saccharine–czennie

pt.1 - my mom loves mandarins a lot so she buys them for the house all the time and i love them! i actually don't know how i got to associating them with taehyun, but it just stuck with me! i'd eat him up too goshhhh! and thank you!! i couldn't resist writing their first meeting in such detail after seeing axe ceremonia taehyun 2025, like i was obsessed with him. so glad you loved how they met! yay! ^^

pt.2 - WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY. so when i was planning this series and i was character hunting, i originally had heeseung in mind, but i just couldn't see him as such an evil villian and then i just thought hm, what about my very jealous man jungwon? (coming from a jw bias btw) and then upon doing research i discovered that him and tyun are actually very good friends 0‐0 woops! oh jungwon, i am so so sorry for making you so evil in this series! >< ALSO HELLO? oh my goodness ms.koqabear is literally my idol???!!! having my taehyun compared to the taehyuns she's written is literally such a huge honour for me anon omgoddd! she's the empress of solomon-ville, my worddd!!! listen, i saw those pool pics and i was sold, him and yeonjun just love being in the water so much, i had to!!! and uhh- yeah that makeout scene... lawddd. listen, it was her first date everrr and tyun was the perfect gentleman. i love love love self-controlled tyunnie, he's just so incredibly sexy!

pt.3 - writing the pack meeting was so satisfying for me! they had it coming! and i loved writing for hee and sunoo! man, i was itching sooo baaad to give reader and hee some sort of history, but!!! we had to keep the story simple! one ex at a time ahaha. and yes! tyun is a communicator! that man makes his intentions clear! i need a taste of that magic stick too bcs– need to make that man lose control too ugh ugh ugh (also, there's a reason they have a leather couch, cough :p) interior designer reader loves the couch so...

pt.4 - listen, the shock's still fresh for beomie, ok? (they've all got good reason to be cautious of taehyun, that man is way too good at it). and those lines!!!! eeee writing those lines had me tweakinggg. i was especially wondering if those weren't a little too much, but i'm glad you liked them! these two are just equally down bad and borderline feral and i'm glad you felt what i wanted to convey with tyun and his mate here, eeee!

pt.5 - you know, i was so tempted to write that they were jumping each other's bones during those three days because!!! also, it makes me so happy you noticed these personality traits of irl taehyun!!! whilst i was doing research specifically for him, i noted down all of these habits of his and i just had to include them. he bias wrecked me so hard in this time, my word! had to remind myself where home is (beomgyu, my loveee)! oh how i love that you loved and appreciated their lore and their relationship! it was so important to me to not just present their physical pull, but their emotional one too! and hun let me tell you!!! i love the topic of submission being separate from a sexual context because there are good men out there! she softened like butter around him after having been brought up to be a hardass!!! our girl was yearninggg to be loved and taken care of!

separating my yap sesh here ahaha! oh taehyun definitely knew what red peonies meant! i did my own set of research and i was sold! that man is intentional with everything! you can't convince me otherwise! and i love that you noticed the chair pull aaaa i was blushing so much whilst writing it! >< tyun and reader tension was my favorite thing to write everrr! the t in taehyun stands for tension, you feel me? that hyunjin insert had me laughing evilly raaah i love hyunjin so much! he def amped up their heat! also stoppp, i love that you notice all the little nuggets i left aah! they're just so in love! i need what they have like it's not funny anymore

and uhh, car sex is definitely on their list :p. we know tyun will have her in that backseat, in his lap, pistoning into her with their tongues tangled whilst she leaks all over him. omgoddd. trusttt, those two plan on doing it on every surface possible lmao. nothing's stopping them! 0‐0 also, i wanted reader to still have her confidence and wit! i didn't want to write her as someone who's not excited about life and romance! she left that pack house behind, because she wanted to find life! and that she did!

the bj scene, prep scene, soft smut & claim - thank you so much eeee! i was so stressed about this scene! i was gen crashing out like how do i write an emotional bj scene?! but thank goodness it had the effect i wanted it to have! :) i had to make tyunnie lose it aaah! he deserved it fuckkk. and yes, i was def thinking about that dior clip aaaaah! and uhm yes, taehyun's just a little hungry ok, don't mind him >< when i said consumption kink, i meant it ahaha! tyun is a man who makes and keeps promises!!!

pt.6 - listennnn, this man was not holding back for shittt!!! i need kang that magician fucker taehyun to do all those tricks with me, lorddd! trust jungwon was scared shitless! he won't be bothering them ever again! also, their dynamic - i love me a service dom tyun and mouthy reader ughhh! like yes put my money where my mouth is >< their downstairs neighbours are strong bcs breaking a bed– hmm T‐T. I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU HATE JUNGWON AAAA listen, that man was forcing an attachment to someone that was not his mate, his entire being was rejecting that shit (not an excuse) but like, he'd done enough damage and he didn't need to do any more! we needed reader to raise her standards here a lil! tyun wasn't having any of it!

(yes that was a segway to alpha!yeonjun mwahahah stay tuned! >○<)

i had to bring us down from all the roughness. truthfully, i had that last scene planned and written out first, before any of the filth was written! so i'm glad it truly stuck with you! :3 that scene means a lot to me!

onto your questions and personal headcannons ♥︎

1 - so uhh you're asking the wrong person, because i know very little about perfumes (i have superr sensitive sinuses so i literally rotate between two perfumes) >< hmm, what do you guys think their perfumes would be?

2 - i love this question! hm, ok so from what we know yj is a dance major! i still see them all doing some form of arts so some of these might be a stretch! i think beom would (possibly) be in mechanical engineering (he's mentioned his dad works w cars) or video game design. he might be in music, leaning towards composing and songwriting! hyuka would be in journalism or communication (he's mentioned this before) or in music! not necessarily composing, but he'd probs be in a band! tyun is hella good at math so probs applied maths or sport science. soobs…hm. he strikes me as someone who'd go for something in hospitality, so a little bit of business or culinary arts? i could be completely wrong with all of these! let me know what you think!

3 - i'm gonna take you through my hierarchy here T‐T. i generally originally set it up as the women as omegas and the men as alphas T‐T i'm sorry. the different companies are pack hosts/societies, like they're the overseers of multiple packs with their own set-in-stone laws ("hybe-house"). elders are either the members' parents or previous generations of main alphas and main omegas (omegas mated to main alphas) (all of our mcs, basically). different packs are the bgs (who are main alphas of said packs) and ggs (who are main omegas/lunas of said packs). the other regular degular alphas and omegas in these packs would be people like you and me, staff, crew etc, basically everyone who's not an idol. T‐T idk if that makes sense, but- that's as far as my abo universe goes aaa. i'm still trying to figure out how and where to include betas ><

4 - oh she's 100% more needy and feral. he is her assigned mate, so every hormone and heatwave hits more intense with him than it would with any other alpha! and we know taehyun can keep up! he's definitely fulfilling every dirty little fantasy of hers, not letting up until she's spent and bred good omgoddd. her heat is heaven for him

5 - aaah they might still make their appearances in yj's and soobs' stories! aah i love them too and i got so attached to their dynamic over the past few months! if i ever have hard thoughts regarding them, i'll definitely write them as drabbles! :)

6 - oh we love our lifeguard alphas down! omgod don't give me more ideas!!! she'd actually go insane for taehyun all shirtless and wet

7 - oh alpha!tyun as a husband would be golden! he'd take such good care of reader and their pups aaaah! that's exactly why she's that excited about the thought of getting pregnant. she knows her man will show up for her and her pups!

now onto your final thoughts…

once again, this is such high praise and i am so glad you loved the series this much! i genuinely shed a few tears when i got to the end of this ask. thank you so much for sharing all of your thoughts with me anonie! ♥︎ i loved reading your feedback! i live for it!

pt.1 - my mom loves mandarins a lot so she buys them for the house all the time and i love them! i actually don't know how i got to associating them with taehyun, but it just stuck with me! i'd eat him up too goshhhh! and thank you!! i couldn't resist writing their first meeting in such detail after seeing axe ceremonia taehyun 2025, like i was obsessed with him. so glad you loved how they met! yay! ^^

pt.2 - WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY. so when i was planning this series and i was character hunting, i originally had heeseung in mind, but i just couldn't see him as such an evil villian and then i just thought hm, what about my very jealous man jungwon? (coming from a jw bias btw) and then upon doing research i discovered that him and tyun are actually very good friends 0‐0 woops! oh jungwon, i am so so sorry for making you so evil in this series! >< ALSO HELLO? oh my goodness ms.koqabear is literally my idol???!!! having my taehyun compared to the taehyuns she's written is literally such a huge honour for me anon omgoddd! she's the empress of solomon-ville, my worddd!!! listen, i saw those pool pics and i was sold, him and yeonjun just love being in the water so much, i had to!!! and uhh- yeah that makeout scene... lawddd. listen, it was her first date everrr and tyun was the perfect gentleman. i love love love self-controlled tyunnie, he's just so incredibly sexy!

pt.3 - writing the pack meeting was so satisfying for me! they had it coming! and i loved writing for hee and sunoo! man, i was itching sooo baaad to give reader and hee some sort of history, but!!! we had to keep the story simple! one ex at a time ahaha. and yes! tyun is a communicator! that man makes his intentions clear! i need a taste of that magic stick too bcs– need to make that man lose control too ugh ugh ugh (also, there's a reason they have a leather couch, cough :p) interior designer reader loves the couch so...

pt.4 - listen, the shock's still fresh for beomie, ok? (they've all got good reason to be cautious of taehyun, that man is way too good at it). and those lines!!!! eeee writing those lines had me tweakinggg. i was especially wondering if those weren't a little too much, but i'm glad you liked them! these two are just equally down bad and borderline feral and i'm glad you felt what i wanted to convey with tyun and his mate here, eeee!

pt.5 - you know, i was so tempted to write that they were jumping each other's bones during those three days because!!! also, it makes me so happy you noticed these personality traits of irl taehyun!!! whilst i was doing research specifically for him, i noted down all of these habits of his and i just had to include them. he bias wrecked me so hard in this time, my word! had to remind myself where home is (beomgyu, my loveee)! oh how i love that you loved and appreciated their lore and their relationship! it was so important to me to not just present their physical pull, but their emotional one too! and hun let me tell you!!! i love the topic of submission being separate from a sexual context because there are good men out there! she softened like butter around him after having been brought up to be a hardass!!! our girl was yearninggg to be loved and taken care of!

separating my yap sesh here ahaha! oh taehyun definitely knew what red peonies meant! i did my own set of research and i was sold! that man is intentional with everything! you can't convince me otherwise! and i love that you noticed the chair pull aaaa i was blushing so much whilst writing it! >< tyun and reader tension was my favorite thing to write everrr! the t in taehyun stands for tension, you feel me? that hyunjin insert had me laughing evilly raaah i love hyunjin so much! he def amped up their heat! also stoppp, i love that you notice all the little nuggets i left aah! they're just so in love! i need what they have like it's not funny anymore

and uhh, car sex is definitely on their list :p. we know tyun will have her in that backseat, in his lap, pistoning into her with their tongues tangled whilst she leaks all over him. omgoddd. trusttt, those two plan on doing it on every surface possible lmao. nothing's stopping them! 0‐0 also, i wanted reader to still have her confidence and wit! i didn't want to write her as someone who's not excited about life and romance! she left that pack house behind, because she wanted to find life! and that she did!

the bj scene, prep scene, soft smut & claim - thank you so much eeee! i was so stressed about this scene! i was gen crashing out like how do i write an emotional bj scene?! but thank goodness it had the effect i wanted it to have! :) i had to make tyunnie lose it aaah! he deserved it fuckkk. and yes, i was def thinking about that dior clip aaaaah! and uhm yes, taehyun's just a little hungry ok, don't mind him >< when i said consumption kink, i meant it ahaha! tyun is a man who makes and keeps promises!!!

pt.6 - listennnn, this man was not holding back for shittt!!! i need kang that magician fucker taehyun to do all those tricks with me, lorddd! trust jungwon was scared shitless! he won't be bothering them ever again! also, their dynamic - i love me a service dom tyun and mouthy reader ughhh! like yes put my money where my mouth is >< their downstairs neighbours are strong bcs breaking a bed– hmm T‐T. I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU HATE JUNGWON AAAA listen, that man was forcing an attachment to someone that was not his mate, his entire being was rejecting that shit (not an excuse) but like, he'd done enough damage and he didn't need to do any more! we needed reader to raise her standards here a lil! tyun wasn't having any of it!

(yes that was a segway to alpha!yeonjun mwahahah stay tuned! >○<)

i had to bring us down from all the roughness. truthfully, i had that last scene planned and written out first, before any of the filth was written! so i'm glad it truly stuck with you! :3 that scene means a lot to me!

onto your questions and personal headcannons ♥︎

1 - so uhh you're asking the wrong person, because i know very little about perfumes (i have superr sensitive sinuses so i literally rotate between two perfumes) >< hmm, what do you guys think their perfumes would be?

2 - i love this question! hm, ok so from what we know yj is a dance major! i still see them all doing some form of arts so some of these might be a stretch! i think beom would (possibly) be in mechanical engineering (he's mentioned his dad works w cars) or video game design. he might be in music, leaning towards composing and songwriting! hyuka would be in journalism or communication (he's mentioned this before) or in music! not necessarily composing, but he'd probs be in a band! tyun is hella good at math so probs applied maths or sport science. soobs…hm. he strikes me as someone who'd go for something in hospitality, so a little bit of business or culinary arts? i could be completely wrong with all of these! let me know what you think!

3 - i'm gonna take you through my hierarchy here T‐T. i generally originally set it up as the women as omegas and the men as alphas T‐T i'm sorry. the different companies are pack hosts/societies, like they're the overseers of multiple packs with their own set-in-stone laws ("hybe-house"). elders are either the members' parents or previous generations of main alphas and main omegas (omegas mated to main alphas) (all of our mcs, basically). different packs are the bgs (who are main alphas of said packs) and ggs (who are main omegas/lunas of said packs). the other regular degular alphas and omegas in these packs would be people like you and me, staff, crew etc, basically everyone who's not an idol. T‐T idk if that makes sense, but- that's as far as my abo universe goes aaa. i'm still trying to figure out how and where to include betas ><

4 - oh she's 100% more needy and feral. he is her assigned mate, so every hormone and heatwave hits more intense with him than it would with any other alpha! and we know taehyun can keep up! he's definitely fulfilling every dirty little fantasy of hers, not letting up until she's spent and bred good omgoddd. her heat is heaven for him

5 - aaah they might still make their appearances in yj's and soobs' stories! aah i love them too and i got so attached to their dynamic over the past few months! if i ever have hard thoughts regarding them, i'll definitely write them as drabbles! :)

6 - oh we love our lifeguard alphas down! omgod don't give me more ideas!!! she'd actually go insane for taehyun all shirtless and wet

7 - oh alpha!tyun as a husband would be golden! he'd take such good care of reader and their pups aaaah! that's exactly why she's that excited about the thought of getting pregnant. she knows her man will show up for her and her pups!

now onto your final thoughts…

once again, this is such high praise and i am so glad you loved the series this much! i genuinely shed a few tears when i got to the end of this ask. thank you so much for sharing all of your thoughts with me anonie! ♥︎ i loved reading your feedback! i live for it!

i was cheesing so much while reading this. seeing how happy my review made you made me so happy :3 you’ve spoken about how you like feedback (i was that anon who sent this ask about colleague!beomgyu) + i really like the series so… i figured i’d write out a review :D

omg, i had finished a 10+ hr shift, got ready for bed and i just knew i wasn’t gonna fall asleep. the anticipation was getting to me and i didn’t wanna wait until the next day!! i debated going straight to the finale but NO! i decided i wanted to immerse myself back into the story heh…so rip my sleep (dw i took a 2hr nap midday)

praise jail + horny tyun thoughts again

pt.1 – omg that’s so cute both you and your mum love them. tyun is round, small, sweet, bright & tangy – i can see why you’d associate him with mandarins. THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU AXE CEREMONIA TAEHYUN FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!

pt.2 – idk jungwon that well other than like the 5 reels that have come across my feed of him being an absolute cutie patootie. I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE ALSO A KOQABEAR ENTHUSIAST!!! both of you have written my absolute favourite tyuns and depict him so well. i deadass have pool & beach taehyun as photo widgets on my phone background. those back pics make me so fucking feral. gentleman tyun with self-control is very sexy very hot very scrumptious. makes me wanna jump his bones even more

pt.3 – i lowkey do love the idea that her and heeseung had some history. perhaps he liked her from afar or they did have something going on before jungwon got in the way. BUT!!! i do think then reader wouldn’t have become so broken from jungwon, cuz she would’ve had a better experience with heeseung to up her standards. i love when a man is direct about how he feels but still feral and down bad…alpha!taehyun you are EVERYTHINGGG

pt.4 – i was rereading taehyun’s sections in your alpha!beomgyu fic and omfg i forgot his mate and taehyun are also neighbours?!?!?! i can only think that during beomgyu’s mate’s heat was when taehyun was courting reader jfndjkg the timeline crossing over for beomgyu, taehyun & now yeonjun meeting their mates is so amusing to me.

the lines were definitely not too much!! i think it perfectly showed how depraved he was feeling about his mate and hinted at his future consumption kink cuz boy was HUNGRY for his mate

pt.5 – sorry, but did you finish you first sentence?  i do love that you changed it to them having 3 days no sex. it really made their claiming more meaningful, amped up their desire for each other, deepened the non-sexual parts of their relationship. i’m glad you enjoyed writing the finale, you can tell the passion is there

…and that’s why his car has a leather interior heh.

YOU WROTE THAT EMOTIONAL BJ SCENE SO GOOOOOOOOOOD. honestly, i didn’t read the tags/warnings cuz i wanted to be surprised so the consumption part threw me…but i was more shocked that i liked it so much dkjgfbd

pt.6 – YESSSSSSSS JUNGWON STAY TF AWAY. i haven’t hated a written villain in a fic like this in so long. i was ready to square up several times while reading kjdfbgd

HEHEH I’M SO EXCITED FOR YEONJUN’S ALPHA FIC!!! i hope his upcoming album release will serve as some inspo <3

the scene really stood out to me. the safe word stuff can be very one and done in fics, but i'm so glad to see it properly integrated. tyun comes off as a very responsible and attentive lover in it

answering the answers to my questions

1. i will be answering this one separately because i went down a rabbit hole and it is so many words

2. oh hellll yeah dancer yj (i love when he’s still a dancer in fics). i totally agree with hyuka being in something writing based and in a college band. oh baby…soobin can’t cook for shit (i.e. that to do ep when he put so much salt in his soup) BUT he did used to bake so perhaps that kind of culinary. i can so see tyun doing sport science!! his sports loving ass would deffo go into that path. i’m stuck on what beomgyu would do, probably something hands on?

3. this completely makes sense!! i love how you integrated other groups + companies into it. it makes the structure of a kpop a/b/o universe make a lot of sense. idk much about how a/b/o universes are structured, but i think having alphas/omegas be whichever gender might help you figure out what you want to do with betas (so it isn’t just doesn’t feel gender assigned. plus, there’s no way yeonjun wasn’t drowning in female and male omegas)

4. it would be heaven for taehyun. watching her allow herself to take what she wants. him fulfilling his desires by fulfilling hers. there’s totally 10x more filthy pup talk. service top tyun is here to please however he can~

5. i hope you get as many thoughts about them as possible then. if jjunie is asking for date help then taehyun is deffo the man to ask and reader can vouch!! i can’t wait to see alpha!yeonjun, especially after him being the cliffhanger in both beommie & tyun’s series. i gotta meet this “perfect” mate of his.

i’m so curious if we’ll get a beomgyu taehyun interaction…especially after what poor beommie discovered.

i’m also really curious what you’re thinking about for soobie’s story!! are we rewinding to when they met? will it come as flashbacks? i’m curious about a more established relationship/dynamic (soobin and hyuka). i’m so curious about a PROPER pack leader is like in this universe (unlike someone….) + his luna mate. (…it seems i’m curious about a lot of things fkdjgbd)

6. i WILL be giving you more ideas hehe (the tyun thoughts never stop). we know taehyun used to have many omegas trying to get their way with him. it unfortunately doesn’t stop, even when he’s claimed :( perhaps past omegas he’s been with other summers ago want a taste again. i can so see reader getting extra possessive of tyun and it just turns him on so much to see her riled up. him letting her have her way with him and him fucking the jealousy out of her. beach sex, ocean sex, summer house sex. only SHE can drool over her man

7. you’ve written the most responsible dedicated attentive devoted man i’ve ever read. how am I supposed to find a partner now that my standards are even higher *sigh*

thank you SO MUCHHH for answering!! i can't believe my review brought out some tears 🫂 🫂 i loved hearing all your thoughts and extra backstory tid bits!!

pt.1 & 2 - axe ceremonia taehyun is truly my fav look of his! i gen think if i write for him again in the future, i'll still base my tyun off of what he looked like that night, my word! taehyun is soo insanely sexy to me, like i'm done fighting it! (sorry gyu)

pt.3 & 4 - oh hee would've given her insane princess treatment, but jw snatched her up the second they presented smh | the timeline crossovers are def something i have to keep in mind every time i write >< and yes, tae and gyu's mate are neighbors - along with kai's mate! so if kai, his mate or gyu's mate are at home, good luck to their ears bcs tyun and reader are deep in poundtown lmfao

pt.5 & 6 - hehe, no i purposely didn't finish that sentence, because taehyun is fine as fuck! idk how i'd be holding back, personally aaaa. i'm so so glad their bonding showed! i didn't want to make it unrealistic that they were saying their "i love you"s within like, a week. i had to give them more depth! | tyun is a hungry, hungry guy, alright? ;) | ooo yeonjun's album will be serving as inspo, tyvm ><

onto your questions!

2 - i think beomie would do something hands-on with cars! his dad's a mechanic (and a racer, i think?) and i think he'd def follow in his dad's footsteps

3 - yay, i'm glad it makes sense! oh yeonjun was having a ball, i tell you! ><

4 - no words. i need him +_+

5 - yeeee! i can't wait to get started with yj's story! i'm still working on a little more lore so it's not too boring! hm, let's just say yeonjun's got a way of bringing people together. it's about time the main alphas in the txt-pack start getting along, no? | i love your curiosity! honestly, i'm still working on soob's story and development with his mate! we'll see how far i get T‐T

6 - listen, taehyun knows a lot when it comes to omegas, but trust he will be setting clear boundaries with other omegas now. he's not letting anyone get between him and his mate. he does live for the entertainment of seeing reader so riled up over him and all these omegas gushing over him! can't blame her, the magic stick's too good, they'll know they're never having it ever again!

7 - i love when my girls raise their standards! a man like taehyun and nothing less!

secretbf!beomgyu who first fell head over heels in love with you after watching you fight relentlessly for the women in your marketing department. he had watched you advocate for the recognition and promotions you all deserved. he had watched you demand accountability in a workplace where the men constantly resold your ideas as their own and god, beomgyu had admired the way you had refused to shrink yourself to keep the peace

secretbf!beomgyu who had quietly raised your department’s concerns to the appropriate executives, having made sure the issue would no longer be ignored

secretbf!beomgyu who believed in you when your male colleagues dismissed you and your own female coworkers chose to be passive

secretbf!beomgyu who, when promotion season arrived, had made sure that your name was finally attached to the work you had been carrying all along – putting in a good word for you with the chief executive at the official board meeting – his heart having soared when the other executives and shareholders had agreed at the mention of your name, securing your promotion

secretbf!beomgyu who had kept in touch with you even after you'd earned your promotion. lunch together had turned into dinner and dinner had eventually turned into late nights and hushed confessions at his place – and the rest is history

secretbf!beomgyu who does a brilliant job at keeping your relationship under wraps – or so he thinks

— aside from the countless bouquets of your favourite flowers sent right to your office under the guise of an anonymous secret admirer, along with your usual order of coffee every single morning, secretbf!beomgyu is terrible at hiding that he's hopelessly in love with you, his gaze alone giving him away

— and if your boss notices, he doesn't say anything, simply shooting you and beomgyu amused looks

secretbf!beomgyu who fails to control the way his eyes soften and his grin widens whenever you enter the room or the way the executives exchange knowing glances every time he personally volunteers to “review” marketing reports that only happen to come from your division

secretbf!beomgyu sends you risky texts during meetings with your marketing department, just to see your cheeks flush a deep pink while he looks ahead, putting on an innocent act as he adjusts his glasses – the casual "you look extra good today. sit on my face?" making you short-circuit

secretbf!beomgyu who can't keep his hands off of you, lord

secretbf!beomgyu who sneaks you into his office for a steamy makeout session, like routine, every single day at lunch or especially after said meetings, even more so when you're working together on overtime. he just can't help himself

secretbf!beomgyu who, against your better judgement, almost always turns your makeout sessions into quickies – locking his office door the second you step over that threshold

— and who are you to say no when your handsome, tall, charmer of a boyfriend backs you against the nearest wall or desk, or seats himself in his leather chair, pulling you right into his lap

"have i ever told you how sexy you look when you're pitching all your ideas to the board? sitting through those meetings gets a lot harder when you’re the one presenting"

— you give in every time, weak when his hands grip at your stockings, when he ruts his hard-on against the already soaking fabric of your panties, lips and teeth licking, sucking, biting at the skin of your neck

secretbf!beomgyu who only tuts when you whine, "beomgyu, not here—" , shutting you up with a hungry kiss. your moans are all swallowed greedily by his mouth, bringing every protest to a halt. "shh, sit back for me" , he commands in that tone that sends shivers down your spine and you obey him within seconds

secretbf!beomgyu who loves that you're barely able to keep quiet as he takes you rough, the desk – or whatever surface he's got you against – shaking and squeaking vigorously beneath you

secretbf!beomgyu who mocks you for every slip of your mouth, for every needy whine and sobby whimper that accidentally tumbles from your lips

secretbf!beomgyu who stuffs his tie in your mouth, biting back grunts and moans when your hands pull and tug at his hair – hard

secretbf!beomgyu who can actually keep it down, save for the breathy, gruff sighs that manage to escape him and the occasional hisses through his teeth when your cunt squeezes around him

secretbf!beomgyu who has to fight the urge to land a loud smack against your ass when he has you bent over, gripping at the flesh like an absolute beast

secretbf!beomgyu who rams even harder into you when one of your male colleagues, specifically hueningkai from the IT & tech department calls and knocks at the door of your office – reveling in the way your eyes widen and you clamp a hand over your mouth

oh, how secretbf!beomgyu despises the sweet smiles and texts hueningkai leaves for you on your desktop whenever he's fixed a bug on your workstation. he's greatly annoyed that the blonde even thinks he has a chance

secretbf!beomgyu who grits things out like, "should put a ring on your finger so everyone knows you're mine" , "look at you, all fucked out on my cock. he could never fuck you like this" , "pretty head full of marketing plans runs empty when you're full of me, yeah?" and "what would the board say if they saw you now, hm?"

secretbf!beomgyu knows all your sweet spots, relentlessly working his thick, heavy length against them, rendering you brainless, his name right on the tip of your tongue when he gets you to cum, spasming wildly around him

secretbf!beomgyu cums inside of you, claiming you – tempted to fuck his release back into you with every rhythmic pulse of your cunt

secretbf!beomgyu who loves watching his cum dribble out of you when he pulls out, keeping wipes in your cabinets to clean it all up

secretbf!beomgyu who's always holding back from sliding two long fingers up your slit and into your pussy, solely to push his cum back into you – tempted to work you until you finish and squirt it all out, ruining his pristine suit. no, he always reminds himself, he'll just have to save that for when the two of you are at home

secretbf!beomgyu who only chuckles when you gawk at the mess that is your desk, grinning smugly as you scramble about to tidy up, the slightest limp in your step

secretbf!beomgyu who unknowingly confirms every dating rumor when he steps out of your office without his–

"glasses! i forgot my glasses in your office!"

devil. he just came back for seconds after spotting hueningkai in the hallway, his sly smirk betraying his true intentions – and you pray, just like every other day, that the two of you are able to finish before the time ticks for lunch to be over – even if you know beomgyu's going to continue what he started the second the two of you get home

how can you resist? you just hope no one in office catches on – after all, you don't think they know

.ᐟ.ᐟ extra .ᐟ.ᐟ

bf!beomgyu who fucks you as hard, loud and long as he's been craving to at home. he holds nothing back when it's just the two of you – all the pent up, suppressed desire searing to the surface

bf!beomgyu who, when you're all cleaned up and your eyes become droopy, kisses you goodnight sweetly – whispering affirmations of adoration and devotion to you, the deep timbre of his voice lulling you to sleep

bf!beomgyu who falls asleep with a smile on his face, subconsciously matching the one on yours – dreaming about finally putting the ring he's kept hidden, on your finger

scz note: i had to make it fluffy at the end! ah! hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! don't be shy to comment or reblog! <3

to the sweet anon who shared their idea with me, i hope i did your ask justice! x

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– a very, very deep sound that makes your ears perk and you squeak as the hold around you tightens, solid muscle pressing you impossibly more flush against him

"mine"

you think you may have misheard, but a gasp interrupts your train of thought as his hips drive forward experimentally – charged and slow, purposeful

"mine"

it makes your breath hitch this time, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily clench around his demanding length. sensitive – he's sensitive, but he pays it little mind. he hisses through his teeth, long and drawn out – throbbing painfully inside of you once more

"t-taehyun—" your voice is hoarse, but that's not the thing that pauses you in your tracks

it's when he lifts his head from your nape, raising his torso onto his palms that he now plants on either side of your head, that you see it – broad frame caging you in

his eyes, predatory and fully dilated, lock onto yours

"all mine"

his lips claim yours. it's not gentle. it's not slow. teeth clashing, tongues dancing, moans and grunts passing between you, hips picking up speed again

a particularly hard and angled thrust makes you whimper and tremble in the aftershocks of what was your previous, powerful orgasm

his skin is scorching to the touch, eyes almost completely blacked out and dark and his voice? it's dropped to an octave you never thought he could produce

his rut — it has arrived

shit

pulling off, he grunts, "give me a safeword, sweetheart", slowing just enough to allow you to think, hip rolls deep and delicious

"a– a safeword?" your voice trembles and a shiver licks up your spine, desperately wracking your brain for an option

he hums in confirmation, "anything you can think of"

hell, you're barely able to think. "i– uhm– vanilla?", your eyes flutter shut, a whimper tumbling from your lips as he effortlessly works and strokes his length right against that spot that makes you brainless

it throbs thicker and heavier inside of you, every ridge and vein growing more prominent against your walls, stretching you the more it swells

taehyun breathes out a laugh, sharp canines and fangs on full display, an amused smile taking over his face. the sight of them makes your mark throb

you're just so sweet, it's ironic, really – because there's nothing vanilla about the way taehyun is about to fuck you

you exhale shaky moans as his mouth grazes and nips at your neck. "vanilla it is"

he pulls out until just the tip of his engorged cock is buried inside and you brace yourself, clinging onto him before he slams the entire length back in, setting a brutal pace

every push of his hips forward is a charged, powerful force, punching more air out of your lungs. a nervousness and excitement ripple through you, setting your insides on fire and driving your omega feral. she's been waiting for this, you've been waiting for this – and you let him take you the way he's been dying to since he met you

gruff grunts and moans tumble from his lips, no longer trying to contain his pleasure or his pride. you gasp softly when you hear him speak again, the sound vibrating through you

"little omega was so desperate for me to mark her, to claim her all for myself, hm?"

oh fuck—

"saw the way you looked at me all week", he scoffs, eyes boring into yours and your breath catches in your throat

he chuckles, "watched you pretend like you weren't daydreaming about me fucking you open on this cock, making you cum all over it again and again, yeah?"

all you can do is cry and whimper in response

"your scent had me crazy", he groans, recalling the way tempting little curls of your arousal would linger around him. "always ready in case i changed my mind, little omega cunt was just begging for me to fuck you good"

you can't even bite back and tell him that he's wrong

"didn't even try touching yourself, did you, sweetheart? can't satisfy yourself the alpha does", he coos, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating through the room

how'd he know? you thought you had been discreet, that you had done a good job at keeping your desire at bay

"and still so fucking impatient, squeezing me 'cause you can't wait for me to fucking ruin you. isn't that right, sweetheart?" – your stomach flips at his next words. "what should i do with you, hm?"

your hands grip tighter onto his arms, wrapping around his triceps pathetically

"think i should teach you patience", he leans down, breath hot against your ear. "i have an idea", he says, breaking into a dangerous grin

his head tilts as he pretends to think, length tearing through your cunt. you flutter pathetically around him, trying to prepare yourself for whatever consequence he is about to declare

"don't cum until i tell you to", he slows and your eyes widen. "if you don't, i'll go easy on you, but if you do," his eyes like pools of obsidian darken. "i get to make you cum as many times as i want. until you can't anymore"

you sob, but he cuts you off with a nip to your collarbone. "sounds good?"

you give in, barely able to utter a yes before his pace increases again – fast

this shouldn't be too hard. you can be good for him. you can—

just when you think you can hold off, taehyun sits back, draping your legs over his thighs, angling himself to deliver perfect hip rolls right into your sweet spot – at an alarming speed too, tongueing at the corner of his mouth

you gasp, followed by a shrill wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head

no no no, not there. he'll have you cumming in record time if he keeps his unforgiving onslaught up

his eyes on you are wicked as he taunts, "that's it, that's the spot right there, hm?"

the obscene, slick cadence between your thighs become even louder as he fucks your releases back into you. it takes everything in you to not succumb to the raw pleasure, your pussy stuttering around him, breasts bouncing with every rock

you try to think about something, anything but the way he slams into you without mercy. "t-taehyun, i can't—"

"feels so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" the earlier sweetness in his voice gone, replaced by a wicked taunt. "sweet little pussy can't resist when alpha fucks you like this. 'can feel you gripping my cock"

you shake your head no rapidly, his words almost making you slip

"still haven't given you permission to cum" he mocks. "but you're still going to do it, aren't you?"

your cunt's quivering obscenely with the effort of holding back and taehyun clicks his tongue, displeased – nostrils flaring slightly. he thrusts even harder, cock ramming against that yummy spot, caressing aggressively against your slippery walls

"no! please– oh please, taehyun—"

you're reduced to a puddle of whimpery gasps, going cross eyed when his thumb caresses over your clit, drawing slick, expert circles over it that make your mind short-circuit. your knees draw together in an attempt to push him back, but he only pries them apart and you're so focused on not clamping down on his cock, you barely provide any resistance. a hand shoots to his wrist, desperately trying to pry him off, but to no avail. you're no match for his strength – your actions only making him press harder

you pant and flail, mewling when you feel him rub you just right

"fuck fuck fuck—!" you burst with an inaudible cry

taehyun works your gummy insides until you gush, hot slick splattering from where he's ramming into you until every wave is ridden out – until your thighs are trembling and you're shaking helplessly as you try to come down. he purposely drags it out, until you whine and whimper for him to slow down. he makes sure you feel every pulse of your release and how you grip him, that you know he felt you shatter around his length – that you had enjoyed every second of it, even when you were trying to hold back

he lowers himself – your trembling hands bracing against his chest and you hide your face in his shoulder, still whimpering in the unending aftershocks

taehyun tsks, "such a dirty girl. can't even obey one command and cum when i tell her to"

"a-alpha–"

his tone drops to a whisper that makes you gulp, "now i'm gonna make you cum as many times as i want"

god – and he does, he fulfills that promise

there are no thoughts in your head besides taehyun, his cock, his cum, his hands, lips and teeth on your skin and his beautiful, deep moans and grunts. it's all him

he's not much different than you, the only thing on his mind is you – your nails leaving marks all over his skin, your screams and cries, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter and your still quaking thighs. it all just made him want to fuck you harder. see just how far he can push you, turn you into his little cum-hungry, cock-addicted omega

his alpha rages at him to knock you up, to pump you so full of his cum you'll surely be pregnant by the end of this week. all that talk of yours earlier when you were on your knees – about having his pups only fuels him now

fuck and you just take it. you take all of him so well

you're so pliant, so obedient, so fucking unresisting and easy for him, he almost can't believe it. it doesn't help that you cry and beg for more more more – starved omega cunt just begging for his release again, milking him so good he thinks this must be what heaven feels like. you're just so slick, sticky, slippery and tight and he can already tell you're going to pull so many loads out of him

whatever refractory period you had with jungwon is non-existent with taehyun — he makes sure of that, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you like it's an art he's mastered and excels in and fuck, you wouldn't blame him if he were to walk around with a massively inflated ego by the end of this week

you've lost count of the amount of times you've moaned and screamed, "don't stop" , "keep going" , "right there"

there's an old saying that an alpha can walk and talk however he likes if his omega's happy. god, you're a little more than just "happy" right now. you're out of your mind, ascending out of your body, addicted to the high he's got you on

he's fueled with coiled, simmering pride

you let him consume you, destroy you, ruin you, take you apart

you're unbelievably still turned on, ovaries rejoicing at the thought of harvesting more cum from him. you crave what you know only he can give you – and that is to fuck you full until you're sore

a dull ring cuts through you and taehyun's rough rousing – an urgent vibration shaking the nightstand on his side of the bed which you had claimed. you'd left your cellphone here for tonight's date, not having wanted any distractions, but it seems the person on the other side of the line is persistent

taehyun huffs in frustration, hips slowing only the slightest bit as he reaches for the device, turning the screen for you to see

your blood runs cold upon reading the caller-id

yang jungwon

along with a few more missed calls

"motherfucker", you hear taehyun curse under his breath, voice steely and laced with venom. "what the fuck does he want?"

"i- i don't know– taehyun!" a harsh thrust cuts off the whine. you don't understand. you had blocked him. he had no access to you. this didn't make any—

"answer it", taehyun suggests, tone light like he had simply asked you to peel an apple

"no, we shouldn't—" "pick up the call, sweetheart", he gives you a particularly hard thrust, eyes boring into yours compelling you to obey. with a shaky hand, you reach out and answer the call

"h-hello?" you blush at the way you desperately try – and fail – to keep your voice even

"pretty" – his voice sounds from the speaker and you shudder. "took you long enough to pick up"

taehyun bites back a growl, rutting his length harder into you instead. you bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your depraved noises and breaths at bay

"we're having another pack meeting soon. father expects you to be there and so do i— what the fuck are you doing? — y/n?"

you catch taehyun's snarl. he hates the manner in which jungwon speaks to you, wanting nothing but to wring his neck at the tone and language the insolent alpha used

"think you should ask yourself that question. what the fuck do you think you're doing?" taehyun spits and you cling tighter onto him. "what are you doing calling my omega?"

you can almost see it, how jungwon has gone still on the other side of the line, stunned – but like the menacing devil he is, he decides to mask it by taunting taehyun further

"your omega? what makes you so sure of that?" it's your turn to snarl, a loud mewl cutting through jungwon's speech. "sooner or later, she'll come crawling back to me. it's all she knows, all she's good for"

jungwon's arrogance and confidence in his manipulative tactics and old tricks amuses taehyun, tickles him as he drags the phone to where jungwon has a clear, unmistakable sound, of the wet smack of your bodies colliding with one another

his hand settles against your throat, not applying any pressure, fingers simply resting there. the cool metal of his silver bracelet grazes your collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from you, enough to grab your attention. taehyun smiles triumphantly, an idea forming quick in his mind. if your thick-headed ex wouldn't believe him, he'll just make you tell him yourself

"tell him i claimed you, sweetheart", he commands, tone leaving no room for protest or disobedience

"he— t-taehyun claimed me", you choke out around wanton gasps and whimpers

"tell him you belong to me"

"i– i belong to him– i belong to taehyun– fuck! alpha–!" you scream when his cockhead kisses your cervix, a delicious pressure thumping so fucking deep inside – deeper than jungwon could ever get

"tell him you're never going back to him"

"i'm never going back to you– i'm— i— t-taehyun—"

"that's right, sweetheart. that's my good girl", he praises, placing the softest of kisses to your lips – a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts

he clicks off the speaker, lifting your phone to his mouth. "you heard her loud and clear this time, jungwon. she's not in your pack anymore and she's not coming to your pack meeting", he growls, "she's mine."

shivers travel down your spine, your moans and cries becoming shameless

"call this number again and see what happens. i won't repeat myself next time", he ends the call before the alpha on the other end can respond, tossing the device somewhere on the bed and his rough fucking only increases. the hand on your throat squeezes now and your eyes roll back and flutter shut once more

the sound of the bed now banging against the wall barely registers to you

you just know that jungwon, wherever he finds himself, is fuming. he'd never been able to coax this level of submission out of you, never had you instantly obey every command of his like this

"he has the fucking audacity to call my omega"

your head spins at taehyun's uncovered possessiveness – oh, how you've been waiting for this day

"you wanted my pups, sweetheart?"

you're so, so far gone when your core ignites at the thought, words tumbling out before you can stop them. "y-yes alpha, please"

he only laughs, high on the power trip your willing submission gives him. "maybe i should give you my pups. show that fucker who owns you"

you clench hard around him at that and it only makes him scoff louder, a shiver racing down his spine at the possibility of getting you knocked up

"look at you. you like this, don't you? wanted alpha to fuck you like this since you first saw me, huh sweetheart?"

oh god oh god oh god

"y-yes, alpha! p-please, i'm gonna—"

you barely finish the sentence, nails digging into his triceps as another orgasm crashes into you, screams turned feral. he pistons harder, faster as you beg for him not to stop, to keep going. every push into your sopping warmth pushes you higher and higher up his bed, thrusts hard enough to shatter your pelvic bones and leave you crippled. you can only cry and wail as taehyun makes you cum again and then again, slick flowing and splattering, making an absolute mess of yourselves and the sheets

he sits up and a hard smack lands square on the side of your thigh. it snaps you out of your drunken haze for a mere second to catch onto what he says – commands in that low tone that leaves no space for disobedience

"not done with you yet", he slows to a stop. you want to whine and protest, awaiting his instruction eagerly. "turn around for me, ass up"

your pulse spikes – he's asking you to present

there's a moment of gentleness from him as he detangles himself from you, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your knee

jungwon never did this. his rut was always an excuse for him to be rougher, to treat you harsher without consequence. taehyun's unexpected gentleness is new to you. compelled by the tugging in your heart and the affection that makes a home in your chest, you move quickly, settling yourself on all fours before lowering your torso to the mattress, arching your back to give him a clear view of your swollen pussy, glistening in yours' and his cum

one sweep of his gaze over you has the alpha reeling, cock aching with the need to knot you again

the first thing you feel are his lips on your backside – a lingering kiss and then another. his hands, reverent and careful accompany them, brushing along your skin in appreciation

"my perfect girl", he whispers and you almost tear up again

his lips make their way up your spine, hands circling warm around your waist before you feel his tip prod at your entrance

"safeword?", he asks, smearing your juices around your folds and sliding the length over your clit – creating a delicious squelch

you moan softly, "no, keep going"

another peck of his lips and then – "good girl", before he slides in all the way. you moan out, pushing your hips back onto him

taehyun's gaze drops between your bodies, drinking in the perfect, sinful arch of your back – pretty for him, the plush curve of your ass offered up to him and your cunt, glistening and greedy, swallowing his cock with a hunger that's nothing short of depraved, like you haven't had enough

the rolls of his hips are languid, slower now while he feels out your warmth, hands gripping harder at your waist, hips and ass. drawn out sighs and rough groans sound out from behind you and find yourself wishing you could see him like this, watch the way every muscle in his torso flexes with every delicious thrust, every precise hip roll

"alpha, more", you moan out again. you're sure you're drooling onto the sheets, arching deeper just for him

"more?", he asks, wavering

you can tell he's fighting with his alpha again, fighting the instinct to absolutely brute through your swollen, leaking cunt in this position. "fuck, y/n, i'm trying to give you a break—"

"make me take it"

he huffs – your words enough to flip that switch in him again. a dumb, blissful smile begins to form on your face as he takes you harder, meaner again. he can hear it in your voice: you're challenging him

you hear him snarl, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pressing you further into the mattress

you're still so fucking mouthy, provoking him like this, just like you had in the restaurant

"still need to fuck the luna out of you, it seems", he tsks, breathing rugged, still fighting to hold back

"fuck yes taehyun don't stop", your eyes roll to the back of your skull when he angles his thrusts just right. taehyun growls, eyeing the bedframe that bangs hard against the wall, screws coming loose. "you're gonna make me cum—!" you warn through heavy intakes of air, your hands clawing at the sheets only fueling his pursuit of bringing you to your high

"yeah? make a mess again?" he taunts and god, you can hear the smirk in his voice – like the way he's fucking you doesn't exert him, not even one bit

it doesn't help that the evidence of your pleasure drips down his balls which smack heavy and powerful against your swollen clit, every punch and drag of his cock rattling you into oblivion

"harder, alpha please!" you cry and he curses under his breath

"fuck, any harder than this and we're gonna break this bed, sweetheart"

the thought makes makes you pulse and squeeze tight around him, whimpering when his hands pull you back and forth firmer. fucking hell, you're just begging to be ruined

you open your eyes enough to glance at the headboard, your vision blurred by a mixture of tears, ruined mascara and the hair that's covered your face. you don't care about the bed or the headboard, you need him deeper, harder – need him to make sure you're unable to walk when he's done with you. an idea sparks in your mind, rebellious and defiant and you know taehyun in his rut won't be able to resist

you open your mouth to spew a threat, threat which backfires, because you learn a lesson very quickly: never challenge taehyun

"taehyun, if you don't fuck me through this mattress— oh my god!"

the pounding collision of skin on skin cracks through the air. his hips batter hard against your ass, harder than he's ever taken you before and it's not long before you feel his tip slamming into your cervix

the crack in the headboard deepens with every collision of the bed with the wall

taehyun leans down, firm chest pressed to your back and his voice is sinister as he drawls, "this what you wanted, sweetheart? 'to finally shut you up?" his breath hot on your ear

all you manage are screams and mewls of his name, pathetic gasps and cries harmonizing with his guttural grunts

"fucking begging me to split you apart on this cock. what, now you can't take it?" his hips snap harder against yours, balls smacking more obscene against your sensitive clit

the thud of the bedframe becomes background noise to you, the only thing you're able to hear is him – his melodic moans that begin to blend with sexy, unfiltered grunts

a sharp spank makes you yelp, taking the sheets between your teeth – you feel and hear the silver on his wrist jingle with the impact

"c'mon, fuck yourself back on it", he growls

wet obscene squelches sound from between your thighs, taehyun's length glistening every time he pulls out all the way to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt. you squirm to obey him, please him, working your hips back onto his. your desperate little motions are weak, sad attempts at grinding backward into his lap, considering every thrust of taehyun's sends you stumbling forward. if not for his hands having a grip of steel on your hips and around your neck, you would certainly collide with the cracking headboard

your throat begins to feel raw, but you don't care. not when he's pounding away at your pussy, moulding your insides to his length – your throbbing cunt a dead giveaway of the thrill you find in his rough treatment, the friction against your walls both delicious and overwhelming

another spank!

"look at you. dripping with my cum and still asking for more. still so fucking tight too. haven't fucked you hard enough, have i?"

the filth only spurs your orgasm on. you feel his knot forming, every vein on the swelling length pulsing against your walls

"alpha—! c-close—"

"yeah? go ahead. cum all over my cock 'cause thats the only thing you know how to do" he mocks and you revel in it

loud, ferocious moans and sobs are punched out of you with every thrust, his cock abusing that spongy spot, turning your brain into absolute mush. with another deliberate thrust against it, you let go, allowing your orgasm to take over and the pleasure to wrack you – every bone, fiber and muscle. you squeeze impossibly tight around him, almost preventing his thrusts, but he fucks you through it – strength and stamina never faltering, chasing his own release

you're shaking, knees wobbling where they're spread on the mattress, vision blurring with more tears. you hiss and clamp down tighter on him when both of his hands wrap around your throat

he delivers one, two then three brutal thrusts before the bed finally gives in, succumbing to the impact of his powerful slams, collapsing flat on the bedroom floor. a guttural grunt sounds from the depths of his chest as he spills into you, knot swelling to its full size

you squirm and whine at the stretch, "alpha! b–big– too big–!" – desperately trying to crawl away

taehyun stalks close after you, not allowing you to inch away, hands around your throat and the back of your neck firming. "take it", he growls against your ear

he leans forward – hard chest sweaty against your back, pressing as deep as he can possibly get. his cum – so much of it – pumps warm and copious into your womb as he lifts you, pulling you to sit up against him, tilting your head into a soul-stealing, smothering kiss. he continues to grind with force with you seated in his lap, groaning into your mouth. his strength alone lulls you into submission, humming and sighing sweetly against him, omega overjoyed at the feel of his cum spilling out around him

the two of you still, simply savoring the closeness between you, until your lungs burn with the need to breathe

his thumb brushes over your cheek when you part. you huff out a quiet laugh when you feel him, still impossibly hard inside you

"shit, sweetheart", he exhales, disbelieving of the fact that his body continually stays ignited for you

it had usually taken him a good couple of minutes to recuperate after popping a knot, even in rut

but with you – you keep him on fire and charged in a way that is new to him

he glances at the headboard and so do you, your eyes widening as you blink away the messy mixture of makeup and pleasure

multiple cracks and fractures line the frame – caved dark wood shattered against wall and a few stray screws scattered on the mattress and the floor, bolts hanging uselessly from the sad, flimsy excuse of a structure. the sight makes you gulp and it's taehyun's turn to breathe out a chuckle against your hair

"told you we were going to break the bed"

"oh my god", you chuckle with him, your turn to be in disbelief

you were situated significantly lower than you were moments ago, the foundation of the bed having caved too when the structure came tumbling down

and tonight is only the first night of his rut

he sighs, strained when his length twitches inside of the warmth of your walls. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt does little to distract taehyun from the urge to delve deep into you once more, even more so when you wiggle your ass in his lap

"want more", you hum, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss

taehyun wants to stop, wants to give you a break, but when you're still this desperate and needy for him, he can't resist. the kiss is filthy, sloppy as you both are fucked out, yet still humming like live-wires with overwhelming heat

his knot finally eases and your body shivers as taehyun carefully pulls out, smirking when his and yours releases spill warm from your entrance, ruining and coating his cock and the sheets. you feel strong arms encircle your waist and taehyun manhandles you to where he's lying down, pulling you on top of him, right into his lap

your mind reels with anticipation as you plant your palms flat on his solid chest. you've thought about this far too many times this week

— what it would be like to be on top, what it would be like to take charge, to make him lose his mind, make him lose control. you start to rock steady, sliding your folds along his cock and his hands come to settle on your hips

the room smells of sex, sweat and cum, akin to a hot beach day, this time tainted with vanilla and both of you are equally obsessed with it

his fingers trace over the softness of your thighs, trailing down to where you still need him. you feel a delicate touch to your folds, caressing you with gentle inspection

it's a stark contrast to his hips lifting in hard strokes against your wetness. you keen into his touch

"taehyun", you sigh out dreamily, "want you"

"i know, sweetheart" he purrs, gathering a mixture of your juices on the backs of his fingers. you protest when he brings them up to his mouth, tongue lapping out lazily against the digits

fuck, how does he manage to make everything look so sensual and tempting?

you watch his eyes roll to back of his skull, head lulling back with a groan. "we taste so good together" he moans and before you can stop him again, his hand is back between your thighs, scooping and lifting another dollop of the opalescent mixture to your mouth

"open up" he coaxes and your lips wrap around his fingers

you hum when the perfect blend of vanilla and mandarin, bittersweet and syrupy melts over your tongue, entrancing you immediately

your omega swoons as you feed off of his hand, even holding onto his wrist, tongue swirling around his fingers, suckling around the digits

"fuck", he curses under his breath with a proud smile. he's turning you into himself, making you every bit as obsessed as him

when you've cleaned his fingers well enough to your satifcation, you pop his hand out of your mouth, placing it around your throat instead. "alpha" you moan, "please", rocking against his length, meeting his strokes

he motions for you to lift as he takes ahold of his length, lining himself up with you and you sink down slowly – or so you think

your body meets his length with faint resistance and your face scrunches into that cute frown that makes taehyun coo, struggling to hold yourself up

he comes to your aid quickly, arms cupping under your thighs, holding you up with ease

"taehyun, you're s-so big" you huff out, cunt leaking over his cock

"easy sweetheart, take it slow" he instructs, slipping just the fat cockhead past your entrance. you gasp when your body opens up, when your pussy flutters around the thickness. that's the trick – when he talks you through it, your body attuned to the sound of his voice

"keep talking" you blush and a knowing, triumphant grin breaks out on his face

he gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your nape once you're close. his voice, like silk drawls right against your ear. "yeah? stay right there – just the tip. work just the tip for me. just like that"

holy fuck, you nearly moan

you love when he talk to you like this. it's the sexiest thing ever – and it doesn't help that his tip and your folds make these squelching sounds, similar to wet suctioning kisses every time you slide it in and out. you're panting at this point, drunk on him and bewitched by his patient guidance

"that's it. hear that, sweetheart? sound so perfect f'me" he nips at your flesh

you clutch onto his shoulders when he continues, "now work in another inch for me. yeah– good girl"

the praise sends a flood between your thighs, making the slip easier. you have no idea how taehyun is holding back, considering he looks and sounds just as worked up as you

he can see it in your eyes, your body language. you're eager for him, all of him. you just need to take it slow, for now. he works another few inches inside, arms and hands guiding you along his cock. the length accidentally slips out with a lewd slap, sliding against your clit and you gasp, small and soft

taehyun's self restraint's now hanging on by a thin thread. your omega calls for his alpha, begging him to just brute through your walls and fill your womb with his seed. the lewd noises get louder, increasing in rhythm as you rock faster with his help, guiding him to your entrance once more and you sink down fully, taking the entirety of his length in

you whimper pathetically. you don't think you'll ever get used to the stretch and pressure of him – and he hits much deeper in this position

his hands now settle around your waist, ready to start his own pace when you sit back up and begin working him. sweat gathers on his forehead, bearing his teeth as his lower abdomen burns. his hands brush his hair back, biceps bulging with the action and you pulse around him at the flex, especially when he sighs breathily, placing his hands behind his head, giving you that slow once over

you begin to rock onto him, lifting your hips enough to bounce. a loud and wanton moan sounds from you at the feel, the press of him only deeper. you do it again and then again, fueled by the visual of taehyun laid out so irresistibly beneath you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, dimple protuding

he watches you like a hawk, brows drawing in an unimpressed line. his voice is gruff when he speaks this time. "so are you going to let me take over or are you just gonna keep bouncing until you can't anymore?"

all you do is moan out, stubborn and drunk on his cock. you don't want his help. you want to prove a point, make him feel good too, show him you can be in charge

you lift once more and the drag of him, every ridge and vein brushes deliciously against your walls, plopping down again, sinking him balls deep. the soft slap of skin against skin nearly makes you drool. you can feel him in your stomach, tip reaching deeper and deeper with every bounce, increasing your pace

but fuck, you can't deny the way your thighs do start to burn, the way you struggle to bounce consistently at the speed that you want, the speed that you need

when taehyun decides he's had enough of watching you labour, his hands grip hard onto your hips

"let me take over" he grunts, thrusting upward to prove his point. your brows furrow, mouth dropping open. god, it's so much more powerful than your pitiful attempts at riding him

you slide him in and out, hips seeking more friction, but your legs are numb – weak and tired from your previous orgasms

you're still stubborn – you just want to please him. he's pleased you so much, taken charge every time. you've always had to prove yourself to jungwon. it's no surprise you feel like you have to do the same for taehyun

he can see you struggling, hears you babbling about making him feel good, taking charge, wanting to return the favor, please him like an omega should

that ticks him off

he knows what this is about – and he wants to strip you of your need and guilt to give back to him and return the favor for taking care of you. that selfish fucker probably trained you into doing all the work, into "proving" yourself to him. the thought just makes taehyun red-hot and angry all over again

his nostrils flare and he plants his feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up hard and knocking you forward. you release a sharp gasp. "taehyun–!" you want to scold him, but your voice projects itself as a mere whine

he does it again and again, slow and deep, every thrust increasing in speed. his hand wraps around your throat again, bringing you close to speak directly in your ear. "i'm not letting you be in charge" he growls, hips beginning to piston up. you mewl, gripping onto his forearm, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath your fingers

oh how taehyun loves your flimsy grip, like you don't know if you want him to push you harder or pull away and relent

every hard thrust tempts you into submission. you feel the control slipping from your fingers. "i want to please you alpha—! i need to—"

the sound of a sharp spank! resonates through the room and you jolt, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. he's jackhammering up, pushing perfect hip rolls into your sweet spot

"how many times do i have to tell you, you don't have to do any work with me?"

"i just want be good for you, alpha" you cry, tears forming along your waterline as your eyes plead with his. taehyun softens. he knows where this is coming from, knows jungwon has manipulated you in the past, that he undoubtedly made you feel like you weren't good enough in bed

over taehyun's dead fucking body

"i know, sweetheart" he soothes, still knocking into you mercilessly. "you don't have to prove anything to me"

this time, you do let it out, heart clenching behind your ribcage. warm tears trail down your face and he's quick to wipe them away

"you're being so good for me already. just want you to sit pretty and let alpha make you feel good, okay?" he instructs. "can you do that for me?"

you sob and nod, not trusting your voice

"there we go"

his pace only picks up from this point and you're rendered brainless, cunt crying and dripping around his cock as he takes you like this, as he brings you to another orgasm. he draws an endless stream of whimpers and cries from your throat as he watches you closely, seeing you lose yourself to the pleasure

that familiar smug grin returns in an instant

"he had you working hard, huh?" taehyun scoffs and you squeak when his arm tightens around your waist, the other around your throat, steering you more fervently on his cock. "this is how i like you. with me you just have to take it, sweetheart"

your mind reels at the filth he begins to spew at you, pussy fluttering with more slick

"just have to let alpha fuck you good"

"there she is, opening up for me nicely"

"pussy can't get enough of me, huh? cock-obsessed girl. can't stop cumming on it, can you, sweetheart?"

"pretty little thing can only think of getting fucked hard and split apart on this cock"

your moans have become obscene, slutty, drawn-out. your lip is tucked cruelly between your teeth and you bite down so hard you taste something metallic

he's driving you insane

you can barely keep up, recovering from one orgasm and then tumbling into the next. you can only register his voice, his cock fucking you relentlessly, without falter, his hands gripping and guiding your hips, rock hard abs flexing beneath your fingers every time you lose balance, placing them anywhere you can reach on his torso

"tell me how much you love my cock"

"love your cock so much alpha, want it all the time" you sob, thighs shaking

"tell me you don't want me to stop"

"don't want you to stop— fuck! taehyun, i'm gonna come–"

"that's right, sweetheart. come for me. come all over this cock"

you release around him at the command, moans increasing in volume when he doesn't stop, only driving up higher. you're close again within seconds, every gaspy inhale a telltale sign. taehyun's brows are furrowed in concentration, abs flexing with every thrust upward into your quivering, sopping cunt

his lip's caught between his teeth, keeping a close eye on your face. he hisses when he feels you clamping down again, fucking more precise into that spot that has you seeing stars, that has you crying out louder and has your nails digging into his skin

this orgasm is going to ruin you – catching up to you fast

you're a flustered mess on top of him, unable to formulate a proper thought – pussy swelling and throbbing around him obscenely

he's hitting all the right spots repeatedly, mercilessly and the pressure in your lower belly becomes too much to contain

"c'mon sweetheart, don't hold back. come for alpha. yeah, just like that, fuuuck—"

you let go again, this time with an earth shattering cry, slick squirting abundantly from between your thighs. your eyes squeeze shut, completely losing your balance as your orgasm slams into you. taehyun's arms wrap around your shaking body in an instant, sitting up and cradling you to his chest

you sob as your pussy continues to spasm wildly around his cock, unable to stop gushing and quivering. taehyun moans deep, hissing through his teeth at the feel. your arms loop around his shoulders as he eases in and out, much slower

"that's it, easy girl. take deep breaths for me" he soothes, a hand stroking through your hair

he holds you until the shaking stops, until the very last shiver wracks your body and you're able to put together a sentence

your face is burried in his shoulder while you still gasp for air, completely and utterly ruined. he places a kiss against your hair. "good girl, cry it out" and then — "you still with me?"

you huff out a laugh, nodding. "j-just give me a minute" you manage while trying to catch your breath. "holy shit, taehyun. you almost snatched my soul"

you feel the rumble in his chest against yours when he chuckles deeply, "that's the plan, sweetheart"

god. he's a sorcerer, you're convinced of it – using his magic to ensnare every fiber of your being. he cups your face, bringing your lips to his in a proud kiss. "you came so good for me. fuck, the bed's a mess"

you both chuckle through uneven breaths as you look around you and indeed, the sheets are crumpled, soaked and stained in cum and pleasure. when your eyes return to his, you don't fail to notice the fire still behind them. your gaze drops to his mouth when he draws you in again and again and you huff as he simply gives you loud, exaggerated pecks instead of deepening the kiss

"taehyun" you whine and he laughs at how fussy you've become. you're just so easy to tease

"safeword?" he asks once you've gathered your breath and you hope the way your walls squeeze around his still hard length is enough of an answer, his teasing enough to get you needy again

just how many rounds can taehyun go?

you slot your lips with his, whispering against them, "no. keep going" and he flips you back over, this time pressing his mouth against yours with more fervor, tongue meeting yours with urgency

you're sensitive, so sensitive when he pulls out, carefully pushing back in. you find yourself grateful you and taehyun had gotten your contraception taken care of earlier this week. your omega still craves his knot, knowing he has plenty of cum loads to give, not wanting a single drop to go to waste

a hand curls into his hair, allowing him to press you into the mattress as he begins to move again, slow

you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer as he finally deepens his kiss, humming into your mouth. your ankles press into the backs of his thighs, urging him to give you more – and he does, building a faster rhythm. your moans and whimpers spur him on and it's not long before he's fucking the thick, heavy length into you, building you up to another release, chasing his own

he hits deeper with every thrust, tip kissing your cervix and he grunts into your mouth. your walls clench around him, longing for another orgasm, longing for his knot and for his thick cum to fill you

everything was going good, every second had felt good, but suddenly, it was all too overwhelming, too much, too deep

you whimper shakier against his mouth, nails raking along his shoulders

you can hold out. you can be good for him, you tell yourself. you still want him, don't want him to stop. it's just too fast and too deep all at once

"h-hurts" you choke out, immediately regretting the word the second it slips out of your mouth

your eyes squeeze shut as taehyun lifts himself onto his palms, brows furrowing as he hovers over you. ever-attentive, he immediately slows down. "it's not supposed to hurt, sweetheart. give me the safeword and i'll stop, right now"

you wrap your thighs tighter around him. "no– please don't stop. i-i meant, it hurts so good—"

your words don't convince him this time. "y/n, it shouldn't be hurting at all"

you bite down on your bottom lip, tears welling behind your closed eyelids. taehyun won't have that. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart" he coaxes you open with a hand cupping your face. you do as he asks with mild difficulty

one look into your eyes has the realization dawning on him

"did he hurt you like this?"

the question pained him to ask, like he knew what the answer would be – and that it would wreck him. his concerned gaze searches yours. you can't find your voice so all you manage is a nod and a sob

for the first time in a long time, taehyun feels his heart break

that absolute motherfucker. who could ever want to hurt you? your alpha momentarily sees red. he should tear jungwon to shreds. if taehyun wasn't stuck in rut, he'd be at that pack house by tomorrow morning, murdering enha-pack's head alpha – and he'd make sure there'd be nothing of him left

anger, hurt and sorrow burns in his chest for you. you never deserved this. how could he hurt you like this? how could anyone hurt you like this? – and worse, how could he convince you that this was okay?

taehyun wordlessly shakes his head, slowing down even more

you protest, voice meek, "taehyun, i want you to feel good—"

"no"

it's soft, but final and loaded with emotion and it quiets you immediately

"please y/n. just do as i say" he almost begs. "feel me, right here, sweetheart" he presses down on the outline of him in your lower belly, working against your sweet spot. it's slow and deep, but this time, not deep enough to hurt – just enough to feel good and turn your brain into mush

your eyes flutter shut. "t-tae—hyunnn—" you moan his name, feeling a different kind of overwhelm

"tell me how it feels" he coaxes, voice low and gentle. he watches you closely, eyes following the way you bite down on your lip and the way tears begin to cascade down your temples

"it f-feels good, so good alpha" you breathe out between gasps and whimpers

"doesn't hurt at all? you don't need me to slow down more?"

"no, this is perfect"

"there we go, sweetheart. this is how you should feel, every single time. this is what the safeword is for" he informs, working against that mouthwatering spot again and again, so slow and steady and you feel your orgasm building and approaching once more

your warmth's spilling slick, so much of it and you're moaning uncontrollably through your sobs and tears, wet squelches of your pleasure reaching yours and taehyun's ears

"it's not about me– fuck, it's never just about me. it's about us, feeling good together, you hear me?"

you give him a small nod, but it's not enough for him. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart, please"

he needs you to understand this, to grasp and relearn it until you've internalized it

it doesn't matter if he's in rut or not. what he wants doesn't matter if it's not what you want. he needs you to know and understand that he'll only ever feel good when you feel good

you do as he asks, finding his eyes. obsidian, deep and warm is fixed on you, thumbs wiping away your tears

"understand?" he tries again and you nod, "yes, alpha. i understand"

"that's my good girl" he affirms, placing the most featherlight kiss against your lips that completely melts your resolve and etches away your unease and pain

"i love you" he whispers against your lips as you breathe him in, brows furrowed in seriousness

the confession makes your breath hitch, eyes flickering between his

"i don't ever want to hurt you. you let me know when i do. i don't care if i have to hold myself back. is that understood?" he asks, a hand sliding down to your little bundle of nerves. your body sings, arching into him, into his slow, long strokes

you focus hard on not letting your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "y-yes, alpha— oh my god—" you choke out, mind numbing on the pleasure he brings to you

"good girl. now cum for me again. show alpha how good you feel"

taehyun doesn't even have to finish the command. you're already spasming around him, milking him for all he's worth – the sound of his name on your tongue a prayerful whisper. your hands clutch onto his arms as he talks you through it, talks you through the shakes, the aftershocks and the high. "there we go, let it all out for me, sweetheart"

he groans, slotting his lips to yours and your heart soars

you don't fight more tears from falling. so this is it. this is what it feels like to be made love to – to be loved selflessly

taehyun had placed you far above himself. even in rut, he still considers you more important, his first priority. he never wants to be the cause of your discomfort and pain, never wants you to go through any of what you've gone through in your previous relationship

you cum for what feels like forever, taehyun knowing just how to prolong every ounce of your pleasure, making sure to set a new standard

not too long after, you feel him spill into you, knot locking him into place. he presses soft kisses to you, arms wrapping themselves snug around your waist, holding you close. he cradles your trembling body warm in his embrace. only when you come down, does he lift his head, finding a blissed little smile on your face

glassy eyes stare up at his adoring ones and he bares his teeth in a smile of his own

"i love you" he repeats it once more

it comes out bearing weight, like a promise and your entire being keens and dips into warmth

he'd compliment you right now, tell you how beautiful you look like this, how perfect you are for him, but a compliment simply wouldn't suffice, wouldn't come close to describing the feeling in his chest – when you trusted him enough like this to lay yourself and your soul bare before him

he had to let you know

you've ruined him, utterly and completely – and he'd celebrate and cherish your vulnerability every single time

until you understood, until you just knew, until you allowed the knowledge of his love to become a part of you – to envelope you until there is no more fear and uncertainty left, only the sense of home

you swallow the lump in your throat, arms hugging around the wings of his back. "i love you too" you confess

he shivers, your voice washing over him and he steals your breath as his head dips and your lips meet once more

you thought you had gotten close to taehyun in the days that had passed, but you feel closer to him now more than ever – right here, in the warmth and safety of his arms, attuned to every word of affirmation that spills from his mouth – a neverending song of his devotion. the one genre he never seems to run out of, notes and keys that rewire your brain and your heart

you've finally become one with him, in every sense of the phrase

when his knot goes down, he carefully withdraws from your warmth

your lips are still caught together, limbs still tangled and more i love you's are whispered between dreamy sighs and giggles. he's content just seeing you like this

his skin is still feverish, heat radiating off of him in waves as you stay wrapped around each other. he laughs when you tease him with a mischievous question

"you think you broke your record?" you ask and he answers you with a smitten little hm?

"…how many times you could make me cum" you add, chuckling again when he laughs. you'd coo at him, tell him how cute he looks smiling from ear to ear and his dimple protudes – but you know where that will lead you

it seems you don't have to, however. taehyun already beats you to it. his voice lowers to where he's right by your ear, a low rumble which sends tingles down your spine

"oh sweetheart, i'm far from done with you"

oh god

your breath hitches as he continues, "i just think we need to take a little break." a piece of your hair is tucked behind your ear and he doesn't hesitate to capture your lips with his again, tongue sweeping into your mouth. you let him kiss you silly, moaning softly as your hands roam over his skin

he's beautiful – honey-like skin glimmering with perspiration, coated in your scent. equally yours as you are his. he's large and broad in your hands, firm too and you find that you'll never tire of the feel of him beneath your fingertips

his hands wander too, cupping and kneading the flesh of your breasts and thighs where he can reach, groaning in appreciation into your mouth

it doesn't last long before taehyun feels a stirring, burying his head into the nape of your neck. you're about to ask him what's wrong, when you feel it – he rests heavy and hard against your lower belly, precum leaking warm onto your skin

he's panting, heatwaves wracking his body and his teeth clench. your brows knit together when his forehead rests on your collarbone. "alpha—?"

"it's okay, sweetheart. i can take care of this one myself" he strains, throbbing painfully against you. another pained groan escapes him and you cup his face, making him look at you

"let me help, please" you offer. "you won't hurt me" you give him a small peck

his pupils dilate, alpha raging to take over at the sound of your voice so soft and sweet – but still, taehyun refuses to give in. "it's fine, i can just– fuck y/n"

your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his aching, leaking length

"come on, taehyun" you purr, stroking him up and down, body beginning to pulse with a newfound need for him already – mate-bond claim making you adjust instinctively to his needs. "i can take it"

your voice is bathed in seduction and taehyun curses himself, curses his nature and his rut for getting turned on so easily

he's a goner when you guide his tip to your entrance, sliding him up and down your slit, right between your soaked, puffy folds. the alpha curses under his breath when you hum sweetly, bucking your hips to work him against your little bundle of nerves

his hand on the mattress fists in the sheets, caving at last. "need to clean you up first. shower?"

your heart warms, he's always wanting to take care of you. you clench around nothing, "yes, please – and afterward, we take this to the spare"

he snickers in response, "trying to break the bed there too?"

"doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. besides" you purr, "we'll still have the couch", you kiss below his ear, "the kitchen counter", below his jaw, "the walls", against his throat, "the floors. a little housewarming for me…all week long"

you feel his jaw clench, hands on your body tightening. you just love riling him up, he thinks. "now that's an idea i'll gladly take"

"yeah? show me" you hum, breathless when he slots his lips together with yours, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a sexy groan straight from his chest

oh you love how easy it is to switch him on when he's in rut

he disconnects your lips only to whisper against them, "we're seriously taking a break after the shower, though"

"fine" you respond and his tongue slips into your mouth again, devouring every sound you make. his arms curl around you, ready to lift you when a ringtone sounds from the bedside table, stopping him in his tracks. he pulls off and you whine at the loss. "i fucking swear, if it's that fucker again—"

"yeonjun?" you both voice in confusion upon reading the caller-id

taehyun sighs heavy, and this is why being next in line for head alpha is not the best position to be in. he wonders briefly how soobin does it, answering the call

"tyun! i uh– i need your help–"

"you have about thirty seconds 'till i hang up. make it quick"

the deep octave of his voice sends another shiver down your spine and you gasp as his tip slides over your clit, biting back a moan as he teases over the little bundle of nerves. you motion for taehyun to flip the two of you over and he does, watching you kiss a hot little trail down his body

"thirty seconds?! okay, uhh–! so i've told you i met my mate at the party and we've been talking for a bit. we've hung out since then, but i don't want to– i don't know, rush anything or—"

he pays the alpha on the other line little mind, sliding a hand into your hair, a dangerous grin forming on his face as he gives you that loaded once over. he follows you, sitting up and your hand scrambles to grab his phone. you squeak into his shoulder as he lifts you, making his way to the bathroom

"get to the point, yeonjun. i'm losing my patience here"

he takes the phone out of your hand, placing it on the basin counter and turning on the shower. you're pressed against the shower wall in record time, tempted to wrap your legs around him and let him slide into you, to have him take you again, slow and deep. instead, you shimmy yourself out of his arms, wordlessly sinking to your knees just like you did earlier tonight. you almost forget about your friend on the line when you take him into your hands, the length throbbing as you stroke him, pace agonizing to his rut-clouded mind

"how do i plan a date?" yeonjun's voice echoes through the space

that's enough to stop both of you in your tracks. your eyes meet, wide with half desire and impatience, half excitement for your friend

– but you're impatient, squeezing your hands around him as you lather his cock in the precum that's leaked from his tip. the last of taehyun's resolve crumbles, thrusting shallowly into your tight hold. it's not long before you sheath him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks with every inch you take

"fuck, i'll get back to you in an hour, yeah? do me a favor and hang up. my hands are occupied"

"tyun, man– don't do this to me! i really need your help—"

you see him snarl. he can't resist you much longer. your mouth is just so eager and warm, lips stretched around him, still so eager to please him despite having taken him for hours. he's usually a patient alpha, but that wears thin when his rut is coursing through his veins – the primal need to stuff you full of his cum, until it spurts out of your nose, returns in no time

he draws all the way back, pushing back in, fat cockhead hitting the back of your throat. you're unable to suppress the loud gags and moans that spill from you as he sets a brutal pace, eyes rolling to the back of his skull

the realization dawns on yeonjun. "holy shit?! y/n? fuck dude, i'm sorry—"

"yeonjun, hang the fuck up" taehyun growls and you can't help but whimper at his possessive tone. you're too far gone, drowning out their voices as you continue to suck and slurp around the heavy length

you peer up, humming around him when you see his head tipped back, water droplets cascading in hurried streams down his muscular torso, an arm braced against the shower wall over your head for stability – steam curling around him and the bathroom light creating a halo around his silhouette

"right! shit— i'll call you back!" the line finally goes dead and your alpha groans

"he seriously needs to work on his call timing" taehyun huffs, curling his fingers more firmly into your hair and you squeak. you giggle dumbly when he pulls back for a few seconds, allowing you to breathe. "ag—greed–" you splutter around the glossy mixture that drips from your lips before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head faster, meeting his ruts

he grunts and moans deeply, chanting your name as the band in his abdomen ignites like a wildfire. he can barely focus with you swallowing and licking around his length so fervently, massaging his balls in your hands on the upstroke, intent on making him cum

a gentle tap against your cheek makes your eyes refocus and your breath hitches upon surveying the look in his eyes. the obsidian irises are almost boba-like – warm and filled with adoration, a look only reserved for you and your own gloss over

"i love you" the declaration spills from him, overwhelming and clouding his mind just like it had earlier

these are the words that rewire you, until all you know is this: how to be loved and cherished. he'll remind you, every single time, no matter how long it takes for him to rewrite the phrase to you

despite the water overhead steaming, goosebumps erupt over your skin. your heart warms, dazed smile on your face widening, tears gathering in your waterline

"i love you too, taehyun" you whisper in return when you ease back to take in another deep breath, heart pounding in your chest as his thumb strokes lovingly over your cheek

he chuckles endearingly at how dazed you are, pressing down on your bottom lip

"that's my good girl. best girl i could've ever asked for" he praises before cupping his hands around your face and pulling you up, slotting his lips together with yours and you melt when his arms wrap around you. this time, you do ask him to take you, you do ask him to make love to you again and you preen when he scoops you into his arms once more, wrapping your legs around his waist

in his arms and hands are where you writhe, soar, let go – and it'll be in his arms and hands forever where he'll continue to unravel you, undoing every threaded pain of the past and replacing it with something gentle

and in this moment you knew – you simply knew that this is where you could rest your soul – here. with him, with the one whom the moon goddess has destined you to be with

your alpha, your mate

your taehyun

for the rest of your days

scznote: that brings us to the end of the alpha!taehyun series! i would love to know all of your thoughts and your fav lines & details! don't be shy to comment or reblog! with that said, stay tuned! x

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three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that

the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right

and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date

you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command

you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back

you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly

it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all

taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments

taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever

when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known

you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine

now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time

there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun

he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something

it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy

god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice

you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush

you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you

he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you

you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat

you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again

it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is

the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at

wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked

lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning

well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you

— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together

you never bathe separately anymore either

the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland

he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"

you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties

"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence

taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago

strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you

he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth

it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him

you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents

it was a vicious cycle

taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin

you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"

the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew

you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin

none of it

you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew

jungwon was, in fact, not your mate

he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his

you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you

and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate

you were deceived, manipulated

not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you

hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least

he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate

you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup

you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her

it wasn't long until she was gone

you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did

because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom

no, you didn't blame your mother at all

at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life

perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her

because they were never mates

your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away

she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was

selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood

in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to

you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out

without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter

but with him — with taehyun , it's real

it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him

it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence

a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this

you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years

with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give

that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you

you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust

you simply submit, because he makes submission easy

after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you

— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past

because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word

he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise

your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection

you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel

deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door

and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door

you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing

his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting

the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does

a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin

you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight

your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat

his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you

he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort

you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer

god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths

you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early

pull yourself together, y/n

"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw

"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand

"i have something for you"

you smile in anticipation

his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air

it matches perfectly with your dress

your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses

"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back

"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor

the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest

there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile

your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress

"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"

"just like you", he hums

your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation

instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches

"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink

"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in

fuck, you smell good

it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot

absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that

not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him

he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression

"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again

he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"

you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes

they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal

"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"

you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you

god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing

you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything

your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"

he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away

"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"

taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you

you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine

red, velvet and sleek

the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware

soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance

your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you

the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight

behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—

a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you

his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame

"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking

his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"

taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot

"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended

the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile

his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter

"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers

for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow

perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—

"alpha"

a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought

pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you

that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title

and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear

"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table

it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around

you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own

he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"

he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"

the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his

"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority

"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape

fuck, that was hot

your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh

"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams

it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you

god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him

when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead

you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance

oh, he's scenting you

you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on

it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes

you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality

you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip

"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"

he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"

you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"

you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"

"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"

his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none

"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"

"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"

you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on

"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens

"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"

his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him

"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"

the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight

you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish

when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way

"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"

you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear

"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference

he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time

you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"

"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"

"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine

the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds

deep breaths, y/n

"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now

you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"

a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again

"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"

you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully

"you got tipsy, fast"

a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks

"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"

he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"

you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"

that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face

the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully

his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"

your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"

there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest

"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"

you hum, expectant for him to continue

"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest

"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"

the memory comes back to you now

everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch

"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"

he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth

"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."

you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you

your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak

"thank you, taehyun"

his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch

"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh

"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"

he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening

"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"

he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"

once again, you're rendered speechless

a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale

your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes

your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—

a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze

this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight

"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet

your sourness lifts upon the sight

"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink

"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh

"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner

you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face

taehyun almost flips the goddamn table

you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers

his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun

you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you

fuck – you cross one leg over the other

you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you

reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him

you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway

your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate

fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself

how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth

you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews

"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe

taehyun knows exactly what he's doing

he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire

"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table

you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue

"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse

he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap

the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer

true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds

– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in

you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills

everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years

it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…

you wanted to give him everything

taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you

"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours

you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest

"take me home, taehyun"

he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"

you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible

he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his

he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way

your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car

he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car

he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr

you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss

the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second

your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building

almost there

the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside

before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming

you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist

your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension

taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips

"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours

his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in

"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"

his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears

he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber

taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours

his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts

his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection

you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties

"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire

he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance

taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space

he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor

your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off

your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him

red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness

the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth

"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips

your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach

his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips

"i'm going to fucking ruin you"

he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest

"wait!", you call and he halts

taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips

"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms

"what are you—"

you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his

your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face

"sweetheart, you don't have to—"

"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"

he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick

your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed

your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity

dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions

fuck, he's massive

you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own

your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm

your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released

a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid

his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth

the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face

when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath

you crave to hear more

you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other

enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge

you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure

this won't do

you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel

you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock

"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head

you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down

taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth

it's no use, you've already made him slip

you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more

his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears

that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul

the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon

it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender

he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no

pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest

"you're so good to me"

it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then

those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride

you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again

"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips

"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him

you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head

your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit

– because taehyun deserves this

taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it

the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it

your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly

you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you

when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist

"you take such good care of me"

you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists

"you always know what i need, always listen to me"

every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged

"you're patient with me"

your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs

you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip

"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn

his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"

gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach

you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again

he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you

your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth

his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you

"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"

his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal

oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind

"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"

holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission

"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"

a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please

you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso

"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him

the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head

your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms

your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room

you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way

"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"

all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of

he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants

"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"

you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there

just when he's about to finish—

"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor

taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap

"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders

his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"

you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back

"please", you break

it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"

your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound

taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm

"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"

the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea

"make love to me"

he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape

"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length

he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"

"but alpha—"

he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you

his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully

you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod

that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud

you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth

your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties

he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit

"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you

his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming

taehyun groans low and you gulp

you can't take much more of his teasing

"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"

the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"

he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight

"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"

taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit

your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"

he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation

you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod

"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"

his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"

the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign

"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"

he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit

your friends were right

you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you

it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now

taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you

he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets

he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs

god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had

you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit

the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence

the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly

the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth

your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his

they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it

"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"

you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you

he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to

you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves

you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence

he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead

fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could

he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly

your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha

every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure

fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug

"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow

he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest

more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair

your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands

the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully

his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions

he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans

you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead

— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him

he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak

you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier

your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this

a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement

the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch

you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows

he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp

when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner

your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps

his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high

hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound

nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself

he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets

taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted

god, it pains him to detach himself

reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt

you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours

taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer

he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight

soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath

he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs

your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in

he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours

"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape

"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air

"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"

you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon

"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too

he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists

your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him

"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock

it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you

you've never been this turned on in your life

you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier

he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back

your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now

the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time

"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"

"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him

jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender

but even taehyun has his breaking point

despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles

your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away

he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin

"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"

your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant

he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort

"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"

his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady

it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in

a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"

taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper

"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"

his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in

his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth

stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"

you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back

god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him

your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you

"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper

"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster

"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"

your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut

"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get

your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily

every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears

your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock

he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more

sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth

you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach

holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before

"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder

– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it

your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra

another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you

gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course

your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes

"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes

"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"

he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips

his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel

your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in

his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"

"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"

oh god

you know taehyun isn't one to bluff

the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again

he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer

it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends

you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different

he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat

the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue

your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny

"taehyun—"

a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips

"i love you"

your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him

the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths

you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples

"i love you"

it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it

his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper

the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—

"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"

a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion

"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"

"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"

his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"

– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs

when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke

you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls

he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you

his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control

every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember

your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair

you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs

"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva

"please"

that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you

nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin

it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain

goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock

pain quickly eases into pleasure

your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one

a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh

his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment

you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter

a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync

your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his

his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart

you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other

taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts

he has gone still, almost too still

he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good

it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well

you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin

that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you

your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—

was that a grunt or was that a growl?

...to be continued ➛ part 6

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three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that

the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right

and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date

you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command

you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back

you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly

it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all

taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments

taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever

when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known

you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine

now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time

there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun

he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something

it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy

god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice

you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush

you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you

he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you

you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat

you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again

it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is

the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at

wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked

lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning

well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you

— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together

you never bathe separately anymore either

the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland

he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"

you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties

"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence

taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago

strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you

he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth

it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him

you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents

it was a vicious cycle

taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin

you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"

the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew

you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin

none of it

you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew

jungwon was, in fact, not your mate

he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his

you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you

and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate

you were deceived, manipulated

not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you

hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least

he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate

you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup

you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her

it wasn't long until she was gone

you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did

because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom

no, you didn't blame your mother at all

at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life

perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her

because they were never mates

your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away

she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was

selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood

in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to

you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out

without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter

but with him — with taehyun , it's real

it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him

it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence

a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this

you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years

with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give

that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you

you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust

you simply submit, because he makes submission easy

after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you

— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past

because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word

he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise

your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection

you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel

deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door

and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door

you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing

his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting

the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does

a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin

you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight

your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat

his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you

he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort

you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer

god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths

you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early

pull yourself together, y/n

"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw

"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand

"i have something for you"

you smile in anticipation

his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air

it matches perfectly with your dress

your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses

"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back

"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor

the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest

there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile

your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress

"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"

"just like you", he hums

your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation

instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches

"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink

"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in

fuck, you smell good

it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot

absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that

not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him

he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression

"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again

he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"

you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes

they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal

"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"

you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you

god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing

you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything

your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"

he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away

"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"

taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you

you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine

red, velvet and sleek

the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware

soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance

your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you

the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight

behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—

a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you

his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame

"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking

his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"

taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot

"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended

the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile

his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter

"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers

for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow

perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—

"alpha"

a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought

pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you

that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title

and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear

"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table

it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around

you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own

he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"

he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"

the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his

"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority

"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape

fuck, that was hot

your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh

"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams

it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you

god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him

when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead

you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance

oh, he's scenting you

you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on

it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes

you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality

you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip

"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"

he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"

you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"

you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"

"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"

his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none

"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"

"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"

you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on

"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens

"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"

his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him

"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"

the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight

you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish

when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way

"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"

you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear

"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference

he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time

you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"

"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"

"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine

the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds

deep breaths, y/n

"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now

you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"

a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again

"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"

you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully

"you got tipsy, fast"

a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks

"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"

he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"

you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"

that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face

the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully

his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"

your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"

there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest

"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"

you hum, expectant for him to continue

"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest

"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"

the memory comes back to you now

everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch

"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"

he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth

"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."

you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you

your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak

"thank you, taehyun"

his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch

"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh

"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"

he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening

"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"

he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"

once again, you're rendered speechless

a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale

your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes

your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—

a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze

this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight

"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet

your sourness lifts upon the sight

"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink

"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh

"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner

you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face

taehyun almost flips the goddamn table

you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers

his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun

you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you

fuck – you cross one leg over the other

you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you

reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him

you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway

your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate

fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself

how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth

you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews

"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe

taehyun knows exactly what he's doing

he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire

"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table

you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue

"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse

he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap

the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer

true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds

– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in

you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills

everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years

it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…

you wanted to give him everything

taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you

"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours

you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest

"take me home, taehyun"

he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"

you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible

he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his

he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way

your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car

he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car

he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr

you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss

the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second

your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building

almost there

the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside

before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming

you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist

your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension

taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips

"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours

his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in

"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"

his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears

he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber

taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours

his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts

his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection

you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties

"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire

he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance

taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space

he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor

your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off

your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him

red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness

the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth

"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips

your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach

his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips

"i'm going to fucking ruin you"

he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest

"wait!", you call and he halts

taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips

"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms

"what are you—"

you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his

your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face

"sweetheart, you don't have to—"

"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"

he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick

your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed

your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity

dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions

fuck, he's massive

you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own

your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm

your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released

a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid

his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth

the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face

when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath

you crave to hear more

you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other

enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge

you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure

this won't do

you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel

you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock

"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head

you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down

taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth

it's no use, you've already made him slip

you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more

his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears

that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul

the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon

it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender

he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no

pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest

"you're so good to me"

it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then

those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride

you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again

"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips

"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him

you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head

your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit

– because taehyun deserves this

taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it

the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it

your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly

you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you

when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist

"you take such good care of me"

you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists

"you always know what i need, always listen to me"

every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged

"you're patient with me"

your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs

you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip

"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn

his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"

gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach

you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again

he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you

your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth

his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you

"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"

his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal

oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind

"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"

holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission

"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"

a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please

you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso

"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him

the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head

your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms

your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room

you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way

"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"

all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of

he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants

"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"

you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there

just when he's about to finish—

"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor

taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap

"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders

his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"

you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back

"please", you break

it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"

your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound

taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm

"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"

the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea

"make love to me"

he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape

"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length

he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"

"but alpha—"

he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you

his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully

you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod

that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud

you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth

your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties

he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit

"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you

his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming

taehyun groans low and you gulp

you can't take much more of his teasing

"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"

the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"

he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight

"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"

taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit

your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"

he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation

you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod

"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"

his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"

the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign

"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"

he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit

your friends were right

you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you

it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now

taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you

he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets

he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs

god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had

you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit

the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence

the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly

the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth

your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his

they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it

"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"

you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you

he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to

you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves

you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence

he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead

fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could

he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly

your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha

every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure

fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug

"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow

he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest

more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair

your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands

the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully

his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions

he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans

you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead

— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him

he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak

you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier

your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this

a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement

the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch

you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows

he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp

when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner

your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps

his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high

hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound

nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself

he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets

taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted

god, it pains him to detach himself

reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt

you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours

taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer

he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight

soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath

he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs

your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in

he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours

"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape

"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air

"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"

you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon

"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too

he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists

your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him

"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock

it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you

you've never been this turned on in your life

you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier

he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back

your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now

the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time

"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"

"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him

jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender

but even taehyun has his breaking point

despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles

your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away

he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin

"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"

your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant

he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort

"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"

his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady

it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in

a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"

taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper

"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"

his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in

his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth

stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"

you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back

god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him

your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you

"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper

"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster

"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"

your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut

"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get

your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily

every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears

your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock

he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more

sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth

you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach

holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before

"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder

– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it

your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra

another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you

gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course

your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes

"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes

"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"

he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips

his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel

your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in

his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"

"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"

oh god

you know taehyun isn't one to bluff

the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again

he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer

it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends

you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different

he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat

the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue

your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny

"taehyun—"

a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips

"i love you"

your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him

the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths

you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples

"i love you"

it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it

his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper

the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—

"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"

a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion

"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"

"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"

his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"

– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs

when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke

you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls

he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you

his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control

every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember

your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair

you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs

"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva

"please"

that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you

nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin

it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain

goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock

pain quickly eases into pleasure

your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one

a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh

his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment

you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter

a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync

your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his

his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart

you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other

taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts

he has gone still, almost too still

he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good

it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well

you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin

that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you

your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—

was that a grunt or was that a growl?

...to be continued ➛ part 6

scznotes: ooo things are getting hot in here! >< i'd love to know all of your thoughts and all your favourite lines! don't be shy to comment or reblog! (begging after putting months into this 0‐0)

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