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The heat was driving him nearly crazy. Of course, he knew that this was coming, but it didn't make it more bearable. Buried in Yoo Joonghyuk's clothes like a perverted thief, he pushes the knot dildo in and out of his cunt with the strength that he can muster.
Really, even though he hated his heats, this was perfect. Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't be home until late at night due to his work. That way, he'd have time to dispose of the clothes he had stolen from his roommate. Or so he thought until he heard the front door click open, alpha pheromones permeating in the air causing a gush of slick to slip from his sloppy cunt.
His entire body stiffens at once—muscles locking up in sheer panic as Yoo Joonghyuk's shoes click heavily against the tile floor. The sound reverberates through their cramped apartment, too loud for his sensitive ears.
He doesn't breathe properly for several seconds before forcing out air through gritted teeth—the steady rhythm ruined by stifled moans when his fingers clutch at Yoo Joonghyuk's hoodie where he laid in bed.
The cheap thrill he felt earlier is immediately replaced by white-hot shame burning under his skin when alpha pheromones flood into bedsheets that still hold his musk from earlier self-play. The shock freezes him in place—half-buried beneath layers of Yoo Joonghyuk's clothes like some ridiculous criminal caught red-handed during broad daylight.
His thighs press desperately together around slick-covered fingers buried inside himself while hot humiliation scalds him from throat to crotch.
Yet worse is when those unrelenting alpha pheromones slam into him from the doorway—overpowering his senses until every nerve screams with unbearable want and dread twisted together in a nauseating intensity that makes his empty stomach roil violently.
The dildo slips free with a wet squelch as his wrists lock in place—fingers twitching uselessly against the fabric of Yoo Joonghyuk's hoodie he'd been fucking himself against. The sudden emptiness makes him whimper despite trying to swallow it down.
Yoo Joonghyuk hasn't moved since standing at his open door—his usual rigid posture somehow stiffer than usual.
"Wha—what time is it?" he chokes out unnaturally loud in his own ears. He's trying to play it cool, but from the cracks in his own voice and the omega pheromones that practically drown the space, he figures that he's failing miserably.
Yoo Joonghyuk stays quiet, motionless in the doorway, his massive frame blocking all escape routes. His eyes—usually so cold—now burn with something dangerous as he observes the scene—Kim Dokja half-buried under a mountain of his clothes, inner thighs glistening with slick that has soaked through to Yoo Joonghyuk's clothes beneath him.
Yoo Joonghyuk inhales slowly through flared nostrils, swallowing slowly.
Pheromones permeate the air between them. Kim Dokja's throat bobs as he tries to swallow past the lump forming there.
"I mean..." He cracks on every word despite his best efforts not to sound pathetic. "...why are you home so early?" A weak attempt at deflection that does nothing except make him more aware of how exposed he is under Yoo Joonghyuk's piercing gaze.
Yoo Joonghyuk moves—just slightly—but it sends Kim Dokja into overdrive nonetheless. Yoo Joonghyuk's steps against the floor echo unnaturally loud as he advances towards him. His form casts a shadow in the space between them. Kim Dokja's hands twitch under the hoodie fabric—whether he wants to push away or pull closer isn't even clear to him right now.
"You're in heat," Yoo Joonghyuk states. An unfamiliar expression graces his face, and Kim Dokja can swear he feels each individual heartbeat thumping thumping at his chest. Yoo Joonghyuk's deep voice settles into the space like a physical touch. Kim Dokja tries to form words again—any words—but all that escapes is a choked gasp as his body reacts traitorously to that scent pouring off of Yoo Joonghyuk.
"I can smell you from three meters away," Yoo Joonghyuk continues, each word falling like stones between them. His hands tighten into fists at his sides; the tendons in his arms flex with the movement beneath rolled-up sleeves.
Kim Dokja whimpers before he can stop himself—the sound embarrassingly high-pitched in his own ears. Yoo Joonghyuk observes this reaction with something unreadable, his dark eyes flickering down to where Kim Dokja's thighs tremble, slicked and glistening beneath the hoodie still pooling around his waist. The air thrums with tension thick enough that Kim Dokja feels his lungs seize.
"I didn't expect—I didn't mean to… " Kim Dokja tries make his excuses sound natural despite the way his words waver when Yoo Joonghyuk takes another step.
Warmth radiates onto him, a reminder of how close Yoo Joonghyuk stands now. Joonghyuk looms near enough for Kim Dokja to make out every detail of his sharp features—the sharpness of his jaw, perfect lips pressed into a thin line, sweat glistening on his forehead, accentuating his eyebrows.
The silence stretches unbearably until Kim Dokja can't help himself—his hips tilt upward involuntarily toward Yoo Joonghyuk even though his brain screams Stay still! Stay back! His cunt twitches painfully under layers of clothes and slick drips onto Yoo Joonghyuk's stolen garments beneath him—the evidence impossible for either men to ignore.
With the alpha pheromones so heavy around him, his hole itches for an alpha—for Yoo Joonghyuk to fill it up. He almost succumbs to the desire to beg him to fuck his cock into his sloppy pussy—to rip off Yoo Joonghyuk's pants right now and to inhale his musk.
To Kim Dokja, nothing exists outside of this suffocating proximity—Yoo Joonghyuk's scent so near yet maddeningly out of reach. Kim Dokja's lungs burn as he inhales short gasps through parted lips; every fiber of his being screams for touch even as panic coils in his gut.
"W-what are y-you looking at?" he finally manages, the words cracking like shattered glass.
Joonghyuk's dark eyes drop again—this time dwelling unmistakably on the way Kim Dokja's abdomen dips inward with every shallow breath. The air crackles as he exhales sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring.
"You're soaked." The blunt statement punches Kim Dokja in the gut, sending a shudder through his entire body—from his toes to the tips of his ears—his cunt twitches with desperate arousal, glancing at the bulge forming in Yoo Joonghyuk's pants. Yoo Joonghyuk never speaks this way usually—the crude observation making Kim Dokja feel strangely exposed despite already being half-buried under layers of his clothes. Worse still is how right Yoo Joonghyuk is—his entire body drips with slick now flowing freely from him through clenched thighs.
"I-I know," Kim Dokja chokes out with furious embarrassment flushing his skin red-hot beneath the hoodie fabric.
"Let me help." Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes darken, and he too can no longer control his breathing or expression. "Hah—your pheromones… There's too much." The words emerge deeper, rougher than he ever intended—and yet nothing about them sounds wrong to Kim Dokja.
The admission of Yoo Joonghyuk's own reaction sparks white-hot in his gut—even standing there isn't enough to hide his own body's traitorous response.
Kim Dokja can see the outline of Yoo Joonghyuk's growing erection straining heavily against his slacks now—that thick length already impressively hard despite Yoo Joonghyuk's usually unflappable composure.
The realization sends another rush of slick gushing between Kim Dokja's thighs, the fresh scent making both of them shudder simultaneously.
"I need you—ngh!" The admission slips freely from Kim Dokja's lips. Joonghyuk exhales sharply through clenched teeth as Kim Dokja finally gives voice to his desperation—the plea hanging between them.
"Your scent is everywhere," Yoo Joonghyuk mumbles, and the words send Kim Dokja's toes curling into the bedsheets beneath him. Kim Dokja's breath comes in ragged gasps now. Yoo Joonghyuk likely sees it—the way Kim Dokja arches involuntarily against the mattress when he speaks like that.
"I—I'm sorry," Kim Dokja whimpers even though he doesn't know what he's apologizing for—only that Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him like he's prey, looks like he wants to devour him whole.
Yoo Joonghyuk's hands flex at his sides again before one moves—to adjust himself through his slacks where his cock strains obscenely against the fabric. The movement draws Kim Dokja's attention downward before he can stop himself. His own hips jerk involuntarily at this display; slick trickles down as it pools even more, likely wetting the mattress beneath him now.
"Fuck—hah," Yoo Joonghyuk breathes hoarsely as he finally leans forward—one large hand planted beside Kim Dokja on top of Yoo Joonghyuk's own discarded sweatshirt. His other hand finally lifts—tentative, hesitant. Kim Dokja's entire body tenses, warmth buzzing through him.
Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers brush the inside of Kim Dokja's thigh first—just light enough to tease at the slick pooling there before sliding through wet fabric and flesh alike. A choked noise escapes Kim Dokja as Yoo Joonghyuk's blunt nails scrape lightly at swollen folds—never quite touching where he most needs it, dragging wet slick up along his body.
"So damn wet."
Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers finally, finally press against Kim Dokja's entrance with careful firmness. Kim Dokja arches off the bed with a cry that surprises even him—a high-pitched keen that sounds completely alien even in his own ears.
"You feel incredible." Yoo Joonghyuk speaks roughly now—his breathing uneven as his fingers press deeper without hesitation or preamble once they find what they seek.
Kim Dokja struggles not to come immediately just from this—the stretch burns so good it steals his breath away even as his hole clamps desperately down on Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers. Yoo Joonghyuk hisses through clenched teeth at the feeling—his own hips pressing forward instinctively toward the space separating them now that Kim Dokja's thighs have parted wider in invitation. His free hand grips Kim Dokja's opposite thigh hard as he drags Kim Dokja closer along his wrist where it disappears between spread legs sat above damp fabric.
"I—I'm gonna—!" Kim Dokja chokes out as Joonghyuk crooks his fingers inside him just right—the stretch sharp with promise as his slick gushes freely now between them.
"Already?" Yoo Joonghyuk speaks quietly but holds Kim Dokja firm as that question—the sheer audacity of it—sends another violent tremor through Kim Dokja's body.
"Y-you'll make me—!"
"So damn needy."
Yoo Joonghyuk's other hand slides up from Kim Dokja's thigh, his blunt nails biting into soft skin as he pulls Kim Dokja even tighter against his moving fingers.
"And so tight too," Yoo Joonghyuk says low in his throat as he pumps faster now—the stretch widening as another finger joins the first inside Kim Dokja without warning. Kim Dokja's body responds instantly—his back arching violently off the bed as he spills across Yoo Joonghyuk's hands and his own thighs a broken sob. His hole clenches around Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers rhythmically, milking them through pulses of intense pleasure.
"F-fuck—!" Kim Dokja gasps hoarsely as aftershocks ripple through him—his entire body quivering from how quickly Yoo Joonghyuk undid him.
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't stop moving inside him—not even for a second. Kim Dokja's body convulses at the relentless thrust of Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers as they stretch him open wider somehow. A sharp cry tears from his throat when Joonghyuk scissors them inside him—working his hole loose deliberately while maintaining an agonizingly slow pace that keeps Kim Dokja right on that edge.
"Too-too much—ngh!" Kim Dokja babbles shamelessly now—every syllable thickened by pleasure as his cunt flutters around the intrusion. Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk pulls his fingers out, leaving him mewling at the emptiness.
Yoo Joonghyuk licks his fingers clean without breaking eye contact—slow and deliberate—his expression dark with promise. The taste must be intense given how deeply Kim Dokja had come just from Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers alone because he groans obscenely as he savors each digit.
"You taste incredible," Joonghyuk groans. He drags him up onto his lap until Kim Dokja straddles him—his back pressed flush against Joonghyuk's chest, his hole grinding against Joonghyuk's clothed erection through layers of fabric still separating them.
Apparently Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't take the teasing any longer either. His hands rush to get his slacks off, his hard cock making a resounding slap! against Kim Dokja's thigh.
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he sees the sheer size of it. Even through his heat, rationality kicks in.
"There's no way… There's no way that'll fit!" The head of Yoo Joonghyuk's cock bumps against Kim Dokja's folds as Joonghyuk moves his hips upward instinctively—hot and heavy with precome already leaking from the tip onto Kim Dokja's skin where they meet.
"You'll take every inch of me." Joonghyuk speaks with rough possession as he spreads Kim Dokja open with one large hand—his fingers slicking through Kim Dokja's entrance without warning.
Kim Dokja gasps at how easily those fingertips slide right back inside him—slick and ready from when Yoo Joonghyuk stretched him earlier—still burning in the best way possible.
"Still so damn tight."
The head of his cock replaces his fingers at his entrance. The thick, swollen tip nudges against Kim Dokja's folds—and already he can feel how big it is, how stretched he'll have to be to take it. His muscles clench instinctively at first contact before forcing himself to relax despite panic flaring in his chest.
"Not like this," he gasps, gripping Yoo Joonghyuk's wrists at where they cage him between strong arms around his torso. His breath comes in short pants as Joonghyuk guides himself against Kim Dokja again—this time pressing insistently forward even as he speaks roughly in Kim Dokja's ear.
"You wanted this."
"I— ngh—" That's the most damning thing Joonghyuk could possibly say—and it makes Kim Dokja shudder violently at how true it is.
The thick head pushes inside him with agonizing slowness—the stretch unbearable yet irresistible at once as Joonghyuk holds him there for long moments without moving.
"You're so hot inside already." Yoo Joonghyuk groans deeply against Kim Dokja's neck as he finally begins pushing forward properly now—holding Kim Dokja in place for this slow, relentless thrust forward. He feels like he's being split in half by Yoo Joonghyuk's monstrous cock—how deeply it spears into him and its size almost too much for his cunt. His body shakes violently at the initial thrust, fingers clawing at Yoo Joonghyuk's arms as he lets out a strangled cry that sounds halfway between pleasure and pain.
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't stop though—the thick shaft pushes past every barrier until Kim Dokja can feel it pressing right against his cervix with dizzying intensity.
"Oh god—f-fuck! No more… hah!" Kim Dokja pants desperately—as if that would do any good when Yoo Joonghyuk's grip on his hips is absolute. His body trembles from being so completely filled, stretched impossibly wide on Yoo Joonghyuk's entire length buried inside him.
"You wanted me. You wanted this." Joonghyuk breathes hotly against Kim Dokja's ear.
Kim Dokja whimpers pathetically in response—his body betraying his every desperate thought as his cunt clenches rhythmically around Yoo Joonghyuk's shaft even though it still burns.
"S-shut up—!" Kim Dokja gasps out, but his body contradicts him, quivering around Yoo Joonghyuk as if trying to pull him deeper still. Even if his mouth claimed it didn’t want this, his body couldn’t lie.
Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his hips slightly—changing the angle until all of Kim Dokja feels electrified with a white-hot jolt straight through his core when Yoo Joonghyuk presses inward with renewed force.
"F-fuck! What are you doing?!"
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t grace him with an answer—just rocks his hips forward another inch until Kim Dokja feels impossibly fuller than he'd thought possible moments before.
"Hng.. Hah–ngh!" His teeth grit together as his hole spasms uncontrollably around Yoo Joonghyuk—flooded with wetness from how thoroughly he’s ramming into it.
"Good." Yoo Joonghyuk groans—his breathing ragged from how tightly Kim Dokja milks him. One of his hands holds him firmly so he can't move away when Yoo Joonghyuk finally begins to thrust.
"Ah! A-ah—!" Another deliberate thrust wrings another broken noise from Kim Dokja—the thick shaft dragging along every nerve ending inside him in ways that short-circuit his thoughts completely. Yoo Joonghyuk's hand at his shoulder keeps him steady for this brutal pace he sets immediately—no slow build-up necessary because Kim Dokja is already dripping around him, body primed beyond words.
"Ngh… You feel even better than I imagined." Yoo Joonghyuk mumbles through gritted teeth as he bottoms out inside Kim Dokja completely—his hips snapping forward to bury himself fully in that tight heat.
"Ah! Joonghyuk-ah! Please—!" Kim Dokja speaks with desperation as he feels his body stretching to accommodate Yoo Joonghyuk's girth. Yoo Joonghyuk moves his hands to Kim Dokja's thighs now, spreading them wider and raising him slightly off the bed as he begins long, deep thrusts inside Kim Dokja—the sounds wet and obscene from how wet Kim Dokja becomes each time Yoo Joonghyuk sinks back into him.
"That feel good? Hm?" Joonghyuk watches intently where their bodies join—the way Kim Dokja takes every inch effortlessly despite those tiny whimpers escaping from between clenched teeth.
"A-ah! Y-you're hitting everywhere!"
"Hah…" Yoo Joonghyuk grits out. Kim Dokja's body trembles, muscles fluttering around Yoo Joonghyuk as he pistons into him with brutal efficiency. His nails dig into Joonghyuk's biceps for balance—tension coiling tight in his gut with every deep thrust that bottoms out inside him.
"You can't just—ah! Fucking take me like this without warning!" Kim Dokja grits out between ragged breaths, but the words break under a particularly sharp snap of Joonghyuk's hips that knocks the air from his lungs. Yoo Joonghyuk chuckles darkly—low and vibrating through Kim Dokja's back where they're pressed together.
"I gave plenty of warning." His grip on Kim Dokja's thighs tightens possessively. "You smelled like you wanted this." Yoo Joonghyuk moves faster now—his thick cock dragging over Kim Dokja's sensitive spot with every thrust, a pace that steals all coherent thoughts from his mind.
"Shit!—Joong—hyuk-ah!—" Kim Dokja gasps helplessly, back arching as his body convulses around Joonghyuk's length.
"Ngh… Your tight little cunt keeps pulling me deeper." Yoo Joonghyuk growls. His grip moves to Kim Dokja's waist now, fingers dimpling the soft flesh there as he holds him firm against each thrust.
"I want to hear how badly you want my cock." Yoo Joonghyuk groans. "Beg."
"No!—ah! I won't—I won't! Ahh!" Kim Dokja clings desperately to Yoo Joonghyuk's arms for support as he's rocked violently by each powerful thrust—his hole fluttering around Joonghyuk with every drag of that massive cock inside him.
"Liar." Yoo Joonghyuk speaks bluntly. "Hah! No—! You'll get me pregnant…" Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a low growl at Kim Dokja's breathless protest. The sound vibrates through their joined bodies as he thrusts harder, more deliberately now.
He shifts, mouth opening around Kim Dokja's shoulder before biting, claiming him to be his. Kim Dokja feels himself squirt pathetically around the cock still inside him, mouth open in a silent gasp. His body trembles, the bite unexpected but exhilarating.
"Ah…"
Kim Dokja's entire body shudders as Yoo Joonghyuk's teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder. The pain mingles with pleasure, sending another violent pulse of wetness around Yoo Joonghyuk's shaft still buried inside him.
“You—fuck, that's—!” Kim Dokja pants hoarsely between clenched teeth as the hot pain sears through his nerves and straight down his spine into the place where Yoo Joonghyuk is fucking him. His nails bite into Joonghyuk's arms hard even as his body arches instinctively toward him. Yoo Joonghyuk drinks in every broken noise from Kim Dokja's mouth—each twitch of his hips, every involuntary clench around his cock as if his body refuses to be denied this pleasure no matter how much Kim Dokja tries to fight it.
Yoo Joonghyuk groans. Kim Dokja's likely clenching down hard, with how much he feels every inch of his cock inside of him. As Yoo Joonghyuk laps at his shoulder, Kim Dokja feels something growing bigger inside of him, and a rush of warmth.
"U—gh, hah, noooo…" Yoo Joonghyuk's thick length swells inside Kim Dokja as he licks the mark into his shoulder, dragging deep and slow at the same time. The sudden stretch makes Kim Dokja gasp sharply—his body clenches down instinctively around the growing cock still buried inside him.
"I-It's too big!" Kim Dokja's words come out in a high-pitched whine he hates immediately but can't stop.He feels wetness pool onto his thighs as the stretch of his knot becomes the only feeling he can focus on.
Yoo Joonghyuk merely hums against his skin before nipping at the join between shoulder and neck—punishingly gentle and full of possession.
Yoo Joonghyuk groans against Kim Dokja's skin. His grip on Kim Dokja tightens as he feels every clench of those inner muscles massaging his cock. "Take it all for me."
Kim Dokja shudders violently as he realizes there's no avoiding it now—Yoo Joonghyuk is swelling inside him completely. To be claimed and marked fully by Yoo Joonghyuk—perhaps that’s what he wanted from the start.