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Kim Dokja was taken aback as he was roughly pushed into the bed, his face full of a snarling alpha straddling his hips. The omega beneath him bemoaned over his nice dress shirt as buttons were popped off, but unfastening them were the least of his worries.
In a beat, Kim Dokja defended, “Hyuk-ah, she did nothing wrong.” To curb his oppressive pheromones, he followed his mate’s lead and grasped those chiseled hips, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband and pulling down those shorts to reveal his drooling cock.
“She,” Yoo Joonghyuk growled and latched onto a scent gland, right at the junction between the collarbone and the nape of his neck, “She obviously wanted to ask you out.”
Blinded by jealousy, Yoo Joonghyuk furiously emitted his own pheromones in layers to claim his mate. No matter how much he tried to drench Kim Dokja in his scent, whether the method was through cum or clothes, nothing worked forever. Even though Dokja was legally an omega, his scent was easily subdued and had a neutralizing effect on other scents. An anti-pheromone, the doctor explained, but the fact drove the alpha nuts.
“Belt,” he growled, hands fumbling through the buckle due to sweaty hands and pure rage. The pants barely slid through ankles before Yoo Joonghyuk swiped a bit of residual slick seeping through his underwear.
His eyes turned hazy as he shucked his own gym shorts and pressed his slick-soaked fingers to his puckered rim. The inner alpha within protested; he smacked that bitch aside to reveal his own wants and needs. As he fingered himself open, right on top of Kim Dokja’s pervasive gaze, he gave the omega a deadly glare, silently daring him to interrupt.
“Slow down,” Kim Dokja mouthed the scent glands near his torso since that was the only available one he could reach. Motivated to give his insecure alpha some relief, he reached for the night stand to grab the lube and knot ring.
Without them, Yoo Joonghyuk would prematurely blow his load.
The impatient alpha huffed aloud as he felt Dokja’s fingers join his, but the alien sensation of lube left him more restless than satisfied. Like a brat, he threw the bottle of lube at the opposite wall.
“I want your slick,” he complained with a petulant tone.
A large resonant smack echoed in the room. Yoo Joonghyuk hissed from the sizable spank on his left cheek, which was followed by a throaty moan when Kim Dokja added another finger and scissored his entrance. Without looking, he was familiar with the sensation of more omega slick entering his insides, and his guttural keens grew in volume as his mate stretched his tight, twitching hole until he was ready for omega cock.
“My alpha,” Kim Dokja cooed in that entrancing voice, the kind that convinced Yoo Joonghyuk to kneel before this man and open his jaw wide to warm his cock. “You know I don’t produce enough slick,” he teased.
Though that was the truth, Yoo Joonghyuk preferred the slight burn of his cock sliding inside him than the third-rate mess of artificial slick. The idea of anybody else capitalizing on Kim Dokja’s slick left him angry and inconsolable. The memory of that alpha woman purposefully brushing her hand against HIS omega’s nape made him see red, red, red.
He needs Dokja’s cock NOW.
At least he had enough bearings to slip on the knot ring before he lifted his hips until Kim Dokja’s dribbling cock was aligned against his prepped ass.
“You’re mine,” he growled and gave him one last defiant glare before he slammed down, drilling the head straight to his prostate.
Joonghyuk arched his back and let out a choked sound from the intense sting that traveled down his spine. Tears appeared at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Biting his lower lip to hide his sounds, he proceeded to thrust with abandon, slapping ass to hips to bully his insides even more. His budding, useless knot needlessly smacked against his belly with each bounce because his asspussy was getting wrecked instead.
“T-too tight,” Kim Dokja stuttered as he tried to follow his pace, but his mate was so desperate to claim him, to milk his cock that he could only accept being used as a dildo.
“Hah~” Yoo Jooghyuk moaned with a slack mouth, saliva dripping through the corners to exhibit how much he loved clenching around him. In one particular thrust, Yoo Joonghyuk felt his constrained knot twitch for release. “D-dok–”
Joonghyuk doesn’t like hearing himself, doesn’t like the reminder his moans were hoarse and alphan. He doesn’t like the fact that he had gotten heavier over the years, how he can notice rolls of fat spilling over his chest, ass, and thighs. Diving in, he distracted himself from these unhealthy intrusive thoughts and stole those sinful lips, the ones that transformed Joonghyuk into a depraved needy man instead of a traditional alpha. He rather his focus was on the greedy tongue dominating his mouth and the hard cock splitting him apart.
Yet, jealousy was an ugly, disgusting emotion that thrived on discourse and pain. Surely Dokja would open his eyes and realize he could latch onto another younger, more youthful alpha, someone who was more fit with toned abs. Age spots and stray strands of white hair were already appearing in his reflection.
He hitched his breath when he felt a finger swipe away a tear sliding down his cheek. Instead of breaking his walls and collapsing into Dokja’s arms, he doubled down. There was no need for softness or fleeting caresses. All he needed was everything Kim Dokja could offer – mind, body, and soul. Pinning his arms, Yoo Joonghyuk increased the intensity, which in Kim Dokja’s point of view, was a show to die for. With the alpha on top of him like this, he was exposed to sexy gyrating hips, jiggling breasts, and the sweetest, erotic face.
Not today, but he would like to have Yoo Joonghyuk sob all night until there were no fluids left in him until he forcefully yanked out orgasm after orgasm.
Though he had to be careful about what he wished for because suddenly the teardrop he wiped away earlier was replaced by another one, and this time it made contact on his nose. Though Yoo Joonghyuk was strong, the omega’s instinct to comfort and provide pushed him to lean forward and clamp those pudgy cheeks.
“Don’t… Don’t look at me…”
The alpha grabbed a pillow and smothered Kim Dokja to respect his need for privacy. In the midst of this, the thrusts halted.
“Alpha,” Kim Dokja’s voice was slightly muffled, but Yoo Joonghyuk listened. “Can I please touch you?”
There was no curt nod nor a gruff admission. Since he was not actively suffocating under the pillow, he assumed he was given permission to caress his favorite parts of his lover’s body.
His thick, voluptuous thighs littered with scars. His soft, plush belly showed he was well fed, but it still cannot hide the bulge of Kim Dokja’s length. Cute, rounder cheeks that wore the most addicting blush. Altogether, the most perfect human being was on top of him.
“You know she’s not my type,” Kim Dokja said while slowly removing the pillow over his head.
His adorable mate grumbled his dissent, but to distract him from those depressing thoughts, Kim Dokja buried his head between his favorite pair of emotional support breasts.
“The only alphas I’m attracted to are cute ones who easily take my cock,” he said cheekily and licked the nipple closest to his lips. The jolt he received brought a smile. “And look at that,” he said while lightly tugging on the other nipple with his free hand, “I have the best one right here.”
Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes, fully realizing what Kim Dokja was trying to do, but the flames of his wrath were doused by Kim Dokja’s neutralizing pheromones, reminding him of his pitiful knot throbbing for release.
“Is that it?” Kim Dokja quirked an eyebrow. “Do you need your omega to help finish you off?”
Yoo Joonghyuk recognized a challenge when he heard one, and he took the bait seamlessly. This time he redirected Dokja’s hands to his hips because they were going to be worthless once he had his way. He resumed his frantic pace, riding the omega as if his life depended on it. Whenever he slowed down the rhythm to catch his breath, he optimized those moments to kiss his mate and mark him with toothy love bites to show his possessive streak to the world, screaming aloud that this man belonged to the alpha Yoo Joonghyuk.
“Close,” he moaned into those swollen lips.
With telltale signs of an impending climax, Kim Dokja was close, too. His labored breathing filled Joonghyuk’s ears. The man resisted the desire to grapple the alpha and control the speed of his thrusts out of respect. Eventually, the roar in his ears and the zing of his orgasm rocked into him like a wave.
“I’m c-com–” The omega let out a strangled cry as he arched his back and returned a reciprocating thrust, spilling his seed inside the alpha.
Yoo Joonghyuk trembled from the outpouring of semen filling him, draining that man dry to lock in as much as possible. His knot was almost purple with copious amounts of blood filling it to its full size. Once Kim Dokja regained consciousness, he removed the knot ring, pushing the alpha to the edge instantly. With a yelp, his mate spurted out thick loads, painting their abdomens with his condensed, virile seed, but there was no point in preserving it. The only one who was getting plugged was Yoo Joonghyuk, and like a good little alpha, he shakily lifted his hips, allowing his puckered hole to let go of Dokja’s cock with a loud pop, to display how much he kept inside. His hole was swollen and well-used, but his twitching muscles continued to work overtime. His legs were definitely jelly since he did most of the work, but that was why Kim Dokja was the most wonderful lover and finished the rest, cleaning his Hyukkie with tender care and love – not without inserting a heart-shaped butt plug to his cock hungry alpha. Exactly how he liked them.
Yoo Joonghyuk groggily woke up, feeling something was amiss. A cloying, sweetened scent wafted his nose. Slowly waking up, he noticed his ass was missing the butt plug Dokja placed yesterday and was instead replaced by an omega’s cock.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
Yoo Joonghyuk felt the cock inside him shift and shivered from the way it directly contacted his sweet spot. Later, he noticed his bottom was drenched, wet, and full of omega slick. His head felt fuzzy as if cotton was stuffed into his skull, but the most telling evidence was his reappearing knot.
His loose, gaping hole convulsed around the cock repeatedly thrusting inside.
“You felt so good warming my cock, Hyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja praised as he painted more of his own slick all over Joonghyuk’s inner thighs and the globes of his ass as if it was some sort of massage oil. To be merciful, he even shoved his slick-soaked fingers into his mouth and wore a manic grin as the alpha moaned around them.
The omega was in heat, and he felt voracious on the first day. Yoo Joonghyuk was a slave to his pheromones, but unlike a knot-drunk alpha, this cutie wiggled his hips to signal he could continue. There was a reason why he was chosen as Kim Dokja’s mate, and today he will prove himself again, guiding the omega’s hand to his distended tummy. As a treat, he even kindly played with his nipples until they were rosy and perky to prepare them for Kim Dokja’s mouth.
“I need you,” he said with half-lidded eyes, allowing his rut to slowly invade his mind while also stroking his omega’s ego.
At last, his heat was in full blast. “Good alpha,” Kim Dokja said, and gave his alpha a sharp thrust.