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Jisung is chilling on his king sized bed, wearing just an expensive silk robe with the knot half undone when he receives the message.
It's from an unknown number, and it's not a text per se, it's a video of thirty seconds duration and the omega doesn't think twice before clicking on it.
It takes a short moment to load and when it does, Jisung feels his blood run cold.
The video is a bit pixelated, going in and out of focus, taken at approximately twelve feet distance from what it's supposed to capture but it does the job correctly, captures Jisung's face as he throws his head back and moans, eyes closed and hands on his own tits, squeezing while he bounces on the alpha's cock who's lying on his back on the bed. Even with the poor quality of the video, the wedding ring on the omega's finger shines, the ring that his beta husband had slid on his ring finger during their wedding.
Jisung remembers the night clearly, how he went to the club with his friends after bidding his husband goodbye and got so shitfaced that he didn't think twice before letting the first alpha who approached him that night take him to bed. The man's game was average but being an alpha, he was better than Jisung's beta husband who can never satisfy him since Jisung's subgender naturally makes him ache for a knot.
His heart hammers in his chest as he thinks of the fact that it was all recorded and if the alpha that he fucked that night is the one sending it to him now. Jisung can't think of a good reason to be sent this video, unless the person is going to blackmail him for money or take revenge by sending it to his husband for something Jisung did in the past, though he can't be sure of the latter. There's nothing bad enough Jisung has done in the past to be blackmailed like this now by anyone.
Jisung may not love his husband to whom he was married off for the benefit of his father's business but he loves everything else that comes with it, getting to stay a spoiled housewife and spending his husband's shit load of money on things he lays his eyes on. If the video reaches his husband, there's a big chance that he might react badly and Jisung doesn't want to make his own life miserable.
He doesn't always go out of his way to cheat on his husband but it happened, just that one time and now that it's coming to bite him in the ass, he will never even think of doing it again.
His hand shakes as he reloads the app to see if there's any other message from the number but there's nothing at all. Jisung decides that if he wants to get out of this, he needs to take the first step before the unknown person decides to send it to his husband instead.
Jisung
What do you want from me
Why do you have this
Unknown number
There's a package delivered to your name, get it.
Jisung feels the palpitations of his heart in his throat as he ties his robe properly and takes his phone before putting on his slides to leave the house. He walks towards the main gate and opens the mail box, where he indeed finds a package, medium sized and made to look like an online delivery with a fake invoice plastered to the box as if to avoid raising suspicion if anyone else were to find it.
He quickly walks back inside and closes the door to his room, gulping as he takes the knife from his table and starts tearing the package open. There is another box inside, expensive and neat, black coloured with a pretty satin black bow tied around it.
Confusion clouds Jisung's brain as he takes the box in his hand carefully and unties the bow before opening it and it's…not what Jisung expected.
It's a dress, a beautiful deep wine red, neatly folded and when Jisung lifts it, it unravels into a slip dress, the satin so smooth and glossy under his fingertips. He feels as if he's letting his hand hover over clouds when he inspects it. From the front side, it looks like a basic but eye-catching satin dress but the outstanding feature is the sides, which is partially open but held together by criss-cross lace up straps from under the arm to the hem. The short length and the deep neck gives it a sensual touch and Jisung suddenly aches to see how it looks on him.
The fact that he received it from an unknown person who is about to blackmail him with his sex tape with a man who is not his husband flies over his head and he quickly unties his robe and lets it fall to the ground before pulling the dress over himself. He walks to the full length mirror and stands in front to take himself in.
He feels a little deranged to think that he looks so fucking fuckable in this dress. The dress is more of an intimate wear and whoever picked this must have been aware that the colour of the dress brings out his tan complexion beautifully. The thin spaghetti straps frame his shoulders and the deep V-neck hangs so low that a small slip up will expose his tits to the world. It pushes his breasts together, held tight by the straps in the side that makes the satin stick to his body like a second skin, the opening at the sides more so, showing off his bare sides and the curves of his hips. The dress is short enough to let the thick swell of his ass stick out but also shielding his vulnerable parts.
Jisung is in awe as he looks at himself, lost in the sensual way the dress makes him look. As if on cue, his phone pings.
Unknown number
Wear it and come to the alley down the street by 10 pm tonight.
Jisung's eyes widen as he reads the text over and over again, his mouth agape at what the text insinuates. He knows what place the person is talking about. The deserted alley between the two cafes down the street they're living in. He knows that it's narrow enough to go unnoticed by people who don't pay enough attention but also wide enough to…to do what, Jisung doesn't want to think. But the fact that he doesn't get enough time to mentally prepare himself before letting himself get eaten by the sharks picks at his nerves.
It's already 7 pm and anytime now, his husband will come home and surely Jisung can't leave the house if he's home. He doesn't know how he got the courage to decide that he is, in fact, going to meet a person who might possibly murder him or rape him or kidnap him and sell him somewhere but what he does know is that he definitely doesn't want that video to reach his husband or their families.
So he discards the dress on the bed and locks himself in the bathroom. He tells himself that he's taking a shower only because he does so every time he leaves the house and not because he's considering dolling himself up for the stranger who might possibly be a murderer. He takes his time scrubbing his skin and washing his hair before drying his wavy hair with the hair dryer, does his skincare and slaps his skin to watch it bounce.
He comes out of the bathroom naked, fresh and nervous as time goes by. The chill air flowing in through the window makes him shiver as he slips the dress on, tightens the straps on the sides and checks himself out in the mirror before doing his make-up. It's nothing too much, just a bit of mascara and brown eyeliner to make it smudge around his eyes, some barely noticeable rosy blush and lipgloss. The make-up gives him an overall soft look, a contrast to the deep red of his dress. He also puts on a long black coat to cover himself and finishes it off with black heels.
It's 8.15 pm on the dot when he exits the house. He plans to sit in the cafe nearby even if it's too early but he'll do whatever it takes to not make it seem even a little bit suspicious to his husband. So he shoots a text to his husband that he's going out with friends, believing that his husband wouldn't bother to ask him again.
The wind blows and messes up his fluffy hair as he walks down the street, his phone clutched tightly in his hands, shivering and jittery as he wills himself to take deep breaths and tells himself that he will not get murdered.
The bells jingle upon his entry and he quickly places the order for a simple iced americano and takes his seat by the window. He's nearly sweating, his scent coming out a bit sour but also laced with something he has never felt before, never smelled on himself.
His drink arrives and he takes the tiniest of sips, letting the ice calm him down a bit. He keeps his lips wrapped around the straw, takes small sips lest the staff figure out that he's just going to be waiting for almost two hours there.
He's scrolling on his phone when he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand, his heart racing suddenly, feeling like he's being watched. But he doesn't turn to the window, keeps his eyes on his phone and checks the time.
9.55 pm.
He gulps down the rest of his drink, which is just another long sip and discards the cup before exiting the cafe.
His chest tightens and his stomach slightly churns, just a sign that he's nervous. His breath comes out shallow as he takes a few steps to reach the alley. It's pitch dark inside, the flickering bulb too far inside to illuminate the space properly. Jisung takes small, careful steps and walks further inside.
The weight of the situation gets dumped on him suddenly, a person was deranged enough to record him getting fucked by some alpha, sent the video to him, delivered a dress which is strangely sexy and fitting to him and asked him to meet him in an alley. So the man either made him look pretty before killing him or made him doll himself up to fuck him in some dingy alley.
It's not 10 pm yet, so if the man arrives later then Jisung might be able to see his face with the help of the lights in the street. Just a peek at the person who somehow got a hold of his sex tape and is blackmailing him.
He takes his phone to turn on the flashlight so that he can plan some way to somehow escape if he's in too much danger but he doesn't get the chance to.
A squeak falls from his lips as he's abruptly pulled further into the darkness, a gloved hand slapping over his mouth to silence him. His heart threatens to jump out of his chest, jackhammering inside when he's suddenly pressed to a wall. His eyes widen, breaths coming out short as a warm body presses against his back, effectively making him immobile.
“Quiet.”
Jisung whimpers, the sound muffled by the hand. It's obvious that whoever is behind him is stronger than him, so strong that Jisung can't move a muscle even if he tries to. The person—an alpha— is bigger than him, taller and packed with muscles. He knows that this alpha is not the same as the one who fucked him in the hotel room, that one was shorter and had way less muscles. The way he embraces Jisung from behind, to a third person, it will look as if Jisung isn't even there. That's how small he feels. And the scent. Gods, Jisung knows that the alpha's musky scent will come back to haunt him in his dreams. He's nothing like anyone Jisung has smelled before. Not even the alphas he has dated back in high school. He just knows that the smell is going to stick to his nose forever. That is, if he ever makes it home.
The silence is maddening as Jisung waits for the man to say anything, but the man seems dead set on making sure that no one else is nearby. Only after a thorough check does the man relax behind him, loosens his hand but doesn't move his body.
Jisung's heart beats in his throat when he feels something cold press his neck— his nose. He goes rigid as the man's sharp nose drags along the back of his neck. He breathes in like he's trying to inhale Jisung's scent as much as he can.
By now, Jisung is sweating, slight perspiration on his neck, which the man notices and— promptly licks it.
“Ah,” Jisung squeals, squirming in the man's hold but he doesn't relent. He keeps him there, one hand on his arm and the other around his waist so tightly that Jisung worries if it'll leave marks. He hopes it doesn't.
“Shh, don't make noise.”
The man's voice is smooth and mysterious, a dangerous combo that Jisung is always attracted to. But he shouldn't be attracted to this person. Shouldn't be.
“W-Who are you? What do you want from me?” Jisung asks quietly, fearing that if he speaks too loud, the man will somehow pull out a knife and hold it to his throat.
The man completely ignores him and turns him around, one arm wrapping around his waist strong enough to hold Jisung tight while the other comes to take off his coat—
“N-no, what are you doing—” The omega gets cut off by a warm mouth pressing into his roughly, a tongue forcing its way into his mouth and Jisung can't help but whimper and submit, letting the man explore his mouth while he works his coat open.
Once the man gets his way, he pulls the coat off and throws it somewhere, all the while kissing him hard and unforgiving, sucking on his tongue. He makes Jisung stand between him and the wall wearing only the dress, which is askew around his body and the way his nipples harden tells him that the neck has stretched lower, exposing his tits.
Jisung gasps for air once the man pulls back, but he's soon assaulted by bites on his neck, teeth scraping his sensitive skin and sucking the flesh, leaving fresh bruises. Not even his husband has mauled his neck like this and that's considering he has been with the man for two years.
The sound of his coat hitting the ground echoes in the alley and in the next moments, there are hands— bare hands, rough and adorned with callouses, scraping down his sides, through the opening of the dress. The man touches him like he's trying to visualise how the omega looks by feeling him up and it briefly makes Jisung wonder why the man asked him to wear the dress when it's going to be this dark anyway. He could just rip apart whatever clothes he's wearing and get on with it. But it seems the alpha likes to make his victims look pretty before assaulting them in a dark alley. Jisung wonders if there are any other victims of his at all or if he's the only one. Special.
“You wore it,” the man whispers into his ear, his warm breath hitting the omega's skin and somehow that's what makes the first drop of slick slide down his inner thighs.
Jisung whines pathetically and squeezes his thighs together, his hands clutching the man's jacket—expensive leather— as he tries to look into the darkness, trying to get a glance of the man. But luck doesn't seem to be on his side today at all, only gifting him with the picture of the man's silhouette.
“Knew you'd look so pretty in it. So fucking pretty, baby.”
Jisung whimpers, arousal shooting through his body as he feels the alpha's hands mapping his body, running down his sides and roughly pulling the neck down to pull his tits out. They're pushed together by the tightness of the dress, sticking out obediently for the alpha to put his mouth on and he does. A warm mouth presses wet kisses on the flesh, biting what he can and when he reaches his nipple, he sucks.
“Nghh— ahh,” Jisung arches into the feeling, his back curving into the man's tight embrace as he ravishes the sensitive buds, occasionally letting teeth scrape the thin skin. Jisung has always been sensitive there, has ached for someone to suck on them and pleasure him but he has never gotten the chance until now.
The sensation is so good that it makes Jisung's eyes roll to the back, mouth hanging open, hands coming up to tangle in the alpha's hair which is surprisingly very soft. The alpha suckles on his tits like a starved baby, pulls them with a force as if he's expecting milk to come flooding his mouth.
Jisung shouldn't be enjoying this much, he should be arguing with the man that what he's doing is wrong and that he should erase any evidence of the video in exchange for money but here he is, letting the man swallow him up.
His pussy is dripping with slick, clenching around air as if searching for something to stuff itself with and the alpha probably smells it on him. His hands suddenly trail down till they're at the hem of his dress, lifting it till it settles over his ass. He splays his hand on the bare skin of his asscheeks and pauses his assault on Jisung's tits, as if surprised by the lack of underwear.
Jisung hears him chuckling. “Dumb whore.”
Jisung's face burns at the fact that he almost instinctively forgot to put underwear on. But now, it's one less barrier to having his cunt touched and Jisung is not complaining.
Cold hands pry his asscheeks apart, exposing his hole. Jisung flushes as the man brings his fingers down to rub over his slick hole and he wonders if the alpha is going to fuck him there. But then he takes his hand away only to slap his ass hard, the sound echoing in the alley.
Jisung gasps, feeling his ass bounce at the impact but then it morphs into a moan, a loud and throaty moan, when cold fingers enter his cunt, pumping hard and fast. Loud squelching sounds, accompanied by the little noises coming out of Jisung's mouth and the slurping sound of the man's mouth suckling on his tits.
He's suddenly pushed down, his knees hitting the dirty ground. A hand comes to hold his hair, sounds of a belt being undone reaching the omega's ears and Jisung understands. Understands that the alpha's cock is about to abuse its way into his mouth and what more can Jisung do except take it and try not to gag.
As expected, the blunt, wet head of the man's cock makes its way past his lips and Jisung has to stretch his jaw to accommodate the alpha's thick cock into his mouth. It's bigger than anything he has ever taken, hell it's bigger than the biggest dildo he owns. Nothing could have prepared him for the way his throat burns at having something this huge in his mouth.
The alpha groans above him, his hips shifting slightly to wiggle his cock deeper inside the omega's mouth. The sounds he makes go straight to Jisung's cunt, which he's pretty sure is pushing more slick out, as if his body recognises that he needs more lubrication if the alpha's huge cock is about to go inside him.
Drool drips down Jisung's chin as he shuts his eyes and lets the alpha's hold on his hair guide him. Jisung tries not to gag, hollows his cheeks to suck the alpha's cock like a good omega and the reward is not disappointing. The alpha moans above him, pets his hair and fucks into his mouth, pace picking up until he's plunging his cock down Jisung's throat like he's nothing more than a cock sleeve.
Jisung cannot make any sounds, he simply lets himself be treated like a slut, feels like one, as he lets the alpha, a stranger, use him like he's made for this. A hole to be used and thrown away.
Jisung's jaw aches by the time the man pulls out and pulls him up by supporting him under his arms. The omega's knees buckle, giving out, but the alpha, strong and observing, catches him and holds him, only to kiss him square on the mouth.
Jisung moans into the kiss, and doesn't think when the man pulls one of the omega's legs up. And oh, there it is— the tip of the alpha's cock pushes into his pussy and works its way in. Jisung can only whimper mindlessly, already cock drunk, giving into the urge to let the man have his way with him.
By the time the alpha's thick cock is inside him, Jisung is leaking like a faucet, the humiliating squelching sounds keep his drunken mind away from the fact that not even twenty feet away, there are people, unassuming and unaware of the married omega letting a random alpha use him in some alley.
Flesh slaps against flesh as the alpha drives his cock inside his pussy at an animalistic pace. The feeling of getting fucked out of the world has Jisung moaning into his hand, the alpha's moans reaching his ears as he fits his face in the crook of Jisung's neck.
“Ah ah ah alpha!” Jisung whines, pathetic and pliant and pitiful, letting the man take him hard and fast. The alpha is fucking him like the only thing on his mind is locking Jisung around his knot and making him hang off it. The force of his thrusts makes his tits bounce, the straps of the dress sliding down his shoulders as Jisung goes boneless, letting the alpha support his whole body.
“You sound so pretty, baby. One day— fuck, I'm gonna tie you up and fuck you in my bedroom,” the alpha whispers with a strain to his voice, as if he himself is holding back from moaning out loud.
Jisung whimpers at the thought and cries silently, legs trembling as he gets fucked through and through. He doesn't even know how the alpha looks but he would totally be down for it. Especially—
“And who knows, I might even record it.”
Jisung comes with a sob, tears cascading down his face and the alpha doesn't stop even when he tries to pull away, holds his hand behind his back and forces him on his cock even when Jisung is shaking like a leaf because of the overstimulation.
He's being pushed beyond his limits, but even if he wanted to stop, there's no way he could. The man makes sure of it, assaults his neck with hickeys and bites, licks over the fresh ones and whispers in his ear how good he is and how well he takes it. It makes Jisung's omega preen, literally wags its tail at the praise and pants with the tongue out, begging for more.
Their scents combine and make way for a crazily perfect smell, clouding Jisung's nostrils as he tries to tries to breathe in while being fucked every inch of his life. A particularly hard thrust sends him reeling, he squirts around the alpha's cock who pulls out just enough to rub the tip of his cock on Jisung's wet folds, letting the clear liquid bathe his cock.
And when he presses back inside, it's as if he grew more huge with the way his head is pressing into his cervix. Squirting has drained his energy, but Jisung doesn't resist, his womb calling out for the alpha's knot to push inside and it does.
“Fuck, fuck—” the alpha curses and pushes inside deeper before stilling his hips.
Jisung feels it growing, stretching him impossibly as it broadens and locks itself inside Jisung's cunt.
The alpha is panting the same way he is, and when Jisung lifts his face up, the flickering light from afar gives him a glance of the man's face. Handsome, sharp cheekbones and nose, endlessly dark eyes and perfect red bitten lips.
Jisung lunges forward and kisses him, satisfaction blooming in his chest as the alpha holds him and kisses him back, sucking on tongue and licking into his mouth. He hums, amusement laced in it and it makes Jisung's ears burn.
Tears cling to Jisung's eyes as he lets the alpha feel him up while his knot stays inside him, hands roaming on his body, caressing his sides, groping his tits and ass while his face hovers above his.
His voice is hoarse and deep when it comes out.
“Don't you wish you could get fucked like this everyday, sweetheart?”
Jisung squirms under his gaze, turning his face to the side, blushing. He doesn't know how to tell the stranger that he would in fact like it but something tells him that the alpha already knows.
Just then, the alpha's cum floods the insides of his pussy, filling him up to the brim as if the alpha's been saving himself, his cum, so that he could paint Jisung's womb and breed him with his pups.
The thought makes him clench around the alpha who curses under his breath and curls a hand around Jisung's neck as a warning but the omega doesn't let up. He's already leaking, in more ways than one and he wants nothing more than to have the alpha plunge his cock inside him.
The alpha seems to have something similar in his mind as he slowly rocks his hips, grunting, probably from the overstimulation and the cum sloshes inside Jisung's cunt. He closes his eyes and moans quietly, revelling under the alpha's attention on his body.
His eyes fly open when the alpha pushes incredibly deep and stills, and when a watery liquid— his piss, starts flooding his insides, Jisung cries out, shakes his head to oppose it but his pussy is holding onto the alpha's cock in a vice grip.
“Ah fuck,” the man moans deeply, pissing inside the omega's cunt to empty his bladder. The act of it is so unhinged, so strange and so sexy— that it makes Jisung come again with a tremble. His small body can't hold everything inside and so, the mixture of his cum and piss starts gushing out around the alpha's cock, the liquid hits the ground and ruins Jisung for everything else.
By the time the man finally pulls out, an embarrassing amount of liquid pours out of his cunt and what's more humiliating is the way the alpha curses and plunges his fingers inside the omega to finger him, rough and fast, making him squirt around the digits.
Jisung wails, his own body giving up on him as he lets loose, sobs wrecking his whole frame as the alpha keeps pushing him, slamming his thick fingers in and out of his wet entrance.
“Alpha please, please don't– not anymore please, I can't –” Jisung begs, but he can't even hear himself over the sound of the squelching.
When it finally stops, Jisung struggles to stand straight, going boneless in the alpha's arms and strangely, the man doesn't let go, holds him gently and kisses the side of his head.
“Did so well, omega. Gonna let me take care of you?”
Jisung does not register any of those words, only nods dumbly at whatever question he has been asked and but what he knows is that when the alpha picks him up bridal style and starts walking, it's not in the direction of his husband's house.