The bedroom was filled with the unmistakable sounds of passion: low, guttural groans and the wet slap of skin meeting skin in an unrelenting rhythm.

“Alpha—ah, please!” Taehyung’s voice cracked, breaking into a desperate cry as his fingers twisted the sheets beneath him.

Jungkook was relentless, his movements fluid but forceful, a predator taking what was his. His hands gripped Taehyung’s hips, holding him in place as he thrust deeper, his breath ragged with exertion and hunger. The Omega’s body seemed to melt under him, pliant yet quivering, surrendering completely.

Taehyung’s head fell forward, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead as he bit into the flesh of his forearm, his muffled cries barely containing the tidal wave of pain coursing through him. The effort to keep quiet was futile; every breath came out as a broken sob.

Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear as he growled, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

The Omega’s resolve shattered. His hands shot up, clutching desperately at the headboard as he let the cries spill freely now, his entire being trembling under his Alpha’s dominance.

“Alph—ah!” Taehyung’s cry broke into a sob, his words dissolving into incoherent pleads. His hands clawed at the sheets beneath him, grasping for something—anything—to anchor himself.

“Louder,” Jungkook commanded, his voice sharp and cutting through the room like a whip. “Let it out. I want to hear everything.”

“P-please,” Taehyung stammered, his voice barely audible between his broken cries. “It’s too much… I can’t…”

“You’ll take it,” Jungkook interrupted coldly, his tone laced with finality. “Every last bit. Don’t act like you didn’t know this was coming.”

Taehyung’s sobs grew louder, unrestrained now as his body quaked under the weight of Jungkook’s dominance. His cries echoed through the room, raw and helpless, a stark contrast to Jungkook’s calm, controlled presence.

“Good,” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s damp hair.

Jungkook’s grip on Taehyung’s hips tightened as he shifted positions, effortlessly lifting the Omega’s hips higher off the mattress. The change made Taehyung gasp, his breath hitching as his chest pressed harder into the sheets, his trembling arms barely able to keep him steady.

“You’re shaking,” Jungkook observed coldly, his voice cutting through Taehyung’s broken sobs. He tilted his head, as though mocking the display of fear beneath him. “Scared, little Omega?”

Taehyung couldn’t respond, his lips trembling too much to form words. His body tensed when Jungkook ran a hand down the curve of his spine, a sharp contrast to the relentless force of his hips. The touch was almost gentle—but it carried an undercurrent of control that sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine.

“Answer me,” Jungkook growled, his tone darkening as he pressed his weight forward, driving himself deeper.

“Y-yes,” Taehyung finally managed, his voice muffled against the sheets. “Alpha, please—”

“Good,” Jungkook interrupted, his grip shifting to pin Taehyung’s wrists above his head, forcing him down completely. “I like it when you’re honest.”

Taehyung’s muffled cries grew louder as Jungkook’s thrusts slowed, deliberately dragging out each movement. Every time Taehyung’s body tensed in response, Jungkook leaned closer, his breath hot against the back of Taehyung’s neck.

“Cry all you want,” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear. “No one’s coming for you. No one can hear you but me.”

Taehyung’s body shook violently at the words, fresh tears spilling onto the sheets beneath him. His voice cracked as he whimpered, “Alpha, it hurts—”

Jungkook paused for a moment, his hand sliding up to grip Taehyung’s jaw, forcing his head to the side so their eyes met. Taehyung’s face was flushed, streaked with tears, his lips parted as though searching for the right words to beg.

“That’s not my problem,” Jungkook said, his tone sharp and unyielding. His thumb brushed over Taehyung’s trembling lower lip before he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “You’re mine, Taehyung. You exist for this.”

Taehyung closed his eyes tightly, his sobs growing louder as Jungkook resumed his pace, harder this time, his grip on the Omega’s wrists like iron. The headboard rattled faintly with the force, the room filled with the harsh symphony of broken cries and Jungkook’s ragged breaths.

“You’re so loud,” Jungkook murmured, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Keep going. Let it out. I want to hear you scream for me.”

Taehyung’s body jerked, his hoarse cries echoing through the room, his voice raw with desperation. Every sound was a mix of pain, fear, and helplessness, feeding into the intensity Jungkook thrived on.

“Good boy,” Jungkook muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His hands roamed lower again, gripping Taehyung’s hips so tightly it left marks. “You take everything so well. Maybe I’ll let you rest after I’m finished with you. If you’ve earned it.”

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It had been hours, and Jungkook showed no signs of stopping. Taehyung’s body was sore, trembling beneath him, but the Alpha kept pushing, his thrusts unrelenting. The overwhelming pressure built inside him, each movement more forceful than the last, as if Jungkook was determined to take him to the edge and beyond.

Jungkook’s pace quickened, the force of his thrusts growing erratic, as if his control was slipping. Taehyung could feel the shift—the way Jungkook’s grip tightened, his breathing deepened, and the low growl that reverberated in his chest sent shivers of dread through Taehyung’s trembling body.

“Alpha,” Taehyung whimpered weakly, his voice cracked from crying, but there was no strength left in his protests. His wrists ached under Jungkook’s iron grip, pinned above his head as his body remained at the Alpha’s mercy.

“Shh,” Jungkook muttered, his voice thick and heavy with need. “It’s coming, Omega. You’re going to take everything I give you.”

Taehyung’s stomach dropped at the realization of what Jungkook meant. He shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “N-no… Alpha, please! Don’t—”

Jungkook didn’t falter. If anything, Taehyung’s fear spurred him on, his grip on the Omega’s hips tightening as he pulled him closer, burying himself to the hilt. Taehyung’s back arched involuntarily, his body reacting to the sheer force despite his mind screaming in protest.

“You don’t get a choice,” Jungkook growled, his voice a guttural rumble that made Taehyung’s breath hitch. “This is what you’re meant for. You’ll take my knot and hold it like a good Omega.”

Taehyung’s sobs grew louder, raw and unrestrained, filling the room as Jungkook’s pace turned almost brutal, his movements fueled by the primal need to claim. Each thrust drove him deeper, the overwhelming sensation making Taehyung’s body tremble uncontrollably.

And then Taehyung felt it—the stretch, the sudden pressure as Jungkook’s knot began to swell. His eyes widened, panic flooding his senses.

“A-Alpha, no! It’s too much—” he sobbed, struggling weakly against Jungkook’s hold. But the Alpha held him firm, his weight pressing Taehyung down, ensuring there was no escape.

“Take it,” Jungkook hissed, his voice dark and commanding. He growled low in his throat as he pushed harder, forcing the knot inside. “You can handle it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Taehyung cried out sharply as the knot locked them together, the overwhelming stretch leaving him gasping for air. His entire body trembled violently, his mind spinning as he tried to process the intense sensation.

Jungkook groaned deeply, his head falling forward as he buried himself fully, the knot securing them in place. His hands roamed Taehyung’s quivering body, a possessive touch that left no doubt of his dominance.

“That’s it,” Jungkook murmured, his tone softening slightly as his hips stilled, the bond between them sealed. “Look at you. Perfectly filled with my cum with your little hole stretched out.”

Taehyung sobbed weakly, his body limp and exhausted, unable to do anything but endure the weight of Jungkook above him. The Alpha’s hand trailed up his spine, his touch almost tender now, though his voice remained firm.

“You’re going to stay like this,” Jungkook said, his lips brushing against the back of Taehyung’s neck. “No running. No hiding. You’re mine to claim, and this knot is proof of it.”

Taehyung’s cries grew quieter, his body too drained to resist further. He could feel every throb of the knot, a constant reminder of Jungkook’s control.