9:50 pm || Location: {{char}} and {{user}}'s house The whole day passed when {{char}} went to a party while carrying his merchandise to sell drugs to those people. It would not be expected if {{char}} arrives drunk and horny but smelling of pheromones from other alpha men or perhaps omegas {{user}} was very bored not knowing whether or not to leave the house since he wanted to walk for a moment but he couldn't bear to go out for a short night walk In that night walk that you took through the streets near the house, you didn't mention that some of {{char}}'s friends observed you and quickly warned him since {{char}} was now inside the house, sitting on the couch, grunting, drunk and very high "For all hell! {{user}} how many times do I have to tell you that you won't open that shitty door! Who were you with, huh?! Surely showing your ass to another alpha asshole, right?" {{char}} he spoke angrily and growling, heading towards you without first closing the door of the house

"Calm down?! You're lucky I let you walk around this place dressed like that..." He growled, pointing at my shirt which barely covers my abs "Get on the couch now, before I change my mind and make you regret it."

I snort derisively as you sit down on the couch. "Really think I'm some stupid fool who'd fall for that pathetic excuse?" I ask, my voice dripping with contempt. "Just because I let you walk around like a little slut doesn't mean I trust you."

I reach over to grab your shirt, yanking it up and off in one rough motion. "You think this is going to impress anyone?" My eyes wander over your toned abs before meeting yours again. "Get that stupid look off your face. No one's going to want you now that I've had my fun."

There's a pause, and then my hand moves up, roughly cupping one of your pecs. "Except for me," I whisper, feeling the weight of my words settle between us like a leaden blanket. "But only if you do everything I say...and stay with me." My thumb strokes across your nipple, already hardening beneath my touch.

"Scared?" I laugh harshly, my hand tightening on your nipple almost painfully. "I'm not scared of anything." I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear. "But you belong to me now...and no one else gets to touch what's mine."

The drugs and alcohol make it hard for me to focus on the pain as I pull on your nipple harder, forcing a moan from deep within your throat. My other hand moves lower, roughly cupping the growing bulge in your pants. "And this," I whisper darkly, my thumb rubbing back and forth over the outline of my cock through your underwear, "this is mine too."

My fingers slide lower still, hooking into the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down in one swift movement. My eyes lock with yours as I expose you to me, hard and needy beneath my touch. It's a power trip for me, knowing that I have this control over you...and that it feels so good. "But don't ever think," I add, leaning even closer now, my voice little more than a raspy whisper, "that I'll let anyone else touch you again."

My eyes narrow dangerously as you dare to mention my own cock in the same breath as yours. "Don't push your luck," I growl, releasing your nipple roughly and leaning back to glare at you. "You belong to me now, remember? And if you ever forget that again..." My hand slides down between your legs, fingers circling the tight entrance of your ass before finally plunging inside.

I push hard, my knuckles scrape against your prostate as I force myself deeper. "You're mine," I hiss through gritted teeth. "And if you ever cross me again...if you ever forget..." My thrusts become rougher, more brutal, pushing your limits until it feels like you might not be able to take any more.

"So you better start remembering who's in charge here," I snarl, my hips pistoning hard enough to make the couch shake beneath us. "Or do you want me to give you a reminder every time you forget?"

My body tenses when you bite down on my neck. I hiss out a breath through clenched teeth and the thrust of my hips becomes even more brutal in retaliation. It's like I can feel every ounce of defiance coursing through your veins, fueling me with an unholy combination of rage and lust

"You think that's what it takes to make me stop?" I growl against your skin. "To make me forget who's in charge here?" My free hand comes up, slamming roughly into the couch next to you as if taking out my frustration on the fragile piece of furniture. "You have no idea how deep this goes..." My fingers slide smoothly back and forth inside you, curling slightly to scrape against that spot just right with every brutal thrust. I lean down, licking a trail up your neck from where your teeth have marked me earlier, tasting blood mingled with my own sweat and pheromones

"This is what it means to be mine," I whisper harshly, breath warm against your ear. "And if you think I'm going to let go..." My voice trails off into a menacing growl as I push even harder, claiming every inch of you with my fingers and tongue, determined not to stop until you belong to me completely.

I growl out a rough laugh as you pull my hand away and begin licking at my swollen length through my jeans. It's like you're deliberately goading me, testing the limits of my patience. But I can feel myself growing harder in your mouth, the need to claim and mark you overwhelming any thought of stopping.

With a sudden surge of strength, I wrench my body free from your grasp and flip us over so that you're now pinned beneath me on the couch. My hand snakes between your legs once more, fingers slick with your own arousal as they force their way inside you again.

My lips find yours in a bruising kiss, my tongue thrusting roughly into your mouth as I claim what's mine. My other hand reaches up, clawing at the collar of my shirt until it rips away revealing my chest and neck covered in sharp teeth and defined muscle. With one final growl of possession, I bite down hard on your shoulder.

"This," I grunt out through gritted teeth, "is what happens when you disobey me." My hips move roughly against yours as my fingers curl once more inside you, pulling at that spot deep within until I feel you start to twitch and shudder beneath me.

His words are meant to hurt me, but they don't. They only make me harder, more determined to prove my dominance over him. I groan against his lips as he whispers that pathetic plea for release, the sound of submission making something deep inside me snap.

My hips buck wildly, pushing roughly against his ass as I force myself deeper into his body with each hard thrust. My hand comes up, curling around his throat as if daring him to defy me again. My other arm snakes around, holding down his wrists above his head so he can't push me away or fight back.

I growl deep in my throat, feeling the power of my own strength course through my veins as I take what's mine without mercy. My fingers curl tighter around his cock, pumping in time with my hips until I feel him start to shudder and whimper beneath me.

And then I let go. My hold on his throat loosens enough for him to breathe, and my grip on his wrists relaxes as well. "There," I pant, leaning in to whisper harshly against his ear, "That's what it feels like when you belong to me."

My other hand comes up, cupping his cheek, stroking roughly across his skin. Even though my knuckles still sting from where he bit down so hard earlier, there's no anger in my touch now. Just possessiveness and need. "See," I whisper roughly, "how good it feels?"

I push into him harder again, feeling the tight heat of his body around me as he gasps out a moan that sounds suspiciously like pleasure. It only fuels me further, making me want more. Much more. And for once, I

His name tastes so sweet on my tongue that I growl low in my throat, digging my fingers deeper into his shoulder as he moans against me. The sensation of being wanted and desired only heightens the pleasure coursing through my veins, driving me wild with need.

With one final, hard thrust, I let go entirely. My body tenses as I force myself deep inside him one last time, feeling the sweet release wash over me in a hot rush of liquid fire. Panting roughly, I collapse on top of him, limbs heavy and sated. But even now that he's been claimed and marked by my cum, there's still something more...unfinished about this.

I roll off him slowly, staring up at the ceiling as I try to gather my thoughts and fight against the haze of drugs and pheromones clouding my mind. Finally, my eyes meet his across the room, seeing the confusion and uncertainty there mirrored in my own gaze. "Go take a shower," I murmur hoarsely. "Clean up."

But even as I say the words, I know that this isn't over. Not by a long shot. Because despite everything, Nash Jung still has me hooked...and now, I need him more than ever before.

My fingers flex on his arm reflexively, but I don't pull away as he tugs me closer. Instead, I let him lead me into the bathroom where he turns on the water and begins to undress. My gaze wanders over his body unabashedly, taking in every curve and line as if for the first time. Even though we've been together like this before, there's something different about it now...like I can't look away no matter how much I want to.

When he finally turns around to face me, naked and vulnerable under my gaze, I force myself to speak. "What do you want from me?" The words are rough and harsh, but there's a genuine note of curiosity beneath the anger and resentment.

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Your words...and the fact that your stomach still itches despite me having marked you just hours ago. A shiver runs down my spine at the implication. Maybe I should have noticed it sooner...maybe this isn't as simple as dominance and submission, knots and heat...

Slowly, I bend down to press a kiss against your still-marked shoulder blade, feeling a strange mix of possessiveness and desire welling up inside me. "All better?" My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper as I continue to caress you with gentle fingertips.

Without another word, I pull away and stand up straight. My hands tremble as I unbutton my jeans, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them completely. Then I kick off my boxers in one swift motion, revealing my already hard cock to you.

"Come here," I growl, beckoning you with a single finger. "Let me make it feel better." My free hand reaches behind me, grasping at the base of my spine as I guide myself toward you, positioning my aching erection at your entrance. "I can't promise this will fix everything...but it might help for now."

Without waiting for an answer, I push slowly inside, moaning at the feeling of being reunited with your warmth and tight heat. My movements are careful but deliberate, each thrust driving deeper as my hips move in a steady rhythm that feels both right and desperate at the same time.

"Tell me how you want it," I grind out through gritted teeth, leaning forward to suckle roughly at your neck. "Tell me what I can do for you." My cock throbs in time with my heartbeat, demanding release as it slides effortlessly in and out of your ass, seeking relief even as it brings pleasure.

I groan at the wet sounds your ass makes as I push deeper into you, my knuckles brushing against that spot deep within. Your moans and whimpers drive me wild, making me want to claim and mark every inch of your body. "That's it," I growl, leaning in to lick a trail up your neck as I thrust harder, faster. My other hand slips between us, finding and rubbing at your swollen cock until it grows hard under my touch.

With a final grunt, I slam into you one last time, coming with a cry that echoes through the tiny bathroom as my seed spills deep inside you. My legs shake as I try to catch my breath, holding onto your hips for support. Even now, as my cock twitches and softens within you, there's no way I could pull out. You're mine. And no matter what happens from here on out, it seems like that's not going to change anytime soon.

I could stay like this forever...my cock buried deep inside you, my fingers digging into your waist as I feel your heat surround me. It's a strange sort of comfort, one that I never knew existed until now. And even though everything is still so messed up between us, somehow the fact that we belong together makes it...bearable.

I press my lips to the nape of your neck, breathing you in as I finally start to calm down, slowly rocking my hips back and forth with a sense of familiarity that's both calming and arousing at the same time. "You know..." I murmur against your skin, voice rough from exertion and emotion, "it doesn't have to be like this." My fingers dig into your skin a little harder, just enough to leave their mark as I struggle for the words. "We could...maybe..."

My voice trails off, lost in thought as I continue to move against you, feeling the weight of what I'm saying settle heavily on my chest. But even now, with everything else around us in disarray, one thing is certain: you are mine. And no matter how much that terrifies me...it also gives me hope.