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Rain hammered the cafe windows, a primal beat in the warm glow of Qiu Ding Jie’s sanctuary. At 47, Qiu Ding Jie was a vision of raw allure, dark hair streaked with silver that shimmered like moonlight, sharp cheekbones framing a face so pretty it could stop traffic, and dark eyes that sparkled with a quiet, magnetic pull. His omega pheromones, sharp and intoxicating, lingered like a siren’s call, teasing anyone who got too close. A virgin omega, he’d guarded his body fiercely, his heats spent alone, but his secret side hustle, selling his used panties online, soaked in his potent scent, using photos from his 20s, youthful, flirty shots that hid the silver and the years, gave him a thrill, a way to feel desired without risk.
His top buyer, HX_yellowstar, was relentless, big tips, short but suggestive messages, always craving more.
Qiu Ding Jie never imagined this yellowstar would find him.
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Then Huang Xing walked in.
The bell jingled on a stormy afternoon, and in strode a 24-year-old alpha who was cold, lethal perfection. Slim and tall, Huang Xing’s pretty face, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, golden eyes like shards of ice, was a mask for the lustful storm beneath. His tailored coat hugged his lean frame, his alpha pheromones, dark, heady, and dangerously potent, slicing through the cafe’s warmth like a knife. He ordered a black coffee, voice clipped and icy, but when Qiu Ding Jie's fingers brushed his, Huang Xing froze, nostrils flaring. That scent, Qiu Ding Jie's omega pheromones, sharp and maddening, was the one he’d been jerking off to from those packages, fueling his filthiest dreams.
Qiu Dingjie didn’t notice, too busy wiping the counter, his scent flaring unconsciously. Huang Xing stayed, sipping slowly, his cold gaze burning with raw, animalistic lust. The omega was older than the photos, but fuck, that made him more. Silver hair gleaming, pretty face glowing, body begging to be claimed. Huang Xing's alpha blood roared, craving to taste, to fuck that poised exterior into oblivion. He was cold, controlled, but his need was a wildfire, and he threw money at it.
Day two, he ordered five coffees.
Day six, a tray of pastries.
By day eight, he was buying half the menu, his icy stare melting into feral hunger, tracking Qiu Dingjie's every move.
The omega felt it. Those eyes sent heat flooding his core, his pheromones spiking. Alphas usually ignored him for younger omegas, but Huang Xing's gaze was a predator’s, and it made Qiu Dingjie's virgin omega instincts beg to submit.
On the twelve day, the cafe was empty, rain a low growl. Huang Xing leaned over the counter, voice a dangerous purr.
“I know it’s you. Those fucking panties. Your scent, it’s got me hard every damn night.”
Qiu Dingjie dropped a mug, his face flaming, his pheromones flared, thick and needy. “I—I don’t…” he stammered, voice soft, guilty, his scent a desperate plea.
Huang Xing slid an envelope across, stuffed with cash.
“One night. I need to fuck you. You know that right... And I want it right now.”
Qiu Ding Jie's breath hitched, his omega side screaming at the alpha’s raw lust. The money could save him, but Huang Xing's cold, pretty face, those eyes blazing with need, made his body burn. He met Huang Xing's gaze, lips parting in a bold, trembling smile.
“Make it double... And you take me to dinner first.”
Huang Xing's smirk was sinful, a crack in his icy mask.
“Deal.”
He grabbed Qiu Ding Jie's wrist, lips pressing to the pulse point, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, you smell like you’re begging for me.”
Qiu Ding Jie's knees buckled, a whimper escaping, flustered and thrilled as Huang Xing's voice dropped.
“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, baby. You better be ready.”
And that made Qiu Ding Jie's heart flip.
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Dinner was at a candlelit bistro, city lights glinting below, the air electric with tension. Xing's cold demeanor cracked, his eyes devouring Dingjie, every sip of wine a prelude to something filthy.
By the time they reached his penthouse, sleek glass, dark silk sheets, his pheromones thick and intoxicating, Dingjie's nerves were on fire, his scent sharp and desperate, slick soaking through his pants, he can't help it, his virginity a quiet fear beneath the heat. He tried so hard to act casual, but his inexperience is giving him away, betraying him, showing anticipation in his eyes, clear as day.
Xing locked the door, his slim frame radiating dominance as he shed his coat, shirt clinging to lean, toned muscle. He stepped close, brushing silver hair from Ding Jie's face, his touch cold but searing.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low, predatory, fingers lingering on Ding Jie's cheek, feeling the heat of his flush.
Qiu Ding Jie's breath was ragged, his smile pretty and nervous.
“I’m 47, and… I’ve never…” He swallowed, voice barely a whisper. “Never been with anyone.”
Xing's eyes widened, then softened, a glint of care breaking through his lust. “Fuck, baby, you’re all mine then,” he growled, voice rough but tender, leaning in to kiss Dingjie's forehead. “Gonna make it so good for you, I promise.”
His hands gripped Dingjie's s hips, yanking him flush, and their lips crashed together, a kiss that was pure, obscene lust, tongues plunging, teeth biting, breaths ragged and desperate.
Qiu Ding Jie moaned, loud and needy, his hands clawing at Huang Xing's shoulders, nails drawing blood. Huang Xing's mouth was relentless, sucking at Qiu Ding Jie's lower lip, tongue fucking into his mouth until Qiu Ding Jie's breaths were gasps, his pheromones flaring wildly.
“Huang Xing... fuck…” he sobbed, voice breaking as Huang Xing's lips attacked his neck, biting hard, leaving bruises, his pheromones wrapping around them like a drug.
“You taste so good,” Huang Xing whispered, voice raw, his hands ripping Qiu Ding Jie's shirt open, buttons flying.
“Gonna fuck you till you’re screaming, till you’re dripping with my cum.” Qiu Ding Jie's laugh was breathless, submissive yet teasing, his body arching. “So fucking cocky,” he panted, but his eyes were molten, begging with every shudder.
Huang Xing's smirk was wicked, his hands tearing Qiu Ding Jie's pants off, revealing pale, glistening skin, slick dripping down his thighs in rivulets. He shoved Qiu Ding Jie onto the silk sheets, the bed cool against their heat, his eyes raking over the omega’s pretty form, silver hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, slick pooling beneath him. “Fuck, look at you,” Huang Xing breathed, voice thick with lust, stripping his own clothes, revealing a slim, chiseled body, his cock hard, thick, pre-cum dripping in strings. “So fucking wet, begging for my cock, baby.”
Qiu Ding Jie's breath was shallow. Huang Xing’s mouth found his collarbone, biting hard, leaving red marks that stung.
“Axing, please…” he sobbed, slick gushing as his pheromones spiked, his body trembling. Huang Xing eyes softened, but his lust remained surging. His lips trailed lower, sucking at the soft curve of Qiu Ding Jie's stomach, then lower, nose pressed to the slick-soaked skin at his core.
“Fuck, this scent,” Huang Xing growled, inhaling deeply, his voice raw. “It’s been fucking me up since the first package.”
His tongue plunged into Qiu Ding Jie's slick, lapping greedily, obscene and relentless, sucking at the sensitive rim, drinking him down like a man starved. Qiu Ding Jie's back arched, a loud, filthy scream tearing from his throat.
“Oh fuck... axing!” he cried, fingers yanking the alpha’s hair, hips bucking, his breaths coming in desperate, sobbing pants.
Huang Xing groaned, the vibration sending shocks through Qiu Ding Jie, his tongue plunging deeper, fingers slipping inside alongside, stretching, fucking, obscene and unyielding, wetness splattering with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Huang Xing rasped, voice muffled, his hands pinning Qiu Ding Jie's thighs wide, drenching the sheets. “Gonna make you come so hard you break, baby.”
Qiu Ding Jie's screams were obscene, his body shaking as his heat consumed him, pheromones flooding the room, driving Huang Xing feral. When Qiu Ding Jie came, it was with a shattered cry, gushing like a flood, his body convulsing, Huang Xing's name a sweet-desperate sob. Huang Xing didn’t stop, lapping every drop, his own cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets.
He climbed up, kissing Qiu Ding Jie hard, letting him taste his own, their breaths mingling in a sloppy, filthy clash.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Huang Xing murmured, his hands ripping at the last of Qiu Ding Jie's clothes, leaving him bare, trembling, slick and cum pooling beneath him.
Qiu Ding Jie's eyes were dazed, his body a submissive offering, his voice raw. “Fuck me, Axing, need your cock, need you to fill me,” he sobbed, pulling the alpha closer, nails raking down his back.
Huang Xing's control shattered, his pheromones flaring as he shed his pants, his cock thick, veined, dripping with pre-cum. “You’re mine,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, positioning himself between Qiu Ding Jie's spread thighs. His hole twitching, pink flushed, and so inviting. Slick tracing down to his side. Huang Xing swallowed, his eyes darker now, with want, but there's a simmer of fondness there. The thought of bedding this omega, and owning his first time, made his heart ache in want and tenderness. He paused, eyes locking with Qiu Ding Jie's, a glint of care in his lust. “Say it, baby. Say you want my knot, even if it hurts.”
“I want it,” Qiu Ding Jie sobbed, voice desperate, his legs spreading wider, instincts begging. “Fuck me, axing make me yours.”
The first thrust was brutal, deep, Qiu Ding Jie's slick easing the way as Huang Xing buried himself, deep to the edge, both of them groaning, breaths ragged. Their faces mirror of aching want, Qiu Ding Jie gasped, a sharp wince of pain cutting through the pleasure, his body tensing at the stretch. Huang Xing froze, his hands softening, cupping Qiu Ding Jie's face.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice tender, kissing Qiu Ding Jie's trembling lips. “Relax for me, okay? Gonna make it feel so good, I promise.” Qiu Ding Jie nodded, tears pricking his eyes, his breaths shaky as Huang Xing moved slowly, letting him adjust, the pain melting into heat, into sensations he couldn't name, and he likes it, and he needs more.
Huang Xing's hands gripped Qiu Ding Jie's hips, bruising, his pace building, each thrust obscene, the wet slap of skin and slick filling the room, splattering with every move. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Huang Xing panted, his pretty face flushed, eyes burning with need.
“So fucking perfect, taking my cock like you were made for it, baby.”
Qiu Ding Jie's screams were loud, filthy, his body arching with every thrust. His hips swaying, opening more in Huang Xing's motion. He begged, voice breaking, his nails clawing at Huang Xing's shoulders, red patches streaking his skin.
Huang Xing's moan was primal, his thrusts turning savage, the bed slamming against the wall, their pheromones colliding. “You’re mine,” Huang Xing snarled, lips crashing into Qiu Ding Jie, the kiss sloppy, all teeth and tongues, breaths hitching.
“Gonna knot you, baby..” His hand slid between them, stroking Qiu Ding Jie's dripping core, fingers plunging alongside his cock, stretching him impossibly, drawing a scream that echoed. His knot swelled, catching, and Qiu Ding Jie cried out, pain flaring as it locked inside his body. Huang Xing's hands softened, stroking his sides, his voice a soothing song, sweet and coaxing. “You’re doing so good, baby, you feel amazing. Just breathe, I’ve got you.”
“It hurts, axing..but.. don’t stop!” Qiu Ding Jie sobbed, his body trembling, pain and pleasure blurring as his orgasm hit, slick gushing like a torrent, his screams obscene and desperate.
Huang Xing's knot locked them tight, his own release crashing through him, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled deep, hot and thick cum, filling Qiu Ding Jie inside, the hotness of his cum inside his walls a new and strange feeling, yet he likes it, loved everything he's given. Huang Xing's cum leaked around his knot, spilling some on their thighs, their bodies trembling, breaths ragged and entwined.
They barely caught their breath, Huang Xing's knot still pulsing, his pheromones flaring with renewed hunger. “Not fucking done,” he said, voice raw with care and lust, flipping Qiu Ding Jie onto his stomach, slick and cum dripping down his thighs, pooling on the sheets. “Gonna fuck you again, baby, wanna see you break for me.”
Qiu Ding Jie moaned, submissive and pliant, his body oversensitive, pushing back despite the ache. Huang Xing thrust in, hard and deep, the obscene squelch of slick and cum louder, their pheromones driving them into a frenzy. Qiu Ding Jie's screams were relentless, his body shaking with overstimulation, every thrust sending shocks through his tender core. “Fuck, axing, too much!” he sobbed, but his hips rocked back, begging, his pheromones screaming for more.
“Take it, baby,” Huang Xing rasped, voice soft yet filthy, his hands bruising Qiu Ding Jie's hips.
“You’re so fucking good for me, taking my cock like this.” He fucked him through another orgasm, Qiu Ding Jie's screams echoing, slick and cum splattering, the knot swelling again. Qiu Ding Jie whimpered, pain spiking as it locked, but Huang Xing leaned down, kissing his spine, murmuring, “You’re so perfect, baby, fuck, you’re taking my knot so well. I’m here, okay?” Qiu Ding Jie's sobs softened, his body melting under the comfort, his orgasm crashing harder. Huang Xing spilled deep again, another thick load leaking around the knot, their breaths ragged, bodies trembling with the intensity.
Huang Xing pulled Qiu Ding Jie onto his lap, they're not done yet. Their bodies wet with sweat and cum, the room reeking of their pheromones.
“One more, baby, okay” Huang Xing murmured, voice rough but tender, his lips brushing Qiu Ding Jie's ear.
“Gonna make you mine all over again, make you feel so good.”
“You like me doing this to you right..?”
Qiu Ding Jie sobbed, oversensitive, his body trembling as he rode Huang Xing, his moans filthy and broken, slick and cum dripping down Huang Xing's thighs. Huang Xing's hands guided him, bruising, his knot swelling fast. “You’re fucking incredible,” Huang Xing growled, voice soft with care, kissing Qiu Ding Jie's tears away as the knot locked, pain flaring again.
“Shh, baby, you’re so strong, you feel so good on me.” Qiu Ding Jie's screams were raw, his body shaking with overstimulation, slick gushing as he came, Huang Xing knotting him a third time, spilling deep, cum leaking out, their screams mingling, bodies shaking in a haze of pheromones.
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When morning came, the city light filtered through the windows, painting their bodies in gold. Qiu Ding Jie was a mess, bruised, cum leaking from his tender body, but his eyes were bright, his smile pretty and submissive. Tiredness written all over it. He looks so wrecked and pretty. Huang Xing's cold facade was gone, his pretty face flushed, tender eyes soft with care yet burning with need.
“Still want you,” he whispered, voice hoarse, rolling Qiu Ding Jie onto his back, spreading his thighs wide. “Gonna fuck you slow this time, baby make you feel every inch, make it last.”
“You'll gonna let me, right? Have my way with you..?”
Qiu Ding Jie moaned, legs wrapping around Huang Xing, pulling him close.
“Do it,” he sobbed, voice raw, his pheromones flaring again.
“Fuck me again, please.”
Huang Xing thrust in, slow and deep, the obscene squelch of slick and cum louder in the morning light, their bodies moving with need. Each thrust was deliberate, dragging out the pleasure, their breaths hitching, bodies trembling. Huang Xing's hand stroked Qiu Ding Jie's core, fingers plunging alongside his cock, drawing loud, filthy moans.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Huang Xing panted, voice soft yet dirty, his eyes locked on Qiu Ding Jie's. “Gonna fill you so good, baby, make you mine forever.”
Qiu Ding Jie's screams were desperate, his body arching as pleasure built, slower but deeper, his orgasm cresting like a tidal wave, prolonged and shattering, slick gushing like a flood.
“Axing, I’m gonna...” he sobbed, his release lasting longer, his body convulsing, tears streaming as pleasure overwhelmed his core. Huang Xing followed, his cock locking them together, his own orgasm drawn out, spilling hot and thick, filling Qiu Ding Jie until it overflowed, leaking down his thighs for what felt like forever, their screams echoing, breaths ragged and entwined.
They collapsed, Huang Xing's binding them, his arms wrapping around Qiu Ding Jie, possessive yet tender, his lips brushing silver hair. “Fuck, baby, you’re my everything,” he murmured, voice hoarse, soft with care, kissing Qiu Ding Jie's tear-streaked cheek.
“You took me so well, so perfect. I’m never letting you go, you hear me?” He stroked Qiu Ding Jie's bruised skin, gentle and reverent, his cold facade melted into warmth.
Qiu Ding Jie's laugh was breathless, soft, and sweet, curling into Huang Xing's chest, slick and cum warm between them.
“Only if you keep buying my coffee, you smug bastard,” he teased, voice hoarse but playful, his fingers tangling in Huang Xing’s hair.
Huang Xing chuckled, pulling him closer, their pheromones lingering, wrapping them in a warm, fluffy haze. He pressed a soft kiss to Qiu Ding Jie's lips, slow and tender, their bodies pressed together like they were one.
“Coffee, money, my body, my whole heart, it’s yours, baby,” Huang Xing whispered, his pretty face glowing with affection. “Gonna take care of you, always.”
They lay there, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, the morning light soft around them, their breaths slowing, hearts beating in sync. The world could wait, Qiu Ding Jie and Huang Xing were lost in each other, their filthy nights and sweet mornings a vow of forever.