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Yoo Joonghyuk is fairly certain he is a, relatively, normal person. Average? No. But mostly normal. Which is why when he realizes Kim Dokja left behind one of his favorite jackets after leaving the company get together, he picked it up with the intention of returning it.
It had been a Friday, and neither he nor Kim Dokja, as far as he knew, worked that weekend. So the jacket had been left on his desk next to his gaming pc from back when he used to stream professionally. Sunday comes, and as he picks it up to move it next to his keys Dokja's scent catches his attention. He had always known Dokja had a nice smell, even when he was stressed and reeked of spilled ink. Pine, thyme, and bamboo. The scent of a scholar. He brought the fabric closer to his face to breathe it in, sitting back down on his bed. Joonghyuk wasn't aware of how long he'd sat there until his alarm rang, alerting him that he needed to brush his teeth and get to bed. He put the jacket to the side and rushed to go finish his routine.
Inevitably, he forgot the jacket at his apartment. He realized this as soon as he saw Kim Dokja at the office. He cursed, missing his chance multiple times to bring it up. Partially because of his own social ineptitude, and partially because Yoo Sangah had an uncanny ability to need Dokja right before Joonghyuk could find the words to express himself. Thus, Yoo Joonghyuk went home without saying anything at all. Yoo Mia visits briefly for a couple hours, thoroughly distracting Joonghyuk. She was staying in the school dorms ever since she turned 15, stating she wanted to get freedom. Joonghyuk suspected that what she really wanted was to give him space so he could take care of himself and actually have a love life. Not that it had actually panned out since His break up with Lee Seolhwa 4 months ago. It had been mutual as neither had time for the other. Still, Mia was happy with things as they were.
After his sister left, taking several boxes of leftovers with her, Joonghyuk went on auto pilot cleaning up. It was only after he'd adjusted the pillows and blankets on his bed for the 6th time that he realized what he was doing. Scowling, he checked his cycle app and cursed. His heat was supposed to start in the next few days. Joonghyuk sighed, staring down at the start of his nest. With a grumble, he opened his cabinets and pulled out more pillows and sheets. He was glad his heats were always short and painless.
Still, he emailed his workplace to let them know he'd not be available for four days starting Friday.
The next day, Yoo Joonghyuk got up unusually late and spent his entire morning rushing to get ready. He spent more time than he had trying to locate where he'd thrown the darn jacket, but ended up giving up, leaving his home running late.
All his coworkers gave him a wide berth due to his clear foul mood, so when lunch rolled around and Joonghyuk realized he left his meal in his fridge he was shocked to see Kim Dokja stop next to his desk with take out from Murim Dumplings.
"Hungry?" Dokja asked with a kind and slightly worried smile. He was wearing a coat and beanie still having just come in from outside.
Joonghyuk swallowed back any of his usual irritated remarks, standing to follow Dokja to the staff break room.
Lunch was a quiet affair. Or at least, was on his end. Dokja chattered on about this and that. Joonghyuk let him do so where he would have made anyone else shut up. They had always been like that.
Which is why Joonghyuk was surprised to find he had, at some point, pocketed Dokja's beanie. He'd only found it after he'd returned home. He flung it at his desk then ran a hand down his face. What was wrong with him recently?
Joonghyuk glanced at his nest and shuffled his feet, still unsatisfied with it. Ever since switching jobs, he'd felt like this.
Something must be seriously wrong with him. Perhaps this was one of the effects of being on birth control for so long. He planned dinner as he absentmindedly adjusted his nest once more. Later, he searched his apartment for where he could have misplaced Dokja's jacket. It wouldn't be until much later, after he'd long given up, that he found the garment. Laying down in his bed-turned-nest, snuggling in to relaxing pine scent–
Joonghyuk sat up immediately. He turned on his bedside lamp and looked down at where he'd laid down.
There was the jacket, mixed in with his most comfortable sheets and bedding. He flushed with embarrassment at the realization, shaking as he pulled it out and chucked it across the room.
Covering his face with his hands, Joonghyuk tried not to think about what this meant. He and Dokja, while they had become friends in the last few months, were not so close that Joonghyuk should be desiring things for his heat nest.
He laid back down to try and sleep, tossing and turning. An hour later, he stared up at his ceiling, wanting to strangle something. Joonghyuk pulled himself out of bed and walked over to where he'd thrown the jacket. He stared down at it in the dark, too tired to feel ashamed as he picked it up and brought it back into the nest with him. Only once he buried his face into the fabric did sleep finally claim him.
Morning came, Joonghyuk forgot the jacket once more, though he didn't forget his lunch this time. His day passed similarly to the day before, as did the day after that. Each time Yoo Joonghyuk had eaten with Kim Dokja. And each time he, either subconsciously or accidentally, took one of Dokja's things back home with him. Yoo Joonghyuk felt guilt, shame, and embarrassment every time he looked at his nest. He couldn't tell if he was leaving these things behind on purpose or intentionally anymore. Joonghyuk blamed his damned omega instincts for it. Joonghyuk switched into his most comfortable clothes, not bothering with underwear when he knew that the next day they'd just be ruined. He spent the rest of his evening preparing easy to eat foods to last him the next four days, as he was unlikely to have the mind to cook.
His heat struck in the middle of the night, dragging him out of his sleep in a disoriented daze. Joonghyuk’s clothes stuck to his skin, and he trembled, breaths coming out in heavy pants. Trying to shift and get more comfortable, his shirt rubbed against sensitive nipples eliciting a soft moan. He felt his core spasm and ache. Dokja's scarf, the one he'd been wearing the day before, was pulled over, and Joonghyuk breathed in the enticing scent. The cramps eased and faded from his mind, replaced by intense need.
His free hand wandered over his own body, teasing and adding fuel to the heat growing in his gut. Joonghyuk rolled onto his front, grinding into the mattress as he pinched one of his nipples. A keening noise escaped his throat from behind clenched teeth. He imagined Dokja's voice saying his name as his palm moved from his chest and traveled downward. An imaginary breath against the shell of his ear made him shiver as he grasped himself. His hips grinded down into his tight fist the moment he started to stroke, precum mixing with slick. As he did, the heat intensified, pulling in more and more mental images of his co-worker. A cloying smile, long neck, and skinny shoulders he'd engulf as Dokja would pound into him. Joonghyuk heard his own wet noise fill his bedroom and pretended they were both of theirs.
Stroking himself wasn't enough. He spread his legs wider and slipped his hand further down, pushing open sticky, swollen lips then delving his fingers into wet heat. Joonghyuk's body tensed and he cried out but pumped in and out of his dripping cunt regardless. His cock ached between his legs as Joonghyuk fucked himself open, his voice echoing off his wall along with lewd noise. He cummed shouting Dokja's name, his back arched, fingers shoved as deep inside as he could, and the walls of his pussy trembling. Still he didn't stop. He couldn't. He shook as his hand kept thrusting in and out, Dokja's name repeated on his lips like a prayer. The scent of bamboo and thyme maddening as a second orgasm thundered through him before the first had even totally ended.
Hours passed like this. After the first wave was finished, Joonghyuk dragged himself out of bed, pants abandoned and slick coating his inner thighs, then made his way into the kitchen to quickly rehydrate and eat. He didn't bother to sit, snacking directly from the fridge. Joonghyuk chugged a bottle of water then returned to his nest, already feeling the start of the second wave. His body shivered and he could feel the mess between his thighs twitch. He started on his back this time, hips moving with his fingers. Restless, throbbing lust consumed his every waking moment, and his thoughts all circled back to Dokja. His neck and shoulders ached for his coworker’s bite, to be claimed and smothered by the others' attention. Joonghyuk was engulfed with desires he didn't know he harbored prior.
He needed to be mated to Kim Dokja. He needed to be pressed down and taken by the other with as much desperation as he felt now. To be Dokja's bonded mate. His fated pair. Joonghyuk wouldn't be able to live without the scent of pine and bamboo. As though he were addicted, Joonghyuk always kept something that smelled of Dokja at hand through every wave of heat and lust. Sticky desire growing stronger with every round.
Five days from the start of his heat, Joonghyuk woke up thirsty and aching. Everything from the waist down was sore, and he felt like his mind was shrouded in fog. He stumbled out of bed and into his bathroom. Sitting on the shower floor with scalding hot water pouring down over him, memories of the previous days slowly returned as the evidence washed down the drain. Joonghyuk covered his face and sighed. He felt like throwing up. A twinge of pain in his gut reminded him that he could still expect to have his menstrual cycle start in a day or so. Climbing back to his feet, he finished washing up. Clean and dressed, he looked down at his nest.
Shame and disgust filled him. He'd utterly defiled Dokja's things. Especially the jacket, which was in a half dried puddle of slick and cum. He quickly started the laundry and turned on an air filter to clear his space of the scent of his heat, mostly to prevent it from sinking into the walls and his clean clothes. The only break he took while cleaning was to eat and drink water.
The next day, he came into work and endured his supervisor's questioning. He was glad he didn't have an alpha as his boss as he explained himself for his heat being longer. She gave him a pitying look and gave him some chocolates. Next, he went to Dokja's desk, glad the man hadn't arrived yet. As he was leaving his things behind, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi?"
Joonghyuk froze in place. He'd been hoping to avoid Dokja.
"...Kim Dokja."
Dokja smiled politely, staring at Joonghyuk with concern. "Hey, are you feeling okay? You were missing yesterday." He asked as he took off his coat and scarf.
Joonghyuk shifted out of the way so Dokja could get to his desk. "I'm fine."
"Mm. I'm glad." Dokja looked down and stared for a moment, "Oh! I had wondered where those had gone." He grinned at Joonghyuk, patting him on the shoulder, "Thanks for finding them!"
Dokja's wonderful pine scent graced Joonghyuk's senses, dragging him into a lull. He wanted to lean down and press his face against Dokja's scent glands and totally lose himself to the other. It's effect as hypnotic.
Dokja pushing him down onto the desk, just as drunk as he was. Tearing his clothes off, the buttons of his shirt flying cross the room. The feeling of Dokja's mouth on his chest and stomach–
"Joonghyuk-ssi?"
Joonghyuk snapped back to reality, flinching slightly. "What?"
Dokja looked up at him with a concerned expression. "Are you sure you are okay?"
He pulled back out of Dokja's reach, embarrassed. "I'm fine." Joonghyuk moved Dokja's chair slightly so he could go around the other and exit the room before he did something insane.
"Talk to you later, Joonghyuk-ssi."
He didn't respond, instead looking back only briefly at the doorway. Dokja was holding up one of his gloves with a mysterious, seemingly knowing smile. Joonghyuk then noticed the time and rushed back to his office. He sat down, placed the scarf– he stared at the scarf still in his hand. No, when had he...? Was he turning into a kleptomaniac? Joonghyuk didn't even notice he'd stolen the scarf. He sighed, thinking he'd return it at lunch and apologize. His job got busy, a deadline upcoming this month, and he forgot lunch entirely. Joonghyuk ended up returning straight home, scarf utterly forgotten. The rest of the month passed in a similar fashion, leaving him exhausted.
Even on the days he got home on time, he still found he'd taken something of Dokja's, although those things weren't always clothes. In fact, it was worse as it was things that had been discarded or should have been thrown away. Joonghyuk thought that as soon as he had more free time he'd go to therapy. Not to mention the dreams...
Dreams where Dokja crawled into his bed to tease and pleasure him. Where he was cornered in the supply closet and spread his legs for the other. He was haunted by the other, and every small flash of skin drove him crazy. His subconscious had decided Dokja was an Alpha despite Dokja having never mentioned his dynamic. However, the mere passing thought of Dokja filling him with his knot was enough to make Joonghyuk squirm and turn wet. He felt worse than a teenager most mornings.
Joonghyuk groaned lowly as he palmed himself, precum mixing with the warm water of his shower. He pressed his back to cool tile, he legs shaking as they tried to support him. Last night's dream had been especially vivid, taking place at the restaurant they last visited with the company. Dokja hadn't even touched his drink when he grabbed Joonghyuk by the collar and shoved him down onto the table. He'd ripped Joonghyuk's pants off of him and forced his legs apart where all of their coworkers could see everything.
Joonghyuk should have been horrified, but seeing everyone watch as Dokja filled him with cum over and over until he overflowed and dripped onto the table made satisfaction curl inside instead. Dokja hadn't even allowed Joonghyuk to muffle his sounds, making them listen to his loud cries of pleasure.
Joonghyuk slid down to the shower floor as he reached his peak, toes curling. "It... This must to be because of my last heat. It's... It's just some kind of remnant. It has to be." He told himself. He didn't know what he'd do if that wasn't the case.
He set aside a full week for his heat this time, just to be safe. Desperation for one person flooding his body and senses when it arrived. Joonghyuk contemplated calling Dokja and begging for him to help. To ease the increasing tension and desire. When he finally came back to himself, he tried to rationalize everything. They were barely friends, more like acquaintances. Yet Joonghyuk didn't know if he could stand a third heat like this. He was afraid he'd do something dangerous, like leave his home to seek Dokja out.
Seeing Dokja on his first day back talking to Yoo Sangah didn't help. He hated it. They were too close. He especially hated how Dokja smiled at her. Joonghyuk wanted to walk over and interrupt them, just so Dokja wouldn't be so friendly... but that was stupid. It lacked sense. Dokja was friendly for the sake of his job. Most people in an office had to be. It was something Joonghyuk struggled with most and made Dokja so admirable in this environment. Still, Joonghyuk couldn't help but want all of that attention for himself alone.
The dissatisfaction eased when Dokja caught Joonghyuk staring and grinned at him. The expression was different, maybe slightly more relaxed? Joonghyuk wasn't sure. Still, he was able to get back to his work easier afterward. Lunch, on the other hand, had turned dangerous. Everything Dokja did was a distraction. Dokja so much as humming in enjoyment from an especially tasty bite of food had Joonghyuk nearly snapping his plastic fork in half. This came to a peak when Dokja leaned forward, exposing his neck and collarbone.
Joonghyuk doesn't know how he managed to not throw himself at Dokja's feet, just like he isn't sure how he managed to get home. He does know that he had, somehow managed to steal Dokja's coat. He sighed, ashamed of his actions, but unwilling to return it in spite of himself. No, the coat is too much. At the least, he needs to return that. He does so by going into work extra early and leaving it at Dokja's desk and escaping back to his own before being seen by anyone. Every part of this situation was ridiculous and embarrassing.
After two more days of unintentional taunts and Joonghyuk having to live with the shame of having jacked off secretly in the bathroom and stealing Dokja's used spoon, he comes to a conclusion.
He didn't think getting an invite to Dokja's place would be this easy. Especially since it was just the two of them. Asking someone their secondary gender was rude, yes, but Dokja's complete lack of caution with Joonghyuk made him pleased and worried. Then again, Dokja wasn't someone who attracted human problems like Joonghyuk. Unfortunately, it seemed Dokja only attracted the good and kind sort, so Joonghyuk could only swallow his jealousy when Dokja acted friendly with someone.
Regardless, he'd gotten the invite. It was under the guise of concern since Dokja was rather thin and skinny. Offering to cook Dokja a meal at his house gave him plenty of excuses to get all the information Joonghyuk could want on the other.
Joonghyuk was still nervous. The apartment was small and they were always in view of eachother. Though the first time Joonghyuk came over, he'd ended up dragging Dokja to the grocery store because his kitchen was basically barren. With each visit they grew closer, revealing a little more of themselves each time. Joonghyuk stopped wearing the pheromone deodorant when he was at Dokja's home and begun sitting closer to the other man than he might have otherwise. Dokja would read Joonghyuk passages of the webnovel he was reading that day aloud, even going as far as to explain the tropes and which ones he liked, which ones he tolerated, and the tropes he hated. Still, Joonghyuk knew this wasn't enough. Especially since his nasty little habit hadn't abated at all.
He stopped stealing from Dokja at their workplace. Instead, his dirty laundry became Joonghyuk's newest victim. It wasn't okay. He knew that. Joonghyuk knew he should stop, get himself a therapist, and beg for Dokja's forgiveness. But he didn't. And he didn't know why. He didn't know why he didn't seek help even as he fingered himself, slick pooling in his hand as he did so, and buried his face in the t-shirt soaked in Dokja's scent. He didn't even cum from his front anymore, cock rendered useless by the desire that grew daily in his gut.
Dokja's scent and habits made Joonghyuk pathetic and weak to his own lust. He felt his nape and shoulders ache every time he thought of Dokja's teeth, begging to be claimed by the other man. It was maddening how badly he wanted Dokja, enough so to do something truly reckless.
Sleeping pills were something he didn't even need to go out and buy since he found he needed them himself recently. Slipping them to Dokja during one of Joonghyuk's visits was hysterically easy as well.
"Supplements. You need them." Joonghyuk told Dokja.
Dokja blinked, then chuckled, nodding along. "Sure, if you say so." He obediently took the 'supplements' while Joonghyuk turned to go clean up in the kitchen.
A short while later, Dokja yawned, then gazed longingly at his bed. "Uhm, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, do you mind letting yourself out? I think I ate too much and am going into a carb coma..."
Joonghyuk glanced behind him, heart pounding in his ears. Dokja was sitting on the ground in front of his coffee table, smiling a bit awkwardly. Joonghyuk nodded, turning back to the dishes. Twenty minutes later, Joonghyuk wiped his hands off on a dish towel then stepped back into the main space. He stared at Dokja, who was laying on his back sleeping. He never noticed how unnerving it was to see Dokja so still, since the man was usually fidgeting in some way.
He walked across the small room and sat next to Dokja on the bed. Joonghyuk swallowed, looking down at the person who had been haunting his every fantasy. Leaning closer, he breathed in the scent of bamboo, not realizing how close he was getting until he was practically close enough to press his lips to Dokja's throat. He hesitated, then sat back, preferring to have their first kiss be one that was conscious for both parties. Instead, his hand wandered over Dokja's chest, his own hand mirroring the touches on himself.
Joonghyuk savored the way both of their scents gradually changed and mixed. His own smelling like breakfast coffee, while Dokja made Joonghyuk think of something older and greater than himself. It made Joonghyuk feel like falling to his knees in worship. And worship he would.
Joonghyuk shifted, climbing further onto the bed, so he was sitting between Dokja's thighs. He massaged the muscle, watching as Dokja's breath hitched in his sleep. Carefully so as not to wake him, he slid Dokja’s slacks down to reveal bulging underwear.
Some distant part of his mind reminded Joonghyuk that is was wrong. That he shouldn't be doing this. However, those inhibitions were promptly forgotten the moment he pressed his nose into the underside of Dokja's cock bulge. The scent made shivers run down his spine and dizzied him. Joonghyuk shuddered, feeling his own slick gush out. Dokja's tantalizing scent was strongest here. Face flushed arousal, he pulled the briefs down to reveal his prize. Even at a glance, it was clear Dokja was an alpha. Although the length was more or less average for an alpha, around the same size as Joonghyuk's own, the girth was thicker, especially near the base where the knot organ was. Excitement burned in Joonghyuk's gut as he licked the underside, reveling in the deep, growl-like groan Dokja made in return.
Joonghyuk pushed his own pants down and gathered some of his slick into his hand to use as lube. He curled his hand around Dokja's length, appreciating how, even though he didn't have particularly small hands, he could barely wrap his fingers all the way around. Without any prior experience Joonghyuk didn't dare try and give a full blow job. His eyes fluttered shut as he brought the tip to his lips, swirling his tongue around the organ. He stroked Dokja with the same firmness he enjoyed on himself, shivering with excitement. His free hand soon found itself firmly between Joonghyuk's legs, thrusting his fingers in and out as Joonghyuk's licked and pumped Dokja's cock. He tried to memorize the shape while he softly moaned. Joonghyuk sped up his movements, feeling the way Dokja's hips subtly shifted upwards and his breaths came out heavier. Dokja groaned and the muscles of his stomach tensed.
Joonghyuk whimpered, his body trembling and slick dripping down his hand and thighs. He wasn't able to use his mouth anymore and leaned his head against Dokja's thigh, biting his lip.
The scent of Dokja's arousal spiked, shoving him over the edge.
He felt slick gush out of him as he orgasmed, shaking and letting out a soft cry.
Joonghyuk looked up just in time for white fluid so splatter on his face and hair, having been too distracted to see Dokja tense up when Joonghyuk had squeezed his slowly filling knot.
The idea of letting Dokja's cum go to waste made Joonghyuk grit his teeth in irritation. So quickly got to work, lapping up and sucking out every last drop, milking Dokja for every last drop.
He sat back, licking the fluid off his cheek. Eventually, his sanity returned to him, and the horror set in.
What had he just done?
He stood, pulling his pants back on. Joonghyuk grabbed some tissues and quickly started cleaning Dokja off and put the other man's clothes back on. All he could think about was how he had just committed a crime. A crime against someone he'd grown to think of as a friend and, maybe someday if he were lucky, a potential mate.
He sniffed, refusing to let himself cry. It was his own fault. Something must be wrong with him.
Having cleaned off His Friend and redressing him (In spite of the fact it was probably uncomfortable for Dokja due to the fact That wouldn't go away until the knot went down), Joonghyuk hurried to tidy up and leave the apartment. He felt like he'd been possessed by some sort of lustful virgin ghost. At his age, there was absolutely no excuse for this. Once Joonghyuk had finally gotten back to his apartment, he took an extremely cold shower in a desperate effort to cleanse himself of his shame. In spite of this, he could feel the way his body longed for the other man. Perhaps, Joonghyuk contemplated, Dokja really was his fated mate. Or at least someone he had hypercompatability with. He recalled that children between HC people tended to inherit their parents best features, being a perfect mix of genetics. The mental image of his and Dokja's kids came to mind, and the Longing grew stronger. With it came a feeling of self-disgust. Joonghyuk exited the shower, accepting that it hadn't helped in the least other than wash Dokja's scent off him. Redressed, he walked into his living room then froze.
In his apartment, there was the delicious scent of Dokja's arousal. Joonghyuk's previous thoughts stopped as he walked towards the origin as if actually possessed.
He found where he'd thrown his coat haphazardly.
Inside, he found something that brought him to his knees.
"No. Why? When did I–?"
Joonghyuk stared at a pair of briefs in his hands with shaking eyes.
Despair swallowed him.
Dokja was dangerous for him to be near. It was clear.
He knew he wouldn't be able to leave.
Tears flooded his eyes, although he stayed silent.
In spite of all this, he still pressed the underwear to his nose and breathed in deeply.
It was shameful.
It was foolish.
Disgusting even.
All he could hope to do now was find a way to cope with these impulses and desires. Joonghyuk stood abruptly, walking over to his computer to place an order. It was the only way he could think to, maybe, hopefully, keep himself from doing anything worse. He was unsure if it would work, but maybe with this and stronger suppressants, he'd be able to push through.
.
.
.
Joonghyuk could barely breathe as he fucked himself roughly with the silicone phallus. He didn't know how much time had passed since he started. Everything blurred together from the moment his heat struck him suddenly half a day early. Despite taking more than the recommended amount of suppressants and having orgasmed over and over until he eventually fainted only to start all over again, nothing satisfied the burning need at his core.
He'd been forced to try and eat and drink even while his body screamed at him for more. But it wasn't enough. He sobbed as he cummed again, aching since he had nothing left to spill. It was like torture. His efforts were nothing in front of this growing need that refused to subside. He didn't know if it was a curse or a blessing that his phone had died before he could even consider calling his fated mate and begging for help.
His whole body shuddered, clenching around the toy he'd shoved inside. Joonghyuk buried his face into one of the many things he'd taken from Dokja. His laundry had been a good choice to steal. The scent was strong and clung to the fabric well, even with Joonghyuk's own scent heavy in the air.
Exhausted, he pulled out the dildo, tossing it to the side, curling up into a tight ball. It was useless, anyway. His body had been rejecting it all along. He'd known it was hopeless almost immediately but ignored the signs. Joonghyuk shook, slick dripping steadily down his thighs onto the mattress below him.
His gut clenched painfully and he winced. The room was too hot and too cold. He was sticky, and tired, and hungry.
"Dokja..." Joonghyuk breathed the name. It was all he could think of outside of his basic needs. The alpha consumed his every thought. "Dokja..."
He repeated it all over and over until he woke up to only an aching body and bloody sheets.
Joonghyuk rolled over onto his back and rubbed his face. A small chuckle escaped him as he rubbed his face.
He needed to come clean to Dokja. Tell him he thought they were probably fated mates.
Except... What if Dokja denied them being mates?
He sat up, tense.
What if he rejected Joonghyuk?
Mental images of Kim Dokja chatting with Yoo Sangah surfaced.
What if Dokja wanted someone else as his...?
No.
"No." Joonghyuk stood and stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling sick. The mere idea of his fated mate with another made him retch. Nothing came but bile out as he gagged over the toilet. Only after he was totally empty did he push himself back to his feet. He made eye contact with himself in the mirror as he washed his mouth out in the sick.
He wouldn't let that happen.
Dokja was his.
His fated mate.
His pair.
Rejection wasn't an option.
He wouldn't let it be.
He'd make sure of that.
.
.
.
The dinner party at Dokja's place was a happy coincidence. A gathering of friends to meet up after one of them had just gotten back from military service. Joonghyuk supposed he should thank Lee Hyunsung sometime in the future.
There were only three days left until his heat. He had no time to waste.
Patiently, he waited until Hyunsung left with another woman, an alpha he is pretty sure, who was a friend of Dokja's. It was fairly late in the evening. Joonghyuk poured Dokja another glass of beer while he was distracted by his phone.
Quietly, he mixed something else in with the drink. A lot of online research went into planning this concoction. The two grinded up pills wouldn't have any real negative effects, being nothing more than stimulants. However, multiple reports said that when mixed with alcohol they had a tendency to cause alphas to go into an intense mind-numbing rut at even the smallest provocation.
He pushed the cup towards Dokja, who looked up at Joonghyuk and smiled. Dokja drank the drink without a second thought. He rambled about the novel he was reading while he nursed the beer.
In the meantime, Joonghyuk set the stage. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt down to the third button, revealing part of his chest. It was delightful to see the gradual effect.
Dokja's gaze lingering on Joonghyuk's clean, unmarked throat and chest. A short, shuddering breath. How Dokja shifted as if slightly uncomfortable where he was sitting. A spike in Dokja's scent that Joonghyuk recognized as arousal.
"What are you doing?"
Joonghyuk shrugged, feigning slight drunkenness. "It's too warm."
"... Oh."
He stretched slightly and released some of his own scent. Dokja swallowed, then cleared his throat, returning to his ramble. Joonghyuk leaned forward some, causing the scent to properly wash over Dokja, who visibly shivered. The alpha's eyes dilated, and Dokja shot to his feet. He stumbled and wobbled, having stood too fast. Dokja gritted his teeth, then squeezed his eyes shut and robotically turned away.
Joonghyuk appreciated, somewhat, the resistance to give in to their base instincts. He had as well, but wasn't going to let Dokja go so easily. He couldn't. Not when he was so close to everything he wanted and needed.
Joonghyuk stood as well, rushing over to Dokja's side. He helped Dokja balance himself, standing between him and the bathroom. "Are you okay?"
Dokja grumbled something, then spoke in a strained voice. "You should stay back. I–"
"As if." Joonghyuk scoffed. He wouldn't give up so easily. Carefully, he cornered Dokja, directing them both until they were closer to the bed. "Dokja, what is wrong?"
In that moment, he faked a stumble as if he'd tripped due to drinking.
He pulled Dokja down with him, turning mid-fall so he'd be flat on his back on the mattress, Dokja between his legs above him. Joonghyuk made sure to squirm slightly, just enough to grind up against Dokja's groin. The feeling made Joonghyuk whimper, surprising them both. Dokja stared at Joonghyuk ravenously, looking him up and down.
"Kim Dokja?" He asked in a soft, simpering way that he'd heard other omegas use when acting pathetic. He lightly pushed Dokja back.
As if he could see the thread of Dokja's resolve snap, the Alpha's expression changed. Dokja grasped Joonghyuk's wrists and pinned them above his head, kissing him violently.
Joonghyuk put up a mock fight, squirming, biting, and whimpering under the other. He could feel his alpha becoming more and more riled up.
He wanted Dokja to take him with the same force and passion Joonghyuk felt.
Needed to be claimed and possessed by the other.
Dokja lost total control over his scent at last, drowning Joonghyuk in the smell of the alpha’s arousal.
Joonghyuk gasped, dizzied by the feeling. There was no need to act now, not when Joonghyuk was totally drunk on the scent that Dokja gave off, hardly able to move under the weight.
He was brought back to reality by the feeling of Dokja's tongue on his skin and his hand on Joonghyuk's bare thigh. He shook, noticing his shirt was torn from being ripped open. Dokja kissed his way down until his wet mouth wrapped around Joonghyuk dripping length.
He sucked on the glands, causing Joonghyuk to cry out and grip the bed sheets. Dokja continued, kissing down the underside of Joonghyuk's cock. He tongued Joonghyuk balls gently, then lapped at Joonghyuk's dripping cunt.
Joonghyuk sobbed at the sensitivity, both thrusting up into it and trying to push away.
Dokja pulled him back, licking up the slick between his thighs and making Joonghyuk's body shake.
The pleasure was so intense that it was painful. Still, it wasn't what Joonghyuk craved. Dokja didn't stop, even after Joonghyuk was sobbing and pulling his hair, not until Joonghyuk's entire body stiffened from an orgasm.
The alpha cleaned Joonghyuk mess up with his tongue, not leaving a drop of cum on Joonghyuk's stomach. All the while, he unbuttoned and pulled off his own pants and underwear.
Throwing Joonghyuk legs over his shoulder, he pushed inside the omega. Joonghyuk's eyes went wide as his mind buzzed strangely. A feeling of completeness and fulfillment mixed with an unsettled feeling of fear and anxiety.
Joonghyuk met Dokja's lust filled, starved gaze and shuddered. It was the expression of someone who wanted to do nothing but bite down and never let go yet it eased Joonghyuk and allowed him to relax.
He whimper as Dokja slowly pulled back out to just the tip, then gasped when he snapped his hips forward.
It set a bruising pace.
The stimulation had Joonghyuk clawing at Dokja, both to drag the alpha closer and push him away. The scent of Dokja's rut was like a rising riptide. Growing further up the shore while dragging Joonghyuk out to sea.
Joonghyuk bared his neck, and Dokja didn't hesitate to press in close to suck dark marks onto the omega's skin.
"D–Dokja, don–" He pretended to protest.
The alpha paid him no mind, teasingly dragging his teeth along Joonghyuk's scent glands.
A familiar feeling curled in Joonghyuk gut, a certain ache teasing at the fringes of his mind.
Dokja continued, abusing Joonghyuk's wet pussy with his cock. The omega sobbed, overwhelmed from the painful pleasure as he was forcibly taken.
Weakly, he tried to push Dokja back, "Please, we can't! I– I might–"
Dokja growled, ripping Joonghyuk's hand off his chest and pinning it to the mattress.
He wrapped his fingers around the omega's throat, holding him in place below Dokja.
Inside, Joonghyuk felt like purring in delight, knowing Dokja wanted him this badly.
Needed him so much to no longer care about permission.
He moaned and faked shame at his own wonton body arching into Dokja's.
Joonghyuk felt it the moment Dokja's knot began to form, and, instead of slowing down, Dokja became more relentless.
Joonghyuk body clenched, desperately wanting to lock about its partner and hold Dokja inside, but Dokja didn't stop, pounding Joonghyuk without remorse. That familiar ache inside Joonghyuk exploded into a sweet heat that spread across his body.
"Dokja!" He gasped, body shaking as he dug his nails into Joonghyuk's shoulders. "Oh! Yes! Ah!"
His cunt made loud noise as it rushed to make more slick.
"Please! Pleasepleaseplease– Fuck me! Alpha! Yes! Inside– put it inside! I want–” Joonghyuk twisted to make his scent gland even easier to access. "I want it! I want to be claimed! Inside and out–"
Dokja pressed his lips to the offered gland, sucking roughly on the skin.
"Put a baby in me, Alpha!"
As those words tumbled out of Joonghyuk's mouth, Dokja grabbed him roughly by the hair to press him close to his own scent gland.
The knot fully swelled inside Joonghyuk as Dokja clamped down, marking the omega in a bloody mess. Joonghyuk tightened his free arm around Dokja's shoulder, biting down as he'd been silently instructed, returning the mark with one of his own. He tightened and clenched around the knot, finally locking his mate inside.
Both trembled as their bodies adapted. The mark searing and rewiring their physiology, branding the other with their scent and claim. Dokja recovered first, releasing Joonghyuk from his jaws and carefully licking the quickly scabbing bite clean.
Despite the knot trapping Dokja inside, his hips continued to rock against Joonghyuk. He stirred up Joonghyuk's insides, getting the omega to sob and moan under him, no longer able to keep still.
Dokja groaned lowly, tugging at Joonghyuk, unable to remain patient.
Their scents mingled in the air around them like a thick fog. The heat and rut mixing to create its own unique perfume.
Joonghyuk cried out when Dokja finally yanked free of his cunt only to shove the knot back in.
His body fluttered helplessly around the cock.
Cum and slick dribbled out of Joonghyuk in thick globs, pooling under him and staining the sheets. Dokja didn't let up at all, resuming where he left off, fucking up into Joonghyuk.
All Joonghyuk could do was lie under his alpha and claim the other with his nails and teeth as his womb was filled with seed.
Their bodies fit and worked together as if made for one another.
Mind numbing pleasure filled Joonghyuk. "A–Alpha..." He breathed.
This was what he'd needed. It was so clear now. No wonder he'd been unsatisfied.
Heavy weight bore down on Joonghyuk, holding him in place.
"My Alpha..." Joonghyuk purred, pressing kisses along Dokja's throat.
Dokja reciprocated with a small nip to Joonghyuk ear, "Joonghyuk." He moaned quietly, seeming just as out of his mind as Joonghyuk, "My Joonghyuk. Mine."
They kissed, tongues and teeth clashing. Dokja's lip bled from Joonghyuk's possessive mouth, intent on marking everywhere.
Dokja pulled back entirely, slipping out. Joonghyuk frowned and glared in protest.
He yelped as Dokja flipped him onto his stomach. Complaints forgotten as he was mounted and he felt Dokja's hot breath on his nape.
"O–Oh–!"
Dokja's cock was quickly shoved back inside while he caressed his omega's body.
Hours of sex turned to days. Neither was able to resist the other. Dokja filled Joonghyuk over and over until even when they were totally locked together Joonghyuk was still overflowing with cum, and his stomach bulged.
Both of their necks were bruised dark with hickeys and possessive teeth marks, and their lips were lovingly bitten raw.
On the third day, as their respective conditions faded, it was time for the final act.
Joonghyuk was still in his afterglow when Dokja came back to himself.
"Oh."
Joonghyuk glanced over with half lidded eyes when he heard Dokja's shaken voice.
Dokja had his mouth covered and was staring straight ahead with an expression of horror. He glanced at Joonghyuk, and tears seemed to threaten to spill, "J–Joonghyuk I..."
Joonghyuk turned away intentfully with gritted teeth. He heard Dokja speak, rambling apologies but continued his act.
"... responsibility..." He mumbled
"What?"
"Take responsibility."
Those words struck like lightning between them both.
"Of course I will!"
"Do you even–" Joonghyuk began, turning to face Dokja with false anger. His fear of rejection, thankfully, filled his scent with enough anxiety to make him appear genuinely distressed. "Do you understand the extent– You–! I went into heat!"
Dokja was silent, eyes wide.
"And you– We– How could you–"
"Joonghyuk..."
Joonghyuk glared at Dokja, eyes rimmed red. "Don't you dare try to run from what you did."
"I won't! I'll go straight to the police and–"
Panic coursed through Joonghyuk's veins. "And abandon me to take care of a baby? Our baby?" His voice shook as he continued, "After you marked me like this so I'll never be able to go to anyone else?"
The alpha snapped his mouth shut.
"Don't you dare... don't even think about doing that."
"Okay." Dokja spoke softly, slowly inching closer. "I'm not going to leave..." He carefully wrapped his arms around Joonghyuk, instinctively kissing the bruised scent gland to comfort the mate he'd bonded himself to. "I promise I'll stay. I'm sorry."
Joonghyuk huffed, collapsing into the embrace. He closed his eyes, pleased.
Finally, Dokja was truly his.