You did not expect your heat to coincide with Hyuck's rut, you really didn't. If you had known that your pheromones might trigger his rut, you wouldn't have fought with him. Hell, you wouldn't have even let him come into your apartment. Unlike you, Hyuck had a great self-control, even in his rut. He manages it pretty well but this time he lost it. With your honey scent engulfing the whole living room, expecting him to stay sane is ridiculous, even to you.
He slams the door shut behind, and you start backing away from him. His eyes are fiery red and his lips curls into a smirk, once he inhaled the cloying scent of yours. Your outfit didn't even help a little. You internally curse yourself for opting to wear it. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip as he takes in your appearance. Flushed cheeks. Blown out eyes. Sweet scent of your slick.
You really thought he's gonna devour you right then and there. But God! Had he had other plans to execute; to ruin you whole. He smiles so sweetly, as if you both hadn't been yelling at each other through phones.
❝Hey sweetness❞ his voice itself gives you chills. The way it deepens when he calls you, makes you shiver even more. Your words come out as whispers, as you lean against the sofa, nails digging into the velvet, ❝Ye-ah❞ you stutter, as more slick soaks through your lace panties. You're burning up, the urge to beg him to ruin you is too much.
❝Shall we watch a movie?❞ he plops down on the couch, legs spread and inviting. You stand rooted in your position, biting your lips as the flush sneaks upto to your cheeks even more, ❝Thought you were gonna fuck me?❞ you try, he might get the hint but he just laughs.
❝Maybe later❞ oh. Your disappointment must have been very clear in your face, because he has his arrogant smirk on his lips and his tongue wets the lower once again, ❝Any problem?❞ his voice is breathy and torturously seductive but you shake your head, as the movie starts.
He pulls you to his lap, making you straddle his thigh. You gasp, when your wet core brushes the rough fabric of his jeans and he is hard. You unconsciously roll your hips, trying to get some friction.
❝Stop squirming❞ He mutters against the back of your neck. You quietly gasp, as his fingers tap the sweaty skin of your thigh. You shift insignificantly, very minimal. He wouldn't even notice it, you think.
❝Be good and sit still, sweetness❞ he whispers his fingers gliding a little up and under the soft fabric of your (his) shirt and kissing the back of your neck. Open mouth kisses are littered all over the bare skin of your back as the shirt slips down without any resistance.
Your breathing is hot and heavy as another wave washes down your body. The shirt is almost transparent with your sweat and skin, hot and burning. Your scent is in the air, alarmingly sweet and intoxicating. The slick stains Donghyuck's jeans and you squirm, ❝Hyuck, pleaseㅡ❞
Your plead is cut off in the middle, when his fingers tug down the lace off your waist, eyes fixed on you, watching your face contort into expression of embarrassment, ❝Aww. You're so wet, sweetness, leaking already❞ the lace lands somewhere in the room, and you couldn't care less about it. The damp shirt joins next, you whine out of diffidence, instinctively covering yourself with your arms going around your torso and red staining your neck till the tip of your ears.
He laughs, the dark pools of his eyes thirstily gawking at you. He pins your hand behind you, and grazes his canines below your collarbone. You gasp, as his tongue runs over the mark of his claim. His lips move up, placing teasing bites all over your throat and finally on your lips. It's barely a contact, yet it draws you in.
❝Ride my thigh, sweetness❞ his breath is hot against your lips. Your breath hitches, when he positions his thigh right against your core while he sets the rhythm, for you to fall, to get lost in him.
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