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"Hyung," Jungkook murmured, fingers tracing the rim of his whiskey glass lazily, eyes fixed on Taehyung across the dinner table.
"You never told me how you and Jin-hyung met."
Taehyung laughed, soft and warm, the sound curling around Jungkook like smoke. He leaned back in his chair, the fabric of his sweater slipping just enough to reveal the delicate curve of his collarbone.
"What’s with the sudden curiosity? You’ve known us for years."
Jungkook shrugged, lips quirking into an easy grin, but his gaze didn’t waver; steady, intent.
"Just making conversation."
The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of silverware. Jin was upstairs, buried in work emails, leaving the two of them alone in the dim glow of the kitchen lights. Taehyung stretched, the hem of his shirt riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin above his waistband. Jungkook’s fingers twitched against his glass.
Taehyung took another sip of his wine, unaware of how the liquid darkened his lips, how Jungkook's gaze lingered there a second too long.
"Well," he began, voice light, "we met at a gallery opening. He spilled champagne on my favorite coat, panicked like he'd committed a crime, and spent the rest of the night apologizing with ridiculous over-the-top gestures. Bought me three new coats by the end of the week."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Typical Jin-hyung."
Jungkook hummed, tilting his glass toward the light as if studying the whiskey’s color, though his attention never truly left Taehyung.
"Sounds like him," he mused, voice low.
"Always compensating when he fucks up."
The words hung between them, weighted—not quite an insult, not quite innocent. Taehyung’s brows knit slightly, but before he could respond, Jungkook set the glass down with deliberate slowness.
"You ever think about what it’d be like if he didn’t? If he just... took what he wanted instead?"
A pause. The air thickened. Taehyung’s fingers tightened around his wineglass, knuckles whitening.
"What kind of question is that?" he asked, laughter still clinging to his words, but thinner now. Uneasy.
Jungkook leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, close enough that Taehyung could catch the alpha’s scent—dark, heated, something primal curling beneath the cologne.
"Just wondering," Jungkook murmured.
His knee brushed Taehyung’s under the table, deliberate.
"You’re so soft with him. Let him fuss over you. But I bet you’d melt even harder for someone who didn’t ask."
Taehyung’s breath hitched, just barely. He shifted back, putting space between them, but Jungkook followed, chair legs scraping against tile.
"Kook-ah," Taehyung started, voice firmer now, a warning, except Jungkook’s hand was suddenly on his thigh, fingers pressing in, possessive. Taehyung’s lips parted, a gasp trapped in his throat as Jungkook’s thumb traced the seam of his sweatpants, dangerously close to where the fabric hugged his cunt.
Taehyung's pulse thundered in his ears, his body frozen between the instinct to push Jungkook away and the treacherous warmth pooling low in his belly.
"Stop," he whispered, but it came out breathless, unconvincing even to his own ears. Jungkook's fingers didn't retreat but instead, they slid higher, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against the dampening fabric between Taehyung's thighs.
"You don't want me to stop," Jungkook murmured, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear as he leaned in closer.
The alpha's scent enveloped him, musky and thick with intent, making his head swim.
"I can smell how wet you are already. Bet Jin-hyung never gets you like this, does he?"
His teeth grazed Taehyung's earlobe, sharp enough to sting, and Taehyung's hips jerked involuntarily.
A whine caught in his throat, shame and desire twisting together. He should shove Jungkook off, should scream for Jin, but his body betrayed him, thighs trembling as Jungkook's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his sweats, tracing the slick heat of him.
"Fuck," Jungkook growled, his own breath ragged.
"You're dripping for me, hyung. Always knew you'd take an alpha's touch better than his pathetic courting."
Taehyung's nails dug into the tablecloth, the rational part of his brain screaming that this was wrong, that Jin was just upstairs—but then Jungkook's fingers curled inside him, blunt and demanding, and his back arched off the chair with a choked cry.
"Quiet," Jungkook hissed, palm slapping over Taehyung's mouth as he fucked him with his fingers, the wet sound obscene in the quiet kitchen.
"You don't want him to hear, do you? To know what a greedy little omega you are?"
Taehyung’s teeth sank into Jungkook’s palm to stifle another moan, his hips rocking helplessly against the alpha’s relentless fingers. Every drag of Jungkook’s knuckles inside him sent sparks up his spine, his cunt clenching around the intrusion like it was starving for it.
"Look at you," Jungkook breathed, his free hand gripping Taehyung’s hip hard enough to bruise.
"So fucking pretty when you’re desperate. Bet Jin’s never seen you like this—too busy worshipping you like some delicate thing."
He crooked his fingers, pressing against that spot that made Taehyung’s vision white out, and Taehyung sobbed against his hand, thighs shaking.
Upstairs, a door clicked shut, Jin’s footsteps muffled but unmistakable. Taehyung froze, panic slicing through the haze of pleasure, but Jungkook only smirked, twisting his fingers deeper.
"He’s coming down," he murmured, lips grazing Taehyung’s flushed cheek.
"Imagine if he saw you like this, bent over his own table, taking my fingers like you were made for it."
Taehyung whimpered, torn between horror and the filthy thrill of it, his body thrumming with adrenaline. Jungkook withdrew his hand with a slick sound, lifting his wet fingers to Taehyung’s lips.
"Clean them," he ordered, his voice low and rough.
"Or I’ll let him find out exactly what you’ve been doing."
Taehyung’s tongue darted out before he could think, lapping at the bitter-salt taste of himself on Jungkook’s skin. The alpha’s pupils blew wide, a growl rumbling in his chest as he shoved his fingers deeper into Taehyung’s mouth.
"Good omega," he purred, just as the kitchen door swung open.
Jin blinked at them, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up.
"Am I interrupting?" he asked, gaze flicking between Taehyung’s swollen lips and Jungkook’s proximity.
Jungkook leaned back smoothly, arm slung over the back of Taehyung’s chair like nothing had happened.
"Just convincing Taehyung-hyung to try that new whiskey with me," he said, grinning.
"He’s being stubborn."
Taehyung's throat worked around Jungkook's fingers, his tongue still pressed against the alpha's knuckles when Jin stepped closer. He jerked back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but the taste lingered—thick and shameful. His thighs were still trembling, sweat dampening the small of his back.
Jin frowned, glancing between them.
"You okay, baby?" he asked, reaching out to brush Taehyung’s bangs from his forehead.
The concern in his voice made Taehyung’s stomach twist.
"You’re flushed."
"Just the wine," Taehyung managed, his voice thin. He couldn’t meet Jin’s eyes, not with Jungkook’s smirk burning into the side of his face.
Jungkook stretched lazily, the picture of innocence, but his knee pressed against Taehyung’s thigh under the table—a silent reminder.
"Hyung was just telling me how you two met," he said, grinning up at Jin. "Romantic as hell."
Jin chuckled, oblivious to the tension coiled tight between them, and ruffled Jungkook’s hair affectionately.
"Yeah, well, someone had to make sure he didn’t walk around in a stained coat forever."
He leaned down to press a kiss to Taehyung’s temple, his scent, warm cedar and vanilla, washing over him. It should’ve been comforting. Instead, Taehyung’s skin prickled with guilt, his body still throbbing where Jungkook’s fingers had been moments ago.
Jungkook’s hand slid off the chair, fingertips brushing the back of Taehyung’s neck as Jin turned to grab a glass from the cabinet.
"You’re shaking," Jungkook murmured, low enough that only Taehyung could hear. His thumb traced the omega’s pulse point, slow and deliberate.
"Think you can take more?"
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his cunt clenching around nothing. He shouldn't; Jin was right there, humming as he poured himself a drink, but the alpha’s touch was like a brand, searing through his resolve. Jungkook’s fingers dipped beneath the collar of his sweater, nails scraping lightly over his mating gland, and Taehyung barely stifled a whimper.
Jin turned back, glass in hand, and frowned.
"You’re really warm, Tae. Maybe you should lie down?"
Jin's palm pressed against Taehyung's forehead, his brows knitting together.
"You're burning up," he murmured, thumb brushing Taehyung's cheekbone.
"Did your heat come early?"
The question was laced with concern, but Taehyung could only focus on the way Jungkook's fingers tightened possessively around the back of his neck, his scent spiking with something dark and satisfied.
Taehyung swallowed hard, his skin prickling under Jungkook's touch.
"I-I don't think so," he lied, pulse hammering as slick soaked through his sweats.
He knew this feverish ache too well; the telltale flush creeping down his chest, the way his cunt throbbed with every shift of his thighs. But his cycle wasn't due for weeks. Unless...
Jungkook's chuckle was a quiet rumble against his ear.
"Maybe stress triggered it," he offered smoothly, his free hand sliding under the table to grip Taehyung's knee.
"You've been working too hard, hyung." His fingers inched higher, blunt nails scraping the sensitive skin of Taehyung's inner thigh, and Taehyung bit his lip hard enough to taste copper.
Jin sighed, crouching beside Taehyung's chair.
"Let's get you to bed, baby."
His hands were gentle as they framed Taehyung's face, his thumbs wiping away the sweat beading at his temples. The tenderness made Taehyung's throat tighten, right before Jungkook's fingers dug into his thigh, a silent warning.
Jin’s fingers lingered on Taehyung’s cheeks, warm and steady, but the omega’s attention was ripped away when Jungkook’s palm slid higher beneath the table, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric between his thighs. Taehyung jerked, a gasp tearing from his throat before he could swallow it down. Jin blinked, pulling back slightly.
“Tae?”
“I’m… fine,” Taehyung choked out, thighs clamping around Jungkook’s wrist in a futile attempt to stop him. But the alpha only smirked, his fingers curling against Taehyung’s cunt through the damp material, the pressure just shy of painful.
“Just lightheaded.”
The lie tasted bitter, but the alternative, Jin finding out, seeing him like this, was worse.
Jungkook hummed, leaning back in his chair like nothing was amiss.
“Hyung’s right,” he said smoothly, eyes glinting with something predatory.
“You should rest. I’ll help him upstairs, Jin-hyung. You’ve got that report to finish, don’t you?”
Jin hesitated, gaze flicking between them, but Jungkook’s tone was convincingly casual.
“Yeah, but—”
Jin's protest died as Jungkook stood, his grip on Taehyung's arm deceptively gentle as he hauled the omega to his feet.
"Go ahead, hyung," Jungkook said, flashing Jin a disarmingly sweet smile. "I've got him."
Taehyung's legs nearly buckled—partly from the feverish haze of his sudden heat, partly from the way Jungkook's thumb was rubbing slow, filthy circles against his inner thigh.
Jin sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Alright, but call me if he gets worse."
He pressed a kiss to Taehyung's forehead, oblivious to the way his husband trembled under the touch. The moment Jin's footsteps faded up the stairs, Jungkook's grip turned vice-like, shoving Taehyung face-first against the kitchen counter.
"You smell delicious," Jungkook growled, nose dragging along the sweat-damp curve of Taehyung's neck.
His free hand yanked Taehyung's sweats down to his knees, the cool air hitting his slick-soaked cunt making him whimper.
"Fuck, look at you, dripping like you've been waiting for this."
His fingers slid through Taehyung's folds with a wet sound, teasing his entrance but not pushing in.
"Bet you've fantasized about this, huh? An alpha who doesn't bother with pretty words."
Taehyung's hips jerked back involuntarily, chasing the friction, but Jungkook tutted, pulling his hand away.
"Ah-ah. You don't get to come yet."
He spun Taehyung around, lifting him onto the counter with a grunt. The tiles were cold against Taehyung's bare thighs, but Jungkook's body was furnace-hot as he crowded between his legs, his cock straining against his jeans.
"First, you're gonna watch me undo my belt," he murmured, fingers making a show of unbuckling it slowly.
"And you're not gonna make a sound."
Taehyung’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s belt slid free with a sharp *snick*, the leather slithering through the loops like a snake shedding its skin. His thighs trembled, slick pooling beneath him on the granite countertop, the cold seeping into his skin—so different from the feverish heat coiling in his belly. Jungkook’s smirk was razor-edged as he tossed the belt aside, fingers toying with the button of his jeans.
"Eyes on me, omega," he commanded, voice low enough to vibrate through Taehyung’s bones.
The first button popped open. Taehyung’s nails dug into the edge of the counter, his cunt clenching around nothing as Jungkook’s zipper slid down agonizingly slow, revealing the thick outline of his cock straining against his boxers. Precome darkened the fabric, the scent of alpha musk thick enough to choke on. Jungkook hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pausing just to watch Taehyung’s throat bob.
"You’re dripping," he murmured, dragging a fingertip through the mess between Taehyung’s thighs.
"All for me. No one else gets to see you like this, do they?"
Taehyung shook his head, mute with shame and want, his chest heaving. Jungkook’s fingers gripped his chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
"Use your words."
"No," Taehyung gasped, the admission tearing out of him. "Only, only you."
Jungkook's growl was triumphant as he shoved his boxers down, his cock springing free—thick and flushed, the vein along its length pulsing with every heartbeat. Taehyung's breath stuttered at the sight, his thighs instinctively spreading wider, slick dripping down his inner thighs.
"Fuck, look at you," Jungkook hissed, gripping the base of his cock to slap it against Taehyung's clit, the slap obscenely loud in the quiet kitchen.
"Begging for it without even speaking. You want my dick in you so bad?"
Taehyung's hips jerked, a whimper caught in his throat as Jungkook rubbed the head of his cock through his soaked folds, teasing his entrance without pushing in.
"Please," he gasped, the word mangled with desperation, his fingers scrabbling at Jungkook's forearms.
The alpha's smirk was feral as he leaned in, his breath hot against Taehyung's lips.
"Please, what?" Jungkook murmured, his teeth scraping Taehyung's bottom lip.
"Use your words like the good little omega you are."
Taehyung's chest heaved, shame and need warring inside him—until Jungkook's cock pressed against his entrance, the blunt head stretching him just enough to make his vision blur.
"Fuck me," he sobbed, nails biting into Jungkook's skin. The alpha's groan was guttural as he surged forward, sheathing himself in one brutal thrust, Taehyung's cunt clenching around him like a vice.
Taehyung's back arched off the counter with a silent scream, his mouth falling open in a soundless cry as Jungkook bottomed out inside him. The stretch burned—Jungkook was big, thicker than Jin by far, and the sudden fullness punched the air from Taehyung’s lungs. Jungkook didn’t give him time to adjust, his hands clamping around Taehyung’s hips to yank him closer, the counter’s edge biting into his thighs.
"Fuck, you’re tight," Jungkook gritted out, his hips rolling in a shallow, filthy grind that rubbed Taehyung’s clit with every shift.
"Bet Jin never fills you up like this."
Taehyung’s nails scraped against Jungkook’s biceps, his body torn between shoving him away and pulling him deeper. Jungkook’s scent was overwhelming—alpha musk and something darker, something that made Taehyung’s cunt pulse around his cock in helpless greed.
"N-no!" he gasped, but the protest died when Jungkook pulled out halfway and slammed back in, the force jolting Taehyung’s body up the counter.
"You don’t want me to stop though, do you?," Jungkook snarled, his fingers digging bruises into Taehyung’s hips as he set a punishing pace, each thrust knocking choked whimpers from Taehyung’s throat. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the kitchen, Taehyung’s sweat-slicked chest heaving as Jungkook fucked into him with single-minded intensity.
"You love it. Can’t hide how your cunt sucks me in."
He punctuated the words with a sharp snap of his hips, the angle hitting a spot inside Taehyung that made his vision whiten.
Taehyung’s thighs trembled, his orgasm coiling tight in his belly, until Jungkook suddenly stilled, his cock twitching inside Taehyung but not moving.
"Ah-ah," Jungkook tutted, gripping Taehyung’s chin to force his gaze up.
"Did I say you could come?" His thumb swiped over Taehyung’s bottom lip, smearing the spit there.
"You take what I give you. Nothing more."
Taehyung's breath came in ragged gulps, his body quivering on the knife's edge of release, every nerve alight with denied pleasure. Jungkook's grip on his chin tightened, forcing their eyes to meet—the alpha's pupils blown black with hunger, his smirk sharp enough to cut.
"Say it," he murmured, rolling his hips in a slow, torturous grind that made Taehyung's toes curl.
"Say who owns this cunt."
The words lodged in Taehyung's throat, sticky with shame. Jungkook's fingers slid down to wrap around his throat, not squeezing—just holding, a silent threat. His cock twitched inside Taehyung, the faintest movement that had him arching off the counter with a broken gasp.
"You," Taehyung choked out, the admission tearing free like a splinter. "It's—it's yours."
Jungkook's growl vibrated through Taehyung's chest as he finally, started moving again, his thrusts deep and measured now, each one dragging against Taehyung's oversensitive walls.
"Louder."
"Yours," Taehyung sobbed, his fingers tangling in Jungkook's shirt as the alpha's pace turned brutal, the counter rattling beneath them. Jungkook's teeth sank into his shoulder, right over his mating gland, and Taehyung's vision whited out—his orgasm ripped from him with a force that left him shuddering, his cunt clenching around Jungkook's cock in helpless pulses.
Jungkook didn’t let up, fucking Taehyung through his climax with ruthless precision, his hips pistoning even as Taehyung’s body twitched with oversensitivity.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand fisting in Taehyung’s hair to yank his head back.
“Take it. Take what I give you.”
His thrusts turned erratic, the wet slap of skin filling the kitchen, and Taehyung could only whimper, his cunt fluttering around Jungkook’s cock as the alpha chased his own release.
The first hot spill of Jungkook’s come had Taehyung gasping, his body instinctively arching to take it deeper, his thighs trembling where they hooked around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook groaned, low and satisfied, his teeth scraping Taehyung’s throat as he ground his hips in tight circles, milking every last drop into him.
“Fuck,” he panted, pulling back just enough to watch his own spend drip from Taehyung’s swollen cunt.
“Look at that. You are mine.”
Taehyung’s chest heaved, his mind still hazy with pleasure and guilt, but Jungkook didn’t give him time to recover. He slid two fingers into Taehyung’s mess, scooping up his own come before shoving them into Taehyung’s mouth.
“Clean it,” he ordered, thumb pressing down on Taehyung’s tongue. The taste was bitter, salt-sharp, and Taehyung’s stomach twisted even as his lips closed around Jungkook’s fingers obediently.
Footsteps creaked on the stairs—Jin was descending again. Jungkook’s grin was sharp as he pulled his fingers free with a wet *pop*, wiping them on Taehyung’s ruined sweats.
“Better get dressed, omega,” he murmured, stepping back to fasten his jeans with infuriating calm.
“Unless you want him to see how well you took my knot.”
Taehyung scrambled off the counter, his legs nearly giving out as he yanked his sweats up with trembling fingers. The fabric clung to his slick-drenched thighs, the dampness impossible to hide, but Jungkook only chuckled, adjusting himself leisurely before sauntering to the fridge.
The kitchen door swung open just as Taehyung managed to slump into a chair, his breath still uneven. Jin paused, his gaze flickering between them, Jungkook sipping orange juice like he hadn’t just wrecked Taehyung on their kitchen counter and Taehyung’s flushed face, his lips bitten raw.
"You okay?" Jin asked, stepping closer to brush Taehyung’s damp bangs aside.
"Fine," Taehyung croaked, flinching when Jungkook’s foot nudged his ankle under the table—a silent way of telling him to behave.
Jin frowned, thumb tracing Taehyung’s cheekbone.
"You’re shaking."
Jungkook cleared his throat, setting the juice carton down with deliberate nonchalance.
"Heat's hitting him hard," he offered smoothly, eyes flicking to Taehyung's trembling fingers.
"Should probably get him to bed, hyung."
Jin's frown deepened, but concern won out as he scooped Taehyung into his arms, the omega's sweat-damp sweater clinging to his frame.
"Christ, you're burning up," Jin murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple. The tenderness made Taehyung's stomach knot, especially when Jungkook's smirk flashed behind Jin's back, fingers twitching like he was already plotting his next move.
Halfway up the stairs, Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's scent, thick with satisfaction, drifted up from the kitchen. His cunt throbbed, still stretched and sore, slick leaking into his sweats despite his shame. Jin nudged their bedroom door open with his hip, laying Taehyung down gently.
"Let me get your suppressants," he said, brushing Taehyung's bangs back.
The moment Jin disappeared into the bathroom, the mattress dipped behind Taehyung. Jungkook's lips grazed his ear, his voice a velvet threat.
"Think he'll notice my come dripping out of you?"
His palm slid under Taehyung's sweater, rough fingers pinching a nipple. Taehyung arched with a silent gasp, his body betraying him again as his hips rocked back against Jungkook's thigh.
Taehyung’s breath stuttered as Jungkook’s fingers twisted his nipple, the sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to his still-throbbing cunt. His hips jerked involuntarily, grinding against Jungkook’s thigh, slick soaking through his sweats onto the alpha’s jeans. “Stop,” he whispered, voice cracking, but Jungkook only chuckled, his free hand sliding down to palm Taehyung through the damp fabric.
“You’re dripping again,” Jungkook murmured, lips dragging along Taehyung’s nape.
“Already? Filthy omega.”
His fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow circles that had Taehyung biting his fist to stifle a whimper. The bathroom faucet turned off—Jin was coming back. Jungkook’s touch vanished as suddenly as it had come, leaving Taehyung shuddering, his skin prickling with the ghost of the alpha’s heat.
Jin reappeared with a glass of water and suppressants, his brow furrowed.
“Here, baby,” he said, helping Taehyung sit up.
The pills tasted like chalk on Taehyung’s tongue, the water doing little to wash away the bitterness or the taste of Jungkook’s skin, still lingering in his mouth. Jin’s fingers brushed his throat as he tipped the glass, his touch so careful, so unlike the bruising grip Jungkook had left there minutes ago.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Jin fuss over Taehyung with a smirk that made Taehyung’s stomach twist.
“He’ll be fine, hyung,” Jungkook drawled, pushing off the wall to clap Jin on the shoulder.
“Just needs rest.” His fingers lingered a second too long, his gaze locking with Taehyung’s over Jin’s shoulder—a promise.
This isn’t over.
The suppressants settled like lead in Taehyung’s stomach, but they couldn’t dull the feverish heat still coiled low in his gut—not with Jungkook’s scent clinging to his skin, thick and heady. Jin smoothed the blankets over Taehyung’s lap, his touch achingly gentle.
“Sleep it off, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s forehead. “I’ll check on you later.”
Taehyung nodded, throat tight, his fingers twisting the sheets as Jin straightened. Jungkook lingered by the door, his smirk a blade in the dim light. The moment Jin’s footsteps faded down the hall, Jungkook was on him—pinning Taehyung to the mattress with a hand around his throat, his knee nudging Taehyung’s thighs apart.
“Think you can pretend now?” he whispered, thumb stroking the pulse fluttering beneath Taehyung’s skin.
“When you still smell like me?”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily as Jungkook’s free hand slid under his sweater, calloused fingers tracing the bruises he’d left earlier.
“J-Jin—”
“Is working,” Jungkook interrupted, nipping at Taehyung’s jaw.
“And you,” His fingers dipped below Taehyung’s waistband, brushing through the slick still leaking from his cunt. “—are mine.”
Jungkook’s fingers curled inside Taehyung without warning, pressing deep into the swollen, overstimulated flesh. Taehyung’s back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from his throat as his body convulsed—too soon, too much, but Jungkook didn’t care. His breath was hot against Taehyung’s ear, his voice a rough whisper.
"Already so fucking ruined for him."
Taehyung’s nails dug into the sheets, his hips jerking helplessly as Jungkook scissored his fingers, stretching him wider, the slick sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"Please," he gasped, but Jungkook only chuckled, twisting his fingers just shy of cruel.
"Please what?" he murmured, dragging his tongue along the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
"Want me to fuck you again? Right here in his bed?"
His thumb pressed down on Taehyung’s clit, and the omega’s vision whited out, his thighs clamping around Jungkook’s wrist as he came with a shuddering gasp.
Jungkook didn’t let up, working him through the aftershocks until Taehyung was whimpering, oversensitive and raw.
"Look at you," he breathed, pulling his glistening fingers free to smear Taehyung’s own slick across his lips.
"Disgusting."
Taehyung turned his face away from Jungkook’s slick-coated fingers, but the alpha caught his jaw in a bruising grip, forcing his mouth open.
"Lick," he ordered, pressing his fingers against Taehyung’s tongue.
The taste was bitter and shameful—his own slick mingled with Jungkook’s come, but Taehyung’s tongue moved obediently, cleaning every drop as Jungkook watched with hooded eyes.
"Good boy," he murmured, thumb tracing Taehyung’s lower lip before pulling away.
The bed dipped as Jungkook shifted, his knee pressing between Taehyung’s thighs, spreading them wider despite Taehyung’s feeble resistance.
"You’re still so fucking wet," he mused, fingers trailing down Taehyung’s stomach to rub slow circles over his clit through the damp fabric of his sweats. Taehyung bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure sparked through his oversensitive nerves.
"Stop-" he gasped, but Jungkook only smirked, increasing the pressure.
"Your pussy says otherwise," Jungkook murmured, leaning down to nip at Taehyung’s collarbone. “It wants my dick in it so fucking bad”, he continues, his fingers dipping into his wet slit and rubbing at the entrance teasingly, causing Taehyung to cry out in frustration, his hips canting upward to chase more friction from Jungkook’s calloused fingers.
His free hand slid under Taehyung’s sweater, pinching a nipple between his fingers, the sharp sting pulling another whimper from Taehyung’s throat.
"You think Jin would ever make you feel like this?" He punctuated the question with a harsh twist of Taehyung’s nipple, his other hand finally pushing Taehyung’s sweats down past his hips.
Taehyung’s breath hitched as cool air hit his bare skin, his thighs trembling where Jungkook had them spread open. The alpha’s gaze was heavy as he took in the sight—Taehyung’s cunt swollen and flushed, slick glistening on his inner thighs.
"Fuck," Jungkook breathed, dragging a fingertip through the mess. "You look so pretty like this, so ruined for me."
Taehyung’s breath stuttered as Jungkook’s fingers traced his slick-soaked folds, the touch feather-light yet unbearable.
"P-please," he gasped, thighs trembling where they were forced apart, his body arching despite himself. Jungkook’s chuckle was dark, his thumb circling Taehyung’s clit in slow, torturous strokes.
"Please what?" Jungkook murmured, his other hand gripping Taehyung’s hip hard enough to bruise.
"You want me to stop?" His fingers dipped inside Taehyung without warning, curling against that spot that made Taehyung’s vision white out. Taehyung’s back bowed off the bed, a silent scream caught in his throat as his cunt clenched around Jungkook’s fingers.
"Liar," Jungkook growled, scissoring his fingers wider, the stretch burning deliciously. "You’d come on my fingers again if I told you to."
Down the hall, Jin’s office door creaked open, and footsteps were approaching. Taehyung froze, panic slicing through the haze of pleasure, but Jungkook didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts turned rougher, his palm grinding against Taehyung’s clit with every movement.
"J-Jungkook—" Taehyung choked out, fingers scrabbling at the alpha’s wrist.
Jungkook leaned down, his breath hot against Taehyung’s ear.
"Quiet," he whispered, teeth scraping Taehyung’s earlobe. "Or do you want him to hear how needy your little pussy is for me?"
His fingers crooked sharply, and Taehyung’s hips jerked, a broken sob tearing from his lips as his cunt fluttered around Jungkook’s hand.
The footsteps paused outside the bedroom door—Taehyung’s entire body locked up, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s fingers as Jin’s shadow darkened the threshold. Jungkook didn’t pull away, his fingers still buried deep inside Taehyung, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against his clit.
"Hyung?" Jungkook called, voice dripping with false concern, his other hand sliding under Taehyung’s sweater to pinch his nipple hard. Taehyung bit down on his own wrist to stifle a whimper.
Jin’s silhouette shifted in the doorway.
"I forgot my charger," he murmured, stepping inside. Taehyung’s breath hitched—if Jin came any closer, he’d see the way Jungkook’s wrist moved under the blankets, the way Taehyung’s thighs trembled with suppressed pleasure.
Jungkook’s fingers twisted inside him, pressing mercilessly against his swollen walls.
"He’s asleep," Jungkook lied smoothly, his thumb flicking Taehyung’s clit just as Jin’s footsteps neared the bed. Taehyung’s vision blurred, his hips bucking involuntarily against Jungkook’s hand as his orgasm crested; silent, violent, his cunt pulsing around Jungkook’s fingers as Jin leaned over to grab the charger from the nightstand.
Jin's fingers brushed Taehyung's forehead, too warm, too close, as he retrieved the charger. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his breathing to slow despite the slick-drenched mess between his thighs, Jungkook's fingers still working him open in slow, cruel circles under the covers.
"Still burning up," Jin murmured, his thumb smoothing Taehyung's damp bangs aside. The tenderness made Taehyung's stomach twist.
Jungkook's fingers curled deeper, his palm grinding against Taehyung's clit with deliberate pressure. Taehyung's toes curled, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle a moan as pleasure coiled tight in his belly.
"He'll be fine," Jungkook said, his voice honey-sweet, his fingers anything but. "Just needs rest."
Jin sighed, straightening.
"Call me if he gets worse."
The bed dipped as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple—right as Jungkook's thumb flicked his clit in a sharp, punishing rhythm. Taehyung's hips jerked, his cunt clenching around Jungkook's fingers as his orgasm ripped through him, silent and searing. Jin pulled away, oblivious to the way Taehyung's thighs trembled under the blankets, his breath coming in ragged hitches.
The moment the door clicked shut, Jungkook yanked the covers back, his gaze raking over Taehyung's wrecked body—sweat-slicked chest heaving, cunt still fluttering around his fingers.
"Pathetic," he murmured, dragging his wet fingers down Taehyung's sternum. "Coming untouched just from being close to getting caught."
His free hand gripped Taehyung's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "You liked it."
Jungkook's fingers lingered in Taehyung's cunt, twisting lazily as the omega shuddered through the aftershocks, his thighs twitching against the alpha’s wrist.
"Look at you," Jungkook murmured, his breath hot against Taehyung's throat. "Still fucking yourself on my hand like a whore."
Taehyung's hips jerked involuntarily, a broken whimper escaping as Jungkook's thumb brushed his oversensitive clit.
"Shh," Jungkook crooned, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's pulse point. "Wouldn’t want Jin-hyung to hear, would we?"
Jin’s footsteps faded down the hall, and Jungkook’s grip on Taehyung’s jaw tightened.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, yanking the blankets off entirely. Taehyung’s breath hitched as cool air hit his sweat-slicked skin, his thighs instinctively clamping together, but Jungkook wedged a knee between them, forcing them apart.
“I said don’t.”
Jungkook’s tongue licked a hot stripe up Taehyung’s inner thigh, slow and deliberate, pausing to nip at the delicate skin. Taehyung’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his hips jerking involuntarily as Jungkook’s breath ghosted over his soaked cunt.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, nose nudging Taehyung’s clit before his tongue flattened against it in one broad, wet stroke.
Taehyung arched off the bed with a silent scream, his thighs trembling where Jungkook pinned them open. The alpha’s tongue was relentless—flicking, sucking, circling his clit with pinpoint precision until Taehyung’s vision blurred, his toes curling into the mattress. Jungkook’s hands slid up to squeeze Taehyung’s chest, fingers kneading the soft flesh roughly, thumbs brushing over his nipples in harsh, teasing circles.
“So fucking pretty,” Jungkook muttered against his cunt, lips smearing slick everywhere. He sucked Taehyung’s clit into his mouth, teeth grazing the swollen bud just enough to make Taehyung’s back bow off the bed.
Jungkook’s tongue plunged lower, licking into Taehyung’s entrance with a filthy groan, his nose pressed tight against his clit. Taehyung’s thighs shook, his fingers scrabbling at Jungkook’s hair—whether to push him away or pull him closer, he didn’t know. Jungkook’s hands left his chest to grip Taehyung’s hips, yanking him down onto his tongue as he fucked into him with rough, wet strokes. The sound was obscene—slick, open-mouthed, Jungkook’s lips glistening with Taehyung’s arousal.
Taehyung’s breath hitched when Jungkook’s fingers returned to his chest, pinching his nipples hard enough to make him gasp. Jungkook hummed against his cunt, the vibration sending sparks up Taehyung’s spine.
“You look so pretty like this, legs spread out for me.,” Jungkook growled, tongue swirling around Taehyung’s clit before sucking it harshly. His fingers twisted Taehyung’s nipples, tugging sharply. “You like how good I’m eating this greedy little pussy out?"
Taehyung’s thighs clamped around Jungkook’s head involuntarily, his cunt pulsing around nothing as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. Jungkook chuckled darkly, his tongue lapping at Taehyung’s entrance before plunging back in, fucking him deep. His fingers pinched Taehyung’s nipples in time with his thrusts, the sharp sting blending with the overwhelming pleasure until Taehyung couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Jungkook’s lips sealed around Taehyung’s clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicked rapidly—once, twice—and Taehyung’s vision whited out. His cunt clenched around nothing, his back arching off the bed as he came with a silent scream, slick gushing out of him in a hot rush. Jungkook groaned against him, tongue lapping up every drop as Taehyung’s body convulsed, his thighs trembling where they trapped Jungkook’s head.
“Fuck,” Jungkook panted, pulling back just enough to watch Taehyung’s cunt flutter, slick still dripping from him. He dragged his tongue through the mess, collecting it on his fingers before shoving them into Taehyung’s mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered, thumb pressing down on Taehyung’s tongue. The taste was bittersweet, salt-sharp, and Taehyung’s stomach twisted even as his lips closed around Jungkook’s fingers obediently.
The office door clicked shut from down the hall and Jungkook wasted no time. He dragged Taehyung upright by the hair, forcing him onto his knees on the carpet. The alpha’s belt buckle glinted in the dim light as he unfastened it, the leather sliding free with a whisper. Taehyung’s throat tightened at the sight of Jungkook’s cock, already half-hard again, jutting toward his face.
"Open," Jungkook commanded, tapping the swollen head against Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung hesitated, glancing at the door. Jungkook’s grip tightened.
"You think he’s coming back to save you?" He smirked, thumb pressing into the hollow of Taehyung’s cheek.
"He’s in his office with noise-canceling headphones. You could scream, and he wouldn’t hear a thing."
The words dripped with smug certainty.
Taehyung’s lips parted, and Jungkook shoved forward, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of Taehyung’s throat. He gagged instantly, tears pricking his eyes as Jungkook held him in place.
"Breathe through your nose," Jungkook murmured, petting Taehyung’s hair like he was soothing a skittish animal. His hips snapped forward without warning, forcing Taehyung to take him deeper, his nose pressed flush against Jungkook’s pelvis.
Taehyung’s hands flew to Jungkook’s thighs, nails digging in as he choked, spit dribbling down his chin. Jungkook groaned, tilting Taehyung’s head back to watch his throat bulge around the intrusion.
"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, pulling out just enough to let Taehyung gasp before slamming back in. The rhythm was brutal—no finesse, just possession. Jungkook’s fingers were tangled in Taehyung’s hair like reins.
Jungkook's thrusts grew erratic, his grip on Taehyung's hair tightening as he fucked into his throat with punishing snaps of his hips. Tears streaked Taehyung's flushed cheeks, his lips stretched obscenely around Jungkook's girth, spit slicking the alpha's cock with every ragged breath he managed through his nose.
"Fuck, fuck!" Jungkook hissed, his free hand gripping Taehyung's jaw to hold him still as he bottomed out, his cock twitching deep in Taehyung's throat. The omega gagged, his cunt clenching around nothing as Jungkook spilled down his throat with a groan, hot and bitter.
Jungkook didn't pull out immediately, instead grinding his hips lazily against Taehyung's face, forcing him to swallow every drop. When he finally withdrew, Taehyung gasped, his chest heaving as spit and come dripped from his swollen lips. Jungkook wiped his cock on Taehyung's cheek, smearing the mess across his skin.
"Good boy," he murmured, thumb pressing against Taehyung's lower lip. The praise burned worse than the abuse.
Jungkook hauled Taehyung up by the hair, his lips curling at the sight of the omega’s ruined face—tear-streaked, lips swollen, chin glistening with spit and come.
"Look at you," he murmured, dragging Taehyung’s limp body onto the bed. His fingers traced the bruises blooming on Taehyung’s thighs, pressing just hard enough to make him whimper.
"Pretty fucking wreck."
The alpha’s hands slid under Taehyung’s sweater, palming his chest roughly, thumbs brushing over his sensitive nipples. Taehyung arched despite himself, a broken noise catching in his throat as Jungkook pinched hard.
"Still so fucking responsive," Jungkook mused, leaning down to bite at Taehyung’s collarbone.
"Even after all that."
His knee nudged Taehyung’s thighs apart, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against Taehyung’s oversensitive cunt.
Taehyung flinched, hips jerking away instinctively, but Jungkook caught his waist, holding him still.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he murmured, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear. His hand slid down, fingers dipping between Taehyung’s thighs to gather the slick still leaking from him.
"You’re still so fucking wet, fucking dripping for me," Jungkook breathed, smearing the wetness across Taehyung’s lower belly. "Like a fucking slut."
Down the hall, Jin’s office chair creaked—the faint sound of typing drifting through the walls. Jungkook’s grin was sharp as he pressed a finger to Taehyung’s lips.
"Quiet," he whispered, pushing his finger into Taehyung’s mouth. "Unless you want him to hear how desperate you are for me."
Jungkook’s fingers curled inside Taehyung’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue in a mockery of tenderness.
“Swallow,” he murmured, watching the way Taehyung’s throat worked around the taste of him—bitter and shameful.
The alpha’s other hand slid between Taehyung’s thighs, fingers spreading the slick pooling there with deliberate cruelty.
“Fuck, i have ruined you os good. Jin will never be able to undo it,” Jungkook breathed, dragging his wet fingertips up Taehyung’s trembling stomach.
“Can’t even think about my touch without getting wet now, can you?”
Taehyung shook his head, eyes squeezing shut as Jungkook’s fingers circled his clit in slow, taunting strokes. The pleasure was unbearable—sharp and insistent, coiling tight in his belly despite the overstimulation. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down to bite at Taehyung’s nipple through the thin fabric of his sweater.
“Pathetic,” he muttered against the damp material, teeth scraping the sensitive peak. “Bet you’d come just from me looking at you.”
The bedroom door creaked—Jin’s footsteps pausing outside. Taehyung froze, his breath catching in his throat, but Jungkook didn’t stop. If anything, his fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing hard against Taehyung’s clit in rough, uneven circles.
“J-Jungkook!” Taehyung gasped, hips jerking involuntarily, his thighs clamping around Jungkook’s wrist.
“Quiet,” Jungkook growled, his free hand clamping over Taehyung’s mouth. The alpha’s hips rutted against Taehyung’s thigh, his cock hard again, the damp fabric of his jeans rubbing against Taehyung’s skin.
“You move, and he’ll see exactly what you are.” His fingers twisted inside Taehyung, curling ruthlessly against that spot that made his vision blur.
Taehyung's breath stuttered against Jungkook's palm, his body strung tight between terror and pleasure as Jin’s shadow lingered outside the door. The alpha’s fingers never relented, fucking into him with cruel precision, his thumb grinding against Taehyung’s clit in jagged circles. Tears blurred Taehyung’s vision—whether from the brutal stimulation or the shame, he couldn’t tell—but his cunt pulsed around Jungkook’s fingers anyway, slick gushing out in a hot rush.
Jungkook’s lips curled against his ear.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Come for me quietly.”
His fingers crooked sharply, and Taehyung’s back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing through him as his orgasm ripped through his oversensitive body. Jin’s footsteps moved away down the hall, oblivious, just as Taehyung’s thighs clamped around Jungkook’s wrist, his cunt fluttering helplessly around the alpha’s fingers.
Jungkook didn’t pull away, working him through the aftershocks until Taehyung was sobbing silently into his palm, his hips jerking with oversensitivity.
“What a pervert you are,” Jungkook breathed, finally withdrawing his glistening fingers to smear Taehyung’s own slick across his parted lips.
“Coming untouched just from the risk of getting caught.”
His thumb pressed down on Taehyung’s tongue, forcing him to taste himself.
“You crave me, don’t you?”
Jungkook hauled Taehyung up by the hips, flipping him onto his stomach with a rough shove. The omega’s chest hit the mattress, his ass lifting involuntarily, his cunt still dripping onto the sheets. Jungkook’s jeans rasped against Taehyung’s inner thighs as he settled between them, his cock jutting thick and heavy against Taehyung’s swollen folds.
“Still so open for me,” Jungkook mused, dragging the head of his cock through the mess of slick between Taehyung’s thighs. “Like a whore.”
Jungkook's hands gripped Taehyung's hips hard enough to bruise, his nails digging crescent moons into the omega’s trembling skin.
"Tell me," he growled, dragging the thick head of his cock through Taehyung’s slick, teasing his entrance without pushing in.
"Tell me who owns this cunt."
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his fingers twisting in the sheets as he tried to arch away—only for Jungkook to yank him back, his pelvis slamming against Taehyung’s ass.
"Don’t fucking play dumb," Jungkook hissed, biting the nape of Taehyung’s neck, his canines scraping the mating gland.
"Say it."
The alpha’s cock pressed forward, the stretch burning impossibly wide after so many rounds already. Taehyung choked on a sob, his spine bowing as Jungkook bottomed out in one brutal thrust.
"Y-you," he gasped, the word punched out of him as Jungkook pulled back and slammed in again, the slap of skin obscenely loud in the quiet room. "Yours—ah!"
Jungkook’s laugh was dark, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, each thrust forcing Taehyung’s chest into the mattress.
"Louder," he demanded, fingers threading through Taehyung’s hair to wrench his head back.
"Want Jin-hyung to hear you confess.”
Jungkook’s hips snapped forward with a brutal finality, his cock buried to the hilt as Taehyung’s body arched off the bed—mouth open in a silent scream, his cunt clenching around Jungkook in helpless spasms. The alpha’s grip on his hair tightened, forcing Taehyung’s head back further, his throat exposed as Jungkook’s teeth scraped his mating gland.
“Say it again,” he growled, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles.
“Yours,” Taehyung gasped, the word ragged and broken. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his thighs trembling where Jungkook’s knees pinned them apart. “All yours, please fuck me harder!”
Jungkook’s laugh was low and satisfied, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear as his thrusts turned jagged, erratic.
“Damn right,” he murmured, one hand sliding down to grip Taehyung’s throat, his thumb pressing against his pulse.
“And when Jin fucks you,” He punctuated the sentence with a sharp snap of his hips, the sound wet and obscene." You'll be thinking of me.”
Taehyung’s vision whited out as Jungkook’s cockhead dragged over that spot inside him—rough, relentless, the stretch bordering on pain. His cunt pulsed around Jungkook, slick gushing out in a hot rush, but the alpha didn’t slow. If anything, his pace turned more punishing, his fingers digging bruises into Taehyung’s hips as he fucked him into the mattress.
Jungkook's rhythm faltered—his hips stuttering as Taehyung's cunt squeezed him tight, the wet drag of skin against skin deafening in the charged silence. The alpha's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around Taehyung's throat just enough to make his pulse flutter under the pressure.
"Fuck! Look at you," Jungkook snarled, his free hand sliding down to grope Taehyung's chest, fingers pinching a nipple harshly. "Taking me like you were made for it."
Taehyung's whimper was muffled against the mattress, his body strung taut between pleasure and shame as Jungkook's cock throbbed inside him, the thick heat unbearable. The alpha's thrusts grew sloppy, his hips jerking forward with ragged desperation, each movement punching another broken sound from Taehyung's lips.
Jungkook's teeth sank into Taehyung's shoulder—not quite a mating bite, but deep enough to bleed, the sharp pain lancing through him like lightning. Taehyung's back arched violently, his cunt clenching around Jungkook's cock as his orgasm ripped through him with brutal force, slick gushing out around the alpha's thrusting length.
Jungkook groaned, his hips slamming forward one final time before he stilled, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside Taehyung with a low, satisfied growl. His grip on Taehyung's throat loosened just enough to let him gasp for air, his lungs burning as Jungkook's come flooded him, hot and sticky.
Jungkook didn’t pull out immediately, hips grinding lazily against Taehyung’s ass as he milked the last of his orgasm, his come dripping out around his softening cock. Taehyung shuddered, his thighs twitching where they were pinned apart, the wet slide of Jungkook’s spend trailing down his inner thighs obscenely audible.
“Look at that,” Jungkook murmured, dragging a finger through the mess and holding it up to Taehyung’s face. The omega flinched, eyes squeezing shut, but Jungkook pinched his chin, forcing his head back. “Open.” Taehyung’s lips parted obediently, and Jungkook shoved his fingers inside, smearing the bitter taste across his tongue. “Swallow.”
Taehyung’s throat worked, the aftertaste clinging to his palate as Jungkook watched with dark satisfaction. The alpha finally pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening with Taehyung’s slick and his own release. He wiped himself off on Taehyung’s thigh, leaving sticky streaks behind, before yanking the omega onto his back.
Jungkook’s hand slid between Taehyung’s legs, fingers pressing against his swollen entrance, gathering the come still leaking out. Taehyung whimpered, oversensitive, but Jungkook ignored it, pushing two fingers back inside with a rough thrust.
“Gonna keep you full,” he muttered, twisting his fingers deeper, watching Taehyung’s stomach flutter with the intrusion. “So even when he fucks you, you’ll still feel me.”
Jungkook's fingers curled inside Taehyung, pressing deeper as the omega's thighs twitched, his cunt clenching reflexively around the intrusion.
"Fuck—" Taehyung gasped, his head tipping back against the sheets, the stretch bordering on painful after so many rounds. Jungkook smirked, dragging his fingers out slowly just to shove them back in with a wet slap, watching Taehyung's stomach jump with each thrust.
"Tell me," Jungkook murmured, his free hand wrapping around Taehyung's throat, not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to remind him who was in control.
"Tell me you love it."
His fingers twisted, the pads rubbing deliberately against Taehyung's oversensitive walls, coaxing another weak pulse of slick around his knuckles.
Taehyung's lips parted—whether to protest or plead, even he didn't know—but Jungkook's grip tightened, his thumb pressing down on Taehyung's windpipe. "Ah-ah," he chided, leaning down to lick a stripe up Taehyung's sweat-slicked chest.
"Don't lie to me." His fingers crooked sharply, and Taehyung's back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from his lips as his cunt fluttered around Jungkook's hand.
Jungkook chuckled, withdrawing his fingers to smear Taehyung's own slick across his parted lips.
"Pathetic," he breathed, watching Taehyung's tongue dart out instinctively to taste himself. "You crave it."
His palm pressed down on Taehyung's lower belly, right where his cock had been buried moments ago, and Taehyung whimpered at the dull ache, the heat of Jungkook's spend still inside him.
The bedroom door creaked again—just slightly—and Taehyung's breath hitched, his entire body tensing beneath Jungkook's weight. But the alpha didn't even glance up, his lips curled in a lazy smirk as he pressed down harder on Taehyung's belly, forcing a choked gasp from the omega's throat.
"Relax," Jungkook murmured, his free hand sliding up to pinch Taehyung's nipple, twisting just enough to make him squirm.
"Just the house settling." His fingers trailed lower, dipping into the mess between Taehyung's thighs with deliberate slowness.
"Or maybe Jin-hyung is finally realizing what a whore he married."
Taehyung's stomach twisted, his nails digging into Jungkook's forearm as the alpha's fingers circled his swollen clit, the touch featherlight but unbearable after so many orgasms. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down to bite at Taehyung's collarbone, his teeth leaving red marks in their wake.
"You're shaking," he observed, dragging his tongue over the fresh bruises. "Still so sensitive." His fingers pressed harder, rubbing tight, rapid circles that had Taehyung's hips jerking off the bed within seconds.
"Bet you could come again just like this."
Down the hall, Jin's office chair scraped against the floor—a muffled curse following the sound of something clattering. Taehyung froze, his breath catching, but Jungkook didn't pause, his fingers moving faster, his thumb flicking Taehyung's clit with ruthless precision.
"Focus," he ordered, his breath hot against Taehyung's ear. "Eyes on me."
His free hand gripped Taehyung's chin, forcing their gazes to lock just as his fingers crooked inside him, pressing against that spot that made Taehyung's vision blur.
The omega's back arched violently, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream as his cunt clenched around Jungkook's fingers, slick gushing out in a hot rush. Jungkook groaned, watching Taehyung's stomach flutter with the force of his orgasm, his thighs trembling where they were splayed open.
"Fuck," he breathed, dragging his fingers out slowly, smearing the mess across Taehyung's lower belly. "You're still so fucking wet”
Jungkook's fingers trailed down Taehyung's quivering stomach, dipping into the slick pooling between his thighs with a wet sound that made the omega flinch.
"Still so hungry for my dick," he mused, pressing two fingers back inside without warning, Taehyung's cunt clenching tight around the intrusion instantly.
“Even after all that." His thumb rubbed rough circles against Taehyung's oversensitive clit, dragging another broken whimper from his swollen lips.
Down the hall, Jin's footsteps paused—too close, just outside the bedroom door—and Taehyung's breath hitched, his entire body locking up beneath Jungkook's weight. The alpha didn't falter, his fingers curling deeper, the squelch of slick obscenely loud in the charged silence.
"Breathe," Jungkook murmured against Taehyung's throat, his teeth scraping the tender skin where his bite mark bloomed purple and angry. "Or do you want him to hear?"
Taehyung's nails dug into Jungkook's shoulders, his thighs trembling where they were forced apart, his cunt pulsing around Jungkook's fingers in a helpless, shameful rhythm. The doorknob rattled—just slightly—and Jungkook's grin was all teeth as he leaned down to lick into Taehyung's mouth, his fingers fucking into him with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"He's going to smell me on you," he whispered against Taehyung's lips, his thumb pressing down hard on Taehyung's clit. "Going to taste me in your cunt when he fucks you tonight."
The door creaked open, just an inch—and Taehyung's vision whited out as Jungkook's fingers twisted inside him, his thumb grinding against his clit in brutal, uneven circles. Jin's voice floated in, hesitant.
"Tae? You okay?"
Taehyung’s breath seized in his throat, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s fingers as Jin’s shadow stretched across the bedroom floor. Jungkook didn’t pull away—if anything, he pressed deeper, his palm grinding against Taehyung’s oversensitive clit with deliberate cruelty.
“Answer him,” Jungkook mouthed against Taehyung’s ear, his teeth nipping the lobe.
“F-fine,” Taehyung choked out, his voice ragged. He barely recognized it as his own. Jin’s silhouette hesitated in the doorway, and Taehyung’s stomach lurched as Jungkook’s fingers curled inside him, the wet sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.
“You sure?” Jin’s voice was laced with concern. “You sound off.”
Jungkook’s thumb circled Taehyung’s clit faster, his other hand clamping over Taehyung’s mouth to stifle the whimper building in his throat. “Just, ah! Tired," Taehyung gasped, his thighs trembling where Jungkook’s knee pinned them apart. The alpha’s fingers twisted, the stretch bordering on painful, and Taehyung’s vision blurred as pleasure coiled tight in his belly—inescapable, inevitable.
The door creaked wider, just enough for Jin to peek inside, but Jungkook had already yanked the sheets up over Taehyung’s hips with one hand, his fingers still buried deep as his free arm draped casually across Taehyung’s chest. The alpha’s thumb pressed down on Taehyung’s pulse point, a silent warning.
“You’re flushed,” Jin murmured, stepping closer. His hand hovered near Taehyung’s forehead, but Jungkook intercepted it smoothly, lacing their fingers together.
“Fever’s down,” Jungkook said, his voice calm, conversational—so at odds with the way his fingers twisted inside Taehyung, coaxing another slick pulse around his knuckles. Taehyung bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, his thighs shaking beneath the covers.
Jin’s brow furrowed. “You’re trembling.” He reached for Taehyung again, but Jungkook shifted, blocking him subtly.
Jin’s fingers brushed Taehyung’s cheek, his thumb catching a stray tear Taehyung hadn’t realized had escaped. "You're crying," Jin murmured, his voice soft with concern. Taehyung’s breath hitched—partially from the featherlight touch, partially from the way Jungkook’s fingers pulsed inside him, a silent threat beneath the sheets.
"Just, overwhelmed," Taehyung managed, his voice cracking as Jungkook’s thumb circled his clit in slow, taunting strokes. The alpha’s expression was deceptively neutral, his free hand resting casually on Taehyung’s stomach as if he weren’t fucking him open right under Jin’s nose.
Jin’s gaze flickered between them, hesitation lingering in the way his fingers hovered near Taehyung’s shoulder. Jungkook’s fingers curled, a deliberate press against that spot inside Taehyung that made his vision blur, and the omega’s hips jerked involuntarily, a broken gasp tearing from his lips.
Jin’s fingers froze midair, his brow furrowing deeper as Taehyung’s breath stuttered.
“Tae?” he murmured, leaning closer—too close—his scent wrapping around them like an accusation. Jungkook’s fingers didn’t stop, fucking into Taehyung with slow, relentless thrusts, his thumb rubbing tight circles against Taehyung’s clit just hard enough to make his toes curl.
“Just, ah! a cramp,” Taehyung lied, his voice strangled as Jungkook’s fingers twisted, the stretch burning impossibly wide. Jin’s hand settled on Taehyung’s shoulder, warm and steady, and the guilt coiled hot in Taehyung’s gut. Jungkook smirked, pressing down harder with his thumb, and Taehyung’s thighs clamped around his wrist instinctively, his cunt pulsing around Jungkook’s fingers as pleasure coiled tight in his belly.
Jin’s thumb brushed Taehyung’s cheekbone, wiping away another tear. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice laced with worry. Jungkook’s free hand slid up Taehyung’s chest, fingers splaying possessively over his collarbone as he tilted his head at Jin, all false concern.
“He’s exhausted,” Jungkook interjected smoothly, his fingers never pausing their ruthless rhythm. Taehyung’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s thumb pressed down hard on his clit, the pleasure sharp enough to make his vision whiten. “Aren’t you, Tae?”
The sheets rustled as Taehyung’s hips twitched, his body betraying him with another pulse of slick around Jungkook’s fingers. Jin’s hand lingered on his forehead, warm and steady, while Jungkook’s thumb circled his clit faster beneath the covers—each stroke calculated to unravel him.
“Maybe you should rest,” Jin murmured, brushing Taehyung’s sweat-damp hair back. His touch was gentle, so unlike the brutal fingers working Taehyung open, stretching him obscenely wide. Jungkook’s breath ghosted over Taehyung’s ear, a mockery of comfort.
“I’ll stay with him,” Jungkook offered, his voice dripping with faux concern. His fingers twisted, pressing deeper, and Taehyung’s back arched off the bed with a silent gasp. Jin frowned, his gaze dropping to where Taehyung’s nails dug into the sheets.
“You’re sure?” Jin’s thumb traced the line of Taehyung’s jaw, oblivious to the way Jungkook’s other hand crept lower, pinching his nipple hard enough to make him jerk. “You’re so tense.”
Jin's fingers lingered on Taehyung's cheek, tracing the damp trails of tears with gentle confusion. "You're burning up again," he murmured, forehead creased with worry. Beneath the sheets, Jungkook's fingers crooked sharply inside Taehyung, the slick squelch swallowed by the rustle of fabric as Taehyung's thighs twitched violently.
"Just early heat symptoms," Jungkook interjected smoothly, his thumb rubbing slow circles over Taehyung's racing pulse. Jin's gaze flickered between them, hesitating, but Jungkook tightened his grip on Taehyung's wrist—a silent warning.
"I've got him, hyung. You should finish your work."
Jin exhaled, brushing Taehyung's damp bangs aside.
"Call me if it gets worse," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple that tasted like salt and betrayal.
The moment the door clicked shut, Jungkook ripped the covers away, exposing Taehyung's glistening thighs, his fingers still buried knuckle-deep.
"Pathetic," Jungkook breathed, watching Taehyung's stomach flutter with each shallow thrust.
"Crying over him while your cunt sucks my fingers in."
He curled them abruptly, wrenching a sob from Taehyung's throat.
"You like this. Like being my dirty little secret."
His free hand groped Taehyung's chest, pinching a nipple until it peaked painfully. "Say it."
The bedroom door clicked shut, Jin’s footsteps fading down the hall, and Jungkook’s fingers twisted inside Taehyung with a wet, obscene sound.
“Look at you, still fucking dripping,” he growled, dragging his fingers out just to shove them back in, watching Taehyung’s stomach jump with each thrust. “Like the fucking slut for my dick you are.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his thighs clamping around Jungkook’s wrist instinctively, his cunt pulsing around the alpha’s fingers in helpless, shameful rhythm. Jungkook smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe up Taehyung’s sweat-slicked chest, his teeth catching on a nipple just hard enough to make him whimper.
“Say it,” he murmured against Taehyung’s skin, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that spot that made Taehyung’s vision blur.
“Say you love it.”
Taehyung’s nails dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, his hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in his belly—sharp and insistent, impossible to escape.
“N-no—” he gasped, but his body betrayed him, his cunt fluttering around Jungkook’s fingers in another slick rush.
Jungkook chuckled, low and dark, his free hand wrapping around Taehyung’s throat—not tight enough to cut off air, just enough to make his pulse flutter under the pressure.
“Liar,” he breathed, his thumb rubbing slow, taunting circles against Taehyung’s clit. “You’re made for this.”
His fingers crooked sharply, and Taehyung’s back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from his lips as his orgasm ripped through him, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s fingers like a vice.
Jungkook didn’t let Taehyung come down. The moment his cunt clenched around his fingers, the alpha pressed deeper, his thumb rubbing tight, relentless circles against Taehyung’s oversensitive clit.
"Again," he demanded, his breath hot against Taehyung’s ear. "Come again."
Taehyung sobbed, his thighs shaking where Jungkook’s knee pinned them apart, his body strung tight between pleasure and pain. Jungkook’s free hand slid down to grip his throat, squeezing just enough to make his pulse stutter.
"Or do I need to fuck you properly?"
The threat curled low in Taehyung’s belly, his cunt pulsing around Jungkook’s fingers in helpless response. The alpha smirked, withdrawing his fingers with a wet sound, smearing Taehyung’s slick across his trembling thighs.
"Roll over," he ordered, palming his cock through his sweatpants, the thick outline obscenely visible. Taehyung hesitated, his nails digging into the sheets, but Jungkook’s hand fisted in his hair, wrenching his head back.
"Now."
Taehyung’s body moved before his mind could protest, his hips lifting as Jungkook yanked him onto his hands and knees. The alpha’s fingers dug into his waist, sharp enough to bruise, as he lined himself up—no prep, no warning—just the blunt pressure of his cockhead against Taehyung’s dripping entrance.
"Wait—" Taehyung gasped, but Jungkook shoved forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a groan.
The stretch burned, Taehyung’s cunt fluttering around the sudden intrusion, his spine bowing under the force. Jungkook didn’t give him time to adjust, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room.
"Fuck," Jungkook growled, his fingers tightening on Taehyung’s hips. "Still so tight."
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Taehyung’s back, his teeth scraping the omega’s mating gland. "Like you were made for me."
Down the hall, Jin’s footsteps paused—too close, just outside the door—and Taehyung’s breath hitched, his cunt clenching reflexively around Jungkook’s cock. The alpha groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he laughed, low and dark.
"Scared?" he murmured, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear. "Or excited?" His hips jerked forward harder, each thrust forcing Taehyung’s chest into the mattress, his cock dragging over that spot inside Taehyung that made his vision blur.
Taehyung’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his thighs trembling where Jungkook’s knees pinned them apart, his cunt pulsing around the alpha’s cock in helpless, shameful rhythm. The door creaked, just slightly, and Jungkook’s hand clamped over Taehyung’s mouth, his thrusts turning jagged, erratic.
"Quiet," he breathed, his breath hot against Taehyung’s neck. "Or do you want him to hear?"
Jin’s voice floated in, hesitant.
"Tae? You okay?" Taehyung’s body locked up beneath Jungkook’s weight, his cunt fluttering around the alpha’s cock as pleasure coiled tight in his belly—sharp and insistent, impossible to escape. Jungkook didn’t stop, his hips slamming forward with ruthless precision, his cockhead grinding against Taehyung’s sweet spot with each thrust.
"Y-yes," Taehyung choked out, his voice strangled as Jungkook’s fingers tightened over his mouth. The alpha’s other hand slid down to grip Taehyung’s throat, his thumb pressing against his pulse point just hard enough to make his breath stutter. Jin’s shadow lingered in the doorway, his silhouette hesitant, but Jungkook’s rhythm never faltered, his cock driving into Taehyung with brutal efficiency.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as Taehyung’s cunt squeezed him tight, the wet drag of skin against skin deafening in the charged silence.
"Fuck, look at you," Jungkook snarled, his fingers tightening around Taehyung’s throat just enough to make his pulse flutter under the pressure. "Taking me like you were made for it."
Taehyung’s whimper was muffled against Jungkook’s palm, his body strung taut between pleasure and shame as Jungkook’s cock throbbed inside him, the thick heat unbearable. The alpha’s thrusts grew sloppy, his hips jerking forward with ragged desperation, each movement punching another broken sound from Taehyung’s lips.
Jungkook’s teeth sank into Taehyung’s shoulder—not quite a mating bite, but deep enough to bleed, the sharp pain lancing through him like lightning. Taehyung’s back arched violently, his cunt clenching around Jungkook’s cock as his orgasm ripped through him with brutal force, slick gushing out around the alpha’s thrusting length.
Jungkook groaned, his hips slamming forward one final time before he stilled, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside Taehyung with a low, satisfied growl. His grip on Taehyung’s throat loosened just enough to let him gasp for air, his lungs burning as Jungkook’s come flooded him, hot and sticky.
Jungkook didn’t pull out immediately, hips grinding lazily against Taehyung’s ass as he milked the last of his orgasm, his come dripping out around his softening cock. Taehyung shuddered, his thighs twitching where they were pinned apart, the wet slide of Jungkook’s spend trailing down his inner thighs obscenely audible.
The bedroom door creaked open—wider this time—and Jin’s silhouette froze in the threshold. His knuckles were white where they gripped the doorframe, his breath catching audibly as his gaze locked onto where Jungkook’s cock was still buried inside Taehyung, the alpha’s come leaking obscenely down the omega’s trembling thighs.
Taehyung’s stomach lurched, his throat working around nothing as Jin’s expression crumpled—hurt, disbelief, and betrayal twisting his features. Jungkook didn’t pull out. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against Taehyung’s back, his lips brushing the omega’s ear as he whispered, loud enough for Jin to hear:
"Tell him how much you needed it."
Taehyung’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Jin took a step forward, his voice raw. "Tae-?"
Jungkook’s fingers dug into Taehyung’s hips, his cock twitching inside him as he ground deeper, forcing another trickle of his release to drip onto the sheets. "Go on," he murmured, his breath hot against Taehyung’s nape. "Tell him you begged for me to put my dick in you”
Jin’s face drained of color. His hands clenched at his sides, his scent sharp with anguish.
"Is this—" His voice cracked. "Is this why you’ve been so distant?"
Taehyung’s vision blurred, his nails biting into the mattress as Jungkook’s thumb circled his clit, the touch featherlight but enough to make his oversensitive body jerk.
"Hyung, I—" The words died in his throat as Jungkook’s fingers pressed harder, his cock still half-hard inside Taehyung, stretching him open.
Jungkook chuckled, low and dark, his lips brushing Taehyung’s mating gland.
"He needs it," he said, his gaze locked on Jin’s shattered expression. "His cunt gets so wet for me."
His hips rolled lazily, and Taehyung whimpered, his thighs shaking where they were forced apart.
"Don’t you, omega?"
Jin took another step forward, his fists trembling.
"Taehyung. Look at me."
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as Jungkook’s fingers slid down his spine, possessive and cruel.
"Go on," Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Tell him how you begged for my knot."
The words lodged in Taehyung’s throat; half-truths tangled with shame, but his body betrayed him, his cunt pulsing around Jungkook’s softening cock, slick dripping obscenely onto the sheets. Jin’s breath stuttered, his scent souring with grief.
Jungkook’s fingers tightened on Taehyung’s hip, his other hand sliding down to rub slow circles over Taehyung’s clit. "Say it," he breathed, his teeth scraping Taehyung’s shoulder.
"Or should I make you come again while he watches?”