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“You came! I was worried you wouldn’t.”
Taehyung locked his car, tucking the key away into his pocket with undue aggressiveness, feeling the winter wind strike his face and sting his skin as he briskly marched towards the mansion’s marble steps, too angry and annoyed to look at the ostentatious exterior, eyes zeroed in on his good friend, Jimin, who looked flustered and worried, as he hurried to Taehyung’s side.
“Why wouldn’t I come?” Taehyung bit out, their steps on the gravel pathway crunching and biting, making haste, “After what you told me what that minx was up to. I had to come here myself; excusing myself from a party I was hosting. My father, for all the liberties he’s given me, was shooting daggers at me. He’s sure to flay me alive on Monday when I go into work.”
“Well that’s exactly it, isn’t it,” Jimin said, words accompanying the puffs of cold air as they hurried up the marble steps, Taehyung able to tell with the level of noise and the time of night, that the house party was winding down, anger and concern and jealousy roiling in his gut, “You and Jinnie both mentioned how you haven’t talked for a week or so - I - I figured that something like this would be the last straw. Plus, it’s not just any guy, any alpha. It’s Kim Jaehwan. I thought that’d be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”
Taehyung bristled at that, practically barking, “Jaehwan? What the fuck is Jinnie thinking,” he cursed, running a hand through his hair as they stalked through the darkened entrance, music filtering through, dim, neon lights pulsing through the rooms they walked by, figures dancing, moving, roaming around the mansion, luckily not noticing his presence given how dark it was and also that everyone was likely inebriated by alcohol or god knows what other substances were being passed around.
“Plus,” Jimin continued, darting worried glances over to Taehyung, “Jinnie seemed off earlier. When we came to the topic of you, he seemed incredibly maudlin and convinced that your relationship was over, hinting that there was someone else in your life.”
Taehyung halted his steps a while to look at Jimin, incredulous, “Where did he get that from? There’s no one else - especially when he keeps my hands full like this,” he muttered, continuing with quick steps, recovering from his surprise, mind now turning and trying to dig up his memories of the past few weeks, “And he’s the one who’s been avoiding me. I’ve been busy - I admit that much - and I haven’t been able to visit him in our nest but he’s the one who’s been ignoring my texts and phone calls,” he sighed, beginning to lope up the grand staircase, two at a time, Jimin easily keeping up with him, “I was going to go straight to see him back at the nest right after my party, with flowers and all to make up for the missing time but then - he’s at a damned party with sleazy entertainment execs and celebs and up to no good.”
He felt his alpha instincts rear its ugly head a while, fingers itching to teach his errant omega a lesson, a few spanks perhaps on that cute bottom, or cockwarming him until he was crying and desperate for a thorough, rough fucking, promising to be a good, loyal omega to him, apologising for undermining Taehyung when all he’d done was lavish love on Seokjin.
The thoughts of his precious pearl, his delicate pink and rosy flower giving him coy glances, nude and curled up in their shared nest, naked and wanting made Taehyung shudder, mood already driven downwards since he’d been unable to pay regular visits to his sweetheart over the past few weeks. He’d been more than ready to dedicate his entire weekend to Seokjin, making sure the omega was spoiled and satisfied, addicted to the soft, delighted purrs Seokjin made when he was pleased, his adorable cheeks and eyes lighting up with adoration for Taehyung.
Jimin was quiet for a few moments, before he hesitantly broached the subject, their surroundings now quieter as they were on the second floor of the mansion, heading down darkened hallways, rows of closed doors, all prepared in anticipation for the drunken revelry and debauchery in the aftermath of the party, “I’ve known Jinnie not too long but - well enough. So do you, Taehyung. You know all his issues, scratched the surface at least. How he can read too deeply into things. Especially - if he cares about you,” he huffed a little, dropping skating around the matter, Taehyung’s ears keen, trying to discern if any of the muffled moans and groans from the rooms came from Seokjin, “I mean, when you met him, it wasn’t a secret that he was sugar baby to multiple sugar daddies. And I know, and you know that it was all initially to get alternative funding from his father, and also to spit in his face for setting up that arrangement with Jaehwan’s father.”
“I know,” Taehyung said quietly, feeling his jaw tense, “I knew what I was getting into Jimin. An omega like that, I know what I have to do. But it’s all worth it. He’s… you may not believe me Jimin but - he’s my everything. I really do love him.”
His best friend let out a small sigh, nodding, “And I do believe he loves you too - just - he tends to lash out in the worst possible way, you know? I was… surprised when the two of you announced you were exclusively dating to be frank with you, Taehyung. He has commitment issues; I heard that one of his partners before - one Kim Namjoon had proposed to him, wanted to mate him for real but Jinnie got spooked.”
“Well, I can’t blame you, Jimin, for thinking that way,” Taehyung began to make out the traces of Seokjin’s scent, sweet and alluring but covered in other alphas’ scents which made him hasten, “We did start out that way. Me using him for sex and his sweet gorgeous face and body - and it felt fucking great to be fucking Jaehwan’s fiancee. But - no matter what - I can’t blame him for being this way. I never will, even if I’m mad at his actions. His fucking father did this to him - and I swore never to do the same. He’s the sweetest, deep down inside, and he didn’t deserve all that. Come on, Jimin, he’s close.”
“Right. I left him in the living room right down this way. I hope - he’s still there. And - that… no one’s taken advantage of him. I did try, Taehyung - “
“I know, thank you Jimin. Let’s go.”
Seokjin’s scent was now strong, pungent in the air, but so was the scent of alphas - four, perhaps, in total - smelling rancid to Taehyung, his stomach churning at the thought of his lover being pawed at, touched, fucked by others.
Indeed, as Jimin had pointed out, Taehyung hadn’t minded Seokjin keeping other sugar daddies in his pocket in the beginning, having the same agreement and arrangement initially. And he knew the irony of it all; he’d first met Seokjin at a party just like this, when Taehyung had still been single and willing to indulge, experiment. Word had travelled like wildfire, whispers reaching his ears of the potential of a young omega attending the party, beautiful, nubile and sensuous, willing to accept propositions if you were handsome and rich enough, notorious for having named patrons that went beyond college jocks and chaebol pups that were supposed to be the peers of the omega. To boot, the omega was Kim Hyunjin’s son, one of the richest men in Seoul, CEO of Abyss Holdings, which made him all the more alluring, especially for those who wished to climb up the social ladder.
And when Taehyung first laid eyes on the omega that arrived at the party he knew it was all true, and knew he had to get his hands on such sweet goods, no matter the cost.
The omega had clearly been on the hunt, flaunting his body and looks in a way that would ensure all the alphas would pay heed to no one else but him, guaranteeing they would swarm all over him throughout the entire party, guaranteeing the omega would leave with the highest bidder of the night. Taehyung had never seen him before, and had been thunderstruck by just how beautiful he was, stunned to see the innocence his beauty exuded, clashing with his fertile scent that had his cock throbbing in an instant. Tall, elegant, slender figure was wrapped up in a shimmering sage-green halter-neck backless evening gown, the skintight chiffon top plunging down to his belly, moulding his more than well-endowed tits, no support given due to the amount of skin revealed, every movement ensuring that his large, soft mounds under the soft fabric bounced, jiggled and moved indecently, a calculated strategy to get eyes on his assets, to have every alpha drool and salivate, longing to wrap their hands and lips around them.
Taehyung had wooed the omega aggressively that night, but he knew the attraction had been mutual, interest sparking in Seokjin’s doe eyes, securing his place as a patron after he’d unleashed his sexual prowess in his apartment after successfully bring Seokjin home with him after the party, impressing the omega with his wealth, his residence, his charms, his looks, his dominance as an alpha and his cock - ticking all the boxes. When he’d propositioned the omega and put forward his interest to be intimate with him, Taehyung was warned of the existence of other sugar daddies, confirmed all the names on the rumoured list that funded his lifestyle and his college tuition fees, which Taehyung didn’t care about.
At the time.
But they had grown closer, and Taehyung coveted the omega more and more, greedy, slowly eating into Seokjin’s time, going to far as to procure a special penthouse in a neighbourhood that Seokjin liked just for the two of them, signing the deed over to Seokjin and giving the keys to him as a present on what marked their six month anniversary, demonstrating his readiness to provide for and support the omega.
The little allusions to his strained relationship with his father had come and gone during their six months together, but it was that night, after an intense lovemaking session, in the quiet darkness, Taehyung fondly stroking the omega’s curvy hips, when Seokjin revealed all. How his father had grown estranged from his mother, how his mother put up with the indignity of being cheated on again and again, the fights and the tears and the unhappiness he had grown up with despite the wealth. Everything his father did became tainted, resentment building in the omega’s heart.
The final straw came when Seokjin had been in his first year of high school, the first to find his mother having committed suicide and leaving behind a tearful note, the last of her hope given to her son to go on to live a better life. Distraught and grieving, Seokjin had told Taehyung that he had sought comfort in the arms of one of his father’s friend’s son, an alpha he had been introduced to, drowning himself in sex and pleasure to forget everything.
Taehyung had learned that Seokjin actively went against what his father wished him to do, an act of defiance and resistance as vengeance for his mother’s passing. Education, university choices, clothes, attendance to events; all of these Seokjin had rebelled until his father had lost his temper and threatened not to fund his college education if Seokjin didn’t go to his university of choice. As Jimin said, Seokjin then turned his casual sleeping partners into sugar daddies, utilising his luscious body and looks to get through life, confessing to Taehyung that Kim Namjoon, Kim Namgil, Lee Sangyeob, Kim Hyunwoo, Choi Hyosang, Yoo Seungho - all familiar names and faces and peers of Taehyung and Kim Hyunjin - were some of his most loyal patrons and lovers.
But it was difficult to escape the ties between Seokjin and his father, and Taehyung found out that the night they had met, the night of that fated party, Seokjin had been summoned to the family home where his father had informed him of an arrangement - that Seokjin was to wed one Kim Jaehwan in exchange for a business merger and partnership for life. Enraged at his father’s audacity, it had spurred Seokjin to doll himself up and prowl for another propsect, wrap himself in the arms of another alpha in defiance.
Never before had he been so grateful for the capital and the position he was born into, Taehyung himself heir presumptive to his father’s empire, trained from a young age and now his father’s shadow, able to go toe-to-toe with Kim Hyunjin if need be. He knew his parents would be wary; it would effectively be a declaration of war - stealing and snatching Kim Hyunjin’s son away from another prospect - but Taehyung knew in his heart that he wanted nothing more.
Than to give Seokjin a peace of mind.
Give him love, commitment, and happiness.
Show him how beautiful a relationship could be.
But first things first.
Taehyung stepped into a darkened cove that laid deep in the confines of the mansion, at the end of the long corridor, pushing away the thin satin cloth that served as a frail partition. His eyes narrowed immediately, able to make out despite the darkness, a delicate body prone on the large, round bed perched in the middle of the room, flat on his back, knees pushed to his ears, with four figures surrounding him, one between his thighs, one next to him, dipping down and engaged in a heated kiss, another having his cock pumped, and one more having his hands pushed up the person’s top.
His blood ran hot and cold at the same time, stalking over before Jimin could say anything, and yanking the person between Seokjin’s thighs, revealing one extremely surprised Jaehwan, lips shiny with slick, Taehyung’s anger flaring at seeing Seokjin’s bare cunt, swollen and spread for another.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Jaehwan growled, voice thick with alcohol, licking his lips, making Taehyung want to rip them apart, shoving the other three alphas away, finding his little rose underneath the huddle, clearly inebriated, eyes opening slowly, unfocused and moaning softly. He looked like a sweet, sensuous dream, donning a beautiful, cloud-like pink chiffon halter-neck top, clearly foregoing a brasserie from the way his mounds moved and from the outline of his perky nipples, the paired white miniskirt and pink panties crumpled on the ground next to him.
His omega would have to be punished for wearing something so beautiful - and not for him.
“Darling, sweet love, hey, it’s me, Taehyung,” he murmured softly, patting his cheeks to rouse Seokjin, “Get up, let’s go home, back to our nest, hmm?”
It took a while for Seokjin to respond, for his mind to absorb Taehyung’s presence, and to Taehyung’s surprise, his eyes filled with tears, a petulant pout crossing his lips, “I don’t want you. You betrayed me.”
“Betrayed?! Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about - “
“He doesn’t want you anymore,” came a taunting voice, slurring together, Taehyung turning to see Jaehwan straighten with difficulty, the scent of alcohol just as pungent as the scent of lust in the room, “Said as much earlier. That’s why he came here, don’t you get it you fucking idiot? You were just one of ‘em; one of his sugar daddies, fuck buddies, whatever you wanna call ‘em,” a drunken chuckle sounded out, mocking, “I, on the other hand, I have his father’s approval. He’s bound to me, whether he likes it or not,” tapping his shiny lips, Jaehwan broke into a grin, “And it seems he does.”
“Fucking asshole,” Taehyung muttered, slowly getting up, taking stock of the situation around him and gratified to see the other three alphas much too drunk to get up, sprawled on the ground, one moaning, and the other two out for the count, “Jinnie hates his father, hates you.”
“Hates me? Didn’t seem like it, coming on to me, flirting, parting his thighs, letting me take off his panties and getting wet for me,” Taehyung bristled at those words, but kept his composure, continuing to glare at the alpha who staggered as he attempted to stand up, “And whether or not he likes me or hates me - that’s besides the point. He’s promised to me. And he’s an omega. Omegas… in the presence of a good alpha, will get wet no matter what. Their pussy wants cock constantly, and all he has to do is present. Our parents don’t expect a love match after all, they just want an allegiance and pups. Me? I’m just happy that Jinnie looks like a goddess - it’ll be easier in bed, and for the paparazzi. Plus, he’s all stretched out and used by alphas - no need to deal with virginal antics.”
Taehyung hated the cold, calculated words that came out of Jaehwan’s mouth, a fate worse than death, according to Seokjin, who wanted to escape being a pawn in so many people’s games. Deciding it would be best to ignore the drunken ramblings, no matter how crude it was or how it set fire to his anger, and also that disciplining his lover was more important, he turned his attentions to Seokjin, the omega prone and unresisting now, mind clearly muddled by drink, carefully gathering the omega in his arms and exuding alpha pheromones, gratified when Seokjin seemed to relax instead of fight the scent.
“No you don’t; he’s mine,” Jaehwan leered at Taehyung, as he leaned in aggressively, glaring, tensions high between them, Jaehwan trying to cut an intimidating figure, though his stumbling footsteps left much to be feared, Taehyung sighing and placing Seokjin back on the soft couch, hearing a little noise of protest, focusing on his rival alpha, on the attempt at a challenge, “You won’t get his father’s approval; can’t take him from me. No matter how hard you try.”
“I don’t need it,” Taehyung simply said, shrugging his shoulders, taking a step back and dodging a clumsy swipe, watching as Jaehwan narrowed his eyes in outrage at the failed strike, “I just need Jinnie’s love - and the rest will follow.”
“Then what was he doing here tonight, all dolled up and ready to get pounded all night long by four alphas, huh? Doesn’t sound like love to me. Gotta treat these omega sluts right; gotta keep them on a leash, eh? Otherwise they’d just put out for anyone,” Jaehwan jeered, digging into open wounds, and though the truth stung, Taehyung refused to be swayed by the insult, blocking another poorly placed punch, before finally utilising his training in martial arts, fluidly using a wrestling move, efficiently making use of Jaehwan’s momentum and energy, hooking his leg, tripping him up and throwing Jaehwan down soundly, body hitting the floor with a thud.
There was a muted cry of outrage, angry mumblings, a few tries to rise up again, Taehyung shaking his head, “Given how drunk you all are you wouldn’t even have been able to fuck Jinnie right. Pathetic.”
Some more muttering, before it slowly gave way to a small snore, Taehyung nudging Jaehwan’s heavy body to the side and turning to Seokjin, who had propped himself up with his elbows, a little more sober, picking the omega up in his arms, and turning to leave the den filled with the unwanted miasma of other alphas’ scents.
“Jinnie - !”
“Thank you, Jimin, please get home safely now. I need to handle this omega,” Taehyung said tightly, his jaw tense, Jimin’s mouth opening and closing before he nodded hurriedly, Taehyung stalking down the hallway, finding an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it, turning on the lights and then dumped Seokjin onto the bed.
The omega seemed infuriated, but was also aroused, eyes watching Taehyung strip his heavy coat off, unbuckle his trousers, pull his cock out, the air immediately coloured with Seokjin’s pheromones and the scent of heady rosy slick, Taehyung keeping his gaze on Seokjin, striding over and for a second, stood over the omega, lording over him, before he joined his lover on the bed, between Seokjin’s thighs.
But there was still some stubbornness and fight left in the omega. Seokjin clawed at him, kicked at him, bucked up and down the bed like a wildcat, but Taehyung dodged them swiftly and with ease, quickly restraining the omega with one large hand and exerting his dominance, tired of Seokjin’s antics that night, going back to basics and thrusting his entire cock deep inside, an attempt to calm the omega somewhat, but also to remind him of his place, of the misdeeds he had carried out, to remind Seokjin that he was Taehyung’s and Taehyung’s alone.
And it worked; Seokjin immediately went pliant when filled with cock, a small gasp escaping his lips, eyes dilating with pleasure and desire, Taehyung gritting his teeth and fighting an involuntary groan of pleasure that threatened to escape his throat, feeling the familiar velvet heat that wrapped around his cock like a tight glove, the way Seokjin’s pussy struggled to accommodate his cock, fluttering and clamping down on him good and hard, practically sucking him in, always trying to milk him of his seed, the most perfect pussy he’d ever had in his life.
“You’re still fighting me? I hate pussy that’s been made wet by other alphas,” Taehyung snarled at Seokjin, the omega’s face turned to the side, a little whimper emanating from him, ruthless as he nudged his hips forward, burying himself deeper, cock throbbing hard amidst the drenched heat that tightened all around him, as if reflecting the anger and jealousy threatening to rip him apart, “Don’t you ever do this again, you hear? You’re mine; your body is mine, and I’ll be damned if I’m made a fool with my omega acting like a little slut, presenting to a bunch of alphas - especially one whom you ran away from to come to me! You’ve had your fun and games and you promised you’d be faithful to me! The fuck were you thinking getting your pussy eaten out by Jaehwan!?”
He was stunned for a moment when he found his face snapping to the side; belatedly realising that the omega had slapped him twice, cheek numb but beginning to throb at the blow, slowly turning back, baring his teeth at Seokjin, both of them tense and on edge, the clash bringing out their most primal instincts, his alpha asserting dominance as the unruly omega tested him at every turn.
“Then you don’t do that ever again ,” the omega’s voice sounded taut and forced, as if it was all he could do to speak with Taehyung’s cock speared so deeply inside his body, pinning him down into the bed, but there was fire in his eyes filled with tears, a sight breathtaking to behold, making Taehyung’s chest knot with love and adoration even after being slapped by the omega, “Looking so sickly sweet and happy with Eun-ji nuna, playing the part of a married couple in an advertisement for the whole of Korea to see - as if - as if you really were married to her!” Seokjin cried out, face red with distress, “I felt lost and alone and - and betrayed! Cast off, as if you’d found someone new and beautiful, and you rubbed it in my face!”
Taehyung stared incredulously at the omega, sniffing and openly crying, shocked that the advertisement he’d participated in had set off such deep-rooted insecurities, had actually threatened the sanctity of their relationship.
If it had been anyone else, Taehyung would’ve laughed or been cold, exasperated, unable to deal with such paranoid imaginings.
But it was Seokjin.
And no matter how insane the accusations were, no matter how unreasonable, Taehyung would strive to tamp them down, dispel them.
First instinct was to point out that it had only been an advertisement, that the idea for him to actually partake in the advertisement had been suggested by the Director, Taehyung having visited the set to watch a while, as part of courtesy to Eun-ji who was a massive star and had deigned to act when approached, their company knowing how much their wedding packages would sell if Eun-ji was the face of their product. Plus, they had been acquaintances, friends through Min Yoongi, someone Taehyung owed a great deal of gratitude to, in light of how wedding photography and tie-ups with venues and related agencies had taken off. It had been a project he looked after fondly, one of his first when his father was testing his gumption for business.
But Taehyung knew it would do nothing but prolong his omega’s sour mood and jealousy, sighing and nuzzling Seokjin’s soft cheek, tracing an invisible circle around his clavicle, “Baby, I only have you. Only have you in my life, my one and only love. My omega. Had I known being in the advert would be that bad, I wouldn’t have agreed to the Director’s suggestion. Eun-ji is just a friend, little love,” he pressed kisses on the underside of Seokjin’s neck, reaching up to push back Seokjin’s curly locks, a thumb gently stroking his forehead.
The omega shifted, still pouting, still teary-eyed, “You say that. But - that’s how it started,” Seokjin’s voice cracked and trembled, likely more inclined to speak given the booze he’d drunk, Taehyung picking up on the omega’s habits, learning how Seokjin was much more likely to be honest after a glass or two, “My father’s first affair was an actress - in a movie the company sponsored - my mother thought nothing of it first but - when they met at the premier she knew. Knew that he’d been intimate with that actress. And as beautiful as my mother was she was pretty too. Eun-ji nuna - she’s the darling of our country. And seeing you together like that… it was like you were telling me what you chose. So I chose too.”
“It’s nothing like that, baby, fuck,” Taehyung ground out, unaware of the trauma inadvertently brought about by doing something so innocuous, “It’s just an advert - nothing more. I don’t think of Eun-ji nuna that way at all. Darling, all I could think about was you. I’ve been so up front, letting you know how busy I’d be, was so looking forward to this weekend, being in our nest, being in your arms, having you all to myself… I missed you, and I was worried sick when you wouldn’t reply, said you didn’t want me anymore… baby, anything but that. Don’t say that. Hit me all you want,” he caressed Seokjin’s hand, placing it to his cheek where he’d been slapped, “But don’t tell me to let you go.”
“Then why haven’t you marked me? Claimed me?” The omega sniffled, Taehyung freezing up at the question, thrills running up and down his spine at the mention of marking Seokjin up, making the omega his, permanently, “Pupped me? If you really meant what you say, you would’ve - “
“Baby, do you even know what you’re asking of me?” Taehyung asked hoarsely, blood in his veins pounding and throbbing, practically alight and singing, words that brought all his inner instincts to the fore, fingers trembling as he cupped Seokjin’s tiny face in his hands, cradling him, cock growing impossibly harder, the omega wincing at that, “Baby, I would’ve done it long ago. There’s nothing more than I want to make you mine, sweet little rose. Buying an apartment, letting you make such a perfect nest there, funding you fully baby…” he paused, staring down into the omega’s teary eyes, “Wanted you to finish up college first, thought it’d be best for you honey.”
Seokjin shook his head emphatically, hands gripping Taehyung’s shoulders, biting his bottom lip, “I don’t want anything else. Only you. Only your promise on my neck, and mine on yours - that we’ll have each other. I - I’m tired of everything else. I just - I just want a real family of my own. With you. Otherwise - otherwise - my father - he’ll - I have to mate Jaehwan and I thought I should just get it over tonight - “
The small sob that escaped Seokjin’s throat ripped Taehyung apart, destroyed his restraints and made him regret having put Seokjin through such suffering. All control and thoughts about waiting faded away, and he let his alpha take over, eyes glinting with the reality presented before him, hungry and salivating at what the omega was begging for.
Yes, if Seokjin was ready then so was he.
Who was he to deny his omega of protection, of eternal companionship, of love and of mated bliss?
He had simply assumed that there was a need to wait, at least a year or two, for Seokjin to graduate, before the omega was ready to settle down and mate.
But, Taehyung looked down at the desperate bundle beneath him, he supposed even being estranged from his father did not mean escaping his grasp.
He had been too naive.
And there was one way to make sure in no uncertain terms that Seokjin was his, and to botch the arranged marriage between Jaehwan and Seokjin as masterminded by Kim Hyunjin.
Seokjin was right.
And Taehyung was going to enjoy it.
From tonight, his alpha was going to be unleashed and unshackled.
“No regrets baby,” he whispered, before he leaned down and devoured Seokjin’s lips, kissing the omega with passion and possession, teasing out small deep-throated mewls and whines of pleasure and also of protest, breaking the kiss only minutes later, when Taehyung was satisfied and certain that Seokjin was completely muddled with lust and arousal, eyes dazed and hazy with desire, embracing his instincts, pussy clenching hard around his cock, already drenching their thighs with copious amounts of slick.
It was insanity that Seokjin would even think Taehyung could entertain thoughts of others.
But if his baby was that insecure - he would gladly put in all effort to stamp it out.
“So gorgeous, so perfect,” he murmured, sweet words of love and affirmation into the pretty pink shell of Seokjin’s ears, his thrusts slow and steady, making sure Seokjin would feel the slide of each thrust, feel the thickness and swell of his cock, hitting to the hilt each and every time, “My perfect omega, the only one I need, the only one I love. Yes, darling, tighten around me like that - fuck - can’t get enough of you, of your sweet body, so ready to carry my pup, so ready to be mine - makes me so happy, love, so fucking happy.”
“Taehyung…” Seokjin managed to whisper in between the slow and hard-hitting thrusts, Taehyung knowing from all the signs after having made love together countless times that the omega was close and on the edge, not good at cockwarming for a cock hungry omega due to his sensitive body that craved penetration, “I’ll make you happy, I promise… just don’t leave me…”
It was the most vulnerable Taehyung had ever seen of Seokjin laid bare - and a flooding of emotions came bursting through - the need to protect and to comfort and to satisfy.
And fucking hell, the omega was absolutely beautiful looking torn, looking earnest in his sadness, in his need for Taehyung’s validation, for Taehyung to placate and reassure him, to help remind him that the world wasn’t all that cruel, all that harsh.
Alpha ego and pride stroked, Taehyung knew he needed to answer in kind; he wanted to answer in kind.
“I’m not your father, love,” Taehyung whispered huskily, heartfelt and loving, thrusting deep inside once more, holding himself there, to the hilt, as if branding his promise deep within the omega’s body, feeling the omega tremble and shake, coming undone quickly with cock, gasping at Taehyung’s words, eyes flaring open ever so slightly at the assurance, “And you won’t end up like your mother. I promised you before, and I promise you now, and always.”
Tears spilled and flowed from Seokjin’s eyes, sobbing as he clutched Taehyung tighter, unfurling like the beautiful rose that he was, giving Taehyung his coveted nectar, tight tunnel pulsing and clenching all around his cock, wispy intakes of his breath driving Taehyung mad, covering his plush lips in a hungry aggressive kiss, wanting all of it - all of his emotions, his sadness, his joy, his pain, wanting to taste it, to know the omega more and more.
“I’ll give you a pup, mark you up, give you all that you want and more,” Taehyung growled against Seokjin’s dewy skin, getting more riled up as his pumping picked up pace, lust and possessiveness clouding his mind, cupping Seokjin’s breasts aggressively, squeezing rhythmically, “Have you carry my seed so your tits get filled with milk, for our pup, for me, make you round and heavy and show the whole world that you belong to me, that you’re my omega, and no one but me gets to fuck you, pup you, over and over again.”
There was a garbled cry as Seokjin tightened in his arms, thighs shaking uncontrollably, squirting all over Taehyung, hips bucking frantically, Taehyung gratified to see and to feel the orgasm that had slammed into the omega and taken over his beautiful body, letting himself thrust once, twice and then ejaculating long and hard deep inside, spending more of himself than usual, urging his cock to give his omega what he deserved and what he wanted - every last drop of his seed.
Baring his teeth, Taehyung leaned down and nudged at the underside of Seokjin’s chin, revealing the expanse of delicate neck, before clamping down.
But not too hard.
It wasn’t quite a marking yet, and more of a promise.
There was a slight noise of distress; it was clear Seokjin sensed it, confused by the half-marking, trying to struggle though he was likely tired out from the climax, and Taehyung immediately made shushing noises of comfort.
He had to make his move now, though all his muscles and senses were urging him to simply finish the deed and lie languidly in bed with his new mate, doze and cuddle with his soft little darling.
“I wanna do this right, love, not here in this fucked-up mansion,” Taehyung explained, before Seokjin could get even more distraught, swift in his movements, motivated by the new sensations within him, by the promise of the bond he had made with his mark on Seokjin’s neck, taking his coat and gathering Seokjin in his arms, placing the coat over Seokjin’s half-naked body, to protect the omega’s dignity and to protect him from the cold, “Let’s go back to our nest love, hmm? I’ll treat you right there, finish the claim and pup you.”
To his relief, there was a small noise of approval, and Taehyung carefully adjusted Seokjin in his arms, the two of them still joined together, knowing he had to keep cockwarming Seokjin through it all, keep his body warm, keep him from slipping into distress, avoid signals that would be misconstrued as abandonment.
They made their way through the winding mansion, all quietened down now, the pounding beats of the music off, people either passed our or stoned out of their minds, tired and worn out from all the revelry. It was to his advantage, and Taehyung paid them no heed as he marched down the stairs and through the corridors, precious bundle all wrapped up.
But the motions he made bounced Seokjin up and down on his still hard cock, pumping arousal and lust in his veins, the omega whimpering by the time they made it to the entrance, Seokjin squirming, pussy wet and tight and throbbing all around his cock.
“Fuck - !” the thin thread of restraint was finally snapped when the omega surged upwards, surprising Taehyung when little fangs grazed the underside of his chin, towards his scent glands and clamped down, giving Taehyung his own half-marking.
He saw white, and then red, feral instincts taking over, sensations of possession, of love, of violent lust, of need, of desire swelled up from inside, every hair on his body standing on end, before the tide of emotions gave way to an overwhelming feeling of being triumphant, his alpha howling and ready to drop his omega onto all fours, and pound away into the sweet pussy that the omega declared Taehyung’s.
It was nothing like Taehyung had ever felt before; as if his jealousy and need to covet Seokjin had multiplied exponentially feeding a side of him that had laid dormant since he was born, a side of him that was ready to fight, to duel those who would challenge his claim, rip rivals apart, desperate to breed and pup the omega as the best way to stake his claim. His cock swelled harder, larger, thicker and Seokjin’s head lolled backwards, body shuddering as if on the precipice of an orgasm.
“Alpha…!”
Desperate but still aware of their precarious position, Taehyung leaned against a marbled pillar, thrusting his hips fast and quick, rough and hard before he released for the second time that night inside Seokjin, thick ropes of cum that spilled out of the omega’s pussy, gratified and thoroughly satisfied as he watched with keen eyes, the omega letting out short screams, gripping tightly onto his shoulders, shaking and trembling uncontrollably, messy, puffy pussy tightening around his cock and squirting all over, sensitive and so sexually driven, Taehyung knew with the fight and the tensions and the makeup and burgeoning feelings of love and declarations of commitment between them - Seokjin would go into induced heat that night.
And he would stand by his promise, and fuck the omega hard and thorough, all day, all night long, from the beginning to the end of his heat, give Seokjin all his seed until he was pregnant with his pup.
A rough pumping of his hips ensured Taehyung successfully knotted the omega, limp in his arms but flooding his cock with slick upon slick, squirming and completely fucked out by the aggression and onslaught of alpha pheromones Taehyung made no attempt to control, lips parting at being knotted so aggressively.
No time, no time to waste.
He had to be quick, hurry, hurry.
His alpha hounded him, urgency welling inside, as if the longer they delayed their mutual claiming, the larger the threat of them being parted grew.
A strange paranoia, driven no doubt by instinct and their pheromones.
Taehyung hurried to his car, wanting to get out of the bitter winter cold, wanting to get as far away from the mansion and back to the warmth and comfort of their nest as soon as possible. Once he’d reached his car, he carefully eased Seokjin off his softening knot, and into the passenger’s seat, stroking back the damp locks from his beautiful face, responding to the confused noises, “Hush, love, like I said - want to do this right - want to take my time and make you mine in our nest. I’ll knot you as many times as you want later, love.”
The omega blinked up at him, sleepy and disoriented, “Mine?”
He let out a huff, and then a chuckle, pressing a kiss on a delicate hand.
“Yours. Forever.”
*
“You’re late.”
It was delivered softly, a slight accusation but after years of being mated with the omega, Taehyung was used to it. And he could hardly blame Seokjin or kindle resentment when the omega looked absolutely gorgeous in the dim light of their nest, completely topless, their newborn pup nursing hungrily from a pink, taut nipple, the air filled with comforting scents of mate, milk, and pup - all his. It was the sight that he worked hard for, that made the daily grind worth it, reminding him of the beauty of his lover that he protected, soft brown hair all tousled and rumpled, lips pouty and soft and slightly parted, sweetness and softness made manifest in Seokjin.
“You too,” Taehyung murmured, filled with compassion as he dropped his briefcase to the ground and loosened his tie and removed it, shucked off his jacket and slipped in close to Seokjin, not missing the slight fatigue in the omega’s eyes, touched and made sentimental by the vision of him being so tender and paternal with their pup, sensing no guardedness in Seokjin’s scent and settling next to him, a finger coming to stroke a downy soft cheek that worked Seokjin’s nipple furiously, “Was it a tiring day for you?”
Seokjin seemed to relax a little, shaking his head, face glowing as he looked down at their third pup, their third son, “No; the boys were good for me. Seokie had a bit of a longer nap this afternoon, so he’s hungry now but… I think he’ll be able to sleep soon. He’s been so good sleeping through the night the past week, I don’t want this to ruin the routine.”
“I know, it’s been good for us, especially you too,” Taehyung’s tone lowered, deepened, feeling his omega shiver, licking his lips and resisting the urge to toy with Seokjin’s free nipple, enlarged rosy buds that made his mouth water, to massage his plump, heavy breast and to take pleasure in watching milk bead on his delicate tip, unreasonable pride filling him, happily taking up his responsibility of drinking Seokjin’s milk to ease the fullness that happened on the daily, his omega’s milk production more than abundant and constant since Seokjin had been three months pregnant with their first pup.
His love had been concerned initially, but the doctors had reassured them that this was normal time and again, when Seokjin kept lactating even in the lull between his first and second pregnancy, explaining that in the past, many omegas had been designated ‘pack omegas’ chosen partly for their ability to assist breastfeeding pups other than their own, and Seokjin simply happened to be blessed with the ability to do so, and regular knotting and intercourse also stimulated production. Seokjin had also blamed Taehyung, cheeks pink, after they had left the doctor’s office, pointing out that Taehyung’s constant, casual squeezing of his tits probably added to the stimulation. It meant more pumping to ease the fullness in his chest, and Seokjin did have breast pumping machines but more often than not, Taehyung helped with his own hands, drinking up the rich milk that his mate produced, secretly pleased at how fertile his love was, and how the milk scent coupled with Seokjin’s personal fragrance did so much to his alpha instincts.
Seokjin had indeed been pupped up that night, or the week Taehyung had marked and mated him, claimed him, his instincts pushed into overdrive, unable to leave his newly mated sweetheart and taking a few days off just to spoil and pamper Seokjin with love and affection, strengthening their bonds and their nest. His parents had been apprehensive in the beginning, knowing what mating Seokjin meant, the spectre and threat of Kim Hyunjin lingering behind the omega. But it had been worth it all in the end.
He had been filled with pride and a twisted sense of satisfaction when they were finally able to have their wedding ceremony, large and lavish given that it was a way to repay business partners and investors, a way to declare defiance against Seokjin’s father and most importantly, to celebrate their eternal partnership.
Taehyung recalled the shock in the guests’ eyes, when his mate walked down the aisle, Seokjin beautiful and very obviously pregnant in his wedding gown, their firstborn baby cradled in Taehyung’s mother’s arms, flaunting their fertility and the secured lineage of their family. He relished hearing rumours from reliable sources that Kim Hyunjin had a fit when reading the papers the very next morning, their wedding photos splashed all over the news, announcing the marriage of the prominent chaebol heir to another chaebol’s young omega child, but noting the absence of Kim Hyunjin leading to rampant speculation and industry gossip.
Taehyung’s eyes softened as he watched Seokjin coddle their latest pup, Taeseok, gently helping the baby expel a burp after greedily gulping down all that milk, heartened that the omega had blossomed after the mating, focusing all his energies into raising and caring for their pups, the two of them infatuated with their brood. And it benefitted all; his parents were extremely besotted with their grandchildren, while his relatives and closest allies heaved a sigh of relief, knowing their empire would be secured with this many offspring.
His lower half stirred, conditioned due to Seokjin’s neediness, resulting in daily routine fucking, always willing, always wet, taking such good care of his alpha, readily making his body available to their libidinous needs. Just that morning, Seokjin had been happily sucking him off, working his cock until it was fully erect, Taehyung taking him to the shower for a quickie, pumping his omega full of seed before they began the day.
But sex had to wait; tonight there was something more important.
An announcement he had long been waiting for.
“I need to tell you something love, something important,” Taehyung said softly, taking their pup from Seokjin’s hands after he’d let out the most adorable burp, the omega’s eyes turning questioning as Taehyung slowly and carefully placed the pup back into his crib, milk-drunk and already dozing.
“Is it bad news? Is that why you were late?” Seokjin whispered, crumpling up his thin pyjama top in his hands, on edge and alert.
Taehyung only smiled, and from his inner jacket pocket, pulled out an opened envelope.
“Yes; I wanted to personally hand it over to you, so I waited by my secretary’s office for the official notification, and to get it printed. My gift to you, love,” he whispered, placing the envelope into Seokjin’s hands, gently pulling away the pyjama top, eyes staying on Seokjin’s face as he unbuttoned his own and began to remove it from his body, gloating with pride when the omega’s eyes began to widen with shock as he absorbed the contents of the letter, tears immediately springing to his eyes.
His full lips were parted, stunned as he dropped the letter and stared at Taehyung, trembling all over, “You - you did this?”
He was quick to come close, to hold his pretty mate, gathering him in his arms, dropping a kiss on his forehead, taking the letter and setting it aside, “I did. I promised you. Promised you when I marked you, when I pupped you, that I would make you happy. Make sure he would never bother you again.”
“Abyss… isn’t appa’s anymore?”
Taehyung smirked down at the slight disbelief in Seokjin’s eyes, “I bought him over darling. It took a while, to collect all that capital and to win the largest share, and you know, wining and dining people on the board and convincing them that the company needed an… overhaul of sorts. The news will come out tomorrow morning, sweetheart,” he tucked a stray curl behind Seokjin’s ears, letting his hand drift down to the unsuckled breast, cupping it, testing its weight and teasing the tip, milk beading immediately, “Your father won’t have anymore power, anymore control over anyone or anything. He won’t have any capital, any clout to interfere with our business operations. And the lawsuit about using your mother’s name in the charity fund? Thrown out.”
He savoured as the look of initial shock slowly turned into joy, bittersweet happiness and gratitude, Taehyung sliding down, pressing his lips against the curve of Seokjin’s breast, brushing feather-light kisses there, feeling the weight of his tit against his mouth, letting himself get drunk off the rich, heady scent of milk and slick, off his omega’s rosy scent.
“Taehyung… you… did all that for me?”
His omega gently tipped his face up, looking down at him with doe-eyes filled with unshed tears, and Taehyung smiled, burying his face within the valley of his mate’s bosom, hands cupping both mounds, inhaling deep, before he answered.
“I made a promise to you. And I intended to make good on that promise. To the very end. My constant devotion to you, my sweet little rose. To prove that I’m not your father, and,” Taehyung cupped Seokjin’s small face, thumb swiping over his pouty bottom lip, “To show you how much I love you. Only you. That I’ve dedicated my whole life to make sure my mate and my pups are safe, and well-looked after. That no one stands between me and my family.”
He knew what such words meant, and the effect they had on Seokjin, scenting already a blossoming in the air, omega body prepping itself to reward his alpha, Taehyung grinning, smiling at Seokjin, wiping the trail of tears that streamed down flushed cheeks.
“How will my omega reward me tonight, then?” He murmured, eyes dancing, climbing up Seokjin’s body, pushing away the blankets, the scent of arousal hitting him hard, eyes moving straight to his omega’s lower body, pussy wrapped up in thin, lacy panties.
“Pup me, alpha,” Seokjin whispered breathily, arms circling around Taehyung, welcoming him into the cradle of his body, parting his slender thighs, satisfying Taehyung with his answer, “Not just tonight, but always. I love you, my perfect alpha.”
And he leaned down to claim his just reward in return for exacting revenge on Seokjin’s father.
His omega would suffer no longer, and they would be rid of the spectre of Hyunjin.
At long, long last.