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Namjoon knew he should've stayed at the dorms when he couldn't find Soobin in the ever-growing crowd of the club. Escaping their warden’s hawk eyes after curfew was in itself a huge mistake but ending up at Gangnam’s most infamous club and bypassing their VIP list to get in should take the cake.
Honestly, Namjoon thought he’d gotten a hang of the whole clubbing scene in Gangnam. After moving to Seoul for college, he promised himself he’d live out all his fantasies of the big city. It was the taste of freedom he traded back at home under his jaded father.
It was reckless, sure, but fun. He enjoyed the attention he got from older alphas knowing they’d never get anything more than his coy smile and a promise for more. His skimpy skirt with a cropped blouse that hung too low on his neck did most of the work for him, earning him a lot of these hungry gazes. But the moment an alpha dared to get a little too cosy with him, Namjoon slipped out of their fingers and lost them in the crowd, the unfinished drinks they bought him left on the counter.
But here, inside Gangnam’s best, Namjoon felt a tiny bit out of place. While most of the crowd were still lust-driven alphas who kept looking at Namjoon like a piece of meat, something about the air inside had him second-guessing his choice of bait for the night.
It was different. With one look at the crowd, Namjoon knew the alphas were loaded. Stupid but loaded. And what better night for having a bit of fun and stealing some of that weight out of their hands, if not now?
He planned this with Soobin for weeks, Hijacked the VIP list and it worked. He couldn't let his nerves ruin a perfectly planned night.
With bated breath, Namjoon schemed his next target for the night. When his eyes fell over a raven-haired man in an expensive suit taking a spot on the bar counter, he knew he’d found it.
As soon as he was a hand’s width away from the man, Namjoon skillfully managed to throw himself into his arms. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” he faux-whispered when the man caught him in reflex. “I guess I'm a little too drunk to stand straight.”
The man zeroed in on Namjoon’s face, then his eyes dragged all over his body, jaw falling open. “No problem, little omega,” he mumbled, licking his lips in a way Namjoon knew he’d started undressing him in his mind. “You can stay with me for the night and I can take you back home safely in the morning.”
The man smelled like marijuana and alcohol, but Namjoon didn't let the grimace show on his face. “You’re so sweet.” He giggled, wiggling his body in his arms to feel the alpha’s pants. There was no point if the man didn't carry cash. “But what if you do something naughty?” he hiccuped, hands falling on the pockets, only to find them empty.
“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“You liar,” Namjoon mumbled, gently prying himself off the man’s body.
“How about you find out?” The man smirked, a hand finding its way over Namjoon’s thighs.
Namjoon jolted away with a laugh that he hoped didn't sound nervous. “Maybe after you buy me a drink?”
“Of course, little omega.”
As soon as the man turned towards the bartender, Namjoon found his cue to flee. He bolted out of the spot and struggled through the crowd to land himself in a dark corner of the club, only illuminated by a small bulb.
Rummaging through his skirt pocket, he flicked his phone out and dropped a text to Soobin to meet him at the back entrance in an hour. Maybe, tonight wasn't the night he was hoping to be. They’ll probably have to stick to the rooftop hip-hop bars for a while.
Before he could make his way out of there, he’s trapped by the man from the bar.
“Where did you run off to little omega?” He rumbled, a wild look in his eyes.
Namjoon blinked, heart speeding up inside his chest. “I came to find my friends.”
“You owe me something.” The man snickered, hands finding Namjoon’s waist and squeezing it.
Namjoon trembled slightly, head flicking to his sides to find his escape.
Right then, someone strode in looking for the man and Namjoon took a step back with a relieved sigh.
“The boss called for me?” The man looked surprised and then nodded an “Ah, okay” before turning to Namjoon. “I'm not done with you yet, come with me so you don't escape again.”
With that, he snatched Namjoon and dragged him onto the floor above. Namjoon thrashed his arms to try and get out of his grip, but the man was awfully strong and he was sure he’d end up bruising his wrist.
On the floor, he’s hauled into a dim hallway that had a door with two huge men guarding it. The men - all alphas - with tattoos all over and a huge gun in their hands, looked like they’d been picked straight out of a gangster drama.
Namjoon was sure it'd be a futile cry for help when the walls were soundproofed and anywhere he looked, he saw alphas and guns. Despite one hand locked in the man’s hand, Namjoon tried to reach for his phone in his pockets, before he felt the man tug on his arm painfully.
“You’ll break my arm, you asshole!” he hissed, “don't you know how to treat an omega?”
“You’ve got a rowdy mouth for a pretty omega.” The man laughed, “But don't worry, I like a challenge.” Then he glanced forward as they neared the door at the end of the hallway. “Keep your mouth shut until I get back, any ruckus and I'll have you whipped. Got it?”
One of the guards unlocked the door for the man and Namjoon immediately found himself stuck in his spot. The muted stillness of the hallway got to him and he shivered under the gazes of the alphas that seemed to ravage him in their eyes.
While this would've been fun in any other place, Namjoon felt regret starting to clog his throat.
The door opened again and Namjoon dared to peek inside before the man stepped out with a grin. “Come inside.”
Inside, Namjoon’s eyes landed on a man seated on the couch facing the glass walls overlooking the club and he cursed inadvertently.
The man - it has to be an alpha, there's no way he's not an alpha - was extremely hot. Like the guys Namjoon fawned over from the dramas. He looked like an idol with hair as dark as the night sky and hooded eyes as intense as the scorching summer sun. He held a passive look even as he took in Namjoon’s face and body, and strangely, Namjoon found that attractive.
“Leave the omega.” The Alpha - one whiff of the place confirmed it - said, and the man from earlier scrambled to acquiesce.
“Yes sir.” He replied, a deep bow in his spot, then he turned to Namjoon with a solemn gaze, “Be a good boy and do what the boss says, yeah?”
Namjoon felt the prickle from earlier rush into his throat and with it, his subdued anger. “Fuck off. You can't boss me around.” He snarled, eyes set in a deep frown.
The alpha broke into a chuckle that had Namjoon’s inside churning in the best way. Then he gave a single impassive glance to the man that had him running to the door. Good.
That’s the kind of man Namjoon preferred, not the lap dogs but the head wolf.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
God, his voice was deeper than the Pacific. For all his bratty ways, Namjoon couldn't guess what prompted him to listen. Only when he’s seated at the desk before the alpha does he realize he just followed his command like a lost lamb.
“What’s your name?”
“Kang Jaehyun.”
The alpha’s face split into a lazy smile. “Not the one you put on the list, your real name.”
Heat prickled over Namjoon’s cheeks. “That is my name!” he defended, eyes shying away from the alpha’s face.
“You’re lying.” The Alpha muttered, face full of amusement.
“No, I'm not.”
For all the experience Namjoon had with the alphas, he knew not to fall for this guy’s bait. He had, after all, managed to trick so many older alphas into buying things for him without letting them even get a whiff of his cunt. If this alpha thought he could—
“What’re you doing?” Namjoon yelped, trying to tug his skirt down.
While Namjoon was lost in thought, the alpha managed to reach over and fling his arms around Namjoon’s waist and pull him onto his lap as easily as plucking a flower.
“Wanted you close.” The Alpha muttered sheepishly.
Namjoon inhaled sharply, taking in greedy gulps of the alpha’s scent. “This is too close,” he whispered, strangely drawn to the alpha’s eyes.
“Not enough, but for now, this will do.”
“My name is Namjoon,” Namjoon mumbled as if on a scent high, getting comfortable on the alpha’s lap.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful omega.”
Namjoon ducked his head, unable to stop the blush creeping up his cheeks. He had been called beautiful several times but in this alpha’s voice, it felt different.
“I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.”
“Real name?” Namjoon teased even as he felt a hand creeping up his thigh. Normally, he'd swat it away, but with this alpha—Taehyung, he lets it be.
“Yes. But nobody dares to use my name.”
“Because you're the boss?”
Taehyung gave him a low laugh. “Because they’re scared.”
“I’m not scared of you,” Namjoon declared, surprised at his boldness.
One of Taehyung’s hands cupped his cheeks and tugged his chin to have him meet his eyes. “You have no reason to be, sweetheart,” he said, the other hand dangerously close to Namjoon’s inner thigh. “What got you trapped with my idiot lackey? You don't look like you prefer betas.”
Oh. So the man from before was a beta. Namjoon shrugged. “I tried to steal his wallet but it seems like you don't pay your men enough. He had nothing on him.”
“Oh, I pay them enough. But his wallet isn't heavy enough to satisfy you.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “It's not like I was successful, anyway.”
Taehyung chuckled and leaned in to take a whiff of Namjoon’s scent. The act was a little too forward but in the face of Taehyung’s hand creeping towards his panties, it felt silly.
“I’ll give you a wallet you can't carry home, will you let me see your pussy?”
If Namjoon looked taken aback, he didn't show it. He much preferred alphas that cut to the chase, anyway. He didn't know how many tricks he could pull in one night. It wasn't like Taehyung said something lewd when all alphas likely thought the same in their heads. At least Taehyung was handsome enough to tempt Namjoon into giving in.
“Depends on the weight.” He answered, trying to tamp down the thrill seeping into his nerves.
“I’m sure it's priceless with how untouched you smell,” Taehyung said, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a fat wad of 50,000 wan bills. “Let me see it and this is yours. Let me taste it and you can take 10 of these stacks home or more.”
Namjoon took a sharp breath. It wasn't just a silly game for Taehyung. He had never seen so much money in all his years of existence. He knew Taehyung was powerful, and guessed he ran a gang. But to have this man desperate for his cunt was a rush he’d never felt. The money was only a bonus to this game of cat and mouse.
“I’m not cheap.” He teased, swatting Taehyung’s hand away when he tried touching his panties.
Taehyung quickly maneuvered them to have Namjoon on the couch and shot up to pull a velvet case out of the locker in the corner of the room.
Namjoon’s eyes instantly fell on the weapons loaded on the desk below and he gulped audibly. It all hit him like a ton of bricks. While he was too engrossed and likely scent high, he hadn't gauged what Taehyung could actually be.
Dark aura, keen sense of smell, an apex predator through and through. Taehyung could very well be running a jopok under the guise of a nightclub.
Fuck. He was in deep shit. Namjoon thought he could play Taehyung and leave unscathed, not realizing he could be playing with a killer shark.
When Taehyung returned, Namjoon could hardly bite back the tremble in his bones.
Even on his knees, Taehyung looked like a beast that could devour him in one bite. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Too much?” he asked, one hand reaching up to rub his thigh softly.
Namjoon shivered at the touch. God, there was no way out. What had he done?
As if sensing Namjoon’s distress, Taehyung pulled back instantly. “Listen bun, I want you desperately but I'm not pathetic enough to force you. You can walk out now and I'll make sure not a single strand of your hair is out of place till you reach home. But if you say yes, I'll only take a peek. Please?”
Hearing the fucking ganglord beg to have a peek at his pussy brought back some of the confidence he’d lost. More so, when he realized Taehyung was the same man who commanded thousands but was on his knees for Namjoon alone.
Taehyung was extremely sexy too. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
“Only a peek?” Namjoon asked, pushing his thighs out.
“I promise,” Taehyung answered, nose flaring when Namjoon inched his skirt higher.
“That stack for a peek?”
“And more,” Taehyung mumbled impatiently, raking up the skirt to his waist.
Namjoon took a deep breath and leaned back, tugging his panties to the side. He doesn't expect Taehyung to stare at him so shamelessly, but a part of him can't stop the way he grows wetter under the gaze.
“Fuck.” Taehyung cursed under his breath before mindlessly handing over the stack to Namjoon. “How are you this pretty here too?” he goes on, both hands holding Namjoon’s thighs to keep them spread.
Namjoon had never felt this pretty under an alpha’s gaze. He's gotta give it to Taehyung. “How long are you going to stare?” he squirmed on the couch, more affected than he realized.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I need to taste you.” Taehyung’s chest rumbled with hunger, eyes growing wickedly dark. He popped open the long-forgotten velvet case next to him and hurled a thick collar into Namjoon’s hands. “Thirty carat diamond. Please. Please let me taste you.”
While the stack of cash was more than what he expected, the diamonds are what gets him speechless. He's fairly sure he's only dreaming. There was no way Taehyung just offered him diamonds for a taste of his cunt.
But even with a fucking diamond collar in his lap, Namjoon’s more lost in Taehyung’s eyes and the way they dilated when he leaned in to take a whiff of his pussy.
“God, you smell divine. Please Namjoon.”
Namjoon barely nodded and Taehyung leapt in like a lion waiting for its feed.
Nobody had ever done this to him before. The most he got was fucking himself on his fingers during heats. The dildos were too big and he never dared go that far with Soobin. He never let any of those alphas touch him either.
The moment Taehyung’s warm tongue touched his clit, Namjoon gasped and threw his head back, not prepared for it.
“Hm,” Taehyung hummed, pulling back and letting saliva pool onto the tip of his tongue. “It tastes as pretty as it looks.” He went on, licking a long stripe between the labia till he reached his gushing hole.
“Hyung— oh—” Namjoon wheezed, hands gripping Taehyung’s hair.
“Call me Daddy,” Taehyung ordered, eyes still stuck on Namjoon’s cunt.
“D-daddy.” Namjoon tested it, soaking the couch with how much he was leaking.
Taehyung opened up Namjoon’s folds with his tongue, drinking up the slick when Namjoon gushed out more. Then he put his lips on the clit and sucked hard.
The sensation had Namjoon gasping and closing up his legs on impulse. But Taehyung held onto Namjoon’s ankles, keeping them spread for his feast.
It felt incredible and Namjoon wasn't sure he could last at all. The more Taehyung licked and sucked at his clit, the more he felt dizzy with heat curling below his navel.
Namjoon fisted the velvet sheet on the couch, fingers digging in as broken moans of ‘ ahs’ slipped out of his mouth. He always thought he’d ride Taehyung’s face and chase his own pleasure since he assumed most alphas had no idea how to pleasure an omega. But Taehyung was proving every minute that he was far more attentive to Namjoon’s pleasure than his own.
He was learning what got Namjoon mewling and begging, desperate sounds filling the quiet of the room.
“Daddy— please, I can't—” Namjoon begged brokenly. It was too much. He was too sensitive and Taehyung showed no intentions of going easy on him.
“It's okay. Come for me, sweetheart,” Taehyung ordered, still relentless with his ministrations.
As if on command, Namjoon bucked up and fell back, body undulating with a fine tremor as he sobbed out a final ‘Ah!’
Namjoon had never come this hard in his life. Not when he did it himself or when he messed around with his omega roommates during heats. When he came back to his senses, Taehyung looked far more satisfied watching the cum trickle out of Namjoon’s hole.
“From what I can smell, you’re a little virgin aren't you, bun?”
Namjoon sputtered in his spot. How could Taehyung smell that off him? “N-no! I'm not.” He replied, lying through his teeth even when he knew Taehyung could probably figure it out sooner or later.
“Baby.” Taehyung dragged on, not entirely convinced. “Don’t lie.”
“Just—” Namjoon pushed him away, pulling his panties back on. “Don’t get all possessive on me. It doesn't matter.”
Taehyung fell back on his haunches with a wide grin. “Don’t let anyone put their knot in you.” He growled through his chest, eyes turning alpha gold.
Namjoon rolled his eyes and stood up. “I have to go,” he said, gathering the stack of money and shoving it into the elastic of his skirt.
“I want to see you again,” Taehyung mumbled, helping Namjoon fit the diamond collar. “Can I drive you home?”
“I already have a ride.” Namjoon refused but leaned in to drop a chaste kiss on Taehyung’s cheek making him smile. “Find me, daddy .” He threw in a wink and left Taehyung standing in the room, the big bulge in his pants positively pitiful.
Namjoon wasn’t surprised when he found Taehyung outside his college two days later. He knew Taehyung could track him down as easily as a wolf on a trail for its prey but it was interesting to see how soon.
Taehyung stood outside a parked limo, still as handsome as the first time Namjoon saw him. Ever since that night, Namjoon had been thinking about him non-stop and frankly, he was worried he’d never see him again. But seeing him a few feet away squashed all those doubts in his head.
“Hey, little bun.” Came Taehyung’s voice as Namjoon got closer. “Cute overalls.”
“Thanks.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Why are you here?”
All for the dramatics, Taehyung clutched his chest in his hand. “You wound me, bun.” He grinned. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“Aren't you cocky, Taehyung-ssi?”
“How much should I pay you to call me hyung?”
Namjoon smiled. “Now we’re talking.”
Later Namjoon found himself on Taehyung’s lap in the backseat of the limo, lips caught in a bruising kiss, his overalls pulled off haphazardly and Taehyung’s fingers stuffed inside cunt.
“I missed you,” Taehyung mumbled between kisses, fucking his fingers in slowly.
Namjoon moaned when he dove into his neck, scenting him like a rabid dog. “Only…” he gasped when Taehyung’s other hand cupped his chest and gave it a harsh squeeze. “Only been two days.”
“Two full days without you.” Taehyung went on, lips all over every sliver of Namjoon’s skin he could reach.
“You don't have to sweet talk me, hyung-nim.”
Taehyung pulled back and admired the marks he’d left on Namjoon’s chest. “You sound so sexy calling me that. Makes me want to stuff your mouth with my cock.”
“Hm.” Namjoon whimpered when Taehyung’s fingers reached a spot that had him going weak in the knees. “I’m just—oh right there—very thankful. Fuck.”
Taehyung had very generously bought him a designer bag the colour of Namjoon’s eyes. It looked unnecessarily expensive and Namjoon felt giddy. All Taehyung wanted was a kiss in return but what could Namjoon do? He was very happy, after all.
“I bought you a phone too,” Taehyung said, licking the bruise he’d left on Namjoon’s collarbone. “Don’t leave me hanging like that again.”
Namjoon ground his hips to meet Taehyung’s fingers. This was getting too much and he hated being edged. “Hyungnim gets desperate for me?”
“More than.” Taehyung kissed him again, soft and chaste even with all the fire in his eyes. “Ride it out, bun. I won’t tease you anymore.”
That was all the cue Namjoon needed to ride Taehyung’s fingers as he felt his lips sucking on his nipples. When he came, he shuddered and fell onto Taehyung’s chest, mind turning into molten jelly.
Even with all the filth coating his thighs, Taehyung refused to let him off his lap. Namjoon huffed but didn't complain. He liked feeling small under Taehyung’s body but he wouldn't dare tell him that.
“Go to dinner with me,” Taehyung asked when they drew near Namjoon’s dorms.
“I don't date, hyungnim.” Namjoon was comfortable with what they had, he wasn't sure if he could risk being with Taehyung and not fuck up their existing dynamic.
“What if I pay you?”
Namjoon snickered. “I like paintings.”
“Noted.” Taehyung smiled, pulling Namjoon in for another kiss.
Namjoon hopped out of the car, carrying his little designer bag on his arm and watched as Taehyung sped off.
It turned into their thing after. Taehyung picked him up from his college, took him shopping or bought him stuff in exchange for feeling him up. More often than not Namjoon found himself face down, ass up on the limo seat as Taehyung feasted on his cunt.
On days Taehyung surprised Namjoon with another expensive painting, Namjoon would go on his knees and let Taehyung fuck his face. He hadn't learned to take him completely and was sure his techniques were sloppy too. But Taehyung was always patient and called him the sweetest names till he dribbled into Namjoon’s mouth.
Before, Namjoon thought he’d never go on his knees for an alpha. Pleasuring them with his mouth? Nah. They didn't deserve it.
But with Taehyung’s filth running down his throat, it felt right. Taehyung had earned it, after all, getting him pretty things and calling him pretty. He’d learn to make an exception for one.
Only when Namjoon’s semester exams rolled in did he realize that they’d been seeing each other for two months. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Taehyung couldn't get enough of Namjoon and Namjoon, well, he loved the money and praises.
Except, Namjoon loved studying too. He was smart and he loved being the top of his class over knothead alphas who thought omegas deserved to be housewives. Taehyung would serve as a distraction and Namjoon needed to be away until his exams.
💸alpha💸
Baby
Me
No
💸alpha💸
I haven't even asked you yet
Me
I know what you want
💸alpha💸
Let me try
Me
Ok.
💸alpha💸
Let me see you. I promise I won't touch you.
Me
Boring
💸alpha💸
Okay, I'll pound your ass into next week. Please let me see you.
Me
I've got exams!! I don't want you distracting me!!
💸alpha💸
It's been a week, bun. I miss you.
Me
Two more days
💸alpha💸
Send me a pic
Me
Tits or my cunt?
💸alpha💸
Your face sweetheart
Me
Ew
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💸alpha💸
Check your bank account, bun.
Me
Thanks, daddy 😚
💸alpha💸
You're welcome, baby
Exactly two days later, Namjoon dolled himself in a cute outfit and pastel pink thigh highs to surprise Taehyung. He had been good all week, maybe he deserved a small reward.
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💸alpha💸
Fuc k
Baby
You're so
wow
Me
Come ruin it
He didn't get a reply back and assumed Taehyung was busy with his work. While Namjoon liked the attention Taehyung showered him, it was a sad realization that Taehyung was also the fucking kingpin who ran the biggest gang in Seoul.
When his screen lit up after half an hour, Namjoon wasn't expecting Taehyung. He'd almost changed into his pyjamas and matching panties and only left the lingerie on to feel pretty. But staring at Taehyung’s name on his screen he's glad he didn't.
“Open the door, bun,” Taehyung said as a greeting and Namjoon’s heart hammered under his ribs.
“You— fuck—you’re here?”
“Come see it for yourself.”
Namjoon ran to the door before he could take another breath. The moment he found Taehyung standing outside, he pulled him inside and locked the door.
“This is an omega-only dorm!” Namjoon hissed but his nose picked up on the scent of blood on Taehyung’s coat and his face fell.
“Not my blood. Don't worry.”
Namjoon barely ever wondered how Taehyung would be with others. Taehyung was an entirely different person with him and he didn't know whether that was a good thing.
“You're crazy!” Namjoon whisper-yelled, shoving Taehyung’s chest.
Taehyung slid his hand around Namjoon’s waist to pull him close. “Be nice for Daddy, yeah?”
Namjoon nodded. He needed to feel Taehyung’s body on him too. He hadn't realized how much he ended up falling for Taehyung until he’d missed him. His smile. His voice. His hands.
“Wanted to do something nice for Daddy,” Namjoon mumbled into Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung hummed. “You pretty thing.” He said, leaning in for a kiss. “Can Daddy touch you all over?”
“All over. Whatever you want.”
“Baby. That's dangerous. I might break you.”
“Break me.”
Taehyung watched his face for a moment. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me, daddy. Please.” Namjoon whimpered, letting the ache consume him.
“I’ve waited so long for you to ask that, bun.” Taehyung smiled, carding Namjoon’s hair with his long fingers.
Namjoon blushed and hid himself in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “I’m scared too,” he whispered.
He had Taehyung in his mouth enough times to know how monstrously huge Taehyung was. Namjoon could barely take him halfway and was always resigned to playing with the head. Taehyung loved his kitten licks and that was enough to get him going too.
But taking him in his cunt? That was a whole different story. He knew if Taehyung wanted, he could've ravished him on the first night. He didn't need to wait until he heard it from Namjoon. But Namjoon guessed it was the thrill he got off on.
Taehyung picked him up in his arms with a hum and carried him to the bed. “I can't promise I'll be gentle. But you’ll get your biggest present yet.”
Namjoon glared at him from the bed, watching Taehyung unbutton his shirt. “I don't want a present.”
“Oh?” Taehyung looked surprised. “You got something specific in mind?”
“I just like doing things for the heck of it. It doesn't have to be that deep.”
Taehyung froze in his tracks. “Baby. I didn't mean it like that.”
“You were right the first time we met.” Namjoon went on, chewing on his lower lip. “I haven't had a cock in here. But don't. Don't try to get me something for this.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Taehyung dove in till he was hovering over Namjoon. “I don't know what it means to have you. But I try in my own fucked up way. I don't want anyone else touching you. I'm sorry if that meant I was insulting you.”
“There’s no one else. Never.” Namjoon kissed him. “You take such good care of me.”
“I’m glad.” Taehyung smiled and reached for the bow on Namjoon’s lingerie. “Now let me have my reward.”
“All yours, Daddy.”
“Fuck you’re a dream,” Taehyung swore, unwrapping the bow all the way.
Namjoon tried shying away when the bralette came undone, but Taehyung was quick, grabbing his hands and holding them together. “You make me insane. Been missing you like crazy.” He whispered, prying Namjoon’s legs open and tearing his panties away.
Namjoon was used to Taehyung treating him like a delicate flower, so it was a nice surprise to see him lose control. He tried to close in, tease Taehyung more like he always did, but not tonight. Not when he was desperate for Taehyung too.
Taehyung threw Namjoon’s legs over his shoulders and dove in to eat him out while Namjoon thrashed on the bed already sensitive.
“Fuck. Yes! Yes!” Namjoon moaned, trying to form coherent words even as his mouth turned dry.
Taehyung was exceptional at easing his pussy and Namjoon was sure his brain was melting into a puddle.
When Namjoon came, he had a faraway look on his face. He wasn't sure what it meant to float until he had the fucking gang leader in between his legs and devouring his pussy like it was his last meal.
Taehyung doesn't relent. He was far from done. Even as Namjoon lost count of the times he came, he laid there and took it. When Taehyung switched to fingering him and suckling on his clit at the same time, Namjoon came so hard he screamed.
But he needed to pull out the big guns to have Taehyung give him what he wanted.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Please.” Namjoon cried, desperate and lewd under Taehyung’s hands.
Eventually, Taehyung’s appetite grew bigger. He needed to feel Namjoon and with Namjoon begging him to fuck him, it only tipped him off the edge.
Taehyung pulled his cock out and gave it a few pumps before lining it along Namjoon’s wet cunt. “I’ll be gentle but you gotta be a big boy and take me, yeah?”
Namjoon nodded, half delirious with pleasure. “Yes, Daddy!”
When Taehyung pushed in, Namjoon’s body fell lax from the pain of the intrusion. He knew he couldn't take Taehyung all the way in but he wasn't keen on giving up just yet.
“More. More.” He blabbered.
Taehyung slid all the way inside in one go and Namjoon was sure he stopped breathing.
“Fuck.” Taehyung cursed, gasping for air. “God you feel so—fuck—I need a minute or I might actually split your ass.”
Namjoon took a deep breath, trying to take his mind off the pain and feel the pleasure of having Taehyung inside. It was incredible but he was sure he wouldn't walk in a straight line the next few weeks.
Taehyung pulled back right then and slammed back inside. This time, he reached spots inside that had Namjoon seeing stars. Without a preamble, he fucked into him, pulling back and slamming in so hard Namjoon bit into the pillow.
If Namjoon wasn't soaking wet already, it would probably have hurt him more. But Taehyung was smart enough to have pulled a few orgasms and got him wet and swollen just so he could put his knot inside.
Taehyung pounded into him like there was no tomorrow and Namjoon made sure he took it all like a good omega. He was, after all, Taehyung’s little slut.
“Daddy’s gonna cum.” Taehyung groaned into his ear, still thrusting hard. “Wanna take my knot, baby? You want it?”
“Yes! Knot!” Namjoon whimpered, crying from overstimulation.
Taehyung’s thrusts sped up, almost pistoning into Namjoon. Namjoon felt his entire body burn. He knew he couldn't cum anymore without it hurting.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Taehyung growled and trembled, falling onto Namjoon’s body even as his hips fucked into him.
Namjoon felt his seed fill him inside and a satisfied rumble broke through his chest. He had been bred well. Taehyung had kept his word.
“I love you,” Taehyung whispered into his ear when Namjoon woke up.
Namjoon blinked, finding himself cocooned in Taehyung’s arms, Taehyung’s knot still stuck inside his cunt. He smiled, wriggling his hips back into Taehyung’s front. “I told you, I don't date.” He teased, just because he loved being a little shit.
“I don't care. Be my wife.”
Namjoon struggled but craned his neck to meet Taehyung’s face. “Can you afford me?” he sneered, holding onto Taehyung’s hands over his cumbloated belly.
Taehyung gave him a smug grin. “Only I can keep up with your spoiled little ass.”
“Fine.” Namjoon agreed. “Take care of me, Alpha.”
Without any hesitation, Taehyung nodded. “Always.”