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"You wanna get your pups in me that badly, Gyu-yah?" Yeonjun grins sharply. Looking down at Beomgyu, his hair splayed across the pillow, sinking so serenely into the pillows as Yeonjun rides him, bouncing on his cock with practiced ease and rhythm. Beomgyu moans.
"You think you deserve to come inside me today?" Yeonjun purrs out, rolling his hips onto Beomgyu's cock in a tantalizing manner and he feels his mouth running dry at the sight.
Beomgyu cries out, biting onto his already swollen lips. His hips thrust weakly into Yeonjun. "Please," Beomgyu sniffles, hands grippingly weakly at Yeonjun's thighs, before sliding his palms up against against his smooth thighs. "Let me fuck you, please... I promise hyung I'll be good."
"So cute... you're so cute like this." Yeonjun lets out a breathy giggle as he drops down onto Beomgyu's cock. Beomgyu whimpers, knuckles gripping onto the sheets below. Yeonjun smirks, placing his palm on Beomgyu’s chest as he grinds down on his cock, using Beomgyu like he would one of his knotting toys. “You're taking me so well. So good for hyung, yeah?” Yeonjun pants out loudly. Beomgyu looks so lewd under him, with flushed cheeks and parted lips letting out sweet moans.
"Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung," Beomgyu whimpers out, his sentence tapering with desperation, hips bucking up into the warm inviting heat to match Yeonjun’s grinding. Yeonjun’s breath hitches, letting out a surprised groan.
“You’re being naughty, Gyu-yah,” Yeonjun chides, frowning and pinching his belly. He could feel Beomgyu twitching inside him. “You’re only taking what I give you. So behave,” Yeonjun responds, and Beomgyu’s eyes water with frustration. Beomgyu chews his lips again, eyebrows screwed together at the unfair treatment.
“I’ll fuck you good, n-noona. I promise, so please,” Beomgyu mutters, pleading out to Yeonjun.
"But you sure you can knock me up, Gyu?" Yeonjun taunts again, grinning wickedly down at Beomgyu, dropping down onto his cock. Beomgyu’s eyes fly open, staring fixedly up at Yeonjun with wide eyes with an unknowing expression.
Yeonjun knows where to push Beomgyu, and which buttons to push. "But can you even knot me like an alpha can?” Yeonjun smiles when he hears Beomgyu sucking in a breath and digging his fingers into his thighs. All the buttons.
Still, Yeonjun isn’t prepared for what comes next. With that, Beomgyu hears the distant sound of something snapping, his patience letting go. His head starts buzzing and his ears ring with a hot white flash of anger.
The bed shakes with a heavy thud. Yeonjun’s worldview seems to suddenly tilt on its axis when Yeonjun feels his back being suddenly pushed back onto the sheets with such force, that he almost bounces off it.
"Beomgyu, what--"
The sudden grip on his hips is deadly, ones where he would be waking up with finger-shaped bruises on his waist the next morning. And Beomgyu starts brutally fucking into him, the vulgar loud sound of his balls slapping is too much for Yeonjun’s ears. A particular harsh slam of Beomgyu's hips and Yeonjun chokes on air, struggling to catch his breath. He claws at Beomgyu's shoulder to get a grip... on something. On anything. Because right now he can't think of anything with Beomgyu's fat cock knocking the air out of him and fucking him stupid as he tries to get a single breath in his lungs.
"You wanna say that again, hyung?” Beomgyu urges on lowly, eyes furrowing. He’s more pissed than he lets on, grabbing a fistful of Yeonjun's hair on the side, leaving Yeonjun’s scent gland so openly vulnerable right now. Yeonjun gasps out, shaking his head as Beomgyu sinks his teeth into his neck. Yeonjun tries to twist away from his bite, but Beomgyu sinks his teeth further into his skin, his jaws hooked onto his meal like a hungry bear, before finally letting out, hips snapping into him.
Yeonjun whines weakly, hips trying to get away from Beomgyu's brutal thrusts, legs scrambling up the sheets, but only to have them slip under him. The relief he tries to get is only temporary.
"You're not going anywhere hyung," he huffs out in a displeased manner, grabbing his ankles harshly as he drags him down the bed, pulling him flush to the base of Beomgyu's cock.
"N-no, w-wait.. please. F-fuck." Yeonjun stutters out, as the blunt of Beomgyu’s cock hits dead onto his prostate.
And that’s what he does. Beomgyu actually waits. He doesn’t move, hips stilling at the flush of Yeonjun’s ass with every inch of his cock pressing deep inside him. He tries to fuck himself on Beomgyu’s cock, wiggling his hips in a teasing manner.
Beomgyu's grins get sharper and without warning his hips snapping sharply against the flush of Yeonjun's pert ass. Yeonjun screams a sweet and broken sound as he feels an orgasm tear through him unexpectedly. A noise that will wake the other members if they haven’t already.
Yet, Beomgyu didn’t seem to mind if they got caught. He huffs as he bends down to nuzzle into Yeonjun's neck, scenting him with as much pheromones as he can muster up as a beta. Teeth graze onto the curve of Yeonjun's neck.
His mouth quirks up into a smile as Yeonjun shivers under him. He’ll let them know that he fucks better than any alpha can. He can take care of his omega better than any alpha can. He knows he can.
Beomgyu then takes his drooling cockhead and strokes Yeonjun to oversensitivity. Yeonjun shudders silently, gulping at the thick scented air until he’s rubbed to hardness again. Yeonjun collapses further into the sheets.
Beomgyu then refuses to move. He feels his cock filling up his hyung so well, and Yeonjun looks so fucking pretty with his cock nestled deep inside. He preens at how good his omega is. His hands come up to massage his chest lazily, and his lips come down to press kisses on his cheeks. No alpha can fuck better than him, and Beomgyu bites down on his neck again to lay his claim. His mark.
Fuckin’ brat. Yeonjung thinks offhandedly. The makeup noonas are going to give him a scolding about this, but right now his mouth feels heavy like lead. Beomgyu’s pheromones are messing with his brain, and every single protest he has is resting on the tip of his tongue. His mind will become delirious if Beomgyu doesn’t start moving sooner. The way Beomgyu’s cock is pressed so deep inside of him, along with his veiny hands holding on so tightly to his hips, has him on the verge of becoming crazy.
Yeonjun moans out weakly, hoping he sounds desperate enough to get fucked. Beomgyu is already pulling another orgasm out of him.
“Please move,” Yeonjun whines. “Please, Gyu-yah.” He sniffles out as he becomes wetter and wetter with desperation, heat rushing up to his cheeks as slick seeps down his legs and soaks into the sheets.
“And why should I?” Beomgyu asks, sliding out of him. Yeonjun shivers at the empty feeling.
“I-I need it,” Yeonjun whimpers out. Beomgyu hums in feigning thought before he rewards him with his answer. He presses the tip of his cock inside, groaning softly as he pushes into the warm encapsulating tight heat, but he doesn’t reward him fully just yet, only pushing his cock halfway forward.
“So?” Beomgyu says with a sneer. “Then, tell me why you need it,” Beomgyu taunts, pulling his hips back slightly, and Yeonjun makes a frustrated growl.
How much more does Beomgyu want him to beg? He’s already leaking a stupid amount of precum, and his slick is practically pooling down his thighs. How many times does Beomgyu want him to beg until he’s satisfied?
He could feel the head blunt head of Beomgyu’s cock teasing at his hole, and Yeonjun is driven to madness, his instincts screaming at him if he doesn’t get that cock inside him now.
Yeonjun breath shakes, body tightening up as Beomgyu pretends to sink his cock in before pulling out again. “Breed me, please,” Yeonjun gulps out. Yeonjun never felt so desperate before with a beta. “I– I want you to breed me, so I need your cock,” he splutters out on the verge of tears and embarrassment.
“Good hyung. You’re so good for me hyung, such a good omega, I’ll make sure to breed you like a wife,” Beomgu praises. “You’d like that right hyung? Because no other alpha here is going to fuck you like I do. As a beta too… no alpha can fuck you as well as I can.” He gives a small kiss to Yeonjun's chin as he guides his cock down into Yeonjun's hole, already so wet with his slick. Yeonjun goes pliant, completely under Beomgyu’s control, as Beomgyu eases his cock into him as he fucks into him.
“Beomgyu is better than any other alpha, say it hyung. Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”
Yeonjun tries to collect himself and his scattered mind, saliva pooling at his mouth and drooling at the corner of his mouth. He can only let out tiny fucked out moans, unable to focus on anything except for the cock inside him. Yeonjun looks at him with pleading eyes.
“B-Beomgyu,” he hisses out, cheeks darkening with embarrassment as he continues, shameful tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. “Beomgyu f-fucks… hngh.. hyung better than any other alpha can,” he slurs out.
“Fuck, hyung,” Beomgyu whispers, his eyes blown wide as he looks down at Yeonjun. A pretty thing all fucked out with spit-slicked lips and rosy cheeks. Beomgyu’s hands are on his waist now, fitting perfectly into the palm of his hands as if Yeonjun was molded into them. Yeonjun gasps as Beomgyu fucks into him like a ragdoll, mean and unforgiving, as he pulls Yeonjun down to match the brutal pace of his thrusts.
He throws his head back as Beomgyu's huge cock fucks his insides out, and he’s already so high-strung and overwhelmed. Yeonjun is already coming for the second time this round, and Beomgyu is going to milk Yeonjun dry with his stupid fat cock. He distinctly feels Beomgyu's teeth scraping his neck and nipping at the skin like a puppy, before he feels those sharp canines sink into his skin again like a ravenous bear with a fresh meal in his mouth. Yeonjun’s neck strains as Beomgyu continues to nip and bite all over his neck.
“Mine,” Beomgyu grumbles possessively, finally letting go of his neck after marking him up properly, continuing to rut into him like a dog.
The pain borderlines pleasure. Everything is all too much, reducing Yeonjun into a sobbing broken mess. Yet, his omega instincts are preening at all the attention Beomgyu is giving him.
Beomgyu coos at Yeonjun when he sniffles. Poor thing. "I thought you wanted it?" He emphasizes with a sharp thrust inside and Yeonjun yelps.
"No. No... I want more Gyu-yah- Gyu-yah...I'm sorry. M’ sorry," Yeonjun whines pitifully, fat tears swelling at his eyes and clumping his eyelashes. Beomgyu coos again, brushing away at the corner of his eyes and bending down to kiss him. Such a pretty little thing.
"Stop fucking teasing me you brat. I told you to fuck me," Yeonjun rolls his eyes, kicking him in the back with the heel of his foot. Beomgyu laughs because he’s right. He’s curious to see just how desperate his hyung can get. He gives a short experimental thrust and Yeonjun mewls like a cat in heat.
"So fuckin' greedy, hyung." Beomgyu turns his cheek to kiss the inside of his leg.
“Alright, since you want my cock that badly.” He grins downright devilishly. Yeonjun almost sinks into relief at that. Beomgyu will be good to him. He just promised, right?
Yeonjun nearly screams when Beomgyu bends him over in half, caging him with his broad shoulders. His knees are hooked over his shoulders, and he scrambles to grasp onto Beomgyu’s back, grabbing onto the sturdiest thing Yeonjun can desperately cling to.
So sweet and submissive, ready to take everything he’s been given, and at Beomgyu’s mercy, he begins to fuck Yeonjun at a cruel pace. Yeonjun moans helplessly as he is fucked into the sheets again and again and again. He almost forgets to breathe, lying on the sheets as he’s made to take Beomgyu’s cock over and over again. Beomgyu abuses his prostate, fucking him into the covers, he’s worried he’s going to create an imprint there forever.
Beomgyu pulls out, before flipping him over easily like a doll, before sliding his cock back inside easily in one go. Yeonjun garbles at the intrusion, drool smudging onto the sheets.
Yeonjun grits his teeth, “Stupid, useless beta cock.” He spits out with faux venom. Beomgyu stills for a long moment when he hears him. Yeonjun’s cock is leaking profusely with so much precum against his stomach uncomfortably with the number of times Beomgyu is trying to blue ball him.
He pats Yeonjun's thighs and laughs mockingly, but the grip on Yeonjun’s hips tightens almost painfully. Yeonjun hisses. He squirms with Beomgyu’s cock still buried inside him as Beomgyu refuses to move. Yeonjun mewls, trying to fuck himself onto Beomgyu’s cock for some friction. He probably looks stupid right now because it isn’t working. He doesn’t need to look, and he can already see the shit-eating grin Beomgyu plastered on his face.
“Useless?” He hums out. Yeonjun makes a grunt, refusing to say anything else, much less let Beomgyu win this meaningless banter.
Yeonjun’s weeping cock is trapped between him and the sheet, and he tries desperately to get some friction again, rolling his hips below him. He moans softly. He hears Beomgyun tutting at him with dissatisfaction before he feels a knee being shoved in between his thighs.
“Ah, ah, hyung,” Beomgyu scolds. “You don’t deserve to touch yourself.”
“Motherfucker.” Yeonjun tries to twist away from Beomgyu, desperation bleeding into him as he tries rutting again onto the sheets to chase that delicious high. He’s so, so fucking close to coming already. He’ll be damned if Beomgyu is going to steal his orgasm away from him…so just a little more-
Beomgyu growls, his grip harshens, his fingers digging into his fleshy hips as he pulls him down, fucking him even deeper onto his cock. Yeonjun cries out breathy and shakily. He relishes for a second on the thought of waking up to more black and blue bruises being marked on him. He lets out a small breathy giggle, and Yeonjun becomes impossibly wetter, soaking Beomgyu’s cock around with more of his slick.
Beomgyu lets out a lowly approvingly hum. “Why should I fuck you when my dick is useless? Thought you wouldn’t need it,” He teases out.
With every passing second Yeonjun gets more desperate. And with every passing minute, Beomgyu becomes meaner to him.
“Stop being mean.”
“You like it when I’m mean,” Beomgyu smirks. And Yeonjun couldn’t even lie to that even if his life depended on it.
“Just shut up and start fucking me already you little shit.” Yeonjun’s hand shoots up from under him, attempting to land slap him, but Beomgyu smacks his hand away easily.
“Since my cock is that useless to you,” Beomgyu remarks. “I’ll fuck you how I want, hyung.” He bends down to bite his ears, tearing a broken cry from Yeonjun. “I guess I’ll just show you then. I’ll fuck you so hard, your omega womb is going to feel it.” And Yeonjun’s instinct practically melts at that.
Beomgyu’s cock pushes in, and Yeonjun lets out a pleased sigh. Beomgyu spends a few seconds reveling in the wet, tight heat, and before Yeonjun can pick up a fuss again, he’s already sliding out, his hips swinging into him and fucking him with wild abandon. Yeonjun starts sobbing into bed, clinging onto the sheets for dear life, as his stupid big cock relentlessly hits his prostrate gland.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my god,” Yeonjun chokes out, arching his back against him to just get more of his cock inside him. It’s not enough. It’s not enough, he needs more.
“Come inside… inside.. your cum. Oh god,” he babbles out, clawing at the sheets beneath him. Beomgyu starts fucking him even harder, spurring him on as Yeonjun keens so loudly that the others can probably hear him at this point, but right now Yeonjun’s too mind fucked to even realize.
Beomgyu slams into him, and Yeonjun cries out as the whole bed shakes with the vigor of Beomgyu’s thrusts. His knees dig harshly into the mattress, and his thighs burn with shame with Beomgyu pounding into him, his balls crudely slamming against his ass. His hips begin to falter, hammering with fervor as he chases his high, driving himself into Yeonjun.
Beomgyu shoves his face down, his chest pressed deeply against the bed. Beomgyu grunts as he cums, burying inside him as deep as he can, as far as his cock can reach his womb. Yeonjun wails, legs trembling as he cums on Beomgyu’s cock and cock alone, overwhelmed as he pathetically tries to get away from Beomgyu’s cock, but Beomgyu cages him into the sheets impossibly further, his hips forcing his cock inside him as Yeonjun’s there to milk Beomgyu’s orgasm.
God, Yeonjun’s feels like he’s going fucking burst.
He feels Beomgyu pepper small kisses along his back, and his head feels like cotton, floating in a mind-numbing-induced state. Beomgyu continues to grind his dick more into him, plugging up his cum, as some start to drip down his thighs. Yeonjun lets out a soft moan. He feels his nerves heat up, his instincts preening again, as he relishes the fact that he’s so filled up with Beomgyu’s cum.
Beomgyu’s arm snakes up, with a rough hand splaying below his stomach, he can feel the slight bulge underneath his palms. Yeonjun squirms away, feeling self-conscious. He can feel Beomgyu still hard inside of him.
“I-I can’t anymore,” Yeonjun cries out pitifully, almost heaving on air.
Beomgyu clicks his tongue. “I’m not done with you, hyung. I’ll breed you properly so that no other alpha can.” Yeonjun gasps, his omega instincts perking up, burning inside him at the idea of it, but he still shakes his head. He thinks he’s seriously going to be the first person to die from dick if Beomgyu starts fucking him again, but Beomgyu just laughs with a deep rumble to his chest. Like a bear ready to devour him whole, leaving him stripped to his bones and bare only to his instincts. Beomgyu is going to tear him apart bit by bit.
He stares dazedly down at Yeonjun, all debauched and ruined because of him. Yeonjun’s cheek is pressed against the pillow stained with his tears and drool, and Beomgyu feels a puff of pride in his chest, still feeling high on the inkling of power he has over his hyung. How sweetly his hyung yields for him if Beomgyu just takes control,
Beomgyu spreads his cheeks apart with his thumb, hooking a thumb inside, watching a glob of his cum ooze out. He lifts his hands from his cheeks and presses his cum back inside his hole. Yeonjun burns in embarrassment, only managing a small whimper out, too drained to give a complaint.
“Then, start getting ready noona,” he purrs out, already spreading Yeonjun’s legs apart.