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Yoo Joonghyuk exhaled sharply, sheathing his sword as the last of the sub-scenario enemies crumbled into dust. The rewards glimmered on the ground—potions, coins, low-grade weapons. As he knelt to collect the loot, a soft chime echoed.
Hidden Scenario Activated]
Difficulty: C
Clear Condition: Find this mark {image} on the person you care for most
Time Limit: 1 Week
Reward: SS-Grade Mystery Box
Penalty for Failure: You will be hated by the one you care for the most
*There are hidden pieces in the scenario.*
Joonghyuk stared at the screen, reading over the details carefully. He weighed his options, thinking it over.
A C-grade scenario with an SS-grade reward? All I have to do is find a mark?
It seemed too good to be true—but also simple enough.
He hit accept.
The moment he did, a surge of heat rushed through his body, like something inside him was being tied—connected—to someone else. A strange pull. Familiar. Deep.
It must be easy to find them, he thought. The person I care for the most right now is my sister.
He had clearly misunderstood what the scenario was truly demanding.
Meanwhile, at the complex, Dokja was already on the floor with the children, talking and playing with them. They clung to him, laughing as he told them little stories, their small hands grabbing at his sleeves. He was giving them a small resemblance of a normal childhood—something he himself had never experienced.
Then, without warning, a warm burning sensation bloomed near his pelvis.
He flinched slightly, forcing his expression to stay calm so the children wouldn’t notice. The heat was deep, like it had been branded into him. Slowly, he handed Yoosung off to Sangah, who gave him a concerned look.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
Once inside the bathroom, he locked the door and quickly pulled up his shirt. His fingers moved to unbuckle his belt, lowering his pants just enough to reveal it—
A circle, faintly glowing. In the center was a four-pointed star, with four smaller points nestled in the curves between the larger ones. The longer points reached from just under his belly button to just above the base of his cock. Inside the circle, Roman numerals formed the edges like a clock face, and around it, a smattering of stars scattered across his pelvis—like a womb tattoo drawn in constellations.
Dokja stared at it in silence.
That’s when he received a notification from the system. As he opened it, his brows furrowed in surprise.
You have been identified as — [REDACTED] — the person they care for the most.
He stood there, shocked, reading it again before glancing back down at the tattoo faintly glowing gold against his skin
Who would care for me like this? he thought, only for his mind to come up blank.
“Ughhh,” he groaned aloud, running a hand through his hair. “I bet the constellations are having a blast watching this unfold. I just hope the consequences for this scenario aren’t too harsh—on the person doing this, or on me.”
He washed his face, tugged his shirt back into place, and walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the collar across his face to dry it.
Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled as he made his way back to the complex. Passing the hallway near Yoo Mia’s room, he slowed for just a moment, catching sight of Dokja exiting the bathroom. A faint gold glint flashed at his waist as his shirt shifted—but Joonghyuk decided to ignore it. It wasn’t his place to comment on whatever the other man did in his free time.
He continued to Mia’s room and knocked.
“Come in,” she called.
Joonghyuk’s expression softened the moment he stepped inside. He ruffled her hair and smiled slightly as he asked about her day and whether she’d eaten yet. Then, almost casually, he said, “Has a mark shown up on your arms or legs?”
Mia gave him a weird look from where she sat on the bed. “Nope,” she said quickly, certain.
Joonghyuk took her word for it—he knew her well; after all, he’d raised her himself. Still, he sighed inwardly. Well, this will be harder than I thought.
“Why?” Mia asked as he got up to leave. “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“I’m supposed to find a mark on the person I care for the most,” he answered in his usual monotone.
Mia paused, looking up at her brother like he was the dumbest man alive. She waved him off. “Well, good luck with that.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Mia muttered under her breath, “What a dense idiot.”
Joonghyuk let out a quiet sigh, turning the words over in his mind as he considered his next move. His thoughts drifted to Seolhwa. There had been a time when he’d loved her, and she had loved him in return.
It wasn’t the same anymore—but there was no harm in trying.
He made his way to the medical ward, his boots soft against the floor, thinking about how much he still cared for her, even if not in the way he once had. When he reached her door, he knocked.
“Come in,” came her voice from inside.
She was sitting at her desk, making up some charts. As the door opened, she swiveled around on her stool to see who had come in. Her eyes widened in mild surprise.
“Oh—Mr. Yoo. How may I help you today?” she asked, setting her clipboard down.
Joonghyuk stood there awkwardly before speaking. “Well… you know I cared for you once, bu—”
He didn’t get to finish.
“Mr. Yoo,” she interrupted gently, “I care for you as well, but not in the way I think you’re thinking. I care for you the way a person cares for a brother.”
“Yes,” he said simply, confirming that he’d felt the same.
Her expression softened, and she gestured for him to sit on the bed nearby. “Now… why did this come up? You and I haven’t talked much outside of our work here. We haven’t had any relationship other than the one we have now.”
Joonghyuk stayed silent for a long moment, gathering his thoughts.
“I accepted a hidden scenario,” he finally said, “where I have to find a mark. It said that if I fail, the person I care for the most will lose all their affection for me.” He hesitated, then added in a quieter voice, “I don’t think I want that to happen to whoever that is.”
Seolhwa sat there in silence, letting his words sink in.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” she said at last, her voice gentle, “I want to tell you this because I care about you. You need to think about this before you can see it. The person you care for the most… they’re always by your side, even though you don’t realize it. But I can’t tell you who I think it is—because I’m not the one this scenario was made for.”
With that, she stood and excused herself, leaving him alone with her words, the quiet weight of them settling heavily in his mind.
Joonghyuk sighed as he flopped back against the hospital bed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to think. His thoughts kept scattering. He was more tired than he’d realized, and before long, sleep crept up on him.
The next couple of days passed with little progress. He’d asked almost all of his companions, and most of them looked at him like he was the most idiotic person they’d ever met. Sooyoung just outright laughed in his face.
“Wait—seriously?” she asked, still catching her breath. Then she stopped laughing, her expression shifting as she glanced toward something—someone—that Joonghyuk didn’t notice. “Are you really that dense, or are you just plain stupid? That person should have been the very first one you asked.”
Her tone was sharp, like a parent scolding a child.
Running a hand through her hair, she muttered under her breath, “I did not write you to be this dense.”
She waved him off as she walked away. “I hope you figure it out soon,” she called over her shoulder, quietly adding to herself, “Who knows what’ll happen if Dokja stops liking you… maybe the whole book will disappear.”
Dokja sighed as he lay in bed. The mark still hadn’t faded, no matter how much he tried to scrub at it. He wanted to cry from frustration. Resting a hand against the womb tattoo, he muttered, “It’s been almost a week… ughhh, I hope whoever it is hurries up. The longer this tattoo is on me, the hotter I feel in the pit of my stomach.”
That’s when the system chimed:
[Hidden piece of the scenario revealed:]
The longer — [REDACTED] — takes to find — [REDACTED] —, the more heat both parties will experience. To curb this, — [REDACTED] — must have ◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️ with — [REDACTED] —.
Dokja sat bolt upright, eyes wide. “What does that mean?!”
A sudden jolt ripped through his body.
“Ngghhh—” he moaned, his whole body tingling with heat and a deep, involuntary rush of pleasure. Staggering out of bed, he made for the bathroom.
He passed through the common area, trying to keep his expression neutral despite the way his skin burned. The children rushed up to him, tugging at his sleeves and shirt hem, asking to be picked up. His loose sleep shirt lifted, exposing the tattoo for just a second, and a shiver tore through him.
He forced a small smile, crouching slightly. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” he told them gently, easing himself away.
At the same time, across the complex, Joonghyuk received the exact same message.
His eyes scanned the words, and his jaw tightened. What the hell…
Then the heat hit.
He let out a soft groan, hunched slightly as a wave of warmth spread through him. Unclipping his collar, he drew in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The sensation bubbled in his chest, coiling low in his stomach.
The bathrooms were closer than his room, but either way, he’d have to pass through the common room.
He straightened his posture, forcing the tension into something that might pass as stiffness from a sore muscle rather than… this.
As he reached the doorway to the common room, he paused. The children were tugging at Dokja’s shirt, urging him to come play. That’s when he saw it—a faint glint of gold beneath the hem. The more the kids tugged, the more it was revealed.
A surge of heat ripped through him
He let out a low, almost inaudible groan, one hand catching the wall for balance. Lifting his head, his gaze locked with Dokja’s.
The noise of the children dulled instantly. The whole room seemed to hold its breath.
Dokja’s lips pressed together in a thin line, eyes faintly wide with something between discomfort and awareness. The faint glow of the mark tugged at Joonghyuk’s vision like gravity, but it was the look in Dokja’s eyes—half-defiant, half-exposed—that rooted him in place.
It was like the heat had found a target.
The air between them felt tight, heavy enough to crush. Joonghyuk’s fingers flexed against the wall, his pulse pounding in his ears. Dokja swallowed, the movement drawing Joonghyuk’s gaze for one raw, unguarded second before the system’s chime cut through the tension.
[Yoo Joonghyuk has realized Kim Dokja as the person he cares for the most.
Scenario will be complete once the participants have ◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️.]
Dokja hunched forward as a sudden spike of heat tore through him. He wanted to get away from the kids before anything happened, but Joonghyuk was already moving toward him.
Without a word, Joonghyuk scooped him up.
The moment their skin touched—Joonghyuk’s palm brushing the back of Dokja’s neck where his shirt had slipped—the heat roared. It wasn’t warmth; it was a shock that shot straight down his spine, sharp and consuming. Every nerve lit up. Dokja sucked in a breath, muscles going taut, and Joonghyuk’s hold tightened reflexively as if he feared letting go.
The children’s frantic voices barely registered. They tugged at Dokja, tried to pry him free, but Joonghyuk didn’t budge.
“I’m not going to do anything to him,” he said, voice low and edged, though the strain in it was clear.
They didn’t believe him, not until he turned his head and let the glare drop. The room went silent
“It’s okay,” Dokja said, still catching his breath. “I needed to talk to him anyway. Leave us now.”
Reluctantly, they obeyed.
Joonghyuk adjusted his grip. Even through the fabric, he could still feel where their skin had met—the echo of that contact was still crawling under his skin, dangerous and insistent.
“Where are you taking me?” Dokja asked softly.
“My room,” Joonghyuk said without hesitation.
When they reached his room, Joonghyuk shifted Dokja into one arm to get the door open. Dokja could feel every muscle under him locked tight—his arms hard as steel around him, his chest solid and unyielding against Dokja’s, every part of him coiled like he was barely holding something back.
Dokja wanted so badly to know why he was the one Joonghyuk cared for the most, but before he could ask, Joonghyuk spoke.
“I’m sorry, Dokja. I didn’t realize I’d been too dense to see it—that you’re the only one I care for like this. Maybe it’s the way you throw yourself in front of everyone else. Or the way you act like you don’t deserve anything good. But after talking to every one of your companions… I realized it. The person I care about—it’s you.”
The words hit him like a punch in the gut, stealing his breath. No one had ever said anything like that to him—never so plainly, never while holding him like he was something worth keeping. He didn’t think he could deserve it, and yet here Joonghyuk was, saying it as if it was the most obvious truth in the world.
Something inside him cracked wide open. The heat spread fast, curling low and making his breath hitch.
Joonghyuk’s gaze locked with his—dark, steady, unreadable—and the air between them went heavy. He didn’t speak, just waited. Dokja gave a small, shaky nod.
That was all it took.
Joonghyuk moved in, pressing Dokja into the wall, his mouth crushing against his like he’d been starving for this. The kiss was deep, almost messy, their mouths parting and meeting again as if neither could get enough. Dokja let out a soft, helpless sound, clutching at the broad planes of Joonghyuk’s shoulders, feeling the strength in them shift and flex under his touch.
Then Joonghyuk’s hands slid under Dokja’s shirt.
It wasn’t rushed—if anything, it was painfully slow, his fingertips brushing over the waistband of Dokja’s pants before creeping upward. The backs of his knuckles skimmed along his stomach first, making the muscles there twitch, and then his palms flattened against him—right over the glowing mark on his lower belly.
Joonghyuk’s palms flattened over the glowing mark on Dokja’s lower belly, pressing into it like he was staking a claim. His thumbs traced each sharp point qof the star, each curve between, until Dokja swore he could feel the pattern burning into him from the inside. The heat pooling there was too much—too heavy—he needed more of him.
It didn’t feel like a casual touch. It felt deliberate, claiming—like Joonghyuk was telling the mark, and maybe the System itself, this belongs to me.
From there, his hands moved up slowly, brushing over the hard lines of Dokja’s ribs until his thumbs grazed the faint swell of his chest. When his thumbs finally brushed over his nipples, it was deliberate—one slow circle, then a gentle press, just enough to make Dokja’s breath stutter. Joonghyuk lingered, watching him, eyes dark and unblinking, waiting to see if he’d pull away. He didn’t. That seemed to satisfy him, because his grip subtly tightened—firm, possessive—like he was claiming him piece by piece.
Without thinking, Dokja’s hands came up and gripped Joonghyuk’s coat. He tugged at it urgently, bunching the thick fabric in his fists. “Take it off,” he rasped, not caring how desperate it sounded.
Joonghyuk didn’t move at first. His gaze locked on Dokja’s face, as if reading every twitch of his expression, every flicker of want in his eyes. Then, slowly, he shrugged out of his coat. The heavy fabric slid from his shoulders and hit the floor with a dense thud, the sound making Dokja’s pulse jump.
Dokja’s hand slid down the hard plane of Joonghyuk’s torso, fingers slipping past his waistband, lifting his shirt just enough to reveal tanned, scarred skin. He couldn’t stop himself from staring, eyes tracing every line and mark as his hands wandered upward, feeling muscle flex beneath his palms until Joonghyuk shivered.
Without warning, Joonghyuk dipped his head and took one of Dokja’s nipples into his mouth. His tongue lapped slowly over the sensitive skin before his teeth grazed it, making Dokja gasp. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, his heart pounding like it was trying to punch through his ribs. When Joonghyuk finally pulled back, the reddened peak glistened, a thin string of saliva still connecting them.
Dokja glanced down—and froze. Joonghyuk was still close, his lashes lowered, gaze molten. That heat followed the trail of Joonghyuk’s hand as it wandered lower, dipping under the loose hem of Dokja’s sleep shorts, fingers brushing bare skin without the barrier of underwear.
He stopped just at the tip of the star above Dokja’s cock. His palm spread wide, pressing flat against the tattoo like he was memorizing every edge of it through touch alone. The heel of his hand rested just above the base of Dokja’s length, radiating heat without quite touching it. He didn’t move at first—only let his hand linger, shifting minutely so his fingertips traced the outer lines of the ink, each pass sending a low hum of heat straight into Dokja’s gut.
Dokja’s breath grew uneven, his hips twitching in tiny, restless movements, but Joonghyuk stayed maddeningly still. His thumb brushed close—so close—to the sensitive skin below, but never quite enough. The slow drag of calloused fingertips along the gold pattern felt almost reverent, like he was reading the tattoo in Braille, mapping it until he knew it better than Dokja himself.
Finally, with a quiet exhale, Joonghyuk’s other hand hooked into the waistband and tugged the shorts down in one smooth motion, letting them fall to the floor. Dokja shivered as the cool air hit, and Joonghyuk’s low chuckle made it worse—eyes dropping to where the gold of the tattoo contrasted with the same soft pink as his nipples.
His palm slid down, fingers curling to wrap around Dokja’s length at last. His thumb swiped across the wet tip, and Dokja’s breath hitched, his knees threatening to give. His own hand found its way to Joonghyuk’s trousers, fumbling for the fastening, but when his fingers finally slipped past the waistband, the difference in heat made his head spin.
Joonghyuk was already thick and heavy, trapped behind the fabric until Dokja pulled him free. The weight of it landed against Dokja’s bare stomach with a soft thud, dragging along his own erection in the process. The contact made him moan, his hand instinctively curling around Joonghyuk’s length and giving it a slow pump.
Joonghyuk’s jaw tightened, his breath stuttering like he was holding himself back—until suddenly he wasn’t. In one swift move, he spun Dokja around and pressed him front-first against the wall, their hips locking together in a hot, unyielding line.
That’s when Dokja noticed it—a slick liquid spilling from his hole, unexpected and humiliatingly loud as Joonghyuk forced his legs apart. Both froze for a heartbeat, surprise flashing between them, before Joonghyuk’s hand slid down, probing between his cheeks. His fingers slipped easily against Dokja’s hole, only for more slick to drip down his thighs, running hot and messy until it splattered on the floor with a wet splat.
The star mark blazed to life, glowing harsh and sudden, and Dokja’s moan tore from his throat. It felt like the mark was shifting his organs, rearranging him from the inside out as more slick gushed free, dripping down his legs in obscene streams.
Then, a crisp notification flared into view:
[The incarnation Yoo Joonghyuk must breed the incarnation Kim Dokja. The result will not end in pregnancy unless both parties are willing.]
Shock crashed through them. Joonghyuk’s eyes darkened, his chest rising heavy with implication—while Dokja’s own stomach flipped as the truth settled: he could get pregnant. His body was already changing, warping to match the cruel demands of the scenario.
Dokja turned his head slightly, just enough to see Joonghyuk over his shoulder. The weight of his gaze seared into him, the heat of his cock still pressed firm against the small of his back, throbbing with every shallow breath.
“...Is this what you want?” Dokja’s voice broke low, meek, as though afraid Joonghyuk would recoil in disgust. He couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye.
But Joonghyuk’s voice came steady, gentle: “Dokja. Look at me.
Against his own fear, Dokja lifted his gaze. What he found wasn’t disgust—only sincerity so raw it made his heart ache.
“I am a man of few words,” Joonghyuk said, each syllable grounding him like a vow. “But when I say this, I mean it. Yes—a million times yes. Even if I have to go through thousands of lifetimes, yes. My only wish is that we could have done this in a place where our children would be safe.”
Dokja’s throat tightened. “Me too,” he whispered, aching. “All I wish is that we could’ve done this where they would be safe.”
A silent agreement passed between them—yes, they would see this scenario through, but they would not bring children into it.
Then Joonghyuk’s restraint snapped. His fingers plunged into Dokja in one fell swoop, the sudden intrusion forcing a sharp, high-pitched moan out of him. The scenario’s unnatural slick made every thrust easy, his insides clenching desperately as Joonghyuk’s fingers worked him open. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve heightened and tender.
Dokja clung to the wall, nails scratching uselessly against it as his body arched. Each curl of Joonghyuk’s fingers stirred him up, pulled ragged sounds from his throat that he couldn’t smother.
“Please—ahh, nghh~ please—inside, I need—” his voice broke on the plea, raw and breathless.
With that single word, Joonghyuk’s restraint shattered. He slipped his fingers free, the slick dripping down in a wet splash to the floor, before pressing the thick head of his cock against Dokja’s hole. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed in, and Dokja struggled for purchase against the wall, toes curling against the tile.
A choked moan tore out of him as Joonghyuk’s girth stretched him open, every inch pressing mercilessly against his walls. His breath hitched when their hips finally met—Dokja forced to stay on his toes because of Joonghyuk’s height. He tried to adjust, slipping on the floor slick with his own mess, and the stumble forced him all the way down onto Joonghyuk’s cock in one sudden, overwhelming motion.
“Guhhh—!” Dokja’s moan broke ragged as the length bottomed out, striking deep—too deep—until he realized what it was. His cervix.
Joonghyuk groaned low as Dokja’s body clenched around him, the tightness obscene. His cock ground against the entrance of Dokja’s womb, squeezed mercilessly by his walls. Dokja glanced down and froze at the sight—the outline of Joonghyuk’s cock bulging faintly in his lower stomach, traced perfectly by the golden star tattoo, glowing bright with every throb.
Huffing through pleasure-drunk giggles, Dokja grabbed Joonghyuk’s iron grip from his waist and guided his hand to the bulge. “Feel how deep you are inside of me~”
The moment Joonghyuk pressed his palm against the glowing mark, his eyes went dark. Without warning, he dragged himself out, only to slam back in, his hand still flat over Dokja’s womb tattoo.
Dokja yelped as his body jolted against the wall, the brutal rhythm making the room echo with wet slaps of skin against skin. Each thrust drove slick down his thighs, the sound mixing with Joonghyuk’s guttural grunts and Dokja’s unrestrained moans.
His legs gave out under the relentless pace, sliding him down the wall until Joonghyuk seized both his arms, pinning them hard above his head. His chest pressed flush to Dokja’s back, his mouth burying into the crook of his neck. Teeth sank down, sharp enough to sting, grounding Dokja as he was pounded into over and over.
Every thrust kissed against Dokja’s cervix—sometimes breaching just enough to tear a broken scream out of him, his body shaking violently as Joonghyuk pressed deeper, stretching him open in ways that felt unbearable.
Joonghyuk released his wrists, only to grab hold of his hips with bruising force. With a grunt, he hauled Dokja up, leaving only the thick head inside, then angled him just right—before slamming him down.
Dokja’s scream cracked through the room as Joonghyuk’s cock ripped past his cervix in one brutal stroke. His release hit instantly, cum splattering against the wall as his vision went white and his eyes rolled back, body convulsing around the intrusion.
Joonghyuk stayed buried inside his womb, cock twitching deep in the new, forbidden heat. Dokja trembled around him, twitching from the overwhelming climax—until Joonghyuk drew back, slick spilling down, and slammed in again.
“Nghhh~ t-too deep—ahhh, you’re—nghh, nghhh—!” Dokja sobbed, clawing at the wall for something to hold onto, his voice torn ragged.
But Joonghyuk wasn’t listening. The primal urge thrummed louder than reason, demanding he breed, demanding he claim. With a growl, he lifted Dokja again, hooking one of his legs into the crook of his arm, leaving the other dangling helplessly. His hips drove forward mercilessly, pounding his way in and out of Dokja’s womb as slick coated the floor in glistening puddles.
His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder, each one shaking Dokja to the core. Then, with a guttural groan, Joonghyuk shoved himself to the hilt and came—thick, scorching release flooding into Dokja’s womb.
Dokja moaned brokenly as he felt the searing heat gush into him, his stomach swelling slightly with the sheer volume Joonghyuk pumped inside. Joonghyuk gave a few more lazy thrusts, grinding against Dokja’s overstretched cervix before pulling out, slow and heavy.
Cum spilled out in thick globs, dripping from Dokja’s quivering hole and splattering onto the floor. Joonghyuk spread him open with both hands, staring at the mess with a dark hunger before slipping his fingers back in, scissoring them to feel how full Dokja was. Slick and cum squelched around his knuckles.
Then—without warning—his cock pressed back inside, stretching Dokja wide once more. Dokja jolted, gasping in shock.
Joonghyuk’s voice was a low growl against his ear. “I’m far from done with you.”
He lifted Dokja again, never letting his cock leave the heat of his body, and carried him to the bed. He tossed him down, pinning him beneath his weight, before slamming back into his womb with bruising force.
Dokja’s nails raked red, angry lines down Joonghyuk’s back, his voice breaking into hoarse cries as Joonghyuk drove him into the mattress—relentless, unyielding, merciless.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Joonghyuk’s thick head stayed buried in his womb, battering his cervix with every brutal slam, breaching it again and again until all Dokja could do was sob, choking on cries that burned his throat raw. Tears ran hot down his face, soaking into the sheets as his legs shook helplessly, Joonghyuk forcing them wider each time he tried to close them.
His cock twitched miserably between them, untouched and leaking until Joonghyuk’s hand closed around it. The grip was rough, unkind, his thumb smearing across the slit in teasing circles. Dokja broke instantly, spilling across Joonghyuk’s fist with a strangled sob, his walls clenching around the cock inside him even as Joonghyuk kept pounding deeper, merciless.
Joonghyuk groaned low in his throat as he spilled again, burying himself to the hilt, grinding his hips forward as if to weld them together. The flood of heat made Dokja scream, his belly jolting upward as it strained with the pressure inside.
Joonghyuk’s palm pressed flat over the golden tattoo glowing faintly at his stomach, grinding down hard until Dokja sobbed aloud at the sensation of being filled to bursting. He could feel it, every drop of cum stretching him, sloshing inside like he was nothing but a vessel.
“Look at you,” Joonghyuk growled, voice wrecked and guttural. “Already full—and you’re going to take more.”
Dokja shook his head desperately, tears streaking his cheeks, but Joonghyuk only pulled out, letting thick globs spill from his ruined hole onto the sheets, before slamming back in—forcing his own cum deeper, fucking it back into him with wet, obscene sounds.
He flipped Dokja onto his stomach and hauled his hips up, slamming back into him with savage speed, rutting like a beast in heat. Each thrust pushed the bulge of cum higher in Dokja’s belly, pressing him flatter into the mattress. His sobs and screams cracked into silence, throat too raw to give voice, leaving only the slick, punishing sound of Joonghyuk hammering into him.
“Ahhh—n-no more—Joonghyuk, I’m—I can’t—”
The words broke apart, useless, because Joonghyuk didn’t stop. He pressed his chest to Dokja’s back, slick with sweat, teeth sinking deep into the nape of his neck, marking him as his hips snapped forward. Another flood spilled inside, molten heat stretching Dokja’s womb further until his belly rounded outward, swollen.
Dokja sobbed as his cock twitched, spilling weakly onto the sheets, even as Joonghyuk’s hips kept grinding, his cock twitching inside the mess he’d made. Cum overflowed around the thick shaft still buried in him, soaking the sheets in white trails.
He pulled out just far enough for the mess to gush free, slick running down Dokja’s thighs, before slamming back in and rutting it deeper, again and again, like he couldn’t stand the thought of a single drop escaping. Dokja’s body jolted helplessly with each thrust, his swollen belly rocking against the mattress, his sobs dissolving into broken whimpers.
By the time Joonghyuk finally slowed, Dokja’s stomach was round and taut, heavy with everything forced inside him. His womb was stuffed past reason, overfull and leaking with every shallow grind of Joonghyuk’s cock before he finally pulled out. The swollen ring of Dokja’s hole gaped helplessly, stretched wide and raw, refusing to close even as hot streams of cum spilled from it in thick, steady gushes
It dribbled over his thighs, pooling sticky beneath his back until his body shifted and another gush poured free, splattering loud against the sheets and dripping to the floor. Dokja groaned, his voice hoarse, head flopping weakly to the side as his legs twitched from aftershocks. “If I weren’t so tired,” he rasped, breath catching, “I’d have smacked you across the head.”
The obscene swell of his belly pushed against his skin, every movement making the cum slosh audibly inside him. The pressure only lessened in slow, shameful waves as more leaked out, soaking his thighs, the bed, the floor. Joonghyuk’s chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh, and when he spoke it was ragged but quiet: “I’m sorry. I went overboard. I couldn’t stop myself when I realized it was you—the one I loved.”
Dokja turned his head just enough to look at him, eyes glazed and tired, but still he opened his arms. Joonghyuk collapsed into the embrace, face pressed to the sweat-slick curve of Dokja’s throat. One of his hands slid down, flattening over the obscene swell of his belly, pressing gently until more cum leaked out around the abused rim of his hole with a shameful squelch.
“If only we could have done this,” Joonghyuk whispered, “somewhere safe. Together, without fear.”