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Yoo Joonghyuk knows all of this started as nothing more than a one night stand. They both wanted to let off some steam, but after learning how almost everything connected them together, such as their university, their major and friend group, they turned it into a friend with benefits thing.

It was unusual for two alphas to be sexually attracted to each other due to their need to dominate one another, but it all worked out in the end. Their bodies were very synced with each other, and they knew how to push each other's buttons without making it uncomfortable.

They were actually very compatible, if Yoo Joonghyuk had to say.

He didn’t know how it was for Kim Dokja, but judging by the way he always moaned whorishly under him, he could say it was the same for Kim Dokja too.

They always made sure to use protection—it would be a disaster if they ever went raw. Kim Dokja’s secondary gender would change and Kim Dokja had made it very clear to him that he wouldn’t like to have any strange thing happen to his body.

As much as Yoo Joonghyuk fantasized about knocking Kim Dokja up, filling him with his knot, and making him submit to Yoo Joonghyuk…

He knew he wouldn’t actually do that. He would continue fantasizing about it though. No one could know what his thoughts were, he was free to think whatever.

It was no wonder Yoo Joonghyuk was attracted to him. Anyone with functional eyes would be.

Kim Dokja’s eyes shone so brightly they could rival the stars. His lips, rosy and plump, were so, so tempting. His body was the very picture of seduction. When his cheeks would get rosy from embarrassment or happiness, Yoo Joonghyuk would find himself staring a bit too long. He was a weak man to such beauty.

He often found himself thinking of marking Kim Dokja and making him his. These thoughts got especially worse when Kim Dokja was around other people.

He knew Kim Dokja would attract other people easily—he was very charming and sociable. At least that’s how he appeared to other people. He knew Kim Dokja hated social interactions with a passion—especially the unnecessary ones. But he was better at handling people than Yoo Joonghyuk. If Yoo Joonghyuk found someone annoying, he would make it very clear that he wouldn’t want to continue the conversation.

But Kim Dokja—always so frustrating—would know how to smile in the way he knew people would swoon over. He would weaponize his pretty eyes and use them to get other alphas who assumed he was an omega to tend to his every whim.

It drove Yoo Joonghyuk mad. All unnecessary people would flock to him like moths to a flame. It was so damn irritating. He didn’t know he would be capable of having these thoughts. He hated when other people got too close to Kim Dokja.

Especially right now.

“Hey, Kim Dokja! What are you doing?” Their classmate called as he leaned closer to Kim Dokja to look over his shoulder.

“Wait a second…” Kim Dokja responded as he tried to push the guy away so he could reply to whoever was texting him.

“Cmon, show me! You never actually tell us what you’re doing.”

“We’re not even that close…” Kim Dokja murmurs.

“Yo, Kim Dokja, show him, I think he’s jealous because he might have a little crush on you.” Another classmate chimed in.

Kim Dokja turned around and looked at him. The guy’s face had gone as red as the fruit he hated the most right now.

“Haha… are you crazy? What are you even saying, man? I was just a little curious since Kim Dokja doesn’t tell us that much about his life. We’re friends, after all.”
He tried to do some damage control as he stepped away from Kim Dokja.

Again, people were not as accepting towards alpha-alpha couples. It was basically considered a taboo.

Kim Dokja smiled at him. “Of course we are. I was just trying to reply to my mother since it seemed important. We can go out after school today. What do you think?”

The guy turned even more red. “Ah, no… it’s alright, you don’t have to, really.”

Kim Dokja hummed.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of break.

Fucking hell.

Any more of staying there and watching it happen, Yoo Joonghyuk might’ve just exploded. The urge to just mark him, right then and there, was so very tempting right now. It could solve so many problems. Kim Dokja would forgive him.

He rose from his seat and made his way to Kim Dokja. He came closer and wrapped a hand around his waist, Kim Dokja stiffened for a second before relaxing after recognizing the familiar hand.

He chose to ignore the way his nose stung when he smelled the other guy’s pheromones that were all over Kim Dokja.

“Dokja, we’re going to my house after school today,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. “So don’t hang out with your…friends today.” He spat the word venomously as his grip tightened around Kim Dokja’s waist.

Kim Dokja chuckles, the sound melodious to Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears.

“Alright, Hyuk-ah, don’t frown so much though, you’ll get wrinkles,” Kim Dokja said. “Wouldn’t want that handsome face to get ruined.”

This is exactly what he meant. Kim Dokja could get people to swoon over him so easily.

All the more reason to mark him.

The moment the front door opened, Yoo Joonghyuk slammed Kim Dokja against the wall, their lips crashing into each other in an animalistic heat.

“Dokja,” He growls, his hot breath ghosting over his lips, sending shivers down Kim Dokja’s spine. He looks up to Yoo Joonghyuk’s lustful gaze and smirks.

“You want me that badly, hmm?” Kim Dokja says teasingly, despite feeling the tension building up inside him, his cock twitching at the way his name sounds in Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice, begging to be freed from the confinement of his pants.

“Fuck,” Yoo Joonghyuk breathes out. “Stop being such a fucking tease.”

He doesn’t wait for Kim Dokja to reply—he moves forward and crashes his lips with Kim Dokja again. His hands worked at Kim Dokja’s pants, pushing them down, taking his erection in hand.

Yoo Joonghyuk groaned into Kim Dokja’s neck as he ground his pelvis into him, causing Kim Dokja to moan, arching against him. “I wanna be inside you so badly.” Yoo Joonghyuk kissed him again, hungrily, fiercely. Kim Dokja felt like he was being devoured. “I want to feel your insides,” Yoo Joonghyuk panted and his lips moved down Kim Dokja’s neck, nipping and licking his way to the collarbone, leaving burning kisses.

“Don’t—don’t bite—haah”

Kim Dokja manages to choke out, his brain already feeling mushy from the pleasure.

Yoo Joonghyuk ignores him in favour of rocking his hips against Kim Dokja, their cocks grinding together with delicious friction, until Kim Dokja was a mess of moans and whimpers.

Kim Dokja moved his hand towards Yoo Joonghyuk’s pants, tugging them down.

Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away slightly, letting his eyes rake over Kim Dokja’s flushed form.

“Take your clothes off,” Yoo Joonghyuk ordered, his voice low, commanding. Kim Dokja did as he was told, quickly shedding his shirt and pants, leaving him completely naked.

“Hey, don’t be mean to me, you have to start stripping too,” Kim Dokja wrapped his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck, whining and pouting.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze darkened, he pushed him against the wall again, nuzzling into his neck and whispering into his ear, “You’re so fucking cute, Dokja-yah.”

The moan Kim Dokja let out was intentional—he wanted to get Yoo Joonghyuk more fired up, he wanted to feel desired and wanted.

“Damn slut,” Yoo Joonghyuk let out a breathless chuckle. “I didn’t know you like to get praised too.”

When Yoo Joonghyuk had started degrading him in bed—it hit a changing point in their sexual activity. Yoo Joonghyuk always liked to be gentle with him, as if he was something fragile.

But Yoo Joonghyuk knew better now. Kim Dokja likes it rough. He loves when he gets degraded.

Yoo Joonghyuk grabs the lube bottle that was on top of the shoe stand, coating his fingers in it and reaching down to Kim Dokja’s entrance, making him whimper.

Yoo Joonghyuk pressed the pad of his finger to his entrance, swirling it around in circles before sliding in slowly. “You’re so tight,”

Kim Dokja moaned, squirming and writhing against Yoo Joonghyuk as his fingers worked him open, going deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt inside of his ass. He gave one last thrust, hitting Kim Dokja’s prostate with ease and making him cry out.

“Good?” Yoo Joonghyuk teases, a devilish smirk painting his features.

“Fuckkkk…” Kim Dokja’s eyes struggled to meet Yoo Joonghyuk’s, too lost in pleasure to form a sentence but too proud to admit how good it feels.

Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his lips to Kim Dokja’s neck as he withdrew his fingers, only to replace them with his rock hard dick. He rubbed against Kim Dokja’s entrance, watching where they connected, almost in a trance.

“Dokja…Dokja-yah,” Yoo Joonghyuk said mindlessly. His eyes met Kim Dokja’s, and Kim Dokja felt his breath hitch in his chest as he watched those lust clouded eyes roam over his form. “Can I enter you without protection this time? I promise to pull out. I won’t cum inside. You’ll be safe with me.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes widened, disbelief all over his face.

“Joonghyuk-ah…I-I can’t let you do that,” he says as he tries to push Yoo Joonghyuk away from him, only for his grip to tighten around his waist.

“Please, Dokja, fuck,” Yoo Joonghyuk had a desperate look on his face. Kim Dokja was left baffled. “Pretty, let me take care of you.”

“Hm…”

“Please, gorgeous,” Yoo Joonghyuk continued his ministrations, licking and lightly nipping at Kim Dokja’s neck.

“Ah, fine, you win, but you have to keep your promise.” Kim Dokja said, feeling all flustered with the sudden use of pet names.

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t wait any longer, he couldn’t wait any longer, he grabbed Kim Dokja’s legs and made him wrap his legs around his waist and pushed the pulsating length in, going as deep as he could, stretching Kim Dokja wider than before.

The lube made it easy to slide inside, his dick fit perfectly around Kim Dokja’s tight walls, as if he was always meant to be there.

“Ah, hah—hnggghh…” Kim Dokja moaned at the feeling of being filled to the brim. He could feel the way Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock throbbed inside of him, he could swear he felt it get bigger. How was that even humanly possible?

Sex was getting so much easier, his body adjusted to it quickly, eager to please. Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth was all over his neck and face, licking and sucking, but never biting as he rocked his hips into Kim Dokja’s ass. Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip on his waist was so tight Kim Dokja was sure he would have bruises there afterwards. Kim Dokja didn’t mind. He always liked seeing the aftermath of their sexual activities, he loved the fact that he bruised easily, making the marks much harder to fade.

Kim Dokja’s hands pulled at Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair , pulling in response, earning a growl from the other Alpha. Yoo Joonghyuk slammed his hips forward, driving himself harder into Kim Dokja, making him cry out.

“Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk panted, his breathing ragged, his voice full of lust.

Kim Dokja whined, trying to hold onto Yoo Joonghyuk as he felt his eyes roll back in pleasure, his legs spread wider, his body melting in Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms.

“Ah, ah, ah—so good—oh! Ah! Fuck!”

Lost in the haze of pleasure, he threw his head back, exposing his neck to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Just then, all reason was lost for Yoo Joonghyuk. He growled, burying his face into the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck and biting down hard in the pale neck, breaking the skin on his scent gland and marking him.

“Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja screamed, feeling his body burn at the overwhelming sensations.

“Shh, I’ve got you, darling.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered. “You’re mine now, Dokja-yah.”

“Hnghh…fuck you, you bastard, how could you do this to me?” Kim Dokja sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty in front of him. Kim Dokja was already so damn lewd, but right now he seemed to reach a new level of sexiness. The tears streaming down his face only added to his allure. Yoo Joonghyuk was bewitched; he wouldn’t have been able to go on living if he let Kim Dokja go. If Kim Dokja ever got bored of him, he would actually lose it.

This was the only way to make him stay. Marking and making him into his mate officially.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue lashed against his wound, licking at his blood, and Kim Dokja gasped, feeling his fangs sink deeper into his flesh.

“Fuck—I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart, what have you done to me?”

“I always knew you were fucking obsessed with me, but I let it slide since I didn’t think you’d actually do anything. What drove you to act so impulsively?”

“You did. You go around flirting with just about anyone you come across, It always drives me mad.”

“What I do with other people is none of your fucking business. We agreed we were just fuck buddies, no feelings involved.” Kim Dokja said weakly, feeling his body slump against Yoo Joonghyuk as he can already feel the changes beginning.

His scent started becoming sweeter, immediately filling the room which reeked of sex and sweat.

Yoo Joonghyuk drank in his scent like a man starved. Lungful after lungful, he couldn’t get enough.

“That’s precisely why I did this. I knew you wouldn’t give yourself to me. I just did what had to be done. You can’t ever leave me now.”

Kim Dokja sobbed harder, feeling the fight leave his body.

“Mhm, just let me take care of you, sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything.” Yoo Joonghyuk said as he started moving inside of him again, his pace getting faster, making Kim Dokja let out hiccups.

“Fuckk, Dokja… I’m gonna knot you, Dokja-yah, mark you good, make you mine.” Yoo Joonghyuk hissed into Kim Dokja’s ear.

He might as well let himself enjoy it, Kim Dokja thought. He moaned and panted, rocking himself back onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. Yoo Joonghyuk grunted, thrusting into him harder.

“You feel incredible, Dokja.”

Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down, pressing his lips onto Kim Dokja’s. Their tongues danced together, tasting one another as Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips quickened.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s movements became erratic as he approached his orgasm, Kim Dokja felt his knot swell inside of him, streching him out impossibly wide, feeling so lost in pleasure. The knot locked itself in place, causing Kim Dokja to moan loudly and arch into Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest as he came hard, spilling his seed all over his stomach.

Yoo Joonghyuk let out a low grunt as he followed suit, releasing inside Kim Dokja with a groan, his knot pulsing as it pumped him full of his seed. He slumped on top of Kim Dokja, exhausted.

Yoo Joonghyuk them slowly picked Kim Dokja up, moving them to the bed, his knot still connecting them together. It didn’t hurt anymore, Kim Dokja thought, it actually made him feel very cozy.

The bed had a wardrobe in front of it, which had a mirror where they could see themselves in their most vulnerable form.

Yoo Joonghyuk pushed Kim Dokja down on the bed and made him turn around. Kim Dokja reached down to hold his ass cheeks open for Yoo Joonghyuk. Cum dripped down his hole and onto the bedsheets, dirtying them.

“So damn lewd,” Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down, pressing his chest into Kim Dokja’s back as he left kisses on his nape. “All mine.”

He reached up with his hands to wrap his fingers around Kim Dokja’s neck. “Open,” he commanded. Kim Dokja obeyed easily, letting his fingers fuck into his mouth.

Yoo Joonghyuk then withdrew his fingers, but his hand remained wrapped around his neck, a silent claim. He lined himself up with Kim Dokja’s sloppy wet hole, slamming all the way in, causing Kim Dokja to let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Ah—f-fuck!” Kim Dokja cried out, the stretch feeling delicious.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid,” Yoo Joonghyuk growled, his breathing ragged. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of anything but me.”

Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed Kim Dokja’s hair, yanking his head up, making him see his own expression in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you are.”

Kim Dokja felt his face burn in embarrassment. “Damn bastard, I hate you.”

“Mhm, I love you too.” Yoo Joonghyuk replied as he started moving again, his pace now unforgiving. Yoo Joonghyuk held Kim Dokja tightly, his grip bruising. Kim Dokja loved every second of it. The feeling of being desired has fucked his brain chemicals up, and he might just get addicted to sex with Yoo Joonghyuk.

Maybe being mates wasn’t so bad after all.