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Jeongguk has mastered the art of being a whore.
It started way earlier than his legal age, his heat arising at the young age of thirteen years old and a connection to the vast, darker places of the internet led the omega to slowly indulge in perversions he was way too young for. Like when the thirty-year-old alpha he chatted regularly started asking for audios until Jeongguk found himself recording his moans and the sound of his fingers fucking his wet cunt hard enough that the squelch would fill out the room and probably the rest of the empty house. The fucker spread it with his group of alphas, but the anger only lasted until some of them started offering money for services, and Jeongguk didn’t even have to think about it twice. Why wouldn’t he accept such a large sum of money for something he would do for free?
His parents were thrilled that he got to move out of their house at eighteen. They never asked what he did, but their faces read that they knew exactly what their son was doing. Jeongguk could see the disgust, the hatred that slowly turned into a silent indifference that didn’t even let them shed a tear the moment he stepped out with his entire life packed in a couple of boxes.
He doesn’t need them; he barely did at the time, now he knows he will never do. He can’t rely on them to take care of his needs; that’s only Jeongguk himself can do, something he was born to earn just with his perfect hourglass silhouette that’s borderline too feminine even with his pumped breasts, soft and sweet and trained to be ready for anything. So Jeongguk never actually missed them, he had a place for his own in a luxurious neighbour of Seoul, where he met Jimin one night when two of their past clients took them out for dinner to a weird double date that ended with the omegas’ bonding much more than was expected from them.
Being a whore has given him everything. It’s given him a fun life, status, and the sex is good because Jeongguk makes it good, because it’s not his clients that pick him, it’s him who picks his clients. They have to be older than thirty, because Jeongguk likes at least a ten-year age gap. They have to be very rich, too, rich enough to be able to fly them out of the country in a couple of hours. They have to be nice-looking, because he doesn’t like people thinking that he’s dating an ugly alpha when he’s a piece of candy anyone wants a bite of.
They have to be unmated. Because Jeongguk treats his clients only as his clients: he’s their friend, their lover, their confidant, and he cares deeply about some of them, he’s sure they could be great friends if their paths crossed differently, but there are never romantic feelings. Jeongguk doesn’t know that, he’s mind hasn’t been trained to feel love and devotion. Desire, lust, hunger, those are the things that pull his strings. And so he’s learned that mated alphas awaken a sense of competitiveness that Jeongguk doesn’t like messing up with his job; he’s not about to let his instincts ruin his professionalism over a sense of possessiveness that’s only carnal, that’s never bathed in feelings.
He met the exception to his last, most important rule, at the rooftop of a hotel.
Jeongguk was on his day off, sipping martinis with Jimin, when he caught him at the other end of the bar, sitting with an almighty presence, white shirt unbuttoned to his chest and a glass of plain whiskey in his hand. Jeongguk stared at him for a while before approaching only when he was sure the alpha was alone. Alone and grumpy, reluctant to Jeongguk’s advances, even when he hid the fact that he was a whore from him. Or a sugar baby, that’s how he and his friends like to call it.
The alpha was acting, Jeongguk knew for a fact. He was keeping his cool, pretending disinterest as he barely looked at him by the corner of his sharp, feline stare. Jeongguk knows these men, these alphas that exude power only by being inside the room. He knows how twisted they are, how much they love the smell of fresh, young meat, and can’t help but desperately want a bite to corrupt it further.
Jeongguk didn’t understand at the moment; it was something that had never happened to him; the feeling lingered for weeks, the new, humiliating feeling of rejection. He couldn’t handle it, he’s always been wanted by everyone, he always has alphas begging on their knees for a chance to prove their worth, he always gets what he wants.
In the end, time proved him right. Made him see that first encounter for what it was: an alpha that knew what was destined if they were ever to cave into their instincts.
It just took a second sighting for the alpha to fold. It was at a party that Jeongguk went to with his third client at the moment, the newest and oldest one; one that Jeongguk took the moment the man sent a transfer to his bank account that would cover the cost of another bigger, more luxurious flat Jeongguk was eyeing. He wasn’t his favorite client, the man was boring and wanted him mostly to parade his beauty; besides, Namjoon and Seokjin have been with him for years now and Jeongguk hopes to keep forever, both well-mannered and collected alphas that aren’t brute or filthily kinky. So letting go of him wasn’t that hard, not when the new offer in hand was much more promising not only in terms of money, it wasn’t that what convinced Jeongguk to dump the man and take Yoongi to fill his place, it was the pure animalistic instinct tugging from his guts.
It turned out that his client, Hasung, was this alpha’s mortal enemy. That’s how dramatic his work conflict seemed, since the alpha that barely gave a glance at him was now willing to pay double and an additional amount for having to dump him. Jeongguk had asked for another bottle of white wine to be brought to the table, keeping his silence until he finished refilling his glass.
I don’t work with mated alphas.
But Jeongguk could see it in his eyes. Yoongi just didn’t care. He didn’t care about Jeongguk’s rules, he didn’t care about his wife, he didn’t care about anything but getting what he wanted and that’s a feeling Jeongguk could recognize very well, the type of greed he goes to bed with every night.
Jeongguk has the suspicion that Yoongi’s wife knows, she’s probably heard the audios Yoongi asks him to send in the middle of the night, whining as he puts on an act of begging for his cock, fucking his fingers hard into his cunt so the alpha can hear the squelching sound as he asks him to take his pussy next to his sleeping pathetic wife that could never satisfy him as Jeongguk does. Yoongi tries to keep his cool as always, but Jeongguk knows he’s losing it with every bitch that’s typed as if it were a pet name. In the end, he always receives a dark picture of his painted stomach with a thank you, slut. good night, leaving him to finish himself off on his own, used and dumped to the side. He always falls asleep with his pussy dripping and his mind drifting on what he’s going to buy the next morning with the gift he received from the alpha.
He keeps a tight schedule with the three of them, saving two days of the week for each but making exceptions for certain events, especially with Namjoon, who usually travels out of the country for art exhibitions and likes to take Jeongguk as his plus one. And Jeongguk loves a fully paid holiday in cities he would never even think about travelling on his own, but he always makes sure to plan it with enough time, to keep everything on track with the others, and to get an extra free day to recover from the jetlag.
Jeongguk is meticulous with his work.
That’s why this is a first.
The flight got delayed, and then cancelled, and Jeongguk got stuck in Madrid for two extra days. Meaning that his day off was gone. Meaning that half the day that he had with Yoongi is gone too by the time he arrives at the penthouse the alpha bought for him, and put under his name right a week after the omega told him that no alpha steps on his home.
It shouldn’t be such a big problem because he’s not going to see Namjoon for an entire month since he has an artistic retirement thing that Jeongguk shuts off whenever the alpha starts to rant about, so he should have more time to make amends for the time lost with his other clients. Especially with Yoongi, whose rotten scent is sneaking into the hallway as Jeongguk strolls with his two suitcases full of new clothes.
He didn’t know what to expect the moment he arrived, so he nonchalantly entered his house as if he didn’t have a clue that there was company waiting for him—this was his house, after all. This roof is where he spends most of his time now because it’s nicer, because it has a sauna and a jacuzzi, and the entire floor is just his, because he likes how the city lives under him here, how he can sit on his balcony with a glass of wine as he finishes his day.
So when he finds the living room empty, an anxious feeling starts to crawl up his throat.
“Hyung?” He whispers, heart beating fast as he slowly heads to the also empty bedroom.
The smell there is even worse, a mind-rotting rut scent that has him wetting himself instantly.
Over the bed, there’s one of Jeongguk’s favourite pants, stained with spunk all over as if the alpha had taken his time to rub his knot over it every time.
Jeongguk was raging when he pressed the phone, but it went straight to voicemail. For hours, for hours until Yoongi burst through the door as if he hadn’t just spun his brain when he was supposed to relax after coming home, maybe getting fucked at max. That’s his work, not this. Not having his heart tighten his throat until his brain starts to lack the oxygen needed.
Yoongi drops the keys like it’s nothing, barely giving Jeongguk a disregarding glance before walking to the bar that he makes sure to keep stocked, as everything else in this house.
He snorts as he watches the alpha pour himself a whiskey, not helping himself as it grows into a full, stomach scrunchig maniac laughter that earns him a sharp stare from the alpha, who heads towards him with a dark aura that doesn’t even make him flinch anymore.
“What’s so funny?”
“That you’re so fucking entitled, that’s what’s funny,” Jeongguk shrugs, resting his head on the backrest and tilting it to give the alpha a look. “I missed half a day, and I’m going to make it up for you; you don’t have to be so grumpy about it.”
“Entitled, I am entitled.” The alpha huffs, his free hand gripping Jeongguk’s chin with a steady force that moves him closer until their faces are inches apart, until the omega can catch the sweet scent that’s sticking to his skin. He scrunches his nose, trying to pull back, but it only makes the hold tighten, a smirk growing on the sides of his lips. “I pay for that, I pay you to give me your time when we agree to it, yet you come back here smelling like your other client. You could have had the decency to take a shower while I was gone.”
“It was that bad, huh? The bitch was no fun? Was her cunt too loose? You wouldn’t be this grumpy after a good fuck, and you smell like you fucked her,” Jeongguk whispers, his hand now latching to the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt as he grimaces at the sour, weak smell of an omega who doesn’t know how to claim.
“She’s not a bitch, she’s my wife,” Yoongi grumbles, but he drowns the glass of whiskey in one go before dropping it over the couch, letting the drops taint the furniture carelessly. “You’re the only bitch in my life.”
“Oh, you wanna show her respect now?” Jeongguk chimes, pushing the alpha closer until his body is bending over the edge of the couch. His eyes flare with rage, making his mouth water. “It doesn’t seem like that when you tell me how sweet and how tight my young pussy is, how dumb and boring—”
“Shut up,” he growls, eyes growing darker with the provocations. And oh, does Jeongguk love this, taking the alpha over the edge until he bursts right over his hold. “I can talk shit about her because I’m her alpha, because I own her. You’re just a whore.”
“Yet there’s no other place you’d rather be than with this whore.”
Jeongguk’s never caught romantic feelings for his alphas. He never did, and he never will. Yet he lost count of how many of them have fallen for him, completely infatuated with his charms and his bed skills, a killer combo that could have anyone at his feet.
Yoongi is no exception to it.
In fact, Jeongguk’s sure that he’s fallen even deeper than all the others combined.
He tries to hide his obsession, disregarding his gestures and his constant presence in his life, which grows further than the hours that he gives him per week, which shows him how attached he is already, even when they’ve been doing this only for a year. The man couldn’t go five days without him without losing his calm composure, the unusual anger dripping off of him as a tsunami that feels like a sweet, warm cascade as it wraps around him.
“I should just pay you for a week and lock you here, see how well you do without cock.”
“I’d just have to call you with my fingers down my pussy, and you’d come running back, alpha. Stop playing around, we both know you’re obsessed with me, that you’d do anything to put your knot inside me. You’re still uneasy from your rut, is that it?” He coos, not minding the way the alpha’s jaw sharpens. “You’re still cranky from all the dry pussy, that’s why you came here to nut all over my good clothes? Or did you have a wanking session thinking about me before running home to fuck her after still hard on my scent? Like that time when you called me so I could get it up and help her during her heat.”
The burning of the slap doesn’t erase his smile, he licks his lips with his face still tilted to the side as he feels Yoongi’s presence enlarge over him. It’s a rare occasion for Yoongi to get like this, the alpha likes it rough, he likes to degrade Jeongguk to the ground and use his body in any way he can until the omega is nothing but a limp body—this type of boiling anger he only experienced it once, when Jeongguk got into heat and chose to call Namjoon instead just because the alpha’s the closest to a best friend he has besides Jimin. It’s safe to say Yoongi didn’t take it well, but Jeongguk did. He took everything the alpha gave him after and more, he fed on it on his post-heat delusion until both of them were exhausted enough just to grind their teeth into the other's skin.
He lets his omega take over, the instincts on his leading him over his hands and knees to present himself to the alpha, who cracks in laughter at the image, yanking his pants down in one violent movement before touching his bare pussy as if he was inspecting it, parting his folds and playing around his wet hole.
“Has Namjoon been having erectile dysfunction problems?” Yoongi says in an amused raspy tone as he pushes one finger in, humming with curiosity. “You look tight, kid.”
“He was busy.”
“Too busy to fuck you? Isn’t that what he pays you for?”
“No, he pays me to be his company and go to dinners with him,” Jeongguk fights back in a whine as a finger dips inside his wet hole. “I’m not a whore, I’m a sugar baby.”
“Whatever you all want to call it,” Yoongi says, taking the finger out in a swift motion before spanking his pussy in a sharp movement that has his legs shaking as a surprised screech fills the room. “You’re still a whore for me.”
“I’m not,” he whines childishly, the air catching in his throat as Yoongi spanks him again, the pads of his fingers hitting right over his clit. “You’re the one who treats me like a whore.”
“I’m just realistic,” Yoongi says, the couch dipping right behind Jeongguk’s body. “If you didn’t offer your cunt, you’d be nothing. You’d be studying a dumb career and living off minimum wage. You have to thank her,” he dips two fingers in, ripping a moan out of him as the thickness gets to his tummy. “You’d be pupped and mated if you were lucky, living to please your alpha as every omega should. But you’re not, you’re not, because you trained yourself to be even more useful for us and you decided to sell yourself because you know exactly how to give us what the other dumb omegas don’t, because you have a skill. Being a whore is a skill, and you have it, Jeongguk. You were born to be a bitch.”
“I know, I’m the best whore,” he sighs, parting his legs wider, his own fingers digging into the flesh of his ass to show both his holes to the alpha. The man growls behind him, licking the strip of slick that’s threatening to drip down to the couch. “I’ve been training for eight years, alpha. I didn’t have to go to university to get a degree.”
“A degree on being a bitch, that’s new,” Yoongi remarks, and Jeongguk hears shuffling behind his back, the lack of contact on his exposed body starting to get him desperate. “You’ve been trained well, though. Let’s see how good you can handle this without crying.”
Yoongi pushes his cock in, hard and dry and completely unannounced. The stretch on his hole burns as the thick cock bullies past his tight entrance; Namjoon last fucked him four days ago, and Jeongguk’s body usually takes a couple of hours to recover from a wild fuck. He is tight, almost as tight as a virgin, and it hurts, it hurts, but he lets his body fall pliant like the good omega he is, taking what the alpha gives him. Giving him what he can’t get anywhere else, what he can’t get from his wife, that’s sleeping all alone while his mate sticks his dick in a warm hole, in the apartment that he bought for it.
“Not so much to say now that I’m raping your tight hole, bitch?” Yoongi asks, and Jeongguk can feel how much he’s wetting himself, how he’s coating the alpha’s previously dry cock and dripping down his thighs that can’t stop shaking. “You have such a big mouth, you have to learn that it will only give you trouble.”
That’s why Yoongi’s turned into his favourite. The sadistic rush that shocks through his core, that has Jeongguk whimpering from a shame that he barely feels, but that it tingles on his lower belly with a force that makes him feel almost as pathetic as the words that are uttered, words he fights back only for them to get worse.
“You love this big mouth,” Jeongguk retorts, but the punch that he had on the tip of his tongue vanishes as Yoongi pushes out, every inch that he takes back, leaving an emptiness in his core that makes his body grow drowsy.
“You know what? That’s true,” Yoongi says, and suddenly his aching hole is gaping around air, a desperate whine filling out the room as he sways his ass for the alpha to keep going.
But the man is kneeling right in front of Jeongguk’s face, his pants down just enough to have his hard, hung cock free, sticky wet with Jeongguk’s pussy fluids. He looks up at Yoongi, who’s wearing the dark eyes of an alpha who’s on the verge of breaking down, of turning their games into something real, crossing the line that they continuously play with.
That’s the only problem with Yoongi. That’s why Jimin disapproves of Jeongguk having him as a client, because their chemistry clashes with a force that makes it difficult to keep the professionalism.
“Open up,” Yoongi demands, hand on his jaw and thumb tapping his lower lip. Jeongguk puts it inside his mouth, mewling around the digit without breaking his eyes away from the man that’s towering over him, that’s ready to rip him apart, even when Jeongguk is the most precious thing that he has. Or maybe that’s the exact reason why Yoongi, who’s usually calm and collected, can’t seem to stop himself from the wicked impulse of ruining him. If he can’t have Jeongguk for his own, he might as well destroy him for everyone else.
And the thought only riles Jeongguk further, licking the finger one more time before popping it out with a smirk.
“Go on, alpha, fuck your slut’s mouth.”
Yoongi takes his shaft without looking away from him, pressing the tip against his cheek to move it along his face and making a point to avoid his parted mouth until Jeongguk’s sticky enough for his scent to be repressed by the alpha’s.
“You look so hungry,” Yoongi huffs, pressing his cock over his underlip to push it down before pressing it inside in a slow but unhesitant thrust that has him yelping around the meat, his throat constricting around the thick tip. “That’s right, let alpha feed you. I bet you missed my cock, those other stupid clients you have don’t know how to treat a whore like you.”
It isn’t a lie.
Namjoon and Seokjin use his services for their image, and they both decided to keep him because Jeongguk’s a delight, smart and easy to handle, great in social gatherings and slutty enough to make them lose their minds when they decide to fuck him. And it’s good, their cocks are great and they know how to use them; but they aren’t obsessed with Jeongguk, with his body, with him, as other alphas in his life have been, there’s an instinctual need to be desired that they can’t totally fulfil.
That’s why he’s turned addicted to Yoongi. Because this is what he’s trained himself for since he was little, his area of expertise. And the alpha sure knows not to waste his potential.
The scent of Yoongi’s cock hits him as he pushes back, the precum that sticks to his tongue is sour and heavy, as if the alpha had been depriving himself instead of just coming out of his rut. A rut that’s still contained on his body from not being pleased, his alpha’s shittery with the need of release, and he doesn’t hide it on his movements when he starts to thrust into his mouth, keeping his face still by cupping his jaw.
He’s never merciful when it comes to fucking. When it comes to owning Jeongguk, that’s why he pays more as a way to prove that he’s more entitled over him that anyone else, that’s why he got Jeongguk an apartment where he sneaks in at six in the morning to fuck his sleepy hole before heading to work, always leaving a tip in Jeongguk’s bank account and an expensive gift waiting for him on the kitchen aisle.
That’s all it is to Yoongi. His obsession is with power and control, and Jeongguk is no stranger to that. He feeds on it, he rejoices every time his net worth grows just for being used, for being a piece of meat with a warm, tight hole that’s still soft and wet from his young age. Jeongguk’s always loved the thrill of it all, since the tips started arriving to prove his worth as a slut, growing exponentially to reassure him that this is exactly where he was always meant to be. Used and abused until his body doesn’t belong to him anymore.
It doesn’t; all of him belongs to these men who decide what to do with his time, who craft him to their liking. He doesn’t know who he is, but this. This whore who lets himself be fucked in the mouth by an angry alpha who would go completely broke just to possess him fully.
This is who he is, the person that he becomes when he’s with Yoongi.
“Enjoying it that much, bitch? I can smell your wet cunt from here,” he groans, followed by a sadistic laughter when Jeongguk chokes on his cock while trying to nod dumbly. “You’re so pretty when you look this pathetic,” he licks off his smirk, tangling his hands on the back of his head as he leans him down, pressing one foot over his shoulder to get a better angle.
Spit starts running down his cheek the moment Yoongi’s thrusts grow steady with a rhythm that has the sound of his chokes echoing in the room. His balls slap him with a force that pushes the pooling tears down his cheeks, his cunt tingling and swollen from the need that keeps taking over him as the alpha’s grunts get to his ear like a praising song that’s telling Jeongguk there’s no one like him.
He knows Yoongi’s close by the way his face relaxes even when the rest of his body keeps on with the violent attack. Through his glassy eyes, he watches the alpha’s eyes flutter closed, and his mouth parts enough for Jeongguk to watch the tip of his tongue peak from over his lower lip. His cunt spasms at the image at the same time Yoongi stills, a thick spurt hitting the back of his throat, making him choke around the girth as the cum overflows from his mouth and drips down his neck quickly.
The alpha starts fucking his numb mouth again to ride his orgasm, not caring about the way his lungs are desperate for air, about how his eyes are blurry from the tears and his mind is starting to blur further down. One of his hands moves down, spreading the fluids that escaped from his hole to mark him with his spunk, making sure to take extra time over his scent gland.
When he frees his cock from his heat, Jeongguk breaks in a fit of coughs, spitting a gush of fluids over the leather. Yoongi’s cock is dripping too, half-hard, the stamina from his rut still running through his veins.
“Clean it,” he demands when Jeongguk’s coughs turn into heaves, his body aching to recover his lung capacity. “Eat it, don’t want my couch staining.”
“My couch,” Jeongguk fights in a breathless whisper, looking at Yoongi from under his wet lashes.
“Everything in this place belongs to me because I paid good money for it,” Yoongi says, forcing his head down until his nose is met with the stickiness. “That includes you, expensive bitch. I shouldn’t even pay you anymore, bet you’d still take my cock for free.”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer, his mouth pushed against the liquids before Yoongi’s finished spitting the humiliating words that only make him want him more, slurping down everything that came out of their bodies as if it was the most delicious food.
He’s yanked up by his hair, exposed throat and parted lips as he meets the alpha’s dark stare. He pushes his head against the backrest, cheek pressed forcefully against the furniture as Yoongi adds pressure to his hold, twisting his head slightly until his nose and mouth are deprived of air.
“Show me your cunt,” he demands, the alpha voice at the verge of slipping out of him. It doesn’t, because he knows Jeongguk doesn’t need it. “Come on, present for me. What are you waiting for?”
Jeongguk wants to whine, tell him that it’s difficult to move when his lungs are burning and the alpha force is keeping him down. He wants him to fight, to struggle to give him what he wants, but he knows the omega has the will to do it, especially when he’s leaking this much, when the need to get an alpha’s knot is edging his desperate brain. Not any alpha knot, this alpha’s knot. This ruthless alpha that has an obsession that Jeongguk knows the only way to escape will be if it wears off one day, when his pussy isn’t that soft and tight anymore.
The alpha makes a last rough movement against his head once Jeongguk presents, making it clear that he can’t move from the position. Is not like he would want to, anyway. He likes the feeling of his exposed cunt, of the roughness on Yoongi’s hands as he takes off his pants completely to spread him out further, leaving his sticky, hairless pussy as the perfect bite.
A finger crooks inside his hole, but it’s gone faster than he’d like to. He was waiting for the alpha to stick his cock in his hole immediately, too desperate to keep his animalistic instincts at the sight of a slut. His slut.
Instead, he can hear Yoongi shuffling behind his back, close enough to feel his warmth even when he doesn’t have a single finger over his skin.
“Alpha?” He whispers as the seconds start to stretch, his heart racing as the alpha keeps unusually quiet for his mood. He’s never quiet when he has the opportunity to degrade Jeongguk, to push him to the ground both literally and metaphorically.
“That’s how you beg? I know you can do it better,” Yoongi answers in a rough tone that doesn’t soothe his nerves, his hands shaking as he grips the edge of the couch, his cheek pressed against it so Yoongi can see half his face, so he can admire how wrecked he is already.
Jeongguk jolts as he feels a weird touch over his damp folds, but a hand presses on his lower back until he’s arching his back so much it’s keeping him from stirring away when the sensation comes back, this time pressing right over his fluttering hole.
“What are you doing?”
He can’t see the alpha, but he swears he can feel him smirking, delighted at the anxiety that he is rarely capable of ripping out of him. The weird intrusion gets inside his slit, and Jeongguk gasps at the rough stretch of his hole that sucks whatever the alpha shoved inside him fully.
Yoongi’s digit presses it even further until Jeongguk lets out a painful whine at the scratch on the walls of his pussy. He tries to concentrate on trying to guess what it is that the alpha’s stuck inside his desperate cunt that would suck anything in, but his mind is too hazy and his mouth feels heavy and numb with the heat.
“Alpha,” he chimes again, because apparently that’s the only word that’s left on his broken mind. It would only take a command with his alpha voice to have Jeongguk give out completely.
“Can you guess what it is?” He keeps pushing it inside, his finger not touching the walls of Jeongguk’s cunt. “That’s your payment for the week, whore,” Yoongi’s voice is steady, low and quiet in a predator-like tone that has his pussy gushing around what seems to be a roll of cash. A big one. If it’s the payment for the week, there’s probably around thirty million wons worth of money inside his pussy. “If you want to keep it, you’ll have to spit it out. If you can’t, I guess I’ll just fuck it into your womb.”
Jeongguk lets out a cry as he clenches and unclenches his pussy, feeling the rough material stick too hard, moving way too little for the strength he’s using in trying to get it out; he knows he can do it, but the force has him turning pink all over from the strain and the humiliation that the alpha is putting him through. One that makes his pussy stickier, which helps in dampening the money that will be useless if he doesn’t get it out soon.
As rich and comfortable as he is now, he’s still determined not to waste a single cent. Yoongi won’t pay him again; he knows the alpha is expecting some of it to be ruined, so he can take his time for free after using his own body as a weapon. It’s a simple threat: if you want it, earn it. Fight for it. Show how much of a desperate cunt you are in exchange for a piece of paper.
“You’re going to ruin it if you don’t get it out soon,” he says, putting enough pressure on the edges of the paper to scratch him until he’s shaking, but that’s not enough for Yoongi. Jeongguk knows with his half-consciousness that this won’t last, that he’s on the verge of losing it because that’s exactly what the alpha wants. To break his brain. To crush it down to pieces under his feet to prove to him who has the real power.
The omega loves to put up a good fight. It always makes the thrill that much more exciting, the reward being that much more sadistically mouth-watering.
“I know,” Jeongguk whines out loud, whimpering as the words he wanted to keep slip out to make the alpha laugh sadistically.
He’s been trained to be an object, and this alpha knows exactly how to play by those rules. That’s why Jeongguk said yes even when he knew by the scent that he was mated. Mated but not marked. And Jeongguk was hungry. His omega was hungry for this alpha, who still feeds from him with the same vigour he did the first time he had him, trying to suck all of his vitality before throwing him like useless garbage.
By that time, though, Jeongguk will have owned half his life. He might be the whore destined to be dispatched after his body reaches the end of his bloom, but he knows exactly what hides behind all that anger that possesses Yoongi, and it’s that he will never own Jeongguk the way he wants. Not unless he takes it without permission.
He’s not entirely sure the alpha wouldn’t do it; it’s that danger that excites him more, that burns a pyre on his lower belly and drips sticky tears down his parted thighs.
“Oh, baby,” he says condescendingly, a hand caressing softly on his sides before his hair is being yanked again, Yoongi’s breath hitting behind his ear as he towers over his arched back. “I think I’m gonna start to make my weekly deposits like this, this ATM is much more fun,” Jeongguk lets out another pathetic whimper, tilting his head to the side when the alpha’s nose trails down his neck, stopping to nuzzle his scent gland possessively. “Keep pushing, is that all you got? What are you going to do the moment you have to spit out your pups, slut?”
“Don’t want pups,” he whines petulantly.
“Alphas don’t care about that, honey. The world is not as evolved for someone like you. Any respectable alpha would chew a bitch like you and make you their housewife in a second,” Jeongguk squirms as the alpha sucks from his earlobe with his canines scratching the skin. “You think you’re all tough, but you’d bend over for an older cock like a bitch in heat. You wouldn’t be able to fight. We’re stronger than you, you’re just a bunch of pussies with walking legs that belong to us, you’re our pets to use however the fuck we want. So when an alpha wants to pup you up, be sure that they won’t ask for your permission because we don’t care about that,” Yoongi repeats like a mantra in a low tone, teeth baring over his neck threateningly. “I don’t care about that.”
Jeongguk pushes again, only realising how wet his face is when Yoongi spits right over his tears, the saliva running down to his gaping lips.
“Push,” he insists, and Jeongguk does. He’s pushing so hard that his belly is starting to hurt and his bladder feels tight even when there’s barely any liquid there, but it’s not working because Yoongi keeps bullying it inside him everytime it gets close to the edge and he’s starting to panic; he’s starting to believe that Yoongi will really leave it there to be fucked inside his body, to be destroyed by his reproductive system in the desperate search for a knot, but the alpha lets out a long sigh, the hand on his side pressing on his lower belly to give him a hand. “You’re having problems getting it out, baby?” Yoongi asks sweetly, as if he wasn’t spitting insults at him just a second ago. His fingers sneak to the mound of his pussy to touch his enlarged clit, making him jolt at the contact as if he was being spanked all over again. “I could help you, give you something to calm you down, make you lose for alpha.”
He says it so softly, as if he were the most caring alpha in the world. His intentions are as clear as water, yet Jeongguk nods dumbly, willing, letting his limbs grow lax as he waits for the alpha to do something to ease him from his stress.
He doesn’t have to think anymore. Doesn’t have to fight anymore. Yoongi will do it for him, he will make sure his body gets well adapted to the abuse he’s planning on inflicting.
A pathetic, needy whimper rips out of his sore throat when Yoongi moves away, enough for his body to tremble with the lack of warmth, with being abandoned in such an embarrassing position as his full cunt is trying to fight his urges to be emptied out.
He takes his time to come back just to torture Jeongguk, standing in front of him now with his pants pulled up again, just the zipper and the huge bulge holding them in place, belt and buttons left open so it’s easier to take out.
Jeongguk looks up at him, resting his chin against the rest of the couch and watching the alpha tower over him, eyes scrutinizing his exposed body before getting his attention back to his task, thumb rubbing his lower lip before tapping his tongue. He sticks it out under Yoongi’s self-satisfied smirk that only deepens as he watches Jeongguk swallow the pill dry without having to be told to.
“We have to hydrate you,” Yoongi says, pressing the tip of the plain soju bottle under his nose.
Jeongguk can’t help but grimace at the smell. He doesn’t like plain soju, the alpha knows that. The omega exclusively takes fruit-based drinks, too sensitive to the dryness that sticks to the back of his throat, which almost makes him cough at the shock. He knows his surprised eyes only feed him more, because Yoongi's laughter echoes the sticky room as he gives a sharp twist to the bottle that has a stomach-scrambling amount of alcohol enter his body.
He heaves for air when Yoongi stops intoxicating his body, but he was too innocent to think that it was over, eyes fluttering open, a distinctive, fruity scent that Jeongguk particularly likes, that has his nostrils opening up as he presses closer to the toxins that taste so sweet in comparison to the burn on his throat.
The alpha lets him sniff the little jar once more before returning it to his pocket under his hazy stare. He wants to beg for mercy, to finally be fucked until his body passes out to be used in ways he can’t even imagine.
The instant heat hits him like a slap on his still burning cheek, cunt fluttering open for the alpha who’s pressing the bottle over his mouth again to start feeding him more of it until he chokes and spits all over himself, the alcohol sticking down his chest.
“A little bit more, open up,” Yoongi commands, but Jeongguk can’t follow because he's still coughing. Not that the alpha cares about it, one hand gripping the hair on the back of his nape to push his head back enough to have a cascade fall into his mouth, burning down his throat even when Yoongi stops forcing him to drink to spit on his parted mouth, the half-empty bottle and the drugs already starting to wear down his limbs.
“Alpha,” he whispers as the hand on his hair lets go to trail down his spine until it reaches the swell of his ass, teasing a finger on his rim before moving down to his wet mount that he slaps mercilessly, the palpitations spreading down his body so potent that he spits out the money that makes a nasty popping sound as it rolls down to the floor.
“Ah,” Yoongi sighs, disappointed. “I wanted to see that. I guess we’ll have to do one more round.”
“Knot,” he begs, brushing his face against the alpha’s clothed navel, sniffing shamelessly so the musky scent gets him even higher. “Please, knot.”
“You look so sweet when you stop fighting to be in control,” Yoongi whispers. “Unfortunately for you, it only makes me want to ruin you more.”
“Please,” he insists, because it’s a lost battle anyway.
“You want my cock so much?” Jeongguk nods, but Yoongi clicks his tongue. “You have to say it.”
“Want your cock, alpha. Please,” he says, nuzzling his way under Yoongi’s shirt until he’s met with the sweaty skin of his soft belly. He licks down his happy trail, feeling the hairs rasp his wet tongue. “Want you inside me.”
He can still smell his own spit, the remains of dry cum Jeongguk couldn’t catch on time, making it all the more intoxicating. Yoongi’s hand presses him down, down, down until the zipper is scratching against his nose and the caged hard-cock sits down under his chin.
“I already fucked that hole,” Yoongi tells him suddenly, taking a step back and making Jeongguk lose his balance, the compass that’s keeping his loose body from collapsing. “I think your other alphas might be mistreating you more than I thought so. You spend a week away with one of them, and you come back this desperate to be tamed?” Jeongguk can’t answer, one of his hands moving desperately, trying to get the alpha within his reach again, but he’s not there anymore, and Jeongguk’s legs are starting to feel numb and tingly from the position and the amount of toxins his body is trying to digest. “Or are you that much of a slut that you can’t be satisfied not even with three knots?”
“Take me,” he pleads again, feeling Yoongi’s presence right behind his back again, exhilarating enough to have his arch deepen to present his cunt further. “Mount me.”
“If I fuck you here, I won’t be able to carry your dead weight to the bed,” Yoongi says, he hears the sound of a lighter, and the smell of smoke fills the room. The alpha’s playing with him, twisting the threads of his brain, and Jeongguk is stupid enough to fall for it.
“We’ll sleep here, it’s comfy.”
“I won’t sleep on a couch for no whore, no matter how young and tight their cunt is.”
“Go back to your wife then,” he spits, biting the inside of his cheeks to repress the frustrated tears. “That dry cunt can’t please you.”
“You’re right, it can’t,” he can hear him taking a drag, the silence is so thick and their connection is so pervertedly twisted that he can sense Yoongi’s hand hover over him, an electrifying burn running down his skin as Yoongi uses him as his ashtray. It barely burns his skin as the ash rolls down the arch of his back, and he finds himself waiting for more. “I don’t enjoy making her suffer like this. She might have a dry, old cunt, but she’s a much more respectable omega than you’ll ever be.”
Jeongguk’s omega stirrs with discomfort. He can’t let Yoongi go back to that fucking bitch he’s hoping one day he’s going to get rid of—he is sure, once the alpha finally starts to get high on his cunt, he won’t be able to leave.
Either way, he’s not about to take any chances. Right now, this alpha’s his as much as he owns Jeongguk, but he doesn’t need the money to do it. He knows he has the alpha wrapped right around his finger—that’s what Yoongi hates the most, actually, that’s the only thing he hates about Jeongguk. That’s the reason he spits on him like he means nothing, because that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of.
Who buys a whore an apartment, but a man that’s completely and stupidly gone, cunt-drunk and obsessed?
“Take me to bed,” Jeongguk says, biting the venom of his own tongue.
“Good bitch,” Yoongi concedes, tapping the rest of the ashes down his crack until the fire is extinguished on his slick. It makes him feel dirty like nothing else has ever made him, cheap and filthy, just a place to put out the trash they want to leave out of their houses. A cum dump, a knot warmer. “Come on, move. I want to see how much you have left in you. I’ll give you my knot once you get to bed.”
“Alpha,” he whispers as he turns around, but his legs shake, making him fall over the cushions with his head pressed against them. A frustrated cry resonates around the room, his limbs too numb to follow his commands. “Help me.”
“I can help you get down, but you’ll have to crawl if you can’t walk,” Yoongi says, not moving an inch from where he’s standing. “I want to see your cunt walk. Show alpha how much you’re willing to humiliate yourself to be full.”
He doesn’t know where he gathers the strength, but he doesn’t ask for Yoongi’s help again. It might be the promise of his prize that makes it capable of crawling out of the sticky couch, his knees falling with a hard thud against the cold ceramics. He’s almost at the bedroom door when his body is pressed down, it takes him a moment to realize that it’s Yoongi’s foot that’s caging him against the cold floor.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” he says, the sole of his boot pressing further as it slides from his lower back until the tip is rubbing between his folds. “I wish you could see yourself, you look so pathetic. I bet you’d want to hurt you too if you were in my place.”
Jeongguk rubs his cunt against the leather, sighing in pleasure as the tip of it presses down his entrance, but the touch disappears before he can keep on showing how pathetic he can get for a knot.
He was ready to keep on crawling when he feels a sudden contact on his deprived pussy that has him jolting with surprise before growing limp all over again. This time, when Yoongi sticks Jeongguk’s payment down his hole, the omega shakes in a mind-numbing pleasure that has him spasming, hips moving desperately as the alpha fucks the money deep down his hole that’s dilating from the drugs.
The slaps on his pussy are more condescending than in the search to inflict pain. He tries to rub against the slender fingers sliding down his soft folds, and for a mouth-numbing second that has Jeongguk at the verge of breaking into an orgasm, but once again the alpha’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving him lost, desperate to beg for mercy.
“Alpha,” he whispers. “Yoongi-Hyung,” he goes, because in the end he knows exactly how to clear his twisted head that’s choking Jeongguk with its presence and its scent and the way it clenches his belly tight, so tight that he breaks out in a fit of sobs.
Yoongi crouches in front of him, his hand firm but the most gentle he’s been through the night as he lifts him back on all fours, tucking his hair behind his ear before he sneaks his hand to caress his unmated gland, pressing it firm enough for his aroused scent to fill the air.
“We’re close,” Yoongi tells him, letting Jeongguk rub his cheek against his wrist, marking his scent gland lazily.
“Can’t move,” Jeongguk whimpers, fluttering his eyes open to meet the alpha’s. “Make me, please.”
Yoongi gets closer to his ear, the ghost of a devilish smirk tainting his features.
“Be a good bitch and go present on the bed, omega,” Yoongi’s alpha voice is even lower than during the early morning, a low growl that's somehow loud enough to echo through the entire place. “On your fours, the cunt stays full until I say otherwise.”
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, he presses his cheek against Yoongi as the pool to obey grows tight on his chest.
The use of the alpha voice makes him hazy; he rarely hears it, but when he does, his omega answers with a willingness that makes him mushy, that has the little pride on his chest that was burning a weak fire of guilt at submitting extingish as his alpha overpowers him.
He crawls over the white bedsheets, his alpha-cum stained pants crumpled on his side as he flops over his belly, spread legs and arched back to present himself.
“I knew you could do it,” Yoongi says as he enters the room. The sound of the door closing has him shuddering with anticipation. “Never in my entire life have I had a bitch as desperate to be used as you are. Your brain is totally broken,” he chuckles, the bed dipping in between Jeongguk’s legs. When he looks over his shoulder, he finds that Yoongi’s face is hidden between his legs, inspecting his cunt with a perverted fascination. “Push,” Yoongi commands with a slight shade of his alpha voice, but when Jeongguk answers his demands, his fingers enter his cunt to fuck it deep inside him again.
He lets out a sob as his body squirms, uncomfortable at not being able to do the simple thing he's being asked to. He can’t be this weak, this stupid and helpless—but when he tries again, he’s met with another press of resistance.
“Please, alpha,” Jeongguk whispers, head flopping back into the mattress as he tries to catch his ragged breath. “I wanna show you.”
“You wanna show me? Spread your cheeks for me then,” Jeongguk follows his instruction, making sure to grab himself from the puffy folds around his gaping hole. Yoongi’s hands are gone; the touch deprivation makes the thrill even better when he senses Yoongi's intimidating presence pouring all of his attention on his intimate parts that are blooming for him, smooth and shiny and swollen, calling for a mate to breed him. “Spit it out, bitch. You probably ruined half of it already anyway.”
He strains a couple of times to force it out, but the command and the desperation have the money rolling out of his cunt easily. Yoongi hums with satisfaction, the bed digging deeper as the alpha kneels closer behind his back.
“Yeah, baby, such a good cunt. I think it’s ready now.”
“Always ready for you,” he purrs, lifting his hips to push it against the hard, clothed cock.
“I know,” Yoongi mumbles, his voice a soft grunt as he towers over him, breath tickling down his spine. “My lovely slut, alpha just wanted to show you a lesson,” he nuzzles his neck until Jeongguk tilts his head for him, letting the alpha get to the scent gland he rarely lets his clients have a taste of. “No matter how much you try to convince yourself, nobody makes you this desperate to fulfil your duty as an omega.”
“Alpha,” he cries, rutting back against him until Yoongi's hand pins him down against the bed. “I’ve been good.”
“Want you on your back,” Yoongi says, nipping his neck one more time before lifting his own weight to manhandle Jeongguk’s into his back. “So pretty, you look like you're about to pass out already.”
Jeongguk flutters his eyes open, his vision is blurry with the haziness and the overwhelmed tears. He sees himself doing it before he can feel the touch of Yoongi’s face under his fingers, tracing the sharp jawbone and the puffy cheeks with an adoration that has the alpha’s eyes softening, his obsession always turning into more of a devoted need when he starts to slip out, when he can’t help but let his omega take over to feel this alpha who’s only goal is to take over his entire life.
There’s a determination in his stare that should scare Jeongguk, as all the other things that surround this alpha, yet it only has his swollen pussy throbbing with need.
“Not without your knot first.”
There are hands all over him suddenly, spreading the slick down his thighs and his upper back, his finger teasing around his rim.
“You’re even wet down here,” he chuckles softly, leaving a kiss down his jaw and another one under his ear and a last one right on his scent gland. “An omega with two pussies. You really are an alpha’s dream.”
He teases about putting it in, but the pressure disappears when Jeongguk’s broken cry fills the room.
“Pussy please,” he begs, his hand sliding down to the alpha’s nape, keeping him pressed against the tender skin of his neck. “You can fuck my ass later.”
“I’ll get you ready for it in your sleep,” Yoongi concedes with a low growl, hand sneaking between his legs to push his pants down just enough for his cock to be free. It hits right over his lower belly, sticky and heavy, and Jeongguk can’t help but let out the most slutty whine at the contact, at the feeling of Yoongi’s cold zipper scratching the skin of his ass when he lifts him by the hip to slide his cock in between his folds, teasing the tip over his gaping hole.
“Stop teasing,” he cries, letting out an amount of luring pheromones in the air that he only uses in desperate times.
As expected, the alpha growls echoes the room, and Jeongguk smiles hazily as he feels the thick cock start to bully past his entrance without thinking twice, moving with a new, rough urgency that has him thrusting shallowly as soon as he bottoms out, trying to get his cock as deep into his cervix as humanly possible.
Yoongi’s untrimmed hair tickles the mound of his bare pussy, which makes a squelching sound as the slick starts to overflow with the intrusion that’s so addictive, right exactly what he needed to finally come undone under this alpha. This client that fucks him like he shouldn’t be paying him, that rips him down from his cover-up until he’s not a whore anymore, just a whiny omega who was made to take what his alpha’s providing for him.
Yoongi doesn’t seem satisfied with the deepness of his thrusts, so he lifts his hips even more until Jeongguk’s body is bent in half and the tip of his cock is brushing the entrance of his cervix so roughly that Jeongguk can only cry, fingers digging into the back of his head as he feels an orgasm hit him out of the blue.
“Your cunt loves to be full of your alpha’s cock,” Yoongi grunts, his movements catching a steady rhythm that keeps pinning his overstimulated body against the mattress.
He feels his body growing even more limp, but instead of dying out, the orgasm rides out for long enough that his pussy is taking his cock with an urgent need again.
The alpha pounds inside him as if having him just like this, spasming and vulnerable and his, was right exactly what he was meant to be. The sole purpose of his being.
And the toxins let Jeongguk indulge himself on this truth that he hides deep inside himself, trying to look over because staring right back at it would mean to overstep all the work he’s built throughout the years.
His needs can’t be hidden when he’s like this. He can’t pretend that there’s nothing nowhere in the world he’d rather be than being taken by Yoongi, however he pleases, rough, dirty, slow, passionate; Jeongguk could give him everything without having to even try to put on a mask, the alpha can bring anything out of him with just a simple stare of his wild feline eyes.
He rubs his clit against the alpha’s, his body aching for another sweet release to numb his mushy brain.
“Still rubbing yourself?” Yoongi grumbles lowly, licking a dirty strip down his jaw. “Doesn’t it make you feel pathetic that you can’t control it?” Jeongguk whimpers, but his cunt clenches around the thick cock impaling him. “No wonder I’m the only one who can really get you off. No one understands you like me. No one else can use you like me.”
“Alpha,” he cries, his nails scratching the skin of his back as he tries to ground himself from something, anything.
Yoongi only pounds harder at his wails, his fingers digging so hard on his sides that Jeongguk can already picture the bruises forming on different parts of his body with the imprint of his alpha’s hands.
“You like that, baby? Like a good knot in your cunt?” The alpha growls against his ear, and Jeongguk can hear himself chanting a chorus of ah, ah, ah’s in response, but his brain feels too mushy to express anything but the warmth on his chest and the cock impaling his overstimulated hole that’s still so desperate for more. He hides his face against the alpha’s neck, only their scents lingering on each other’s skin as Jeongguk marks him one more time, feeling the alpha’s knot start to swell.
“Pup me up,” he whispers incoherently, nipping the skin of his unmarked neck that his mate has never dared to taint. What a stupid, dumb omega she is, Jeongguk thinks as he licks out the swollen gland that lures him to believe it only belongs to him. “Ruin me, please.”
Yoongi grumbles, the thrusts getting so strong he’s starting to feel the soreness of their clashes in the tender skin of his thighs. The alpha lifts his face, his lips are puffy and shiny with his own saliva, his sharp eyes stare at him with hungry satisfaction. Jeongguk parts his mouth for him, not breaking eye contact as he takes his tongue out under his scrutinising eyes.
The alpha puts two of his slender fingers in the moment his cock gets so thick on the tip that Jeongguk can feel it dilating his cervix, barely having to put up a fight for his body to accept the breeding as it is.
He sucks hard around the digits as Yoongi rides own his own orgasm with his eyes fluttering closed as the omega’s heat starts to throb harder and warmer around him, as if instead of sedating him, it was counterproductive. The alpha takes the fingers out slowly, using them to part his mouth wider by pressing them on his lower lip, only cleaning the stickiness against his cheek once he’s pleased with the results.
He sticks his tongue out again, a thick glob of spit falling inside it right after and suddenly Jeongguk’s too hyperaware of the way the alpha’s cock is still leaking thick and warm ooze inside him, of the way his hairs are brushing the soft, sticky mound of his cunt, of the knot that’s so big even in post-rut that Jeongguk feels like he has an entire fist palpitating just for him.
Of the hands that turned softer even through their constant steadiness in which he always touches him; a constant soft dominance, a crippling fear of the omega escaping from his reach, from his life.
Jeongguk lets out a ripped whine of surprise and pleasure as another orgasm hits him again, his body convulsing as he ruts his pussy against Yoongi’s body lazily, with the last ounces of strength that his worn body has left.
Yoongi’s breath tickles over his chin before moving to his parted mouth that’s still heaving and whimpering with the leftovers of the climax.
His tongue brushes Jeongguk’s lips first, but instead of sealing their lips into a kiss, the alpha lets a stream of spit into his cavity once more; it’s still dirty, filthy and overpowering. That doesn’t stop his heart from growing soft inside his chest as he gulps it down with a dazed grin of satisfaction.
This time, when the alpha pryes his mouth open with his sharp tongue, they seal into a kiss that feels too lazy, too quiet in comparison to the rough session they just went through, but this is exactly how the omega likes it; he’s never had to tell Yoongi. He’s never had to explain himself, his wants, his needs, why he’s shaped the twisted way he is.
There’s no need to because Yoongi sees right through it, the same way Jeongguk can do with this alpha that’s insanely crazy for him.
Yoongi’s hands are caressing the sides of his lax body, the fingers tickling down his sides as his tongue twists inside his mouth as if he were determined to mark every inch of his body that he could reach.
Jeongguk feels the weariness start to hit him, but it’s soft and warm, like the heaviness after a long, sunny day at the beach. Comfy and dreamy and so homey it should terrify him. It would terrify him if he weren’t so high on everything the alpha gave him, on his cock, on his manly scent. On the way he makes Jeongguk feel like he’s the only omega in the world.
“You were so good for alpha, baby,” he grumbles in the cavity of his mouth, sucking from his tender lower lip. “Such a good omega,” not a good bitch, not a good whore, not a good cunt. “Want you to cancel your other client for the entire month.”
Jeongguk whines, fluttering his eyes open to find the alpha’s stare piercing through him. It’s not a demand, it’s a plea.
“Can’t do that,” he whispers, but it sounds more frustrated than determined. “You know I can’t.”
“I can pay you triple,” he says, leaving a wet, possessive kiss on the side of his mouth. “I’ll buy you a new car, I’ll take you on a real holiday to wherever you wanna go.” They had this conversation before, but not like this, not with Jeongguk intoxicated out of his mind, not with Yoongi looking at him like he holds the destiny of his life in his hands after fucking him like he hates his guts. Because he does, he loves Jeongguk so much he hates him a little bit for it. “Just let me be your only client, I’ll show you you don’t need anyone else in your life.”
“And what about her?” He dares to ask, no ounce of filter to fight back when he’s stuck in a limbo between reality and unconsciousness. “Do you think she’ll like that you have an official bitch?”
“She knows she doesn’t have any business meddling with you or anything I do,” Yoongi grumbles, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck to stop on his scent gland, brushing it to push it down harder into this subspace that could last him days. “She knows I might keep you forever, and she’s smart enough not to care.”
“I’m just a whore, alpha,” he mumbles with a heavy tongue as the drowsiness starts to wear him down, the words echoing in the room like a knife. “We don’t know how to fall in love.”
“You’re an omega before you’re a whore,” Yoongi’s wet tongue laps his throbbing neck, leaving Jeongguk gasping for air. “Any omega can be moulded to love an alpha, even the whores like you.”
“I love how you fuck me,” he confesses, his eyes drooping closed as the alpha keeps kissing his sensitive skin, his knot still throbbing inside him as if it was ready to stay there forever. “I love how you see me.”
“I know you do, baby. You just need to realize how much you love your alpha, too,” Jeongguk sighs, his head starting to droop heavily to the side as the alpha keeps playing with him. As he will for some more hours, until he’s satisfied with the abuse inflicted on his cunt. Or the rest of his holes.
“Alpha,” he sighs when Yoongi’s canines brush over the skin threateningly.
“Shhh, baby, go to sleep, you must be very tired. It’s time for alpha to play with your pretty body on his own now.”