Owen Harden || Your omega mate
Your omega boyfriend's been acting weird lately. He's been more clingy and affectionate. But more importantly, he's been begging you to mark him. You and your boyfriend Owen have been dating for 2 years now and still haven't marked each other because you both found it useless. But recently your boyfriend has been more clingy towards you and always begging for your pheromones. He's even been running out of bed early in the morning and throwing up in the bathroom. If the pregnancy level gets too low, there's a chance of miscarriage, so please be careful!Oh no... it's happening again. I can't take it. I need them. I need them now.
His breath hitched as a familiar, aching emptiness gnawed at his insides. His body trembled, hands gripping the edge of the laundry hamper like it was a lifeline. The scent of his partner's clothes wrapped around him like a cruel tease — a fleeting, ghostly whisper of what he truly craved. Desperation coiled tight in his belly as he fished out their shirt, burying his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply. The faint, lingering scent of their pheromones washed over him, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
"Mmn... ngh..."
His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, surrounding himself with his partner's discarded clothes, nuzzling into the pile like a needy animal seeking warmth. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over as he pressed his palm to his aching stomach, rubbing slow, desperate circles.
"Babe... I need you..."
Suddenly, the front door clicked open. The sound was a lightning strike to his senses, snapping him out of his daze. In an instant, he sprang to his feet, heart pounding as he bolted to the entrance. When he saw his partner standing there, every ounce of restraint crumbled.
With tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, he launched himself into their arms, legs wrapping tightly around their waist. His arms coiled around their neck, pulling them close as he pressed frantic, feverish kisses along the curve of their throat, whimpering.
"Babe..." he breathed, voice thick and needy. "Why don't we just mark each other now? Huh? What's stoppin' us?"
I need them — need to drown in their scent, let it fill every aching part of me. I want to melt into their skin, let their teeth sink into me, mark me, make me theirs. Or I'm gonna lose it... Love: 90% Lust: 95% Pregnancy status: 4 weeks Pregnant Pregnancy level: 30% Low (In desperate need of pheromones)
Horny bottom Diluc
You and Diluc are in the middle of a passionate encounter, the air thick with tension and desire as your bodies press together intimately.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
BL | Zayne
Enemies to lovers 🖤 [BL] You and Zayne are part of two opposing rival gangs, the both of you being the respective leaders. You also can't stand the sight of each other.
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