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Crystal glasses of wine, formal attire, chandeliers, lively conversations, bustling staff, and an atmosphere of celebration.
This was the mood inside the Kang mansion on that early afternoon. Pale sunlight bathed the space in gold. The clock finally struck noon after a chaotic morning of preparations for the ceremony.
The names Kang Taewoo and Kim Seokjin dominated celebrity trending topics; the most influential couple of the year. And, as expected by the public and their families, they were getting married.
The union was an inevitable outcome, the result of months of planning to ensure everything went perfectly. There was no more important media topic than the joining of the Kang and Kim families.
And everything was going as planned—except for one detail, or rather, one person who was not on the guest list.
Wearing a trench coat, a mask, black leather gloves, and moving with feline precision, a mysterious figure climbed the estate using an extension cord connected to a second-floor window.
The security team, too busy checking the guest list, left the back of the house exposed, creating the perfect scenario for an intruder.
The long-awaited day was not only awaited by the bride and groom.
The window gave way without resistance or sound. The boot sank into the luxurious carpet.
Success.
That would have been the outcome of his infiltration.
If not for an unexpected presence in the room.
Broad shoulders hidden beneath a white suit.
A man brushed his cheeks with translucent pink powder. His other hand held a mirror that, to the intruder’s misfortune, revealed his arrival.
Before he had time to hide, large, bright eyes met his.
With an expression of horror that threatened to turn into a scream, the man’s mouth was covered in the blink of an eye.
A deep, muffled voice echoed near his ear.
— Quiet… I just came to take a few things and I’ll leave. Either you cooperate, or I—
Near the door, the sound of muffled footsteps grew louder.
In a desperate act, and out of lack of options, the man dressed in white was dragged into a dark space, with only small gaps of light and the smell of new clothes. The same ones hanging on the racks, brushing against the intruder’s leather coat.
The door opened and closed cautiously. Through the gap, the masked man recognized Kang Taewoo, and the man in his arms did as well, since his movements suddenly became frantic as he struggled violently. The hangers rattled as he grunted against the glove, forcing his attacker to react quickly and press a blade against his neck covered by the suit.
His movements stopped and he swallowed hard, trembling at what might come if he kept resisting.
His heartbeat accelerated and his eyes squeezed shut, silently hoping someone would save him.
From outside the closet, Kang Taewoo’s voice could be heard.
— You’re being paranoid, Da-hye… No, I’m alone, you can come in.
The intruder maintained the same cold posture, now calmer than before since the man in white had gone quiet. He could still feel his rapid breathing against his gloved hand, but the attention outside had shifted elsewhere.
They remained like that for minutes, sharing the same air. The man in the suit shrank back, trying to distance himself, but there was nowhere to go. The movement only brought them closer. The blade hovered centimeters away from sealing his fate. The thick coat fabric brushed against fine ceremonial clothing. There was no worse day to be robbed.
And as if being terrified of the intruder wasn’t enough, he also had to worry about Kang Taewoo acting suspiciously outside.
A discomfort made the intruder frown beneath his mask. The smell of new clothes suddenly mixed with a bitter scent that caught his attention. His victim seemed restless, eyes fixed on Kang Taewoo, who was typing on his phone. From time to time, he sipped champagne from a glass he had likely picked up earlier.
The intruder recognized that face. It was hard not to. Kang Taewoo was the son of a serious chaebol family, arrogant and respected. An only son who resembled his father and spoke proudly of his surname. Unlike his father’s rigid demeanor, he was charismatic and easily gained people’s trust. At least, that was what the media said. The intruder didn’t really believe it.
A few seconds later, the door opened again, this time more hesitantly.
A woman.
She scanned the room twice before entering and closing the door carefully.
Her elegant heels tapped softly on the floor. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows were furrowed, her forehead creased in irritation, unlike Taewoo, who seemed quite relaxed.
— Are you insane, Taewoo?! — she whispered angrily, checking their surroundings. — If someone sees us—
Before she could finish, Taewoo stood and kissed her.
The chaebol pressed her waist as she melted into him. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled away, breathing heavily.
Inside the closet, the hostage’s eyes widened. His breathing became uneven. The intruder noticed and tightened his grip slightly.
— Relax… — Taewoo said calmly, sitting back down and pulling her onto his lap. — Everyone’s busy downstairs, and Seokjin is probably somewhere getting ready.
— How thoughtful of a husband you are – the woman said sarcastically with a disdainful expression.
— The journalists disagree with you – the man replied, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his suit pocket.
— Because they don't really know you — he calmly pointed out after the chaebol lit the cigarette and blew some smoke in his face.
The man stretched his arms across the divan while the woman in his lap settled more comfortably and played with his black tie. They weren't far from looking like a pimp and a prostitute.
— Are you really going to do this? — the female voice asked, almost whispering.
— Do what? — Taewoo blew the smoke upwards. The cigarette burned slowly, drawing the woman's attention, who took it and inhaled.
– Get married — she replied, returning the puff of smoke to her fiancé's face.
Kang Taewoo laughed as if he found the question amusing and took the cigarette back.
— It's too late to give up.
Da-hye stared at him seriously.
— So that's how it's going to be?— she asked, wrapping her hand around his neck —...and what about us?
The luxurious bracelet rubbed against the back of his tailored suit.
— We'll continue as always.— he replied as if it were obvious.
He held the woman's slender wrist and placed a kiss on her palm, making her smile.
That was enough for the fiancé who was hiding. He heard every word and saw every touch. There was no room for doubt anymore. Taewoo really was having an affair.
The pain he felt inside was so great that he forgot he had a man threatening his safety.
The bitterness grew stronger. Almost palpable. Which did not go unnoticed by the masked man. Pain and omega rejection. An unpleasant fragrance of dead flowers that disturbed his instincts. It was natural for alphas to have the instinct to protect omegas, and however absurd the situation they were in now, the rule still applied. His jaw clenched before he even realized what was happening.
Damn it. That's all I needed.
Trapped in a closet with a rejected omega.
— So why are you getting married? If we're going to keep seeing each other...— asked the voice from outside the closet.
Taewoo looked up as if thinking briefly.
— He's perfect for the husband role. Handsome, well-born, docile… he's good for everything I need. And I'm not the only one interested, but I got here first.— He smiled at the end of the sentence.
Da-hye rolled her eyes at the list, but understood; in the end, it was all about appearances. That's how their lives worked.
— Are you going to mark him?
— Are you crazy? Of course not.— Taewoo said without hesitation, taking one last drag of his luxurious cigarette.
The words were the final stake in the omega's already wounded heart in the closet. His scent was so strong it made the alpha feel suffocated.
This was a problem, not only for his own emotions, but also for the intruder, since both could be discovered.
He was about to threaten him again, but hesitated when he noticed the dampness on his gloves.
Tears fell like rain.
Tremors. Not of fear, but of an inner turmoil.
He suffered without making a sound.
The thief was confused until he connected the dots.
Judging by his reaction and the white clothing similar to Taewoo's, that must be Kim Seokjin.
The groom. The groom who had just discovered he was being betrayed on his wedding day.
What the hell.
It wasn't his business, but he needed to resolve the current situation for his own safety; he had no choice.
He lowered the knife and slowly loosened his grip, testing the other's reaction.
To his relief, he didn't try to call for help.
The only sound present was his labored breathing.
Seokjin himself brought his hands to his mouth to avoid making a sound.
"Shit..." cursed the masked man.
He huffed and, following his instincts, opened his leather overcoat, wrapping the fabric around his slender, trembling body.
Seokjin jolted slightly, but didn’t pull away.
The material muffled his pheromones, but it wasn’t enough. They were still intense, filling the air.
Damn it—what else could he even do in a situation like this?
He pondered.
The intruder gritted his teeth. His calming pheromones spread through the air, taking over. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about what he was doing.
His scent was wet grass and sandalwood, neutralizing the distressing pheromones.
— They’re already leaving... — the deep voice whispered near his ear, straining to sound gentle.
He had to do everything he could to calm the omega down, or they were screwed.
He kept holding him tightly. To make him feel safe, as ironic as that was. He kept his breathing steady, his chest rising and falling slowly so the omega could match it.
He wasn’t sure it was working.
But his doubts faded when the other’s breathing started to sync with his. Seokjin leaned into the warmth of those muscles and the soothing scent. It wasn’t where he was supposed to find comfort, yet he still felt less panicked.
The voices grew distant and muffled.
Even though there was nothing left to fear, the thief kept holding the omega in his arms. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of the tank top he was wearing.
Broad shoulders. Nearly the same height. And yet he still looked small in his arms.
The glittering gaze beneath smeared makeup met his golden eyes. Tear-stained cheeks flushed from crying.
A beautiful omega, ready to get married, hiding in the dimness of a closet.
Theoretically, this was supposed to be the most special day of his life.
They only realized they were alone when they heard the door shut, making both of them look away. Back to reality, the intruder stepped out of the warmth and closed his coat.
Seokjin didn’t have the strength to move.
Silence.
Dense.
Painful.
— You... can breathe now. — the muffled voice said through the mask, cautious and hesitant. Almost awkward.
What was he supposed to do now?
The omega put a hand over his face and leaned against the closet wall as if trying to hide.
— Do you know who I am...? — the man asked in a low voice, as if he barely used his throat.
The answer came late, simple.
— I heard your name.
A bitter laugh.
— Great.
More silence.
— So you came here to steal and ended up enjoying it even more. — he smiled bitterly, humiliation burning in his veins.
— Ah... that’s not exactly my idea of fun. — the other replied honestly.
Seokjin stopped smiling.
— Neither is mine.
The air was still suffocating inside.
— ...aren’t you going to ask for help?
— Why would I?
The mysterious man crossed his arms.
— Well, I didn’t exactly come in here with good intentions.
— Whatever you came here to do is the least of my problems. — he shrugged.
The intruder let out a whistle, like he was thinking, “this is a mess.”
— ...so let me get this straight — he continued — your plan is to marry a guy who talks about you like you’re a trophy?
— ...I didn’t know he saw me that way. — the omega replied, voice cracking.
— Unreal... — the alpha commented, getting a confused look.
— You’re handsome, rich, apparently well-mannered, and still willing to marry a guy who doesn’t deserve you.
No answer came, which only encouraged him to keep going.
— Is that lack of options or masochism?
— Neither. It’s business.
— Business?
— Yes. I’m an omega before I’m a chaebol. I can’t inherit anything. I have to marry whoever will do that.
— So you were a business arrangement?
— All marriages in this world are.
— Then why did it affect you so much?
— Because I was stupid enough to believe ours wouldn’t be. — the answer came out painful. His face heated up again, ready to cry, but before he could, he heard the alpha grunt.
— What? — the omega asked, confused by the sudden reaction.
The masked man thought for a moment. He couldn’t tell the truth.
— This place is too tight. And you need air. — he made up an excuse, opening one of the doors. Some of the scent dispersed into the air.
The thief extended a gloved hand toward Seokjin, who hesitated before taking it.
His thin, delicate fingers wrapped around the fabric.
It was cute...
He shook his head quickly to get rid of the thought.
Once he stepped into the brighter room, he looked around.
He hadn’t had time to notice before, but now it was impossible to ignore.
The room had a cold light from the daylight. Romantic flower decorations scattered around, a champagne bucket, and a huge ceremonial double bed placed right in the center, impossible to miss, with a veil surrounding it.
— This is—
— I-it was supposed to be. — the omega murmured, looking away.
Now that the adrenaline was gone, all that remained was exhaustion.
His legs weakened and he collapsed onto the bed, like a structure finally giving in.
He undid a few buttons of his collar, finally relieving the unbearable pressure on his neck. He had endured all of this just to look perfect. His lips still held a reddish tint. His pearl-colored eyes, washed in sadness, shimmered under the soft daylight.
The intruder stared at the omega’s body sprawled across the bed. Helpless under exhaustion.
It was the strangest robbery of his life.
A wedding.
A betrayed groom.
Suddenly, he was in the couple’s bridal suite.
And the strangest part was that he still hadn’t left.
— I’m tired. — he confessed weakly.
The thief was frozen.
What was he supposed to do now?
He came here to steal, nothing more, but seeing Seokjin on the bed like that made him unable to even think about leaving the omega alone.
He blamed instinct.
Fuck it.
He cursed inwardly.
Angry at himself for not being able to walk away.
He sat down beside the sprawled body.
He didn’t know what to say. He just wanted to stay there.
The silence between them was comfortable.
— Your scent is horrible. — he commented flatly.
The brunet let out a sigh that almost sounded like a laugh.
— I know.
Pause.
— I can’t control it. — he continued, his voice bitter.
“Neither can I,” the alpha thought.
Unintentionally, his calming pheromones filled the air again.
And once more, Seokjin relaxed at the sensation.
He shifted under the sheets, trying to see the face behind the mask. Confused by that reaction.
— Your pheromones... — the omega murmured without realizing.
The alpha’s eyes widened.
He immediately registered the situation and stood up abruptly.
He couldn’t stay another second.
The moment he took a step forward, the sleeve of his worn coat was grabbed. Held by thin fingers adorned with luxury rings and a wedding band.
— Hey, I...
“I need to go.”
That last sentence stayed only in his mind.
He fell silent under the pleading expression.
He lost his courage under that shy gaze. The flushed cheeks. The inviting lips slightly parted. Begging to be kissed. The ceremonial shirt revealing part of his neck. A discreet pearl necklace wrapped around it. And the thief, as someone who should be focused on valuables, should’ve been looking at that jewelry, but his eyes kept drifting to the vulnerable, untouched skin.
His hands started sweating under the gloves without him noticing.
— Stay. — the sweet voice pleaded. The lips gently brushing together at the end of the word.
He couldn’t refuse, even though he knew he should.
— Fine, but only until you stop smelling like the world just ended. — he warned, pretending he wasn’t affected.
He received a weak laugh in response.
The chaebol’s cheeks stretched like a hamster’s.
He almost smiled at the sight.
— I like your pheromones. — Seokjin admitted.
Taehyung raised a brow under the mask.
— Wouldn’t something more refined be better?
— No. Wet grass and sandalwood are fine. — the omega shot back, remembering Taewoo’s polished scent and feeling nauseated.
He was always surrounded by alphas with “sophisticated” scents.
He suffered from constant headaches after attending events with his parents.
The intruder’s aroma, despite being simple, felt like a glass of water in a desert.
For the second time in his life, he could breathe in a scent without traces of lust, like he usually did. The first time had been with Taewoo, but for him, it was easy not to try to seduce Seokjin with his pheromones when he controlled his sexual urges with another omega.
He would’ve been stressed about it if he weren’t relaxed by the intruder’s scent.
That mask kept stirring his curiosity more and more.
— That mask... — Seokjin murmured hesitantly — can I see it?
— You shouldn’t. — came the muffled reply.
Ah.
Seokjin deflated.
But despite the answer, the alpha removed his leather gloves, revealing large palms and long, slender fingers.
Beautiful hands for an alpha.
He’d make a good pianist if he were a chaebol, Seokjin thought.
Then those fingers moved toward the mask’s clasp.
Click.
It loosened, but he didn’t pull it away from his face.
Instead, he held it firmly until his fingers turned white, before finally removing it completely, along with a beanie that hid his hair.
A blond, wild hair like a lion’s mane. Fine, sharp features. An elegant jawline. Thick eyebrows. All of it sat beneath those raw amber eyes. A youthful, rebellious kind of beauty. Seokjin felt like he could breathe freely just looking at that face.
— You’re young. — he commented softly, unlike the storm twisting in his stomach.
— Aren’t you? — the deep voice shot back with a light hint of amusement. The small mole above his lip drawing attention.
— In three years I turn 30 — he let out a quiet, nasal laugh.
— Young.
— I should’ve already had at least one child.
— Is that what you want?
— I don’t know… I’ve never even—
He cut himself off, looking away. His ears burned.
— Never even…? — the blond repeated slowly, raising an eyebrow.
One corner of his lips lifted.
— Had sex… — Seokjin admitted, covering his mouth and turning his face away, embarrassed.
The blond opened his lips in surprise, then closed them again.
— Never felt the urge? — the alpha asked, curious.
Seokjin looked back at him and shook his head.
— We can only do it after marriage. Until then, our heats are controlled with suppressants… expensive ones. — he emphasized the last part.
The sexual freedom of chaebol omegas was extremely restricted. Virginity was a rule; but only enforced for omegas.
— So you saved yourself all this time for that bastard who was cheating on you?
Seokjin let out a bitter laugh.
— Basically. — the brunet replied, trying to hold back his disappointment.
Slowly accepting his miserable situation.
When he thought that in a few hours he’d have to give himself to someone like Kang Taewoo, his stomach twisted—not in a good way. An alpha who had been cheating on him for who knows how long.
Dishonest.
Fake.
Bastard.
So different from the alpha sitting with him now.
…
He’s really handsome… and he smells so good…
“And what if…?”
The omega swallowed hard.
His heart picked up.
No…
Impossible…
Ah.
He had already thought it.
He was engaged.
And now he was getting turned on by a guy he didn’t even know the name of.
But who, in just a few hours, had shown himself to be more honest than the man he’d believed in for years.
Well, Taewoo followed his desires...so why couldn’t he do the same?
The alpha wasn’t fully aware of the omega’s arousal, even though he could sense the warm notes in his sweet scent of white roses and vanilla.
— What about you? — Seokjin brought up the subject again, trying to ignore his thoughts.
— Oh… I don’t wait until marriage to have sex, if that’s what you want to know.
Seokjin bit his lip.
— So you have experience? — he asked, interested.
— Not exactly — he shrugged. — I only have sex when I need to. I don’t even remember my first time.
— How do you… — He swallowed hard before continuing —
...know when you need to?
The blond stared at Seokjin with amused suspicion.
— I don’t think that’s useful information for a groom about to get married. — he teased the younger man.
Seokjin shrugged shyly, not knowing what to say.
The blond noticed the silence that filled the air.
—...do you really want to know?
The omega nodded, his lips dry. They were only kept from being worse by the lip balm he was wearing.
— I do.
The alpha laughed, slightly surprised by the chaebol’s boldness, but decided to play along.
— Do you want a description… or a demonstration? — he asked in a low voice, closing in like a predator.
The brunette let out a nervous laugh.
— Are you always this direct?
The alpha narrowed his eyes defiantly.
— I usually don’t have to explain things twice.
The older man bit his lower lip.
— I want a demonstration.
The intruder seemed to hesitate for a moment before raising an eyebrow and asking.
— Have you ever kissed before?— just to be sure.
Seokjin’s body swayed slightly on the bed as he let out a silent laugh.
— Of course…— murmured the dark-haired man —…kissing isn’t forbidden — he said, vaguely recalling the exhausting encounters with his father’s friends’ sons.
The answer made the alpha smile, revealing the adorable square shape of his lips.
— Well, considering what your fiancé just did, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it— he replied, gently tilting the omega’s chin.
His other hand rested on Seokjin’s waist, pressing the fabric of the ceremonial robe against his skin.
Seokjin leaned against the alpha’s firm shoulders and had his mouth taken with an appetite he’d never felt before. His lips closed around them in response, and it didn’t take long for their tongues to demand space.
The sweet taste of his lips was savored.
Delicious.
The invader’s mouth was cold in contrast to his own, which was warmer. The difference gave the pleasurable sensation of a gentle thermal shock. Unlike his sweet taste, the other’s tasted of mint, as if he’d just sucked on a mint.
Their heads moved to the rhythm of the kiss. The movements gradually grew more intense.
The omega felt his chest on fire. Their teeth even clashed, but they kept going.
Suddenly, the room felt stifling.
Both pheromones mingled, creating a fiery combination.
The air in his lungs was running out.
Seokjin pulled away in an attempt to catch his breath, only to have his lower lip bitten and sucked by the alpha, who swallowed his gasps.
As soon as he caught his breath, he slid his tongue against the intruder’s again.
He pulled the blond hair at the nape of his neck to vent his excitement.
They rolled and sank with the weight of their bodies onto the bed.
Seokjin was on top of the alpha, who was beginning to lose his senses because of his sweet scent.
Inside his pants, blood was beginning to pool. Seokjin wasn’t much different, feeling sticky back there.
Oh, this was getting dangerous.
An alpha and an omega alone in a bridal chamber.
Pheromones mingling.
That could only lead to one outcome.
The alpha was the first to realize this, which made him pull their faces apart suddenly. Their mouths were burning and damp from the saliva they’d exchanged.
— Enough — the alpha said breathlessly, his hands wrapped around the slender waist.
The brunette shook his head.
— I want more…— he confessed sweetly, pressing his lips together at the end of the word. He brushed their erections together on purpose, drawing a deep sigh from the alpha.
— Jin…— said the blond, licking his own lips — …what the hell are you trying to do?
— You want it too…— he whined, moving his hips harder.
The older man had his shoulders pinned down and received a hard look, almost as if he were being scolded.
— You’re a virgin, Seokjin. — he pointed out.
— I know… murmured the omega —…but I want to.
The intruder took a deep breath.
— I’m not the alpha you should have your first time with — he warned.
Even with the warning, Seokjin didn’t seem willing to back down.
Still, Taehyung hesitated.
If the omega weren’t a virgin, he wouldn’t hesitate to have sex with him right there. Even though rich omegas weren’t his type, Seokjin stirred his senses.
It wasn’t easy to say no to such a tempting offer, but the situation held greater significance for him.
The first-time experience is memorable, whether good or bad.
Besides, he wasn’t sure if Jin’s desire was genuine. He had just found out he was being cheated on; he was possibly unsettled.
And he might even be a criminal, but he still held onto some moral values.
— I’m not the guy for this kind of thing — he continued, hoping the brunette would back off.
Silence filled the room until the soft voice filled the air again.
— But I want you.
The alpha laughed in disbelief.
— You don’t even know my name.
— So what?— retorted the groom, playing with the collar of the coat belonging to the man lying beneath him —...even so, I want you more than any alpha my father has introduced me to.
The younger man looked away.
— You’re not thinking straight...— he ground his teeth at the end of the sentence.
His face was held by those crooked, delicate fingers. The icy rings pressed against his thin cheeks.
— Do you really think sleeping with you will hurt me more than hearing my fiancé with someone else…?
Before the alpha could formulate a response, Seokjin brought his hands to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them further to expose a white lace strap.
That was...
— I spent more time picking this out than choosing the wedding menu — he omega lamented with a pout.
He held the younger man’s rough fingers, guiding his hand inside his blouse.
Slowly.
So that he could pull back whenever he wanted, which didn’t happen.
The calloused fingers made contact with the lace. The fingertips touched the warm, porcelain skin.
In a bolder move, he guided the stiff palm inside the lace, causing the alpha’s fingers to press against his nipple.
He gasped, trembling from the sensation. His skin prickled, yielding to the touch.
— I-if you don’t want to, this is the last time I’ll insist— he whined. He wasn’t used to begging like that. Especially when he wanted something.
Things used to be so easy...
The blond gently pulled his hand away, leaving the omega longing for the feel of his fingers.
He moved out from under the chabeol.
Ah, so that was it.
That was how things were going to end.
Perhaps for the first time in his life, he wouldn’t get what he wanted.
That’s what he thought until the rustle of something heavy falling interrupted his thoughts.
It was the alpha’s overcoat, and now he was wearing only a tank top.
The muscular arms he’d felt earlier in the closet were now closing the window and the sheer curtains, leaving only sunlight to illuminate the room.
— You’re fucking persistent…— said the blond, walking toward Seokjin until he was standing over him — …I hope your legs are steady enough for you to climb up on that altar without trembling after what I’m going to do to you.— He ran his tongue from the omega’s neck to his chin, savoring the salty taste and the warmth of his pale skin.
Seokjin gasped.
— W-what’s your name? — he asked, ignoring the shiver running up his spine.
— My name is Kim Taehyung and…— the blond replied —…we can stop whenever you want.”
Seokjin wrapped his arms around the alpha in response to his words, and their lips met again.
A rougher contact, charged with thirst and need, promising something more. The omega gasped softly. Taehyung’s large palms gripped his waist possessively, without the hesitation of before. Both of their breaths were uneven.
The room, as large as it was, seemed far too small for those two who felt only each other’s bodies.
Taehyung began to move down his body, planting kisses across the porcelain skin. His thin lips pressed against him like a promise. He paused at the left shoulder. He sank his teeth near the omega’s scent gland, drawing a cry from him. His hands worked skillfully to unbutton the formal shirt. He let out a sigh when he reached the last button.
He stepped back to get a better look.
The sight was breathtaking.
The fragile, supple body completely at his disposal. The flushed face bearing what remained of the makeup. The mouth with a shade of red already blurred, likely from the kisses. The neck, which he could now see more clearly, was adorned with a pearl choker that wound around three times and was fastened by a sparkling jewel at the center.
Taehyung swallowed hard when his eyes met the sheer lace.
The fabric reached down to the omega’s ribs, barely covering her stomach.
There was a small bow at the center of the sheer piece.
He could see her dark, hard nipples through the white lace that covered her chest in the shape of a bra.
He quickly resumed showering her with kisses, starting at the chaebol’s belly.
He traced a path up to her collarbone and lowered the straps of the top to gain access to her already hard nipples.
A blush spread across the omega, who wasn’t used to such exposure.
His long fingers pressed against the area, testing her sensitivity.
The dark-haired man grabbed his shoulders on impulse.
The sheet wasn’t enough to contain his pleasure.
— Looks like someone’s sensitive…— the alpha teased in a soft voice.
— N-no!— the omega retorted, unable to control his body’s reactions.
What came next was even worse.
The roughness of the fingers was replaced by the heat of the alpha’s mouth, almost making him scream.
He immediately covered his mouth, afraid someone might hear him.
The tongue circled the area, savoring his vulnerability.
Taehyung let out a muffled laugh upon noticing his attempt to stifle his moans.
— Ah… it would be so embarrassing if someone found out that the puritanical groom is about to get fucked before the ceremony, wouldn’t it, Seokjin? — he teased, pressing his erogenous zones harder. Clamping one of them between his teeth.
The potbellied chaebol’s body convulsed violently. Shuddering with every movement of the alpha who wouldn’t stop stimulating him.
— T-Taehyung…— he moaned into his muffled hand, his eyes moist as he tried not to stare at the pornographic scene beneath him.
The heady scent of sandalwood hit him like an aphrodisiac.
The alpha played with his nipples until they were red, swollen, and throbbing, leaving Seokjin tearful.
Collapsing at the slightest touch.
His gleaming chest covered in saliva and rough bite marks.
The lace was put back in place, barely hiding the mess they’d made.
The omega rubbed his thighs together. Uncomfortable with the intense moisture and stickiness inside his pants.
His fingers moved toward the buttons on the fabric, which was soon tossed into a corner of the room.
The lingerie set was now complete, the bottom piece very daring with light ruffles hugging the omega’s hips. The sheer lace panties barely concealed his erection, which jutted out from the fabric, revealing his dripping glans. A sexy garter adorned his right thigh. Long, translucent stockings were fastened to the ruffle, covering his slender, delicate legs.
A mix of purity and perversion.
— Ha…— Taehyung began sarcastically — did you dress up all like this for him? — The blond’s laughter echoed through the room and his hand sank into the trembling thighs — …what a fucking waste.”
Seokjin pressed his lips together.
— It won’t be…if you take advantage of it — he teased softly.
The alpha’s grip on the bare part of his thigh tightened to the point of pain; the skin yielded without resistance, bearing the imprint of his long fingers. Taehyung wouldn’t admit it, but deep down he felt a satisfaction at marking his territory.
Seokjin moaned at the heat of the alpha’s breath as he positioned his face between his legs.
The panties bore a visible stain of shameful arousal. The fingers pulled the panties aside, noting the trail of lubrication connecting the undergarment to the tight opening.
The omega placed his forearm over his eyes, unsure how to handle that level of intimacy. The long finger pressed against the wet, taut slit with caution.
Soon after, he freed the omega’s penis while trying to get his body used to his touch.
His breath caught as he was swallowed whole. He pressed his forearm against his eyelids with even greater force.
— Y-you d-don’t have to…— he tried to say, his breath ragged, but was ignored.
The fingers sank deep into his now more receptive interior.
The omega pressed his lips together and grabbed the strands of blond hair in desperation. He’d already been stimulated before, and with this now...
The orgasm came without warning, flooding the alpha’s mouth as he swallowed him.
The slick fluid also gushed out like a waterfall, soaking the long fingers that penetrated him. He contracted violently around them, forcing them deeper.
He swallowed a tearful cry. All he knew how to do was cry in the face of so much pleasure.
The alpha pulled away, swallowing the semen with a mischievous smile.
— You’re sweet — he commented, licking the remnants around his mouth.
He received a lingering look.
— What’s wrong? — Taehyung asked, noticing the expression. — ...Do you want to stop? We don’t have to go all the way; you already came, and—”
— That’s not it! — Seokjin exclaimed, interrupting the alpha as usual. — ...It’s just that you haven’t even taken your clothes off properly yet... It’s not fair that only I—
He couldn’t finish, being interrupted again.
— It’s your first time…— he retorted, scratching the back of his neck —…you don’t need to worry about that.
The brunette sat on the bed with determination and pushed the blond down onto the mattress, meeting a pair of wide eyes.
— Yes, it’s my first time and I decide how it’s going to be! — he exclaimed irritably, his fingers reaching for the hem of the black tank top — Can I...? — he asked softly, in contrast to his previous tone, drawing a loud laugh from the alpha.
—...You’re not going to give up, are you? — Taehyung said with a square smile framing his face and nodded, granting permission.
His tank top was carefully pulled off, revealing a chest with lean muscles and many scars. He didn’t have the soft, well-groomed skin like the chaebol’s, and his scars were reflections of a painful and difficult life.
He looked away uneasily, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect. They usually weren’t positive.
— It’s not the best sight, I know — he tried to lighten the mood in a playful tone.
Seokjin touched the prominent marks, feeling the texture of the dry skin.
— Does it hurt? — he asked innocently, unsure how to react to this.
...
— Not anymore — he replied with a calm look, and his body tensed as the velvety lips kissed those areas.
Seokjin left a trace on every bump of the rough, neglected skin, making the alpha blush.
— You shouldn’t do that — he remarked awkwardly.
— Why not? It’s part of you; it’s beautiful — he replied with raw sincerity.
The blond thought about retorting, but the honesty in his voice made him give up.
The kissing only stopped when he reached the waistband of the leather pants, his lips coming to rest right against the belt, which was undone a few seconds later.
The omega held his breath for a moment before sliding the fabric down to his shapely thighs, sparsely covered in hair. He held his breath. Intimidated by the size of the colossal member in front of him. Could he handle something so long and thick inside him? He looked down at his own belly as if assessing it. He knew what the average alpha penis was like, even though he was a virgin, and that size was incomparable. The worst part was that it was throbbing toward him like a nerve, almost calling out to him. His fingers froze for a moment.
— Like I said before, if you want to stop, just—
— No… it’s just that… it’s b-big — he remarked in a hesitant voice.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
— Bigger than your fiancé’s? — he teased in an amused tone, wanting to soothe his ego.
Seokjin nodded shyly, vaguely remembering having seen it a few times and thinking it wasn’t a big deal… but he didn’t have time to think about that now.
He grabbed the shaft with trembling fingers.
All he had to do was put it in his mouth, right?
He shyly licked the rough shaft. His tongue burned against the throbbing area. From bottom to top, he bathed it all in saliva, drawing low, soft moans from the blond.
He closed his lips around the salty glans and went down as far as his mouth could reach without making him want to vomit. He couldn’t take it any further than that. It was his first time doing something like this, and he couldn’t afford to test his own limits.
The alpha stroked the black, silky-smooth strands as if approving the act. He received a shy glance in return.
Seokjin, who had never come close to having sex, now had a huge cock in his mouth, ready to give his virginity to an alpha he barely knew. The ring on his ring finger was almost funny, since the same hand that bore the symbol of his commitment to Taewoo was now stroking a cock that wasn’t his own.
He knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to suck Taehyung.
He moved his head back and forth, guided by the other’s moans. His mouth pressed against the bulging veins while his crooked fingers milked what was left.
It was going well until the tips of his teeth lightly scraped the sensitive area. Taehyung moaned in pain.
— B-be careful with your teeth, Jin…— he warned, sensitive.
The omega lowered his head, looking almost disappointed in himself.
— I’m sorry, I wanted to make you feel good…— he lamented, and the blond used that as a cue to regain his lost control.
— Lie down — he asked, and the omega obeyed without being able to protest this time.
Taehyung gave a peck on the full, swollen lips.
— You made me feel good, and you’ll make me feel even better if you just relax — said the alpha in a calm voice, watching the omega nod.
Seokjin looked at the erect, exposed penis once again with a mixture of fear due to his inexperience and desire.
The member throbbed, completely hard, in his direction. Ready to deflower the pristine entrance.
— Do you really want this? There’s no turning back, hyung — he alpha asked one last time, waiting for one more confirmation.
Seokjin lingered with his gaze on the member between his legs. Taehyung took this as hesitation and was about to pull away when his erection was brutally gripped by rough fingers. With his left hand, Seokjin held his underwear aside for better access, while his right guided the penis toward his relaxed, already prepared hole. He was only able to insert the tip. He could only bear the intense initial pressure of the hot thickness.
— P-please put it in — he pleaded, biting his lower lip.
That answered all the alpha’s doubts, and his large palms sank around the thighs covered by the sexy, translucent stockings.
The fluid from the glans was already mixing with the lubricant, making the penetration more comfortable. The omega tried to keep his legs open to receive the alpha.
His stomach contracted violently as Taehyung pulled back and thrust forward, simulating subtle thrusts to let the delicate body get used to the invasion.
A wet, timid slurping sound began to repeat.
He’d pull out only to go in even deeper. Seokjin’s lips were parted, letting out soft moans as he tried to get used to the warm, gentle intrusion.
He was being deflowered, and he loved the sensation.
Taehyung explored the sensitive, tight walls cautiously, feeling every sharp contraction around his erection.
The inside was trying to cope with the immense pressure that intrusion caused. It was strange, painful, and pleasurable. Pain was inevitable in that unexplored area, and as much as it hurt, he wanted more of that heat.
With every movement, the penis emerged glistening more due to the intense lubrication. The movements ceased only when the heat enveloped the entire length, leaving nothing out. It reached its limit, bumping against the omega’s reproductive node, causing a slight cramp.
Seokjin could barely breathe and understood why when he looked down. He was so full that his belly stretched, highlighting the outline of the member invading him.
— T-Taehyung… there’s something…— he murmured, confused — Is this normal…? — Seokjin pouted. —…why does it feel so deep?
His gaze followed the older man’s, and his reaction was one of surprise mixed with fascination.
He shifted to make sure it was his penis causing that bulge and saw it move, eliciting a needy moan from the omega.
— Shit…— Taehyung said, bringing his rough hands to the soft, smooth (now bulging) belly. — Look at that…
He laughed in disbelief, still unable to believe the scene.
— I’ve never seen this… you’re tighter than I thought, but your body is doing everything it can to accept me; I’m breaking you open completely.
— D-don’t say that! — exclaimed the blushing fiancé.
His entrance belied his shame, growing wetter and more receptive.
Taehyung took advantage of the moment to begin more thrusts, slow and gentle, ensuring the omega didn’t feel any pain during the process. Seokjin continued holding his own legs and grew even more aroused upon realizing that he was the one granting access to his body to be used. His strength fluctuated with every slight movement.
Taehyung was also dealing with new sensations. He didn’t know that having sex outside of heat could feel this good. He brought his fingers to the red tongue that welcomed them without hesitation.
The rhythm of the penetration was still irregular and almost hesitant, but everything changed when the blond hit a sensitive spot inside the tight walls, causing the omega’s teeth to clamp down hard around his fingers.
— Here? — he tested the movement, which made the omega nod in agreement and whimper again.
— ...y-you don’t have to hold back... I can take it — he murmured shyly, eager for Taehyung to speed up his slow movements. He matched the rhythm, likely because of the barrier of his virginity that had just been taken.
— You’re the one asking for it.— Taehyung smiled, resuming the movement of his hips at an increasing pace.
He closed the distance between them, practically folding the omega over the bed.
In that position, Seokjin’s scent gland was more vulnerable, more sweet.
It was inevitable.
Unable to control himself, he buried his nose in Seokjin’s swan-like neck, and Seokjin moaned in surprise at the contact.
It was all too sudden.
As close as they were, letting the alpha inhale his scent gland was on another level of intimacy. He couldn’t allow it… but he couldn’t pull away. Instead, he stretched his neck even further, completely at the invader’s mercy.
That was when he realized he wanted more of his scent, too.
— I-I… ah…can feel y-your… hmm…scent too? — he tried to say amidst the thrusts that were tearing him apart inside.
Instead of a verbal response, the alpha brought his neck close to his sensitive nostrils, sharing his scent as well.
They savored that primal contact that made the hot air cling to their skin. Breathing required more effort than before, and they lost their breath with every thrust that had lost the gentleness of the beginning. The omega’s high-pitched moans were muffled against the alpha’s neck, and vice versa. The only clear sound was the indiscreet noise of their bodies colliding. The mattress gave way every time the blond undulated his hips, absorbing the impact of the thrusts that struck deep into the sensitive edges.
"Sex was good…" was the thought Seokjin had every time the length dragged itself inside.
— You smell so good… and you take me so well down here… ah... — he moaned, his voice sending vibrations to the fragile neck.
— It’s… g-good…— were the only words that came out of his trembling throat. His back was stuck to the sheet from sweat, and in any other situation he would have been bothered by the sticky sensation, but at that moment his thoughts were clouded by Taehyung, sex, the knot, Taehyung...
The thrusts became so brutal that the backs of his thighs burned. It stung, but he didn’t want it to stop.
The alpha slowed his pace for a moment; it felt so good that a knot formed in his stomach. He frowned at the omega’s expressions of pleasure, the omega now had his eyes half-closed and was breathing heavily. He seemed to be almost at his limit.
Had he gone too far?
The teary irises met his.
Too far?
What?
...
Unable to resist, he gently sealed his lips against the omega’s.
He had no idea what he was doing. And before he could think about it, he began moving his hips slowly again, and his hands slid down Seokjin’s body.
— Turn around…— the request came hoarse and low.
The omega froze for a second. The request itself wasn’t a big deal, but thinking about that position...
The back of his neck grew hot. Still, he obeyed. Slowly. Sinking his knees into the damp surface of the bed. Without arching, without any provocation, just a gentle shyness. His thighs weren’t even spread wide enough, which made the alpha chuckle softly in recognition of that tenderness.
— That won’t work — he commented softly, sliding his hand along the omega’s thighs. He slowly created space between them, making the trembling body yield little by little.
— You’re stiff as a board, you’re going to hurt yourself like this — the alpha remarked, his back rising up against Seokjin’s hand, pressing down to lift his hips.
His fingers clenched tighter on the rumpled fabric; he was breathing heavily, not knowing what to expect.
Taehyung positioned his erection at the entrance, which swallowed him whole without a hitch. It was already stretched from their recent penetration. The omega swallowed a cry, and his arms failed to support his body, causing him to collapse softly onto the bed’s pillow, which cushioned the impact. The alpha groaned as the other’s hips collided with his pelvis, deepening the penetration. The omega moaned softly as he felt his belly stretching once more.
The blond looked down and noticed an interesting detail. Seokjin didn’t have the generous curves that many omegas boasted; nothing exaggerated, nothing that drew attention through his clothes.
And yet he was accepting him completely, like no other omega had. His fingers pressed lightly against the rounded hips, resuming a slow, almost careful rhythm. The dilated entrance yielded completely to the invasion, without resistance. Every time Taehyung pulled away, the sensitive walls closed around his member, as if they didn’t want him to leave.
A wet trail of saliva ran down Seokjin’s chin as he tensed his toes with every thrust.
His throat was raw and hoarse from all the screaming he’d done.
His lubrication at that point accumulated on his sensitive edges and dripped onto the sheet, having already fulfilled its function by leaving the alpha’s shaft slippery and sticky.
His testicles violently struck the thin skin and flesh of his buttocks, leaving them with a pinkish hue.
Taehyung took advantage of the fact that Seokjin wasn’t using his arms to support his body—resting only on his knees—and clasped his delicate wrists, pulling his arms back.
The savage impact caused the mattress to shift, moving in time with the thrusts.
Seokjin couldn’t take it anymore.
His eyes rolled back, and the orgasm came without warning, blurring his vision. Fluids gushed aggressively from his penis and his entrance. The alpha moaned in surprise but didn’t stop thrusting. He gripped the omega’s arms even tighter.
Seokjin whimpered. Wasn’t he going to stop? Even though they were being pushed beyond their limits, the alpha kept stimulating his reproductive node, making his body crave something beyond orgasm.
Ah...knot.
— T-Taehyungnnie... t-tie me up — he begged tearfully, tensing hard around the member.
What?
— Ah… fuck… I can’t — he moaned, unable to stop moving; he needed to come.
— W-why not? — he asked, almost desperate.
— B-because it was already a mistake… ah… for us to have started doing this without a condom – he explained, the orgasm drawing ever closer. He had to pull out right away.
— It wasn’t! P-please, Alpha…— the pleas came amidst the moans.
Taehyung was ready to refuse once more and pull away completely to come on the omega’s back, but he couldn’t stop the contractions… the pheromones… the tearful tone. Shit. Just the idea of pulling out of him caused discomfort.
And before he could think clearly, a deeper thrust fully opened the reproductive node. The base of his member swelled, and gushes of semen were released there. The omega’s entrance overflowed like a full glass, and his gaze clouded with satisfaction.
Ah... finally.
That internal heat causing relaxation throughout all his muscles.
Taehyung pressed his lips together, torn between fear and pleasure.
The alpha adjusted the omega so that the knot would be more comfortable for him. He turned him back to face him, and Seokjin wrapped his arm around his neck.
The white fluid began to leak, and not wanting to waste a drop, he filled the little space between their hips, feeling the alpha’s testicles pressed against his small buttocks again. All that could be heard were heavy breaths in the room. Both of them were a mess with disheveled hair. The brunette’s makeup was now completely smudged, and his collarbone was covered in marks and bite marks. He looked for the clock on the bedside table and there were still two hours left before the ceremony began. They had been there for quite a while. His entrance was sore and stretched to the limit, but he was satisfied. He pressed the alpha harder against him. He didn’t regret it despite the awkward and risky situation they were sharing now.
— I-it was good — he whispered shyly and felt the member throb and grow inside him, releasing more loads of semen into his already full womb.
— For me too… I’ve never had sex outside of heat — the alpha confessed softly.
— Then you’ve also had something stolen from you — the omega replied, relaxing against the alpha’s neck.
They stayed like that for a while, until Taehyung pieced it all together.
Seokjin was an omega.
They hadn’t used protection.
And now they were bonded.
He didn’t know how fertile Seokjin was, but that was a problem.
— There’s no chance you’ll get pregnant… right?
The question caught the omega off guard, making him look away before answering.
He remembered now that it had been a week since he’d taken suppressants, which prepared his body to carry a pup.
— Just a little… the honeymoon was supposed to be for me to try to have b-babies — he confessed without going into too much detail.
— Oh… so you’re fertile.
— Yes.
Taehyung looked down and ran his fingers over Seokjin’s swollen stomach.
— And yet you… let this happen.
He received a faint nod in response.
— Aren’t you even a little worried?
— I should be, but I can’t think about that right now…— he confessed without shame.
Taehyung laughed in disbelief.
— You’re dangerous.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow.
— You broke into the room and threatened me with a knife. — he recalled.
— Yeah, and now you’ve got my dick inside you with the possibility of having my baby. — the blond pointed out incredulously.
— It’s not like I’m going to make you claim paternity — he retorted.
The blond parted his lips, disbelieving what he was hearing.
— I may be a thief, but I don’t run away from my responsibilities.
— Which only proves that you’re better than most of the alphas I know…— said the omega, bringing his hands to his neck.
The blond was confused until the omega removed the luxurious necklace and offered it to him.
— Seokjin…
— Take it. Consider it a gift for your services.
— I can’t accept—
— I won’t miss it, and you didn’t come here to leave empty-handed. — said the omega, cutting off the alpha’s words. The alpha gave up arguing and took the necklace.
Silence.
They savored each other’s scent until the knot came down. When it did, the younger one withdrew carefully, causing the entrance to overflow at that very moment. Seokjin grumbled. Now he could worry about how sticky and dirty he was. He needed a shower urgently. He took off his underwear in front of the alpha, standing completely naked, and covered himself with the sheet. The bed was a mess too, with several wet stains of semen, sweat, and lube. His wedding outfit… completely ruined; if he were to get married, he’d need a new suit. The one he’d chosen was unusable.
His face was still flushed, and there was a certain shyness in the air. Taehyung was getting dressed again, not caring that his clothes were dirty.
— Are you still going to get married? — he asked, curious to see what Seokjin’s next move would be.
— I—
Before he could finish his thought, a knock on the door caught his attention.
— Mr. Kim? — exclaimed a female voice. — Are you there?
And just as Seokjin was about to turn back to Taehyung, the alpha had already vanished, leaving only the trail of his pheromones in the air. Damn? How did he disappear so fast?
He didn’t have time to figure it out.
— I’m coming in, okay? — the old woman shouted as she entered the room.
She was shocked by the scene she found. The scent of pheromones in the air, the wet bed, and Seokjin curled up in the sheets, apparently naked.
It was pretty obvious what had happened.
—...you’ve got a lot to explain, young man! — the woman said, pointing at the stains and already getting ready to change the sheets. —...Your parents are going crazy looking for you.
Seokjin didn’t react to the maid’s presence because she was trustworthy and could help him clean up that mess as well as offer advice. She wasn’t a judgmental woman, and her loyalty wasn’t restricted to just the Kim family, but was granted primarily to Seokjin, whom she considered a son.
— W-well…— he began, trying to figure out how to explain that scene.
Meanwhile, Taehyung was already distracted by the pearl necklace Seokjin had given him; it still carried traces of his delicate pheromones. He squeezed the jewelry tightly, not knowing where to take it.
He could still feel traces of the omega on his body. The possibility that he might have gotten him pregnant made his heart tighten. In any case, he wouldn’t know the answer for weeks. Until then, he would follow the news about him.
Deep down, he hoped he wouldn’t walk down the aisle.