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war of hormone

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: werewolf au, smut, some fluff

word count: 5.6k

warning(s): werewolf!dom!jeongguk, human!sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round

rating: 18+

notes: this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!

You've been plaguing his mind lately.

The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.

Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.

God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.

The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month – you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment – and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength.

Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.

You're his, and his only. And he is yours.

Currently, Jeongguk glares down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts – those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight – are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.

During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.

His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company – a popular one, at that – and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.

You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?

His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.

During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.

"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands.

"I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?" you ask.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment.

He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective.

He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.

At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.

"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."

His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver. He loves your fingers in his hair.

"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"

Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."

Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.

Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.

Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?

"Okay, what's wrong?"

He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry.

"Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."

Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.

"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."

You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."

Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further.

"Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.

"Fine," you reply curtly.

Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.

"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off – "

His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter.

"Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."

You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.

Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.

"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes your head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."

Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."

"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps.

He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.

His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.

Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.

"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."

You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"

He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."

He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.

Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.

While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.

Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties.

"Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.

"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."

Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.

He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.

His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.

"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum – A-Ah!"

He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."

Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.

"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no! Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum – "

"Say it again," he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now. Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick."

"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"

"Shit..." Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.

"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."

"Please," you croak.

For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.

He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.

"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.

"The biggest you've ever had?"

You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."

"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."

"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.

The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"

You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.

"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"

"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little – O-Oh..."

He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom.

"Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.

He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.

"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"

He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"

To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"

While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"

Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you wounds, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.

"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"

"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"

He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."

"Well," you whisper, minimally swiveling your hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"

He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."

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