Divorce Contract C7(NSFW)

Chapter 7(NSFW)

Go Igyeol let out labored breaths, groaning as he was engulfed in the man’s broad embrace, yet he couldn’t push him away. His fingers, pressed against the other’s chest, trembled with strain. Clutching at his collar, he gasped out in a broken murmur.

“Ah, it… it hurts.”

“That’s why I’m releasing pheromones for you.”

Seo Dohyeon stripped off the loosely draped cardigan and let it fall to the floor. As if it were nothing but a nuisance, he tugged up the hem of the T-shirt Igyeol was wearing, pulling it up and off his body, and immediately slid his hand downward.

“No, ngh, please—.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“Pheromones, more, please give me more pheromones.”

The first time Go Igyeol had relations with Seo Dohyeon, he hadn’t even known what an alpha’s rut cycle was. He had cried the whole time—hurting, terrified, overwhelmed by pleasure that only felt like pain. But afterward, Seo Dohyeon would press against him time and again, and Igyeol had no right to refuse. Whenever he so much as showed the slightest sign of unwillingness, Seo Dohyeon would forcibly drench him in pheromones—a despairingly overwhelming pheromone shower.

As a recessive omega, Igyeol’s heat cycle was easily triggered by the dominant alpha’s pheromone showers. He clung, responding however he was touched, clumsily opening his body. He would beg for knotting, saying he wanted to have a baby, and even when Seo Dohyeon refused, he would cry as he spread his legs wider, helping him go in deeper.

The countless days of repetition carved themselves into Igyeol’s memory, until he no longer resisted when Seo Dohyeon wanted sex. Better to join bodies while sober than to be drowned in pheromones, humiliated by the forced heat that stripped away all reason.

“Right now.”

“Ngh, haah, just a little….”

The queasy, seasick churn within him had fully subsided. Igyeol marveled at how his insides quieted instantly at a single rush of alpha pheromones. But when Seo Dohyeon’s hand slipped up between his thighs, he jolted in fright and clung desperately around his neck.

At this level of pheromone showering, a heat cycle should already have been raging. Yet Seo Dohyeon, lost to rut-driven impulses rather than reason, didn’t notice the subtle difference.

Their lips finally parted, and Seo Dohyeon’s gaze fixed on Igyeol. He rubbed at Igyeol’s swollen, glistening lips, then pressed another fervent kiss against them. The way his flushed face crumbled under the heat was beautiful; the moment when his eyes shimmered with tears he couldn’t hold back from the pleasure was especially captivating.

“Haa, hah….”

He scooped the staggering Igyeol lightly into his arms and laid him flat on the bed. Unlike himself, who had only undone a few buttons, Igyeol was already stripped bare, and just the sight of him with not a thread left made Seo Dohyeon feel like he would burst.

“What are you doing, letting your hands stay idle like that?”

Burying his face against Igyeol’s nape in reprimand, he guided Igyeol’s fingers to fumble at his buttons. After a few clumsy attempts, each button finally slipped free of its tight slit. When his tongue slid over fever-hot skin, Igyeol moaned softly.

Seo Dohyeon pressed kisses down the long throat, shedding his shirt completely and tossing it aside before unbuckling his belt. Grabbing Igyeol’s hand, he shoved it into the opening where his sex strained violently erect. The small palm rubbed against him.

“Hold it properly.”

Igyeol loosened the stiffness in his fingers, moistening his lips with his tongue, and grasped the length that couldn’t even be enclosed in one hand. When he tugged down the waistband of the briefs that confined it, his movements became far easier.

“Keep going, keep going.”

Hot breath tickled the nape of his neck. Seo Dohyeon didn’t go lower but instead licked and bit at Igyeol’s ear, his cheek, his lips, then his throat again, groaning lowly. Igyeol’s hand stroked up and down in a slow rhythm, his thumb circling the slicked glans, smearing precum, and occasionally dragging along the shaft. He was clearly more practiced than the first time.

Seo Dohyeon sucked at the tender spot beneath his ear until Igyeol gave him a confused look.

“Because you’re being good.”

“…What?”

Without answering, Seo Dohyeon shifted his position, trapping Igyeol between his legs and pulling his head close to his groin. Igyeol’s delicate features crumpled at once. The dark, flushed length brushed his pale cheeks, philtrum, and lips, smearing sticky precum.

“Suck it.”

Seo Dohyeon demanded the act Igyeol hated most, prying apart his tightly sealed lips with pressure. He knew full well that Igyeol’s mouth was small and narrow, that he could never take in even half, that his lips would split at the corners every time—yet he never let him skip it. If he kept at it, surely he’d get better. Just as tight holes stretched to fit him, surely even this small mouth could be trained.

After an unusually long, thick kiss, Igyeol’s lips parted, plump and swollen, to engulf the glossy glans. His dainty tongue reached out to lick the fraenum beneath.

Slurp, slrp—.

Only the head was taken, the teasing licks making Seo Dohyeon groan as he stroked the back of Igyeol’s head, pressing him down slowly. His body stiffened with tension, his breathing held. Seo Dohyeon had already told him to relax—he wouldn’t die just from sucking a cock—so why did he never improve?

“Open wider. You haven’t even swallowed half.”

Squelch— ngh, slrp— kuhp.

“Unless you want your lips ripped more, open up, Igyeol.”

Holding his quivering shoulders down, Seo Dohyeon rubbed at the corners of his mouth until Igyeol’s terrified eyes met his. Tears welled and slid down before they could even pool. Wiping them away, Seo Dohyeon tugged down his jaw until Igyeol shut his eyes in surrender.

“Hoo.”

Encased by lips rather than teeth, Igyeol managed to take him a little deeper, until the tip hit his uvula and made him flinch. He gagged and writhed, but Seo Dohyeon steadied him, letting him pull back a bit before thrusting in again to the same depth.

Choke, kuhk, slrp, ngh, slrp—.

Though trembling violently, Igyeol kept his mouth open until Seo Dohyeon finished. His head began bobbing faster, guided by the hand clutching his small skull, while Seo Dohyeon’s hips moved in slow thrusts. His cock scraped along the roof of Igyeol’s mouth, plunging deep enough to graze his throat. Each time, Igyeol gagged and his frail body convulsed, which only pleased Seo Dohyeon more.

Every time Igyeol tightened around the retreating shaft with his lips, Seo Dohyeon nearly spilled, but he held back, continuing to plunder the mouth and throat until finally he erupted, spilling deep where Igyeol could not spit it out.

“Huu, hah.”

Because he never pulled out, Igyeol had to swallow it all as the thick seed clung stubbornly in his throat.

“Did you swallow all of it?”

When he nodded, Seo Dohyeon released his grip on his head. Sticky saliva dangled from his lips as he coughed lightly. Even after climax, Seo Dohyeon’s cock remained stiff, glistening wet with spit. He looked at Igyeol’s flushed face and reddened lips with gleaming eyes.

“Come here.”

Igyeol crawled closer on his knees, opening his mouth out of habit to show the inside. Seo Dohyeon smiled with satisfaction and drew him into an embrace. He buried his face in Igyeol’s skin, weakened by pregnancy, and inhaled deeply, searching for the faint lilac scent.

“Why are you so weak?”

“…Because I’m recessive….”

“Well, true.”

He actually preferred the smell of skin to pheromones. His hand slid down along Igyeol’s waistline, roaming over the lightly fleshed curve of his ass before parting the cleft to brush teasingly against the entrance slick with arousal.

“You’re nice and wet now.”

“……”

“Want me to lick it?”

“…Just… please put it in.”

Igyeol shook his head slightly, blushing fiercely—he hated being licked back there as much as he hated having that cock in his mouth. But such refusals were impossible to trust when made with such a flushed face. Clicking his tongue, Seo Dohyeon laid him down and pushed up his thighs.

“Ah, no…!”

“You don’t hate it, Igyeol.”

I know your body better than you do. He muttered obscenely as he bent his head, and Igyeol covered his face with trembling hands.

Creak, creak, creak—. In the dimly lit bedroom, with only one yellow lamp glowing over the disheveled bed, the air was filled with wet, squelching sounds. Limp and shaking, Igyeol whimpered, clutching his stomach each time the thrusts drove deep.

“A little, haah… please, just a little… ngh…!”

“Why do you keep trying to stop me from going deeper, huh?”

“It hurts, it hurts… my belly, ngh, Seo Dohyeon… my belly hurts.”

“You can take me deeper.”

At his firm words, Igyeol shook his head and scrambled upward toward the headboard. If he went any deeper, it might be dangerous. He was still in the early stages—what if the baby was harmed? The fear gnawed at him.

“Where do you think you’re going, in the middle of sex?”

“Ngh, just, just—ah, it hurts.”

Smack—thrust! Seo Dohyeon grabbed his waist and yanked him back without mercy, grinding in to the root and rutting as though desperate to push in even further. The surge of pheromones left Igyeol incapable of coherent thought. Ecstasy burned up his spine, made his mouth fall open, and sent sparks bursting before his eyes.

“See, you like it like this, when it goes all the way in.”