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"Hyung," Jungkook murmured, voice dripping with honeyed innocence, fingers trailing along the edge of Taehyung's sweater sleeve.
"You're always so warm."
Taehyung blinked, slow and drowsy, curled into the plush armchair of Jungkook's apartment like he belonged there—and maybe he did, by now. The alpha scent clinging to the cushions was familiar, comforting, and Taehyung nuzzled absently against the fabric, oblivious to the way Jungkook's gaze darkened at the motion.
"Mm," Taehyung hummed, lips quirking into a lazy smile. "S'nice here."
It had started like this: casual touches, shared spaces, Jungkook offering his couch when Taehyung complained about his own apartment's broken heater. Then it was dinners, then late nights, then Taehyung falling asleep against Jungkook’s shoulder, trusting and pliant, never questioning why Jungkook’s fingers always found their way under his shirt, tracing idle circles over his ribs.
Jungkook shifted closer now, breath ghosting over Taehyung’s ear.
"You should stay over," he said, casual, like it wasn’t the fifth time this week. "It’s cold out."
Taehyung yawned, stretching his arms above his head, the hem of his sweater riding up just enough to expose a sliver of his soft stomach. Jungkook's fingers twitched where they rested on the armrest, his gaze lingering a second too long before flicking back up to Taehyung's face.
"M'not even tired," Taehyung lied, rubbing at his eyes, though his eyelids were already heavy. Jungkook smirked, just a quick, fleeting thing, before schooling his expression back into something gentle, concerned.
"You look exhausted, hyung," Jungkook murmured, shifting closer still, his thigh pressing warm against Taehyung's. His hand slid from the armrest to the curve of Taehyung's waist, thumb brushing absent circles through the fabric.
"Just lie down for a bit. I'll make you tea."
Taehyung hesitated, but Jungkook was already moving, standing with a fluid grace that made it impossible to protest. He returned moments later with a steaming mug, the scent of chamomile curling between them.
"Here," he said, pressing it into Taehyung's hands, fingers lingering just a little too long around his.
Taehyung took a sip, sighing as the warmth spread through him, his body sinking further into the cushions. Jungkook watched, predatory, as Taehyung's lashes fluttered, the tea laced with something subtle—something Taehyung wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
"You're too good to me," Taehyung slurred, blinking up at Jungkook with a hazy, trusting smile. Jungkook cupped his cheek, thumb brushing the swell of his bottom lip.
"I like taking care of you," Jungkook murmured, voice low, fingers trailing down Taehyung’s neck to the first button of his sweater. He undid it slowly, watching Taehyung’s breath hitch.
"You’re so pretty like this, hyung. All soft for me."
Taehyung hummed, pliant under Jungkook’s touch, his mind foggy with warmth and something else, something sweet and heavy. Jungkook’s fingers dipped beneath the fabric, grazing over the swell of Taehyung’s chest, his thumb brushing a nipple—slow, teasing. Taehyung gasped, back arching instinctively into the touch, but Jungkook just chuckled, low and pleased.
"See? You are tired. Let me help."
Taehyung's breath hitched when Jungkook's fingers curled around the hem of his sweater, tugging it up just enough to expose the delicate curve of his ribs. The tea had left his limbs loose and pliant, his thoughts syrupy slow—too slow to question why Jungkook’s touch lingered so long, why his palms burned against Taehyung’s skin like brands.
"J-Jungkook-ah," he mumbled, but the protest was weak, slurred at the edges. Jungkook shushed him softly, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
"Shh, hyung. Just relax."
His voice was velvet-wrapped steel, the command masked as concern. Taehyung shuddered when Jungkook’s fingers traced higher, skimming the sensitive underside of his breast, teasing the peaked bud of his nipple. A whimper escaped Taehyung’s throat, high and breathless, and Jungkook’s answering grin was all teeth.
"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, pinching lightly, relishing the way Taehyung’s hips jerked.
"Does it feel good?"
Taehyung nodded dumbly, his lashes fluttering as Jungkook’s other hand slid down his stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The alpha scent thickened around them, cloying and possessive, and Taehyung’s cunt ached with it, wetness already soaking his underwear. Jungkook inhaled sharply at the scent, his fingers pressing harder against Taehyung’s nipple.
"Look at you," he breathed, twisting the nub until Taehyung keened.
"So wet for me already. You want this, don’t you?"
It wasn’t a question. Taehyung’s body answered for him, his thighs parting instinctively, his hips rolling into Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook chuckled, dark and pleased, and finally—finally—his fingers found Taehyung’s clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. Taehyung sobbed, his back arching off the cushions, his fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair.
"P-please—"
Jungkook's fingers curled tighter in Taehyung's hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp.
"Please what, hyung?" he murmured, his lips grazing the flushed shell of Taehyung's ear. His other hand didn't stop its slow, maddening circles around Taehyung's clit, pressing just shy of where he needed it most.
"Use your words," Taehyung whimpered, hips jerking pathetically, but Jungkook tutted, pulling back slightly.
"Ah-ah. You have to ask properly."
Taehyung's mind was syrup-thick, the tea's drowsy weight and Jungkook's alpha scent wrapping around him like a vice. He barely registered the way Jungkook's knee nudged between his thighs, spreading him wider.
"P-please," he slurred, voice cracking.
"I want—I want you to touch me."
Jungkook's breath hitched, fingers tightening momentarily on Taehyung's clit before he deliberately lightened his touch again, dragging a whine from Taehyung's throat.
"Good girl," Jungkook purred, finally sliding a finger down to stroke Taehyung's soaked entrance.
He didn't push in; he just traced the swollen lips, smearing slick across them. Taehyung's thighs trembled, his breath coming in shallow pants.
"Look at you," Jungkook murmured, thumb rubbing lazy circles over Taehyung's clit again.
"So wet just from me playing with your tits. You really are desperate, huh?" Taehyung nodded frantically, his hips rolling uselessly against Jungkook's hand.
With a low chuckle, Jungkook finally pushed a finger inside, crooking it just right, and Taehyung's back arched off the cushions with a broken cry.
"There you go," Jungkook coaxed, adding a second finger without warning, stretching Taehyung deliciously.
"Take it. You can handle more, can't you?" Taehyung's nails dug into Jungkook's forearm, his thighs shaking, but he nodded anyway—always so eager to please, even when his mind was too foggy to realize he was being played.
Jungkook twisted his fingers, dragging them along Taehyung's inner walls until he found that sweet spot, rubbing relentlessly. Taehyung's breath hitched, his hips jerking erratically, but Jungkook pinned him down with his free hand, keeping him still.
"No, no—you don't get to come yet," he murmured, though his own breathing was uneven, pupils blown wide. He slowed his fingers to a torturous pace, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in shallowly, just enough to tease.
"You're going to wait for me."
Taehyung whined, high and desperate, his cunt clenching around nothing when Jungkook pulled his fingers out entirely. Jungkook smirked, bringing his slick-coated fingers to Taehyung's lips.
"Clean them," he ordered, voice dropping into something darker.
Taehyung obeyed without hesitation, tongue darting out to lick the mess from Jungkook's fingers, his cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal. Jungkook watched, rapt, as Taehyung sucked his fingers clean, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
"Good girl," Jungkook praised, thumb brushing Taehyung's swollen lower lip.
Then, without warning, he yanked Taehyung forward by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach with a rough shove. Taehyung gasped, knees sinking into the cushions, his sweater rucked up to expose the dip of his spine. Jungkook palmed the curve of his ass through the sweatpants, squeezing hard enough to make Taehyung whimper.
"Always so obedient," Jungkook mused, hooking his fingers into the waistband. "But I think you can do better than this, can't you?"
The sweatpants were yanked down in one sharp motion, the cool air hitting Taehyung's bare thighs as Jungkook spread him open, exposing his dripping cunt to the room. Taehyung buried his face in the cushions, trembling, but Jungkook gripped his hair, forcing his head up.
"None of that," he chided, voice dangerously soft.
"I want to see your face when you come."
His free hand traced Taehyung's folds, gathering slick on his fingers before pressing two back inside without warning. Taehyung cried out, his back bowing, but Jungkook held him down, fingers pistoning ruthlessly.
"Tighter than I thought," he remarked, twisting his wrist.
"You've been thinking about this, hyung? Dreaming about my fingers fucking you open?"
Taehyung couldn't answer, let alone think, not with Jungkook's fingers curling just right, his palm grinding against Taehyung's clit with every thrust. His thighs shook violently, and his moans pitched high and desperate. Jungkook leaned over him, biting the nape of his neck, the sharp sting making Taehyung jerk.
"Gonna come," Jungkook murmured against his skin, fingers speeding up.
"Gonna come all over my hand like the needy little omega you are."
His teeth sank deeper, a claiming bite just shy of breaking skin, and Taehyung shattered, his cunt clamping down around Jungkook's fingers as he sobbed into the cushions.
Jungkook didn't let up, fucking him through the oversensitivity until Taehyung was writhing, tears streaking his cheeks. Only then did he withdraw, wiping his fingers on Taehyung's thigh with a satisfied hum.
"Beautiful," he murmured, turning Taehyung onto his back with unsettling gentleness.
His gaze raked over Taehyung's flushed chest, his swollen nipples, and without warning, he bent down, latching onto one with a hungry groan. Taehyung yelped, arching into the wet heat, but Jungkook sucked harder, tongue flicking the peak until Taehyung whimpered.
"Tastes even better than I imagined," Jungkook breathed, switching to the other nipple, biting just shy of painful.
Taehyung's breath hitched when Jungkook's teeth grazed his nipple again—sharp, deliberate—before the younger man's tongue soothed the sting with slow, wet laps. His hands fluttered uselessly at his sides, caught between pushing Jungkook away and pulling him closer, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Jungkook smirked against his skin, sensing the conflict, and sucked harder, drawing a broken moan from Taehyung's throat.
"J-Jungkook—" he gasped, fingers tangling in the alpha's hair, but Jungkook ignored him, mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Taehyung's quivering stomach.
The first flick of Jungkook's tongue against Taehyung's clit had him jerking violently, his hips lifting off the cushions with a startled cry. Jungkook's hands clamped down on his thighs, pinning him in place as he licked a slow, filthy stripe through Taehyung's folds, savoring the taste.
"Fuck," Jungkook breathed, nuzzling against Taehyung's cunt like it was something precious.
"You’re *dripping*, hyung." Taehyung whimpered, his face burning, but Jungkook didn’t give him time to protest before his tongue was plunging inside, fucking into him with ruthless precision.
Taehyung's back arched off the couch, his fingers scrabbling for purchase in Jungkook's hair as the alpha ate him out with single-minded focus. Jungkook's nose pressed against his clit with every thrust, the dual stimulation making Taehyung's vision blur. He could feel the way Jungkook moaned against him, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, and it was too much
"Kook, I—I can’t—" Taehyung sobbed, his thighs trembling around Jungkook's head, but the alpha just growled, gripping his hips tighter and redoubling his efforts.
Jungkook's tongue curled inside him, dragging along that sweet spot until Taehyung's thighs locked around his shoulders, his entire body seizing as another orgasm ripped through him. Jungkook didn’t let up, licking him through it until Taehyung was squirming, oversensitive and gasping, his cunt pulsing around nothing. Only then did Jungkook pull back, lips glistening with Taehyung's slick, his breathing ragged.
"Look at you," he murmured, crawling back up Taehyung's body to nip at his jaw. "Two orgasms and I haven’t even fucked you yet."
Taehyung's head lolled back against the cushions, his chest rising and falling in uneven hitches as Jungkook loomed over him, his dark eyes glittering with something dangerously close to triumph. The alpha's fingers traced idle patterns down Taehyung's sweat-slicked ribs, pausing to thumb at a nipple just to watch him twitch.
"You're ruined," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Taehyung could only whimper in response, his limbs still liquid-heavy, his cunt clenching around nothing.
Jungkook's palm slid down Taehyung's stomach, fingers dipping teasingly into the crease of his thigh.
"You want more?" he asked, though the question was a formality—his cock already straining against his jeans, the scent of his arousal thick in the air. Taehyung nodded frantically, his hips lifting off the couch in silent plea, but Jungkook tutted, pressing him back down with a firm hand.
"Ah-ah. Say it properly, hyung."
Taehyung's throat worked around the words, his voice raw from crying out.
"P-please," he managed, fingers clutching at Jungkook's wrist.
"Want—want you inside."
The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cunt pulsing emptily. Jungkook's grin was all teeth as he undid his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, the tip glistening with precome. Taehyung's breath stuttered at the sight, his thighs falling open wider on instinct.
Jungkook didn't bother with foreplay this time. He lined himself up and pushed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Taehyung’s dripping cunt. Taehyung’s back arched violently, a ragged scream tearing from his throat as he was stretched impossibly wide, the stretch bordering on painful. Jungkook groaned, his hips jerking instinctively, but he forced himself still, grinding deep just to feel Taehyung’s walls flutter around him.
"Fuck," Jungkook hissed, nails biting into Taehyung’s hips. "You’re *so* tight, hyung. Like you were made for me."
Taehyung couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—just clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, his nails leaving crescent marks in the alpha’s skin. Jungkook didn’t wait for him to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Taehyung sobbed, his thighs trembling, but Jungkook only fucked into him harder, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting.
"Look at you," Jungkook panted, one hand sliding up to wrap around Taehyung’s throat, not squeezing—just holding.
"Taking me so well. You love this, don’t you? Love being fucked stupid by your dongsaeng."
Taehyung’s moan was answer enough, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s cock as if to pull him deeper. Jungkook’s thumb brushed over his pulse point, his thrusts turning sharper, more precise, angling just right to drag against Taehyung’s sweet spot with every snap of his hips. Taehyung’s toes curled, his entire body taut like a bowstring, pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
"Kook, I’m gonna—"
Jungkook cut him off with a sharp bite to his collarbone, his hips never slowing.
"Not yet," he growled against Taehyung’s skin.
"You come when I say you can."
His free hand slid between them, fingers finding Taehyung’s clit and rubbing rough, erratic circles that had Taehyung thrashing beneath him. The dual stimulation was too much—too much—but Jungkook didn’t let up, his pace relentless, his breath hot against Taehyung’s ear.
"You’re *mine*," Jungkook snarled, his voice cracking with something raw and possessive.
"Say it.”
Taehyung's lips parted around a gasping sob, his body strung tight between pleasure and overstimulation.
"Y-yours," he choked out, the words barely audible over the slick slap of Jungkook's hips against his thighs.
"All yours—" The admission spilled from him like a prayer, broken and reverent, and Jungkook groaned, his fingers tightening around Taehyung's throat just enough to make his vision blur at the edges.
"Good," Jungkook hissed, his thrusts turning punishing, the headboard rattling against the wall with every snap of his hips. His free hand abandoned Taehyung's clit to grip his waist instead, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
"Gonna come inside you," he panted, voice ragged.
"Gonna fill you up and mark you up, probably knock you up as well so everyone fucking knows that you are mine."
Taehyung whimpered, his cunt clenching around Jungkook's cock at the words, his own release coiling tighter in his gut.
Jungkook's teeth sank into the junction of Taehyung's neck and shoulder—not quite a mating bite, but close enough to make Taehyung's pulse stutter. The sharp pain blended with the pleasure until Taehyung couldn't tell where one ended and the other began, his body arching off the mattress as Jungkook fucked him through it, his rhythm stuttering.
"Now," Jungkook growled against his skin, and Taehyung shattered, his cunt fluttering around Jungkook's cock as he came with a broken cry, his vision whiting out.
Jungkook followed with a choked groan, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled deep inside Taehyung, his knot swelling just enough to lock them together. Taehyung gasped at the stretch, oversensitive and trembling, but Jungkook didn't pull away—just collapsed atop him, his breath hot against Taehyung's sweat-slicked skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the scent of sex and alpha thick in the air.
The world came back in slow, syrupy increments—the rasp of Jungkook’s breath against Taehyung’s throat, the tacky warmth of come leaking between his thighs, the dull ache of teeth marks blooming across his skin. Taehyung blinked up at the ceiling, his limbs leaden, his mind still fogged with the remnants of pleasure and whatever Jungkook had slipped into his tea. Jungkook’s weight pressed him into the mattress, the alpha’s knot still lodged inside him, and Taehyung whimpered faintly at the stretch, oversensitive and raw.
Jungkook nuzzled into the curve of Taehyung’s neck, lips brushing the fresh bite mark with something suspiciously like pride.
“You did so well, hyung,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction.
His fingers traced idle patterns down Taehyung’s ribs, pausing to pinch a nipple just to feel him twitch. Taehyung gasped, his body arching instinctively, but Jungkook shushed him, catching his wrists and pinning them above his head with a single, effortless motion.
“Shh. Just let me take care of you.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched when Jungkook’s free hand slid between them, fingers prodding at his swollen clit with deliberate, teasing strokes.
“N-no more,” he slurred, thighs trembling as Jungkook rubbed slow circles, coaxing another broken whine from his throat. “Jungkook, please—”
Jungkook chuckled, dark and pleased, his fingers never stopping.
“You say that like you have a choice.”
His hips rolled shallowly, his knot tugging at Taehyung’s oversensitive walls, and Taehyung sobbed, his toes curling into the sheets. Jungkook watched him unravel with rapt fascination, his grip tightening around Taehyung’s wrists.
“Look at you,” he breathed, thumb rubbing rough over Taehyung’s clit.
“Still so fucking wet for me. You’d take it again if I asked, wouldn’t you?”
Taehyung’s eyelids fluttered, tears spilling down his temples as Jungkook’s fingers worked him ruthlessly, dragging him back toward the edge with terrifying ease. His body jerked weakly, but Jungkook’s weight pinned him down, the alpha’s knot still swollen inside him, trapping them together.
“P-please,” Taehyung slurred, voice wrecked, his thighs twitching around Jungkook’s hips.
“C-can’t—”
“You can,” Jungkook corrected, biting Taehyung’s earlobe sharply. His thumb circled Taehyung’s clit faster, relentless, and Taehyung’s back arched off the mattress with a choked cry.
“You will.” His voice was steel wrapped in velvet, a command disguised as reassurance.
Taehyung’s cunt pulsed around Jungkook’s knot, his body betraying him as pleasure coiled tight again, white-hot and inevitable.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk when Taehyung came with a silent scream, his body seizing, slick gushing around Jungkook’s knot. He didn’t stop—just kept rubbing Taehyung’s clit through the aftershocks, drinking in the way Taehyung sobbed, oversensitive and shaking.
“Good,” Jungkook murmured, finally releasing Taehyung’s wrists to cradle his face instead. His thumbs brushed away tears with mocking gentleness.
“See? You’re perfect like this.”
Taehyung’s chest heaved, his mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of Jungkook’s knot, the sting of his bites, the throbbing ache between his thighs. He barely registered Jungkook shifting them onto their sides, the alpha’s arms wrapping possessively around his waist. Jungkook’s nose nudged the mating gland on Taehyung’s neck, inhaling deeply, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt on Taehyung’s skin.
“Mine,” Jungkook muttered, more to himself than to Taehyung, his fingers tracing the fresh marks littering Taehyung’s collarbones. Taehyung shuddered, too spent to protest, his eyelids fluttering shut. Jungkook’s grip tightened.
“Look at me.”
Taehyung forced his eyes open, meeting Jungkook’s darkened gaze. The alpha’s expression was unreadable—somewhere between triumph and hunger—and Taehyung’s breath hitched. Jungkook’s thumb brushed his lower lip, pressing down just enough to part his lips.
“You’re never going back to that shitty apartment,” Jungkook said, matter-of-fact, as if it weren’t a suggestion but a decree.
“You’re staying here. With me.”
Taehyung blinked sluggishly, his muddled thoughts struggling to catch up.
“Wh—?”
Jungkook cut him off with a kiss, deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against Taehyung’s with possessive intent. When he pulled back, Taehyung’s lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed.
“No arguments,” Jungkook murmured, fingers carding through Taehyung’s sweat-damp hair.
“You belong to me now.”
The words should have sent panic coursing through Taehyung’s veins. Instead, a traitorous warmth pooled in his gut, his cunt clenching weakly around Jungkook’s softening knot. Jungkook smirked, feeling it, and pressed a kiss to Taehyung’s forehead.
“Sleep,” he ordered, his voice low. “You’ll need your strength.”
Taehyung wanted to ask what for, but exhaustion dragged him under before he could form the words.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains hours later, painting stripes across Taehyung’s bare shoulders. He stirred with a groan, every muscle protesting, his skin tender where Jungkook’s teeth had marked him. The bed beside him was empty, but the scent of alpha clung to the sheets, suffocating and familiar.
Footsteps padded closer, and Taehyung lifted his head just as Jungkook appeared in the doorway, shirtless, a mug of tea in hand. His gaze raked over Taehyung’s exposed body, lingering on the bruises.
“Morning, hyung,” he said, smiling sweetly, as if he hadn’t wrecked Taehyung mere hours ago.
Taehyung’s throat tightened.
The tea smelled like chamomile.
Taehyung's fingers twitched against the sheets, the scent of Jungkook's arousal still thick in the air despite the morning light. The tea steamed between Jungkook's hands—innocent, harmless—but Taehyung's stomach clenched. He remembered the sluggish weight of it last night, the way his thoughts had dissolved into syrup under Jungkook's touch.
"Drink," Jungkook murmured, perching on the edge of the bed. His thumb brushed Taehyung's lower lip—a mimicry of tenderness that didn't reach his eyes. The ceramic was warm against Taehyung's palms, but his hands shook, sloshing liquid over the rim. Jungkook's fingers tightened around his wrists, steadying them.
"Careful," he chided, too softly. "Wouldn't want you to spill."
Taehyung's throat worked. The tea smelled wrong—cloying sweetness layered beneath the chamomile. Jungkook watched him expectantly, pupils blown wide in the sunlight. Taehyung lifted the mug to his lips, pretending to sip, letting the liquid barely graze his tongue before lowering it again. Jungkook's smile sharpened.
"All of it, hyung."
A floorboard creaked downstairs. Taehyung's breath hitched—someone was here. Jungkook's head snapped toward the sound, his grip slackening for half a second. Taehyung seized the opportunity, tipping the mug sideways onto the sheets with a gasp.
"S-sorry," he stammered, watching amber seep into cotton. Jungkook's nostrils flared, but before he could react, the doorbell rang.
Jungkook stood abruptly, his chair scraping against hardwood.
"Stay," he ordered, voice dripping with false sweetness. The bedroom door clicked shut behind him.
The moment Jungkook’s footsteps faded down the stairs, Taehyung flung the soaked sheets aside, his legs nearly giving out as he stumbled to his feet. His thighs were sticky with dried slick, his cunt throbbing with every step, but he gritted his teeth and lurched toward the bedroom window. The latch resisted at first—rusted from disuse—but Taehyung wrenched it open with a grunt, the morning air biting against his bare skin.
Voices floated up from the front porch. A delivery man, maybe. Jungkook’s tone was light, practiced. Taehyung didn’t wait. He hauled himself onto the sill, hissing as the rough wood scraped his thighs, and glanced down. A dumpster sat directly below, lid half-open. Not ideal, but better than nothing.
He jumped.
The impact rattled his bones, pain lancing up his spine as he crashed into a pile of trash bags. Something sharp jabbed his hip, but Taehyung scrambled upright, vaulting over the dumpster’s edge before Jungkook could round the corner. His bare feet slapped against wet pavement as he bolted down the alley, heart hammering, the scent of rotting food clinging to his skin.
The alleyway blurred at the edges as Taehyung ran—ankles twisting on loose gravel, lungs burning with each gasping breath. His thighs chafed where slick had dried sticky against his skin, the sting grounding him through the sedative’s lingering haze. Behind him, a door slammed. Jungkook’s voice cut through the morning air, razor-sharp:
"Hyung."
Taehyung didn’t look back. He skidded around a corner, nearly colliding with a dumpster, and shoved his trembling hands into its contents. Rancid coffee grounds clung to his fingers as he dug out a discarded delivery bag—some fast-food chain’s logo half-torn—and yanked it over his hips like a makeshift skirt. The stench of old grease made his eyes water, but the fabric at least covered the evidence of Jungkook’s claim.
A trash can clattered in the distance. Taehyung ducked behind a stack of pallets, pressing a hand to his mouth to muffle his panting. Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Jungkook’s scent curled around the alley—alpha musk layered with something darker, something hungry.
"You’re not thinking clearly," Jungkook called, voice saccharine.
"Come back inside, hyung. I’ll make you breakfast."
Taehyung’s stomach lurched. Breakfast. Like this was some domestic fantasy instead of the aftermath of violation. He crouched lower, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the damp concrete. A shard of glass bit into his palm, the pain sharpening his focus.
.
The footsteps paused inches from Taehyung’s hiding spot. Jungkook’s exhale fogged in the crisp morning air as he crouched, fingertips brushing the same pallet Taehyung clung to.
"You left your phone," Jungkook murmured, tapping the device against the wood—a taunt.
"And your shoes."
Taehyung’s pulse hammered in his throat. Jungkook’s scent thickened, cloying and possessive.
"You won’t get far like this, hyung."
Taehyung pressed his bleeding palm to his thigh, the sting grounding him. The dumpster reeked of decay, masking his scent—maybe enough. Maybe—
A hand clamped around his ankle. Taehyung kicked back instinctively, his heel connecting with something solid. Jungkook grunted but didn’t let go, yanking him forward with terrifying ease. Taehyung’s back hit the pavement, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. Jungkook loomed over him, his usually soft features sharpened by shadow.
"Running?" Jungkook tutted, his thumb stroking the bite mark on Taehyung’s inner thigh.
"After last night, I thought you’d learned."
Taehyung twisted, gravel biting into his bare shoulders.
"Let go—"
Jungkook’s knee pressed between his thighs, pinning him.
"Or what?" He leaned down, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear.
"You’ll scream?" His fingers dug into Taehyung’s hip, right over a bruise.
"Go ahead. Let them see how wet you get for me."
A car door slammed nearby. Jungkook’s grip loosened—just enough. Taehyung bucked, knee jamming into Jungkook’s ribs. The alpha snarled but stumbled back, giving Taehyung half a second to scramble upright. He bolted toward the street, lungs burning.
Taehyung's bare feet slapped against wet pavement as he rounded the corner, lungs raw with the effort of each breath. The main street sprawled ahead—busy with morning foot traffic, a blur of strangers clutching coffee cups and briefcases. Salvation. He lurched forward, arms flailing for balance, but a hand snagged the back of his makeshift skirt, yanking him backward into an alleyway. The delivery bag ripped at the seams, sliding down his thighs just as Jungkook spun him around and shoved him against the brick wall.
"Fuck," Jungkook growled, his forearm pressing into Taehyung's windpipe, not enough to cut off air—just enough to make him dizzy. His free hand groped between Taehyung's legs, fingers sliding through slick with a wet sound.
"Look at this," he hissed, holding his glistening fingers up to Taehyung's face.
"You're dripping from running. Pathetic."
Taehyung's vision swam. Jungkook's scent was everywhere—cloying and thick with alpha pheromones, designed to weaken his resistance. He thrashed, but Jungkook ground his thigh against Taehyung's cunt, the rough denim sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure up his spine.
"N-no—"
Jungkook's teeth grazed his earlobe.
"Liar." He rocked his thigh harder, relentless, until Taehyung's hips stuttered forward of their own accord. A whine lodged in Taehyung's throat as Jungkook laughed, low and cruel.
"Your body knows who owns it."
Taehyung's fingers scrabbled against the damp brick, nails splintering as he tried to push Jungkook away. The alpha’s thigh ground against his clit with deliberate, punishing friction, forcing a whimper past Taehyung’s clenched teeth.
"Stop—" he gasped, but Jungkook only hummed, pressing closer until the heat of his body seared through Taehyung’s skin.
"Make me," Jungkook murmured, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
His free hand slid between them, fingers circling Taehyung’s swollen clit with mocking gentleness. Taehyung’s hips jerked forward instinctively, betraying him, and Jungkook’s grin was all teeth.
"See? Even now, you can’t help yourself."
A passerby glanced into the alley, frown deepening, but Jungkook twisted Taehyung’s wrist behind his back, hiding the struggle.
"Smile for them, hyung," he whispered, fingers tightening around Taehyung’s pulse point.
"Unless you want an audience."
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his body stiffening as the stranger hesitated. Jungkook’s thumb pressed harder against his clit, deliberate, and Taehyung choked back a moan, forcing his trembling lips into something resembling a smile. The passerby shrugged and walked on. Jungkook’s laugh was a warm puff against Taehyung’s nape.
"Good girl."
Taehyung's knees buckled as Jungkook's fingers twisted deeper, his body arching off the brick wall with a silent scream. The alpha's grip on his wrist tightened to the point of pain, keeping him upright as his thighs trembled. Jungkook's lips curled against his throat—not a kiss, just the barest brush of teeth over his racing pulse.
"You're mine," Jungkook murmured, voice thick with something between reverence and possession, his fingers still working Taehyung's clunt with practiced precision.
Taehyung's vision blurred at the edges, his breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut—unwanted but undeniable. His thighs trembled, slick dripping down Jungkook's wrist, and the alpha clicked his tongue.
"Already close again? So greedy."
Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, but Jungkook's free hand gripped his chin, forcing his head back against the brick.
"Look at me," he demanded, and Taehyung's traitorous body obeyed before his mind could protest. Jungkook's dark eyes were blown black with arousal, his lips slick with spit where he'd bitten them.
"Tell me who you belong to."
A sob caught in Taehyung's throat as Jungkook's fingers curled just right, his hips jerking forward helplessly.
"N-no one—"
Jungkook's thumb pressed down hard on his clit, cutting him off with a choked cry.
"Try again." His voice was silk over steel, a threat wrapped in velvet. Taehyung's nails scraped uselessly against the wall, his body taut as a bowstring. Jungkook leaned in, his breath hot against Taehyung's ear.
"Say it, and I'll let you come."
Taehyung's throat convulsed around the words, his body trembling violently as Jungkook's fingers worked him toward the edge with ruthless efficiency. The alpha's breath was hot against his ear, his grip unrelenting.
"Y-yours," Taehyung gasped, the admission tearing from him like a wound.
"I'm—yours."
Jungkook's growl vibrated through him, low and satisfied, before his thumb pressed down harder, circling Taehyung's clit in tight, punishing strokes.
"Good," he purred, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear. "Now come."
Taehyung shattered with a silent scream, his cunt fluttering around Jungkook's fingers as pleasure ripped through him, white-hot and humiliating in its intensity. His knees gave out completely, but Jungkook held him upright, his arm a steel band around Taehyung's waist as he rode out the aftershocks, fingers never stopping. Taehyung sobbed, oversensitive and raw, but Jungkook only chuckled, pressing a kiss to his damp temple.
"Beautiful," Jungkook murmured, finally withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean with obscene relish.
Taehyung shuddered, his legs buckling, but Jungkook caught him easily, flipping him around to face the wall. The brick scraped against Taehyung's bare chest as Jungkook pressed flush against his back, his cock hot and heavy against Taehyung's thigh.
"You're so fucking pretty when you fall apart for me."
The brick wall scraped Taehyung's cheek raw as Jungkook's hips pinned him flush against it, the alpha's erection pressing insistently between his thighs. Taehyung's legs trembled—weak from the aftershocks still rippling through him—but Jungkook's grip on his waist was ironclad, holding him upright with effortless strength.
"You're shaking," Jungkook murmured, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear as his fingers traced the fresh bite marks littering his shoulders.
"Cute."
His teeth grazed Taehyung's nape, right over his scent gland, and Taehyung flinched, a whimper catching in his throat. Jungkook chuckled, low and dark, his hands sliding down to grip Taehyung's hips.
"Don't worry, hyung. I'll take care of you."
Before Taehyung could protest, Jungkook's cock slid between his thighs, the thick heat of it rubbing against his oversensitive clit with deliberate, maddening pressure. Taehyung's breath hitched, his body arching instinctively, but Jungkook held him still, his grip tightening.
"Ah-ah," he chided, grinding forward slowly, letting Taehyung feel every inch.
"No moving unless I say so.”
Taehyung's nails dug into the brickwork, grit scraping under his fingertips as Jungkook's thrusts turned deliberate, each slow drag of his cock against Taehyung's swollen folds sending sparks of unwanted pleasure up his spine. The alpha's breath was ragged against his nape, fingers digging bruises into Taehyung's hips as he rutted between his thighs with animalistic precision.
"You feel so good," Jungkook groaned, his voice cracked open with hunger, lips dragging wet trails along Taehyung's shoulder. His teeth scraped over a fading bite mark, renewing it with a sharp nip that made Taehyung jerk.
"Fuck, clenching around me like you can't help it."
His laugh was dark, breathless.
"You can't, can you?"
Taehyung choked on a moan as Jungkook's rhythm stuttered, the head of his cock catching against Taehyung's clit with every other thrust. His thighs trembled, slick dripping down his legs, betraying him even as he clenched his teeth against the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut. Jungkook noticed, of course—he always noticed—and his hand slid around to palm Taehyung's stomach, pressing down just enough to make him feel the bulge of Jungkook's cock between his thighs.
"Look at you," Jungkook breathed, his free hand fisting in Taehyung's hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat.
"Taking me like you were made for it."
His hips snapped forward, harder now, the slap of skin echoing off the alley walls. Taehyung's vision blurred, his knees threatening to give out, but Jungkook held him up effortlessly, his grip unrelenting.
"Gonna come inside you again," he panted, voice raw.
"Gonna pump you so full you'll drip with me for days."
Taehyung's breath came in ragged, wet gasps—half-sob, half-pant—as Jungkook's thrusts grew erratic, his cock dragging against Taehyung's oversensitive clit with every snap of his hips. The friction was unbearable, pleasure bordering on pain, and Taehyung's fingers scrabbled uselessly against the brick wall, his blunt nails splintering against the rough surface.
Jungkook's teeth sank into the junction of Taehyung's neck, not quite breaking skin but close enough to make Taehyung's pulse stutter.
"Say it," he growled against Taehyung's sweat-slick skin, his fingers tightening in Taehyung's hair.
"Say you *want* it."
Taehyung's throat worked around the words, his body trembling violently as another wave of pleasure crested dangerously close to the surface. Jungkook's free hand slid down to circle his clit, thumb pressing down with just enough pressure to make Taehyung's vision whiten at the edges.
"Say it."
"I—" Taehyung's voice cracked, the admission torn from him like a wound. "Want it"
The confession shattered something in Taehyung—some last, brittle resistance—and Jungkook rewarded him with a brutal thrust, his knot already swelling at the base. Taehyung's thighs quivered, slick running down his legs as Jungkook's fingers tightened around his throat, his hips pistoning with ruthless precision.
"Good boy," Jungkook purred, his breath hot against Taehyung's ear. "Now take all of me."
Taehyung's scream was muffled against the brick as Jungkook's knot popped inside him, stretching him impossibly wide, the burn tipping into pleasure as his body yielded, just like it always did. Jungkook's groan was ragged, his teeth sinking into Taehyung's shoulder as he came, hips jerking erratically, filling Taehyung with thick, pulsing heat. Taehyung's cunt fluttered around him, milking Jungkook's cock shamelessly, and Jungkook laughed—darkly, satisfied—his fingers tracing the fresh marks on Taehyung's skin.
"Fuck, you love this," he muttered, biting Taehyung's earlobe. "Don't you?"
Taehyung couldn't answer, his body limp against the wall, held up only by Jungkook's iron grip and the anchor of his knot. His thighs trembled, oversensitive and sticky, but Jungkook didn't let him collapse—he just adjusted his hold, pulling Taehyung flush against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear.
"Say it," he murmured, fingers stroking Taehyung's clit with deceptive gentleness.
"Say you love it."
A sob lodged in Taehyung's throat as Jungkook's touch sent another jolt of pleasure through him, his traitorous body arching into the contact.
"I—" His voice broke, raw from screaming. "Love it."
Jungkook's knot pulsed inside Taehyung, locking them together as he pressed his forehead between Taehyung's shoulder blades, breathing hard. His fingers trailed lazily over Taehyung's trembling stomach, smearing slick and come across his skin in possessive strokes.
"See?" Jungkook murmured, lips brushing Taehyung's spine.
"You like being mine."
Taehyung's thighs trembled, his cunt clenching weakly around Jungkook's knot—betraying him even now. The alley stank of sex and alpha, the brick rough against his cheek, but Jungkook's grip was the only thing keeping him upright.
A phone buzzed in Jungkook's back pocket. The alpha exhaled sharply through his nose but didn't move, his knot still buried deep. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, praying for reprieve, but Jungkook only nuzzled his nape, humming.
"Work can wait," he muttered, biting Taehyung's earlobe.
"You're more important."
The words coiled hot and sickening in Taehyung's gut. He swallowed, throat raw.
Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's fingers traced the fresh bruises around his wrists—soft, almost reverent, like he was admiring his own handiwork. The alpha's phone buzzed again, ignored, vibrating against Taehyung's hip where Jungkook's thigh pinned him to the wall.
"J-Jungkook," Taehyung's voice cracked, hoarse from screaming. The alpha hummed, pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw as if Taehyung had uttered something sweet instead of broken.
"Shh," Jungkook murmured, fingers sliding down to toy with Taehyung's oversensitive clit, drawing a weak whimper from his throat.
"Just a little longer."
His knot twitched inside Taehyung, still half-hard, and Taehyung shuddered, his body betraying him with a fresh pulse of slick. Jungkook laughed, low and satisfied.
"See? You don’t want me to leave either."
The phone buzzed a third time. Jungkook sighed, finally pulling it out one-handed, his other arm still wrapped possessively around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung stared at the cracked screen over Jungkook's shoulder—”Manager Hyung” flashed across the caller ID. Jungkook swiped it away without hesitation, dropping the phone into the dumpster beside them with a clatter.
The phone clattered against the dumpster’s metal interior, the sound jarring in the aftermath of Taehyung’s ragged breaths. Jungkook’s fingers tightened around Taehyung’s waist, his knot still lodged deep, as if daring him to squirm away. Taehyung didn’t—couldn’t—his body limp with exhaustion, his cunt fluttering weakly around Jungkook’s cock in traitorous pulses.
Jungkook’s lips curled against Taehyung’s nape, his breath hot and damp.
“You ruin me,” he murmured, voice thick with something between reverence and mockery. His teeth grazed Taehyung’s mating gland, not biting—not yet—just teasing the swollen skin.
“How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you’re like this?”
Taehyung shuddered, his thighs sticky with slick and come, the brick wall scraping his cheek raw. Jungkook’s hand slid up to cradle his jaw, tilting his head back until their eyes met. The alpha’s gaze was dark, pupils blown wide, his usual softness sharpened into something predatory.
“Say it again,” he demanded, thumb brushing Taehyung’s bottom lip.
Taehyung’s throat worked. The words tasted like ash.
“Yours.”
Jungkook's smile was slow, syrupy—like honey poured over a wound.
"Good," he murmured, pressing his forehead against Taehyung's. His knot had barely softened, but he rocked forward anyway, forcing a punched-out gasp from Taehyung's chest.
"Say it like you mean it this time."
Taehyung's fingers scrabbled uselessly against the brick, his body arching as Jungkook's cock dragged against oversensitive walls. The alpha's grip on his jaw tightened, forcing Taehyung to hold his gaze as he repeated, voice cracking, "Yours."
Jungkook's exhale was hot against his lips. "Perfect." He pulled out abruptly, knot catching just enough to make Taehyung whimper, before spinning him around and shoving him to his knees. The pavement bit into Taehyung's skin, but Jungkook didn't give him time to adjust—just fisted a hand in his hair and pressed the head of his cock against Taehyung's swollen lips.
"Clean me up," he ordered, voice rough.
Taehyung's stomach twisted, but his tongue darted out instinctively, licking a stripe up the underside of Jungkook's cock. The alpha groaned, hips jerking forward, and Taehyung choked as the tip hit the back of his throat. Jungkook didn't let up, fucking into his mouth with shallow thrusts, his other hand cradling Taehyung's jaw like something precious.
"Look at you," he breathed, thumb stroking Taehyung's cheek where his cock stretched it taut.
"Born to take me."
Taehyung’s throat burned, his jaw aching as Jungkook’s cock slid deeper, the salty-bitter taste of his own slick and Jungkook’s spend thick on his tongue. Tears streaked down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat and grime from the alley floor, but Jungkook only hummed, petting his hair like he was some obedient pet.
“So good for me,” he murmured, hips rolling forward in a slow, filthy grind. “Always so good.”
A car honked on the main street—too close, too loud—and Taehyung flinched, his gag reflex kicking in as Jungkook’s cock hit the back of his throat again. The alpha tutted, tightening his grip in Taehyung’s hair, forcing him still.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered, tilting Taehyung’s head back until their gazes locked. Jungkook’s pupils were blown black, his lips parted around ragged breaths, but his voice was eerily calm.
“You don’t get to look away.”
Taehyung’s fingers dug into his own thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as Jungkook picked up his pace, fucking into his mouth with shallow, relentless thrusts. Spit dripped down his chin, his lungs burning for air, but Jungkook didn’t relent—just watched him with dark, hungry eyes, his thumb stroking Taehyung’s tear-stained cheek almost tenderly.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, as if he weren’t the one choking him.
“You can take it.”
The world narrowed to the stretch of Jungkook’s cock, the ache in his jaw, the alpha’s scent flooding his senses. Taehyung’s vision blurred at the edges, his body swaying, but Jungkook held him upright, his grip unyielding.
“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, voice rough.
“Just like that.”
His hips stuttered, his cock twitching on Taehyung’s tongue, and Taehyung knew what was coming—knew he’d have no choice but to swallow.
Jungkook's fingers tightened in Taehyung's hair, his hips snapping forward one last time as he came with a ragged groan, his cock pulsing hot down Taehyung's throat. Taehyung gagged, tears spilling over as he swallowed reflexively, the bitter taste coating his tongue. Jungkook sighed, tilting Taehyung's head back to admire his tear-streaked face, his thumb swiping through the mess on his lips.
"Perfect," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's forehead like some twisted benediction.
"You always take me so well."
Taehyung's knees ached against the pavement, his body trembling with exhaustion, but Jungkook didn't let him collapse—just hauled him upright with bruising fingers, dragging him into a suffocating embrace. His nose pressed against Taehyung's scent gland, inhaling deeply as if marking the moment into memory.
"Mine," he whispered, lips brushing Taehyung's ear.
"All mine."
A distant shout echoed from the street—someone calling for a missing delivery—but Jungkook ignored it, his hands roaming possessively over Taehyung's hips.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, tone deceptively gentle as he shrugged off his jacket and draped it around Taehyung's shoulders. The fabric reeked of alpha, of him, and Taehyung shuddered, but Jungkook only smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Taehyung's ear.
"You're shaking, baby. Let's go home."
Home. The word curdled in Taehyung's stomach. Jungkook's grip tightened, steering him toward the alley's mouth, his steps unhurried, as if Taehyung hadn't just been sobbing on his knees. As if this were normal. As if Taehyung wanted this.
The alley blurred at the edges as Jungkook guided Taehyung forward, his grip deceptively gentle on Taehyung’s elbow—just shy of painful, a warning disguised as care. The jacket smelled like Jungkook’s scent—dark coffee and something metallic, clinging to Taehyung’s skin like a brand. He stumbled, his thighs sticky with drying slick, but Jungkook caught him effortlessly, humming under his breath as if Taehyung’s weakness were endearing.
"Careful," Jungkook murmured, his thumb stroking the inside of Taehyung’s wrist where the pulse jumped erratically. His voice was syrup-sweet, the same tone he’
Taehyung’s knees buckled as they rounded the corner—bare feet dragging on pavement, toes catching on uneven concrete—but Jungkook’s arm locked around his waist before he could fall. The alpha clicked his tongue, pulling Taehyung flush against his side, his breath hot against Taehyung’s temple. “Careful,” he murmured, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear.
“Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”
His fingers dug into Taehyung’s hipbone, just shy of painful, as they turned down a quieter side street. The jacket’s collar scratched Taehyung’s throat, saturated with Jungkook’s scent, thick enough to make his head swim.
Jungkook’s phone buzzed again from the dumpster depths, long abandoned. Taehyung’s stomach twisted—someone was looking for him, someone knew—but Jungkook just tightened his grip, steering Taehyung toward a nondescript apartment building. The lobby lights flickered, humming ominously as Jungkook keyed in a code, his free hand sliding under Taehyung’s chin to tilt his face up.
“Smile for the camera, baby,” he whispered, thumb pressing into Taehyung’s lower lip. The security lens glinted in the corner, blinking red. Taehyung’s mouth twitched, numb, and Jungkook laughed, low and pleased.
“Good girl.”
The elevator stank of bleach and stale cigarettes. Jungkook crowded Taehyung into the corner, his forearm braced against the wall above Taehyung's head, caging him in with deliberate casualness. The security camera's red light blinked overhead, but Jungkook didn't seem to care—his free hand slid under the borrowed jacket, fingers tracing the fresh bite marks on Taehyung's collarbone.
"You're so quiet," Jungkook murmured, lips brushing Taehyung's temple. His breath smelled like mint gum, incongruously fresh.
"Cat got your tongue?" His thumb pressed against Taehyung's bottom lip, dragging it down until Taehyung's teeth clicked together.
The elevator dinged. Jungkook straightened, his grip on Taehyung's wrist unrelenting as he pulled him down the hallway. The carpet muffled their footsteps, swallowing Taehyung's stumbles like they'd never happened. Jungkook's keys jingled—a cheerful sound, at odds with the way his other hand slid around Taehyung's throat, squeezing just enough to make his pulse jump.
"Welcome home," Jungkook whispered, nudging the door open with his hip. The apartment smelled like sandalwood and sex, the curtains drawn against the midday sun. Taehyung's knees hit the edge of the bed before he realized Jungkook had maneuvered him there, the alpha's hands firm on his shoulders.
The mattress dipped under Jungkook’s weight as he pushed Taehyung onto his back, his knees bracketing Taehyung’s hips with practiced ease. The sheets smelled like Jungkook—dark and musky, with the faintest trace of that chamomile tea Taehyung had learned to dread. Jungkook’s fingers traced the fresh bruises on Taehyung’s thighs, his touch feather-light, almost apologetic. Almost.
“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, tilting his head as if admiring a painting. His thumb pressed into a particularly dark mark just above Taehyung’s knee, making him flinch.
“So pretty when you’re marked up.” He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
“Pretty when you scream, too.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his fingers twisting in the sheets. Jungkook noticed, of course—he always did—and his lips curled into a smirk as he dragged his nails down Taehyung’s stomach, leaving raised red trails in their wake.
“Still sensitive,” he observed, fingers circling Taehyung’s navel.
“Think you can come again for me?”
The question was rhetorical. Taehyung’s body had never been his to control, not since Jungkook decided otherwise. His thighs trembled as Jungkook’s hand slid lower, fingertips skimming the damp curls between his legs. A whimper caught in Taehyung’s throat, his hips jerking up instinctively—betraying him again, and Jungkook’s laugh was low, satisfied.
The mattress groaned as Jungkook shifted, his knees pressing tighter against Taehyung’s hips—pinning him like a butterfly under glass. His fingers traced lazy circles around Taehyung’s clit, barely touching, just enough to make Taehyung’s breath stutter.
“You’re dripping,” Jungkook noted, voice thick with amusement. He lifted his fingers, glistening with Taehyung’s slick, and pressed them against Taehyung’s parted lips.
“Taste.”
Taehyung’s tongue darted out obediently, the salt-bitter tang of himself thick on his tongue. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his thumb pressing down on Taehyung’s bottom lip hard enough to sting.
“Good,” he murmured, leaning in until their noses brushed. “Now tell me what you are.”
The words lodged in Taehyung’s throat, sticky with shame. Jungkook didn’t rush him—just dragged his nails down Taehyung’s ribs, leaving raised pink lines in their wake. Taehyung’s stomach clenched, his cunt pulsing around nothing, and Jungkook smirked.
“Say it,” he urged, fingers dipping lower, skimming Taehyung’s inner thigh.
“Or I’ll make you beg for it.”
Taehyung’s hips jerked, his body betraying him with a fresh rush of slick.
“Y-yours,” he whispered, the admission tearing from him like a wound.
The mattress springs creaked under Jungkook’s shifting weight as he straddled Taehyung’s hips, his fingers tightening around Taehyung’s wrists like manacles. The alpha’s scent—thick with smug satisfaction—clung to the air between them, mingling with the musk of sex and sweat. Taehyung’s thighs trembled where Jungkook’s knees pressed into them, his body still oversensitive from being wrecked in the alley.
Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear in a mockery of tenderness.
“Say it like you mean it,” he murmured, his voice honey-sweet and laced with venom. His teeth scraped Taehyung’s earlobe, just shy of breaking skin.
“Or I’ll fuck it out of you again.”
Taehyung’s throat worked around the words, his voice hoarse from screaming. “Yours,” he repeated, barely above a whisper.
Jungkook’s chuckle vibrated against Taehyung’s neck as he released his wrists, only to trail his fingers down Taehyung’s sides, mapping every bruise and bite with possessive precision. His touch lingered on Taehyung’s ribs—where the skin was still tender from being pinned against the brick—before dipping lower, tracing the curve of his hipbone.
“You’re learning,” Jungkook mused, his thumb pressing into the hollow of Taehyung’s thigh.
“But I think you need a reminder.”
Jungkook’s fingers dug into Taehyung’s hips, lifting him effortlessly as he rolled them over—Taehyung straddling his lap now, the sudden shift forcing a gasp from his throat. The alpha’s cock pressed hot and insistent against Taehyung’s inner thigh, already half-hard again, and Taehyung’s stomach twisted with something between dread and traitorous anticipation. Jungkook’s hands slid up his sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of Taehyung’s swollen breasts, his touch deceptively gentle.
“Look at you,” he murmured, lips curling as Taehyung’s nipples pebbled under his gaze.
“Still so responsive.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched when Jungkook’s thumbs circled his nipples, the rough pads catching on the sensitive peaks. A whimper lodged in his throat as Jungkook pinched lightly, twisting until Taehyung’s back arched, his cunt clenching around nothing. Jungkook’s smirk widened.
“Sensitive here too,” he observed, leaning in to lick a stripe over Taehyung’s left nipple. The wet heat of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Taehyung’s core, his thighs trembling as Jungkook sucked the bud into his mouth.
The alpha’s teeth grazed the tender flesh, and Taehyung’s nails dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Jungkook hummed, the vibration making Taehyung’s toes curl, and pulled back just enough to whisper against his damp skin:
“You’re leaking.” His fingers traced the sticky trails of milk beading at Taehyung’s nipples, smearing it across his chest with deliberate slowness.
“Pretty,” Jungkook murmured, before sealing his lips around Taehyung’s right nipple and sucking hard.
Taehyung’s cry echoed off the walls, his body bowing as pleasure lanced through him, white-hot and unbearable. Jungkook drank him down greedily, one hand fisting in Taehyung’s hair to keep him still as the other slid between his legs, fingers stroking through slick folds with practiced ease.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned against Taehyung’s chest, his tongue lapping at the spilled milk.
“You taste perfect.”
Jungkook’s tongue swirled around Taehyung’s nipple, drawing out another thin stream of milk that dripped down his chest. The alpha’s fingers worked Taehyung’s cunt with ruthless precision, his thumb pressing just against the spot that had Taehyung seeing stars, where Taehyung was most sensitive, where he couldn’t help but jerk forward with a broken sob.
"Fuck, you’re dripping," Jungkook muttered, lifting his head to admire the mess he’d made. Taehyung’s chest glistened, milk smeared across his skin like some perverse claim, and Jungkook’s grip tightened in his hair, forcing his head back.
"Look at you. My pretty little milk cow."
Taehyung’s breath came in ragged hitches, his thighs quivering as Jungkook’s fingers curled inside him, pressing against that spot that made his vision whiten. The alpha’s free hand trailed down to Taehyung’s stomach, pressing firmly—just enough to make him feel the bulge of Jungkook’s fingers, the stretch of them inside him.
"You love this," Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear.
"Love being full." His fingers pistoned deeper, twisting on each thrust, and Taehyung’s hips stuttered, his body betraying him with another pulse of slick.
Jungkook chuckled, low and dark, his breath hot against Taehyung’s throat.
"Gonna milk you dry," he promised, his tongue lapping at the sweat-damp hollow of Taehyung’s collarbone. His fingers sped up, the wet sound of them fucking into Taehyung obscene in the quiet room.
"Gonna make you come until you’re empty."
Taehyung’s nails scored red lines down Jungkook’s back, his thighs clamping around the alpha’s wrist as pleasure coiled tight in his gut—too much, too fast, his body strung taut like a wire. Jungkook’s teeth sank into his shoulder, muffling his own groan as Taehyung’s cunt fluttered around his fingers, his orgasm crashing over him with brutal force. Taehyung’s scream tore through the room, raw and shattered, his back arching as Jungkook milked him through it, fingers relentless even as Taehyung sobbed from oversensitivity.
The aftershocks rippled through Taehyung’s body like live wires, his muscles twitching under Jungkook’s hands as the alpha withdrew his fingers with a slick pop. Jungkook held them up to the dim light, watching Taehyung’s release drip down his knuckles before pressing them against Taehyung’s slack mouth.
“Clean me up,” he ordered, voice rough with hunger.
Taehyung’s tongue moved sluggishly, licking away the evidence of his own undoing, the taste bitter-salty on his tongue. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his thumb pressing down on Taehyung’s lower lip hard enough to bruise.
“Good. Now turn over.”
The command sent a shudder down Taehyung’s spine, but his body obeyed before his mind could protest—rolling onto his stomach with a whimper, the sheets sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. Jungkook’s palm smoothed down the curve of his spine, possessive and approving, before settling heavy between his shoulder blades.
“Arch your back,” he murmured, fingers tangling in Taehyung’s hair to yank his head up.
“Let me see you.”
Taehyung’s elbows dug into the mattress, his back bowing under Jungkook’s grip, his ass raised in shameless offering. The alpha’s breath hitched, his fingers tracing the swell of Taehyung’s hips before spreading him open with cruel precision.
“Look at this,” Jungkook breathed, dragging a thumb through Taehyung’s slick, his voice thick with awe.
“Ruined. Mine.”
He pressed in without warning, two fingers sinking deep, and Taehyung’s cry was muffled by the pillow as Jungkook scissored him open, stretching him wider.
“Think you can take my knot again? Already so loose.”
The taunt sent heat flooding Taehyung’s cheeks, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s fingers in traitorous response. Jungkook laughed, low and satisfied, adding a third finger to stretch Taehyung further, his other hand pinning Taehyung’s hips down when he tried to squirm away.
“No, no,” he chided, twisting his fingers just *so*, wrenching a sob from Taehyung’s throat.
“You don’t get to run. Not when you’re this wet for me.”
His free hand slid under Taehyung’s stomach, palming the soft swell where his milk-heavy breasts hung, fingers squeezing until another thin stream spilled onto the sheets.
“Perfect.”
The mattress springs screamed under Jungkook’s knees as he positioned himself behind Taehyung, his cock dragging through Taehyung’s slick folds with deliberate, mocking slowness. Taehyung’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his body arching involuntarily—betraying him even as his throat tightened around a sob. Jungkook’s chuckle was dark, his hands gripping Taehyung’s hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises.
"Look at you," he murmured, thumbs pressing into the dimples above Taehyung’s ass.
"Begging for it without even saying a word."
Taehyung’s cheek pressed into the pillow, his breath coming in ragged hitches as Jungkook’s cockhead nudged against his entrance, teasing. The alpha leaned forward, his chest flush against Taehyung’s back, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"Tell me you want it," he whispered, teeth scraping Taehyung’s earlobe.
"Or I’ll leave you empty."
The threat coiled hot and sickening in Taehyung’s gut, his cunt pulsing around nothing. Jungkook exhaled sharply, his hips rocking forward just enough to stretch Taehyung’s rim, almost there, before pulling back again. Taehyung’s whine was pathetic, muffled by the pillow, but Jungkook heard it anyway. His fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head back.
"Say it."
Taehyung’s lips trembled. "P-please—”
Jungkook’s breath hitched, his grip tightening in Taehyung’s hair.
“Please what?” he demanded, voice rough with hunger. His cock twitched against Taehyung’s entrance, the tip slick with his own precome and Taehyung’s arousal.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Taehyung’s throat worked around the confession, his body betraying him with another pulse of slick.
“P-please—fuck me,” he whispered, the words scraping raw against his throat. Jungkook’s groan was low, satisfied, his hips pressing forward in a slow, brutal thrust that punched the air from Taehyung’s lungs. The stretch burned, Jungkook was big, but Taehyung’s cunt fluttered around him anyway, greedy and shameful.
“That’s my good girl,” Jungkook purred, his hands smoothing down Taehyung’s back as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against Taehyung’s ass.
He stayed there for a torturous moment, letting Taehyung feel every inch, before pulling out almost entirely—only to slam back in with a force that made the bedframe rattle. Taehyung’s cry was muffled by the pillow, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Jungkook set a punishing pace, each thrust dragging against his oversensitive walls.
Jungkook’s fingers dug into Taehyung’s hips, his breath hot against Taehyung’s shoulder as he fucked into him with relentless precision.
“You take me so well,” he murmured, lips brushing Taehyung’s sweat-slicked skin.
“Like you were made for this.”
His teeth sank into Taehyung’s shoulder, muffling his own groan as Taehyung’s cunt clenched around him, slick dripping down his thighs.
“Fuck, look at you—” Jungkook’s hand slid under Taehyung’s stomach, palming the soft swell of his belly.
“I can feel how deep I am in you.”
The pillowcase was damp with Taehyung’s spit, his lips parted around ragged breaths as Jungkook’s cock carved him open with every punishing thrust. The alpha’s fingers dug into his hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm unrelenting—each snap of his hips forcing a punched-out whimper from Taehyung’s throat. Jungkook leaned forward, his chest pressing Taehyung deeper into the mattress, his teeth scraping the nape of Taehyung’s neck.
“Feel that?” he growled, grinding deep, his cock twitching inside Taehyung’s abused walls.
"Feel how my cock is filling you up so good.”
Taehyung’s thighs trembled, his cunt clenching traitorously around Jungkook’s length, slick dripping onto the sheets beneath them. Jungkook chuckled, his breath hot against Taehyung’s ear as he dragged his fingers down Taehyung’s spine. “You love it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Love being used.”
His thumb pressed against Taehyung’s tailbone, pushing just enough to angle him deeper, and Taehyung’s vision whited out as Jungkook’s cockhead brushed that spot inside him that made his toes curl.
“There it is,” Jungkook cooed, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.
“That’s the spot, huh? Makes you tremble and clench around my cock so fucking good, like a pathetic little whore.”
Taehyung’s nails tore at the sheets, his body arching as pleasure coiled tight in his gut—too much, too fast, his skin burning with oversensitivity. Jungkook’s hands slid up his back, fingers splaying between his shoulder blades as he fucked into him with brutal precision.
“Gonna come?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.
“Already?”
His fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met in the dim light.
“Do it,” he ordered, his breath hot against Taehyung’s lips.
“Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”
The words punched through Taehyung like a physical blow, his orgasm crashing over him with brutal force. His scream was raw, shattered, his cunt milking Jungkook’s cock as waves of pleasure wracked his body. Jungkook groaned, his hips stuttering as Taehyung’s walls fluttered around him, his grip tightening in Taehyung’s hair.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his rhythm faltering.
“Just, just like that—”
His cock twitched, his knot swelling at the base, and Taehyung sobbed as it caught on his rim, stretching him wider. Jungkook’s breath was ragged against his neck, his teeth sinking into Taehyung’s scent gland as he came with a broken groan, his release flooding Taehyung’s already spent body.
Jungkook’s knot locked them together with brutal finality, his teeth still buried in Taehyung’s scent gland—a fresh claim over the old bruises. Taehyung’s vision swam, his body limp with exhaustion, but Jungkook didn’t let him collapse. Instead, he rolled them onto their sides, his arm banded around Taehyung’s waist like a chain, his lips pressed to the nape of Taehyung’s neck in a parody of affection.
“Mine,” he murmured again, as if the word could rewrite Taehyung’s bones.
The silence that followed was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, Jungkook’s breath evening out against Taehyung’s shoulder. His fingers traced idle patterns over Taehyung’s hip—a lazy, possessive touch that made Taehyung’s skin crawl. Outside, the city hummed on, oblivious. A car alarm wailed in the distance. A neighbor’s TV blared through the thin walls. Normalcy, just beyond the door. Taehyung’s throat tightened.
Jungkook’s phone buzzed again—third time in ten minutes—from wherever he’d discarded it earlier. Taehyung’s pulse jumped. Someone’s looking for me. The thought flickered, desperate. Jungkook’s arm tightened around him, his chuckle vibrating against Taehyung’s back.
“Don’t even think about it,” he murmured, lips brushing Taehyung’s spine.
“No one’s coming for you.”
The words settled like a stone in Taehyung’s gut. His fingers twitched against the sheets, sticky with his own slick. Jungkook’s knot hadn’t softened, his cock still pulsing inside Taehyung at intervals, as if wringing out every last drop of submission. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears came anyway—hot, silent tracks down his cheeks.