, shouldn't you be focusing on that game you're currently losing? I thought you were good at poker?” Yeosang scuffed back and then his link went dead as he detached. Seonghwa on his end chuckled but stayed quiet.
“Oh please! You know-”
“I always let him win.” Wooyoung’s voice interrupted the channel. He sounded smug.
San glanced up at the boy and found Wooyoung watching him with an alluring smile and a knowing glint in his eyes. Fuck, he really did have the prettiest mate ever. It made his alpha purr to see his lover looking at him like that and not that gross Gucci pig that kept petting Wooyoung’s ass like it was a cat. To be fair, Wooyoung did have a great pu-
There was a cough beside San’s shoulder. Oh, it must be his turn. Shit.
“I fold..” The alpha muttered and set his cards down. Wooyoung would never let him hear the end of this. The omega looked disappointed at him as San rose from his seat and left the table amid a few boos and sympathetic awes because San was in some serious shit with how much money he’d just lost. Oh well, they were about to steal all that money and more from Mr. Gucci.
San stepped away from the table and headed for the bar at the back of the speak-easy. He slouched, acting dejected, and ordered a stiff drink to “drown his sorrow”. The only sorrow he felt was over the fact that he wasn’t already back home blowing the back out of his seductive little fox. Wooyoung really did look like a million bucks tonight, he always looked good but a heist made him glow.
Wooyoung’s hair was freshly dyed, a deep ink black, and styled out of his face. San couldn’t wait to mess it all up later. The omega was wearing a cropped leather jacket with an equally cropped solid black turtleneck to sneakily hide his mating bite. Tight black pants hugged the younger’s ass and thighs, it made San and every other person there want to drool. San just knew that Wooyoung was eating that shit up, he loved being the center of attention even during cons. However, San’s favorite part of Wooyoung’s outfit tonight was the delicate silver chain that linked around his neck and then trailed down his chest to another chain on his waist. Oh the thing’s San’s mind could picture…
San cast a glance behind him towards his dolled up mate, still in the arms of that slimy bastard. That man was only winning so big because the “dirty things” Woo was whispering to him were just what hands to play and where. Clever little fox.
San swirled his drink around his glass and watched and one by one the other players folded to Wooyoung’s smug winner, they all left significantly poorer and each loser just made Wooyoung smile more. San watched from a distance and Wooyoung shifted from foot to foot, he was getting antsy. San was willing to bet Wooyoung was giddy with anticipation and maybe a little horniness. His mate really got off on scamming the filthy rich.
San’s inner wrist implant lit up with a notification, he clicked the circle on his wrist once and Yeosang’s message was read in his ear.
“Got the codes, ready to move on Wooyoung’s signal.”
San smirked and set his glass down on the counter and swiped his wrist over the bartender’s machine to transfer the money to pay. Wooyoung would pull a similar trick on Mr. Gucci but instead of depositing money Wooyoung would be transferring all of the winner’s earnings to them. And then some…
Wooyoung was getting up with the winner now, the guy was hugging Wooyoung to him and the omega went along with it by wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. The man grinned and gripped Woo’s ass hard before pulling him along. “It must be my lucky day meeting you, doll.” The man purred. Lucky day? More like his worst nightmare.
Wooyoung just giggled and ran his fingers into the man’s poorly styled hair, “I’m about to make you even luckier, baby. Let's get a room, okay? I wanna celebrate with you,” The omega crooned and San had to stop himself from gagging when Wooyoung kissed the man deeply. The man returned the kiss hungrily and didn’t even notice when Wooyoung slid his wrist by the man’s neck.
San pondered that for a moment before it clicked: that’s where the man’s main implant must be. You could get it in a few places, most got it in the back of their neck because it was more space to store data then the side. Wooyoung was always so observant.
This is where things would get tricky. As soon as Wooyoung pulled that fast one, San contacted Yeosang and gave him the all clear through the internal comm so everyone else knew that it was go time.
“Yeosang, he’s made contact. You’re up.” San sent the message and then he pushed away from the bar and headed towards where Wooyoung was still locked with Mr. Gucci at the poker table.
Whatever Yeosang actually does is way beyond San, he doesn’t understand all his hacker crap like Wooyoung seems to.
San watched as Wooyoung pulled away from the man and flashed him a smile, in his eyes though San could see Wooyoung was sick and tired of being this man’s arm-candy. “Wait right here, baby. I gotta go freshen up,” Wooyoung cooed and made a show of swaying his hips as he walked away towards the back of the room where the restrooms were. When Wooyoung walked past San he smirked up at him and winked. San’s breath caught in his throat when he felt his mate’s skillful touch secretly brush his hip when he went by.
San grinned to himself and glanced around the room, people were going back to their own games or drinking circles now. San ran a hand through his hair and straightened his jacket before following after his omega. San wasn’t looking too bad tonight either and he knew it, he had felt his little fox’s gaze the whole game. Not just criticizing his awful poker skills but also picturing the alpha without said fancy clothes.
The older man walked after Wooyoung and gave the room one last glance before walking into the bathroom.
San promptly found himself pressed up against the door of the restroom, Wooyoung’s wandering hands gripped his ass and his lips crashed onto his. The alpha was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly, growling into the kiss as he licked Wooyoung's sweet mouth. The omega keened and raised a leg to wrap it around San’s hip, grinding sinfully.
“Shit, babe, slow down.” San chuckled heavily but he also wasn’t deterring Woo. He grabbed the younger by the thighs and picked him up to securely wrap his legs around the alpha’s waist. San turned the lock on the bathroom door and carried Wooyoung to the sinks to set him on the counter.
“Don't wanna, feel too wired. Too hot.” Wooyoung moaned and licked San’s gland, sucking on it greedily. He dipped his tongue over the bite on the sensitive spot and trailed his mouth up the column of San’s neck next. San laughed Woo again but couldn’t help but groan at the boy’s ministrations, when Wooyoung bit his earlobe and tugged San grabbed him up the hips and pulled their bodies closer. “This really gets you going, huh? No wonder you always jump me when you get home.” San grinned and pressed his lips to Wooyoung’s again.
San was more the muscle of the group, the backup you could say. Wooyoung didn’t usually need his help when scamming rich fuckers but this club was pretty exclusive with a lot of other bodyguards and the like around. San wasn’t complaining though. He got to watch his sexy mate scam a snob out of some serious cash and then he gets to fuck him after?! Win win.
Speaking of which, the omega in his arms and beginning to get impatient. Wooyoung was never very good at foreplay anyway. They could work on that. Wooyoung was beginning to squirm and rock his hips, little whines and whimpering escaped his pretty pink lips as he searched for friction and wasn't getting anywhere. San was content to watch his gorgeous mate try, and fail, to get off when Wooyoung struck right at his weakness.
“Alpha..”
San groaned loudly when Wooyoung moaned like that for him. San leaned down and gently bit Wooyoung’s lip right over the cute little freckle he had. He suckled meanly and reached a hand between them to palm at Wooyoung’s aching cunt through his pants. The omega gasped and gripped the dark fabric of San’s suit jacket, he mewled and spread his thighs further apart to invite more heated touches. San wasn’t sure they could really go all the way here but fuck if he wasn’t get this ethereal creature in front of him off at least once. San stepped back, he looked up at Wooyoung as he dropped down to his knees before him and started to work his shoes off.
The omega looked down at San with a heated gaze, like this San could finally appreciate his mate up close. He had a light dusting of glittering on his eyes, his eyes were sharpened with both desire and eyeliner. The deep blush of lipstick on the boy’s lips made San lick his own lips to taste it. He quickened his movements and got Wooyoung’s shoes off which meant he could take off what he really wanted to. He leaned up and worked Wooyoung’s button open and then his fly, the alpha grasped the zipper with his teeth and relished the way he could feel Wooyoung’s breath pick up and the sweet scent of arousal get stronger. San’s hot breath fanned over Wooyoung’s mound as he slid the zipper down and as he worked it down he was met with a surprise.
Wooyoung was not wearing any underwear.
“Oh fuck me.” San growled and grabbed Wooyoung’s pants by the hips and jerked them down and off in one fell swoop. The omega giggled as San ran his rough hands over Wooyoung’s soft, golden, legs. “That’s kind of the idea, big boy. Come onnnn,” The omega purred and spread his legs further to give San a good view.
The sight made San salivate.
Woyoung was dripping, quite literally. His folds were flushed and pink with need and the more San stared he could see when Wooyoung’s clit throbbed. The alpha groaned at the sight and felt himself filling out in his pants. Wooyoung smirked and reached forward, he carded his fingers through San’s dark hair and gripped at the back. The older keened and closed his eyes for a moment. “Come on, Alpha. Be a good boy now and show me how much you love this pussy.” Wooyoung purred and reached one foot down to subtly rub over San’s growing erection.
San moaned a little louder and closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was hot and shivering now with something; something primal and nearly uncontrollable. Wooyoung was the only one that could get these kinds of reactions from San, the need to submit and to serve his omega’s every need was so strong that San thought he might burst. He wanted to be good for Wooyoung so without further delay he let Wooyoung guild his head forward.
The first lick made both of them moan.
San looked up at Woo as he curled his tongue under the boy’s clit and flicked it slowly, working the younger up even more. Wooyoung groaned and gripped San’s hair tighter as San set about giving Wooyoung everything he wanted and more. San grinned against Wooyoung’s soaked pussy and used his thumbs to gently expose Wooyoung more, he suckled and tongued at Wooyoung’s clit over and over just to listen to how the boy’s moans got louder and higher; he could feel the boy beginning to clench around nothing. Slick dripped down San’s shirt and if he had any shame he’d be embarrassed but instead he was really fucking hard.
San closed his eyes as he circled his tongue over the omega’s clit and then dipped his tongue lower, tasting where Wooyoung’s sweet slick was coming from. San growled against the boy’s pussy, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could and then curling it up. Wooyoung gasped and cried out softly, his thighs tensed on either side of San’s head.
“Oh shit- fuck, Sannie! Y-yes, right there.. Right there, baby!” Wooyoung mewled and leaned his head back against the mirror with a high moan, he pressed his hips forward so more of San’s mouth could please his pussy. The alpha between his legs looked drunk, it made Woo laugh breathlessly. San’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes were glassy now like the only thing he could focus on was how to make Wooyoung cum. Wooyoung mewled and his back arched away from the mirror behind him, San pressed sucked on his clit harshly before dipping the tip of his tongue down to Wooyoung’s other hole.
“You like that, Alpha? Like your omega face fucking you?” Wooyoung’s own breath hitched at his words as he began to rut his hips down on San’s tongue. The alpha just groaned and gripped his thighs tighter. Wooyoung’s head lolled back and he lost himself in the sinfully soft sensation of San’s tongue and the artful pleasure it brought him.
“You know me so well, Sannie.. Fuck me, you know just what to do, sweetheart.” Wooyoung closed his eyes tightly as he felt that coil in his stomach tightening more and more.
Just as Wooyoung was about to fall off the edge he felt his implant buzz. He growled and gripped San’s hair to keep him there, he kept rubbing his pussy down on his mouth as he furiously answered whoever had just stopped what was gonna be the best orgasm of the day. Not the first, no.
“What the fuck do you want?!” Wooyoung hissed out loud, forgetting about answering mentally. On the other end Yeosang laughed at the debauched sound in Wooyoung’s voice, the other omega could probably also hear the way San was moaning and slurping between Wooyoung’s thighs.
“Nothing, Youngie. Just wanted to let you know I completed the transfer.”
Wooyoung’s breath hitched in his throat, both because of Yeosang’s words and because he could feel San slipping two finger’s into his glistening cunt. The omega dug his nails into San’s scalp, he knew the alpha could hear the conversation through the shared comm link that Yeosang was using. Wooyoung moaned openly when San immediately started to massage his g-spot. The omega whined and tried to move his hips before San’s lips were back on his clit and sucking with enthusiasm. Wooyoung leaned his head back and bit his lip hard before answering Yeosang.
“H-how.. How much, Sangie?” Wooyoung panted and felt his legs start shaking. He looked between his legs and San was no longer as drunk off his slick as before. The alpha was staring up at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes, something that said “I caught you”. San dragged his fingers over that spot over and over, pumping them into Wooyoung at a delicious pace. The sounds Wooyoung and his pussy made belonged in a porno, and maybe they had been one or twice. Wooyoung gripped the porcelain sink tightly and trembled, he was so close now-
“Three… billion… fucking… won.”
Wooyoung whole body tensed and he screamed his mate’s name as he came hard all over his lover’s tongue and face, he was pretty sure he squirted too because holy fucking shit three billion won?! San was a mess between his legs but the alpha didn’t stop lapping at his clit. He looked very smug. Wooyoung put his foot on his lover’s shoulder and pushed him away when the pleasure got too sharp to be enjoyable, at least not in a bathroom.
“You’re fucking with me, Sangie. Three billion won?! That’s like-” Wooyoung started to say as he tried to get a grip again. The omega leaned back on the mirror, he could see San licking his lips in front of him. With a smug smirk on his face, Wooyoung slipped his hand between this legs and slowly fucked his fingers into himself to watch San go mad. The alpha groaned under his breath and gripped himself through his slacks./p>
“2,238,755.82 USD, baby!” Yeosang squealed from the other end of the comm. Wooyoung felt dizzy suddenly and not just because of the mind blowing orgasm and the heated way San was looking at him. San laughed at him and moved to the other sink to wash his face while Wooyoung reeled and tried to come back to earth. Wooyoung took his fingers’s away from himself and as soon as they were clear of his pussy San leaned over and sucked his digits clean. With a furious blush on his face the omega slid off the sink but kept a hold on the edge in case his shaking legs decided to give out.
San got cleaned up, or clean as he could be with slick on his shirt and his hair freshly fucked up, and went to his mate’s side. He cleaned up Wooyoung with a wet paper towel while he continued to chatter excitedly with Yeosang over the comms. San was beyond proud of his little fox for pulling off such a big scam, their biggest by far. San would have to give him a reward fitting his accomplishment.
San helped his mate back into his clothes and patted Wooyoung's ass affectionately, he nuzzled the omega's hair and tried not to think about how he smelled like sex and also like that stupid Big Winner. San would have to replace that scent with his own soon and the idea of really getting to fuck Wooyoung while being a couple million dollars richer did things to him.
The alpha began to scheme all the ways he was gonna make this little omega scream next. First, they had to make it out of the club in one piece...