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“The skirt goes really well with the frills. Very pretty, don’t you think so?”
Taehyung feels his cheeks burning under the heat of Jeongguk’s gaze, catching the alpha’s eyes raking lower and lower until it stops right at his thighs, where the frills of his miniskirt have bunched up and a hint of lace peeks from the hem of his sheer stockings.
“I don’t know,” He looks away, grumbling. “You’re the fucking pervert here, not me.”
Jeongguk chuckles. “You wound me, sweetheart. But let’s be honest for a moment, yeah? I’m not the one willingly lying on the bed here and looking like an absolute treat.” His hand starts crawling underneath the skirt. “I came home expecting nothing since my cute little boyfriend is supposed to be in class, but imagine my surprise when I walk into our room and see him playing with himself while wearing this.”
Instantly, Taehyung clamps his legs shut, knees pressed together as he flushes from embarrassment. But Jeongguk is quick to react. He grips onto the flesh under Taehyung’s knees, prying his legs apart with little effort as he inches his chest closer to the older alpha's groin, smirking.
“Sweetheart. While I must admit that you look incredibly beautiful every day, I can't deny that something about this look has me really, really riled up. Like I could just eat you right now.”
“Jeongguk.” Taehyung gasps out. “Guk-ah, I want you.”
“And you’ll have me, sweetheart. In any way, in any matter.” Jeongguk keeps his eyes trained on the bulge starting to form beneath the frills. “You’re prepped, right? Saw you three fingers deep earlier but I’m just asking again to make sure.”
“Yes. Yes, I am. I just need you now.”
With bated breath, Jeongguk watches as Taehyung slides his fingers, dainty and hesitant, to the edge of his skirt, lifting the small fabric just enough for Jeongguk to catch a glimpse of his panties underneath, and he sees it. Tiny, white ribbons adorning the satin material that hugs Taehyung’s hips perfectly, his girthy cock straining underneath with beads of precome already gathering at the pinkish tip.
A sight incredibly enticing that Jeongguk’s nose simply flares in delight.
“Fuck. You’re really going to be the death of me, hyung.” He bends lower to pin Taehyung’s wrists against the blankets, peppering kisses along the slope of Taehyung’s neck as he drops his voice into a distinctive rumble of a murmur. “What brought on this sudden behavior, pretty? Thought you only wanted to wear skirts on special days.”
“I just,” Taehyung gulps as he starts trembling from the feathery sensation. “I just wanted to feel cute today. Saw a bunch of omegas lined up for the opening sale of this new dress shop downtown. And I wanted to take a look around so bad, but it felt too embarrassing when I smelled all alpha and weird and probably scared them away.”
“Oh sweetheart, no. That’s not weird at all.” Jeongguk gently grips onto Taehyung’s chin with a resolute gaze, eyes boring into the older alpha’s while his lips set into a thin, firm line. “My baby can do what he wants. There’s no law telling us that alphas can’t be pretty, right?”
Taehyung bites his lip, nodding fervently. His pupils are blown wide, glossy with a newfound carnal haze. “Right. Alphas can be p-pretty, too. Alphas can wear skirts if they want.”
“Exactly.” A smirk crawls its way back to Jeongguk’s face, eyes gleaming in childlike wonder as he slides his boxers down and his hand wraps around his shaft, pumping it just slow enough to have Taehyung keening from anticipation below. “And I just happen to have the prettiest alpha of them all.”
There is something endearingly enchanting about sex with Taehyung. Because while it can be just as raunchy and feral as anyone would expect from alphas—a cacophony of roughhousing, littered bite marks, and bruises tattooed on skin—Taehyung always makes it look like a sensual kind of art, like he’s a masterpiece in the making and all the brushes are in Jeongguk’s hands.
The way the small dip of his back arches off the mattress, the swell of his ass that bounces from a rough grip, the glimmer of his welling eyes as he’s pushed to the edge of pleasure.
Jeongguk is entranced by every single bit of the contours and curves that make up Taehyung’s beguilingly sun-kissed body. Would spend the rest of his life willingly figuring out which buttons to press and which touches leave him breathless if he could.
“God, Tae, you’re just an absolute dream.” He sighs, pleased, when he slips Taehyung’s panties off of his legs and the alpha’s puckering role is in perfect view. “I’m the luckiest bastard in the world, aren’t I?”
Immediately, Jeongguk buries himself to the hilt, starting to find a rhythm where his cock pounds into Taehyung rather mercilessly.
Taehyung, on the other hand, feels his breath lurching out his throat with every thrust that pummels him forward. The drag doesn’t feel nearly as smooth and messy since Taehyung had forgone the religious amount of lube that he usually uses. But he likes it, the way Jeongguk’s cock slides a little slower, a rugged friction that makes him sense more of Jeongguk up in his guts, feel more of the heat pulsing and locking in between his walls.
“Fuck, Taehyung,” Jeongguk groans after a particularly tight slide. “Have you seen yourself? I could just cum already from the way those stockings are wrapped around your legs.”
He keeps the roll of his hips maddeningly quick, thrusts brutal enough to have Taehyung’s eyes rolling nearly to the back of his head. But one lunge forward has his cock hitting right at Taehyung’s prostate, and the older alpha’s hands immediately fly to grip at the sheets, twisting it with trembling fingers as choked whimpers fall out of his mouth.
“J-Jeongguk, shit, harder. I want it harder, alpha!”
Jeongguk huffs, a crazed look flashing amidst the red of his eyes. “You’re an insatiable little minx, aren’t you? But that’s alright. Can’t have you looking all gorgeous and sweet for nothing today. Alpha’s gonna treat you just the way you deserve.”
He hitches Taehyung's legs higher, hiking it over his shoulders that the new angle has his balls slapping against the older alpha's ass.
And it doesn’t help with the fact that Taehyung looks absolutely debauched when he’s heaving on the mattress. Golden tresses fanned out on the pillow like a halo, face an adorable shade of apple red from all the pleasure racking through his mind, and skirt haphazardly defiled and flipped open that his cock stands bursting and tall.
“You’re so beautiful, Taehyung.”
A beautiful, wretched image that Jeongguk suddenly finds himself pausing to admire for a moment, relishing the sight that he created with his own hands.
Taehyung starts whining after a few beats of silence. “Guk, why did you stop?”
“I’m sorry. Just can’t help but stare at my pretty little baby over here,” Jeongguk grins, smoothing his hand over the sliver of skin peeking from where Taehyung’s shirt has risen. “I’m so happy you gained some weight, Tae. Love how I could feel more of your thighs wrapping around me when I’m fucking you silly.”
Visibly taken back, Taehyung grits his teeth and sinks his fingers into curls of Jeongguk’s raven hair, wraps his fingers around a bunch of locks and pulls. “S-shut up and just fuck me already, you stupid alpha.”
“But I love your tummy even more. Love how it’s so soft and pudgy and fits right between my hands.” Jeongguk latches his mouth onto the spot right beside Taehyung’s belly button, gently nibbling on the skin and slaves his tongue over the mark he leaves behind.
Taehyung tugs onto his hair even harder, jolting, but Jeongguk keeps his hips pressed to the bed, wolfish grin still in place. “But you know what I love the most right now, pretty? When you let alpha ruin you, ‘till every bit of your sanity leaves your pretty little head.”
“Stop barking dumb shit and just let me finish already you—fuck!”
Taehyung can only writhe on the bed, speechless, as Jeongguk suddenly digs his thumb against the head of the older alpha’s cock.
“Oh I’ll help you finish, alright. Whatever my baby wishes, I’ll be happy to help.”
Jeongguk times his thrusts to match with the snap of his wrist. Everytime his thighs nudge forward to pound, his hand slides down to the thickening base of Taehyung’s cock, curling his fingers and flicking his hips just the way it should leave the alpha screaming.
“Oh my god!” Taehyung practically bounces as Jeongguk drills into his prostate, thighs clenching from where it’s beginning to strain while still perched on the younger alpha’s burly shoulders. “Fuck, Guk. Fuck, fuck, yes.”
Jeongguk almost bursts into laughter when he sees the bit of drool falling out of Taehyung’s gaping mouth. His eyes are incredibly hazy and unfocused, constantly fluttering shut and then open, until Jeongguk tugs on the hem of one of the stockings and watches it snap back and slap against Taehyung’s mid-thigh, the thick flesh jiggling from the force.
“Poor baby is really making a mess out of himself, huh? I guess alpha should let you off now.”
And so he fastens his pace. His disgruntled growling starts to get louder alongside Taehyung’s incoherent babbling, nails digging into the alpha’s hips as he’s overcome with the tremor of his wolf snarling inside and the sense to breed, breed, breed.
“Shit, Guk, m’coming. Coming already, alpha, w-wait—”
A mess, Jeongguk would call it. An absolute mess where Taehyung’s knot pops untouched, cum spurting all over his stomach and bits of it flying to Jeongguk’s face. But Jeongguk is nothing if not a starved man, unapologetically hammering into a bawling Taehyung as he finally feels the knot catching onto the rim.
And perhaps, it’s his wolf that takes over when finally cums, biceps straining against his shirt and growling as he keeps Taehyung locked right under him. And the older alpha is left helplessly laid down, with no other choice but to take all the cum pumping inside.
“You’re so perfect, Tae,” Jeongguk groans. “So perfect for alpha.”
Taehyung responds with a feeble cry, hands latching onto Jeongguk’s forearms as he comes down shaking from his high.
“Remind me to buy you more skirts next time, okay?”
“Shut up. M’tired.”
Jeongguk doesn’t count the minutes they spend as a tangled mess, boneless and spent. Yet when he does feel his cock softening, he hurries to pull out, shifting his limbs around the pooled sheets to avoid crushing Taehyung from his weight.
But then his eyes suddenly catch it.
“Holy shit.”
He can’t help but zero in on the puddle of cum trailing right under Taehyung’s swollen hole, small amounts of the thick liquid leaking onto the skirt and stockings that it looks like Taehyung is slowly being drenched in white.
Jeongguk could already feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest, unable to resist the desire pooling in his guts as his wolf starts howling for more, more, more, and promptly dives in to lick the splatter of cum.
“Guk, what the fuck—”
He laps up every drop that spills out of Taehyung's hole, lathers the rim with drool as he slurps and sucks the bits of cum smeared around.
“Fuck!” Taehyung’s thighs are clenched as they wrap around Jeongguk’s head. “Fuck, fuck fuck, baby, ha-ah. Oh, Guk, s-stop—”
Unsurprisingly, Jeongguk makes no haste to move. If anything, his slurping grows louder and wilder, tongue digging into the crevice of Taehyung’s walls with an enthusiasm likened to that of a young boy with candy.
Taehyung’s chest heaves violently as he feels himself slipping into madness, body rippling in shudders and head thrown back when the surge of ecstasy and pain start weaving together in his muddled brain. But upon hearing his weak attempts of sobbing, Jeongguk decides to spare some mercy and pull out, sweeping his tongue over the abused hole one last time before sitting back.
“Oh, thank fuck.”
The sigh Taehyung lets out sounds close to relief, all loose-limbed as he sinks into the mattress and attempts to catch his breath. But his newfound comfort appears to be short-lived when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Jeongguk looking pointedly at the cum splattered all over his stomach.
Horror begins to paint all over Taehyung’s flushed face. “No. No, you stupid mutt, don’t you fucking dare do that—”
Jeongguk only licks his lips, baring his canine teeth as his eyes shine with delight. “Why, thank you for another meal, sweetheart.”