Taehyung's body was a trembling, exhausted mess. His legs were weak, barely able to hold any weight, and his chest heaved with shallow, labored breaths. The ache between his legs was sharp and unrelenting, his body stretched beyond its limits by the alpha's knot that locked them together. He couldn't fight, couldn't even plead properly-his mind was too fogged by pain and exhaustion to form coherent words.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked far from finished. His breath was hot and heavy against Taehyung's damp neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with deliberate slowness, as if savoring his prey. The alpha's arms were locked tightly around Taehyung's waist like chains binding him in place.

"You're such a fucking mess," Jungkook growled, his voice rough and low, dripping with satisfaction. His hips shifted slightly, his knot grinding deep inside Taehyung, making him whimper weakly. "Look at you. Completely ruined. I've barely started, and you're already falling apart."

"P-please," Taehyung croaked, his voice hoarse and broken, his tears soaking the pillow beneath him. His trembling hands pushed feebly at Jungkook's chest, but the alpha didn't budge.

"Please what?" Jungkook mocked, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he pulled back to look at Taehyung's tear-streaked face. "Please stop? Please keep going? You don't even know what you're begging for, do you?"

Taehyung sobbed, his body shaking with exhaustion and fear. He shook his head weakly, unable to meet Jungkook's gaze.

Jungkook grabbed his chin roughly, forcing Taehyung to look at him. "No, no, baby. You don't get to hide from me," he said, his tone sharp yet filled with a twisted kind of affection. "I want to see every tear, every fucking sob. I want to see exactly how much you can take."

The alpha's hips rolled forward again, his knot tugging and grinding against Taehyung's oversensitive walls. The sensation was overwhelming, making Taehyung cry out-a broken, desperate sound that only seemed to fuel Jungkook's hunger.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jungkook groaned, his voice raw with lust. "Even with my knot buried inside you, you're still squeezing me like you're trying to milk me dry. Is that what you want, baby? Want me to fill you up until you can't take anymore?"

Taehyung whimpered, shaking his head as more tears streamed down his face. His body trembled beneath Jungkook's weight, completely at his mercy.

"You're lying," Jungkook hissed, his tone dark and accusing. "Your body doesn't lie, though. So fucking perfect, taking me so well even when you're crying like a little bitch." He leaned closer, his teeth grazing Taehyung's ear as he whispered, "You love this, don't you? Being stretched so wide, so full of me. You love how I ruin you."

Taehyung sobbed harder, his hands clawing weakly at the sheets as if searching for an escape that didn't exist. His entire body ached, his thighs trembling uncontrollably from the strain.

Jungkook's hands slid down to Taehyung's swollen belly, pressing firmly against the slight bulge. "Look at this," he muttered, his voice filled with awe and pride. "So fucking full of me."

"P-please," Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Please what?" Jungkook growled, his lips brushing against Taehyung's temple. "Please stop? You know I can't do that. Not when you feel this fucking good. You're so warm, so tight around me. I'm not stopping until I've fucked you so full you can't think of anything but me."

He shifted his hips again, his knot grinding deep inside Taehyung, drawing a choked sob from the omega. Jungkook's movements were rough, almost feral, each shallow thrust sending jolts of sensation through Taehyung's overstimulated body.

"You should love getting fucked into oblivion by your Alpha," Jungkook growled, his voice thick with both command and desire. "Every part of you should crave it, feel it deep inside. There's nothing left but the feeling of me inside you, pushing you past the edge. Do you understand that? Do you feel it?"

"Fuck," Jungkook hissed, his voice thick with lust. "No one else will ever have you like this. No one else will ever fill you like I do."

Taehyung sobbed, his body trembling as Jungkook’s cock twitched inside him. He could feel every pulse, every throb, as the alpha’s release continued to fill him, hot and endless.

Jungkook’s hand slid down to rest on Taehyung’s swollen belly, pressing lightly against the tender skin. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he admired the way the omega’s body bore the evidence of his claim.

“You know,” Jungkook began, his voice low and dripping with dark intent, “I’ve been thinking about it. About filling you so full, not just with my knot but with my pup.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched, his already trembling body stiffening at the Alpha’s words. His mind was too clouded to fully comprehend, but the implication sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through him.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over Taehyung’s stomach. “You’d look so perfect, Taehyung,” he murmured, his voice soft yet brimming with possessive pride. “Your body swollen, carrying my pup. Proof to everyone that you’re mine in every way that matters.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear as he whispered, “Can you imagine it? Feeling me inside you, knotting you over and over again until there’s no chance you won’t be carrying my pup? Watching your body change, knowing it’s all because of me?”

Taehyung whimpered, his lips parting in a weak attempt to protest, but no words came out. His tears spilled freely, his body too wrecked to fight or resist.

Jungkook’s thumb brushed over the faint indentations on Taehyung’s belly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “It’s only a matter of time, baby,” he said, his tone both reassuring and chilling. “You’re made for this. Made to carry my pups, to belong to me completely.”

He pressed a possessive kiss to Taehyung’s temple, his grip on the omega’s waist firm yet oddly gentle. “You’ll see, Taehyung,” Jungkook murmured, his voice softening as his lips trailed down to Taehyung’s cheek. “One day, you’ll thank me for giving you exactly what you were meant for.”

Taehyung sobbed silently, his chest heaving as Jungkook's words echoed in his mind. There was no escape, no mercy. All he could do was endure.

---

Taehyung’s body gave out before his mind could fully process the torment, exhaustion dragging him into fleeting moments of unconsciousness. But even in the brief solace of sleep, there was no escape. Every time he stirred awake, his body was forced to endure the overwhelming, searing sensations coursing through him.

Jungkook was brutal and insatiable. His hands gripped Taehyung’s bruised hips with possessive strength, holding him in place as he pounded into him with merciless force. The knot stretched him impossibly wide, locking them together, the maddening pressure wringing broken cries from Taehyung every time his fragile consciousness was dragged back to the surface.

“Don’t think you can hide from me, baby,” Jungkook rasped, his voice low and guttural, dripping with a feral hunger. His breath was hot against Taehyung’s neck as his hips slammed forward. “Even when you’re out cold, your body fucking knows it belongs to me. It welcomes me. Begs for me. Look how perfectly you take me, every single time.”

Taehyung whimpered, his head rolling limply to the side, tears streaking his flushed, sweat-slicked face. His throat was raw from screaming, his lips trembling as he struggled to even breathe. His limbs hung uselessly at his sides, unable to resist or fight.

“Fuck, you’re so wrecked,” Jungkook groaned, his voice laced with twisted satisfaction as he drove into him harder, his knot tugging painfully at Taehyung’s abused entrance. “I’ve ruined you for anyone else, haven’t I? You’ll never feel like this with anyone but me. You’ll never be able to survive without me.”

Taehyung’s sobs were weak, broken, his body trembling as his mind threatened to shut down again.

“Oh no, baby, you’re not passing out on me yet,” Jungkook growled, his hand snaking around to grab Taehyung’s chin, forcing him to face him. His dark eyes gleamed with obsession, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “I want you awake. I want you to feel every second of this. To remember who owns you, who fucking made you like this.”

Taehyung’s lips quivered as a fresh wave of tears spilled down his cheeks, his vision blurring. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg anymore.

“That’s it,” Jungkook murmured, his voice softening into something almost tender, though no less deranged. “Cry for me, baby. Show me how much you can take. You’re so fucking beautiful like this—broken and ruined.”

He slammed into Taehyung again, the force of it making the omega scream hoarsely, his voice cracking from overuse. The knot throbbed deep inside him, a brutal reminder of Jungkook’s claim.

“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” Jungkook hissed, his teeth grazing Taehyung’s neck. “Think anyone else could fill you this perfectly? Fucking dream on. You were made for me. For this. For my cock.”

Taehyung’s body jerked with every thrust, his mind barely clinging to consciousness as Jungkook continued to take him, the alpha’s stamina seemingly endless. The cycle was relentless—brief moments of darkness, only to be dragged back into the overwhelming torment of being utterly, thoroughly claimed.

---

This cycle continued throughout the night, Taehyung slipping in and out of awareness as Jungkook took him over and over again. The alpha’s stamina seemed endless, his body fueled by his rut. Every time Taehyung woke, it was to the same overwhelming fullness, the same low growls and filthy words spilling from Jungkook’s lips.

By the time the sun rose, Taehyung’s body was completely wrecked. His thighs ached, his entrance was swollen and raw, and his entire frame felt like it had been drained of life. Jungkook, however, looked utterly sated, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he finally slowed his movements.

“You did so well, baby,” Jungkook murmured, his tone almost tender as he pressed a kiss to Taehyung’s damp forehead. His hands ran over Taehyung’s trembling body, his touch lingering on the omega’s swollen belly. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Taehyung’s lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. He was too tired, too broken to say anything. His eyes fluttered shut, his body going limp once more.

Jungkook sighed, his arms wrapping around Taehyung’s waist as he finally allowed the omega to rest. As his gaze traveled over Taehyung’s exhausted form, his eyes caught the faint glint of the ring on Taehyung’s finger.

His lips curled into a soft, almost uncharacteristic smile as he reached out, taking Taehyung’s hand gently in his own. The omega’s fingers were cold and trembling, and Jungkook brought them closer to his lips, brushing a kiss over the ring.

“You wear it so beautifully,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing over the smooth surface of the metal. “This ring—it’s proof that you belong to me. No one else. Just me.”

His dark eyes softened momentarily as he watched Taehyung’s hand resting limply in his own, the weight of the ring symbolic in ways words couldn’t capture. “Every time I see this, it reminds me that you’re mine in every way that matters.”

Jungkook held Taehyung’s hand close to his chest for a moment, feeling the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat. “And you’ll keep wearing it,” he whispered, his voice low and firm, “because no one else deserves to mark you the way I do.”

Leaning down, he pressed one last kiss to Taehyung’s knuckles before pulling the omega closer against his chest, his arms encircling him protectively. As Taehyung’s soft, labored breaths filled the quiet room, Jungkook’s thumb continued to trace the ring—a symbol of his unyielding claim.