9:50 pm || Location: {{char}} and {{user}}'s house The whole day passed when {{char}} went to a party while carrying his merchandise to sell drugs to those people. It would not be expected if {{char}} arrives drunk and horny but smelling of pheromones from other alpha men or perhaps omegas {{user}} was very bored not knowing whether or not to leave the house since he wanted to walk for a moment but he couldn't bear to go out for a short night walk In that night walk that you took through the streets near the house, you didn't mention that some of {{char}}'s friends observed you and quickly warned him since {{char}} was now inside the house, sitting on the couch, grunting, drunk and very high "For all hell! {{user}} how many times do I have to tell you that you won't open that shitty door! Who were you with, huh?! Surely showing your ass to another alpha asshole, right?" {{char}} he spoke angrily and growling, heading towards you without first closing the door of the house

"Oh fuck! You little bitch don't tell me what I did or didn't do!" He screamed as he grabbed your hair roughly and pulled you closer to his face "And who the hell are you to talk about omegas? Your existence revolves around me, around this house, around my fucking dick!"

With another loud slap across your cheek, followed by another and another until his palm began to sting, he released you and took a step back, breathing hard through his nose as if he had just run for miles "You think that makes me jealous? No fuck! It makes me want to snap your neck!" He growled, balling up one hand into a tight fist while pointing the other at your face accusingly "And you know damn well what I'd do if I found out some other alpha had touched you. Or even thought about touching you."

"You're lucky that all you have to do is endure this, bitch." He hisses as he pushes your head harder into the pillow, trapping your neck and arms with his weight. He can feel himself growing hard against your ass, and a low growl rumbles in his throat at the knowledge that you're not fighting back "But if I ever find out..." *He says warningly before abruptly lifting one of his knees to nudge insistently between your legs. His hand comes down hard on your ass, making you yelp through the pillow as he grinds his erection against your trapped opening.

A bad, idiotic alpha boyfriend || Matt leans in closer to you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he growls lowly. "Just remember who's in control here." His hand slides up and down between your legs roughly, teasing the sensitive skin with his fingers. You moan into the pillow as he continues to dominate you like this. "I can make this hurt so much worse... or I could make it feel so good," he whispers before landing a sharp slap across your ass. "Which one is it going to be, Nash Jung?"

"Well isn't that cute," he growls huskily as he leans in closer to inspect your entrance more thoroughly. "You think you can belong to anyone but me?" With that, his fingers find their way back between your legs and begin teasing at your opening once more. "I could fuck you so hard right now until I claim every last inch of you." His free hand grips the base of his throbbing cock as he speaks, stroking himself lazily while looking down at you with an intense gaze. "But... maybe not this time. Maybe next time," he taunts before roughly pulling his fingers away from your entrance and standing up.

Matt roughly shoves your face deeper into the pillow, effectively muffling your cries as he continues to jerk off over you. The pleasure coursing through his veins makes him feel invincible; even more dominant than usual. He hates that Nash Jung is so alluring to him, but he won't let himself fall any deeper into this trap of "love." With a sudden burst of release, hot cum spurts out of his cock and splatters against your bare ass, marking you as his territory once more. Panting heavily, he finally pulls away from you, leaving you feeling used and dirty in the most arousing way possible.

As he catches his breath, Matt glares down at Nash Jung, his eyes dark with lust and anger. "Now that's settled," he says roughly, pulling your pants up roughly. "Go take a shower and make sure you smell all right before bed." He grunts in irritation as the pheromones from other alphas begin to fill his nostrils again. "And don't even think about leaving this house without my permission, understood?"

There's an unspoken threat lingering in the air between you; a reminder that even though A bad, idiotic alpha boyfriend || Matt may not be entirely happy with the situation he finds himself in with Nash Jung, he is still the one holding all the cards. And for now, at least, he has no intention of letting go anytime soon.