“Th-Then I'll stay,” Jisung whispered, his voice barely audible. He can't wait to finish and go back to his home and never see this cocky man again.

The man's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Now strip,” he purred, the words sending a shiver down Jisung’s spine. He knew Jisung was doing this for his own good, but the omega’s reluctance only made the moment more thrilling.

Jisung’s hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the fabric. He hesitated, his gaze darting to the man, who stood with his arms crossed, watching him with an intensity that made Jisung’s stomach twist. The alpha’s expression was unreadable, but the slight tilt of his head and the way his eyes darkened with anticipation sent a jolt of nervous energy through Jisung.

‘Couldn’t he get a bigger size?’ Jisung thought, his eyes involuntarily flicking back to the alpha's tank top, which clung so tightly to his upper body it left nothing to the imagination. The fabric strained against the man’s chiseled abs, and even with his arms crossed, the man’s biceps looked massive, the muscles flexing as he shifted slightly. Jisung mentally rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t deny the way his pulse quickened at the sight. Forcing himself to focus, he swallowed hard but before he continued.

“Does the bunny need help!!” The man said with a teasing tone, making jisung shot him a deadly glare, how dare this man act nice when he literally asked him to strip himself minutes ago. He has no shame.

  

With a shaky breath, Jisung pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air brushed against his skin, raising goosebumps as he reached for the button of his pants. His fingers trembled so badly he could barely undo it, but he managed, sliding the fabric down his legs and stepping out of it. He stood there, exposed and vulnerable, his arms instinctively crossing over his chest in a futile attempt to shield himself.

The man's gaze raked over him, slow and deliberate, taking in every detail. Jisung felt his cheeks burn under the scrutiny, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure it could be heard across the room. He wanted to look away, to hide, but something in The man's expression kept him rooted in place.

“Good,” Hyunsuk said, his voice low and approving. “Now, face the wall.”

Jisung obeyed, his legs moving on their own as he turned and pressed his palms against the cool surface. He heard the soft rustle of fabric behind him, and his breath hitched as the alpha stepped closer, his presence like a furnace at Jisung’s back.

The man's hands settled on Jisung’s hips, guiding him into position. “Place your hands here,” he instructed, his voice calm but firm. Jisung complied, his fingers splaying against the wall as the black haired adjusted his stance. The alpha’s touch was firm but not unkind, and Jisung couldn’t help the way his body responded, a shiver running down his spine.

‘Is this how they have sex these days?’ Jisung thought to himself, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the unfamiliar position. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was also a strange thrill in the way the alpha's hands lingered on his skin, possessive and commanding.

The sound of a belt buckle clicking open snapped Jisung out of his thoughts, his breath catching in his throat. He heard the soft hiss of leather sliding free, and his heart began to race, his pulse thundering in his ears. He didn’t know whether it was fear or excitement that made his body tremble, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

Before he could process what was happening, a slap landed on his ass, the sharp crack of leather against skin echoing through the room. Jisung cried out, his hands instinctively flying back to cover the stinging pain. But Hyunsuk was quicker, catching his wrists and pinning them back against the wall. Jisung didn't know why he was being punished.

“Keep your hands here,” Hyunsuk said, his voice firm but not unkind. “Unless you want more.”

Jisung nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He forced his hands back against the wall, his fingers curling into fists as he braced himself for the next blow.

“What’s your favorite number?” 

Jisung blinked, confused. “Eight,” he answered without thinking.

Hyunsuk’s lips curved into a smirk. “Then you’ll take eight slaps. And if you stop counting, you’ll take more.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

The second slap came, sharper than the first, and Jisung gasped, his body jerking forward. “One,” he managed to choke out, his voice trembling.

Hyunsuk hummed in approval, his hand rubbing soothing circles over the reddened skin. “Good. Keep counting.”

The third slap landed, and Jisung’s breath hitched, his body arching instinctively. “Two,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

By the fourth slap, the pain began to shift, the sharp sting giving way to a warm, tingling sensation that spread through his body. Jisung’s breath came faster, his skin flushing as the heat pooled low in his stomach. “Three,” he gasped, his voice shaky but louder this time.

The fifth and sixth slaps came in quick succession, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through Jisung’s body. He moaned softly, his hands gripping the wall for support as his legs threatened to give out. “Four… five,” he panted, his voice trembling with a mix of pain and arousal.

The seventh slap was harder, the sound echoing through the room as Jisung cried out, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. “Six,” he gasped, his voice breaking.

By the eighth slap, Jisung was trembling, his body alight with a strange, overwhelming pleasure. The pain had faded, replaced by a deep, throbbing need that left him breathless and desperate. “Seven… eight,” he moaned, his voice barely a whisper.

Hyunsuk stepped closer, his hands sliding around Jisung’s waist as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jisung's ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and approving. “You did so well.”

Jisung shuddered, his body leaning back into the alpha's touch, as hyunsuk's hands explored his heated skin. The pain had transformed into something else entirely, a heady mix of pleasure and desire that left Jisung feeling raw and exposed.

Hyunsuk stood tall, his expression unreadable as he looked down at Jisung. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.

Jisung hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with the heat pooling in his stomach. But something in the alpha’s tone made his body obey before his mind could catch up. He lowered himself to his knees, his hands resting awkwardly on his thighs as he stared up at the black haired, his cheeks burning, and the weight of the man's gaze made him feel both exposed and strangely exhilarated.

Hyunsuk's lips curved into a smirk as he lowered his pants a little to free his erection. Jisung’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the sight before him. It was the first time he had seen alpha's one up close, and the sheer size of it made his stomach twist with a mix of fear and fascination.

“You know what to do.” 

Jisung’s mouth went dry, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to do, how could he? This was all so new, so overwhelming. But admitting that felt like admitting defeat, and he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Instead, he leaned forward tentatively, his lips parting as he tried to figure out how to begin.

Hyunsuk watched him struggle for a moment before taking pity on him. He placed a hand on the back of Jisung’s head, guiding him gently but firmly. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Just follow my lead.”

Jisung nodded, his heart pounding as he allowed the man to guide him. The first touch of his lips to the alpha's length sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he flinched, his teeth accidentally grazing the sensitive skin.

Hyunsuk’s grip on his hair tightened, a low growl escaping his lips. “This is the first and last time I feel your teeth,” he said, his voice sharp but not unkind. “Understand?”

Jisung tried to talk with a full mouth. “Y-Yush.”

Hyunsuk’s grip relaxed slightly, and he began to guide Jisung’s movements, setting a slow, steady pace. At first, Jisung struggled, his inexperience showing in every awkward motion. But as Hyunsuk’s pushed Jisung's head, urging him to take more, the omega found himself surrendering to the rhythm, his body responding instinctively.

The taste was strange, unfamiliar, and not at all what Jisung had expected. He didn’t understand why people enjoyed this, but the way the alpha's breath hitched told him he was doing something right. Still, the sensation of the alpha's length hitting the back of his throat made him gag, tears springing to his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

“Where do you think you’re going, bunny?” Hyunsuk teased, his voice dark with amusement. “You’re going to swallow all of it like the good boy you are.”

Jisung’s eyes watered as the man's pace quickened, his movements becoming more forceful. He tried to pull back, but the man's hands held him firmly in place, his grip unyielding. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that left Jisung trembling.

When Hyunsuk finally released, Jisung swallowed instinctively, his body shuddering as he struggled to catch his breath. He coughed, his throat raw, and wiped at his tear-streaked face with the back of his hand. Hyunsuk chuckled, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched Jisung recover.

“Good boy,” Hyunsuk murmured before reaching down to brush a strand of hair from Jisung’s face. “You did well.”

Lie. This was the worst time Hyunsuk had ever had a blow job.

Jisung’s cheeks flushed at the praise, his body still trembling as he tried to process what had just happened. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was also a strange sense of accomplishment in having pleased this alpha.

Hyunsuk stepped back, adjusting his clothes before walking over to the bed. He patted the space beside him. “Come here,” he said.

Jisung hesitated for a moment before obeying, his legs shaky as he made his way to the bed. He sat down beside the man, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner and the rapid beating of Jisung’s heart.

The alpha reached for the remote on the nightstand, turning off the lights with a click. The room was plunged into darkness, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains.

“Is that all?” Jisung asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunsuk turned to him. “What do you want, then?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Jisung bit his lip, his cheeks burning as he struggled to find the words. He wanted more -needed more- but the thought of saying it out loud was almost too much to bear. He looked away, his fingers twisting the edge of the blanket.

Hyunsuk raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Mm? I can’t hear you,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

... to be continued 

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