By the time he works in a second finger, curling them inside me with that infuriating surety, I'm already shuddering, my thighs twitching like I'm wired to a live current. Every drag of his fingers against my walls sends sparks shooting up my spine, and I swear I can feel my pulse hammering in my throat. My vision blurs at the edges, my thoughts dissolving into static—all I know is him, the stretch, that slow, burning pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my gut.
Donghwa groans low, pressing his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling hot and ragged. Sweat beads on his temples, dripping down to mix with mine. His fingers pump in and out, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room.
"Sorry," he rasps, voice gravel-rough, eyes half-lidded and wrecked. "I wanted to prep you better first... but fuck, hyung. You feel so goddamn good inside. I'm dying to bury my cock in you already."
I gasp, clutching his shoulder, nails digging into damp skin. "It's okay. I can take it."
Donghwa curses against my lips, low and filthy, and kisses me harder—like he’s trying to devour the sound. His hands clamp under my thighs, lifting me clean off the desk in one effortlessmove. The world spins; my back hits the mattress with a whoosh of cool sheets, and he’s on me instantly, a wall of fever-hot skin and muscle crashing down.
He yanks my pants the rest of the way off, the fabric dragging rough over my calves before he flings it across the room. His own sweatpants go next—kicked off in a tangle that lands somewhere by the bookshelf. I barely register it. He’s shoving my thighs apart with his knees, spreading me wide, his mouth still fused to mine, tongue thrusting deep and demanding.
I cling to him, sucking at his tongue like I’m starving, desperate to swallow down every last trace of that addictive scent—cold night air all tangled up with the crisp mint from his toothpaste. My cock jerks against his abdomen, leaving a sticky smear between us. The friction’s nowhere near enough, but it still has me gasping.
Then he moves—sudden, aggressive—and I feel the blunt pressure of his cockhead pressing right where I’m desperate for it. No teasing. No hesitation. Not even a second for me to catch my breath before he’s pushing in, that first thick inch stretching me open in one ruthless slide.
A broken noise tears out of me, half-muffled against his lips. It burns, fuck, it burns—but it’s the good kind of hurt, the kind that makes my back arch and my fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. The stretch stings, but beneath it, there’s thisrelief, like my body’s been waiting for nothing but this exact moment.
And then, worse—better—I realize I’m already squeezing around him, like some traitorous part of me can’t wait to take the rest.
His growl starts deep, vibrating low in his chest until it builds into this rough, possessive sound that rattles through me. The second it hits my ears, I feel it everywhere—every nerve lighting up, heat coiling tighter in my gut.
Then he moves. No warning. Just pure, brutal intent as he drives into me in one devastating thrust that leaves me gasping. He bottoms out hard, his hips pressed flush against mine, and for a second all I can do is feel—the stretch, the burn, the way my body yields to him. Every inch of him pulses inside me, that restless rut energy radiating between us like a current I can’t escape.
He doesn’t pause—doesn’t give me a second to recover before he’s pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back in again. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin bounces off the walls, louder than my own ragged breathing. My vision whites out, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescents behind as I arch up off the mattress.
One hand fists the sheets—the other rakes down his back, catching on the raised ink of his tattoos like I’m trying to claw my way under his skin the way he’s under mine. The words tear from my throat before I can stop them: “Yes—fuck, harder—” He obliges, hips snapping forward again, grinding against that spot inside me that has my toes curling and my cock leaking against my stomach. It’s too much. Not enough. Everything all at once.
His rhythm’s feral—short, punishing thrusts that rock the bedframe against the wall. Thud-thud-thud. The headboard bangs like a drum. Sweat slicks our skin where we slide together, his chest grinding my nipples raw. I’m drowning in it: the copper tang of his bitten lip, the ozone sting of his pheromones choking the air, the obscene squelch of him fucking in and out.
He’s everywhere. Owning me. And for once, I don’t fight it. I just take it—legs locked around him, pulling him deeper, chasing that coil twisting tighter in my gut.
I rock my hips up to meet him, desperate, my head falling back against the pillows as Donghwa drags his mouth down my chest. His lips close around one nipple, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to pull a ragged groan from my throat. Fuck, the scrapeof his teeth sends lightning straight to my cock—sharp, teasing nips that make my toes curl and my vision spot.
"Shit—Donghwa," I gasp, fingers twisting in his damp hair, holding him there even as my body arches off the bed. He doesn't let up, licking a flat stripe over the pebbled flesh before switching sides, giving the other the same brutal attention. Every flick of his tongue coils that heat tighter in my gut, turning my blood to fire.
His hand finds my cock next, wrapping around the throbbing length with a grip that's just shy of punishing. He strokes slow at first, thumb rolling over the slick head, smearing precum down the shaft in lazy drags that make my thighs quake. I buck into it, chasing the friction, but he pins my hip with his free hand, controlling the pace like he owns every goddamn inch of me.
And then he starts pounding in earnest.
The first brutal thrust slams home, his cock dragging over that spot inside me that whites out my brain. I shout—can't help it—the sound echoing off the high ceilings of his childhood bedroom. Thud-thud-thud goes the headboard, the bedframe protesting as he sets a rhythm that's pure rut-fueled savagery. No mercy, no holding back. Just deep, punishing strokes that fill me to the brim, stretching me wide around his thickness.
"Like that?" he growls against my skin, voice wrecked, hips snapping forward hard enough to jolt me up the mattress. His fist pumps my cock in time, twisting on the upstroke, and stars burst behind my eyelids. "Fuck, hyung—you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna make me lose it."
"Yes—fuck, yes," I choke out, nails raking down his back, catching on the edges of that tiger tattoo. Sweat slicks us both, our bodies sliding together in a messy grind. Every plunge shoves me higher, pleasure spiking sharp and relentless, building that pressure until I'm panting, babbling nonsense.
My fingers twist into Donghwa's damp hair, yanking hard enough to make him hiss against my chest. The sting of it shoots straight to my cock, and I buck up into his fist, shameless.
"More," I rasp, the word half-growl, half-plea. "Fuck—more, Donghwa."
He obliges like he was born for it. His strokes speed up, grip tightening to that perfect edge of too-much, thumb circling the head on every pass until I'm leaking like a faucet, slicking his palm. His hips don't let up either—snapping forward in brutal rhythm, cock dragging over that spot inside me that turns my spine to liquid fire. Every thrust punches the air out of my lungs, my moans turning ragged, desperate.
"Fuck—fuck—I'm close," I gasp, head thrashing against the pillow. My free hand claws at his shoulder, nails biting into tattooed skin. "Knot me. Please—knot me, you bastard—"
Donghwa growls low, feral, eyes gone pitch-black with rut haze. His fist tugshard—rough, twisting pull that rips a keening whine from my throat—just as his hips slam forward, burying deep.
I shatter.
My vision whites out, body seizing as I come undone, spurting hot ropes across his fist and my stomach. The orgasm hits with force—wave after wave clenching around his cock, milking him as I arch off the bed, every nerve screaming. I can't stop the sounds ripping out of me, high and broken, thighs shaking where they're locked around his waist.
