His pheromones barrel into me like a battering ram.
One second I'm smart-mouthing the air, the next my dick's rock-hard, throbbing against my zipper, already leaking enough to soak through my boxers and make a goddamn wet spot on my shorts. My knees buckle. I grab at his shoulders just to stay upright, but it's useless—his scent's got me pinned harder than his body, every muscle locked down, brain short-circuiting into pure, stupid need.
"Fuck—Donghwa, get a grip," I rasp, but it comes out weak, breathy. Like I'm begging.
He doesn't. Those black eyes fix on me, feral, pupils swallowing everything. He slams me harder into the wall—plaster creaks somewhere behind my spine—and drags his teeth down my neck, sharp enough to sting, right over the bond mark. Hot breath ghosts my skin. "Mine," he growls, voice wrecked, guttural, like it's scraped from the bottom of his chest.
I shiver, hard. Part of me wants to knee him in the balls—this guy's lost his shit, treating me like fresh meat—but my limbs won't fucking move. His pheromones coil around me, thick and commanding, turning my bones to jelly. All I can do is pant, chest heaving, cock twitching like it's got a mind of its own.
Then his hands are on my pants. He yanks them down my thighs in one brutal tug, cool air hitting my bare ass—boxers tangled at my knees now, dick springing free, slick and dripping. His big palms clamp onto my cheeks, kneading rough, fingers digging bruises into muscle, spreading me open like he owns the view.
I yelp, whole body tensing, ass clenching under his grip. "Hey—asshole, warn a guy!" But even as I spit it, my hips jerk forward, chasing friction, traitorous hole fluttering empty. Humiliating. He's wrecking me two seconds in, and I'm leaking for more.
A flicker of real panic slices through the haze. He's too far gone—eyes wild, breaths heaving, cock grinding against my thigh through his sweats like he can't decide whether to fuck me or eat me alive. No lube in sight, no prep, and with the way his pheromones have me locked up tighter than a chastity belt, I couldn't stop him if I tried. My hole clenches on nothing, already aching from memory, but raw? No fucking thanks.
"Donghwa, wait—shit, at least lube me up or—"
He spins me like I weigh nothing, one massive hand splaying across my bare stomach, slamming my back flush to the wall. I suck in a breath, staring up at him, bracing for the burn of him shoving in dry—
Then his knees hit the floor with a thud.
What the—
His palms clamp my hips, iron grips yanking them back, spreading my cheeks wide. Hot breath ghosts over my hole first—fuck—then higher, and before my brain catches up, his mouth engulfs my cock, wet and scorching.
"Fuuuck!" I arch onto my toes, spine bowing like a live wire's hit it. His tongue swirls the head, suction pulling me deep—glurk—throat relaxing around the shaft like he's starving for it. No teasing, no mercy; he bobs hard, cheeks hollowing, one hand fisting my base to strip what his mouth can't reach. Spit drips down my balls, my thighs quake, pleasure exploding white-hot up my spine.
Holy shit, he'sgood. Better than good—mind-melting, sloppy-wet heaven that has me thrusting shallow into his face, cursing his name like a prayer. My fingers scrabble at the wall, nails scraping paint. "You—fucking—hell."
My fingers claw into Donghwa's dark strands like they're my only lifeline, wrenching his head back just to shove him deeper the next second. A guttural "Fuck!" tears from my throat as my hips snap forward on their own—instinct, reflex, whatever the hell this is—chasing the unbearable heat of his mouth. Every wet slide of his tongue sends violent shudders through me, and I twist my grip tighter, my muscles taut as bowstrings. "Jesus—fucking—" The words dissolve into a ragged groan when he hums around me, the vibration ratcheting up the pleasure until I'm shaking. "Fuck—fuck—gonna—" The warning's barely out before it rips through me, fast and brutal, balls drawing tight. I come with a choked yell, shaking like a live wire, vision spottingwhite as ropes of it pulse down his throat. He doesn't even blink, the bastard—just keeps that infuriatingly calm expression while his throat works around me, swallowing me down like it's nothing. His tongue drags along my length deliberately, coaxing out every last drop until I'm shaking apart, my legs barely holding me up. My chest rises and falls like I've just run a marathon, sweat slicking my skin, and all I can do is grip his stupid perfect hair tighter as waves of pleasure crash through me. The way he takes it all—like it's easy, like I'm not fucking wrecking him—only makes me tremble harder, my body strung tight and oversensitive.
Donghwa pulls off with a wetpop, standing slow. Those blown pupils lock on me, black as pitch, chest rising fast. I tremble harder—anticipation twisting low in my gut, cock already twitching back to life from the raw lust rolling off him in waves.
No time to brace. His arm snakes around my waist like a steel band, yanking me clean off my feet. I yelp, legs kicking air as he manhandles me down the hall, my pants still tangled at my ankles, dick flopping with every step.
"Put me—down, you prick!" I snarl, but it comes out breathy, useless.
He doesn't. Kicks open a door to a massive bedroom—all black sheets, black walls, minimalist bullshit that screams "trust fund edge lord"—and tosses me onto the bed like I'm a ragdoll. I land on hands and knees, mattress dipping under my weight. I flail, scrambling to sit up, get some goddamn control—
Too slow. Donghwa's shirt hits the floor. Pants next—two fluid motions, cock springing free, thick and flushed, already leaking. He snatches lube off the nightstand before my palms even hit the sheets.
His hands clamp my hips, yanking me back sharp. I pitch forward, face smacking the mattress, ass shoved high in the airlike an offering. "Hey—fuck you!" I spit into the sheets, cheeks burning, hole clenching on nothing.
The cap snaps open. Cold lube splashes between my cheeks, shockingly slick.
I jolt, ass clenching on instinct, but Donghwa's got me spread wide—thumbs digging into the meat of my thighs, holding me open like he's inspecting a goddamn purchase.
His fingers drag slow circles around my clenched hole, the teasing pressure maddening, and I choke out a ragged, "W-wait—fuck—just—" before he shoves two thick fingers in without warning, knuckles-deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns. He crooks them immediately, relentless, dragging over that spot that makes my vision whiten—like he already knows exactly how to wreck me.
I gasp, sharp and ragged, whole body locking up. "Sh-shit!" My hands fly back, gripping his wrists—iron under sweat-slick skin—but he doesn't budge. "Slow down, you fucking animal!"
He growls low, the sound vibrating straight through his fingers into me. "No slowing down. Hold still or I'll hold you down."
I pant into the mattress, the fabric muffling my pathetic moans as his fingers twist deeper, hitting that perfect spot with terrifying accuracy. Every drag of his knuckles sends electric shocks up my spine, my vision whiting out for a split second before the stars come crashing back.
"F-fuck—" I choke out, biting the sheets when he suddenly scissors his fingers, stretching me wider, the burn melting into something filthy and sweet that has my cock twitching, dripping fresh precum onto his black sheets. My toes curl hard enough to cramp, my hips jerking forward like I can escape the sensation—or maybe chase it, because goddamn it, I can't stop moving, can't stop grinding back onto his hand like some desperate omega in heat.
"Asshole," I mutter into the mattress, but it comes out breathless, wrecked—and he just hums in response, the bastard, like he’s already won.
