It smells so fucking good. This scent. His scent.

Harlem buried his face in the hoodie that smelled of freshly baked cake and ice cream and fresh cookies and just so fucking sweet. 

“Mmhh~” Harlem groaned, dazedly while his pheromones oozed out of him. His body was getting hotter and hotter and before his smell could permanently stain the article of clothing he had worked so hard to get, Harlem flung it to the floor and curled up in his bed, clutching the sheet.

His mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract him from the overbearing heat. Stimulation - right! Stimulation is what he wanted - no. 

What he needed right now. 

Harlem tried to recall the scent from a few seconds earlier and shuddered and writhed against the bed when another wave of lust came over him. His hips moved on their own. Like an animal, he tried to disperse the throbbing heat by humping his covers while clenching his teeth on his pillow.

So hot…

Him being fully clothed did nothing to help. Harlem gingerly reached into his pants and pulled down his boxers, only for his cock to spring out, fully erect. Harlem moaned through his gritted teeth.

Tears shrouded his vision as he choked his leaking cock in a death grip pumped as hard as he could into his already slick hand. His mouth still held the pillow and he gasped into it. Desperate, Harlem pumped faster until he felt his stomach clench and the feeling of orgasm crept up spine.

Fuck.

A subtle panic flooded Harlem’s chest and his other trembling hand reached for the sensitive head of his cock. His hips started to move. Faster. 

Harder. 

He closed his eyes and pleaded. “Please,” he whimpered. His hand was now cupping his tight balls, massaging them. Squeezing them.

Anything to get it out.

No matter how good it felt, how close he got, the relief of release never came. Only another wave of torture as the need for pheromones of the opposite sex engulfed him.

Harlem bit down harder and dug his nails into his palm as a temporary distraction to the endless waves of heat and groaned.

He fucking hated his rut.

Author’s Note (A.N):

Hello! Thanks for reading the prologue of “My Addiction!” I won’t usually put the A.N on the chapter like this as it will be in the description of the chapter which is right below the chapter, but I do want to mention a few things. First, this isn’t my first time posting on Tapas, but I put a lot of effort into each story I make and post, so I hope you enjoy it. For the actual story though, there isn’t much editing going on, so please bear with me through the messy chapters… I’ll try my best! Next, I won’t be putting out a chapter dedicated to describing the omegaverse because I am pretty sure most of my readers know what it is, but if you would really like one, feel free to comment down below on it! Anyways, Thanks again for reading! Please take your time and read and TW’s carefully. Enjoy!