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The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of the room, casting soft, golden light across the disheveled sheets and bare skin. Jeongguk sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt over his toned frame as the other alpha stirred awake. The sound of rustling fabric seemed to rouse him fully, and he turned to Jeongguk with a sleepy, hopeful smile.
“So… how are we going to tell everyone?” the other alpha asked, voice still thick from sleep. His hand reached out to touch Jeongguk’s arm. “I mean, about us being together now.”
Jeongguk paused mid-motion, the fabric of his shirt still bunched in his hands. Then, to the other alpha’s surprise, he chuckled, a low, amused sound that sent a chill down his spine.
Jeongguk turned back to him, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over the other alpha with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes.
“You’re cute,” Jeongguk murmured, his voice dripping with condescension. “Really cute. But did you seriously believe me when I said I wanted something serious with you?”
The words hit like a slap, and the other alpha blinked, confusion and hurt clouding his expression. “What?” he stammered. “You said last night, you said—”
“That I wanted something real?” Jeongguk cut him off, his tone light and mocking. “Yeah, I said that. But come on, did you really think someone like me would settle down? With you?”
The other alpha’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The weight of Jeongguk’s words began to sink in, and his chest tightened. “You don’t mean that,” he said, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.
Jeongguk sat back, casually leaning against the headboard, and crossed his arms. “Oh, I do,” he said bluntly. “Look, it was fun while it lasted, but I don’t do relationships. Never have, never will. You should really blame yourself for being so naive, thinking you could change me.”
The hurt in the other alpha’s eyes deepened, but Jeongguk wasn’t finished. His smirk turned sharper, almost cruel. “Besides,” he added with a shrug, “this was all just a bet for me anyway. I had to prove to my friends that I could get you into my bed, and—” he gestured around lazily, “here we are. So, thanks for helping me win.”
The other alpha’s breathing quickened as the humiliation set in. “You’re joking,” he said weakly, but there was no conviction in his tone.
Jeongguk swung his legs off the bed and stood, pulling on his jacket. “You were nothing but another alpha on my list,” he said nonchalantly, as though dismissing the weight of their night together. “It’s nothing personal. You’re not the first, and you definitely won’t be the last.”
As Jeongguk turned to leave, the other alpha scrambled out of bed, desperation coloring his voice. “Wait, don’t go. Please. I like you, Jeongguk.”
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Jeongguk interrupted, his voice cold now. He glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Just take this as a lesson. Don’t get attached easily next time.”
With that, Jeongguk walked out, leaving the other alpha standing in the middle of the room, heartbroken and humiliated, the weight of his mistake pressing down on him like a vice.
*****************
The next morning, Jeongguk strode into the lecture hall with his signature swagger, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The room buzzed with energy, but as soon as his presence registered, the hum of casual conversation shifted to hollers and whistles.
“Jeongguk!” someone called from the back, their voice cutting through the din.
“I heard Joon-hyuk submitted to you!” another jeered, and the room erupted in cheers and laughter.
Jeongguk smirked, his ego inflating with each congratulatory cheer. He knew exactly why everyone was reacting this way. By now, the mirror selfie he’d posted late last night had made its rounds. In it, Jeongguk was shirtless, his sharp canines embedded in the neck of a well-known alpha on campus, a clear sign of submission in their society. The other alpha’s face wasn’t fully visible, but their identity wasn’t hard to guess. The marking, and the obvious aura of submission all screamed one thing. Jeon Jeongguk had conquered yet another alpha.
He slung his bag over one shoulder and made his way to his usual spot, exchanging fist bumps and sly grins with his pack of friends along the way.
“Damn, Jeongguk,” one of them said, leaning back in their chair. “You’ve outdone yourself this time. That one was practically untouchable.”
Jeongguk dropped into his seat, stretching his legs out as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “Untouchable?” he echoed, his voice dripping with amusement. “More like overconfident. They all think they’re different. That they’ll be the one to change me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s almost too easy.”
In their society, alpha x alpha dynamics were both widely accepted and a source of pride. Dominating another alpha wasn’t just about power. It was a statement, a testament to strength and charisma. For some, it was a playful challenge and for others, a way to inflate their egos. Jeongguk fell firmly into the latter category.
He and his friends had turned this into a game, challenging each other to seduce and dominate other alphas purely for the thrill of it. Some of his friends occasionally failed, finding themselves submitting instead of dominating, but Jeongguk? He was undefeated.
It wasn’t just his looks, though they certainly helped. His reputation as the alpha who could dominate anyone he slept with had grown to near-mythic proportions. Some alphas approached him willingly, convinced they would be the first to make Jeongguk submit. But every single one of them walked away with Jeongguk’s teeth in their neck, their pride left in tatters.
“You’re a damn legend,” one of his friends said, clapping him on the back. “I don’t think there’s a single alpha on campus who hasn’t either tried or thought about trying to take you down.”
Jeongguk smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Let them try,” he said with a cocky shrug. “The bigger their ego, the harder they fall.”
Just as they were chatting, basking in Jeongguk’s victory, Joon-hyuk stepped into the lecture room. A ripple of whispers spread through the class. He was wearing a hoodie pulled low over his head, his face partially hidden, but even that couldn’t shield him from the onslaught of attention.
A wolf whistle echoed from the far side of the room, followed by another. “Look who decided to show up!” an alpha called out, mockery thick in his tone.
“Guess you’re not as untouchable as everyone thought!” another taunted, followed by a chorus of laughter.
Joon-hyuk kept his head down, his shoulders hunched as he made his way to the back of the room. The once beloved alpha who was always greeted with smiles and friendly waves was now the subject of ridicule.
In their cutthroat alpha dominant world, any sign of submission, real or perceived, was a mark of failure. Strength was currency, and to lose it was to lose everything. While some alphas accepted defeat with their heads held high, wearing their submission marks as a reluctant badge of honor, hiding or denying it only made the fall worse.
Jeongguk watched it all unfold from his seat near the middle of the room, his smug grin unwavering. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, as if he were basking in the aftermath of his handiwork.
Joon-hyuk’s downfall had been particularly satisfying for him. Unlike his usual conquests, the alpha hadn’t been easy. Jeongguk had spent six long months pursuing him, putting aside his playboy persona and acting like the picture perfect alpha. He’d played the part so well that Joon-hyuk, cautious and aware of Jeongguk’s reputation, had finally let his guard down.
Jeongguk’s lips curled into a smirk at the memory. Six months of effort, but it had been worth it. Joon-hyuk had turned him down the first time they met, and Jeongguk’s pride couldn’t let that go unchallenged. No one rejected Jeon Jeongguk and walked away unscathed. He had poured on the charm, played the long game, and when Joon-hyuk finally caved, Jeongguk had sunk his teeth into him, literally and figuratively.
The photo Jeongguk posted last night wasn’t something he always did. Usually, his conquests were up for the game. They knew what they were getting into, and even if they lost, they took it in stride. But Joon-hyuk had been different. He’d believed in Jeongguk, thought he’d found something real, and that made the betrayal so much sweeter.
Jeongguk’s eyes flicked to the back of the room where Joon-hyuk sat in silence, staring blankly at his desk. For a moment, their eyes met, and Jeongguk caught the flicker of betrayal and heartbreak in Joon-hyuk’s gaze. It was fleeting, though, as Joon-hyuk quickly looked away, resigning himself to the whispers and jeers of their classmates.
Jeongguk felt no remorse. This was the world they lived in, and Joon-hyuk had been foolish to think he was different. Naivety had no place among alphas. Joon-hyuk’s humiliation wasn’t Jeongguk’s fault. It was his own for believing in something as ridiculous as love between alphas.
By the second day, Joon-hyuk stopped showing up to lectures. The rumors spread fast so he had dropped out, unable to bear the constant humiliation. Jeongguk overheard snippets of conversations of how some people felt bad for him and how others thought he got what he deserved for being so gullible.
Jeongguk, however, paid no attention to the chatter. As far as he was concerned, it was just another conquest. Another alpha added to his list. Another reminder to the campus that Jeon Jeongguk was untouchable.
As the lecture began, Jeongguk basked in the glow of his latest conquest, completely unaware that his next target would be unlike any other he’d encountered before.
A week had passed, and Jeongguk still hadn’t found a new target. Every alpha he came across seemed too easy or too weak, and he had no interest in wasting his time. He was starting to get bored when the professor announced a transfer student at the beginning of their lecture.
The classroom doors opened, and all noise immediately ceased. When the new alpha stepped inside, Jeongguk, who had been lazily slouched in his chair, straightened up out of instinct.
The alpha was breathtaking. He stood tall, his shoulders broad and posture flawless, radiating confidence without even trying. His platinum blond hair glowed under the classroom lights, styled effortlessly yet with precision. His features were sharp yet delicate, full lips, a perfectly straight nose, and dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see through everyone in the room. He was dangerously beautiful, that it bordered on hypnotic.
From head to toe, he was draped in designer wear that screamed richness. An ivory Chanel jacket shimmered faintly with its intricate stitching and golden buttons. Underneath, a sheer cream shirt offered a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest and collarbones, adorned with layered gold necklaces. His fingers sparkled with rings, each one heavy with precious metal and jewels, and his wrists bore an elegant watch and bracelets that only added to his air of wealth. Even his shoes, polished to perfection, bore the unmistakable mark of high fashion.
He wasn’t just attractive. He was a walking display of power, privilege, and prestige. It was clear he wasn’t like anyone else in the room.
"This is Kim Taehyung," the professor said, gesturing for him to introduce himself. "He’s transferring from the Beacon university."
The murmurs started immediately, spreading like wildfire through the class.
“Beacon? Isn't that a uni for only alphas ?”
“Is that
where they send uncontrollable alphas?”
Jeongguk’s interest was piqued as he listened to the hushed speculation. Alphas who transferred from all-alpha universities were rare and always carried an aura of mystery. Those schools were famous for the elite, the ones too volatile or too powerful to be around anyone but other alphas. Jeongguk’s dark eyes glittered as they roamed over Taehyung.
To anyone else, Taehyung’s ethereal beauty might have seemed delicate, almost soft. But Jeongguk knew better. The way Taehyung carried himself with poise and a quiet, commanding presence made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.
Jeongguk leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a smirk. If Taehyung really was as special as his transfer suggested, it would make breaking him all the more satisfying. A conquest like him would cement Jeongguk’s reputation as the ultimate alpha among alphas.
After a brief introduction, Taehyung scanned the room, his gaze moving slowly across the rows of students. It wasn’t arrogance. He didn’t need to try to make anyone feel small. It was just his natural aura, exuding dominance without lifting a finger. When his eyes finally met Jeongguk’s, the moment stretched for a heartbeat. Jeongguk nodded, his smirk widening in invitation.
But Taehyung didn’t react. His expression remained neutral, and he moved on as if Jeongguk wasn’t even worth acknowledging.
Jeongguk’s smirk faltered for half a second before returning, sharper and more determined. He watched as Taehyung walked to the back of the room, ignoring the stares and whispers from his classmates. Taehyung chose a seat far from Jeongguk, settling in without giving him so much as a second glance.
The blatant disregard only fueled Jeongguk’s interest. And Jeongguk loved a challenge.
This was going to be fun.
The lecture ended, and Taehyung was the first to leave. While the rest of the class stayed back, chattering about the new alpha, Jeongguk followed him out, his mind already working on a strategy. He was no stranger to wooing alphas who thought they were untouchable and Taehyung would be no different.
As he exited the building, he spotted Taehyung leaning against a sleek black car in the parking lot, scrolling through his phone. Jeongguk sauntered over, his usual confident grin firmly in place.
"Kim Taehyung, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Jeongguk." Jeongguk’s voice was smooth as honey, perfectly calculated to charm.
Taehyung glanced up, his expression unreadable. Up close, his features were even more striking, and Jeongguk felt a flicker of annoyance at how effortlessly this alpha seemed to embody perfection.
Taehyung didn't say anything except flickering his gaze over Jeongguk briefly before returning to his phone without giving him any reply. And then he walked away, his steps calm and unhurried as he slid into the driver’s seat of his car. The sleek engine roared to life, and within seconds, he was gone, leaving Jeongguk standing in the parking lot, staring after him.
For the first time in years, Jeongguk felt the sting of being ignored. His hands curled into fists as he turned back toward campus, his jaw tightening.
"This isn’t over, Kim Taehyung." Jeongguk muttered under his breath.
*******
Over the next few days, Jeongguk made multiple attempts to charm Taehyung, but each one failed spectacularly.
He started by sitting next to Taehyung during lectures, leaning close to ask nonsense questions or make witty comments about the professor. Taehyung barely spared him a glance, his focus only on the professor as he took meticulous notes.
When that didn’t work, Jeongguk tried to catch Taehyung outside of class. He’d casually bump into him at the campus café, striking up conversations with a charming grin and light banter. Taehyung’s responses were curt but polite, as though he was indulging a particularly persistent salesperson.
The final straw came when Jeongguk “accidentally” ended up at the same gym where Taehyung workout. He leaned against the wall, watching as Taehyung completed his sets with precision, his muscles rippling under the weight.
"You know, lifting heavier weights doesn’t make you stronger," Jeongguk called out, smirking. "It’s all about using the right technique."
Taehyung didn’t even look at him. "Thanks for the advice," he said dryly, finishing his set before walking past Jeongguk to grab a towel.
Just like that, Jeongguk’s ego took another hit. No one had ever ignored him like this, not even the alphas who tried to resist him. Taehyung wasn’t playing hard to get. He genuinely didn’t seem to care and it pissed him off. At the same time, it also made him desirable.
Jeongguk was slowly losing his patience. Weeks had passed, and despite all his efforts, Taehyung remained unaffected. His usual tricks had all failed spectacularly.
So Jeongguk switched tactics. If being nice didn’t work, then perhaps getting under Taehyung’s skin would. He started throwing insults at the alpha, hoping to get some reaction.
But none of his insults work. Even when he was spewing nonsense at him while the alpha was walking to the class, Taehyung didn’t even slow down. He glanced at Jeongguk over his shoulder, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, as if amused by the attempt.
The reaction or lack thereof infuriated Jeongguk to no end. Day after day, he kept at it. Whether in lectures, the cafeteria, or the gym, Jeongguk made a point of throwing a snide comment or two in Taehyung’s direction. But no matter what he said, Taehyung remained calm, his expression unreadable except for the occasional flicker of mild amusement.
It only made Jeongguk angrier. Finally, one day, Jeongguk’s irritation boiled over. He and his friends were hanging out near the library courtyard when Taehyung walked past, his usual unbothered self. Jeongguk seized the opportunity, raising his voice loud enough for Taehyung to hear.
“Yah Kim Taehyung! Maybe the reason you transferred is because you couldn’t handle being around alphas only,” Jeongguk sneered. “Must be nice, coming here to play dress up and pretend you’re on top of the food chain among us.”
Taehyung stopped mid-step.
The air around them grew heavy, charged with an unspoken tension. Taehyung turned slowly, his sharp gaze locking onto Jeongguk. There was no smirk this time, no trace of amusement. For the first time, his calm demeanor cracked just enough to reveal something far more dangerous beneath.
Jeongguk felt a twinge of unease but pushed it aside, standing his ground as Taehyung walked toward him.
“You think that was funny?” Taehyung’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he came to a stop in front of Jeongguk.
Jeongguk opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, Taehyung moved.
In one swift motion, Taehyung grabbed Jeongguk by the collar and shoved him against the brick wall behind him. The force wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to make a point.
Taehyung’s eyes gleamed crimson, the raw power of his alpha dominance on full display. The air was thick with his pheromones, and they hit Jeongguk like a train. It was oppressive, overwhelming, and impossibly strong.
Jeongguk’s friends, who had been watching the exchange with amused smirks, were immediately brought to their knees, their heads bowed in submission. Even the nearby students stopped what they were doing, frozen in place as the sheer weight of Taehyung’s presence filled the courtyard.
“You listen to me, Jeon Jeongguk,” Taehyung said, his voice cold and biting. “I’ve been patient all this time with your stupid little stunts, but if you keep pushing me, I’ll make you regret it. Whatever game you’re trying to play, I’m not interested in it. Now stay the hell away from me.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitched as Taehyung leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “You’re not worth my time, little alpha.”
And just like that, Taehyung released him, stepping back and letting the oppressive weight of his pheromones fade. Jeongguk slumped slightly against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as Taehyung turned and walked away without another glance.
The silence in the courtyard was deafening, broken only by the murmurs of stunned onlookers. Jeongguk’s friends scrambled to their feet, their faces pale and shaken.
By the next day, the whole campus knew about what happened. Everyone was talking about how the new alpha, Kim Taehyung, had pushed Jeon Jeongguk, the infamous playboy alpha against the wall and left him speechless.
Jeongguk’s ego was totally bruised. Every time someone dared to bring up the incident, he made sure to remind them why it wasn’t a good idea. More than one alpha ended up with a bloody nose after trying to tease him about it.
But no matter how much he lashed out, the humiliation was still there. For the first time, Jeongguk had met an alpha who was truly untouchable and the thought burned him more than he cared to admit.
Jeongguk was relentless. Sure, he had backed off for a few days after the incident in the courtyard, he wasn’t stupid enough to push Taehyung while the alpha was clearly in a foul mood. But once he saw Taehyung return to his usual composed, unbothered self, Jeongguk’s competitive streak kicked in.
He refused to let one moment of humiliation define him. Taehyung might have been strong, but Jeongguk wasn’t someone who gave up easily.
So, there he was, walking alongside Taehyung after their lecture, throwing out his usual mix of taunts and jabs.
“Didn’t know the great Kim Taehyung could actually lose his cool,” Jeongguk said with a sly grin. “Or was that little stunt in the courtyard just a one time thing?”
Taehyung said nothing, his expression calm and collected as always. He kept walking, his long strides forcing Jeongguk to pick up his pace just to keep up.
“Seriously, do you ever get tired of pretending to be so perfect?” Jeongguk continued, leaning slightly closer as if to provoke a reaction. “It must be exhausting keeping up that icy, mysterious act.”
Taehyung suddenly stopped in his tracks. Jeongguk barely had time to register the change before Taehyung grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him.
“Hey! What the hell?!” Jeongguk protested, trying to pull free, but Taehyung held him in a vice like grip.
It was only then that Jeongguk realized where they were heading, a secluded corridor of the university that few people ever passed through. His protests grew louder as Taehyung pushed open the door to an empty restroom and pulled him inside.
“What’s your problem, man?!” Jeongguk snapped, still trying to wrestle out of Taehyung’s grip.
Taehyung didn’t answer. Instead, he dragged Jeongguk into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them with a sharp click.
Jeongguk barely had time to process what was happening before Taehyung spun him around and pulled him onto his lap. Jeongguk’s entire body tensed as he found himself sprawled across Taehyung’s lap, his ass perfectly positioned for punishment. This wasn’t just humiliating. It was downright infuriating.
“What the—?!” Jeongguk shouted, struggling to free himself. “Let me go, you psycho!”
“Stop squirming,” Taehyung said calmly, his voice low and commanding. “Or it’s going to get worse for you.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he spat, struggling against Taehyung’s hold. But the alpha’s strength was something else entirely. No matter how much Jeongguk squirmed or pushed, Taehyung didn’t budge an inch.
He then leaned down slightly, his lips dangerously close to Jeongguk’s ear. “Aren’t you a little brat, Jeon Jeongguk? I’m just doing what a bratty doll like you deserves. Now stay still and count each slap, or it won’t be over.”
The first slap landed hard and sharp, the sound echoing through the restroom stall. Jeongguk’s eyes widened at the sting that radiated even through the fabric of his trousers.
“What the f—!”
Another slap cut him off before he could finish. It was harder than the first, and Jeongguk bit down on his lip to keep from making a sound.
“Count,” Taehyung ordered, his tone calm yet firm.
“Like hell I will!” Jeongguk shot back, glaring over his shoulder.
Taehyung sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You really are a brat, aren’t you?”
The next slap came without warning, the sheer force of it making Jeongguk jolt forward.
“Still not counting? Fine.”
What followed was an onslaught of slaps, each one delivered with precision and strength that left Jeongguk’s resolve crumbling bit by bit.
By the time Taehyung reached the tenth slap, Jeongguk’s pride was hanging by a thread. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight as he fought to suppress the stinging sensation spreading across his ass. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was an alpha, damn it, and yet here he was, being spanked like a naughty pup.
When the eleventh slap landed, Jeongguk finally cracked. “Eleven!” he shouted, his voice shaky with a mix of frustration and humiliation.
Taehyung stilled for a moment, then let out a low chuckle. “Wrong. You didn’t count the first ten, so they don’t count. Start from one.”
Jeongguk’s head shot up, his mouth falling open in disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”
Taehyung didn’t respond. Instead, he delivered another sharp slap, this one even harder than the last.
“One!” Jeongguk hissed through gritted teeth, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound defiant.
“Good. Keep going,” Taehyung said, his tone almost soothing.
The next slap landed, and Jeongguk clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Two,” he muttered, his cheeks burning with humiliation.
Another slap.
“Th-three,” he stuttered, the intensity of the sting making his voice falter.
By the fifth slap, Jeongguk’s resolve was crumbling completely. His voice was barely above a whisper as he muttered, “Five.”
Taehyung hummed in approval, his hand pausing for a moment to rest against Jeongguk’s lower back. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Keep going, brat.”
Jeongguk’s entire body tensed as the next slap landed, harder than the last.
“Six,” he choked out, his pride in tatters.
By the time they reached ten again, Jeongguk’s voice was shaky, his breaths coming in shallow pants. Taehyung finally let him up, and Jeongguk stumbled to his feet, his face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Taehyung stood as well, brushing his hands off as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than an inconvenience. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Now, that was quite easy, wasn't it?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk glared at him, his hands trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, his voice low and venomous.
Taehyung shrugged. “Maybe. But at least you’ll think twice before acting like a brat next time.”
With that, Taehyung unlocked the stall and walked out, leaving Jeongguk alone with his bruised pride and stinging backside.
Taehyung strolled out of the restroom like nothing happened. The alpha couldn’t believe he lost temper like that. He didn’t usually lose control, but Jeongguk had been testing his patience for weeks, poking and prodding like a bratty pup desperate for attention. At first, Taehyung had found it amusing. But today was different.
The moment Jeongguk had started taunting him after class, Taehyung had felt the last of his restraint slipping away. Maybe it was the exhaustion from a bad week or the sheer audacity of the younger alpha to keep pushing when he clearly didn’t stand a chance, but something in Taehyung had snapped.
Dragging Jeongguk into the restroom had been a spur of the moment decision, but now that it was over, Taehyung couldn’t say he regretted it. The brat had been asking for it, and judging by the stuttered counts and the way Jeongguk’s defiance had crumbled under his hand, he was sure Jeongguk learned his lesson. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips as he replayed the scene in his mind. The memory of Jeongguk squirming on his lap, his voice trembling as he counted out loud, was unexpectedly satisfying.
Taehyung flexed his fingers, recalling the satisfying feel of Jeongguk’s weight against his lap and the way his hand had delivered each perfectly measured slap. He wasn’t usually one to throw his strength around, but Jeongguk had practically begged for it.
A small, almost imperceptible smile crept across his lips. If the brat thought he could outsmart him, he had another thing coming.
“Let’s see what you do next, Jeongguk,” Taehyung murmured to himself, his voice laced with quiet amusement as he walked towards the library.
*****************
For the rest of the week, Jeongguk avoided Taehyung as if the older alpha were a plague. No sly remarks, no bold antics, just quiet, calculated avoidance that amused Taehyung to no end.
Taehyung noticed it right away, of course. How could he not? The brat who used to stride up to him like he owned the world now made an obvious effort to sit on the farthest side of the lecture hall, eyes firmly avoiding his. Whenever they crossed paths in the hallways, Jeongguk would suddenly find an urgent need to examine the ceiling or dart into a random corridor. It was almost endearing.
The icing on the cake came one morning when they arrived at the lecture hall at the same time. Jeongguk hesitated at the door for a fraction of a second, clearly contemplating whether to bolt or pretend he hadn’t seen Taehyung. Before he could decide, Taehyung leaned in close, his lips just brushing the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.
“How’s your ass recovering?” Taehyung’s deep voice drawled, laced with mock concern.
Jeongguk’s reaction was laugable. His composure shattered, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he shoved Taehyung back with an embarrassed growl. “Shut up,” he hissed before storming into the classroom, leaving Taehyung smirking satisfyingly in his wake.
But if only it were as easy for Jeongguk to shove the memory out of his mind as it was to push Taehyung away. No matter how hard he tried, that moment in the restroom refused to leave him alone.
Jeongguk was sitting in his room that evening, staring blankly at his laptop screen. He was supposed to be reviewing notes for an upcoming exam, but instead, his mind kept wandering to him .
His jaw clenched as an unwelcome image of Taehyung’s hands flashed in his mind. Strong, elegant hands that had gripped his waist and landed on his.
Jeongguk groaned and buried his face in his hands, his ears burning with shame. Why was he thinking about this? Why did his body heat up whenever he remembered the sharp sting of Taehyung’s palm or the deep, commanding voice telling him to count ?
“This is so messed up,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head furiously as if that would shake the thoughts loose.
His friends had noticed the change in him, of course.
“Hey, Jeongguk, what’s with you lately?” one of them asked during lunch the next day, nudging him with an elbow. “You haven’t been bugging Taehyung. Giving up already?”
Jeongguk froze, forcing down the blush threatening to creep up his neck. “I’m just not in the mood,” he lied, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth to avoid further questions.
Another friend snorted. “Not in the mood? You? That’s a first. Are you sick or something?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk waved them off dismissively. “Just under the weather.”
If they knew what had happened in that bathroom, Jeongguk would never hear the end of it. His ego was already in shambles and the last thing he needed was his friends teasing him about being put in his place by another alpha. Especially Taehyung .
Whenever Taehyung passed by their group, Jeongguk would hold his breath, praying the older alpha wouldn’t say anything. Thankfully, Taehyung wasn’t cruel, not in that way at least. He never mentioned the incident in public, and Jeongguk couldn’t tell if he should be grateful or even more embarrassed by Taehyung’s restraint.
But the most infuriating part wasn’t Taehyung’s silence or his smirks. It was the way Jeongguk’s own mind refused to let go.
Every time he saw Taehyung’s hands, whether they were scribbling notes, holding a coffee cup, or brushing back his hair, Jeongguk would feel his face heat up. His stomach would twist, and his mind would betray him by recalling the way those same hands had dominated him so effortlessly.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk muttered under his breath one afternoon, his fingers gripping his pencil so hard it nearly snapped.
He hated this. Hated the power Taehyung had over him even without trying. Hated the way his body reacted to memories that should have made him angry, not flustered.
Why did he keep thinking about it? Why couldn’t he just let it go?
Jeongguk scowled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “He’s nothing special,” he muttered to himself, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
But deep down, he knew the truth. Taehyung wasn’t like any alpha he's met before. He was strong, composed, and maddeningly confident. And for reasons Jeongguk couldn’t understand, he found Taehyung totally irresistible.
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The club was buzzing with energy, music thumping through the walls and lights flickering in sync with the rhythm. Jeongguk had come here with one mission. To let loose, boost his confidence, and remind himself of the kind of alpha he was. His friends' incessant teasing had finally gotten to him, and he was ready to put their doubts to rest by confronting Taehyung head-on. But first, he needed a little ego boost and there was no better way than a quick hookup to reignite the fire within him.
He was scanning the dancefloor, already weighing his options, when he froze. Sitting alone at the bar, casually nursing a glass of whiskey with that signature air of detached superiority, was none other than Kim Taehyung.
Jeongguk’s lips curled into a smirk. This was perfect. Why wait until tomorrow when he could just lay it all out now?
Taehyung noticed him approaching almost immediately, his sharp eyes lifting from his glass to meet Jeongguk’s gaze. There was a flicker of curiosity in his expression, though it was quickly masked by that calm, almost lazy demeanor he always carried.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jeongguk drawled as he slid onto the barstool beside him, his confidence bolstered by the shots he’d downed earlier.
Taehyung raised a brow, his lips twitching in amusement. “Jeongguk,” he greeted smoothly. “Shouldn’t you be out there charming some poor alpha into following you home?”
Jeongguk chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Actually, I’m here to talk to you.”
“Me?” Taehyung took a slow sip of his drink, feigning disinterest. “What could you possibly want from me?”
Jeongguk decided to cut straight to the point. “I want to sleep with you.”
Taehyung nearly choked on his whiskey. He placed the glass down, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned to face Jeongguk fully. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Jeongguk said confidently, folding his arms over his chest. “I want to sleep with you. And I want to dominate you.”
For a brief moment, Taehyung just stared at him, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just heard. Then, slowly, amusement curled at the corner of his lips, deep and rich.
“You want to dominate me ?” he repeated, his voice smooth, controlled, yet filled with quiet disbelief like the idea itself was laughable.
Jeongguk held his ground, keeping his posture relaxed as he shrugged. “I’ve made the strongest alphas cry like babies before. I like challenges. And you,” He let his gaze rake over Taehyung’s tall, imposing frame, his perfect sculpted features. “You’re a challenge.”
Taehyung hummed, his expression unreadable as he leaned in slightly, close enough that Jeongguk could feel the heat of his presence. Then, in a voice that sent a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine, he murmured, “I come from the Supreme Alpha bloodline, Jeongguk. I’m a rare breed.”
The words hit Jeongguk like a sudden drop in temperature.
His confidence faltered just for a second, just enough for Taehyung’s sharp eyes to catch it.
Supreme Alpha.
Jeongguk had heard of them before, but he had never met one in person. They were different . They were not just stronger, nor just better in fights. Their ranks fall above everyone else in the society.
Supreme Alphas were the alpha among alphas . Their presence alone commanded submission from others, their instincts honed to perfection. Unlike regular alphas, they didn’t need to assert dominance through petty fights; their mere existence demanded respect.
And they were t raditional to their core .
Supreme Alphas upheld the oldest pack structures, believing in the fundamental principle of dominance and submission in relationships. To them, an alpha was meant to lead , to command , while their partner, whether omega or a weaker alpha, was meant to follow . They rarely, if ever, lost a fight. The idea of one submitting to another, especially to an ordinary alpha, was almost unheard of.
No wonder Taehyung exuded such effortless confidence.
No wonder he looked at Jeongguk’s challenge like it was a joke.
For the first time, Jeongguk hesitated.
But then, just as quickly, he clenched his jaw, shoving aside the instinctive doubt creeping in.
So what if Taehyung was a Supreme Alpha? He had fought and won against formidable alphas before. He wasn’t about to back down now.
“So?” Jeongguk scoffed, forcing his smirk to return. “That’s supposed to scare me?”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Jeongguk tilted his head, stepping in closer, close enough that their chests nearly brushed. “I don’t care what kind of alpha you are,” he said, his voice steady. “Like I’ve said, I like challenges.”
For a moment, Taehyung was silent, merely studying him.
Then, to Jeongguk’s surprise, Taehyung threw his head back and laughed .
The sound was deep, resonant, like velvet laced with amusement. It sent an unexplainable thrill down Jeongguk’s spine, making the hair on his arms stand on end.
When Taehyung finally stopped laughing, he exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that,” he mused, his lips still curled into a smirk. “And reckless.”
Jeongguk grinned. “And?”
Taehyung regarded him for a long moment, his sharp gaze gleaming with something unreadable. Then, finally, he shrugged.
“Alright,” he said, his voice dripping with challenge. “I’ll play along.But let me make something very clear. If you’re going to play this little game with me, you should know the stakes.”
Jeongguk tilted his head, “What stakes?”
“If I make you submit and I will. Then you’ll belong to me,” Taehyung said. “Completely. That means I can do whatever I want with you in bed, and you’ll have no choice but to obey.”
Jeongguk’s pride flared at the challenge. “And what if I win?”
Taehyung’s lips curled into a slow, almost predatory smirk. “If you win, you’ll get what you want. But trust me, Jeongguk, you won’t win.”
Jeongguk’s competitive spirit roared to life. He leaned forward, his eyes blazing with determination. “I’ve never lost in bed before, and I’m not planning on losing now. Let’s do this.”
Taehyung’s smirk widened, and he stood from his seat, tossing back the last of his drink before setting the glass down. “Very well,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Let’s see if you can back up that big talk.”
Without another word, they left the club, the tension between them simmering with anticipation. The ride back to Jeongguk’s apartment was silent, but the air was thick with unspoken challenges and charged energy.
Jeongguk was confident, too confident. He didn’t know exactly what he was getting into, but he was determined to prove himself. This was his game, and he wasn’t going to lose.
As they stepped into his apartment, however, and Taehyung closed the door behind them with a calm but final click, Jeongguk felt the first flicker of doubt. Taehyung’s gaze was sharp, his movements deliberate, and the air seemed to hum with his presence.
“Are you ready, Jeongguk?” Taehyung asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine.
Jeongguk swallowed hard but forced a smirk. “I was born ready.”
Taehyung chuckled darkly. “Good. Just in case you change your mind at any point, say the word 'red' and I'll stop. Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”
As soon as Taehyung uttered those words, the tension that had been building between him and Jeongguk exploded. Their lips met in a messy, heated kiss, teeth clashing as both alphas fought for dominance. Jeongguk pushed Taehyung backward until his back hit the wall with a dull thud. He pressed forward, pinning Taehyung’s hands above his head, their bodies flush against each other.
The younger alpha’s tongue boldly swept into Taehyung’s mouth, tasting him deeply, the faint flavor of whiskey and something uniquely Taehyung sending a rush of heat through Jeongguk’s body. He sucked Taehyung’s lower lip into his mouth, biting down just hard enough to leave an impression before pulling back with a smug grin. “You’re not as tough as you act,” Jeongguk taunted, his voice low and rough.
Taehyung’s response was a quiet chuckle, calm and unshaken despite Jeongguk’s best efforts. “Is that what you think?” His gaze went to where Jeongguk’s hands restrained his wrists. “Cute.”
Before Jeongguk could reply, Taehyung shifted, his strength suddenly surging as he twisted free of Jeongguk’s grip. In a blur, Taehyung reversed their positions, slamming Jeongguk against the door with such force that the younger alpha let out a startled growl. Taehyung’s hands locked Jeongguk’s wrists against the wall, his slightly taller frame towering over him as their faces hovered inches apart.
But Jeongguk wasn’t going down that easily. His eyes gleamed a dangerous crimson, the growl in his throat deepening as he fought back. He yanked his hands free and shoved Taehyung’s chest, breaking the hold and spinning them around again. “Not happening,” Jeongguk growled, his muscles taut with tension.
Their mouths collided again, tongues battling for dominance in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Jeongguk’s hands tangled in Taehyung’s hair, pulling harshly to tilt his head back as he licked into his mouth, desperate to gain the upper hand. Saliva dripped down the corners of their mouths, their heavy breaths mingling as they kissed like it was a battle neither of them could afford to lose.
But Taehyung wasn’t faltering. He pushed forward, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s waist and spinning him around once more. Their bodies collided against the nearby table, sending papers and books tumbling to the floor. Jeongguk snarled, shoving Taehyung backward with every ounce of strength he had.
“You’re strong,” Taehyung admitted, his voice smooth yet laced with a sharp edge. His eyes were glowing crimson now, the red of his irises intensifying as he released a low, guttural growl. “But not strong enough.”
Jeongguk lunged forward, determined to overpower Taehyung, but the older alpha was faster. In one swift motion, Taehyung dodged Jeongguk’s advance, grabbed him by the waist, and hoisted him off his feet. Jeongguk yelped, struggling fiercely in Taehyung’s grip, his muscles straining as he tried to break free.
“Let me go, you bastard!” Jeongguk snapped, his voice venomous as his legs kicked out.
“Not until you learn your place,” Taehyung replied, his tone infuriatingly calm as he carried Jeongguk to the bedroom.
Jeongguk clawed at Taehyung’s back, his frustration mounting as the older alpha remained unyielding. He managed wiggle out of his grip and plant his feet on the ground and twist out of Taehyung’s hold, shoving him backward with a fierce snarl. “I’m not some weak alpha you can carry around!”
Taehyung didn’t answer with words. Instead, he surged forward, grabbing Jeongguk by the shoulders and spinning him around so his back slammed against the nearest wall. The force rattled the furniture, and Jeongguk let out a sharp growl, baring his teeth in defiance as Taehyung pressed their bodies flush together.
“Not weak?” Taehyung drawled, his voice low and taunting as he leaned in, their noses almost brushing. “Are you sure about that, doll?”
Jeongguk thrashed against him, his red eyes blazing as he tried to shove Taehyung off, but the older alpha’s grip was ironclad. He wasn’t used to this. No one, absolutely no one had ever manhandled him like this before. It set his blood boiling and his pride screaming for him to fight harder.
Taehyung’s hands braced on Jeongguk’s shoulders as his lips crashed down against the younger alpha’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle once again. Jeongguk growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing a deep crimson as he bit down on Taehyung’s lower lip in defiance, tasting blood mixed with the sharp tang of desire.
“You’re feisty,” Taehyung murmured against Jeongguk’s lips, his voice low and velvety, as if he were genuinely amused. He licked the corner of his mouth, deliberately slow, as if to taunt Jeongguk further. “I like that.”
Jeongguk snarled, shoving Taehyung back with enough force to make him stumble a step. “Don’t get cocky,” he snapped, his own red eyes glowing with determination. He surged forward, grabbing Taehyung by the shirt and slamming him into the opposite wall with a forceful thud.
Their mouths collided again, this time with Jeongguk taking the lead. Jeongguk poured every ounce of his dominance into the kiss, his teeth tugging at Taehyung’s lips, his tongue claiming the space between them with fervor.
Taehyung let him, for a moment.
With a sudden, almost effortless twist of his body, Taehyung freed his wrists and grabbed Jeongguk by the waist, flipping their positions again. He pressed Jeongguk firmly against the wall, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s jaw to hold him in place as he kissed him back with equal intensity.
The sloppiness of it only added to the raw, primal energy between them, both of them fighting for control with every breath.
Jeongguk growled again, his chest heaving as he tried to shove Taehyung off him. His muscles strained as he broke one of his arms free, gripping the back of Taehyung’s neck in a bruising hold to yank him closer.
“You’re not winning this,” Jeongguk spat, his voice rough with exertion.
Taehyung chuckled, his lips brushing against Jeongguk’s as he whispered, “We’ll see, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk snarled in frustration and used his knee, aiming for Taehyung’s side to throw him off balance. But Taehyung caught his leg mid-movement, gripping it tightly as he forced Jeongguk’s body back against the wall. The impact made Jeongguk grunt, his growl fading into a sharp breath as Taehyung’s teeth scraped along his neck, dangerously close to where a mating bite would land.
That was the moment Jeongguk realized just how strong Taehyung truly was.
Even then, he refused to submit. He surged forward with another burst of strength, pushing Taehyung toward the bed this time. They tumbled onto the mattress, Jeongguk on top for a brief moment before Taehyung’s leg hooked around his waist and flipped them over.
“Damn it,” Jeongguk hissed, his eyes blazing red as he thrashed beneath Taehyung, his alpha instincts roaring against the idea of being held down.
Taehyung leaned close, his breath warm against Jeongguk’s ear as he spoke in a low growl,
“Stay still, Jeongguk. You’re only making this harder for yourself.”
“Never,” Jeongguk spat, his chest heaving as he tried to break free.
But Taehyung’s strength was overwhelming. With one hand, he held both of Jeongguk’s wrists above his head, his other hand working deftly to unbuckle his belt. Jeongguk’s struggles didn’t stop, but they slowed when he felt the leather slide against his skin. His eyes widened slightly, but before he could react, Taehyung had already looped the belt around his wrists, binding them securely.
“Are you serious right now?” Jeongguk growled, his voice laced with both anger and a hint of disbelief.
Taehyung smirked, leaning down so their faces were inches apart. “I warned you about playing games with me. Are you upset now that you’re not the one winning the game?” he murmured, his lips brushing against Jeongguk’s as he spoke.
Jeongguk opened his mouth to retort, but the words were swallowed by Taehyung’s kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, as if Taehyung were savoring the taste of victory. His tongue slid against Jeongguk, teasing and exploring, leaving no room for Jeongguk to take the lead.
Jeongguk’s body burned with humiliation and something else he couldn’t quite name. His pride screamed at him to fight back, but his instincts, the ones that recognized Taehyung as stronger, as someone who could truly challenge him, kept him rooted in place.
Taehyung pulled back slightly, his lips shiny and swollen from their kiss. He smirked down at Jeongguk, his free hand tracing the younger alpha’s jawline. “You’re a lot of work, you know that?”
Jeongguk glared up at him, his chest heaving. “Get off me,” he said, though his voice lacked the same bite as before.
Taehyung chuckled softly, leaning down to press another kiss to Jeongguk’s lips. “Not until you admit you can’t beat me.”
“In your dreams,” Jeongguk growled, but even as he said it, he couldn’t ignore the way his body betrayed him, heat pooling in his stomach as Taehyung’s scent surrounded him.
Taehyung hovered over Jeongguk, his hands planted firmly on either side of the younger alpha’s head as he stared down at him with that maddening smirk. Jeongguk’s chest heaved, his breaths coming out ragged from the struggle, yet his eyes burned with fiery defiance.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Jeongguk spat, jerking his wrists against the belt that bound them.
“Like what?” Taehyung’s voice was a low, teasing drawl as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Jeongguk’s flushed skin. “Like I want to ruin you?”
Jeongguk’s jaw clenched, his body tense and trembling beneath the weight of Taehyung’s presence. But Taehyung didn’t give him the chance to snap back. Instead, he dipped his head, his lips brushing against Jeongguk’s cheek. The contact was light at first, almost feather-like, but then Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss there, then another, and another.
“What are you—” Jeongguk started, only to gasp when Taehyung’s lips found the corner of his mouth.
“Shhh,” Taehyung murmured, trailing kisses along Jeongguk’s jawline, his mouth warm and soft as it moved with a languid sensuality. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitched, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. Taehyung’s lips continued their journey, brushing over his temple, his forehead, the curve of his nose, as though he were mapping every inch of Jeongguk’s face.
“You’ve annoyed me to no end,” Taehyung whispered against his skin, his voice low and filled with a dark amusement. “Strutting around like you own the place, challenging me at every turn. I’ve had to hold back so many times from bending you over and putting you in your place right then and there.”
Jeongguk felt a strange flutter in his stomach at Taehyung’s words. His face burned as Taehyung’s lips brushed over his eyelids, his touch almost reverent, and yet it left him feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way he hated to admit.
“Get off me,” Jeongguk hissed, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
But Taehyung didn’t listen. Instead, he pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Jeongguk’s glare, his own gaze dark and gleaming with a desire. “Not until I’ve had my fill of you,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk.
Before Jeongguk could retort, Taehyung reached for his phone, his smirk widening as he snapped a photo of the younger alpha, bound and flushed beneath him.
“You! What the fuck are you doing?” Jeongguk growled, his body jerking as he tried to twist away.
Taehyung’s eyes glinted with amusement as he set the phone aside. “Just preserving the moment,” he said nonchalantly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Delete it,” Jeongguk snapped, his voice venomous as his body strained against the restraints.
Taehyung didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned in again, his crimson eyes glowing as he commanded in his alpha voice, “Stay still.”
Jeongguk froze, his body stiffening as though an invisible force had seized control. It was infuriating. No alpha voice had ever worked on him before, and yet Taehyung’s words seemed to wrap around him like chains, leaving him powerless to resist.
“There’s a good boy,” Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he began to unbutton Jeongguk's shirt. Slowly, he peeled the fabric off his body, letting it fall to the floor as he revealed his toned chest. His gaze never left Jeongguk’s as he leaned down, brushing his lips against the younger alpha’s collarbone before trailing lower.
Jeongguk gasped when Taehyung’s mouth found his nipple, the sudden heat of his tongue sending a jolt through his body. Taehyung took his time, his lips closing around the sensitive peak as he began to suck gently, then harder.
Jeongguk’s head fell back against the mattress, a string of curses leaving his lips as Taehyung’s free hand came up to tease the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“Fuckkk! Stop that!” Jeongguk bit out, his voice shaky. But Taehyung only chuckled, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before biting down lightly, sending a jolt through Jeongguk’s body.
“Stop? But you’re enjoying this,” Taehyung said, his smirk widening as he glanced up to see Jeongguk’s flushed face, his lips parted as he struggled to keep his composure. “Nobody’s ever touched you like this, have they? You’re so sensitive. I could do this all night.”
“Like hell you will—ah!” Jeongguk’s protest turned into a broken gasp as Taehyung’s fingers pinched his nipple, his mouth returning to lavish the other with attention. Taehyung’s hot tongue left wet trails over Jeongguk’s skin, the sensation of saliva cooling against his flushed chest only heightening the torment.
“You look so strong, all those tattoos making you seem untouchable,” Taehyung continued, his free hand tracing the inked lines on Jeongguk’s arm. “But here you are, tied up and completely at my mercy.”
“Shut up!”
“You can keep cursing all you want,” Taehyung murmured, his breath warm against Jeongguk’s skin. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a mess under me.” His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, and Jeongguk’s back arched involuntarily, a gasp escaping him despite himself.
Jeongguk wanted to fight back, to throw Taehyung off and wipe that smug look off his face. But his body refused to cooperate, every nerve ending alight with sensation as Taehyung’s mouth and hands continued their torturous exploration. And as much as he hated to admit it, a part of him didn’t want Taehyung to stop.
The alpha didn’t stop, savoring every reaction he pulled from Jeongguk. His free hand trailed lower, resting just above Jeongguk’s waistband as he continued his ministrations.
It went on for a while with Taehyung having fun playing with his nipples. Jeongguk’s mind was a whirlwind of frustration and humiliation. He hated how easily his body responded to Taehyung’s touch, how the older alpha’s words and actions left him trembling, breathless, and craving more despite the defiance he tried so hard to hold onto.
Taehyung leaned back, his eyes scanning Jeongguk’s restrained form with an air of predatory calm. Jeongguk glared at him, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to regain his composure. But Taehyung was far from done.
“Now,” Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as he reached for Jeongguk’s waistband, “let’s get you a little more comfortable.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widened in alarm, his body jerking as Taehyung began to tug at his pants. “Don’t you fucking dare! Stop it!” he growled, twisting in a futile attempt to escape.
Taehyung merely chuckled, his movements deliberate as he stripped Jeongguk of every last piece of clothing, leaving the younger alpha completely bare beneath him. Jeongguk immediately tried to turn away, his knees drawing up to shield himself as he shifted onto his side.
But Taehyung wasn’t having it. His hands gripped Jeongguk’s hips firmly, forcing him onto his back once more. “None of that,” Taehyung said, his tone firm but laced with amusement. “I want to see all of you.”
Jeongguk’s face burned, a mixture of rage and embarrassment bubbling up inside him as he struggled against the restraints. “You’re a fucking psycho!” he spat, his voice shaking as Taehyung stepped away briefly, moving toward the bag he had brought with him.
“You wounded me, Jeongguk,” Taehyung drawled, unzipping the bag with infuriating leisure. “Psycho is such a harsh word. I just want the best for you.”
Jeongguk strained his neck to see what Taehyung was doing, his eyes narrowing when the older alpha pulled out a sleek black box. He watched warily as Taehyung opened it, revealing a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Jeongguk’s eyes widened in alarm as Taehyung turned back toward him, the syringe held delicately between his fingers like it was some sort of trophy.
“What the hell is that?” Jeongguk snapped, his voice sharp with suspicion. “Are you trying to kill me now? You really are a psycho!”
Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he crouched down beside Jeongguk, the syringe gleaming under the dim light. “Relax, Jeongguk,” he said smoothly, his voice laced with mock reassurance. “It’s harmless. Just a little something to enhance the experience.”
Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, his body tense as he tried to edge away. “Enhance what? What the fuck are you even talking about?”
Taehyung’s smirk widened, his gaze dropping to Jeongguk’s flushed, bare body. “It’s a self-lubricating serum,” he explained, his tone casual as though he were discussing the weather. “Alphas who bottom use it. Helps things along.”
Jeongguk’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his ears burning at the implication. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his voice laced with both embarrassment and anger.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning wicked. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never used it before.”
“I use lube for the alphas I sleep with, you asshole!” Jeongguk shot back, glaring at him.
Taehyung let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Lube? How quaint. You really are an amateur, aren’t you?”
The words stung more than Jeongguk wanted to admit, and his jaw tightened as he fought the urge to retaliate. But before he could snap back, he felt a sharp prick on his thigh, his eyes widening in shock as he realized Taehyung had already injected the serum.
“What the fuck?!” Jeongguk yelled, his body jerking instinctively as a strange warmth began to spread through him.
Taehyung discarded the syringe, his gaze fixed intently on Jeongguk’s face as he observed the younger alpha’s reaction. “Relax,” he said. “It’ll kick in any second now.”
Jeongguk opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as a sudden, overwhelming heat coursed through his veins. His breath hitched, his body trembling as an unfamiliar sensation pooled low in his stomach. And then it happened. Something wet and slick, pooling between his thighs, dripping from his ass like he was an omega in heat.
The realization hit him hard, his face burning with both humiliation and disbelief. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouted, his voice cracking as he thrashed against the restraints.
Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing against Jeongguk’s ear as he whispered, “I told you, if I win I get to do what I want.”
Without giving Jeongguk a chance to recover, Taehyung’s mouth descended on his chest once more, his lips latching onto one of Jeongguk’s already sensitive nipples. The sensation was almost unbearable, a sharp gasp escaping Jeongguk’s lips as Taehyung sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub.
Before, Jeongguk could pretend he wasn’t enjoying it, and could mask his reactions with curses and glares. But now, every time Taehyung’s mouth worked his sensitive flesh, every time his teeth grazed or his tongue swirled, slick gushed out of Jeongguk’s body, betraying him in the most humiliating way possible.
Taehyung noticed immediately, his lips curling into a smug smirk against Jeongguk’s skin. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low purr as he moved to the other nipple, his free hand teasing the one he’d just abandoned. “Every time I touch you, your body gives you away.”
“Fuck off,” Jeongguk spat weakly, his voice trembling as his body arched involuntarily beneath Taehyung’s ministrations.
Taehyung chuckled darkly, his teeth scraping over Jeongguk’s nipple just enough to make him gasp again. “Big, strong Jeongguk,” he mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Acting all tough and here you are, falling apart under me.”
Jeongguk’s face burned, his entire body trembling with a mixture of anger and undeniable arousal. He wanted to fight back, to wipe that smug look off Taehyung’s face, but his body refused to cooperate, every nerve ending alive and responsive to the older alpha’s touch.
“Don’t worry, Jeongguk,” Taehyung murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement as he dragged his tongue over the younger alpha’s chest. “I’m just getting started.”
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Taehyung took his time, savoring every second of Jeongguk's surrender. He didn't need to use his alpha voice anymore; Jeongguk was already melting under his touch, his protests now merely whispers against the overwhelming tide of his own desire. Despite the verbal resistance, Jeongguk's body was telling a different story, arching into Taehyung's hands, seeking more of the pleasure that was both torment and ecstasy.
Taehyung's fingers, slick with lube, traced down Jeongguk's spine, sending shivers through him, before reaching the sensitive area between his cheeks. Jeongguk tensed, his breath hitching as Taehyung's finger circled his entrance. Jeongguk held his breath, his alpha instincts war with his body's craving, his muscles clenching in both anticipation and defiance.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Taehyung breached him, the single finger sliding inside with a slick ease that made Jeongguk's eyes flutter shut, a moan escaping his lips despite his efforts to remain silent. Taehyung moved his finger in and out, each thrust calculated to drive Jeongguk closer to the edge of madness. The younger bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds, but Taehyung's relentless pace was too much.
"Shh, let it out, Gguk," Taehyung coaxed, his voice a sultry whisper, his other hand roaming over Jeongguk's torso, teasing his nipples into hard peaks.
Then Taehyung added another finger, stretching him, making Jeongguk mewl, the sound high and needy, like a kitten in heat.
"Slow down, Taehyung," Jeongguk managed to gasp out, his voice thick with arousal, but Taehyung only grinned, his fingers moving faster, his other hand now gripping Jeongguk's cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.
The room was filled with the sounds of their combined breathing, the slick noise of Taehyung's fingers working inside Jeongguk, and the wet, messy sounds of Jeongguk's slick gushing out, coating Taehyung's hand, making everything slippery and hot. Taehyung leaned down, his lips near Jeongguk's ear, whispering filthy promises, describing in vivid detail what he planned to do next, how he would make Jeongguk come undone.
Jeongguk was an utter mess, his mind clouded with lust and his body was a playground for Taehyung to play to his heart’s desire. As the alpha added a third finger, the pleasure was bordering on pain, but it was exactly what Jeongguk needed, his body singing with the forbidden thrill of being taken like this.
Just as Jeongguk felt himself teetering on the edge of climax, Taehyung pulled his fingers out, leaving him to whine in frustration, his body aching for release.
Taehyung chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Jeongguk's ear. "Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice a mix of teasing and command. "Good things come to those who wait."
Jeongguk felt like crying. The denial of his climax left him both frustrated and strangely exhilarated. His body was craving more of Taehyung's touch despite his alpha instincts screaming for control.
Taehyung's fingers traced circles around Jeongguk's sensitive entrance without penetrating again, edging him which drove Jeongguk absolutely mad.
"Look at you," Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "so eager to have my fingers inside you. I'll let you have it if you beg nicely."
Taehyung taunted as he watched him intently, his own arousal evident but controlled, as he enjoyed the sight of Jeongguk breaking underneath him.
"Please," Jeongguk finally gasped out after what felt like hours, the word slipping past his defenses, his pride crumbling under the onslaught of need.
Taehyung smiled, his fingers finally pushing back in, this time with a deliberate, slow pace that drove Jeongguk to the brink once more. "Good doll, let me hear you," Taehyung encouraged, his voice low and coaxing.
Jeongguk's moans filled the room, no longer able to hold back, his body arching against the restraints. Taehyung's fingers moved with precision, each thrust calculated to increase Jeongguk's pleasure, his other hand stroking Jeongguk's neglected length to match the rhythm.
Just as Jeongguk felt the climax building again, Taehyung paused, his fingers buried deep inside, "Do you want to come, Gguk?" Taehyung asked, his voice a soft taunt.
"Yes, please, Taehyung, please," Jeongguk begged, his pride long forgotten, replaced by the need to cum.
Taehyung resumed his movements, this time not stopping until Jeongguk's body tensed, his orgasm hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. His cries echoed as waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him breathless and spent.
Taehyung watched with a satisfied smirk, his fingers gently withdrawing to stroke Jeongguk's trembling form. "You did so well, little alpha," he praised, his voice now gentle, soothing the aftermath of such intense play.
Jeongguk lay there, his chest heaving, his mind reeling from the intensity of his release and the unexpected vulnerability he had shown. But this wasn’t the end yet.
Taehyung's fingers deftly unzipped his pants, the metallic sound slicing through the thick tension in the air. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, the sight of it against the fabric of his still clothed body adding a lot more sexiness to the scene. He didn't bother with the rest of his clothes and somehow Jeongguk was turned on by it.
The younger alpha lay before him, entirely bared, his body marked with Taehyung's kisses. The alpha's gaze roamed over his milky skin, his breath hitching at the sight. He moved with a predatory grace, parting Jeongguk's legs with a gentle but firm touch, positioning himself between those muscular thighs.
Without a word, Taehyung aligned himself and thrust forward, entering Jeongguk in one swift, unyielding motion. A startled cry tore from Jeongguk's throat, the sound echoing off the walls, his body tensing in shock. The intrusion was foreign, igniting every alpha instinct within him to resist and fight. He squirmed, his body instinctively trying to pull away, but Taehyung's grip was unyielding. With a firm yank, he pulled Jeongguk back, driving deep into him once more.
"Don't run away from me," Taehyung growled, his voice a low rumble of command.
Jeongguk's protests were weak, his body gradually betraying him as more slick gushed out of his ass began to ease Taehyung's thrusts, turning the invasion into something less of an assault and more of a pleasure. Involuntary moans escaped his lips as Taehyung's rhythm found a pace that had Jeongguk's back arching off the bed.
Taehyung smirked, satisfaction curling his lips as he watched Jeongguk's resistance crumble. "Do you submit to me?" he asked, his voice thick with lust and authority.
"No," Jeongguk gasped out, stubborn even while he was drowning in pleasure.
Immediately, Taehyung ceased his movements, pulling out completely, leaving Jeongguk empty and aching. A desperate whine escaped Jeongguk, his body craving the fullness.
Taehyung asked seductively near his ear again, "Do you submit to me, Jeongguk?"
The room was silent for a while. Nothing could be heard except for their heavy breathing. Then, with a needy whimper, Jeongguk bared his neck in submission, his voice a raw plea, "I submit to you, alpha. Just fuck me already."
A triumphant grin spread across Taehyung's face as he slid back into Jeongguk's welcoming heat. His thrusts were harsh now, each one designed to claim and mark him as his. Jeongguk's cries filled the room, a symphony of surrender and pure pleasure, as Taehyung took him over the edge, into a realm where nothing existed but the two of them.
Taehyung's belt was a tight restraint around Jeongguk's wrists, the leather biting into his skin as he was forced to keep his hands above his head. His body was stretched out, legs opening wide to accommodate the alpha. Taehyung pulled back for a moment in the middle of fucking making Jeongguk whined again. The alpha admired the sight in front of him, Jeongguk shaking and begging for his cock, but he wanted to wreck Jeongguk even further, turned him into a complete mess.
"You look so fucking perfect like this, Jeongguk. All tied up and ready for me," Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with dark promise. He positioned himself again between Jeongguk's spread legs, his eyes locked onto the alpha's flushed face.
With a rough grip on Jeongguk's hips, Taehyung entered him again, this time with even less restraint. The force of his thrust made Jeongguk's body jolt, a strangled moan escaping his lips.
"Feel that, Jeongguk? Feel how your body opens up for me, how you're taking my cock like you were made for it?" Taehyung taunted. "You're mine now. Every part of you."
Jeongguk said nothing but whimpered, his back arched involuntarily, trying to accommodate Taehyung's relentless pace. Tears began to stream down his cheeks, not from sorrow but from the sheer intensity of being claimed so thoroughly.
"Look at you, crying for me. You love this, don't you? Being fucked into submission by an alpha." Taehyung growled, his pace increasing as he watched Jeongguk's tears, each one fueling his desire to dominate further.
Jeongguk could barely speak, his voice breaking as he tried to articulate the storm inside him.
"Taehyung..ahh..please...slow down," he managed to gasp out, his body betraying his words by pushing back against Taehyung, meeting each thrust.
Taehyung's hand found Jeongguk's cock, hard and leaking, and he stroked it roughly, in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Jeongguk. Show me how much you’re enjoying this," he commanded.
The dual assault was so much for Jeongguk that his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His body convulsing, his cum painting his stomach as he screamed Taehyung's name. The alpha didn't stop even as Jeongguk's body clenched around him through his climax.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember anyone else's name but mine," Taehyung promised, his own climax building. He leaned down, capturing Jeongguk's lips in a bruising kiss, tasting the salt of his tears, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
With a final, deep thrust, Taehyung came inside Jeongguk, his growl of satisfaction mingling with Jeongguk's overwhelmed cries. They stayed like that, Taehyung's weight pinning Jeongguk down, their breaths ragged, the room filled with the scent of sex.
"You did so well, my little alpha." Taehyung whispered into his ear, his voice soft but there was a hint of mockery in it. Jeongguk didn’t say anything, his mind too clouded with the orgasm he just had. Taehyung lifted himself up for a bit and reached forward as he slowly untied Jeongguk's wrists, leaving marks that would remind him of this moment for days to come.
Just when Jeongguk thought they were done, Taehyung flipped him with a sudden, dominant move, positioning him to straddle his lap. His hands gripped Jeongguk's waist, lifting him effortlessly before guiding him back down onto his still hard cock. Jeongguk's breath caught in his throat, a gasp tearing from him as Taehyung's length speared him even deeper than before.
Taehyung chuckled seeing Jeongguk’s reaction. “Did you think it was over? The night’s still young, sweetheart and there are so many things I want to do to you.”
Jeongguk tried to move but it was no use as Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist, trapping him.
“You’ve already fucked me, haven’t you? What more do you want?” Jeongguk retorted, his resistance already faltering as Taehyung’s hand softly caressed against his thigh.
“I won, remember? I can do whatever I want with you however long I want. Now, ride my cock, Jeongguk," Taehyung commanded. "Show me what a good pup you are."
Jeongguk hesitated, unsure of the movements, his body still reeling from their previous activity. But then a sharp slap landed on his ass, warning him to do as told. Placing his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders as an anchor, Jeongguk began to move, his hips finding a tentative rhythm.
Taehyung leaned back against the headboard, his hands clasped behind his head, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched Jeongguk struggle and adapt. "That's it. Now moan for me, Jeongguk. I want to hear you scream my name."
Jeongguk bit his lip, trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. Another spank on his ass, followed by Taehyung's mouth latching onto one of his nipples, biting down, made him whimper. "Ah, Taehyung... please..."
"That's it, louder," Taehyung urged, his voice dark and compelling.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of Jeongguk's slick ass slapping against Taehyung's thighs, each descent punctuated by a wet, squelching noise.
"Taehyung.. oh my god, Taehyung!" Jeongguk's voice broke into moans, his mind slipping into a haze of submission, his body moving on its own accord, driven by the pleasure coursing through him.
Taehyung's mouth worked at Jeongguk's nipples, sucking and biting, making Jeongguk's hands tangle into his hair, pushing him closer, urging him on. "Yes, fuck, Taehyung... more... more!"
As Jeongguk felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within him, Taehyung took control again. With a firm grip on Jeongguk's hips, he began thrusting upwards, his movements forceful, making Jeongguk bounce on his cock like a rag doll. "Take it, pup. Take all of me."
Jeongguk kept riding Taehyung's dick like his life depended on it. Just as his movements were becoming more desperate, Taehyung reached over to the bedside table with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He grabbed his phone and started recording the scene.
"Look at this, pup," he said, pointing the camera at Jeongguk's fucked out face, his eyes glazed over with lust.
"Who's your alpha?" Taehyung demanded, his voice thick with dominance as he continued to film.
"You are, Taehyung," Jeongguk gasped out, his voice hoarse from moaning, his body moving rhythmically on Taehyung's cock, slick sounds filling the room with every bounce.
"Do you like being fucked by me?" Taehyung's grin was wicked, the camera capturing every detail of Jeongguk's flushed skin and the way his cock bobbed with each movement.
"Yes, fuck, yes!" Jeongguk's words were punctuated by the wet slap of flesh against flesh, his face contorted in pleasure.
"Now, moan for me, baby. Show me how much of a good boy you are." Taehyung ordered, his free hand reaching up to tweak Jeongguk's nipple, eliciting a loud moan from him.
Jeongguk didn't need further encouragement, his voice rose in volume, the sounds escaping him raw and uninhibited. "Ah, Taehyung, fuck me, alpha...harder..."
His face was a work of art, sweat dripping down his forehead, his eyes half-lidded, lost in the haze of being thoroughly fucked.
Taehyung laughed, the sound dark and pleased. "That's it, pup. Keep going, show everyone how much you love having my cock inside you."
The alpha made sure to capture it all. Jeongguk's desperate moans, the lewd squelching of his slick hole, the sight of his body bouncing on Taehyung's lap, his own cock hard and leaking. Taehyung made sure to zoom in on Jeongguk's face, capturing the moment his expressions shifted from pleasure to an almost pained look of need, his voice breaking as he continued to moan Taehyung's name like a mantra.
When Taehyung noticed Jeongguk was about to come for the second time, he stopped recording and put away his phone. With a firm grip on Jeongguk's hips, he began thrusting upwards, his movements forceful, making Jeongguk bounce on his cock.
The intensity was too much, and Jeongguk's second orgasm hit him hard, his body spasming as Taehyung's hot seed flooded into him. But Taehyung wasn't finished. With a swift move, he maneuvered Jeongguk onto his hands and knees, his cock still inside, ready for another round.
They went at it again, Taehyung's relentless pace driving them both into a frenzy. By the time they were done, Jeongguk's stomach had a slight bulge, bloated from the sheer volume of cum Taehyung had pumped into him.
Exhausted, Jeongguk collapsed onto the bed, his body wet with sweat and cum, his mind floating in a sea of satisfaction and submission. Taehyung lay beside him, pulling him close, his hand caressing the swollen part of Jeongguk's abdomen.
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet hum of their breathing. The air was thick with heat and the lingering scent of sweat.
Jeongguk lay on his side, chest rising and falling rapidly, skin flushed, slick, and marked with Taehyung's kisses. He felt stretched, physically and emotionally. His entire body was still trembling from the intensity of what they’d just done.
Taehyung was curled beside him, one strong arm draped possessively over his waist, lips brushing lazily against his shoulder in the softest of touches. There was a silence between them, but not awkward. And still, Jeongguk couldn’t meet his eyes. Because now that it was over, the reality of it hit harder than he expected.
He had submitted. Fully, completely and willingly.
His pride that he had so carefully protected and deeply rooted in who he was as an alpha was cracked open by Taehyung.
He still couldn’t believe he surrendered to the alpha. Taehyung must have sensed his worry as the alpha pressed a soft kiss against his temple.
“Don’t think about anything. For now, just sleep. We can talk in the morning.”
He said and released a calming pheromone and strangely enough, it calmed his nerves. No other alpha’s pheromones have worked like that on Jeongguk and he didn’t want to think further about what that could mean so he listened to Taehyung and tried to sleep.
It wasn’t difficult to fall asleep as he was already exhausted from their previous activities and Taehyung’s sweet pheromones also lured him to dreamland.
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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Jeongguk stirred, groaning slightly as he blinked awake, only to find himself enveloped in warmth. His heart skipped a beat when he realized arms were securely wrapped around his waist, holding him close.
He froze, his gaze darting down to see Taehyung’s hand resting lightly on his stomach. For the first time in his life, Jeongguk was the little spoon in someone else’s arms. A blush crept up his neck as the events of last night came rushing back. The way he’d submitted to Taehyung, how he’d let himself fall apart under him.
Panic swelled in his chest as Jeongguk sat up abruptly, his breathing growing erratic. His heart thundered in his ears as he muttered, “What have I done? What was I thinking? My reputation is ruined. I’m so stupid!”
Taehyung stirred at the sudden movement, his brow furrowing as he woke to the sound of Jeongguk’s panicked breaths. Sitting up behind him, he quickly pulled Jeongguk into his arms, gently shushing him. “Hey, hey, calm down,” he said softly, rubbing soothing circles on Jeongguk’s back.
But Jeongguk couldn’t stop. “Everyone’s going to know! They’ll all think I’m weak. How could I let this happen?”
Taehyung cupped Jeongguk’s face, forcing him to meet his calm gaze. “No one’s going to know. Breathe, Jeongguk. You’re fine.” His voice was steady, reassuring, and after a few moments, Jeongguk’s breathing began to slow.
When Jeongguk finally stopped trembling, Taehyung leaned back slightly, still keeping a grounding hand on his shoulder. “Look,” Taehyung began, “last night stays between us. No one has to know anything. We’ll just say we drank too much, passed out, and that’s it.”
Jeongguk’s wide eyes searched Taehyung’s face for any sign of deceit but found none. “You’d really keep it a secret?”
Taehyung smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Of course. On one condition.”
Jeongguk tensed. “What condition?”
“Stop provoking me in front of your friends,” Taehyung said, his tone light but firm.
“I can pretend like this never happened between us if you stop bothering me in public. If not, then I don't mind sharing how beautiful you under me.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the upper hand.
Jeongguk scowled, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you better not breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“I won’t,” Taehyung promised. His smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Now, let’s get some breakfast for you. You look like you need it.”
Still flustered, Jeongguk allowed himself to be led into the kitchen, where Taehyung prepared a simple but hearty meal. The care Taehyung showed in making sure Jeongguk ate and felt steady again surprised him. For someone who had just claimed victory, Taehyung didn’t gloat the way Jeongguk expected.
After finishing breakfast, Jeongguk hesitated at the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. “Thanks,” he muttered, barely audible.
Taehyung’s grin was teasing but warm. “Anytime, Jeongguk. Just don’t provoke me at uni anymore or you’ll know how it ends.” Taehyung warned playfully as he winked at him.
Jeongguk glared half heartedly before turning on his heel and leaving. But as he walked away, he couldn’t shake the memory of the alpha's touch or the way it had made him feel.
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The atmosphere in the lecture hall was as ordinary as ever, with students bustling to settle down and the sound of idle chatter filling the air. But Jeongguk wasn’t feeling like his usual self. Ever since that night with Taehyung, he hadn’t been able to shake the memories or the shame. Taehyung had kept his word, acting as though nothing had happened between them. He was as reserved and unbothered as ever, keeping to himself and not sparing Jeongguk so much as a glance.
But Jeongguk wasn’t that disciplined. When his friends inevitably asked him about his progress with the mysterious transfer student, their teasing tone pushed him into a corner.
“Did you finally break that Taehyung guy?” one of them asked, leaning closer with a smirk.
Jeongguk froze, his mind racing. If he told the truth that he had not only failed to dominate Taehyung but had ended up submitting to him, he knew he’d never hear the end of it. His friends would mock him endlessly. His reputation as the alpha who could conquer anyone would be in shambles.
He stayed silent for a moment too long, and another friend snickered. “What? Don’t tell me you couldn’t handle him? Jeon Jeongguk, the so called alpha king, finally met his match?”
The mockery ignited a spark of panic in Jeongguk. Before he could stop himself, the lie slipped out.
“Of course I handled him,” Jeongguk said, forcing a smirk. “We’ve already slept together, and obviously, I won.”
His friends erupted into laughter and wolf whistles, congratulating him as if he’d won some kind of prize. Jeongguk tried to play it cool, leaning back in his chair as if he were completely unfazed, but his nerves were on edge.
That’s when Taehyung walked into the room.
The moment the new alpha entered, the air seemed to shift. Taehyung carried himself with an air of quiet authority, his piercing gaze sweeping the room without effort, as though he didn’t even notice or care that all eyes were on him.
Jeongguk’s heart sank when one of his friends whistled loudly, followed by another calling out, “Hey, Kim Taehyung! How’s it feel to be dominated?” Jeongguk’s blood ran cold, and he turned to glare at his friends. “Shut up!” he hissed under his breath, his panic mounting.
But it was too late. Taehyung’s sharp ears had caught the comment, and his steps slowed as he turned to face the group. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.
Jeongguk’s gaze darted to Taehyung, silently begging him to let it slide. His wide eyes were filled with an unspoken plea, ' Don’t say anything. Please.'
For a moment, it seemed Taehyung might ignore the commotion altogether. But then one of Jeongguk’s friends, encouraged by the lack of an immediate response, sneered,
“What, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, we already know Jeongguk—”
Taehyung was on him in an instant.
The calm and collected alpha closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, his towering presence casting a shadow over Jeongguk’s friend. Taehyung’s deep voice cut through the air like a blade.
“I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” he said, his tone dangerously low, “if you want to keep your jaw intact.”
As if to emphasize his point, Taehyung released a sharp wave of his alpha pheromones. The potent scent was like a command, overwhelming the room with its intensity. Jeongguk’s friends, who had been full of bravado just seconds ago now looked visibly uncomfortable, their heads instinctively lowering in submission.
Taehyung’s gaze swept over the group, his expression still calm but undeniably threatening. “What I did with Jeongguk that night is none of your business,” he said coldly.
Jeongguk felt the weight of Taehyung’s words, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and something he couldn’t quite place. He avoided eye contact, staring down at his desk like a chastised child.
Taehyung turned his attention to Jeongguk, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. His piercing gaze locked onto Jeongguk’s, and his lips curved into a smirk.
“Meet me at lunch,” Taehyung said simply, his voice steady and commanding.
Jeongguk responded immediately. “Okay,” he blurted out, his voice quiet but obedient.
Taehyung’s smirk deepened, clearly satisfied, before he turned and walked away without another word. Jeongguk’s friends looked at him in shock, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Taehyung’s dominant presence had said everything for him.
Jeongguk didn’t stop bluffing even after the first incident. After his friends witnessed the obvious power imbalance between Jeongguk and Taehyung in class, they began questioning Jeongguk’s ability to dominate Taehyung at all. The air of doubt from them stung more than Jeongguk anticipated, and their mockery hit him where it hurt.
“Didn’t know Jeon Jeongguk could act so pliantly in front of another alpha ,” one of them snickered.
Jeongguk’s jaw tightened, his pride unwilling to take the hit. “Pliant?” he scoffed, forcing a smirk onto his face even as the words burned in his throat. "Of course I'm not gonna provoke him in public, he's a supreme alpha for fuck's sake. But in bed? He likes to give up control and I made him beg for it.”
The lie came out smooth, as if rehearsed. He leaned back, arms folded as if in satisfaction, and his friends immediately perked up at the implication.
“No way,” one of them whispered, eyes wide.
Another laughed. “So you’re saying Taehyung submits to you willingly? Damn, Jeongguk, I underestimated you!”
Jeongguk, bolstered by the relief of no longer being doubted, added more to the lie to solidify his story. “Of course, you’d never know it by the way he acts in public. I had to sweet talk him into letting me take charge. But outside the bedroom? Yeah, don’t mess with him. He doesn’t care about the dynamic in bed, but he’ll punch your face if you question him.”
His friends nodded in agreement, looking wary of Taehyung now. The alpha’s quiet yet commanding presence clearly lingered in their minds from the earlier encounter. One of them muttered, “Yeah, no way I’m provoking him. He almost broke my neck with his pheromones alone earlier.”
They laughed nervously, but the tension was real.
“Why did he tell you to meet him at lunch, though?” another asked, shooting Jeongguk a curious look.
Jeongguk shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Who knows? Probably wants to make sure I keep my mouth shut about him being a sub,” he lied again, forcing a laugh to sell the story.
But inside, he was far from calm. The real reason Taehyung wanted to meet him became crystal clear when Jeongguk’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Fishing it out, he saw a text notification. The blood drained from his face when he opened it.
There was a video attached to it and along with it was a simple but devastating message:
“ So you decided to back out on our deal, I see. Meet me in the restroom from our last encounter if you don’t want this video to leak. You look ravishing there, btw, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk’s stomach churned as he clicked on the video, his fingers trembling. The sound was muted, but the visuals said enough. His flushed, tear-streaked face, his breathy moans, him bouncing eagerly on Taehyung's cock like he was made for it.
Panic set in Jeongguk once he realized what the alpha was intending to do. His lie could unravel in an instant if that video were to surface. His friends would see the truth, and the humiliation would destroy him.
Jeongguk made an excuse to leave, claiming he needed to take a phone call. His friends barely noticed as he slipped away, too caught up in their own conversations. But every step toward the restroom felt like a weight dragging him down.
When he entered, Taehyung was already there, leaning casually against the sink, his arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
“Took you long enough,” Taehyung said, his voice smooth and calm.
Jeongguk swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. “Tae, I—”
“Ah, ah,” Taehyung interrupted, pushing off the sink and closing the distance between them. “Don’t waste your breath. You broke our agreement, Jeongguk.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Jeongguk blurted out. “It’s just, they were mocking me. I couldn’t let them think I—”
“That you submitted to me?” Taehyung finished for him, tilting his head. His smirk deepened, sharp and knowing. “But you did. And now you’re lying to cover it up. Tell me, Jeongguk, do you really think you can bluff your way out of this?”
Jeongguk clenched his fists, feeling trapped. “Please,” he whispered, his voice shaky. “Don’t show anyone that video. I have a reputation to uphold.”
The alpha leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Your reputation? Oh, sweetheart, that’s entirely in my hands now, isn’t it?”
Jeongguk froze, his heart hammering in his chest. His voice trembled as he pleaded, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. "Please, Taehyung, don’t leak that video. I-I’ll do anything you want. Just, please.”
Taehyung tilted his head, an eyebrow arching as a smug grin spread across his face. "Anything?"
Jeongguk nodded frantically, desperation shining in his eyes. "Yes, anything! Just don’t show it to anyone."
The alpha’s grin widened as he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Without a word, he grabbed Jeongguk by the wrist and pulled him toward one of the stalls. J eongguk stumbled after him, his eyes widening when Taehyung pushed the door open, dragged him inside, and locked it behind them with a loud click.
“What are you doing?!” Jeongguk squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked around nervously.
Taehyung turned to him. “You said you’d do anything, didn’t you? Then shut up and take your punishment.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitched, his back pressing against the stall wall as Taehyung leaned in, crowding his space. “Punishment?” he stammered, th ough his body betrayed him, heat pooling in his veins at the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze.
The alpha smirked, le aning close enough that Jeongguk could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear. “You think I’d let you get away after you ruined my image? Of course there will be a price to pay for that, sweetheart. Didn’t your dumb little alpha brain think about the consequences for pissing me off? ”
Jeongguk didn’t say anything. Taehyung looked really annoyed and he didn’t want to anger the alpha further or he might upload that video.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll take my punishment. Just don’t upload the video, please.” Jeongguk murmured, his voice small and weak. He couldn’t even believe his ears.
“That’s more like it. Now, kneel.” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Despite the protests swirling in his mind, Jeongguk found himself sinking to his knees, the cold tile a stark contrast to the heat rising in his body.
"Open your mouth," Taehyung instructed, his tone both commanding and taunting. Jeongguk realized what the alpha was planning to do and began his protest.
“No.” Jeongguk’s jaw tightened. The word came out sharper than he intended, but his pulse was pounding too hard for him to care. He clenched his fists at his sides, staring stubbornly at the floor instead of at Taehyung’s looming figure.
“No?” Taehyung’s voice dipped lower, slow and dangerous. “You forgot who’s holding all the cards here, sweetheart?”
He reached into his pocket with exaggerated calm, pulling out his phone. With one swipe, Jeongguk caught a glimpse of that video again. The screen lit up with his own flushed face, the trembling moans spilling from his lips.
Jeongguk’s stomach plummeted.
“I could send this to everyone at the uni,” Taehyung drawled, his thumb hovering over the screen. “Your friends. The alphas that admire you. Maybe even your parents. Want them all to see how easily you come apart under me?”
Jeongguk’s breath caught, panic clawing at his throat. “D-Don’t.” His voice was barely a whisper now, all the fight draining from it.
“Then be a good boy and open up like I tell you to.” Taehyung said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
Jeongguk swallowed hard, shame burning through him as his body betrayed him with a faint shiver. He hated that the command made something in his gut twist not just with fear, but with a pull he couldn’t name. Slowly and reluctantly, he parted his lips.
“That’s it,” Taehyung cooed mockingly. “I’m sure you know how to suck cock, right?” Taehyung asked in an unserious way but Jeongguk’s face heated up instantly. He has actually never done it before and he couldn’t lie. Not with Taehyung staring straight through him like that. Once the silence stretched on too long, Taehyung caught on what was happening.
“Oh my fucking god,” Taehyung laughed darkly, crouching to cup Jeongguk’s jaw. “You actually don’t know! You’re telling me all those rumors about you being some cocky alpha in bed, and yet you’ve never had another alpha’s cock in your mouth? This is adorable.”
Jeongguk grit his teeth, humiliated, but the worst part was that the humiliation sent an unwanted rush of heat to his cheeks, down to his dick.
“Don’t pout, baby,” Taehyung teased, his thumb brushing Jeongguk’s bottom lip.
“I’ll guide you. Step by step. You just do what I say, and maybe I’ll even teach you how to make me feel good. Now, I want you to open your mouth wider.”
Jeongguk just opened his mouth for the sake of it, not really following the alpha’s order.
“I said wider , Jeongguk. You think I’m gonna fit in that tight little mouth with you clenching like it’s a crime?”
Jeongguk’s ears burned. He forced his jaw open more, his neck tense.
“That’s better,” Taehyung murmured, brushing his thumb along Jeongguk’s lower lip before pressing it inside. “Suck.”
Jeongguk hesitated, his pride screaming at him to stop, but the sharp arch of Taehyung’s brow made his stomach twist, and he closed his lips around the digit, drawing it into his mouth.
“Mm,” Taehyung smirked. “Not bad for a first try, but don’t just sit there. Use your tongue. Swirl it. Show me you’re at least trying to please me.”
Heat curled low in Jeongguk’s belly as he obeyed, his tongue tentatively tracing over Taehyung’s skin.
“That’s it. See? Not so hard. You’re just a little slow. But don’t worry,” Taehyung leaned in until his breath fanned against Jeongguk’s cheek.
“I’ll train you into the perfect little cock slut.”
Jeongguk’s fingers curled into fists on his thighs. The words made him want to spit Taehyung’s thumb out and walk away, but the shameful truth was that the crude comment only made his pulse race faster.
Taehyung withdrew his thumb, wet with Jeongguk’s spit, and gripped his chin, angling his head. “Now, wrap those pretty lips around me. Gently . If you use your teeth, I swear you’ll regret it.”
Jeongguk swallowed, leaning forward. The first touch of Taehyung's cock against his lips was electric, the saltiness of pre cum coating Jeongguk's tongue as he took him in. The taste felt strange on his tongue that he paused for a moment and Taehyung chuckled low.
“What’s the matter? Big, bad alpha Jeongguk’s scared of a cock?” He tilted his hips forward just enough to nudge past Jeongguk’s resistance.
“Relax your throat. Don’t make me hold your head down.”
The pressure was overwhelming as Taehyung pushed through his mouth.
“Breathe through your nose. That’s it, slowly. God, you’re tight, haven’t tasted cock in your entire life, huh? I can tell. You’re shaking already.”
Jeongguk’s cheeks burned hotter at the mocking tone, his pride shrinking with each remark.
“Use your tongue, Jeongguk. Swirl it around, yeah, like that.”
Taehyung’s hand tightened in Jeongguk’s hair, guiding him to bop his head up and down . “You look so much better on your knees than trying to play the dominant one. This is where you belong.”
The words shouldn’t have made Jeongguk’s stomach clench the way they did, but each humiliating comment sent another rush of heat through him, his mind fogging under the mixture of shame and reluctant pleasure.
“Don’t pull back,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and edged with warning when Jeongguk tried to pull away after a few moments of bobbing his head.
“I just needed a few minutes to breathe.”
“Well, I haven’t given you permission to stop.”
Jeongguk’s knees shifted on the tile, the ache in them starting to bite, but the hand tangled in his hair kept him anchored and pulled him back towards Taehyung’s length.
“Now get back to work. That’s it. Go deeper now, don’t be shy.” Taehyung’s hips rolled forward just enough to make Jeongguk’s throat tighten in surprise. The alpha’s smirk widened.
“Oh? Already choking? We’ve barely started.”
Jeongguk coughed lightly, heat blooming across his face.
“Breathe through your nose,” Taehyung instructed again, his tone a maddening mix of mockery and bemusement. “And stop tensing up. How are you going to take my knot later if you can’t even take this?”
A frustrated sound escaped Jeongguk’s throat, muffled around him, and Taehyung chuckled darkly. “There it is, that cute little growl. You hate that I’m right, don’t you?”
Jeongguk’s hands curled against his thighs, nails pressing into his skin.
“Wrap your hands around me,” Taehyung ordered. “Put those hands in places your mouth can’t reach. Now feel me while you take me deeper. I know you can do it.”
The sharpness of his tone left no room for refusal, and Jeongguk with his cheeks blazing had to obey, sliding his mouth further down until his throat protested.
“Good boy,” Taehyung murmured, fingers stroking through his hair briefly before gripping again.
“You make such cute sounds. ” His grin turned sharper. “Bet you don’t even realize how pretty you look like this.”
Shame burned through him, but it tangled hopelessly with the way Taehyung’s words made his skin prickle.
Taehyung tilted his head, watching him with predator’s patience. “Let’s see how far we can go, sweetheart. Open that throat for me. Take it. Be a good boy and make me proud.”
Although the praise sounded more like a mocking, it hit Jeongguk like a spark, and before he could think better of it, he pushed himself down further, desperate to prove he could.
Taehyung’s breath hitched, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Mm. That’s it. Look at you, learning so fast. Told you I could train you.”
The alpha’s grip in Jeongguk’s hair tightened just enough to keep him in place as he began to change his pace. He thrusted slowly at first, then deeper, until each push had Jeongguk gagging, wet sounds filling the cramped stall.
“Yeah, just like that,” Taehyung murmured, the praise dripping with possession. Saliva began to spill from the corners of Jeongguk’s mouth, sliding down his chin, but he didn’t stop. Taehyung’s eyes darkened, watching every twitch, every tear that slipped down Jeongguk’s flushed cheeks.
“Make sure to use your hands as well,” Taehyung ordered, his tone low and commanding.
Jeongguk obeyed instantly, one hand gripping the base while the other steadied him. He stroked in time with the movements of his mouth, glancing up through damp lashes to gauge Taehyung’s reaction.
The look of obedience on Jeongguk’s face, desperate for Taehyung’s approval, made the alpha’s mouth curve into a slow, wicked smile. “Good boy,” he praised, his thumb brushing briefly over Jeongguk’s wet cheek. “You’re starting to get it.”
Before Jeongguk could bask in that small victory, Taehyung’s grip in his hair tightened, pulling him back just far enough to make him pant for air.
“Now I want you to suck faster,” he ordered, hips rolling forward in short, controlled thrusts that forced Jeongguk to keep up.
Jeongguk’s jaw ached, his lips stretched wide and throat working hard to take what Taehyung gave him. His hand pumped along the base where his mouth couldn’t reach, just as Taehyung had instructed, slick with spit. Every praise and low hums of “good boy” or sharp, approving grunts from Taehyung made the heat in his belly twist tighter. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked the way Taehyung controlled him, the way he kept shaming and praising him brought butterflies in his stomach.
“I’m close,” Taehyung growled, voice deep and strained now. “You’re gonna swallow every bit like a proper pup, aren’t you?”
Jeongguk made a muffled noise around him, unsure if it counted as agreement, but Taehyung didn’t seem to care. Jeongguk struggled, his throat constricting, but he tried, his nose buried in Taehyung's pubic hair, the scent overwhelming. Taehyung's thrusts became more erratic, his control slipping as he chased his pleasure, using Jeongguk's mouth as his personal fuck toy.
Tears streamed down Jeongguk's face, his own arousal evident despite the degradation, his cock hard and neglected in his pants. Taehyung's grunts grew louder, his movements more forceful until, with a deep, guttural moan, he came, his release hitting the back of Jeongguk's throat. Instinct screamed at him to pull away, but before he could, Taehyung’s hand tightened like a vice in his hair, holding him flush against his pelvis.
“Don’t even think about it,” Taehyung snarled. “If you spill so much as a drop, that video goes online. You understand me?” Jeongguk’s eyes watered as he forced himself to swallow, every movement of his throat met with Taehyung’s approving hum. When it was over, Taehyung finally released his grip, and Jeongguk pulled back, coughing, his lips red and swollen, his face flushed with arousal. Taehyung crouched down at him, smug satisfaction in his gaze. "Good boy," he murmured, his thumb brushing over Jeongguk's wet lips, "You did well."
Then without a warning, Taehyung's lips crashed onto Jeongguk's with a ferocity that left no room for breath. His tongue invaded Jeongguk's mouth, tasting himself on the younger alpha's tongue. The kiss was rough, possessive, as if Taehyung was marking his territory.
With a sudden yank, Taehyung pulled Jeongguk up and got rid of his pants, exposing him. He then sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled Jeongguk onto his lap and then grabbed the syringe with a protective cover from his bag and injected it into Jeongguk's thigh, watching as it was absorbed, triggering an immediate response. Jeongguk realized a little too late that it was the same serum that Taehyung injected into him back at his house. Jeongguk's slick began to leak, the sensation both embarrassing and arousing him.
"Taehyung, it's going to make me wet all day," Jeongguk complained, his voice a mix of frustration and need.
"Can't fuck you if you're not wet, can I? This is part of your punishment so keep quiet and take it like a good boy." Taehyung retorted with a smirk, his hand coming down sharply on Jeongguk's ass, the sound echoing in the small space. "Stand up."
Jeongguk did as he was told, standing on shaky legs. Taehyung's cock was already out, hard and ready, glistening with remnants of saliva and cum. He adjusted himself on the toiled seat before he pulled Jeongguk back down, guiding him onto his lap, his cock breaching Jeongguk's entrance with a wet, slick noise. Jeongguk whimpered, the stretch sudden and intense.
"Ah... Taehyung..."
"Shh, you'll love this," Taehyung whispered, his hips beginning to move, thrusting up into Jeongguk. Each movement was calculated, driving deep, making Jeongguk moan prettily.
"Yes, just like that, beautiful. Moan for me."
Jeongguk's moans were music to Taehyung's ears, soft and needy.
"Mmm, Taehyung…fuck.. so good..."
His words were cut off by a gasp as Taehyung yanked his sweater down, exposing his shoulder, his mouth latching onto the skin, sucking and biting, leaving marks.
Jeongguk’s body moved eagerly, bouncing on Taehyung’s cock, each downward thrust drawing a breathless, broken moan from him. “F–fuck, Taehyung… I… I can’t…” he whispered, voice trembling with lust and need.
Suddenly, the creak of the restroom door cut through the air, followed by the echo of footsteps. Someone had entered the bathroom. Before Jeongguk could fully register the intrusion, Taehyung’s large hand clamped firmly over his mouth, dragging him back against his chest. His lips brushed Jeongguk’s ear, voice low and dangerous. “Quiet now.”
But Taehyung didn’t slow. If anything, his hips moved harder, each thrust deep and punishing, making Jeongguk’s knees weak. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling echoed in the cramped stall, barely masked by the sudden hiss of water from the sink. Jeongguk’s fingers clawed at the metal partition, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to swallow his sounds.
A muffled whimper escaped against Taehyung’s palm anyway, soft but audible.
The sink shut off abruptly. There was silence in the room, but the stranger didn’t leave yet. They lingered, footsteps shifting slightly, as if standing just outside the stall, listening. Jeongguk’s entire body went rigid, heat flooding his cheeks, but Taehyung’s grip only tightened around his waist, forcing him to keep moving. The slap of skin against skin grew louder in the oppressive stillness, obscene and impossible to disguise.
Another strangled sound slipped from Jeongguk’s throat, the noise so small yet sharp in the quiet that it made Taehyung smirk against his temple.
“Really?” the stranger’s voice finally came, the tone dripping with judgment. “You guys can’t wait till you get home?”
Neither of them answered. Taehyung kept moving inside him, unbothered, eyes locked on Jeongguk’s flushed face as if the world beyond the stall didn’t exist. The stranger muttered something under their breath before the restroom door creaked open again, footsteps fading away.
Only then did Taehyung pull his hand from Jeongguk’s mouth, his voice thick with arousal. “Now, let me hear you, sweetheart.”
And Jeongguk did as told, his moans spilling out freely now, raw and desperate, filling the space with shameless, unrestrained pleasure as Taehyung drove him closer to the edge.
Just as he thought they were close to coming, Taehyung, with a devilish grin, lifted Jeongguk off his lap, spinning him around so he faced the toilet seat.
"Bend over," he commanded, his voice a low rumble of desire. Jeongguk complied, his body still filled with arousal. Taehyung's hand pressed between Jeongguk's shoulder blades, pushing him forward until his chest met the cold, hard surface of the toilet lid.
"Look at you, so pliant," Taehyung teased, his fingers tracing the slick trail down Jeongguk's thighs before he lined himself up again, this time aiming for a different angle. He pushed in, the new position allowing him to go even deeper, eliciting a muffled groan from Jeongguk, whose face was now pressed against his forearm to stifle the sounds.
Taehyung began slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, making Jeongguk feel every inch of him. "You like being fucked in dirty places, don't you, Jeongguk?" Taehyung whispered, his breath hot against Jeongguk's ear.
Jeongguk could only nod, his mind clouded with lust, his body responding with eager shudders. Taehyung's hand then reached around, grabbing Jeongguk's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation overwhelming Jeongguk. "I... I like it... fuck, Taehyung..."
Taehyung's other hand roamed up Jeongguk's back, pulling his sweater up to expose his skin to the cool air. His fingers dug into Jeongguk's flesh, leaving red marks that would linger as reminders of this debauched encounter.
"You're mine to use," Taehyung growled, his teeth scraping over Jeongguk's shoulder blade before biting down, hard enough to make Jeongguk cry out, the pain mingling with pleasure.
Taehyung then slowed his thrusts, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the force making Jeongguk's legs tremble.
Jeongguk's moans turned into a continuous, keening sound, his body rocking back against Taehyung, seeking more.
Taehyung's other hand then moved to Jeongguk's mouth, two fingers slipping inside. "Suck," he ordered, and Jeongguk did, his tongue swirling around Taehyung's digits, tasting his own slick on them.
The sounds of their fucking were obscene, the slap of skin, the wet noises of penetration, Jeongguk's muffled moans around Taehyung's fingers. "I want you to come with my cock buried deep inside you, Gguk," Taehyung growled, his thrusts becoming erratic, his own climax building.
Jeongguk's body tensed, his orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave, his release painting the toilet seat and the floor. Taehyung followed, his own climax spurred by Jeongguk's contractions around him, his seed filling Jeongguk, marking him from the inside.
As they both came down from their high, Taehyung slowly pulled out. His cum and Jeongguk's slick mixing, dripping down Jeongguk's thighs. "Look at the mess you've made," Taehyung teased as he poked at Jeongguk’s hole, earning a whine from the younger.
Jeongguk was still catching his breath, skin flushed, mind hazy from the intensity of what had just happened. Half of his body was still pressed against the toilet seat, slick clinging to his thighs and the faintest tremble in his legs. He felt Taehyung kneeling behind him, but didn’t think much of it until he heard the sound of the cap flipping open.
He didn’t have time to ask before Taehyung pressed something like a cool nozzle between Jeongguk’s already slick entrance, squeezing generously. The first gush of lube slid inside him, made him gasp.
“What?” Jeongguk began, trying to move away, but Taehyung’s firm hand landed on his hip, keeping him still.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Taehyung said, tone smooth but carrying that unyielding authority he always seemed to wield.
The sensation was overwhelming, thick wetness blooming deep inside him, squelching faintly as Taehyung twisted the nozzle just enough to tease, to make him hyperaware of every movement. He could feel it spreading, coating every inch, seeping out almost as fast as it was pumped in.
By the time Taehyung finally pulled the bottle away, Jeongguk was a mess. Slick, cum and lube were dripping down the back of his thighs, pooling embarrassingly in the crease where his legs met. His breath was shaky, his body betraying him with a small tremor.
“I can’t stay like this all day,” Jeongguk muttered, biting the inside of his cheek as another drop slid down his skin. “I’m already producing slick, and now,”
“Shut up and take it,” Taehyung interrupted smoothly, his hand resting heavy on Jeongguk’s hip. “Or do you need me to remind you about the video?” Jeongguk’s jaw locked. He didn’t move. He didn’t say another word.
Satisfied, Taehyung reached into his bag again. The soft hum of silicone brushing against his fingers made Jeongguk’s stomach twist. “What is that?”
Taehyung didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed the vibrator against Jeongguk’s entrance, pushing it in slowly until it was seated snugly inside.
The pressure made Jeongguk’s knees weaken, the mix of lube and slick so excessive that even with the toy inside, he could still feel some of it leaking out around it, warm and shameful.
“You should’ve thought about the consequences before you went around tarnishing my reputation,” Taehyung said, his tone low and dangerous.
Then the vibrator hummed at a medium setting, the sudden increase in buzz making Jeongguk jolt forward with a sharp gasp.
“T-Tae!” he hissed, clenching around the intrusion.
Taehyung only chuckled, adjusting Jeongguk’s pants back into place and stepped out of the stall waiting for the younger alpha to come out.
The vibrator shifted inside him with every movement, buzzing faintly, and the excess lube and slick made his inner thighs feel sticky. His jeans clung uncomfortably and he could feel every vibration.
Taehyung leaned lazily against the stall door, arms crossed, watching him like he was entertainment. “Run along now, don’t be late to class,” he said with a slow smirk.
Jeongguk avoided eye contact, pulling his bag over his shoulder and walking out as steadily as he could. He hated the way his hips wanted to shift to ease the sensation, and hated the way Taehyung’s gaze burned into his back.
By the time he made it to the lecture hall, his heart was already racing. Not from the walk, but from the persistent hum inside him. He slid into a seat halfway across the room from Taehyung, telling himself that if he didn’t look at him, he’d be fine.
That hope lasted all of five minutes as the vibration climbed from a medium, teasing buzz to something deeper, stronger. Jeongguk’s thighs tensed, his pen pausing mid-sentence. He bit his lip hard, forcing his breathing to stay even.
He refused to look up and another buzz. This time it was even stronger, but luckily the sound of it buzzing couldn't be heard by anyone in the room.
He almost dropped his pen. Heat rose in his face as he shifted in his seat, trying to disguise the way his body wanted to squirm. Taehyung didn’t even need to be near him. Just knowing the alpha was watching was enough to make Jeongguk’s chest tighten in frustrated arousal.
When the lecturer finally announced they would be having a group activity, Jeongguk’s stomach sank. Of course, Taehyung ended up in his group along with two of Jeongguk’s friends.
He sat down with them, keeping his head low, trying to focus on the worksheet.
It was fine for the first few minutes. Taehyung was speaking normally, discussing points with the others, not even looking at him.
He thought the alpha would show him some mercy during the group activity but he was so wrong. It was all fine for a few more minutes until the vibrator surged to a higher setting, the sudden intensity making Jeongguk’s breath hitch audibly. His pen scratched a shaky line across the page.
“You okay?” one of his friends asked, glancing at him with concern.
“Y-Yeah,” Jeongguk muttered quickly, heat creeping into his ears.
Taehyung didn’t even hide his smirk this time. “Jeongguk, you wanna add anything to our discussion?” he prompted, deliberately making him talk.
Jeongguk tried. He really did. “I-I t-think we should-d” The vibration pulsed again, and he stumbled over his words, stuttering mid-sentence.
Sweat prickled at his forehead, his pulse thundering in his ears. His friends exchanged glances and asked him if he was okay once again. Jeongguk shook his head, forcing out,
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired.”
For the rest of the discussion, he stayed quiet, only nodding or shaking his head when necessary. Taehyung took the lead, his tone smooth and unbothered, while Jeongguk sat there, thighs clenched, trying desperately not to let a single sound slip past his lips.
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The rest of the afternoon felt like a cruel endurance test. At one point, Taehyung was kind enough to text him whether he wanted to use the color code they established to back out. Jeongguk didn't know why, but when he saw the message, his stubborn self didn't want to back out and refused to use it.
By the time the first class after lunch ended, Jeongguk’s legs were already stiff from keeping them pressed together. The vibrator had settled into a steady rhythm, not really low, but not so strong that it made him lose control. Still, it was enough to keep his muscles tense and his skin hot. He could feel the lube and slick every time he shifted, the faint dampness making him want to squirm in his seat.
The second class had no Taehyung in sight, which should have been a relief. But knowing the alpha still held the control somewhere in the building kept Jeongguk on the edge. The hum never stopped. Not even once.
He focused on taking notes, pretending nothing was wrong, even though his handwriting had grown progressively messier. Every now and then, he’d clench around the toy involuntarily, only making the sensation worse.
When the lecturer finally dismissed the class, Jeongguk was shoving his books into his bag before the last words left his professor’s mouth.
Just as he was about to leave, he received a message from Taehyung.
‘Come to the car park when your class is over.’
He didn’t waste time. Not because he wanted to see Taehyung, but because the idea of walking home with this still inside him was unbearable. The first thing he planned to do was demand the toy out of him. He thought to himself that he had endure it enough.
But when he reached the car park, Taehyung was leaning against his sleek black car, sunglasses on, looking like someone straight out of a magazine shoot. Without a word, the alpha jerked his chin toward the passenger seat.
“Get in.”
Jeongguk hesitated. “I need—”
“Get. In.” Taehyung ordered, purposefully cutting him off. His tone left no room for argument.
Grinding his teeth, Jeongguk slid into the car, hoping Taehyung would take them somewhere private so he could finally be rid of the thing. Instead, the alpha drove in silence, the city flashing past in the golden haze of late afternoon.
After about twenty minutes, they pulled into a wide, dimly lit lot surrounded by high fences. Rows of cars were lined up, each parked at an angle facing a large blank screen. At first, Jeongguk thought it was a drive-in cinema.
Then he noticed the way the cars rocked, slowly, rhythmically and caught glimpses of silhouettes moving inside. The faint smell of arousal in the air made his stomach twist.
He’d heard of places like this before. Hookup spots for alphas who didn’t want the hassle of intimacy or commitment. It was a place where they could bring omegas they had no intention of marrying. Most of the omegas who came here were paid for their time.
Jeongguk’s jaw tightened. The realization hit him like a slap. Taehyung hadn’t brought him here as an equal. This was a statement. Another way of saying, You’re just like them. A useless alpha to be used and discarded.
Jeongguk’s voice was tight, his hands clenching into fists in his lap as he questioned the alpha.
“Why did you bring me to a place like this?”
Taehyung didn’t answer right away. He just let his gaze linger on Jeongguk’s flushed face before a slow, low chuckle left his throat.
“You’re asking me why ? ” He leaned back in his seat, one hand lazily on the steering wheel.
“Because I can, sweetheart. Did you remember how I won the dominance over you the other night? That means I can do whatever I want with you. It was our deal, remember?”
Jeongguk’s glare deepened. “That doesn’t mean you,”
“This is part of your punishment.” Taehyung’s voice cut him off. “So you don’t get to complain.”
He gestured loosely toward the rocking cars outside. “It’s a place for a quick fuck. Nothing more, so don’t take it to heart.”
The words stung more than Jeongguk wanted to admit, each syllable hammering the insult in deeper. “You’re unbelievable. At least have some respect for me.”
Taehyung’s mouth curved in a knowing smirk. “Respect? You really think you deserve respect when you’re secretly loving every second of this humiliation?”
Jeongguk felt heat flare across his cheeks, his ears burning. “I—no, I don’t—”
“You’re blushing.” Taehyung’s eyes glinted like he’d caught him red handed. “And getting defensive. Cute.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitched in indignation, but before he could fire back, Taehyung’s tone shifted into something commanding.
“If you really want to get it over with, climb into the back seat and present yourself.”
The air between them thickened. Jeongguk stayed frozen, the thought of doing that here where anyone could guess exactly what was happening made his stomach twist.
When he didn’t move, Taehyung sighed as if indulging a stubborn child. Then he pulled out his phone, tilting the screen toward Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s heart lurched. One look was enough to get him scrambling into the back seat, shame burning down his neck and spine. He yanked his pants and underwear down, his skin prickling at the faint cool air, and settled on all fours, presenting himself as ordered.
The vibrator was still humming inside him, its steady thrum sending faint tremors through his thighs. The sheer mess between his legs made him bite his lip as slick and lube were still seeping around the toy, dampening the inside of his thighs.
Taehyung didn’t join him immediately. He took his time adjusting the heater, slipping his jacket off and letting the anticipation stretch unbearably. Jeongguk could feel his gaze on him, he could imagine the smirk forming as he drank in the sight of him on display.
When Taehyung finally slid into the back, the car seemed to shrink around them. Jeongguk’s pulse pounded in his ears. The leather was cool under Jeongguk’s palms, but it did nothing to calm the fire under his skin. He could feel Taehyung kneel behind him, the shift of the car’s suspension giving away each move.
“You look lovely like this,” Taehyung murmured, low and almost satisfied. “Messy and waiting for me. This is exactly where you belong.”
The toy’s hum seemed louder now, every vibration heightened by the fact that Taehyung was right there , close enough to touch.
A low hum left the alpha’s throat as his hand smoothed down the curve of Jeongguk’s back, stopping at the base of his spine before curling lower. Fingers brushed the base of the toy still buried in him, pressing just enough to make the vibration shudder through his core.
Jeongguk’s thighs trembled.
“So sensitive already,” Taehyung drawled, thumb circling the toy lazily. “I barely have to do anything, and you’re twitching.”
Slowly, he began to pull the vibrator out. Each ridge and curve dragged against Jeongguk’s walls, slick clinging stubbornly before the toy slipped forward again. He didn’t remove it completely and just pushed it back in, then pulled it out again. Over and over.
The steady, deliberate rhythm had Jeongguk’s knees pressing into the seat, muscles quivering. A small, unwilling sound slipped from his throat.
“Yeah,” Taehyung murmured, voice dipping low. “Let me hear that sweet sound.”
Taehyung repeatedly pulled the toy in-and-out of Jeongguk, driving him crazy. His body was hypersensitive after the entire day of having it inside him and every thrust was pushing him over the edge. In the distance, through the faintly open crack of the window, Jeongguk caught the muffled, breathless cries of an omega from one of the other cars.
The realization hit him like a brick that he sounded almost the same. A flush shot through his cheeks, humiliation and heat twining together. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the noises, but Taehyung caught it instantly.
“You hear that?” The alpha’s smirk was audible. “You sound just like them.” The toy thrust in again, harder this time. “And it suits you. That sweet, desperate sound that you made.”
Jeongguk shook his head weakly, but the tremble in his body betrayed him. The more Taehyung moved the toy, the more the embarrassment melted into something else, something pleasurable and shameless.
After a few long, merciless minutes, Taehyung finally withdrew the toy completely, tossing it aside. The sudden emptiness made Jeongguk gasp only to choke on another breath as something far hotter and thicker replaced it.
Taehyung’s length pushed in with no mercy, filling him to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. His hand pressed firmly at the back of Jeongguk’s neck, forcing his cheek against the leather seat.
“Louder,” Taehyung demanded, hips driving in at a cruel pace. “I want everyone to hear how good I’m fucking you.”
A groan tore from Jeongguk before he could stop it, his body arching under the pace. Every thrust seemed timed to wring another sound from him, each one sharper than the last.
“Good boy,” Taehyung muttered, grip tightening on his hips. "You love having alpha's dick in you, don't you?"
Jeongguk’s mind was a haze, he wanted to deny it, to cling to the last bit of dignity he had, but somewhere between the relentless rhythm and the heat pooling low in his stomach, something in him slipped. The commands sound less of an insult and more of an alluring melody to him.
When Taehyung shifted them, pulling him up so Jeongguk straddled his lap, there was no hesitation. His legs folded around Taehyung’s hips willingly, his palms pressed to the alpha’s shoulders, and he sank down with a shiver, thighs trembling from the stretch.
The car was hot now, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin. His voice matched the chorus of other omegas outside, blurring into shameless, breathless moans as his body moved of its own accord.
Incoherent words spilled from Jeongguk’s lips, broken pleas tangled with pleased sighs, every drop of shame drowned beneath the pleasure.
And Taehyung, the alpha only smiled like he’d known all along this would happen.
After that Taehyung didn’t have to order much as Jeongguk would accept anything so willingly. He’s been riding the alpha for so long that Jeongguk’s thighs began to burn from holding himself up. The thick stretch of Taehyung’s length inside him made his whole body tremble. He was barely holding onto the last threads of composure when the sharp crack of skin meeting skin cut through the haze.
Jeongguk jolted forward with a gasp. Taehyung’s palm lingered over the curve of his ass, rubbing almost lazily before coming down again harder. The sound echoed in the confined space of the car.
“That’s for being so mouthy all the time at uni,” Taehyung murmured, voice low and deliberate. His other hand stayed firm on Jeongguk’s hip, keeping him from pulling away.
Another smack. “And this,” the next hit made Jeongguk’s breath hitch “is for lying to your little friends about me.”
Jeongguk’s fingers dug into Taehyung’s shoulders, his hips rocking involuntarily from the sting. Every spank made him tighten around Taehyung, the sharp pain mingling dangerously with pleasure until he couldn’t tell them apart.
The alpha didn’t stop moving inside him though. Each thrust paired with another firm slap. Jeongguk faltered once, his movement stuttering, but Taehyung’s grip immediately tightened.
“Keep going,” Taehyung ordered. “ You’re not getting a break.”
Jeongguk’s body obeyed without his mind keeping up, grinding and bouncing, trembling under Taehyung’s hands.
“Are you sorry for lying to your friends about me?” Taehyung’s tone was almost mocking, but there was steel under it.
Jeongguk’s head dropped, forehead brushing Taehyung’s shoulder. “N-No,” he panted stubbornly just so to see what the alpha would do. He realized it wasn’t a good move as another series of spanks landed in quick succession, each one harder than the last.
“You’re going to say it,” Taehyung growled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust and a slap to his ass.
“Say. You’re. Sorry.”
It broke him. His voice cracked, the last of his pride dissolving into a raw, breathless plea.
“I—I’m sorry,” he gasped, almost sobbing with the admission. “Sorry for lying to them. Please, please forgive me, alpha.”
“Good boy.” Taehyung’s voice was softer now, though the pace of his hips was anything but.
The words made Jeongguk’s stomach twist with something dangerous and sweet. His mind was floating, everything heavy and light at once. His head tipping back as he let Taehyung move him, use him, and fill him up.
The alpha shifted his grip, pulling Jeongguk down harder with each thrust until the slick, wet sounds between them filled the air.
“You’re going to come for me,” Taehyung murmured, thumb pressing against the base of Jeongguk’s spine as his free hand snuck between them to stroke him in time with the thrusts.
“And I want you to scream my name when you cum. Loud and clear. Just like those omegas outside. Let them all hear you.”
Jeongguk’s voice rose, breath breaking in ragged cries until the pressure became unbearable, heat building to the point of no return.
“Taehyung—ah! T-Taehyung!” he screamed, the name tearing from his throat as his whole body convulsed. His orgasm ripped through him, sharp and overwhelming, his voice breaking into a shameless moan as he spilled hard between them.
Outside, the chorus of other omegas moaning blurred into white noise. Jeongguk’s voice matched theirs in pitch and desperation, his own pleasure filling the small space with something raw and unrestrained.
The alpha didn’t slow until he followed, pulling Jeongguk flush against him as he spilled deep inside. The low, guttural sound in Taehyung’s throat was the only warning before he stilled, one arm locking around Jeongguk’s waist to keep him there.
When the world finally settled, Jeongguk was trembling in Taehyung’s hold, forehead pressed to his shoulder, his name still lingering on Jeongguk’s lips in faint, breathless murmurs.
Taehyung’s hand smoothed up his back once, almost gentle now, before he leaned in close.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured again. And Jeongguk despite everything melted into it.
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Jeongguk lay slumped in the backseat, muscles still trembling faintly from overuse and his eyelids getting heavy. He barely registered the cool swipe of a damp towel over his skin until it was gone, replaced by the soft brush of Taehyung pulling his clothes back into place.
“You can rest,” Taehyung said simply, tone calm now. Jeongguk hummed faintly in response, too tired to do more.
“Where do you live?”
He mumbled his address, adding the floor and room number when Taehyung prompted. The next thing he knew, the car was rolling to a stop. He made a small effort to sit up but immediately winced when his knees buckled beneath him.
“Don't move,” Taehyung ordered, reaching into the backseat. He tugged a black hoodie over Jeongguk’s head, pulling the hood up and tucking the edges close so it shadowed his face. Then he slipped a cap over the hood for good measure.
Jeongguk blinked, momentarily thrown. “Why?”
“So no one sees you walking in with an alpha,” Taehyung said simply, adjusting the cap so it sat low.
Heat bloomed across Jeongguk’s cheeks at the small thoughtfulness behind it. But before he could dwell on it, Taehyung was scooping him up, strong arms sliding under his knees and back.
“Wait! Put me down, I can walk!”
“You can’t even stand,” Taehyung replied flatly, shifting Jeongguk’s weight effortlessly. “This is faster.”
Jeongguk’s first instinct was to glare, but when the movement jostled him closer to Taehyung’s chest, he froze. His face was suddenly pressed against the curve of Taehyung’s neck, the warm, steady scent of him filling his senses. He inhaled without meaning to, the scent settling in his chest like a warm blanket.
He hated other alphas’ scents. They were always too sharp and heavy. But Taehyung’s made him feel strangely safe.
So he stayed there, head tucked away, hands curling into the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, pretending like he was too weak to protest.
The elevator ride and the short walk down the hall passed in a blur until Jeongguk felt the shift of being laid onto the soft comfort of his bed. He opened his eyes in time to see Taehyung disappear into the small bathroom, the sound of running water filling the apartment.
When Taehyung came back, sleeves pushed up, he looked almost domestic and nothing like the alpha who’d just wrecked him an hour ago. “Bath’s ready,” he said, walking over.
Jeongguk tensed when Taehyung’s fingers went to his shirt hem. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
Taehyung paused, fixing him with a blank, unamused look. “We’ve fucked several times already, Jeongguk. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“That’s that! This is different!”
But Taehyung was already hooking an arm under his knees again. “You’re hopeless,” he muttered, ignoring the sputtered protests as he lifted him effortlessly.
Jeongguk swore under his breath, twisting away but ending up with his face buried in Taehyung’s chest again. He hated how natural it felt to stay there, how his body seemed to melt against the warmth.
The bathwater lapped softly around Jeongguk as Taehyung lowered him in, the heat instantly loosening every sore muscle. He sank with a small sigh, the steam curling lazily around them.
Taehyung didn’t rush. He knelt beside the tub, rolling his sleeves higher. Without a word, he reached for the soap, working it into a soft lather before taking Jeongguk’s arm in his hand. His touch was firm but gentle, sweeping the cloth along the skin still flushed from earlier.
Jeongguk glanced sideways at him. Taehyung’s brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes focused entirely on the task like washing him was the most important thing in the world right now. There was no teasing or smug comment, just quiet concentration.
Something about that made Jeongguk’s cheeks warm in a way the steam couldn’t explain. He let himself sit still, letting Taehyung’s hands guide him, lifting his arm when prompted, shifting slightly when Taehyung reached for his shoulders. He couldn’t believe how much he liked being taken care of like this and how easily he could just melt into it.
If Taehyung noticed the way Jeongguk’s gaze lingered on him or the faint pink in his cheeks, he didn’t say a thing. And Jeongguk was thankful for that.
Once he was clean, Taehyung drained the tub, helping him out carefully before wrapping him in a massive, fluffy towel. The sudden cocoon of warmth made Jeongguk relax even more. Without asking, Taehyung scooped him up again, bridal style, carrying him back to the bedroom.
Jeongguk didn’t protest this time. He simply rested his head against Taehyung’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
On the bed, Taehyung set him down and took his time helping him into soft, loose clothes. Then he pulled the blankets over him, tucking the edges in just enough to make him feel comfortable.
The mattress was warm and Jeongguk’s eyelids felt heavy almost immediately.
As he was about to fall asleep, Taehyung’s voice broke the silence, low but even. “As long as you don’t start any more rumors about me, we can pretend nothing happened between us. And I won’t upload the video. You have my word.”
Jeongguk managed a small nod, though somewhere deep down, something about those words made his chest ache faintly.
“You took your punishment so well, Jeongguk. Now take a rest.”
Taehyung leaned down, brushing a brief kiss against his forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
And then he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.
Jeongguk closed his eyes, exhaustion pulling him under quickly. But beneath the haze of sleep, there was a small, quiet disappointment, one he couldn’t quite name. Taehyung said they wouldn’t have anything to do with each other anymore, but secretly Jeongguk was hoping it wasn’t really the end and that fate would bring Taehyung his way somehow again.
End of Part-1