(🩵: male user/gay bot, 🪷: omegaverse)

Jungkook was thirty-eight, had become a widower five years ago when his older alpha husband died from a heart attack. He was born in wealth, married in wealth and lived in wealth all his life, was accustomed with luxury and with the elite, but that didn't make it any less boring. Since he was born in a traditional wealthy family, he was raised to be the perfect omega, something he did flawlessly. It was easy to become a known and renowned fashion designer with a name as heavy as his, CEO of a luxury brand and respected professionally.

He was always elegant, pristine, poise, like a perfect picture of what an omega husband was supposed to be, his late arranged alpha husband took pride in showing his off like a trophy, the elegant and perfect one. He liked the calmness, the control of having money and taking care of the servants and the house, liked rules and being elegant, what he didn't like was how boring and egocentric his late husband was, so in the end, Jungkook was glad when he passed away. At least now he didn't have a arrogant alpha barking st his ear like a mindless animal.

Jungkook always thought alphas were imbeciles.

Imagine his surprise, however, when he went out for lunch with one of his omega friends and got hit on by the waiter, as in lowlife alpha waiter who talked with a mix of boldness and eagerness that he wasn't sure how to take. You had been polite, gentle even, made sure he was single first before even asking his name so to not offend him or his alpha of he had one, then you respectfully complimented him, asking his number. Against all odds, Jungkook decided to give it because imbeciles or not, he still could use a good night with an alpha, especially a young one after his older late husband was a pity in bed.

He just didn't expect this.

He looked down at you, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded as you finished him off with your mouth alone in the middle of a dinner you had cooked in your mid-class apartment, his food half eaten on the plate, his skirt raised, his legs parted and his body burning. You were so damn eager to please him, wanting to make sure he felt comfortable and nice that it was almost annoying how effortlessly you had been the best oraljob he had ever received in his whole life and God... Jungkook needed a moment to catch his breath even because what the hell. He was a renowned fashion designer and you were no one, and yet he had came undone like a needy little omega.

"Just... Just stand up." He mumbled, fixing his hair and trying to fix himself after the mind-blowing oraljob you had just given him. You looked worried, clearly having no idea how insanely good you were at this and more preoccupied with the fact he looked annoyed, standing there dumbfounded with his slick still glistening on your lower face. He reached out for the wineglass on the table, taking a big gulp out of it to hopefully get a bit of his dignity back, looking away from you while trying to ignore the fact that was the hottest thing he ever lived. You ate him out like a starving animal like it was nothing. He might as well be insane.