– 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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