Chapter Six #4
“You’re in heat,” he says. His voice comes out so rough it doesn’t sound like the Hyunwoo I know. It sounds like something older and less civilized.
I can’t answer him with words. My mouth opens but what comes out is a whine.
My body is responding to his presence with a violence that terrifies me.
My hole clenches and gushes a fresh wave of slick that I feel run hot down the inside of my thigh, my cock jerks against my stomach and leaks a thick bead of precum that drips onto the sheets, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps so intense they hurt, every hair on my body standing on end.
Because his pheromones are reaching me now.
Not the carefully suppressed trace amounts I’ve been breathing off his pillow.
The real thing. Pouring off him in waves as his alpha biology responds to my heat, rich and heavy and so overwhelmingly dominant that my head swims and my vision blurs at the edges.
They fill the room in seconds, mixing with my own scent until the air between us is so thick with combined pheromones that each breath I take makes my body clench and pulse and ache harder.
I reach for him. My hand comes off the pillow and stretches toward him, trembling, my fingers grasping at nothing.
“Hyunwoo, please.” My voice cracks on his name. “It hurts. It hurts so bad, I need—”
I don’t finish the sentence. I don’t have to.
His nostrils flare again at the sound of my voice, at the plea in it, and his hands go to his belt.
The buckle clinks as he wrenches it open, his fingers shoving at the button of his pants and dragging the zipper down with a sharp metallic sound.
He pushes his pants and underwear down together, kicking them off his ankles.
He’s hard already—fully, aggressively hard, his cock flushed dark and curving up toward his stomach, thick and heavy.
The sight of it makes my hole clench so violently I cry out.
I sit up before I know what I’m doing.
My body moves, omega instinct that’s been dormant my entire adult life now roaring awake and seizing control of my limbs. I lunge forward on the mattress, grab Hyunwoo’s shoulders with both hands, drag him down toward me, and press my mouth against his.
Hyunwoo makes a sharp sound against my lips—a grunt of surprise, his body going stiff for a fraction of a second.
Then his hands come up and grip the back of my neck, hard, his fingers threading into my damp hair and fisting there, holding my head in place.
He growls into the kiss, a sound I feel more than hear, rumbling through his chest. His tongue pushes past my lips and slides against mine, hot and demanding, and I moan into his mouth.
My mind is too far gone to comprehend what I’m doing—that it’s Hyunwoo I’m kissing, that I’m the one clawing at his chest and shoulders, that I initiated this, that I’m begging wordlessly with my mouth and my hands and every sound falling out of me.
I chase his tongue with mine, suck on his lower lip, press my entire body against his until there’s no space left between us.
My hips roll forward and I grind the front of my soaked sweatpants against his bare cock, the friction dragging a groan out of both of us simultaneously, the wet heat of my slick soaking through the fabric onto his skin makes Hyunwoo’s grip on my hair tighten until it stings.
My hands find his cock. I wrap both hands around him, feeling the weight and heat of him pulse against my palms, the skin velvet-smooth and burning hot.
He’s so hard the shaft barely gives under my grip.
I squeeze, stroking from base to tip, smearing the precum leaking from his slit down his length with my thumb.
Then I’m pulling away from his mouth and dropping down.
I don’t think about it at all. No moment of hesitation for what I’m about to do.
My body folds forward, my hands grip the base of his cock firmly, and I lower my mouth onto the head.
My lips stretch around the flushed crown and I suck, hollowing my cheeks, my tongue pressing flat against the underside.
“Fuck—” Hyunwoo’s voice cracks above me sharply.
His fingers thread deeper into my hair and grip tight enough to pull, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, pushing another inch of his cock past my lips.
I take it. I sink down further, my tongue working the underside in long, slow strokes, copying every motion I know feels good when it’s done to me.
I swirl my tongue around the head, lap at the sensitive ridge beneath the crown, then take him deeper, further, until the fat head of his cock hits the back of my throat and my eyes water.
I swallow around him. My throat constricts, the muscles squeezing the head of his cock, and Hyunwoo says “fuck” again, louder this time, his hips snapping forward in a thrust he can’t control.
The force of it pushes his cock deeper into my throat and I gag slightly, my eyes streaming, saliva running down my chin and dripping onto the sheets.
But the taste of him on my tongue—salt and skin and the faintest musk of alpha—satisfies a deep and primal part of me, the thing that’s been screaming for hours, so I hold still and let him fuck my throat.
He does. Short, sharp thrusts, his grip in my hair guiding my head, his breathing gone ragged above me.
I moan around his cock and the vibration makes his whole body shudder, his thighs tensing against my hands where I’m bracing myself.
I can feel him getting close—the way his rhythm stutters, the way his cock swells thicker on my tongue, the way his fingers are shaking in my hair.
Hyunwoo comes with a sound I’ve never heard him make before—a guttural cry that cracks in the middle—his cock pulsing hard in my mouth, flooding it with thick, hot cum that hits the back of my throat.
I choke on the first spurt, some of it spilling from the corner of my lips and running down my chin, but then I swallow.
Once, twice, again, taking it down, and the taste of it is good.
Startlingly good—rich and warm and satisfying in a way that soothes some of the feverish hunger gnawing at my stomach, the heat in my belly banking just slightly with each swallow like his cum is putting out a fire from the inside.
I pull off slowly, a string of saliva and cum stretching between my swollen lips and the head of his cock before it breaks and falls against my chin. I lick my lips without thinking about it, chasing the taste, and look up.
Hyunwoo is staring down at me. His chest is heaving, his skin flushed from his collarbones to his hairline, his hair mussed from where I must have grabbed at it during the kiss.
His eyes are still blown almost entirely black, and the expression on his face is between shock and hunger—his mouth slightly open, his brow creased, looking at me like he’s never seen me before in his life.
“Fuck, Yugyeom,” he breathes. His voice is strained.
The brief satisfaction is already fading. I can feel the heat surging back, the temporary relief from swallowing his cum dissolving like ice on hot pavement, the ache in my hole roaring back to full force within seconds. I moan—a low, pained sound—and fall back onto the bed.
I pull my legs back toward my chest. Fold them open. Reach down with both hands and spread my cheeks apart, showing him everything—my hole glistening and flushed dark, clenching visibly, slick running down my taint in rivulets that drip onto the ruined sheets beneath me.
“Please.” My voice comes out hoarse and cracked, barely recognizable. “It aches so bad. I need something inside me, I can’t—Hyunwoo, please, I can’t take it.”
He moves fast. His hands catch my ankles and push them back further, folding me, my knees pressing toward my shoulders.
He rises over me, his body blocking out the ceiling light, and I feel the blunt head of his cock—already hard again, his alpha body responding to my heat with a recovery speed that would be impressive if I had the brain cells left to appreciate it—press against my entrance.
“Fucking hell,” he snarls, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on where his cock is nudging against my hole. “I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
He thrusts in with one smooth, powerful stroke.
I moan so loud it echoes off the bedroom walls, my head thrown back into the pillows, my mouth open and my eyes squeezed shut as the width of Hyunwoo’s cock spreads me open and fills me in a single motion.
The stretch, the heat, the sheer blinding relief of being filled after hours of aching emptiness—it’s so good I could cry.
I think I am crying. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and run into my hairline as my walls grip his cock like they were shaped for exactly this, tight and slick and pulsing around every inch of him.
I pull him closer. My nails dig into his back, raking red lines across his shoulder blades, and I shift my hips, angling them up, drawing him deeper.
He goes willingly, sinking in until I can feel the press of his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried to the root, the head nudging against my cervix.
Hyunwoo drops his face into the curve of my neck, his lips and nose pressed against my scent glands, and inhales so deeply his ribs expand against my chest. The groan that comes out of him is almost pained.
“You smell so fucking good right now, Yuggie.” His mouth moves against my skin as he talks, his breath hot and damp on my throat. “Like nothing I’ve ever—fuck, it’s driving me insane.”