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“Knot, knot me, please,” begs Dokja, with the last remnants of his sanity. Joonghyuk’s cock stretches him and his opening to its very limit. It’s overwhelming. The feeling of him inside is all-consuming. It often tethers over the edge of being pure, white pain, but Joonghyuk is great at fucking, so he feels blinding pleasure mixing into the pain. Joonghyuk hits all the spots, thrusting deep into him.
It’s a relentless onslaught, as he angles his hips well enough that he’s hitting his prostate at every other thrust; it’s been building up this scorching heat inside Dokja’s belly that has yet to be given an opportunity to be released, because Joonghyuk keeps stopping, delaying his orgasm.
Dokja is now sensitive enough that just the mere thought of Joonghyuk’s hand on his cock will send him over the edge. It’s also the most satisfied he’s ever felt.
It is painful, but the pain is accompanied by just enough pleasure that it pleases Dokja’s brain that’s grown to love this sort of sex. Joonghyuk gives him what he needs, and Dokja gets what he needs when Joonghyuk takes what he wants from him.
(Dokja always does. Not that Joonghyuk needs to know.)
Joonghyuk’s thrusts slow down once more at Dokja’s request to knot him, and Dokja lets out a whine of complaint as a response. It’s unconsciously. It shows the extent of how much Joonghyuk spoils him in bed. “You’re sore from yesterday, I can’t,” Joonghyuk reminds him. His tone is soft, as if he knows this will upset Dokja.
A stream of complaints immediately bubble underneath Dokja’s skin, but before he can voice then, Joonghyuk’s lips are on his, as if anticipating his tantrum, shutting him up.
Joonghyuk kisses like he fucks. He starts with burning passion, giving no time for the other to prepare. Here, he starts with diving into Dokja’s mouth with his tongue, as if expecting him to open up. It edges on being arrogant, that assumption. He acts like his mouth is his personal territory, to enter, explore, to conquer.
Shamelessly, Dokja opens wide, letting Joonghyuk in. Joonghyuk’s lips curve upwards and Dokja feels it through the kiss. It shows his delight at how pliant Dokja is. He then slows down into being gentle, pressing his lips to Dokja in quick, soft kisses, slipping his tongue in the middle as he explores Dokja’s mouth. This time with softer movements, like he’s revisiting his territory, brushing past the space like he knows how to live in it already. He bites his lips sometimes, trailing his tongue over it to soothe. It’s a nice contrast to his actions.
Like he wants to be gentle, but he’s too used to taking, and getting. In these actions, Dokja gets to see the typical haughtiness that alphas have, but Joonghyuk isn’t like the others. He knows what Dokja wants, he knows what Dokja likes.
And Dokja likes him like this, arrogant and a little selfish. But Joonghyuk is a gentle soul, so he still tries to be gentle, rubbing Dokja’s waist, kissing down his neck.
Dokja melts into the kiss.
“Want it so bad, alpha,” Dokja whines.
Joonghyuk stills. He lets out a sound that sounds like a growl. He leans back, looking into Dokja’s eyes, his expression hard. His hand presses down on Dokja’s waist, as if keeping him at a distance will stop the effect the words are having on him. All it does is put pressure on the bulge in his stomach that Joonghyuk’s oversized cock makes every time it’s inside of him. Dokja moans when he feels him press in. His body clenches onto itself. Joonghyuk lets go immediately, but his cock throbs in response.
Dokja smiles, and Joonghyuk frowns in return, seeing through him.
Dokja doesn’t get it, but calling Joonghyuk as ‘alpha’ always seems to work to get him to do anything Dokja wants. Maybe it’s some kink all alphas have, with being territorial etched into their bones. Perhaps it’s some alpha-omega dynamic that he’s not privy to.
The thought of that used to bring him great discomfort. Not being an omega and dating an alpha.
Joonghyuk was from another world, a rich, successful alpha, and Dokja was a common beta. He didn’t understand most of Joonghyuk’s world, the scenting that came to him naturally, the life changing wealth he possessed but didn’t consider as significant.
It was similar to seeing all the high rise buildings on his way back home during his commute. The train he was in was speeding by, and he never had the thought to look at what the people inside could be up to.
Dokja was so detached from their lifestyle that he never even got close enough to have a good view. All he managed to catch were yellow lights. Their shining lights and splendour. A conference room, a meeting stretching late, deep into the night. All he wondered about was the view of sunsets not marred by smaller, less important buildings. Like the one he worked at. All he was curious about was if they saw the stars from the top floor.
All of it was so foreign to Dokja that when Joonghyuk had asked him out, he thought he was being pranked.
He’d turned him down the first time. Then the second, then the third. When he’d voiced his concerns the fourth time, Joonghyuk had reassured him it didn’t matter. Their very separate lives and upbringing didn’t matter.
In a way, it was a very alpha thing to say, Dokja had thought back then. To Joonghyuk, their differences were nothing in comparison to the vast ocean Dokja thought he’d have to swim across to get to him. If he didn’t drown in the middle, which he was sure he would.
But he’d been proven wrong. He’d shown Dokja he didn’t care about the differences because he loved Dokja far too much to let anything get between them. Joonghyuk had spent years convincing him his secondary gender meant nothing in comparison to the gravity and extent of his feelings towards Dokja.
He’d taken his hand, and promised they’d cross all obstacles together.
And then he’d spent years proving it.
Slowly, Dokja had stopped caring, too. Joonghyuk’s secondary gender was no longer something that gave him a sense of crisis, or made him aware of his own lack of self-esteem. Dokja was now comfortable dating an alpha.
It wasn’t how he thought he was. It wasn’t fighting because his alpha kept flirting with omegas. It wasn’t dealing with bad in-laws.
It was actually being possessed so deeply, even someone as scared as him felt safe enough to open his heart to someone. It was dating someone so considerate they proposed to get rid of their gland the first time Dokja felt uncomfortable around an omega. It was your boyfriend’s parents taking you aside and gifting you shares worth billions to keep your anxiety at bay.
All that was Joonghyuk. Dokja had no doubt he’d managed to snag the best alpha of his generation all to himself.
It came other advantages, too. Like how Joonghyuk liked to mark him up, and how easy he was to rile up in bed. Those seemed to be alpha traits.
But they suited his tastes just fine.
“Mark me, alpha, make me yours,” he said, no trace of shame in his voice, a changed man after having met Joonghyuk and given his all to him.
His inhibitions, his fears, his cowardice, all exchanged for a pure wish to be loved in return.
He used his newly found confidence to his advantage all the time, no matter how many times Joonghyuk had warned him not to.
He knows Joonghyuk secretly loves it, with how his face always softens, and his eyebrows lower. To him, it’s a reminder of how much he means to Dokja, how much he’s managed to change a prickly man he’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
Joonghyuk takes the bait. His thrusts get faster, and his cock catches on the ring of Dokja’s opening. Joonghyuk hisses when his cock slips out, a sign of him losing control over his body. A mixture of pre-cum and lube drips down from Dokja’s opening, dirtying the sheets. Joonghyuk watches, transfixed, as if it’s not a common occurrence. His face changes.
Dokja watches Joonghyuk as Joonghyuk watches him. He clenches his hole, hoping Joonghyuk enjoys the visual. Seems like he does, because he watches as if he’ll never get used to the view. He slows down once more, but something has changed. His movements are back to being calculated.
Dokja knows what’s coming next. Still, his heart speeds up as Joonghyuk bends down from the waist to whisper near his ear, “Beg for it.”
That shuts Dokja up real fast. As much progress as he’s made, he still has a bottom line. A bottom line Joonghyuk is well aware of, considering how much he tests it.
It’s Dokja’s turn to glare at him, but he does not make a convincing image of being angry, with red rimmed eyes, tear tracks trailing down his cheeks, adding a layer of sensuality. The arousal paints his red, blushing face with desperation and need. This makes his face appear a bit more appealing than usual. A different image from what he usually is, a beta with no great qualities who usually goes unnoticed and enjoys living a quiet life. He looks ravished, well fucked, and satiated.
To Joonghyuk, he must look anything but angry.
All elements contrary to what an angry man should look like.
Joonghyuk seems affected, because his grip on Dokja’s thighs tighten. They’ll leave marks, because Dokja bruises with the slightest tough, his pale skin a magnet for purple and blue.
Not like he’s ever been unmarked since he started dating Joonghyuk. Even now, hickeys and handprints mark his body, from his calves to his neck.
The most prominent of them all is the one that’s at the back of his neck. It’s a bite mark, one that would showcase Joonghyuk’s permanent claim on him, were he an omega.
Now, it sits as a reminder of Joonghyuk’s love. It doesn’t change him, like it would have, were he an omega. No matter how deep their love goes, he doesn’t get a physical reminder of how he belongs to Joonghyuk. All there is are his emotional feelings to show how he’s been changed, moulded to be a different person.
That is one of the few things he’s yet to come to terms with. That he is incapable of carrying a permanent mark, and he knows it bothers Joonghyuk too, because he bites down on his nape every few days, making sure the world knows Dokja is taken.
Dokja can’t help but go down that train of thought, his mind leaving him, a coldness creeping up his back. There’s him, and Joonghyuk, which should be the most important person in the room, and he usually is, but that sense of unease overcomes the love he has for Joonghyuk. That feeling of not being enough, being replaced.
The world goes quiet, then. There's him, Joonghyuk, and that awareness neither of them acknowledge, like they wish things were different, but love each other too much to let go regardless. It’s a freezing realization.
Joonghyuk slips out from Dokja and stops touching him.
The world comes to a stop. “Joonghyuk…?” Dokja questions, blinking. His brain starts registering tiny noises again, the ringing of a doorbell, the cars passing by their house.
He doesn’t realize he’d stopped hearing them until they return.
“You don’t seem to be into this,” says Joonghyuk. With a start, Dokja realizes can’t see him, can’t register what that expression on his face means.
“What do you mean?” He asks, voice breaking at the end. He sounds pathetic. It should mortify him, but it doesn’t. Because him and Joonghyuk are no longer connected. Joonghyuk has ripped their connection apart, mercilessly.
Tears fill his eyes. Joonghyuk shakes his head. “You’re not with me any more,” He says.
So he noticed, like he always does. He noticed how Dokja let his thoughts get between them again. It must hurt him, because Joonghyuk is a saint who has done everything to make sure Dokja is satisfied and happy.
And Dokja? He still questions, he still gets lost. Even like this, in a moment so intimate, Dokja can’t help but allow the ghost of his fears to remain. He allows them to rip him away from his beloved’s embrace, time and time again.
It’s unfair to a man so kind.
Dokja gets on his knees and crawls towards Joonghyuk. The world opens up, he sees the way Joonghyuk swallows, the way his fists tighten. His dick stands tall between his legs. It’s almost scary, the size and girth of the thing, a stark to the beauty that Joonghyuk himself is.
He’s holding back, because he doesn’t want Dokja to get lost in his thoughts again. He pulls him out, he doesn’t chastise him for it, neither does he wrong himself.
He’s so perfect. And he’s all his. Dokja’s boyfriend.
His alpha.
Dokja manages to crawl enough so that he’s sitting between Joonghyuk’s legs. He tries to put his legs over Joonghyuk’s thighs, hands coming up to Joonghyuk’s shoulders to support himself, so he can lower himself down and have his cock inside him again.
Dokja usually doesn’t take the initiative this way, he doesn’t proposition, doesn’t seduce. He doesn’t think he can.
He’s asked why Joonghyuk likes him many times, but he’s never got a definitive answer. Typically, Joonghyuk will come home, tired, and gather Dokja in his arms. He’ll slip his hands underneath his shirt, fingers trailing his body. Dokja will immediately melt into him, because Joonghyuk is an extremely attractive man who Dokja loves and thinks about far too much in a day to be healthy. So it’s not easy for Dokja to get in the mood. And Joonghyuk is always in the mood.
This is new. This is terrifying, and in the back of Dokja’s head, he’s cursing himself, wondering how awkward and stupid he must look trying to seduce Joonghyuk, the man who rejects ten omegas a day. But there’s this other, resounding, persistent thought that takes over.
He needs Joonghyuk to be inside him.
Dokja didn’t know a lot about alphas and omegas before meeting Joonghyuk. He had this vague idea of their characteristics, what sex education at school had forced him to learn. He knew of stereotypes, of how alphas were pushy sex obsessed maniacs and omegas were helpless victims. He’d grown from it, met many strong-willed, determined omegas, and kind alphas. He knew of an alpha’s instinct to claim. To mark, to own.
Dokja thought his need to be owned was far greater than anything gender and pheromones could produce. There was nothing instinctual about it. Nothing he was born with made him predisposed to be this way.
But he was.
He failed to line up his cock, and Joonghyuk was being as unresponsive as ever. He just kept looking at him, steadying him when necessary with a warm hand on his waist. It was as if telling him he had an anchor to keep him grounded. It was a reminder that Joonghyuk hadn’t left, never will. But he was giving nothing else away. He wasn’t touching Dokja more.
His eyes were so dark that he saw no light in them anymore, and he made no move to help him.
Dokja whined. Joonghyuk’s hand on him tightened, but he stayed still.
Dokja tried again. He reached back, and his arm reaching as far back as possible, but his waist wasn’t flexible enough. Barely had he managed to grab hold of Joonghyuk’s cock to line it up with his own entrance did Joonghyuk press on his waist to jolt him upright, and Dokja missed again.
He turned back to glare at Joonghyuk, this time with actual vitriol.
“Beg, Dokja.”
There was an expression on his face he hadn’t seen before. He’d call it cruel, if he didn’t know better.
Joonghyuk couldn’t be cruel. He was a kind, gentle alpha.
It was Dokja who was fucked in the head. Needy and pathetic, yet too cowardly to confess to his true feelings.
It was Dokja needed Joonghyuk, and only ever Joonghyuk, to claim him. Dokja was unfortunate enough to not be an omega, to not have a scent glad that Joonghyuk could lay claim to. He had to adjust, make do with what he could have.
All he could have is Joonghyuk. He needed Joonghyuk to be in him, to knot him, to fill him in. Dokja needed to go about his days knowing his alpha’s seed marked had his insides the previous day.
He revelled in it, the way alphas would frown and look up, confused, as to why a beta was carrying such strong alpha pheromones on him. He loved seeing the jealous looks omegas would give him when they sensed the same. He loved belonging, and it had become his safety net.
Not that Joonghyuk could ever know. Joonghyuk must think he liked being a brat, and had some weird kinks. That was it.
“Please,” he begged, giving in, just this time. If he didn’t, he’d reveal more. He’d start speaking of things he needed to keep to himself, like how being wanted by Joonghyuk had become the most important thing in the world to him.
Like he felt like his life had started when Joonghyuk fell in love with him.
Dokja tried to get Joonghyuk inside again and failed once more, thanks to Joonghyuk twisting away from him. Dokja leaned down and bit his neck, hoping it would leave marks. It barely left a dent. If anything, his teeth hurt. Dokja grumbled about ‘stupid tough alpha skin’. But he was too soft towards the man in front of him, so he nosed along his neck, breathing him in and kissing him.
He wished he could smell his pheromones. He wished for so many things, his throat clogged up. “Please, please, knot me, make me yours. I’m begging you, Joonghyuk,” he begged.
Because it was easier than saying what he actually wanted to.
I love you. I’m in love with you. I can’t imagine living without you.
Joonghyuk’s hands grabbed his waist then with their usual fervour, the painful kind of grip that Dokja had grown to love. He plunged the entirety of his cock inside him in one go, like even he was at his limit.
Dokja felt it in the back of his throat, in his toes, with how much power Joonghyuk had put in it. His eyes rolled back, and he went limp, fully giving himself to Joonghyuk, hoping to be used like a rag doll.
Joonghyuk balanced them on his knees, gravity and his hips plunging his cock to the deepest parts of Dokja’s body. Dokja’s hands found themselves trailing Joonghyuk’s back, and it was full of sweat.
Dokja wondered how mentally strong an alpha had to be to hold back for so long in the midst of such passion. Dokja couldn’t.
“More,” demanded Joonghyuk.
“Alpha,” Dokja gasped out, panting because of the punishing pace Joonghyuk had set, as if taking revenge for how Dokja had ignored him earlier. He would almost pull out, his cock getting caught in Dokja’s now swollen opening, then he’d thrust back, hips slamming onto his, the sound echoing like thunder. “My alpha, knot me, would you? I’ll do anything for it, please.”
“Anything?”
“Hm, anything, mark me, make me bleed—”
“No, you’ll hurt.”
Dokja huffed and sat up once more, bending to bite Joonghyuk again, in the same place as before. He didn’t have fangs so he couldn’t pierce skin, but with the hiss he got as a response, he hoped Joonghyuk understood how frustrated he was.
Joonghyuk, even though he was in pain, though he was unrelenting in chasing his own pleasure, through his ruthless thrusting, through the building pleasure, kept caressing Dokja’s spine. Maybe it was this that sent him over the edge.
Belonging, being loved. Being connected to Joonghyuk in ways no one else could be.
“Breed me, please?”
Dokja’s vision blackened. His stomach cramped and he came, moaning the loudest he had in his life. Joonghyuk’s thrusts grew weaker, erratic. He didn’t stop, ignoring Dokja’s complaints at being overstimulated. He nosed Dokja’s nape until he found the spot, and bit down.
Skin broke, blood spilled. Dokja shivered as Joonghyuk’s knot expanded, locking them in place.
Dokja leaned back, spent, but misjudged the distance from the bed to the headboard and banged his head on solid wood.
Pain shot up his spine and he cried out as Joonghyuk immediately pulled him back towards him to hug him, hand rubbing the spot he’d just hit.
Dokja felt light-headed, like he was about to faint.
“Dokja, are you okay? Dokja! Answer me!” Asked Joonghyuk, panicking.
He was usually a very calm man, but he always panicked so easily when it came to Dokja.
It was very cute.
“I’m fine, just… dizzy…?” Dokja said. His voice sounded muffled.
A strange noise filled his ears. It felt serious, but if he told Joonghyuk that, he’d make all hospitals nearby go into full lockdown to diagnose him. It would end up being nothing, and he’d feel bad at inconveniencing all those people.
Joonghyuk tried to move, “no, we’re going to the hospital.”
Dokja laughed and kissed him. He could barely open his eyes, but he found Joonghyuk easily. He knew this man enough to find him with his presence alone.
“Like this? You want everyone to see how I look with your knot up my ass?” He giggled.
Giggled, like a teenager. He’d call himself embarrassing if there wasn’t a more pressing issue at hand.
Even like this, eyes closed, brain barely functioning, he could perfectly picture how Joonghyuk must look like right now. Eyebrows furrowed, chewing on his lip, fighting with himself. Wondering which was more important, Dokja’s health or his own possessiveness.
Dokja reassured him five more times before Joonghyuk’s possessiveness won, barely. “Tomorrow, we’ll go.”
Joonghyuk laid down, carefully manoeuvring Dokja into the bed so he wouldn’t get hurt from the knot. It was large, and it stretched Dokja to limits he didn’t think his body could withstand.
But it was equally rewarding. The fullness gave him comfort, weirdly.
When Dokja moved to kiss him again, Joonghyuk smacked his arm as a response, afraid of Dokja hurting himself.
Dokja pouted.
Joonghyuk sighed, pecking him. Meeting him halfway.
Before Dokja drifted to sleep, he heard a mechanical, strange voice. He ignored it, like he ignored the flashing words that followed.
【He’s so shameless… 】
【Desperate pervert, lol 】
【Does the sex scene between the ml and the cannon fodder really need to be this descriptive? 】