Chapter Twenty-Five #12
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 tugs hard—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.
Donghwa curses—raw, guttural, like it’s ripped straight from his gut—and his fist spasms around my cock, grip going slack as his whole body locks up. I’m still riding the aftershocks, vision fractured, when his teeth sink into my shoulder.
Hard. Deep.
The pain flares, sharp enough to yank a scream from my throat, but it twists into something filthy and perfect as his knot surges inside me.
Fuck—fuck—it swells fast, ruthless, stretching my rim to the breaking point.
I buck wildly, every nerve screaming from the burn, the impossible fullness punching the air from my lungs in a ragged cry.
“Shit—too much—fuck, Donghwa!”
He doesn’t answer. Can’t. His hips stutter, grinding deep as the knot balloons, locking us together with a pressure that borders on agony.
Hot spurts flood me—pulse after thick pulse, his come painting my insides until I feel it sloshing, dripping, claiming every inch.
His growl vibrates against my skin where he’s latched on, teeth grinding deeper, blood welling under his bite as his body jerks with each release.
I’m wrecked. Overloaded. My body clenches around the intrusion on instinct, milking him through it, and the feedback loop hits like lightning—his pleasure spiking mine, dragging out the high until tears prick my eyes and my spent cock twitches feebly against my stomach.
He finally releases my shoulder with a wet pop, panting hot against the fresh mark, his weight collapsing half onto me. We’re fused, sweat-slick and trembling, his knot throbbing like a heartbeat inside me.
The room hums around us, thick with the aftermath—sweat-slick skin sticking where we touch, the metallic tang of blood from my shoulder mixing with the sharp bite of his come leaking out around his knot. My pulse thuds in my ears, every nerve fried to a crisp, but I force my eyes open anyway.
Donghwa hovers above me, chest heaving, black hair plastered to his forehead in damp spikes.
His pupils are still blown, but there's a clarity creeping back in, softening the feral edge.
Fuck, he looks wrecked. Beautifully, completely wrecked.
And he's mine. Not just because of the bond or the knot still pulsing inside me like a second heartbeat.
He's mine because I want him—want this infuriating, tattooed freshman who draws me like I'm art and fucks me like I'm his religion.
The thought hits like a gut punch, raw and possessive, and I stare up at him, chest tight with something bigger than lust.
He must feel it. His eyes lock on mine, narrowing just a fraction before he dips his head and kisses me—slow this time, lips dragging soft and thorough, tongue licking into my mouth like he's tasting the truth of it. No rush. No rut haze driving it. Just him, breathing me in.
I melt into it, hands sliding up his back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer until we're forehead-to-forehead, breaths syncing.
Minutes drag—maybe longer—his knot keeping us locked, twitching occasionally like an aftershock.
My body hums, sated but greedy, every shift of his hips sending lazy sparks through me.
Finally, it deflates. He pulls out slow, deliberate, and I can't help the whine that slips free—empty, too empty, my hole clenching around nothing.
"Shh," he murmurs, voice gravel-rough. Before I can complain, his hands hook under my knees, lifting my legs high and folding me damn near in half. My hips tilt up off the mattress, ass exposed, thighs splayed wide.
I blink down at him, frowning through the post-orgasm fog. "What the hell are you—"
Donghwa grins. It's not his usual smirk. It's feral, all teeth and promise, eyes glinting like he's about to devour me whole. He shoves my thighs farther apart with his shoulders, settling between them like he owns the view.
"Couldn't prep you properly earlier," he says, voice low and unapologetic. "Rut brain. I'm making up for it now."
My breath hitches. His breath ghosts over my stretched hole—still slick with his come, twitching from the sudden exposure. Heat floods my face, but my cock gives a traitorous jerk against my stomach.
My eyes go round as saucers, mouth flying open to protest—"Donghwa, what the fu—"
The words choke off into a raw, strangled moan the second his tongue spears into me.
Holy shit.
He doesn't ease in. Doesn't tease. He just dives, plunging that hot, slick muscle deep into my still-dripping hole, lapping at the mess he left behind like he's starving for it.
His own come coats his tongue, thick and salty, and the wet, filthy slurp of him sucking it out of me echoes louder than my pounding heartbeat.
Pressure builds instantly—his shoulders shoving my thighs wider, his nose grinding against my taint, breath blasting hot over my oversensitive skin.
I buck hard, back arching off the bed, heels digging into the mattress for leverage. "F-fuck—Donghwa!" It's half-whine, half-curse, my voice cracking like glass. Pleasure rips through me, sharp and unrelenting, every flick of his tongue against my walls turning my nerves to live wires.
He growls into me—vibration humming straight up my spine—and doubles down, fucking his tongue in and out, spearing deep, curling to drag more of his release free. Swallow. Lap. Repeat. The suction pulls at me, filthy and possessive, and I swear I feel every ridge of his tongue scraping my rim.
My hands fly to the sheets, knuckles bleaching white as I fist the fabric, twisting until I think it rips.
Writhing does nothing; he's got me pinned, thighs trembling over his shoulders, ass clenching around the relentless thrust of his mouth.
Heat coils low in my gut again, cock leaking fresh precum onto my stomach despite just coming.
It's too much—too good—my hips rolling on instinct, fucking back onto his face like I can't help it.
"God—shit—gonna—" I gasp, head thrashing, toes curling so hard they cramp. He doesn't let up, humming approval as he sucks harder, tongue plunging faster, chasing every drop until I'm shaking, right on the edge again.
“Insane,” I gasp out, the word torn from my chest on a ragged breath. My thighs quake over his shoulders, every muscle locked tight as his tongue fucks deeper, relentless, chasing every drop of his own come like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. “You’re fucking insane, Donghwa—oh god—”
He pulls back just enough to drag his tongue flat up my perineum, slow and filthy, lapping at the sensitive strip of skin until my hips jerk hard, a whine ripping free before I can choke it down.
The wet heat of him lingers, his breath blasting hot against my hole, and I’m shaking, cock twitching uselessly against my stomach.
“Settle in, hyung,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough and smug, lips brushing my rim on the last word. “It’s gonna be a long weekend.”
Fuck.