“I think you should leave,” Taehyung grumbles from his spot on the couch. He has his head lowered, elbows resting on his knees, and glance shifty. He has been unable to look at Jungkook since he arrived in the apartment.
The rigidness in his body is the clear evidence-he doesn't want Jungkook here. Plain and Simple.
Jungkook puts the bag full of snacks on the counter, all Taehyung's favourite because he knew the alpha needed something during his rut, and sighs.
“I said I'd help you out, Tae. I’m not leaving.”
“You don’t know how I get,” Taehyung grits. His voice has dropped and Jungkook feels the tone colliding with his inner wolf. His alpha doesn’t like that. “I’d destroy you.”
Jungkook watches him run his shaking fingers down his face. He smells stressed and agitated. Jungkook remembers his rut and how cranky he tends to get but Taehyung's stubbornness is starting to get on his nerves.
Taehyung knows he can’t leave him like this because he is stubborn by default. Additionally, it goes against Jungkook's nature. He has been tending to the other alpha since they were small pups, and seeing him this overwrought and unnerved is hurting him too.
Now that Jungkook has committed to not hurting him anymore, he wants to do everything in his prowess to curtail Taehyung’s pain.
Jungkook understands that Taehyung plans to spend his rut alone, scared of asking for help from any omega because his ruts are always demanding.
While he is gentle in general - all warm smiles and soothing words, he is afraid of losing control. To let people see this side and judge him.
But Jungkook believes that if anyone can help Taehyung during his ruts, it’d be him. He is an alpha. Bites and bruises don't scare him.
Also, the thought of anyone else near him makes his alpha angry. And possessive. And so jealous.
“Then fucking leave.”
Jungkook's heart aches realizing that he isn't needed here.
"Jungkook.." Taehyung grunts when the other alpha doesn't move from his place. There's a warning laced in the tone.
Instead, he steps closer to the cranky alpha, hoping to soothe him when Taehyung suddenly growls. Bares his canines. “Why don't you listen to me?”
A red hue has started shrouding his irises and Jungkook freezes. He speaks tentatively. “Let me help you, Tae-”
Jungkook finds himself slammed against the wall with Taehyung’s palm wrapped around his neck. He squeezes the windpipe, face red with exertion.
“How are you gonna help me, alpha?” Taehyung speaks through his teeth. “Have you ever been fucked before?”
Jungkook’s face blazes. “Tae-”
Taehyung's other hand gropes his ass. “Did you let other omegas fuck you? Is that why you’re so desperate for my cock. Wanna know how well an alpha fucks?”
Jungkook growls, shame burning deep. He presses his hands onto Taehyung’s chest and pushes him away. Which leads to Taehyung’s eyes twisting into slits and then he’s pouncing on Jungkook.
But Jungkook is fast and he ducks, moves around Taehyung, and wraps his arms around the raging alpha's waist as he presses himself to Taehyung’s back.
“Shh..I got you.”
Taehyung only writhes in his hold and when Jungkook doesn’t let go of him, he brings his hand up to grab Jungkook’s hair. Pulls them until Jungkook feels his scalp burn. He lets go when Taehyung’s claws come out and he starts scraping Jungkook’s hands wrapped around him.
“Fuck. You’re an asshole.” Jungkook glares as he puts some distance between them while cradling his arm.
Taehyung has the audacity to smirk.
He takes a step forward, eyes glowing and scent heightened. He looks every bit menacing. And it’s so different from the warm Taehyung he has known growing up that he gets thrown off guard.
“What did you just call me?”
He’s moving forwards toward him, and while Jungkook has never seen Taehyung’s alpha side in the flesh, he thinks he is definitely feral right now. Untamed. Riled up.
Jungkook gets chilled to the bone. There is a tingle inside him that’s whispering that he shouldn’t aggravate Taehyung more. He is here to help him in his rut and he should submit. Should put his pride aside and let Taehyung have his way with him.
But he feels stimulated as they continue to play this game of tug of war. Seeing Taehyung like this- out of his mind, lust crowding his senses; Jungkook’s alpha wants to challenge. Because Taehyung never fights.
He didn’t when Jungkook started courting other omegas, he didn’t when Jungkook eventually decided to give up and move on.
“I called you an asshole. But I think I should call you a pup instead because you and alpha?” Jungkook chuckles. “It isn’t in your blood.”
Taehyung’s nose flares, heavy pants fall out in rapid succession. Jungkook continues. "You wanna fuck me, Taehyungie? Can you do that? Does it have in you to fuck me? You're a fucking weakling. You can't —"
The next instant Taehyung has Jungkook’s jaw in a rough hold while his other hand claws down Jungkook’s shirt. Shredding into pieces. Leaving his torso bare.
“You want to see my alpha, Jungkook-ah?” Taehyung spits. His voice is terrifyingly low and Jungkook resists the shiver that threatens to break out. “I’ll show it to you then.”
His other hand roughly grabs Jungkook’s hair, tilting his head in a quick motion until Jungkook’s scent gland is left exposed.
Jungkook’s fists clench at the brutal handling and before he can do anything, Taehyung bites down. Hard.
Jungkook violently whimpers, feeling weak and helpless as Taehyung sinks his canines. Just shy of cracking his skin.
And it’s wrong. No alpha should be baring his neck to other alpha, letting him get claimed. It’s wrong. So wrong.
Yet when Taehyung begins to move him backward, his fingers digging deep into his face; Jungkook doesn’t resist.
At once he is slammed into the bed and Taehyung is climbing on top of him, pinning his hands above his head.
“I am going to fuck you so hard, alpha, you’d forget about every omega you’ve been with.” He leans down. “I’ll make you my breeding bitch.”
Jungkook’s alpha roars inside him. Protests and Thrashes. “I’m not your fucking omega.”
Jungkook tries to snarl but the words come out choked. The mark has begun to sting, rendering him sluggish.
Taehyung’s face morphs into anger. “I don’t want an omega.” He uses his knees to spread Jungkook’s legs. “I want you and I'm going to have you.”
All the air leaves Jungkook’s lungs at the words. Taehyung forcefully tears Jungkook’s jeans, leaving him naked and exposed.
Heat builds in his gut at seeing Taehyung being this animalistic.
Like he’s hanging on a loose thread, only a step away from lunging off a cliff to insanity. Jungkook wants to break that thread.
When Taehyung lets go of his hands, Jungkook keeps them pinned above his head.
He squirms when Taehyung roughly wraps his hand around Jungkook’s leaking cock.
“Useless,” Taehyung murmurs.
“Not useless when I’ve fucked dozens of omegas with this.” Jungkook says. Waits.
Taehyung looks at him with a blank face. A sudden calmness enveloping him. And Jungkook knows that thread has finally snapped.
As soon as the words come out, Jungkook feels a sharp sting.
His cock. Taehyung just hit his cock. It throbs and as soon as Jungkook processes it, another slap is placed soon after. Jungkook whimpers at the sting as it disperses all over his length.
“This,” Taehyung strokes his cock roughly, without much friction, and then pushes his thumb on its slit, making Jungkook arch at the overestimation, “belongs to me. No one gets to have it inside them. It’s only mine to play with. Do you understand?”
Jungkook breathes harshly. Taehyung grabs his throat, applies pressure until tears threaten to spill out, and demands angrily. His eyes are wild, dancing with possessiveness. And jealousy. Jungkook’s alpha loves it.
“Fucking answer me.”
Jungkook resists his urge to say, ‘yes, alpha’ and barely manages to squeak out a meek yes.
Taehyung smiles pleased.
The approval on his face compels Jungkook’s body to go lax. He likes it. He likes making Taehyung happy.
Jungkook’s cock twitches and he feels his hole flutter. The effect must be noticeable to Taehyung because suddenly he is pushing Jungkook’s legs to his chest and thrusting his tongue inside Jungkook’s hole.
Jungkook is mortified. He never touched himself there before, this new foreign territory that Taehyung is claiming is so out of his alpha’s instincts. He tries to close his legs. Instead, he is met with a harsh slap on his ass.
“Behave pup. And I might use spit to fuck you.”
Jungkook moans and it spurs Taehyung on. A hot tongue pushes between his ass cheeks roughly and abruptly. Saliva drips on his perineum as the alpha licks at his hole hungrily. Breaching his rim.
Big palms grope his cheeks without a care.
Jungkook’s head feels cloudy, mouth open to let out the filthiest sounds. He thinks that he never made anyone else cry this loud, his moans putting everyone to shame, and it’s only with Taehyung eating him out.
“So tight.” Taehyung gives his hole a slap and then takes off his shirt and lowers his sweatpants to pull out his cock.
It’s huge. Jungkook gulps, eyeing the knot at the base and realizing how much he’s not prepared for it. His hole isn’t stretched enough.
Taehyung spits on his hand and strokes his cock to full length, all while watching Jungkook’s ass.
Color floods Jungkook’s cheeks and then Taehyung looks at him. “You must be desperate for this, huh? Since you decided to give your virginity to an alpha in a rut.”
Jungkook opens his mouth to refuse. Instead, Taehyung shoves his fingers inside it. “Make it wet. This is all you’re getting.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen.
He runs his tongue along the fingers but it seems Taehyung is impatient as he gags Jungkook, thrusting them inside his mouth until Jungkook is choking on them. Drool spills out, his lips bright and shiny and Taehyung watches him with hunger in his eyes.
“Doing so well, pup.” Taehyung praises, while he uses the other hand’s fingers to push inside his hole. “I’m gonna fuck you so well. Won’t you like that?”
Jungkook’s heartbeat picks up as Taehyung thrusts his index finger inside his hole. The friction burns but he can’t say anything with his mouth gagged. He lets Taehyung control everything.
He knows it's against every fiber of his instincts, letting be dominated and used by an alpha in rut but that’s what Jungkook signed up for when he agreed to come here.
He has heard stories of Taehyung’s ruts, how when he decided to spend it with one omega a few years back, she came back bruised and exhausted within a day. Said she couldn’t handle it. Everything was so intense.
Since then, Jungkook has always been curious about his best friend’s ruts, hoping to witness something of that sort. But for that, he had to ask Taehyung. But he couldn’t. Not when he was already with someone else.
Jungkook thinks it’s his way of letting go of guilt. Of hurting Taehyung willingly. Being shitty and so so despicable.
He knows at that time he wasn’t ready to be with another alpha, so he decided to cling to the first omega he came across.
Three years, Taehyung witnessed their relationship on the sidelines.
Taehyung didn’t hook up much and it all made Jungkook’s heart ache.
The longing and the loaded looks thrown his way while Jungkook paraded his boyfriend. Kissing him in front of Taehyung so that he could prove that he didn't want an alpha. All it did was make Taehyung distance.
He remembers how he shattered his best friend’s heart into pieces. And how he was ruining himself too. Hoping and wishing and praying that he didn't have feelings. And Taehyung. Sweet Taehyung. Didn't even say a word.
So, he lets Taehyung pull his fingers out of his mouth. Let him shove two of them all at once inside his hole. Let it all burn.
Jungkook whimpers at the discomfort, back arching as Taehyung begins to fuck his fingers roughly. In and out. Violent. Faster.
When Taehyung finally pushes inside him, his cock heavy and girthy and far bigger than what he is ready to take, he welcomes the burn. His insides protest but Taehyung doesn’t stop, keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until tears begin to flow down Jungkook’s face.
A sob breaks out and through all this, Taehyung finally seats fully inside him.
The first one to ever claim like this.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers through a hoarse throat. He feels the fullness. The claim mark on his scent gland hurts. His hands hurt from Taehyung’s cuts and his heart hurts because the whole situation is so fucked up. He yearns for comfort.“Kiss me.”
Taehyung pulls his cock out and thrusts back. So hard, Jungkook feels the headboard shaking. “You think you deserve it?”
Another thrust, Jungkook’s body winces. “Please, Tae, Please…”
He pleads for the first time but Taehyung only increases his pace. Pounds him with all his might.
“Bad pup,” Taehyung tsks.
The words scorch Jungkook. He can’t believe Taehyung is being this cruel.
Taehyung slaps his ass. The pain shuts Jungkook up.
“You hurt me,” Taehyung growls. He grabs Jungkook’s jaw. “You’d come to me with bite marks on your neck, showing them off. Pretending that I wasn’t bothered by them, pretending I wasn’t hurt. You hurt me. So much.”
Jungkook remembers the time when he promised to marry Taehyung. Vowed to protect him. Ten-year-old Jungkook had no idea.
He gasps when Taehyung rams into his prostate and pleasure shoots through his body.
Taehyung spits in his mouth.
Jungkook does as he’s told.
It’s when Taehyung licks at his scent gland again, Jungkook feels all sorts of awareness leave his body. He feels a sense of calm. Taehyung’s heady scent engulfs him fully. Petrichor. It’s fused with the essence of arousal and anger.
Jungkook wants to take it all away. So he spreads his legs wider and wraps them around Taehyung’s waist. Makes himself ready and willing so that Taehyung can unload all of his resentment over his body. Bruises and marks will heal. Scarred soul won’t.
And Taehyung is so battered. It bleeds out of him. So much that Jungkook hates himself.
“Harder,” Jungkook whispers, despite his protesting frame.
Taehyung gives him that.
He places one elbow beside Jungkook’s face and uses the other palm to run over Jungkook’s weeping face. Gaze intense as Jungkook keeps moaning as his prostate is being assaulted with vicious thrusts.
It feels like he’s enjoying Jungkook being ruined. He briefly wonders whether Taehyung's alpha is satisfied now that he has another alpha under him. Broken and bedded. Taking everything given to him. Laced with not an ounce of love and tenderness.
Jungkook doesn’t even realize he has come all over his stomach.
“Look at you,” Taehyung murmurs as he caresses Jungkook’s wet cheek, “you were made for this.”
Jungkook nods dumbly. All fight gone.
I wanted to do this since I found you fucking that omega. He was moaning under you and it was so damn annoying because I knew I could make you scream louder. And I did.”
Jungkook vaguely remembers that time. How Taehyung had barged into his room while he was balls deep inside his ex. The anger on the alpha’s face. They didn’t talk for a month after that.
“Although I thought of fucking you then and there and making him see how you were made for me.” Taehyung grits with another sharp slam of his hips.
“I-I would have lo-love that.” Jungkook slurs.
“What? Me grabbing your ass and pushing my cock inside you?”
Jungkook licks his lips as the image burns inside his head. Of Taehyung claiming him. “Y-yeah. I would have resisted initially. So you could force..” He swallows.
Taehyung rubs his cheek and slaps him across his face. “So dirty. You’re so dirty, pup.”
Jungkook moans at the pain. His ears ring at the force, and hole clutches tightly until Taehyung falters and groans.
“Would let-let you do an-anything,” Jungkook whispers crazed.
“Anything huh?” Taehyung smirks.
Jungkook nods. Utters the words he has been preventing to spill out all night. “Yes. You’re my alpha. Anything for alpha.”
Taehyung’s smell sharpens. Arousal flares up. “What did you say?”
Jungkook’s eyes turn droopy. “My alpha.”
Jungkook moans when Taehyung suddenly pulls out. His hole clenches around the air. Empty.
“Say that again.” Taehyung almost growls. Voice rough, face a mix of emotions.
“You’re my alpha. And I’m yours.”
Jungkook’s breath knocks out of his lungs with force when Taehyung finally kisses him. It’s all wet and messy. Sloppy even. But it still serves as a balm over his blistered heart, assuaging all hurt. When Taehyung pushes his tongue inside, Jungkook surrenders.
Let his alpha- Taehyung take the lead. It’s always meant to be like this. Taehyung his alpha. His and his only. And Jungkook belongs to him. No one else.
He finally feels the click. Years of suppressing what his heart desired, he has finally submitted to his cravings. He doesn’t care what the world thinks because the universe has destined him to mate with Taehyung. Everything else is a hoax.
When Taehyung pulls back, his eyes have softened a bit. But the smell of arousal is still pungent. Jungkook shudders thinking about what awaits him next.
“You taste so sweet,” Taehyung says under his breath, gliding his thumb over Jungkook’s lips. “Your throat would feel so good around my cock.”
Jungkook groans. Taehyung climbs over him, his thighs bracketing Jungkook’s face and then he is pushing his tip inside Jungkook’s open and eager mouth and thrusts.
Jungkook trembles as he feels the cock caress the muscle of his esophagus, choking him in the process.
Taehyung only gives a little room to breathe before he’s pushing inside again. Fucking his throat in long and relentless thrusts. Jungkook’s throat burns.
When Taehyung finally pulls back, Jungkook coughs, gasping for breath.
“I need everyone to know that you’re mine,” Taehyung snarls as he fists his cock. The movement is urgent as if he is desperate to prove something.
‘I cause this,’ Jungkook thinks bitterly.
“Come on my face.”
Taehyung stops. “What?”
“Paint my face with your cum.”
Taehyung’s gaze wanders all over his face. As if he’s seeing him for the first time. His eyes are still blazing red, body trembling with shivers because the rut is taking a toll on him, however, he considers the proposition.
A quick nod.
And Jungkook closes his eyes when the first spurt of cum falls on his face.
Jungkook senses Taehyung’s alpha’s happy howl. It is palpable. The giddiness swirls in the air. He inhales every speck and allows it to calm his inner wolf.
Indulge him with a tiny sliver of glee and euphoria.
Thick ropes of cum drop on his lips, cheeks, closed eyelids, and forehead. Some of it falls on his hair and when Taehyung finally stops grunting, Jungkook opens his eyes and gazes up at him.
“How do I look?”
Taehyung tilts his chin up with his index finger. “Mine.”
Jungkook finally lets a ghost of a smile play on his lips. “Do you like it?”
Instead of answering, Taehyung smears the cum all over his neck and chest.
“Satisfied?” Jungkook asks again.
The alpha gulps, looks away, and gives a jerky nod. The action is achingly endearing.
However, the delicate atmosphere doesn’t last long. Taehyung quickly pulls away, stands on the edge of the bed, grabs Jungkook’s ankle, and pulls him down.
“Gonna knot you.”
“What? Is my pup scared?”
He shakes his head. He wants it though, he can barely contain the thrill from engulfing him fully.
“Good. Now get on all fours.”
Jungkook does as commanded. When he raises his ass, Taehyung grabs him and adjusts his hips accordingly. And then he’s lining up his cock again. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the thick length enter him, this time stretching him to the limit.
Jungkook grabs the sheet tightly, bracing himself as Taehyung thrusts himself into him, and quickly set up a rhythm. Each thrust draws a moan out of Jungkook’s tired mouth, throat constricting and heavy from the earlier treatment.
Taehyung pushes his palms between his shoulders until Jungkook’s upper body is flushed into the bed, and then he grabs onto Jungkook’s back of the neck as his knot begins inflating in size. Jungkook gasps as he feels Taehyung’s cum pour into his ass.
It seems to go on forever, each thrust filling him up completely.
Taehyung’s fingers dig painfully into his neck, and he hears the other alpha growl, as he gets knotted finally.
Jungkook’s whole body shivers and then it’s deafening silence. They are both breathing heavily. Exhausted. Taehyung runs his palms over Jungkook’s back, and then he is enveloped in soothing pheromones.
Jungkook snuggles into the heavenly scent. He doesn’t question why he is finding other alpha’s scent comforting when he should be disgusted. The answer is glaringly obvious- It’s Taehyung's.
Taehyung pulls out enough so that he can turn Jungkook around. The other alpha winces at the action. Everything aches. He knows a bruise is forming on his face and his arm is in need of a bandaid. But he lays there in the warm embrace of Taehyung's odor.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks tentatively as he hovers above him. He raises his hand to touch Jungkook’s face, hesitates, and lets it fall down.
Sensing the oncoming awkwardness, Jungkook opens his arms. “Lay with me.”
Taehyung seems unsure. He bites his lip and Jungkook feels like a fool. Ofcourse a fuck won’t change anything between them. He expected too much.
Deep in his thoughts, eyes on the verge of tearing up, he doesn’t notice Taehyung moving over him until he is lying in his arms.
Jungkook immediately wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, one hand cradling the back of his head.
He runs soothing circles on Taehyung’s back. Touching. Then touching some more. Taking whatever Taehyung is willing to give him in such a vulnerable moment.
“Fuck I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control.”
“No,” Taehyung protests, and the heaviness in his voice prompts Jungkook to pull at his face until he is looking at him. His eyes are watery. “I’m so-sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Look at me.”
When Taehyung finally does, a painful whimper escapes his lips. “I slapped-”
Jungkook cuts him off. “And I liked it.”
“It’s fucked up. I’m so fucked up. I shouldn’t-”
Jungkook kisses him. Presses his lips in a deep and hard kiss until Taehyung responds. Until Jungkook shivers and a small whimper escapes his mouth, immediately swallowed down by Taehyung. He cradles Taehyung’s face like he is made of glass.
Pouring all pent-up feelings and guilt into it.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes when they pull apart. He looks dazed. A deep red blush on his face.
“Why..” Taehyung asks, “why did you kiss me?”
“Can’t you see it, Taehyung?” Jungkook reasons, "You're the man I promised to marry."
Taehyung kisses him this time. His tongue delves deeper into his mouth, palm running over his tiny waist.
Jungkook gets lost in the sensation.
When Jungkook blinks his eyes awake, he finds his body cleaned up. He turns to his side, hands searching for the other alpha but the bed is empty.
He sits up. Groans when the sudden movement earns him a sharp pang.
"Taehyung," he calls out, throat closing up at the sudden onslaught of emotions. Panic surges through him when no answer comes.
"Tae." He calls out loudly this time. Tears blur his vision. He knows he hurt Taehyung in the past but he doesn't deserve to be thrown out like a ragdoll. Not when he's willing to give up everything for him. He can't believe Taehyung would leave him like this. After everything.
Jungkook touches his lips. Today was the first time they ever kissed. And was all of it a trick? He knows Taehyung didn't promise him anything but..
"Tae..," his voice breaks.
"Did you call me—"
At the familiar voice, Jungkook finally breaks. Tears spill out. His chest heaves with the force. He slumps his face in his hands.
He feels fingers running over him but he can't make sense. Another sob rips out of his throat when Taehyung pulls him onto his lap.
"I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Taehyung keeps whispering as he hugs him close.
Jungkook clings to him. Burrows his face into Taehyung's neck. He needs to scent him. He can't..
The thought of Taehyung leaving him scares him to death. He can't do it.
He drags his nose through Taehyung's throat. Doesn't notice the way Taehyung's eyes roll back as he gives access to him. Doesn't notice the way Taehyung's fingers dig into his back.
He busies himself with scenting his alpha. He needs this. So much.
"Are you feeling alright?" Taehyung asks when Jungkook finally slumps into him.
Jungkook sniffles in response.
"I didn't l-leave you," Taehyung's voice turns wobbly, "You know I can't leave you. Ever. You mean so much to me."
Jungkook tightens his arms around Taehyung's neck.
"I have always felt so much for you, Jungkook-ah. I can't make it stop."
Fresh tears fill up Jungkook's eyes. "Don-don't stop."
Taehyung rocks him. "Why can't I have you?"
"You have me now," Jungkook wraps himself fully. Squeezes. "I'm here. Please have me. Pl-please."
"Will you leave me again?"
Jungkook shakes his head. "No no. I won't. I promise."
Taehyung kisses his shoulder. A flutter inside Jungkook's stomach.
"Wanna re-start?" A tentative question.
Jungkook moves back. Takes in the sight of his Taehyungie. He never ceases to be beautiful and even now with an uncertain smile on his face, he still shines between these bedroom walls.
Their foreheads touch. Soft. "Okay."
Jungkook mirrors the hesitant smile. "Okay."
(a/b/o) taekookau— heartbeat
For Taehyung, being Jungkook's bodyguard comes in three parts:
1. Escorting the omega on his dates to his soon-to-be engaged mate.
2. Helping the omega in his heat without falling for him.
3. Failing no. 2