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Taehyung waits on the podium as it moves onto the stage. It’s almost November and the cool winds leave goosebumps along his barely covered body. The open arena the company has chosen as the concert venue doesn’t help either. He tries to tug on the hem of his light green latex skirt (with the way the waistband is digging in his hips and the hem riding up to almost flash his panties, he knows the stylist chose two sizes smaller than him), and pulls up the crop top to stop his tits from falling out. He sighs, it’s useless anyways. His company wants him to look like a slut and no efforts from his side is going to stop that from happening.
As soon as he arrives on the stage, the crowd hollers and cheers and.... and despite how disappointed Taehyung feels on having so many perverted alphas sexualise him, performing on the stage has been his dream since he was thirteen years old.
Though he knows that thirteen year old Taehyung would be disgusted on knowing that none of these people are here because they admire his talent or skills but instead to ogle at his body freely.
He shakes his head to forget all those thoughts and concentrates on the flashes of the numerous cameras instead.
Today’s concert isn’t his and so his performance is a short one. He just has two solo songs to perform along with a small dance routine his choreographer added.
He’s pretty sure he was added only to increase the rookie group’s sales. Adding a ‘bonus performance by V’ in any group’s concert tracklist was enough to make sure the venue will be flooded with people from all over trying to get a view of the pretty omega behind every alpha’s fantasy.
Taehyung wonders how his life turned into this; this wasn’t how his idol career was supposed to be like.
He had debuted as the main vocalist of a pop boy group specialising in vapourwave songs. There were a total of five members, him being the youngest; all betas with him being the only omega.
He loved performing, despite how tiring it was; knowing he was able to showcase his talent and skill to the world and have people support him for it was worth all the exhaustion.
He really liked his group members too; they were talented, sweet and hard-working, and instantly took a liking to Taehyung and his bubbly personality, coddling him and babying him as their maknae.
It wasn’t until after almost eighteen months of debut that the group and their company noticed it.
It being how most of the group’s fans were there for Taehyung.
And that was the beginning of Taehyung’s nightmare.
His management company, ever so ready to milk more money, started prioritising Taehyung in the group’s stage performances, music videos, radio shows, etc.
Honestly, Taehyung felt bad for his group members. But ultimately, he was getting the money and attention. So he couldn’t complain about it.
What made him finally speak to the company about it, though, was when he read a few comments from some international fans regarding the blatant favouritism.
1. [+344, -21] Of course Taehyung’s in the centre again, at this point, the other members look like his backup dancers
2. [+289, -74] Why are the rest of the boys wearing black and only Taehyung is wearing white? Just rename the group as Taehyung ft. the rest at this point smh
3. [+148, -35] Did you see how short his skirt was??? At least the management knows Taehyung’s good for nothing more than being a slut
4. [+97, -42] I bet that attention seeking slut has sucked management’s dick, there’s no way they would otherwise adore him so much
5. [+303, -16] Found an account posting some unseen pictures of the slut on.... Click here to read more!
With the amount of favouritism shown by the company, fans, and even the other industry idols, it was obvious that the group would be disbanding and Taehyung would debut as a soloist soon.
And that’s exactly what happened.
WɅVEBOYZ disbanded and Kim Taehyung began his solo career with big support from the previous fans.
The new fans this time, however, made it clear that they weren’t here for the musical artistry or vocals or dance. No, they were here for his looks and body, all his fans being perverted and horny alphas who only stan him for his body.
Taehyung felt horrible. He had trained so hard before coming to this company, learned to sing, had numerous vocal coaches work with him to improve his tenor as he was naturally a baritone, had taken music production lessons. Hell, he even took dance lessons to improvise his dancing skills but all his fans could care for was a glimpse of his ass cheek or cleavage on stage.
It was frustrating. And the worst part was that his management had long ago caught upon the type of content the audience wanted from Taehyung and had made him into a literal pornstar. He’s pretty sure the only thing that differs him from an actual pornstar is that he doesn’t have a dick in him while performing because at this point, his choreography is all about shaking his ass in his fans’ face or bouncing his tits in front of them.
But there is no out for Taehyung.
His parents were dead (and sometimes, despite how bad it sounds, he’s glad they are. He doesn’t think having them alive only to see their only son whore himself out to anyone in korea willing to watch would’ve been any better). He’s an orphan with a destroyed idol image.
He can’t quit this hellhole of a company because no other company would want to recruit an idol with such a scandalous image.
But he can’t quit being an idol either because despite how much he hated the cruelty of this industry, he was addicted to the lifestyle. Having so many people desperate for one glance of him, earning a good amount of money (even though he had to sell his dignity in return), the lavishness made him addicted.
Thus he knows he has to perform his best because the company would reduce his pay, and Taehyung has fought against them for too long, he’s too tired now.
The two songs and dance are over soon, and Taehyung looks at the audience once again. He notices how so many alphas are carrying cups of liquor with them (this concert, oh so conveniently, allowing it despite having alcohol or tobacco banned in every other concert across Korea).
He feels sick in his stomach as his eyes drift over to a teenager in the audience, settled by his father’s hip and staring at Taehyung’s tits while his father groped his ass drunkenly. But Taehyung cannot let himself feel disgusted right now, not in the middle of his performance.
So he moves to the edge of the stage, where the security guards are trying their hardest to keep his fans behind the barricade and Taehyung really wishes he had a say in his company's management because he would surely raise their pay; it wasn’t so easy to stop a crowd of horny alphas at bay.
He drops his mic, bending over sensually while doing so, fully aware of how his skimpy crop top does little to cover his cleavage and how the people on the sides of the t-shaped stage get a glimpse of the dark green lace peaking from under his skirt.
With a final bow, he waves everyone a goodbye and thanks them for coming to the concert before turning around to leave.
Taehyung’s on an official break for three months. No performances, no studio recordings, no practices– nothing, except for a few photoshoots here and there. But the perfectionist in Taehyung doesn’t rest before making him practice at least once a day for his upcoming concert.
It’s late in the evening. Taehyung’s company’s building is almost empty. He is practicing in his dance studio when someone enters. It’s Choi Minho, their CEO’s assistant.
Taehyung greets him warily, noticing how the alpha’s gaze lingers on his uncovered midriff and legs.
“You had wished to talk to the CEO regarding something?” Minho asks. Taehyung furrows his eyebrows but then remembers the talk he had with his manager.
“Yeah, it’s regarding my discography concept,” Taehyung replies. He had talked to his manager about how he’s not interested in whatever image the company is trying to build for him, and his manager had told him to talk to the CEO regarding the same.
“As you know, Mr. Jeon hasn’t been well for a few months now. Thus his son, Jeon Jeongguk, who returned from the States just last month, is preparing to take over our company. Mr. Jeon has asked me to send all important files to his son instead so that he starts getting a grip of what he’ll be doing soon,” Minho informs him. “So he will be the one handling your issue as well. Do you mind?”
He shakes his head. He doesn’t care which Jeon sorts his issue, he just wants it to be done soon.
“Alright then, follow me.”
Taehyung nods and gets up to follow Minho wordlessly.
Taehyung hasn’t ever met his CEO’s son. He has seen Jeongguk’s face a lot though—all over magazines and billboards, being the only heir to Korea’s biggest entertainment company and all that.
They reach the CEO’s office, and Taehyung knocks on the big door labelled with ‘CEO Jeon Junho’ in big, bold font.
On hearing a come in, he enters the office and sees the CEO’s son sitting on his leather chair with an intimidating look on his face.
Taehyung thinks those pictures do not do any justice to the beauty of the alpha in front of him right now. Sharp eyes with a snake piercing on the eyebrows, angular face with a defined jawline, pink lips adorning a ring piercing, broad shoulders, firm chest, muscular arms with bulging biceps crossed atop the desk and a rich chocolate scent.
Taehyung takes a seat in front of him. “Hello sir, I’m Taehyung.”
Jeongguk drags his eyes down the omega’s body before licking his lips. “I know who you are, Taehyung,” he chuckles.
“R-Right,” Taehyung looks down with a blush. He needs to stop making a fool of himself in front of hot alphas. He clear his throat. “I had sent an email about how I wanted my concept to be changed,” he says. He is reminded of why he had come here in the first place and changes his tone, the frustration he always felt regarding this bubbling in him. “I don’t why but the management is hell bent on disrespecting me. Ever since me debut, I have been given a... salacious image and with more concerts and performances coming up, it’s getting worse. I’m tired of this, I don’t want to be a slut.”
Instead of giving him a reply, Jeongguk chuckles, and Taehyung’s frustration rises. Was this a joke to him?
“I don’t see how this is funny—”
“It is actually,” Jeongguk says immediately. “The fact that you’re saying you don’t want to be a whore yet came to my office dressed like the perfect example of one, knowing how late it is and this will be a private conversation.”
Taehyung’s nostrils flare. Of course Jeongguk was a dickhead. What else was he expecting from a hot, rich, spoilt brat?
“I was not informed that this will be a private conversation, or that you’re gonna be an asshole judging me for the clothes I wear, which, mind you, is the outfit given to me by your management company for the upcoming concert. I was practicing for my performance in my stage outfit like I always do prior to the concert,” Taehyung angrily heaves out in one breath, his hands shaking from where they’re settled on his bare thighs.
He hasn’t hated his stage outfits more than he does today, because the skimpiness of it gives Jeongguk weird thoughts and ideas and the fact that wearing it wasn’t even Taehyung’s choice is even more frustrating.
“Performance?” Jeongguk snorts. His tone is demeaning and eyes dark, set on the way Taehyung’s breasts spill out of the bralette. Damn, the stylist deserved a raise. He continues, “You mean you shaking your ass and tits on stage for horny alphas?” He excludes the part where he was probably first in the line of those horny alphas.
“So you are aware that your company is making a whore out of me for desperate alphas, and profiting off it?”
“I really don’t believe they had to put in a lot of efforts in that,” Jeongguk replies. “Making a whore out of you, I mean.” He sees the way Taehyung’s eyes harden and before the other speaks up, Jeongguk sighs loudly. “Honestly Taehyung, you coming to the CEO’s office like that,” he points a vague finger in the direction of Taehyung’s body, “... all alone... so late at night... Do you think I don’t know how someone like you is going to use his slutty tactics to get a raise in paycheck? I’m glad Dad is sick and isn’t here, he’d be absolutely disgusted seeing an artist from his company pull off something like this.”
The omega’s bralette hardly covered the perkiness of his breast and the skirt was low enough to show his belly button and the glinting silver dangle piercing on it. Jeongguk breathes through his nose, is Taehyung really going to complain about his company making him a slut when he appears like every bit of one?
Taehyung screeches, he’s no longer keeping his temper in check because he’s sitting in front of the CEO’s son and all that bullshit. This man needs to get out of his head.
“I have no plans to sleep with you to get a raise in paycheck, if that’s what you’re implying,” he furiously says. “My reason to come here is quite the opposite actually. I wanted to talk to you about changing my concept and giving me a better one, a more modest one. I’m a singer, not a pornstar.”
“I can’t do that Taehyung,” Jeongguk says with a shake of his head. “You see, you’re the star of my company. Our sales are going so well, all because of you.”
And it’s true. Ever since Taehyung debuted as a soloist, Jeongguk’s company has been doing wonders in the sales department. His fans are hungry for any type of content Taehyung is provides, even ready to pay hefty amounts just for a photocard of the idol.
Taehyung purses his lips. Jeongguk maybe the annoying son of his CEO, a conceited alpha and an absolute dickhead, but Taehyung knows he’s not lying. And the knowledge that he has such a great impact on an already big company does wonders to his ego.
But then he remembers that it’s his diginty that is being sold in return and shakes his head. This cannot go on any longer, he can’t keep on whoring himself like this.
“I don’t care,” Taehyung says firmly. “You better change my concept. In fact, if I’m one of the biggest money makers, you should work on pleasing me and meeting my demands. And currently, I want you to change my concept, or...”
“Or?” Jeongguk questions with an amused tilt of his lip.
“Or I’ll—I’ll....” Taehyung flusters around a response, and his fists tighten on noticing the smug smile Jeongguk throws his way at the lack of response. “Or I’ll leave your shitty company.”
The smile drops from Jeongguk’s face and his eyes harden, looking mean and condescending.
“Oh really, now? And where will you go?” he asks with barely hidden anger. “Do you really think any other company would recruit you? With that image?”
Taehyung bites down on his lip to stop himself from releasing a hesitant breath, he will not appear weak in front of this man. Jeongguk has hit the nail on the head, with the exact question that has been running in Taehyung’s mind ever since. But he cannot let Jeongguk think he’s won this. He cannot.
“You’re right, I might not get recruited by any big or known company. But I know there must be some agency interested in my talent and willing to overlook the tarnished reputation your pathetic company has left for me. I may not be as famous then, but at least I’ll be respected,” Taehyung says harshly. He looks at the alpha for a response but is met with a blank glare instead.
Taehyung moves to leave with a sigh, this did not go as he wished. Before he can get up from the chair though, Jeongguk’s low voice speaks up.
“I was about to do this the easy way but you leave me no choice Taehyung,” Jeongguk mutters and then flicks his wrist.
“What—”
Before Taehyung can even finish his question, a hand comes from behind to restrain him to the chair. He looks up to see Minho holding his arms to the chair before using a pair of cuffs to restrain him to the armrest and leaves as quickly as he came, while Jeongguk moves from behind the desk to come in front of him with a grin on his face.
Taehyung opens his mouth to scream and Jeongguk shakes his head with an exasperated sigh. “Dumb baby, did you forget that we are the only ones in the office right now? And that this office is soundproof?”
Taehyung’s mind blanks. All he can do is stare at Jeongguk with disbelief and fear.
“Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung,” Jeongguk begins, his tone light but eyes dark with mirth. “You’re a little ungrateful, aren’t you? Instead of thanking me for letting you engage in your slutty desires and earning money out of it, you threaten to leave my company? Threaten to leave me? I’m a bit hurt,” he places his palms on his chest with a mocking pout.
Taehyung glares at him.
Jeongguk merely chuckles before opening a drawer in his cabinet and taking his phone out of it. He balances the device on one of the penholders on the desk and switches on the front camera, turning it so it faces Taehyung.
“Look at yourself, baby. So pretty, aren’t you?” Jeongguk remarks, nodding his head at the video his phone records, the angle making every bit of Taehyung’s body visible to the camera. He scoffs at the fear in Taehyung’s eyes and says, “Don’t worry, it’s just for my eyes. I won’t show it to anyone else, unless you decide to turn mouthy again and talk shit about my company.”
Taehyung is shaking, his heart is beating loudly in his chest and his teary eyes are set on the phone recording him. He shakes his head on Jeongguk’s question, not wanting to anger the man, he cannot afford to play with Jeongguk’s temper when the other is filming him like this.
“Good boy, I always knew you would listen to me,” Jeongguk smiles and caresses his cheeks. His hands slowly move down to Taehyung’s neck and then his breasts. He touches Taehyung’s nipples over the dress and the other thrashes on the chair.
“Stop it!” Taehyung cries out, hating the way his body so readily responds to the alpha’s touch.
Jeongguk on the other hand coos at how the buds harden because of his fingertips and takes out both of his tits from under the dress. He casually rolls a nipple between his fingertips before speaking again. “Didn’t I tell you how you’ve managed to boost our company’s sales? How you’re the star of my company?”
Taehyung nods his head shakily.
“Well then, my pretty star, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” Jeongguk asks and before Taehyung can respond, he holds the other’s legs over the armchair and kneels down. He then places both of Taehyung’s platform heels clad feet on his shoulders, and vaguely thinks about how the omega could seriously injure him if he knocked his skull with those pointy shoes, but placing enough trust in his pussy eating skills, he ducks his head under the omega’s skirt.
Taehyung’s lacy panties come into view and Jeongguk scoffs. Not a slut, Taehyung had said. The alpha places little kisses on Taehyung’s thighs and moves up to his pussy, which is barely hidden by the flimsy material of the panties. Pushing the cloth aside with his fingers, he uncovers Taehyung’s shaved pussy and groans out loud as the omega’s slick covers his nose.
Taehyung smells so sweet, his scent a delicious smoky vanilla, and Jeongguk doesn’t wait any longer before licking a fat stripe from his perineum to his clitoral hood. He spreads the pussy lips and drags his tongue over Taehyung’s hole, moving up to rub his clit in circles. While doing so, he notices a small mark and coos— Taehyung had a mole on his labia. Could he get any cuter?
Above him, Taehyung bites down his lips harshly to stop the needy sounds trying to leave his lips. He cannot let this sick bastard get the satisfaction. But he cannot stop his body from reacting when Jeongguk swirls his tongue skilfully to stimulate his clit.
His thighs shake from where they are placed on Jeongguk’s shoulders, and Jeongguk repeats the action more fervently this time to elicit a response from him. He brings a finger up to Taehyung’s wet hole while closing his lips around his clit and sucking harshly.
“Fuck, Jeongguk!” Taehyung moans loudly and Jeongguk smirks at finally getting a response out of him.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he mutters wickedly.
Taehyung stops holding back. He knows he should be disgusted by how his body reacts so lewdly to Jeongguk’s touches but all rationality is thrown out of the window when Jeongguk slowly inserts a thick finger in his hole.
“Y-yes Jeongguk, feels—feels so good!” Taehyung whines with his head thrown back. With the way he’s being stimulated, he knows his orgasm isn’t far away.
Jeongguk is soon fucking him with four fingers while his thumb simultaneously rubs his clit. He flicks his tongue along with his thumb on Taehyung’s clit and ever so lightly grazes his teeth against the bundle of nerves.
Taehyung tightens his thighs around Jeongguk’s head and with a wanton moan, he warns, “J-Jeongguk! I’m g-gonna—gonna—”
He comes with a broken cry, squirting all over Jeongguk’s face and the alpha hungrily laps all of it. Taehyung’s taste was addicting.
Jeongguk uncuffs him, knowing there was no way Taehyung would try to escape now.
Taehyung stares at him with disbelief, thinking how he could easily run away right now. But when he sees the large bulge in Jeongguk’s jeans, Taehyung knows that Jeongguk knows what he’s going to do. He wastes no time in pulling down Jeongguk’s pants and boxers, who sighs in relief.
He closes his fingers in a fist around the length of the alpha’s dick before giving it a few languid strokes. He leans forward to give a kittenish lick to the tip and watches with hunger as Jeongguk throws his head back with a groan.
He slowly takes in all of the cock inch by inch until the tip touches his oropharynx. Tears gather in Taehyung’s eyes as he hollows his cheeks around the shaft.
“Fuck yeah, Taehyung,” Jeongguk moans raspily, “Just like that.”
He looks up at Jeongguk through his lashes, and the alpha growls at the lewd image of Taehyung’s plump lips wrapped around his cock, shining with spit and precome, and his pretty, brown eyes turning glassy.
The omega pulls off and replaces his mouth with his hands. He moves his fingers deftly around Jeongguk’s cock, thumbing at the slit and spreading the alpha’s precome all over. He then drags his lips on the underside and sucks one the balls inside his mouth, basking in the deep grunt Jeongguk lets out. Taehyung watches with amusement as the alpha steadily leaks precome and lowers his cock slightly to have some of it fall on his tits.
Still pumping the shaft in one hand, Taehyung gathers the precome from his breast with his finger and licks it, looking up coyly at the alpha.
“Fuck, baby—stand up, stand up,” Jeongguk ushers him and Taehyung follows but looks at him in confusion.
“I’m very close to nutting all over your pretty face, and I don’t want to be coming anywhere other than your pussy tonight.”
With that, Jeongguk turns the omega around and bends him over his desk, eyes moving across the beautiful caramel skin of the omega’s back and thighs.
“Tell me you want this too,” he rasps out while holding Taehyung’s hips closer.
The omega rolls his eyes at that, looking over his shoulder to fix Jeongguk with a deadpan look. Is he seriously asking him that when Taehyung just sucked his dick like his life depends on it?
“Don’t give me that look, baby. I don’t want you to pin rape allegations on me after we’re done, despite knowing how desperate you are for this too.”
Taehyung shoots him a glare at that but Jeongguk doesn’t pay heed to it, not when the omega gets rid of his panties and pulls up his skirt, arching his back with his thighs spread open, presenting his thick ass, little asshole and glistening pussy.
Jeongguk exhales sharply. “I want to do so much more to that beautiful body of yours. But right now, I really can’t wait any longer to shove my dick in, especially when your pretty cunt is winking so lewdly at me.”
And with that, Jeongguk plunges his cock in Taehyung.
The rest of the night is a blur from then onwards.
Jeongguk keeps fucking a bent over Taehyung on his desk, even after the omega blanks out for a few minutes because of the overstimulation.
The alpha lays Taehyung on the desk then, taking numerous pictures of the spent omega sprawled on his desk, zooming in on his face with his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes glassy with tears, cheeks heavily flushed and tongue lolling out his mouth.
The omega whines when Jeongguk touches his pussy again, sore from the intense session, so he moves up to play with the Taehyung’s tits instead. Sucking them, biting them and after some maneuvering, fucking his cock between them.
Taehyung lies there with broken moans pouring out of his mouth, taking everything the alpha gave him.
Jeongguk was right, he was nothing but a whore, and the omega is so grateful to Jeongguk for helping him discover his true self.
Once Jeongguk’s had a taste of Taehyung, he did not plan on stopping. He was addicted to the way the omega’s body responded to him.
Taehyung was no better. Once Jeongguk showed him what it was like to not deny his nature and give in to his desires, he couldn’t stop craving for the alpha’s touch.
And so, there did not go a single day without Jeongguk ruining Taehyung, turning the omega into his little cockslut.
After another intense night with Jeongguk, Taehyung wakes up in the alpha’s bed as usual.
The curtains on the other side of the room are drawn open and the omega watches how the sun shines brightly outside. It dawns upon him that he must have been sleeping for too long and remembers the photoshoot he has scheduled for today.
He curses and reaches out for his phone but realises it’s dead. He sees Jeongguk’s phone lying on the nightstand and grabs it to check the time.
What he sees though, makes his heart drops.
There on Jeongguk’s phone are message notifications from someone labelled ‘babydoll’.
babydoll
so excited to board the plane :D
and yes i finally got my phone fixed after months ㅋㅋㅋ
With shaky hands, Taehyung clicks on the notification and unlocks Jeongguk’s phone (the password being ‘bamrocks’). The device directs him to the messaging app and Jeongguk and babydoll’s conversations. He sees the contact image of a red haired boy grinning widely with his cute cheeks bunching up.
As Taehyung scrolls up their messages, he learns that this man, an omega, is called Jimin and he is Jeongguk’s boyfriend.
Taehyung opens Jeongguk's gallery and scrolls all the way up to find some pictures of the two together. His chest feels heavy and he gulps down the knot forming in his throat.
The phone pings again, indicating a new message.
babydoll
i’ll reach your house in two hours!!!
can’t wait to see you, it’s been months :(
It was Jimin again. Jeongguk’s boyfriend, Jimin. Who was coming home in two hours. To meet Jeongguk. The same Jeongguk who had fucked Taehyung on every surface of this house possible in the last two months. The same Jeongguk who has a picture of a naked, fucked out Taehyung as his homescreen.
Taehyung feels sick in his stomach.
With teary eyes, he hurriedly puts on his clothes, changes Jeongguk’s homescreen wallpaper to a picture of Jimin, and leaves.