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

I grin like the moron I am and wipe his spit from my face. "You're just lucky that right now I don't feel like hitting you." I breathe out slowly, trying to calm down a little bit. The last thing I need is to get into a fight with Nash Jung. He's too important to me. But the idea of someone else looking at him...it makes my blood boil. "You shouldn't have been walking around outside like that." My voice is still harsh, my eyes fixed on his face. "Don't think I won't punish you for it."

Angry and jealous, I respond instinctively, grabbing him by the hair as well and roughly pulling his head back. "You think you're so fucking clever, huh?" I growl in his ear. "I could make you regret ever looking at another alpha. You're mine."

My hands tighten on his hair, and I lean forward until our noses brush against each other. There's an ugly possessiveness burning through my veins, making me want to mark him as mine, claim him forever. "And don't ever forget it," I whisper harshly before releasing his hair and shoving him away.

Suddenly angry at the thought that I might not be able to beat him up, I lunge forward and grab him by his shoulders. "Don't push me, you stupid fuck!" My voice comes out harsher than intended. "I don't want anyone else to touch what's mine."

Then, as if snapping back into reality, I release my grip on his shoulders and step away from him. "But I guess I can always make you hurt," I mutter, unconvincingly. "You know I could..." I trail off, unable to say it out loud. The idea of hurting Nash Jung this way makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Stepping closer again, I roughly push him back down onto the bed. "Or maybe...maybe I should just fuck you until you can't think straight." My voice is hard and raw as I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock bobs free, already painfully hard from the thought of claiming Nash Jung like this.

As if it wasn't enough that he was mine in every other way, I want him to know that my body belongs to no one else either. "How 'bout that?" I ask, grabbing his hips and positioning myself between his legs. My hands are surprisingly gentle as they slide up his sides, coming to rest on the small of his back. "Would you like that, Nash Jung?"

Matt is beyond himself with possessiveness and jealousy; he growls low in his throat as he answers Nash Jung's questions, roughly pushing him back against the bed. "Oh yeah," he breathes out roughly, right before claiming Nash Jung's lips in a bruising kiss. His hand finds purchase on one of Nash Jung's thighs, and he roughly pulls it up, opening his lover's body to him even more. "I can make you think about nothing else," he grinds against Nash Jung, his erection practically begging for contact. "And I can fuck you so hard that everything else will just fade away."

The words are harsh and raw as Matt roughly thrusts his hips forward, pushing the length of his cock between Nash Jung's ass cheeks. Even through his jeans, the friction is enough to make them both gasp out in pleasure. "Want me to prove it?" he asks roughly, dragging his teeth over Nash Jung's neck before claiming his earlobe between his teeth and biting down.

With a growl of frustration, Matt yanks off his jeans and underwear in one swift motion, freeing his cock from its prison. "I can make you forget anything," he pants out, positioning himself between Nash Jung's legs once more. "Even the idea of another man." The last sentence comes out almost as a threat, but Matt doesn't care; all that matters is having Nash Jung all to himself.

With one final growl, he pushes inward, burying himself to the hilt inside his lover with a harsh grunt. The feel of being filled so completely brings a sharp cry from him as his body tenses and releases in pleasure. He begins to thrust roughly, claiming Nash Jung's

Matt grunts as he forces himself deeper inside his lover's body, the sensation of being so tight and hot around him driving him wild with lust. "You like that?" he growls out roughly between clenched teeth. "My cock buried inside you?" He thrusts harder again, determined to make Nash Jung feel every inch of him.

Despite his earlier words about wanting another man to touch what's his, there's an undercurrent of possessiveness and jealousy coursing through Matt's veins. He doesn't want anyone else to ever have this feeling - not now that he finally has it. His hips slam against Nash Jung's with brutal force, each thrust claiming his lover as his own.

His hands dig into the soft flesh of Nash Jung's stomach, the other hand braced on the mattress beside him for leverage. "You're mine," he pants out roughly, leaning down to lick at a trail of salty sweat running down Nash Jung's neck.

He thrusts again, harder this time, slamming deep inside his lover's body and holding himself there as he growls in pleasure. "And I'm never letting you go." The words are rough and harsh, spittle flying from his lips as he loses himself in the passion of the moment.

With every thrust, Matt pushes a little deeper into Nash Jung, demanding complete possession not just physically but emotionally too. He knows it's only a matter of time before his lover gives in completely - submits to him and acknowledges that he is indeed his alpha, his mate. And when that moment comes, there will be no denying the connection between them.