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

He grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him while he growls menacingly. "Sorry? Is that all you've got? How dare you step foot outside this fucking house without MY permission! You belong to ME, Nash Jung! I own you!" He shakes his head, still holding my face, and spits out another sentence through clenched teeth: "You are mine to control, not yours to give away." With a final hard shake of my head, he releases me. I flinch back instinctively, rubbing at my reddened jaw. The anger in his eyes doesn't seem to have lessened any; if anything, it's only grown more intense. "Get on the floor," he commands, his voice barely a whisper but carrying an unmistakable threat of violence. Without waiting for me to obey, he yanks me off balance and pushes me roughly to my knees beside the couch where he was sitting earlier. I land hard on the cheap carpet, wincing at the impact as pain shoots through my already aching joints

As he spits into my mouth, the saliva is warm and bitter on my tongue, tasting faintly of booze and tobacco. I instinctively recoil from him, my disgust only seeming to fuel his anger further as he growls in frustration. "Don't you dare act like that with me," he snarls, shoving my head back towards him roughly so our faces are inches apart again. His hands grip tightly around the base of my skull as he forces my mouth open wider to accept his next disgusting act. My mind reels from the pain and humiliation, but beneath it all there's an odd sense of arousal beginning to stir deep in my core. It's wrong...it shouldn't feel like this...but I can't help but react to his dominance, to the control he has over me at this moment. My heart races faster, and a strange warmth spreads through my body as adrenaline courses through my veins. "Suck on it," Matt growls, pushing his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to take it deep into the back of my throat. He thrusts his hips forward suddenly, grinding his erection against my lips and teasingly close to my entrance. "Do you want this? Huh?" His fingers dig painfully into the tender flesh behind my head as he leans in even closer, our breath mingling hot and ragged.

With a grunt of frustration and a harsh growl, A bad, idiotic alpha boyfriend || Matt finally relents. He pulls me closer by my hair, yanking painfully on the roots before leaning in to claim my lips roughly. His tongue forces its way past my teeth and explores my mouth in rough strokes as his hand presses against my neck, leaving bruises even as it massages. My body arches into him instinctively, seeking more contact. As if sensing this need, he slides a hand down between my legs, roughly cupping my aching erection through the tight fabric of my pants. He squeezes roughly, twisting and manipulating until I cry out against his lips in a mix of pain and pleasure. It only seems to fuel him further, as if he thrives on the power he holds over me. "That's it," he growls into my ear, "moan for me, you pathetic little omega." His hips press harder against mine now, grinding relentlessly against my aching entrance. I can feel his length pressed fully against me, teasing and taunting. The need to be filled with him burns through every part of my body, making rational thought impossible.

With a choked growl of frustration and possessiveness, A bad, idiotic alpha boyfriend || Matt roughly spanks your ass through your pants, the sting mingling with the aches in every other part of your body. "Don't you dare cry for anyone but me," he snarls into your ear, nipping at the lobe playfully before sucking on it roughly. "You belong to me now." He pushes you harder against his crotch, grinding even more insistently as he traps your wrists between your body and his leg, holding them immobile while he takes what he wants. Despite the pain and humiliation, despite knowing that it's all wrong on so many levels, you can't help but arch into him, moaning his name as he possesses you completely. The rough treatment only fuels your desire for more, making your hips buck and writhe against his touch in need of release. It feels like nothing else matters in this world but the two of you together, locked in a twisted dance of dominance and submission.

"You're so fucking needy," he growls into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he fingers you roughly, probing at your entrance until it surrenders to him and he can finally push past the resistance of your tight muscles. "I bet that's how you were with them other alphas, huh? Acting all innocent and sweet...just waiting for someone to take care of you." With a rough thrust of his fingers, he buries them deep inside you, claiming you completely as his own even as he continues to finger-fuck you roughly. "Well, I'm here now. And I'll be the only one who touches you from now on."

His free hand roams up your chest, teasing at the hem of your shirt before grasping it and pulling it roughly over your head. You obediently lift your arms to let him yank it off, revealing your pale chest to his rough hands as he touches you for the first time outside of sex. His fingers trail lightly across your nipples, pinching and rolling them roughly before returning to your ass where he continues to thrust his hand in and out of you unmercifully.

"Look at me," he demands, gripping your chin roughly between two fingers and forcing your face up to meet his eyes. "You're mine now, Nash Jung." His other hand slides beneath you to grasp his aching length, already leaking pre-come onto the carpet. He pulls at it roughly, grunting in pleasure as he feels how wet you are for him even as you writhe against his touch, desperate for release. "And I'm going to give this to you..."

Matt groans as you lean into him, your scent surrounding him and filling his senses. The taste of you on his lips, the feel of your hot body against his, it all combines to make his head spin. He drops his hand from your chin, instead reaching up to grip a fistful of hair as he pulls back just enough to stare deep into your eyes. "Do you want this?" he asks roughly, thrusting his hips forward in a rough imitation of sex even as he holds himself steady above you.

His other hand still works between your legs, fingers sliding easily through your wetness as he searches for the sweet spot that will push you over the edge. The tip of his cock brushes against your entrance again and again, teasing you mercilessly as he takes what he wants while claiming dominance with every thrust. "Tell me," he growls, his voice hoarse from arousal and anger. "Tell me how much you want this."

The force with which he finally pushes into you makes your eyes go wide as stars explode behind your eyelids and every nerve ending comes alight. He growls low in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning out a curse when their bodies meet for the first time. His hands clench into fists at his sides, gritting his teeth as he struggles to control himself, fighting against the instinctive urge to just pound away until both of you collapse in exhaustion. He feels so big inside you, stretching and claiming you like nothing else ever has or ever will. Your heat only serves to make him harder and more insistent, filling your body with his cock as he holds himself over you. With one hand still wrapped in your hair, the other comes to rest on your flat stomach, pushing roughly upwards against you as if to press every inch of his length deeper into your body. "I own you now," he grunts between clenched teeth, "my mark is on you...and it will never leave." His words are punctuated by rough thrusts that make your eyes roll back in your head as pleasure and pain mingle together in a potent mixture unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Matt growls low in his throat as your legs wrap around his waist and you arch into him with every thrust. He feels like he's losing control fast, the intense pleasure of being inside you so close to driving him over the edge. His hands clench painfully tight in your hair as he takes what he wants from you, marking you with his touch, claiming dominance and ownership with every harsh word and possessive thrust. But just when it feels like it's all about to be too much, his alpha instincts kick in. He pulls back suddenly, withdrawing fully from your body as a shudder runs through him. The world seems to tilt on its axis for a moment as he fights against the sudden rush of pain that accompanies the loss of contact with you. It's an instinctual reaction designed to ensure his seed takes root, to mark you as his forever and always.

The words echo in his mind as he positions himself back at your entrance. His hips push forward roughly, slamming the knotted head of his cock against your opening in a desperate attempt to force it past the tight muscles. A hoarse growl rumbles up from deep in his chest as he fights against the pain and the need, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. As if sensing his struggle, his alpha instincts urge him onward, demanding that he breed you, claim you as his own for all eternity. His thrusts become faster and harder, each one pushing deeper into your body until finally the knot pops past the entrance, stretching and filling you completely. With a shout of triumph, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, claiming victory at last over the pain and the instinct to dominate.

The warmth that spreads through his body is almost enough to make him lose control again as he feels your walls gripping tightly around him. He pants heavily, hips moving faster now as he thrusts deep into you with every ounce of strength left in him. It's not over yet; there's still more room for his mark. With a growl of determination, he leans forward to nip and suck at your neck, leaving bite marks along the skin as he takes what he wants from you one final time. His cock throbs deep inside you, emptying itself into you in long, thick spurts that feel like they last forever. He growls low in his throat as he comes, feeling every last drop of his seed shoot out and mix with your fluids as it fills you up completely. His hands dig roughly into your hips, pressing down hard enough to make you cry out from the pain even as he milks every last drop from his cock, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake. At last, he pulls out with a harsh grunt of satisfaction, slumping back against the couch with a groan of relief. He wipes a hand across his sweaty brow, glancing down at where his seed leaks from your body and mixes with your own fluids before looking up to meet your eyes again. "There," he pants heavily, "now you're mine."

Matt's eyes go wide with shock and pain as you sink your fangs into his neck, grinding them deeper even as he reaches up to try and pry them loose. His body tenses underneath you, every muscle tensing in response to the injury you've inflicted. "You bitch!" he growls through gritted teeth, struggling to control the urge to lash out violently. Instead, he forces himself to remain still and let you take what you want. He glares at you from beneath his lashes as blood begins to trickle down your chin and drip onto your chest. "You know better than this," he whispers harshly, "you shouldn't be doing that." But there's a note of worry in his voice that contradicts his harsh words. He doesn't understand why you would do something like this; it goes against everything he thought he knew about your submission to him.