Tags: sister's bf, rut-forced sex, coercion, “I’m not raping you” denial, loathing to lust, spitting (?), p*ssy eating (idk?), degradation, obsession.... probably unedited...

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Jeongguk had hated Kim Taehyung from the very first second the older man was introduced as his beta sister’s boyfriend and brought into their family home.

It was not a mild dislike, not some irritation that might fade with time or familiarity. It was a loathing that settled into him the moment he caught that first sickeningly sweet omega pheromones coming from the stranger’s body.

Taehyung was already thirty-something, far too fucking old in Jeongguk’s eyes, with a face so pretty it looked deliberately seductive, the kind of sly, knowing beauty that belonged to a man who had lived long enough to understand exactly how to use both his looks and his pheromones to his advantage. Jeongguk had decided right then that an omega man who looked this feminine and deceptively young (even though he was very old) had no business being with a beta woman. It felt wrong, almost inverted, as if his sister was the one using a dildo on that omega’s little ass hole, stretching him open and making him drip. And yet here the bastard was, holding Jeongguk’s twenty-five-year-old beta sister as if he had every right, sliding his hands along her waist and shyly pressing soft kisses to her temple right there in the middle of the living room while the whole family watched.

Every time Taehyung stepped into the house, Jeongguk’s blood boiled. Those disgustingly sweet, lewd pheromones filled every room, every corner, even the air itself, and somehow no one else seemed to notice or care. Jeongguk had already made up his mind that the omega must be deliberately seducing him (though of course that wasn’t true at all). It smelled like an omega in full heat, that begged to be fucked in every position until the sheets were soaked or wet puddles formed on the floor beneath them.

Jeongguk was sure the older man was doing it on purpose, flooding the air with his lewd, cock-hardening pheromones just to watch him squirm and suffer.

Because why else would the bastard smile so shyly whenever their eyes met? Why else wouldn’t he mind when Jeongguk sat next to him? Why would he let his body press against his, allowing his pheromones to spread until Jeongguk’s nostrils flared and his mouth watered against his will? Shouldn’t the omega know how to control his pheromones?

The worst part came after Taehyung finally left. Jeongguk would stand in the doorway of his own bedroom, his cock already half-hard and twitching, and curse under his breath, convinced that Taehyung had done something to him. He blamed the older omega for the way his cock reacted, for the way his mouth watered and his thoughts became filthy.

It never occurred to him that omega wasn’t doing anything at all, admitting that would have meant admitting that the problem was him, and Jeongguk would rather blame Taehyung than face that truth.

He would strip down with rough, angry movements, shove his sweatpants and underwear down his thick thighs, then fist his cock and stroke hard and fast. He would come with a bitten-off growl, thick ropes of cum painting his own stomach and dripping down into the dark hair at the base of his cock, and then he would scrub himself in the shower as if he could wash the memory of those pheromones out of his skin and out of his head. He refused to admit that he was the fucking freak. This was all that omega bitch’s fault.

That omega was clearly a cheater and a whore (again, none of it true at all), the kind of man who smiled with soft lips and bedroom eyes while his pheromones did all the dirty work for him.

And Jeongguk would catch himself staring at the way Taehyung’s ass filled out his jeans when he bent to pick something up, or the way those long fingers intertwined with Jeongguk’s sister’s as they held hands. Every time, his eyes would darken with fury, and it felt like he wanted to grab him and punish him.

One day Taehyung’s ass accidentally brushed against Jeongguk’s crotch. He immediately locked his bedroom door, stripped completely naked, and dropped onto the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide. His cock stood thick and angry against his stomach, the cock head already shiny with precum. No porn or sex satisfied him anymore… it was always that older omega. He spat into his palm, wrapped his hand around the shaft, and started stroking with long, tight pulls, imagining, against every ounce of his will, what it would feel like to shove that omega face-down, yank his jeans down, and bury himself balls-deep in a hole that smelled lewd. He came hard, grunting through clenched teeth as cum pulsed out of him in thick, messy spurts, some of it landing on his chest, some dripping down over his knuckles. Afterward he sat there breathing hard, staring at the mess he had made, and whispered to the empty room, “Fucking whore… I hate you.” But the words sounded weak even to his own ears.

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For three months Jeongguk had assumed Taehyung was like every other male omega with a useless little cock that never got used for anything important, because that was the truth as far as he was concerned. The only things that mattered on a male omega were the ass hole between their legs and the womb they carried inside. They could not truly fuck anyone, their cocks were small and soft, they produced no sperm, and even though they were called men they were not really men at all. Jeongguk told himself he was not some hateful bigot toward male omegas, he simply could not accept the reality of what they were, and he refused to pretend otherwise.

That assumption lasted only until the afternoon he walked into the guest bathroom without knocking, because this was his house and he had never needed to knock on any door inside it.

The door opened under his hand and there stood Taehyung, half-turned in front of the mirror, shirt off and pink sweatpants shoved down around his thighs. Jeongguk’s eyes dropped automatically because he had spent weeks thinking about that supposedly useless omega cock and he wanted to see for himself how pathetic it looked compared to an alpha’s, bigger, thicker, longer, veined, usually darker and nestled in a dense patch of black pubic hair.

But what he saw was nothing like the dainty, blushing little cock he had imagined.

It was not a cock at all. Between those full, smooth thighs was a fat, pretty pink pussy with no hair in sight, the soft lips already slightly parted and glistening as if Taehyung had just finished shaving it clean. A small clit peeked out from the top of that flushed slit, and the moment Jeongguk’s inhaled the scent of slick, it hit him full force, sweet, heavy, and so fucking lewd, like strawberry and vanilla, he could almost taste it coating the back of his tongue.

“No… no, no, no,” Jeongguk murmured under his breath, convinced he had to be dreaming. He could not possibly be staring at a pussy on the omega man who was dating his sister.

Taehyung’s eyes lifted slowly to the mirror and met Jeongguk’s reflection. He did not scramble to cover himself. He was frozen in place, caught between the instinct to flee and the inability to move at all, his heart pounding so loudly inside his chest that he could not think straight. He had just stepped out of the shower where he had carefully shaved every faint trace of hair from his pussy because he liked the feeling of being completely clean and smooth. He had been looking at the mirror to check for any remaining stubble when the door opened, and only now did he realize he could not remember whether he had locked it. The only person who ever came into the guest bathroom without warning was his girlfriend Ji-young.

Jeongguk’s cock went fully hard so fast it hurt, straining against the front of his pants until the pressure bordered on pain. His own alpha pheromones spilled out of control, thick and demanding, pushing him to shove the older man down right there on the floor, force those thick thighs wide open, and bury his face in that juicy cunt until he drowned in it. He wanted to tongue-fuck the hole, wanted to suck hard on the little clit until the omega was shaking and squirting all over his tongue. He wanted to lick and slurp every drop of his sweet slick, nose-deep in his pussy, growling and devouring him until the man was a crying, gushing mess. The fantasy hit him so violently that his mouth flooded with saliva and his hips jerked forward once before he managed to catch himself.

“No… fuck… am I a manwhore?” Jeongguk whispered to himself, the words tasting bitter. “No, no.”

He stepped back, shut the door firmly, and did not say a single word. He could not even remember why he had walked into the guest bathroom in the first place.

From that moment on Jeongguk could not stop thinking about what he had seen. He noticed that Taehyung began to ignore him completely, never looking in his direction whenever he came to visit the house and instead staying shut away in the guest room as if the closed door could erase the memory of those few seconds. Still, every time the older man appeared, Jeongguk’s eyes dropped automatically between his legs, imagining the soft heat of that pink pussy hidden under layers of fabric. He told himself over and over that he was not attracted. Of course he was not. It was all that perverted omega’s fault for seducing him with those pheromones, that pretty face, and the fat pink pussy he had left on full display. Taehyung had done it on purpose. He had wanted Jeongguk to see.

Nights became pure torture. Jeongguk would lie in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly at first and then faster as he replayed the bedroom scene in perfect, filthy detail. He imagined Taehyung climbing onto the bed and sitting on his face, thick thighs spread wide, pressing his fat pussy down until Jeongguk’s nose was buried and his tongue was sliding deep into the dripping hole. He pictured the older omega’s juices pouring over his chin in streams, the way Taehyung would tremble and cry out when Jeongguk sucked hard on his clit and even bit it gently between his teeth, and he would squirt helplessly across his tongue while Jeongguk growled and drank every drop like a man dying of thirst. He came harder than he ever had in his life, hips bucking up into his fist, thick ropes of cum spilling over his knuckles while he whispered filthy curses into the dark.

He kept telling himself that he was not the one who wanted it. He was simply the one who had seen it. And once he had seen that pretty pink pussy, there was no going back.

Jeongguk’s hands started aching with a restless, crawling need he could no longer ignore. His fingers flexed constantly, palms burning with the urge to grab Taehyung’s ass, his waist, those thick thighs, and especially the soft pussy he now knew was hidden between them. All the old excuses about hatred and disgust grew thinner every time his cock hardened in his pants, the only thing left in his head was the desire to fuck the older omega until the thirst finally calmed. He no longer cared about his sister, about how wrong it was, or about anything else that used to matter. He just wanted to bury himself inside the pretty pink cunt and take what his body was screaming for.

It began with “accidental” touches that were anything but accidental. Jeongguk started sitting beside Taehyung at the dinner table every chance he got, letting his palm drop onto the older man’s thigh and squeezing roughly, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh before he pulled back and offered him a perfectly innocent smile. Taehyung would blink, startled, lips parting on a soft, confused sound.

Taehyung still did not understand the depth of the younger alpha’s loathing, he only knew that every touch came with pain, fingers digging and nails scraping skin through thin fabric until he whimpered and fresh bruises bloomed under the surface. He kept wondering why Jeongguk suddenly wanted to sit so close, to touch him roughly so often. Was it because of the day he had seen his pussy and felt nothing but disgust? Was that why the alpha kept doing these things?

Jeongguk never apologized. He simply stared back with dark, hungry eyes and pulled his hand away as if the contact had burned him, even while his mouth watered so heavily he had to press his tongue hard against his teeth to keep from drooling at the memory of that glistening slit.

The groping grew bolder with every passing day. One day while his sister was busy in the kitchen, Jeongguk cornered Taehyung in the narrow hallway leading to the bathroom. He crowded the older omega against the wall, chest to chest, and let both hands slide down to cup the swells of Taehyung’s ass. He squeezed hard enough to force a sharp, startled whimper out of the older man, fingers digging deep into the plush flesh until the pussy was pressed right against the thick bulge of Jeongguk’s crotch. Taehyung’s hands fluttered up to Jeongguk’s shoulders, not quite pushing and not quite pulling, eyes wide with genuine confusion.

“Jeongguk-ah… why are you…”

“Ahh, I thought you would complain to Noona about the things I’m doing, hmm?” Jeongguk cut him off, squeezing even tighter as he started grinding his hard cock slowly against his hidden cunt, letting the older man feel every thick inch through the layers of fabric.

Taehyung stared up at him and tried to push at his chest, voice shaky. “Hey… what… what are you doing? This is wrong…” His knees trembled as another helpless whimper escaped him while Jeongguk kept grinding his heavy, throbbing cock against the pussy, the friction making juices start to gather between omega’s pussy lips.

Jeongguk leaned in closer, breath hot against Taehyung’s ear. “Yes, wrong. Walking around with a whore pussy and leaking those lewd pheromones like you’re begging for it.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened in pure shame, his lower lip trembling as he whispered, “Don’t say that… please…”

But the younger alpha looked down at the older omega’s flushed, innocent face and wanted nothing more than to spit on him right then, to mark his pretty features with saliva, cum, and piss. Instead he forced himself to step back before he did something irreversible in a hallway where his sister could appear at any second.

Taehyung stared at him, cheeks burning red, thighs pressed tightly together as if he could somehow hide the wet pussy that was already starting to drip. He looked almost ready to cry, still completely unable to understand what was happening.

Jeongguk growled, pushed his own hair back with a rough hand, and muttered, “Don’t say a single word about this to Noona.” Then he turned and left, murmuring under his breath as he walked away, “Fuck… I’m such a manwhore.”

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A month later it was Jeongguk’s rut, something everyone in the house had expected and prepared for in the usual way. What he had not expected was that the older omega would still be present in the house when it hit. No one else was home, his parents were gone and his sister was out as well, yet that unaware omega remained, probably because his sister had forgotten to mention the timing of the rut. It felt as if God himself had pushed a delicious meal straight in front of a starving beast, and Jeongguk, deep in the grip of his rut, had no intention of saying no to it. That was why he deliberately skipped the suppressants.

He walked into the living room where Taehyung was sitting on the couch watching TV, his cock

thick and dripping inside his sweatpants, nostrils flared as he inhaled the sweet, lewd omega pheromones. He was going to fuck him. His parents and his sister would certainly find out what happened afterward, but none of the blame would fall on him because everyone understood what an alpha in full rut was capable of. He had found an unmarked omega in the house (because his beta sister could never leave a mark), and the entire family already knew exactly which month Jeongguk’s rut arrived. He would simply tell them he had run out of suppressants and it was too late to get more.

Taehyung looked up the moment the thick, heavy wave of alpha pheromones hit him. It was so strong it felt like it was dripping onto his skin, making both of his holes clench hard and his pussy start to drip instantly. His breath caught in his throat as the younger alpha crossed the living room in three long strides, dropped onto the couch beside him, and immediately shoved his hand between the older man’s thighs. This time there was no pretense of accident. Jeongguk cupped the pussy through the soft fabric of Taehyung’s shorts and squeezed.

Taehyung gasped, thighs jerking open for half a second before he tried to close them again and push Jeongguk away. He knew he had to run.

“Jeongguk… no, no, let me go…”

“No,” Jeongguk growled, leaning in until his mouth was right against the older omega’s ear. He wanted to spit onto Taehyung’s neck, wanted to rub the wet mark in with his fingers and then bite down until he left a permanent mark. His other hand slid up under Taehyung’s shirt, palm dragging slowly over soft skin until he found his nipples. He pinched it hard enough to make Taehyung whimper again, twisting the bud between thumb and finger while his other hand kept rubbing against that dampening cunt.

The need to mark him was overwhelming, a pounding demand under Jeongguk’s skin that he barely understood. He wanted to cover the older omega in bruises. He wanted his teeth sunk deep into the side of Taehyung’s neck, and wanted to scent every inch of his soft skin until no other alpha or beta would dare come near. He wanted to breed the older omega, flood his pink pussy with so much cum, and watch Taehyung’s belly swell with his pup. The thoughts crashed through him in messy, overlapping waves of pure rut instinct.

Taehyung pushed and struggled, but the younger alpha was far stronger, and the thick rut pheromones were making him drip so heavily it almost felt as if his body wanted to open up and satisfy the hungry alpha no matter how wrong it was.

“Ngh… Jeongguk-ah… listen… no, no… your sister, please…”

Jeongguk settled for dragging his tongue along the side of Taehyung’s neck in one long, wet stripe, leaving a shiny trail of spit that he then rubbed in with his fingers, pressing hard enough to leave the beginning of a bruise. “You did this,” he whispered against the damp skin, voice low and rough. “Walking around with that fucking pheromones. Letting me see your pink cunt. Now my hands won’t stop itching for it and my mouth is watering constantly… you turned me into a manwhore for this pussy.” He shoved two fingers roughly against the soft mound of Taehyung’s cunt through the shorts, grinding them in hard circles over the clit until the older omega’s hips jerked and a fresh wave of slick soaked straight through the fabric. “So fucking wet already… Omega, I’m going to mark every part of you. Don’t know if it’ll be hickeys or my teeth buried in your neck or my cum packed deep inside your pussy and womb. Maybe all of it.”

Taehyung’s head tipped back against the couch as a helpless moan spilled out of him, his face flushed deep red and tears already starting to drip down his cheeks. His breathing came fast and shallow, the alpha’s heavy pheromones were making him dizzy, pushing him to spread his legs wider and simply be obedient. Without realizing it his thighs had fallen open, giving Jeongguk even more room to keep groping his fat, wet pussy. Jeongguk’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt, the cock head already sticky with precum that had soaked a dark patch through the front of his sweatpants.

Jeongguk’s patience finally snapped under the crushing weight of his rut. He grabbed the older omega by the jaw, forced his head back against the couch cushions, and shoved two thick fingers straight into his pretty mouth, roughly checking whether it could take a cock. Taehyung’s eyes flew wide open. A startled, muffled sound vibrated around Jeongguk’s knuckles as he pressed down hard on his tongue and held him forced open.

“Keep it open,” he ordered, voice low and rough. Spit had already gathered heavily under his fingers, then he spat directly into Taehyung’s open mouth, a long thick strand of saliva dripping straight onto the older man’s tongue. Taehyung made a soft, choked noise as the warm spit landed and pooled there. Jeongguk did it again, and again, gathering more saliva and pushing it down into Taehyung’s throat while he forced his fingers deeper, spreading the wetness around. Excess spit overflowed the corners of Taehyung’s mouth almost immediately, trailing down his chin that dripped onto the fabric of his shirt exactly the way cum would later drip from a used hole.

Jeongguk watched every drop with dark, hungry eyes, twisting his fingers against Taehyung’s tongue so the older man could not close his lips even if he tried. Then he pulled his fingers free, thick strings of saliva connecting them to the older omega’s lower lip for a second before they snapped. He crashed their mouths together in a deep, bruising kiss, shoving his tongue inside to taste his own spit mixed with Taehyung’s. He kissed like he was trying to claim every inch of that mouth, teeth scraping, tongue fucking in and out while his hand shoved roughly between Taehyung’s thighs again and yanked the shorts and panties aside in one tug.

The pussy was dripping so much slick that the little clit stood out hard and pink, peeking from between the puffy lips exactly the way it had in the bathroom that first day. Jeongguk groaned into the kiss as he broke away just long enough to spit directly onto the cunt. The spit landed right on the clit and slid down between the soft folds. Taehyung jerked, a soft cry escaping before Jeongguk’s hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

“Quiet,” Jeongguk growled against his ear. “I’m not raping you, so take it, yeah?”

He shoved two thick fingers into the dripping hole without warning, curling them hard against the soft, fluttering walls while his thumb mashed roughly against the clit. Taehyung’s hips lifted helplessly. More slick poured out around Jeongguk’s fingers, mixing with the spit until everything between the older omega’s thighs was a filthy, shiny mess. Jeongguk worked him open roughly, adding a third finger and scissoring them wide just to watch the pretty pink hole stretch and clench. All the while his mouth watered for more, he leaned down and spat again, right onto the stretched entrance, then pushed the spit inside with his fingers.

“Ngh… it’s thick… ahh, no, no…” Taehyung moaned, the three fingers already so thick that he had never taken anything like them before, the stretch feeling strange and overwhelming even through all the slick.

“It’s not even that thick,” Jeongguk snapped. “An omega pussy can take a knot, so just shut up!” He kept working his fingers in and out, thinking about what his sister had been doing with this body. If this omega belonged to him, Jeongguk would make sure the pretty cunt stayed filled at all times, either with his cock or with whatever objects he could shove inside it.

When he finally pulled his hand free, the older omega’s pussy was gaping slightly. Jeongguk shoved his sweatpants down just far enough to free his thick, leaking cock. The length slapped against Taehyung’s soft inner thigh, leaving a smear of precum. He lined the cock head up with that wet pink hole and pushed in with one thrust, forcing every thick inch inside until his hips were flush against the older man’s ass and his balls rested against the soft curve of skin.

“What… ahhh!” Taehyung screamed, the sudden fullness too much and completely overwhelming even though he was dripping heavily, his body still struggled to take the thick intrusion.

Jeongguk put his palm over Taehyung’s mouth so he could take the cock without feeling like he was raping him, because screaming before fucking was no fun, but during it was.

The tight, fluttering heat of that pussy clamped down around him like it was trying to milk him already. Jeongguk’s head dropped forward with a growl. It was tight, so fucking painfully tight, but oh so delicious. He started fucking in deep, hard thrusts, the sound of it obscenely loud in the quiet living room. His hand slid up to Taehyung’s neck, fingers pressing into the soft skin there.

“How do you like it?” Jeongguk asked, voice rough and mocking as he snapped his hips forward especially hard, driving his cock against the deepest part of that cunt. He pulled his hand away from Taehyung’s mouth just enough to let the older man answer, strings of spit still connecting them. “How do you like an alpha’s cock stretching this little hole open? Feel how thick it is? How deep it goes?” He fucked in harder, grinding against the swollen clit with every thrust so that Taehyung’s whole body jolted. “This is what a real alpha feels like. Not whatever useless shit you do with my sister.”

He leaned in closer, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear while he kept pounding his pink pussy, spit still dripping from the corner of his own mouth onto the older man’s cheek. “What do you even do with her, huh? Play scissors? Rub those soft little cunts together and pretend it’s enough? Or just shove a little pink dildo inside and call it a night?” Jeongguk laughed under his breath, the sound mean and breathless as he angled his next thrust to drag the fat head of his cock right over the spot that made Taehyung’s thighs shake. “No knot. No real cock. Just two soft things sliding around while you drip and whimper. Pathetic. Look at you now… stretched wide on an alpha’s dick, dripping spit and slick all over the couch, taking it so fucking deep you can barely keep quiet.”

He spat again, this time aiming for Taehyung’s open mouth. The older omega accepted it, throat working as he swallowed what he could while the rest overflowed and trailed down his chin. It was too much, the thick cock was hitting exactly against his sweet spot and the heavy pheromones were melting his brain into something soft and useless like cotton candy. Jeongguk kissed him again immediately after, sharing the taste of spit and desperation while his cock slammed in and out. Every thrust forced more wetness out around his shaft until the couch beneath them was soaked. He kept talking between kisses, voice low and taunting, asking over and over how Taehyung liked being filled by a real alpha cock, how it compared to whatever scissors games he played with the beta sister who still had no idea her boyfriend was getting railed open on their living-room couch.

Taehyung’s answers came out in little whimpers and moans, hips lifting to meet every thrust even as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming stretch and the relentless pressure on his clit. Jeongguk only fucked him harder for it.

Jeongguk had no intention of stopping until he had marked Taehyung in every way that counted. Taehyung came once, the first orgasm ripping through him so hard his walls clamped down tightly, then a second time, body shaking and more slick gushing out around the thick cock, and then a third time, completely overstimulated, tears streaming down his face while Jeongguk kept pounding into him without mercy.

Jeongguk’s rut would not let him slow down. Every hard snap of his hips drove his thick cock deeper into the pussy. Taehyung’s whimpers stayed muffled against Jeongguk’s palm whenever the younger alpha remembered to cover his mouth, but the older omega’s body had long since stopped fighting. Thighs stayed spread wide, hips lifting to meet every thrust, the clit rubbing shamelessly against the base of Jeongguk’s cock on every inward thrust. Spit dripped from both his mouth, Jeongguk leaned down every few thrusts to push his tongue in Taehyung’s mouth.

The need to mark him burned hotter with every second. The alpha’s hand left darkening fingerprints on the soft skin of Taehyung’s throat, pressing bruises that would last for days. He dragged his tongue along the older omega’s neck, coating the skin in his saliva before rubbing it in with fingers. When that was not enough he bit down hard at the junction of neck and shoulder, teeth sinking deep enough to break skin while his cock slammed into the hilt. Taehyung’s cry was sharp, juices gushed around Jeongguk’s shaft as the older omega’s pussy clenched tight in pleasure. Jeongguk growled against the fresh mark, licking over the blood and spit.

He pulled out only long enough to shove the older omega onto his back across the couch cushions, yanking the thick thighs even wider until the holes was fully on display, pussy glistening, slightly gaped, the clit throbbing and shiny. Jeongguk’s mouth watered so heavily he could not resist any longer. He dropped between his plush thighs and buried his face straight into the dripping cunt the way he had fantasized since the bathroom. His tongue shoved deep into the fluttering hole, nose pressed hard against the soft mound so he could breathe in nothing but slick and lewd scent. He tongue-fucked Taehyung, then sealed his lips around the clit and sucked hard, growling the entire time.

Taehyung’s back arched off the couch. Both hands flew to Jeongguk’s hair, not pushing away but holding on as the younger alpha devoured him. Jeongguk licked and slurped every drop of sweet slick, alternating between fucking his tongue deep and sucking the clit until the older omega was shaking violently. Spit and slick coated the lower half of Jeongguk’s face, he pulled back just far enough to spit directly onto the clit again before diving back in, nose-deep, growling and drinking until Taehyung’s thighs clamped around his head and a loud moan came. The older omega squirted hard across Jeongguk’s tongue, clear fluid gushing in pulsing waves that Jeongguk swallowed greedily, never lifting his mouth until Taehyung was a crying, trembling mess, pussy still fluttering and leaking.

Only then did Jeongguk rise back up, face shiny, and shove his thick cock back into the pussy hole in one smooth thrust. Taehyung sobbed softly at the stretch, oversensitive and still clenching. Jeongguk fucked him through it without mercy, his hand returning to the marked neck while the other pinned a thigh open. He leaned down until their mouths almost touched, pussy juices dripping from his chin onto Taehyung’s lips.

“It's delicious, right?” he asked, voice rough and mocking as his hips snapped harder, the fat head of his cock dragging over the sweet spot inside that made Taehyung’s eyes roll. “If you’re gonna play with her, why not play with my cock? My cock can take you to cloud nine.” He spat directly into Taehyung’s open mouth. “I’m going to fill this pussy until it overflows. Going to knot you right here and keep you locked on my cock while you drip my cum down your thighs. Maybe it’ll take. Maybe you’ll walk around with my pup in your belly while you still pretend you belong to her.”

The thought of knocking Taehyung up sent a fresh surge of heat down Jeongguk’s spine. His knot was already starting to swell at the base of his cock, catching on the entrance of the tight hole with every thrust. He fucked harder, chasing it, one hand sliding down to rub rough circles over the clit until Taehyung was shaking apart again. Jeongguk only growled and drove in deeper. He wanted the risk. He wanted the older omega pregnant.

When the knot finally locked, Jeongguk buried himself to the root and came with a growl, thick ropes of cum flooding Taehyung’s pussy. He kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as it would go while his teeth found the marked spot on Taehyung’s neck again and bit down harder. Taehyung’s orgasm hit him while he was locked full, pussy clamping around the thick knot, more clear fluid squirting out around the seal and soaking both of them. Jeongguk held him through it, hips still thrusting.

Even after the last pulse of cum left him, Jeongguk stayed buried deep, knot keeping them tied. He licked slowly over the fresh bite mark, then the trail of spit and tears on Taehyung’s cheek, then the corner of the older omega’s mouth.

Taehyung lay limp and trembling beneath him, eyes glassy, pussy stretched tight around the knot and already leaking faint cum whenever Jeongguk shifted. The older omega still looked half-confused, as if he could not quite believe the young alpha who had glared at him with open hatred for months had just fucked and marked him.

Jeongguk stared down at the wreck he had made and felt only satisfaction. He leaned in close one last time, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear while his cock stayed locked inside the fluttering heat.

“You look so pretty under me,” he murmured. He thrust his hips forward once more, forcing a soft whimper from Taehyung’s, and smiled against the marked skin. “And from now on, you’ll always be pretty under me.”

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This was originally just a drabble I wrote but I got requests to make it longer... like turn it into a proper chapter lol. I honestly don’t even know how it’ll turn out.

Anyway, if you have any requests, let me know! I’m sooo bored right now