Alpha Culinary Love

Yura's hands slid up to Jiyeon's shoulders, pulling her closer as their lips moved together in a heated, tender dance. Jiyeon's hand found its way to Yura's neck, her thumb stroking the delicate skin just below her ear, sending shivers through Yura's body. The warmth of their kiss deepened, and Jiyeon's breath became ragged, the hunger for Yura building like a fire igniting within her. It was a dangerous game how easily they could lose themselves in each other, but neither cared.

Yura, always the one to keep control, was losing it. Her fingers tightened around Jiyeon's shoulders, nails slightly digging into her skin as if grounding herself from the intensity of the moment. Jiyeon felt it too the pull between them, the irresistible need to close every possible inch between their bodies. She responded by gripping Yura's waist and tugging her even closer, practically lifting her from the chair into Jiyeon's lap.

Yura let out a small gasp of surprise, quickly swallowed by Jiyeon's lips. Her usually cool, indifferent mask was gone, replaced by an expression of pure, unfiltered desire. Jiyeon smirked against her lips, proud of herself for unraveling Yura's carefully crafted façade.

"You think you're in charge?" Yura murmured against Jiyeon's mouth, her voice breathless but sharp. There was still that edge of control, the familiar cold CEO lurking beneath her fiery exterior.

Jiyeon broke the kiss for a second, grinning. "In this? Absolutely." She leaned in, pressing another kiss to Yura's jaw, trailing lower toward her neck. "But I'm not opposed to a takeover, CEO."

Yura's eyes darkened at the challenge, and suddenly she pushed Jiyeon backward, flipping their positions so quickly it left Jiyeon blinking in surprise. Yura was on top of her now, her hands pressed firmly against Jiyeon's chest, holding her down.

"Oh, you think you can handle a takeover?" Yura's voice dripped with amusement and something else something dangerous. Her lips hovered just inches from Jiyeon's, taunting, teasing. Jiyeon could feel Yura's breath against her skin, feel the tension building to a crescendo between them.

Jiyeon's heart raced. "You've been underestimating me this whole time, babe," she whispered, eyes half-lidded but full of fire. "Do your worst."

Yura smirked, but before she could respond, she claimed Jiyeon's lips again in a bruising kiss. This time, it wasn't gentle or slow it was a battle for dominance, each of them pushing, pulling, fighting for control. Yura's hands slid down Jiyeon's sides, gripping her waist with enough force that Jiyeon felt her own pulse quicken.

And then Jiyeon, always the trickster, flipped them again, pinning Yura beneath her. Yura let out a huff of frustration, but it was laced with amusement.

"You—" Yura started to say, but Jiyeon kissed her again, effectively cutting off any further complaint. The kiss was softer now, more tender, but the intensity was still there. They stayed like that for what felt like forever kissing, teasing, and losing themselves in the moment. Jiyeon's hands roamed up Yura's back, tracing patterns into her skin as Yura's fingers tangled in Jiyeon's hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

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Jiyeon broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, resting her forehead against Yura's. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Jiyeon whispered, her voice low and serious now. "Even when you're bossing me around and being a cold-hearted CEO."

Yura snorted, but her eyes softened. "And you're insufferable."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Jiyeon shot back, pressing a kiss to Yura's cheek before pulling back slightly. "I'm pretty sure you're stuck with me now."

Yura smiled—an actual smile, the kind she rarely showed anyone. It was soft, genuine, and it made Jiyeon's heart skip a beat. "I wouldn't have it any other way," Yura murmured, pulling Jiyeon down into another kiss, this one slow and full of unspoken promises.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Yura reached beside her chair and grabbed something that had been hidden in the corner of the room. Jiyeon, still catching her breath, raised an eyebrow.

"What's this?" Jiyeon asked, eyeing the small, sleek box in Yura's hands.

Yura straightened up, her CEO demeanor slipping back into place, though there was still a softness in her eyes. She handed Jiyeon the box without a word, watching her intently as Jiyeon took it into her hands.

Jiyeon looked at Yura, puzzled, before she opened the box carefully. Inside was a watch sleek, elegant, and expensive, of course. It had a minimalistic design, with a subtle engraving on the back that read,

Time stops when I'm with you.

Jiyeon blinked, her throat tightening. "Yura… this is—"

Yura cut her off, her tone casual but her eyes betraying a depth of emotion. "I thought it would suit you," she said, shrugging a little as if she wasn't fully invested in Jiyeon's reaction, even though Jiyeon knew better.

"You're ridiculous," Jiyeon said, shaking her head with a small laugh. "You give me this beautiful, expensive watch, and you expect me to keep it together?"

Yura smirked. "Well, you did give me those cufflinks and earrings this morning. I had to up my game."

Jiyeon chuckled, her heart full as she stared at the watch. "I don't need expensive gifts, you know."

"I know," Yura said, her voice quiet. "But… I wanted to. For you. For us."

Jiyeon felt a warmth blooming in her chest, a feeling she only ever had around Yura. She knew the cold, business-like CEO was a front that Yura wore like armor, but in these moments, she was able to see through it. She leaned down, brushing her lips softly against Yura's, letting the kiss linger, gentle and full of affection. "I don't deserve you," Jiyeon whispered against her lips, her voice barely audible.

Yura smiled, a small, genuine thing that she reserved only for Jiyeon. "You deserve more than me," she murmured back before pulling away slightly, eyes glinting mischievously. "Now, are you going to stand here all night looking at me like a love-struck fool, or are we going to head home and… finish what we started?"

Jiyeon's eyes widened slightly at Yura's boldness, but her lips curled into a playful smirk. "Oh, we're finishing this, alright."

They arrived back at the mansion just as the moonlight poured through the wide glass windows, casting a silver glow over the grand interior. The air between them crackled with anticipation, their pheromones kept tightly under control by the small, adhesive patches they wore on their necks, covering the glands. Jiyeon could already feel her own instincts prickling beneath the surface, her vanilla-scented alpha pheromones pushing at the edges of her control, begging to be released.

The moment they stepped inside the house, the tension between them surged to the forefront. Yura turned toward Jiyeon, her eyes dark with desire, and without a word, she reached up, peeling off the patch from her neck. The strawberry scent of her omega pheromones filled the space almost instantly, sweet and intoxicating, like fresh berries in the summer.

Jiyeon inhaled sharply, feeling her alpha instincts roar to life. "Yura…" she murmured, her voice low and rough, her own hand reaching up to pull off the patch that covered her alpha glands. The second she did, the warm, rich scent of vanilla flooded the room, blending with Yura's scent in a way that felt electric.

Yura's eyes fluttered for a moment, the effect of Jiyeon's pheromones hitting her hard, making her knees weak. "You smell so good," she whispered, stepping closer until she was pressed up against Jiyeon's chest. "I love it when you let it out like this."

Jiyeon's hands found Yura's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against one another. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You're making it hard to stay in control, Yura."

Yura's lips curled into a smirk, teasingly running her hands over Jiyeon's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "Who said I wanted you in control?"

That was all it took.

Jiyeon growled softly, her lips crashing against Yura's with a fervor that sent shockwaves through both of them. The kiss was hungry, needy, their pheromones swirling around them like a heady cloud, heightening every touch, every sensation. Yura moaned softly into Jiyeon's mouth, the sound sending a thrill down Jiyeon's spine as she deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down to grip Yura's hips.

Yura's fingers tangled in Jiyeon's hair, pulling her closer, as if she couldn't get enough. Her breath hitched as Jiyeon's lips trailed from her mouth down to her neck, pressing heated kisses against her skin. The sweet scent of strawberries grew stronger, thickening the air as Yura's omega instincts responded to Jiyeon's dominance. She tilted her head back, giving Jiyeon better access as her body trembled with anticipation.

"Jiyeon…" Yura breathed, her voice shaky as she clutched at Jiyeon's shoulders. "I need you."

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The words ignited something primal in Jiyeon. She growled again, the sound low and guttural, as she lifted Yura effortlessly, carrying her up the stairs toward the bedroom. Yura clung to her, their kisses never breaking, the taste of each other's lips intoxicating, as if they were drunk on each other's presence.

Once in the bedroom, Jiyeon set Yura down gently on the bed, her eyes burning with desire as she hovered over her. Yura's cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as she reached up to pull Jiyeon down to her. "Don't make me wait," Yura whispered, her voice breathless but commanding.

Jiyeon leaned down, her lips brushing against Yura's ear. "Never."

The kiss that followed was slow, deliberate, and full of passion. Jiyeon's hands roamed over Yura's body, her touch gentle but firm as she explored every inch of her. Yura's fingers dug into Jiyeon's back, pulling her closer as their bodies moved in sync, the heat between them growing with each passing second.

The scent of vanilla and strawberries filled the room, thick and heady, as their pheromones intertwined, pulling them deeper into the moment. Jiyeon's control wavered, her alpha instincts screaming at her to claim, to protect, to love.

Yura's body responded to every touch, every kiss, her omega instincts kicking in as she surrendered herself fully to Jiyeon. She let out a soft whimper, her body arching into Jiyeon's as the heat between them became unbearable.

"Jiyeon…" Yura whispered again, her voice breaking as she pulled Jiyeon closer, needing more, needing everything.

Jiyeon kissed her again, softer this time, as if savoring the moment, her hands cradling Yura's face with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of the moment. "I love you," she whispered against Yura's lips, the words filled with all the emotion she had been holding back.

Yura's eyes softened, her heart swelling at Jiyeon's words. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice full of warmth and affection. "More than anything."

The night stretched on, filled with whispers, kisses, and the quiet hum of their love. Time seemed to stop as they gave themselves fully to each other, their pheromones mixing and mingling until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.