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In the silence of the Industrial Complex, there was a quiet rhythmic ticking as Yoo Joonghyuk swept into his room, eerily calm despite the revelation forced upon him just that afternoon.
While his room was private territory, everything about it seemed ordinary, as if no one lived in it, only the barest scent of smoked paper lingering. Now, it was locked shut as he aggressively scented his room, shrugging his coat off and tossing it to his bed.
He’d known for a long time that there was something strange with Kim Dokja’s Precognition with how different it was from Croft’s, even if he didn’t know the specifics. For Asmodeus to be the one to reveal it to him caused a terror to seize in his heart and he’d barely heard his enemy out before departing to the Complex.
The issue wasn’t that there was a story on his life and regressions. The issue wasn’t that Kim Dokja read that story; if anything, that fact pleased him greatly,
The issue was that those facts were being leaked into the public. Asmodeus already knew – was the one to tell Yoo Joonghyuk in the first place in an attempt to get closer to Kim Dokja and perhaps even sway Yoo Joonghyuk away from his companion.
A ridiculous notion to even think about, as if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't a territorial Alpha, but Asmodeus while was never the smartest of his enemies, he was still dangerous. As if Kim Dokja ascending as a Constellation wasn’t enough to catch Asmodeus’ attention, as if baiting him into giving assistance during the Demon King Selection didn’t bring him into the fold of Asmodeus’ grudges—
Yoo Joonghyuk shuddered at the thought.
Asmodeus was an issue enough alone without all the changes in the current regression, and the Seekers of the End also knew; far too many unknown variables knew, and now in the wake of Kim Dokja’s “prophetic” ability being revealed, as limited as that leak was at the moment, it was painting Kim Dokja to be a larger target.
In the same vein as his Regressor attribute inevitably leaking into the world at large, all information would leak out sooner or later.
It didn’t matter that there was a novel about his story. It didn’t matter that Kim Dokja had read it – what mattered was that he was the only one to read it.
What mattered was that if any more of that story leaked out, if people realized Kim Dokja’s significance, they would try and take him away.
Kim Dokja was Yoo Joonghyuk’s companion; it was his responsibility to protect the man from danger even before he knew of their existence. It was his responsibility to ensure that Kim Dokja stayed by his side. He was Kim Dokja’s protagonist, the center of his world.
Yoo Joonghyuk knew of one foolproof way to ensure Kim Dokja stayed as the center of his.
To protect Kim Dokja from all the Constellations and other Alphas unworthy of his attention, to protect him from those trying to use his knowledge for their own wants, to protect him from being taken—
To ensure Kim Dokja made it to the end with them, Yoo Joonghyuk would claim him as his Omega.
In the silence of his room, the pocket watch ticked.
There was only one inconvenience: Kim Dokja was an Alpha.
Initially it had been a surprise to Yoo Joonghyuk, the way he could easily hold the other man up over the bridge back in the First Scenario, with little muscle and a scrawny build. The more pieces he uncovered about Kim Dokja - miniscule as they were - the more it made sense. To survive the childhood he’d had would require a tenacity some Alphas could only wish to have.
But that was where it ended. Nothing else about Kim Dokja fit the standards for Alphas, conventional or otherwise. His blasé attitude was more akin to Betas, and the protective streak for those in his party befit more of an Omega.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't have cared less about designations in the Scenarios, and only catalogued that knowledge about Kim Dokja precisely because it was about Kim Dokja.
Now, though, that information was valuable. Anything he'd learned about Kim Dokja was important now to ensure his safety, because only someone who intimately knew Kim Dokja in and out could protect him from the things to come.
It seemed that the nebula agreed, even if they weren't completely aware of their changed circumstances. Most of them had seen Yoo Joonghyuk after he returned from meeting with the Seekers of the End, had enough experience together for three years to understand the dark look clouding his expression before he had locked himself in his room to plan.
Their whole nebula had been in favour of locking Kim Dokja up anyway; perhaps this moment was the final tipping point for the rest of them as well. When he'd appeared the following morning, the nebula had taken one look at Yoo Joonghyuk’s dark expression and knew to stay away from the impeding storm, with some only saying a few things before scattering to their own duties, all the while ensuring Kim Dokja stayed within the premises of the Industrial Complex.
Jung Heewon had come up to him with a threat. “Do not fuck this up.”
Han Sooyoung didn’t do or say anything aside from pointing two fingers at herself before pointing it at him with a glare in her eyes before she stalked off, yelling at Kim Dokja for trying to leave to do a sub-scenario without a word.
Yoo Joonghyuk arrived at his side instantly like a wraith, anger and concern and territorial rage radiating from his body and Kim Dokja actually looked a little concerned, but just a little; not enough concern for his own safety, and that made Yoo Joonghyuk’s scent release just a little from its tight control.
All the more reason to leave his safety with the Alpha they could all trust.
“Kim Dokja. Come with me.”
Kim Dokja frowned, standing his ground. “I was going to do a sub-scenario, you know what it gives—"
Yoo Joonghyuk gripped his wrist hard, enough to leave imprints on his skin. Kim Dokja barely batted an eye though he looked briefly disgruntled.
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, voice dripping with something even he himself couldn’t properly identify. “You are not a prophet.”
That made him pause, growing paler than he already was and he tried to jerk his wrist back.
Satisfied with finally getting a reaction and that Kim Dokja was acknowledging the situation, Yoo Joonghyuk continued. “Your novel. They know.”
Kim Dokja swallowed; Yoo Joonghyuk was watching his face, saw his Adam’s Apple go with the movement, and wondered what it would look like marked.
“Listen, I can explain the book—"
“I don’t care about the book, or that you read about me.”
Kim Dokja went quiet, jaw slack, and Yoo Joonghyuk swept him into his arms, nose pressing insistently against his neck while Kim Dokja was trapped in his shock.
“Yoo Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja screeched, trying to pull away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s tight grip. “What are you doing! You’re not going to kill me because of—”
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted, tightening his grip on the legs trying to kick him, swiftly overpowering the man who had gone missing for three years and returned as if no time had passed at all, “be quiet. I am not going to kill you.”
Aside from the rustle of clothes, there was silence for a few moments before Kim Dokja huffed, letting Yoo Joonghyuk manhandle him into a more comfortable position. Kim Dokja’s Alpha wasn’t even seriously fighting back as he slumped against Yoo Joonghyuk’s hold like a child. It was absurd how Kim Dokja seemed to leave his guard down around another Alpha, much less Yoo Joonghyuk.
Something like adrenaline surged beneath his skin at the knowledge that Kim Dokja's trust in him was enough that he was willingly relaxing into the hold of another Alpha.
The moment didn't last long as Yoo Joonghyuk’s room was close, and when Kim Dokja recognized the path they were taking and the scent that had aggressively permeated the door, he began squirming and pushing, little aggressive moments that felt more aligned to an Alpha’s natural instinct rather than Kim Dokja himself doing so.
When they entered the threshold of his room that was when Kim Dokja seemed to jolt out of whatever trance he was in, radiating a nervous energy. It was best to quell any attempts at fighting back now and establish dominance before Kim Dokja realized what was going on proper; in response, Yoo Joonghyuk dropped Kim Dokja on his bed.
Blankets and pillows bracketed every part of his body, immediately enveloped by the scent of another Alpha and Kim Dokja made a noise of indignation as he bounced off the mattress, scrambling to sit upright with his arms spread out in front of him. When he spoke, there was a miniscule stutter in his voice, only identifiable by those that had the privilege of knowing and observing Kim Dokja long enough. “W-wait, Yoo Joonghyuk – what are you –“
“What does it look like, Kim Dokja.”
Kim Dokja flushed scarlet and Yoo Joonghyuk memorized that expression to heart. “I thought you didn’t like men – we’re both Alphas!”
Yoo Joonghyuk resisted the urge to respond to that by pushing Kim Dokja down and claiming him as is for even daring to go against what he wanted, yearned for after three years.
Externally, he quirked a brow, unimpressed. He took a step forward, breathing in the scent that had begun to protectively envelop Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk growled as he stepped through the increasingly thickening scent and let his own combat it.
Alpha-Alpha relationships weren’t unheard of, but in the wake of the scenarios, an equal relationship of that designation became rare, with most Alphas that leaned on the unconventional side of the spectrum dying early on or were being degraded into nothing more than tools.
Yoo Joonghyuk had seen plenty of coin farms, groups, and alliances fully embrace the act of “bitching” an Alpha numerous times in his two previous lives, proudly showing off the new Omega to Incarnations and Constellations alike – whatever it took to reach the top.
If that happened to Kim Dokja - if someone took him and claimed him -
Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't let it happen. Couldn't; refused to even entertain the possibility of the thought.
Even moreso a reason to claim Kim Dokja for himself to keep him safe, because only Yoo Joonghyuk was capable of it.
And if Kim Dokja was a Prophet like he had said he was, if he truly read Yoo Joonghyuk’s story, then he’d understand Yoo Joonghyuk’s decision.
Perhaps in a different regression, in another life, Yoo Joonghyuk would’ve been content with an Alpha-Alpha relationship with Kim Dokja. But this was the regression he chose to stay in, one where Kim Dokja was an Alpha that was also the exact type of Alpha that suffered the most in the apocalypse, where his greatest secret had been leaked and if he wasn’t already a target to conquer before, he certainly was now.
The reminder of the threat to Kim Dokja made Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression darken further as he stared down his companion. He looked natural being in Yoo Joonghyuk’s nest and it made the desire to claim him grow even more, to ensure he stayed there, wrapped in Yoo Joonghyuk’s protective scent.
There would be those that would’ve thought of it as revenge for all Kim Dokja had done in the early scenarios. Some would’ve thought that Yoo Joonghyuk would be like those other Alphas claiming someone to stake his absolute control.
But to Yoo Joonghyuk, the thought of bitching Kim Dokja felt like bringing life back to its natural order.
He didn’t have the words for it – he rarely did, to describe anything – but there had been ache long ago when he’d realized Kim Dokja’s designation, remembered the way he bared his teeth and growled. It felt like a reaction to another Alpha treading his territory, taking away his pack from previous rounds and destroying everything he knew and fought for.
But now, with the idea of claiming Kim Dokja as his in the most effective way he could, perhaps his reaction was because Kim Dokja never should have been an Alpha at all.
Yoo Joonghyuk lunged at the bed, planting his arms to either side of Kim Dokja as he regressor shifted his legs to pin Kim Dokja down, trapping him beneath the regressor’s solid chest. For his part, Kim Dokja’s eyes went wide as he stilled, as if playing dead would save him from his fate.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t resist a low growl as he leaned his face closer, focusing to see Kim Dokja’s features. Despite the blurriness, he could make out a hint of uncertainty, staring him down in what was almost abject blankness.
That wouldn’t do.
Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his nose against Kim Dokja’s neck, lips grazing dangerously close to where his scent glands would be exposed if he were an Omega. He heard Kim Dokja’s breath hitch as Yoo Joonghyuk practically breathed on his neck, highly aware of how close Yoo Joonghyuk’s teeth were to his nape, of how Yoo Joonghyuk’s legs kept his own spread apart.
Kim Dokja succumbed to his body's natural reaction and tried to pull away, inadvertently exposing his neck to Yoo Joonghyuk as the scent of wax and cedarwood lashed out.
Yoo Joonghyuk snarled; scent of smoked paper and drying ink permeated the room and drowned out the scent of wax and cedarwood trying to dominate the room. Kim Dokja gasped as the scent hit him instantly with its source pressed right at his neck and he jerked, having realized that attempted indifference wouldn't save him.
A lithe hand gripped his wrist, the strength behind it questionable as Yoo Joonghyuk pulled his arm and found resistance that didn't befit the strength he knew his companion had.
Frustration bubbled beneath his skin as he pulled back, giving Kim Dokja space to breathe while keeping eye contact. Yoo Joonghyuk's free hand gripped Kim Dokja's waist, pinning him down; he would give the reader space, but that was all the mercy he had left.
In response, he could feel the minute shaking from Kim Dokja's hand, the shallowness of the breathes he was taking. If he looked closely, he could see more of Kim Dokja’s clearer, like he had begun wiping down a foggy mirror.
He leaned in and whispered, “Do you trust me, Kim Dokja?”
The hand gripping his wrist stilled. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his gaze even with the man beneath him as he leaned in closer every second there was a lack of response or action. Within several more seconds, their faces were close enough that they could feel each other’s breaths, their scents mingling.
Kim Dokja’s scent assaulted his senses, not unwelcome, and Yoo Joonghyuk claimed the opportunity by pressing his lips against Kim Dokja’s, licking and nibbling at his lip before melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering as Yoo Joonghyuk took the opportunity to deepen it, tongue pressing into the warm cavern.
The way Kim Dokja barely resisted as another Alpha began to dominate him made something in Yoo Joonghyuk snap, pressing closer to the reader, trying to engulf him in Yoo Joonghyuk’s own scent and press and claim. Perhaps Kim Dokja’s protest at Alpha’s sharing a bed were a token attempt only and was simply trying to save face, judging from his reaction to eagerly submitting to a more dominating Alpha.
Or perhaps further proof Kim Dokja was never meant to be one, and only became one after reading Yoo Joonghyuk’s story.
If that was the case, it was his responsibility to fix.
His pants felt impossibly tight as he pulled Kim Dokja up and leaned in to kiss him again, stealing his breath until Kim Dokja's hands were halfheartedly pushing at his chest, begging for air.
Pleased with the other Alpha's submission, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away, licking his lips while Kim Dokja collapsed onto the bed, face flushed and lips puffy and moist. Unable to resist, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned in to claim his lips again, only getting a few more moments with that delectable taste before Kim Dokja pushed him away proper.
With Kim Dokja’s Alpha still fighting back, even if it was a moot effort, he needed to double down on his dominance so he reached up and practically ripped Kim Dokja’s shirt off, pupils dilating at the newly exposed expanse of skin for him to map and conquer. He reached for a pink nipple and fondled it between two fingers when Kim Dokja’s cries of indignation and smacks on his arm finally distracted him enough to tear his attention away with a growl.
Kim Dokja met his growl with one of his own, trying to jump at Yoo Joonghyuk, though he fumbled with his senses being constantly assaulted by the dominating Alpha resulting in his hands clutching at Yoo Joonghyuk’s coat and trying to pull it off him before both wrists were caught into one large hand, Yoo Joonghyuk looming over him.
Yoo Joonghyuk pinned him down with his other hand digging threateningly at his waist, fingers hooked into the band of his pants. “You’ve done enough, Kim Dokja.”
Kim Dokja had taken what he wanted multiple times without regret, but perhaps the fool had never noticed he'd taken Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart in the process.
He could keep it, so long Yoo Joonghyuk took him in return.
In a smooth fluid movement Yoo Joonghyuk pulled off Kim Dokja’s pants and underwear, leaving him completely exposed while pinned down by the fully clothed Alpha in his room.
Kim Dokja shivered in his grasp and unsuccessfully attempted to close his legs, being stopped by Yoo Joonghyuk’s leg pressed between them. He hissed, bucking against him and Yoo Joonghyuk dug his knee against the exposed length, feeling how it was starting to get hard even against his clothes.
Fuck. He needed to hurry before he lost more control and before Kim Dokja could get any more ideas of fighting back.
“Behave,” Yoo Joonghyuk warned, pinning his body down again and squeezing the thin wrists in his grip before he released them.
Kim Dokja responded by surging upright and attempting to lunge at Yoo Joonghyuk, resulting in a one-sided fight that left Yoo Joonghyuk pinning Kim Dokja down with his body, face-to-face with heaving breaths.
Despite being an Alpha, Kim Dokja was pathetically easily subdued by him, and half of him was enraged at the attempted rebellion and the other half desperate to lay his claim then and there without preparation, both halves combined in the need to suppress the other Alpha.
With his free hand, Yoo Joonghyuk gripped Kim Dokja’s chin and forced eye contact, faces close enough that Yoo Joonghyuk could feel each of the other man’s inhales and exhales. “If you’re so insistent on misbehaving, then you’ll be punished.”
He made a show of digging through his coat, showing off a small bottle filled with clear liquid and leaving that within reach. Kim Dokja's growled in his grip but his eyes were focused on the bottle before Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out a long strip of cloth from his coat and Yoo Joonghyuk watched in satisfaction as Kim Dokja’s eyes widened in realization at what he was holding.
Kim Dokja thrashed in his hold, almost throwing them off the bed but he was pinned down by Yoo Joonghyuk, stronger, more trained and experienced, and he had spent enough time surrounded by another dominating Alpha's scent that his senses were sluggish and were struggling to put up a good fight. Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock twitched in his pants as he bound Kim Dokja's hands in the delicate-looking silk, heaving him up towards the headrest, hair spilling on the pillows like a princess.
After tying the knot, Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes darkened in want and he took several steps back, stroking himself through cloth while watching as his prey tired itself out.
Kim Dokja’s strength didn’t matter if the thing restraining him would take any resistance against it and used it to ehance itself, after all.
Despite knowing what it was, Kim Dokja’s instincts prevailed and he thrashed in his restraints; the more he pulled and clawed to be freed the more the cloth absorbed from those attempts to learn from and soon the cloth had the durability and rigidness of chains equal to Kim Dokja’s own strength, leaving the struggling man to collapse on the bed having accomplished nothing but tiring himself out, eyes fluttering.
The whole while Yoo Joonghyuk had been coating his fingers with oil, having paid close attention to his flailing legs to catch a glimpse of that hole while Kim Dokja was struggling. It looked as if the man had briefly forgotten he was there in his struggle, legs spread out in exhaustion and hole in view, all for him.
A prt of him surged with annoyance at the idea of Kim Dokja forgetting Yoo Joonghyuk. He was by the man's side in an instant, knees on the bed to keep Kim Dokja's legs out and he spread them even further, rubbing his oil-slicked hand against the rim of that tight entrance.
Kim Dokja gasped at the sensation, eyes wide as he met Yoo Joonghyuk’s stare. “When did you—”
He cut himself off with a moan as Yoo Joonghyuk patiently massaged his rim, pulling and stretching his outer skin and letting it acclimate to his ministrations. It looked tight, untouched; even his pinky wouldn't fit.
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed. “Are you a virgin, Kim Dokja?”
Kim Dokja answered him with groan as he spread the muscles around his hole out wide with the thumb and index finger of both hands, the hole pink and shy and his to defile.
“J-Joonghyu –“ Kim Dokja whimpered, voice breaking as Yoo Joonghyuk pressed a lubed finger against his entrance, pushing against the tight rim of muscle. He retreated slightly and pushed again, watching the hole strain and wink against the pressure. Kim Dokja practically jumped when he pressed it in proper, gently scraping the rough pad of his finger against the soft, velvet walls.
Yoo Joonghyuk kept his eyes locked on Kim Dokja’s face as he pushed in deeper and more experimentally, memorizing every twitch and expression. Kim Dokja’s thighs flexed with each movement and he thoughtfully stretched further near the rim, enjoying the ragged groan. He pulled out, already missing the tight and warmth that surrounded his finger and let his thoughts wonder on how good it would feel around his length.
As he pressed two fingers to Kim Dokja's entrance, Kim Dokja whined and Yoo Joonghyuk was torn between wanting to shut him up by claiming Kim Dokja’s lips and swallowing any noise he tried to make or letting him keep making those delicious noises. It didn’t really matter; they belonged only to Yoo Joonghyuk all the same.
He scissored his fingers reverently, gently scraping those inner walls when Kim Dokja behaved and pressing more aggressively when he didn’t. When the man beneath him squirmed, either from impatience or his Alpha sluggishly realizing it was being dominated, he folded Kim Dokja nearly in half, legs hanging uselessly over Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders as he pushed a third finger in without warning and Kim Dokja groaned, tightening around his fingers. If it was an attempt to keep Yoo Joonghyuk out, it only made his fingers go in deeper, prodding at places previously untouched especially with his hips and legs in the air. He pressed his face to Kim Dokja’s neck once again and he was sure that the submissive Alpha could feel the smile pressed against his neck, thrilled at his established dominance.
He experimentally stretched Kim Dokja out, mentally tracking his reaction to certain spots and where each finger could reach. Occasionally he’d stretch all three fingers out, giving it the same amount of focus and commitment as he would in breaking through scenarios, looking for a way to break through what seemed to be impossible.
And Yoo Joonghyuk knew he’d found it when Kim Dokja’s body jumped, trying to pull away from his thrusts while clenching around him at the same time. Yoo Joonghyuk smiled, genuine, as he brushed against that spot again and again with different fingers each time until Kim Dokja made a strangled sound, almost sobbing, halfway between pleasure and agony. Yoo Joonghyuk shushed him gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he stretched the tight walls.
“I’ll fix it,” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured, pushing a finger against his prostrate in a nonsense rhythm and keeping Kim Dokja’s body tense and guessing, “I’ll make you better, I promise.”
He wrapped his free hand around the base of Kim Dokja’s cock, the knot uselessly thick and warm while his three fingers pressed Kim Dokja’s prostrate all at the same time. Yoo Joonghyuk watched in quiet fascination as Kim Dokja arched from the bed, feet kicking loosely in the air while he was helplessly pinned down by fingers in his hole and a dominating Alpha holding his cock and prevented him from releasing.
“Please, please—“ Kim Dokja babbled as Yoo Joonghyuk kept his fingers pressed against that bundle of nerves, legs spreading wider as he tried to rut into Yoo Joonghyuk’s tight grip but couldn’t find momentum with his hips in the air. “L-let me come, Alpha, please –“
Yoo Joonghyuk surged in for a kiss, twining his tongue with Kim Dokja’s as he threateningly tightened his grip on the knot. His own cock was impossibly hard in his pants as he swallowed down any more noises Kim Dokja tried to make, only managing low moans as Yoo Joonghyuk rutted his clothed crotch against Kim Dokja’s exposed length.
Feeling the legs on his shoulders shaking with exertion, he maneuvered them to fall after kissing Kim Dokja senseless, dragging his hand up and down the inner side of Kim Dokja's thigh, squeezing whenever it got close to his crotch and feeling the muscle flex and spasm delightfully under his grip. He massaged the quivering thighs, giving his legs respite while he hovered over Kim Dokja, running his nose down from his neck down to the clavicle, licking and sucking love marks onto every patch of skin he wandered onto. His hands gripped the underside of Kim Dokja’s knees as he turned his attention to dusky pink nipples, licking gently and releasing his scent as it rose to hardness.
Yoo Joonghyuk turned his attention to Kim Dokja’s thighs, marking them with the same fervor as he did with his chest. Kim Dokja’s breathing turned haggard when Yoo Joonghyuk swiftly undressed, grinding his hard cock against every exposed part of Kim Dokja’s body – his cock, his belly, his face, showing his size to his future mate. Kim Dokja seemed dazed, mouth slightly ajar, tongue peeking out when he caught glimpse of the Alpha’s cock.
Though he’d stroked himself earlier, he was still too dry, so Yoo Joonghyuk briefly untied one of Kim Dokja’s hands to slather it in oil, taking and guiding it to wrap around Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock to coax him into giving it a few pumps and was filled with a surging excitement beneath his skin as Kim Dokja obliged, stroking his future Alpha’s cock and Yoo Joonghyuk he felt himself grow even harder at how wonderful Kim Dokja was.
When it was sufficiently slicked in oil, he kissed Kim Dokja again as he rebound the hand before pressing the tip of his length against Kim Dokja’s hole, rutting against it and letting Kim Dokja feel its size before it went in, if the man was even coherent enough to realize it. And from the way the legs that had lazily curled around Yoo Joonghyuk tensed up, he did realize.
Without warning Yoo Joonghyuk pushed in, unable to resist groaning at how tight Kim Dokja was despite his thorough preparations. It clenched tight against him, trying to stop him from going deeper and Yoo Joonhyuk rolled his hips, grinding into the hole, before he pulled out and pushed in again and again, accompanied by Kim Dokja’s moans and whines with every inch he managed to push in until he felt himself force a path through the tight walls and he bottomed out, the entirety of his length pressed inside Kim Dokja.
Kim Dokja was shaking, hands still uselessly trying to pull away from its binds and legs kicking at the mattress while Yoo Joonghyuk warmed his cock with those velvet soft walls, lightly rolling his hips while suckling at Kim Dokja’s chest and neck while he let the man adjust to his size.
He wasn’t sure when – time didn’t matter when he had finally sheathed himself in the man – but eventually Kim Dokja was rutting against him, muttering deliriously. “Joonghyuk, ‘hyuk, Alpha –“
He wrapped his arms around Kim Dokja’s head, pressing their faces close to each other. Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his lips to an ear, watching how his hot breath caused gooseflesh to appear. “This is what you were made for,” he said.
Yoo Joonghyuk slammed his hips against Kim Dokja’s ass, punching out a choked moan from Kim Dokja as he thrusted wildly into his body, driving his cock in back and forth, scraping the sensitive walls with his size and he made sure Kim Dokja felt every inch of his cock every time, from the tip all the way to the base of his length which was becoming hotter and larger with every thrust.
He grinded against Kim Dokja’s hips, lips ghosting against Kim Dokja’s nape, nipping at the skin before while thrusting his hips hard, pulling away and returning flush with one another. Kim Dokja was incoherent, words slurring together or cutting off with a lovely sound as Yoo Joonghyuk molded his insides. The thick base of his length was refusing to be ignored and with a growl, with a few more deep rolling thrusts, he buried his knot within Kim Dokja's warm walls, relishing the moans and the sudden tightness as he licked and marked Kim Dokja's throat.
Yoo Joonghyuk rocked his hips a few more times, fully intent on driving Kim Dokja's mind and body to the brink as the knot stretched his insides and the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock pressed against his prostrate like he was made for him. He felt Kim Dokja shudder beneath him and he used a hand to grab the base of Kim Dokja’s cock, preventing him from coming, teasing the knot that had no place to be there. When Yoo Joonghyuk felt his release coming, he pressed delicate kisses across Kim Dokja’s face and neck before he sank his teeth down Kim Dokja's nape, relishing the scream as Kim Dokja’s body realized he was being claimed, dick pressed hard against the prostrate as Yoo Joonghyuk came, ensuring every drop of his cum was locked deep inside Kim Dokja’s body – his mate.
Kim Dokja jerked, legs pulling and kicking and Yoo Joonghyuk moved his lower body until he maneuvered Kim Dokja’s legs in the air, relishing his companion’s cries as he grinded further into his hole, thighs nearly pressed against his chest into a mating press all the while Yoo Joonghyuk’s knot was still heavy and full inside Kim Dokja as he collapsed onto his companion. He felt Kim Dokja clench hard at the new position, at how deep inside his Alpha was, and Yoo Joonghyuk lunged for his lips again, swallowing down Kim Dokja’s whines and moans while he mapped out Kim Dokja's mouth, licking with every noise. Feeling his companion's pulsing length, he lightly squeezed the base again to feel Kim Dokja's tighten even further around his knot, giving it a few strokes to hear him sing before Yoo Joonghyuk let go, thrilled with how Kim Dokja's face looked covered in sweat in the afterglow of his release.
Though it was useless Alpha cum at the moment, it still belonged to Kim Dokja, so Yoo Joonghyuk took advantage of what remained and played with the cum on his tip and he felt his companion’s walls clamp hard against his length from oversensitivity, causing a moan to escape from Yoo Joonghyuk’s throat as he pulled out his length as far as he could go with the knot still heavy, pulling at Kim Dokja’s rim and he thrust in again, punching out a long breathy moan from Kim Dokja.
Yoo Joonghyuk could see evidence of his seed staining Kim Dokja’s rim as he rocked back and forth, the rim clenching hard and he knew Kim Dokja could undoubtedly feel that Yoo Joonghyuk was still hard deep inside him despite all the cum he’d just released. Wrapping a hand around Kim Dokja's neck, Yoo Joonghyuk squeezed lightly as he rolled his hips, leaning in close to an ear. “Take responsibility,” he murmured.
“Ah-hng..? Hn-nnnhgah!”
Pulling back, Yoo Joonghyuk pushed himself up and thrust in hard, relishing the drawn-out sounds from Kim Dokja. The man’s face, always so frustratingly blurry, had never been clearer – and all it took to take his walls down was to fuck him stupid.
An act Yoo Joonghyuk would gladly perform.
Using a hand to palm at Kim Dokja’s stomach, feeling his length whenever it speared his companion at his core, Yoo Joonghyuk claimed Kim Dokja again and again and again. He kept Kim Dokja’s legs high into the air, preventing him from resisting as Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock went deeper and deeper with every thrust in his frenzied mating. His seed from the previous round had leaked out from all the thrusts but all it did was make Yoo Joonghyuk even harder, determined to change Kim Dokja into his proper designation, in order to fuck more cum into him, in order to breed him.
He came for the second time, hips flushed together, tenderly kissing Kim Dokja’s neck, nibbling on the few spots of pale skin that weren’t already littered with marks as he emptied his cum into the very core of his companion. He pulled away, just enough to observe his mate’s state.
Kim Dokja was beautiful – flushed a deep red, sweat and cum dripping from his body, red bite marks littered across his neck, chest, and legs as he panted heavily with exhaustion. Well and thoroughly debauched, Yoo Joonghyuk indulged once more and rutted into him again, taking the unbidden whines as a sign to keep going. The scent of wax from Kim Dokja’s body was absolutely tempting, and Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his teeth to his neck, nipping and biting at his scent glands in tandem with every thrust he made into Kim Dokja’s hole, licking at the mark he made at the nape. It didn’t take long for him to cum again, releasing deep inside while the tip of his cock pressed against Kim Dokja’s prostrate, those warm lovely walls keeping him perfectly stimulated.
“Absolutely wonderful,” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered into his ear, kissing and nibbling at the shell. “My omega.”
Eventually, Kim Dokja fell limp, walls fluttering against his knot even in sleep.
Yoo Joonghyuk had swept Kim Dokja off the bed to clean his reader's release, ensuring that the only cum that would in contact with his body would be from his mate, all the while keeping him impaled. He'd relished the tightness around his length as he cleaned, Kim Dokja's reactivity proving his true thoughts even in sleep.
Kim Dokja shuddered in his arms, an airy whine escaping him. Yoo Joonghyuk nuzzled Kim Dokja’s hair as he released more of his scent in the room, ensuring that everyone and everything in it smelled like him as Kim Dokja settled into his grip, letting out a sigh and burying himself closer to Yoo Joonghyuk. The act caused the knotted cock that was plugging his hole to jostle slightly, and he whined once more.
Unable to resist, Yoo Joonghyuk rocked his hips slightly. Though his dick wasn’t flaccid, it was soft enough after several rounds that Yoo Joonghyuk felt content to rest with his cock being warmed by his companion; content in the knowledge that his cum marking the other man as his would be slowly absorbed by Kim Dokja’s body. He needed to ensure Kim Dokja was always full – not only so that Kim Dokja would never need to think about anything that wasn’t Yoo Joonghyuk or his cock or his cum, with his only purpose now to lay there as Yoo Joonghyuk’s wife and cockwarmer, but it was necessary so that his body would accept the domination to change and acclimate, to form the cunt that would be the entrance to that coveted Omega womb in his lower belly.
The change would be slow – the cum was only one part of it. He needed to show Kim Dokja’s senses that he wasn't just being dominated, but that he was being bred. The Alpha would put up a fight, and Kim Dokja was a stubborn man, so Yoo Joonghyuk needed to make it clear to him that he belonged to Yoo Joonghyuk, that his purpose was to be Yoo Joonghyuk’s wife, that he would spend the rest of his life filled by Yoo Joonghyuk.
Once Kim Dokja realized and accepted that Yoo Joongyuk’s intentions were his affections, it would make it easier; for his soul to be claimed and for his body to be changed.
Perhaps that was yet another reason he presented as an Alpha at first: to protect himself from others until his one true mate came to collect and turn him into his true designation himself, as if only his protagonist was the only one with that power.
It was only the beginning, but eventually, in the future, Yoo Joonghyuk would be able to reach down past Kim Dokja’s stomach, still smooth but no longer flat, round with either his cum or children, and would be dipping his fingers past his waist to the wet, puffy folds of his cunt, slick running down his thighs while it warmed Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, his walls fluttering with every motion of the knot keeping his cum inside while the tip of the cock was pressed against his womb.
Not yet, not while Kim Dokja’s Alpha still seemed to have fight left in him. A foolish endeavour, but it was the very soul of Kim Dokja. So if it was determined to fight, then Yoo Joonghyuk would simply have to fight harder – pin him down and claim his again and again, filled to the brim with another Alpha’s cum until it realized he wasn’t meant to breed, but rather be bred.
For Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk would put aside his goals and break the promises he swore at the end of his second regression.
For Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk would wait.
In the morning, when the sun had barely begun to rise and the room still dark, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out of his companion with great reluctance, missing the tight warmth as soon as he did.
Yoo Joonghyuk watched in quiet fascination as the hole winked at him, trying to return to its previous state as pearly white cum began to trickle out of his hole, running down the red puffy flesh that was entirely too enticing. Unable to resist, he used two fingers to push the leaking cum back into the hole, relishing how the velvety muscles felt against the rough pads of his fingers and leaned in close, tongue swiping and cleaning at the skin around Kim Dokja’s entrance.
Hunger temporarily satiated, just for the moment, Yoo Joonghyuk rumbled with satisfaction as he dug through his coat, pulling out a plug. He oiled it as he watched more cum threaten to ooze out of Kim Dokja’s well-fucked hole, and he would press his fingers against the pearly liquid to push it back in, wiping the remains on the toy. He gently kissed Kim Dokja’s forehead as he pushed the plug in, relishing in the soft moan and the flush spreading across his face as it settled deep into him, a small bump appearing on his lower belly. The plug was large enough to keep Kim Dokja warm and prepared as a reminder to his body what its duty was, thought it was smaller than Yoo Joonghyuk – Kim Dokja wouldn’t be satisfied with anything that wasn’t Yoo Joonghyuk himself, and this served to further remind him of his Omega duties.
Satisfied with the plug keeping Kim Dokja full, he pressed lightly against the distended stomach and watched as Kim Dokja moan and tried to move away even while unconscious, pulling at the chains wrapped around his wrists that were tied to the headrest. The plug would keep him company while he was gone, a promise from Yoo Joonghyuk that he would return because he couldn’t stay by Kim Dokja’s side all the time. Not right now when the scenarios were still ongoing and there would be incarnations and Constellations both out for their blood.
Yoo Joonghyuk tested the restraints, ensuring the anti-Story enhancement was in effect. Then he pressed at the bulge at his wife’s stomach and the plug in his hole simultaneously, dick twitching at the reaction from the sleeping man before draping a soft downy blanket over his naked body, completely covered in Yoo Joonghyuk’s smoky scent.
Kim Dokja was selfish – but he was also generous. Generous to save the other members of his party, generous to save the undying regressor. And extremely generous to give Yoo Joonghyuk the opportunity to bitch him, to claim him, to make him his Omega and wife.
With that thought in mind, Yoo Joonghyuk kissed Kim Dokja with a smile, and left his future Omega alone in the dark room, chained up and filled to the brim with cum, as any claimed Omega could only ever hope for.