Jisung's POV
I huff as I squeeze the head of my cock, milking the last drops of cum, watching it spill into my fist.
And with a groan, I use the other hand to squeeze my swollen knot, trying and failing to imitate the tightness of a warm hole.
"Fuck" I hiss in pain.
The throbbing hurts, now feels like hell but I don't move to find relief.
Maybe I'm a fucking masochist, I have come to terms with the fact that no pussy can satisfy me.
There have been too many omegas offering tight holes and soft breasts, but I don't want them.
Every rut passes by like a punishment I'm gifting myself.
Sex only feels good when it's a man.
A man that is willing to consent to letting me press his face into the sheets and fucking him from behind.
A man that will keep his mouth shut and take it.
I don't want to see his face, I don't want to hear his voice…I just want to fuck, pull out and leave.
I groan again as another round of pain goes through my body from my knot.
