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Kim Dokja’s bunny ears quivered, flapping sadly on his shoulders. Yoo Jonghyuk’s hand comes up, gently caressing the inside of one of them. His nails drag across the soft fur, sending pleasure through Kim Dokja’s hyper aware body. He shudders, a small whine barely stifled back. He feels more than hears Yoo Jonghyuk’s pleased growl, the wolf alpha pressed unrelentingly against the poor bunny.
Not that he had much of a choice, the scenario in front of his eyes reminded him. But really, did he have to be this close? And did he have to tease his poor sensitive ears???
Why couldn’t it have been anyone other than Yoo Jonghyuk, Kim Dokja thinks, face flushing as he feels the aforementioned protagonist grab his other ear, softly tugging on them. He feels the alpha’s breath move closer, traveling from the top of his head down to the little area of his neck exposed by his coat. The breath is hot and indecent, not so much a breath as a reminder, and it’s only when Kim Dokja feels the telling sensation of sharp, dangerous fangs scratching near his scent gland that he finally comes back to himself.
“Yoo Jonghyuk,” a low rumble, “bad touch,” a soft huff of breath, teeth scraping, “ooh - ah, bad touch,” a tongue, softly caressing that sensitive bundle so slowly that he just wanted him to bite already - “VERY BAD TOUCH, YOO JONGHYUK - ”
An indignant bite is the only response he gets.
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Sub Scenario - Proof of Love
Category: Sub
Difficulty: D
Clear Conditions: Prove to a panel of hardened judges that love is as vibrant and passionate as ever. Participants must enter as a group (at least 2) and must keep physical contact and stay in the set scenario area for the full time limit.
Time Limit: 48 hours
Compensation: SSSS+ Grade Elixir, ?????, ?????
Failure: -
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Kim Dokja should know by now that mysterious optional scenarios that weren’t in Ways of Survival should just be avoided from now on.
He had thought it would be fine, after all, Uriel seemed pretty stoked about the scenario and none of the clear conditions seemed particularly sketchy. Sure, the two day time limit was weird (as well as the physical contact requirement) but Kim Dokja figured it would, at the very least, score them some easy coins.
And yet here he is, pushed up against the locked door of a darkened closet with a horny alpha petting at his scent gland.
He can’t even get any coins like this, trapped in a tiny ass closet supposedly invisible to the stream, and was all of his suffering for naught because he’ll apparantly have to be there for two whole days and stupid fucking dokkaebi. I bet he knew exactly what was up when he made that scenario, I should have never -
He’s brought out of his thoughts by a soft growl, as though Jonghyuk could tell that he was contemplating anything other than the hard and hot and very, very muscular body lined up right against his back.
“Stop thinking,” he says, a threatening squeeze of his hand reminding Kim Dokja of the power dynamic right now. A weak, herbivorous bunny omega and a strong, carnivorous wolf alpha trapped in a closet that they can barely move their elbows in.
It sounded like the description of a porn video, which is precisely how Kim Dokja feels. He can’t even tell if the area really is free from voyeurs - the indirect messages might just be blocked - but he can’t find it in himself to care because Yoo Jonghyuk is right there oh god.
His mind helpfully begins to provides various mental images of what exactly those porn videos tended to contain.
He involuntarily feels some slick leak, which doesn’t escape the nose of the alpha licking and nipping at his neck. A satisfied purr moves through Jonghyuk’s chest. One of his hands, previously petting and squeezing his floppy ears, makes its way down to the area just above his ass.
The area where his bunny tail is.
Oh god we need to stop - is what goes through Kim Dokja’s head, yet all that comes out of his mouth is a low moan. “Jonghyuk-ah,” he says, body instinctively moving closer to the warm alpha. His scent, a musky pinewood (with the undercurrent of something so dangerous and mysterious that it makes the omega sometimes wonder if tls123’s words could have ever described it correctly) fills the small closet they’re in, mixing with the heat-induced haze of cotton and vanilla that Kim Dokja is letting out.
He can’t even say he doesn’t want to, especially when he can feel another pulse of slick as the alpha slips his hands underneath his pants (but not before flicking his tail to tease him on the way down). In one swift motion - far too graceful than what he would have thought possible in such a small closet - his pants and boxers are pulled down. He feels another wave of slick coming, just as one of Yoo Jonghyuk’s fingers begins to press softly on his hole. It’s a teasing pressure, and he lets out a small whine, moving back towards it.
A small part of Kim Dokja wonders just what the hell he’s doing. He’s with Yoo Jonghyuk, the perfect alpha, perfect protagonist, taking the place of someone else’s mate. He shouldn’t be doing this - it’s wrong, he’s just a reader, not the love interest. He’s not Lee Seolhwa, the confident beta doctor - he’s Kim Dokja, a bunny omega that’s not even worth the protagonist’s time of day.
A larger part of him is too taken with the scent that’s filling the air. It smells like sex - nevermind the fact that they haven’t gotten to it yet - and it makes Kim Dokja’s head want to make stupid decisions, like pushing back and down hard enough that the tip of the alpha’s finger finally enters him.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, but the finger inside him doesn’t move. Kim Dokja lets out an impatient huff, and tries to move back even more, but the alpha’s finger instead slips out. “What - ”
“Kim Dokja,” the alpha says in his ear. It’s low and dirty, and the omega shivers. “Are you sure?” he asks, voice dangerously monotone, as though it’s taking everything in him to stop and ask the question. The hand that was previously fondling his ass is now on his waist, unmoving. Another shiver runs through him as the silence grows thicker.
“I - ” he begins. His brain is in a mess, running through all of his thoughts telling him to say no. He’s out of your league! You’re just Kim Dokja, the omega not even betas want. He has Lee Seolhwa.
“I don’t want Lee Seolhwa, ” the alpha says, and Kim Dokja startles. Had he been saying it out loud? “It’s all over your face. It’s what you said last time I tried to kiss you.” The omega’s ears droop. “How many times must I tell you? I don’t want Lee Seolhwa, I want you, Kim Dokja, ”
“Then show me,” he blurts out. The air still for a second, almost as though the world itself couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen, before the alpha presses two of his fingers into his slicked hole.
Yoo Jonghyuk’s fingers press incessantly against his walls, as though he’s trying to feel every last bit of the omega. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been here, the alpha seeming determined to prep him as long as humanly possible. He has four fingers in his ass, now, but the omega still thinks it might be too little.
He can, after all, feel the very long and very big hardened cock of the wolf alpha pressing up whenever he moves just a little to the right.
By now, Kim Dokja’s been reduced to a moaning mess by just the fingering - and really, he was a 28-year-old virgin, what did you expect - and the only thing that he seems capable of saying are repeating variations of “Ah, ah, ah,” “Holy shit, yes,” “Right there, right there, right there!” and a long drawn-out “Jonghyuk-ah.”
The last one makes the alpha press extra hard against the bundle of nerves Kim Dokja knows is there but has never actually found himself. A choked off scream leaves him, and he slumps forward, catching himself against the closet’s wall. Was it just him or did the room get bigger? “Say it again.” Jonghyuk says.
“Huh?” he says, still coming down from whatever the hell that was. Obviously the answer isn’t enough for the other man, as he firmly grabs the omega’s floppy bunny ears. He tugs roughly on them, and Kim Dokja’s neck snaps back as he takes a sharp intake of breath. His hands are against the wall, neck bared as his ears are held like some perverted form of a collar, and his ass is being pulled apart by four fingers.
“Say. It. Again.” Each word is punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.
“I don’t - ah, ah, ah,” he whimpers. Tears begin to gather at the edge of his eyes. “What do you - AH!” His toes curl as the fingers inside him begin to scissor, brushing up against his prostate but never quite pressing down hard enough to give him true pleasure. “I don’t - don’t know, what - hah, what you want.” He’s sure his legs are a mess - can feel his slick dripping obscenely onto the ground - and he can’t think for the life of him.
The fingers leave him, and Kim Dokja whines, moving his ass up against the leg of the alpha. He feels so - empty. His eyes are closed, and he can feel with vivid clarity his asshole contracting, letting out a fresh wave of slick each time. His cock is also dripping, untouched and useless on his stomach. In his haze, Kim Dokja slowly begins to move his hands to touch himself - anything, anywhere, just something but the unhappy voice of Yoo Jonghyuk stops him. “No.” he says. “You’ll either cum from - ” the omega suddenly registers the tip of the alpha’s cock teasingly touching his hole and oh god, yes, finally, please please please, “ - this, or you won’t cum at all.”
Impatience tugs at the omega’s mind, brain filled only with thoughts of getting fucked, being full of cum, getting pregnant with pups -
“Yoo Jonghyuk,” he says, trying to sound threatening. Even to his own ears it sounds like he’s begging. “Hurry up and - ”
“Good boy.” And with those two words, the alpha thrusts himself into the omega, and his world goes blissfully white for a few seconds.
When he comes to, his mouth is open, drool and tears making a mess of his face, and he’s getting pounded so hard that his legs feel like they would’ve given out if he wasn’t being held up by the wall and the hands tugging his ears back, always accompanied by a thrust.
All that seems able to come out of Kim Dokja is moans. His brain, rather than the haze from before, is suddenly very clear, as though its is trying to permanently ingrain this into his memory. He can feel everything around him - the cold wall, the hot hand on his ass, playing with his tail, the other hand gripping his ears, his neck, sensitive and tingling from the alpha’s biting, his hardened nipples, the way Yoo Jonghyuk sometimes slows down enough to wait for him to whine, beg, do anything if he would just continue -
It’s hot, it’s dirty, and Kim Dokja loves every minute of it. He’s dreamt of a moments like this before - in the safety of his own mind, during his heats, when all he wanted was for someone, anyone, to just touch him. When he felt so lonely, when childhood rhymes about sticks and stones became lies.
The alpha is playing with his tail now, tugging and flicking at it as he leisurely fucks into the omega. Each time he does it, Kim Dokja’s ass gets pushed open a bit more, letting slick leak out even more onto the alpha’s cock.
He’s whimpering, wants to hide his face in his arms, but he’s still being held by the ears, so his tears simply stream down, unobstructed, as he gets pounded into over, and over, and over again.
“Jonghyuk-ah,” he moans, as the alpha begins to slow down and draw out his thrusts, carefully sliding in and out. “Jonghyuk, Jonghyuk, Jonghyuk - ” The alpha’s thrusts slowly speed up, his hands spread his ass further apart.
Kim Dokja feels his insides churn as the alpha pushes his head down and his ass up, forcefully moving in and out all the while. In this position, bent over as far as the hands at his ears will let him, he can feel just how big the alpha is, the head of his cock, the beginning of where his knot would be, can feel the way he brushes up against his prostate and then presses down, and he -
He cums, screaming, convulsing around the dick inside of him. The alpha doesn’t let up, thrusting unrelentingly into him, drawing out his orgasm for so long that Kim Dokja can feel himself becoming overstimulated, his cock pathetically leaking.
He doesn’t know when he comes back from his high, legs exhausted, body covered in slick and cum. He feels as Yoo Jonghyuk carefully carries him to somewhere (Kim Dokja’s too caught up in his post-coital bliss to wonder where they’re going).
When he does end up coming to, the alpha is coaxing him into drinking a sip of water and eating a few slices of apple. He’s laid out on a plush bed, propped up by pillows. Yoo Jonghyuk is next to him, left hand on his thigh as per the scenario’s requirement, and Dokja blushes slightly as he remembers exactly what that hand had been doing just a few minutes ago.
“When your love grows stronger the room will grow with you,” was what Bihyung had said, and suffice to say, their little… romp had seemed to please whatever condition that the room had, blessedly gifting them with something akin to a one-room apartment. Granted, the kitchen attachment seemed far more outfitted than any apartment he’s been in (maybe it had something to do with Yoo Jonghyuk’s cooking abilities?) and the bed they’re laying on is king-sized, with smooth sheets and plush pillows. There’s even a small bookshelf next to a roaring fireplace, making the room basically the perfect temperature.
“I could stay like this forever… ” he murmurs, body spent after who knows how long they went at it.
“Kim Dokja,” Jonghyuk says, voice far too close to his sensitive ears than strictly comfortable. “What do you think you’re doing?” His hand is still resting on the omega’s thigh. It had been still until the alpha began talking, when it had then started to rub soft circles in the exhausted flesh. A satisfied sigh leaves Kim Dokja’s mouth.
“Resting,” he says. “We just went at it for at least three hours, I think I deserve a break.” And maybe a shower. And food.
“The timer said it’s only been 1 hour,” the alpha states, and sure enough, the scenario’s time limit shows that they still have a full 46 hours and 49 minutes.
“I’m still tired, though,” he whines. He turns away from Yoo Jonghyuk, laying his head down onto the pillow. It’s soft and plush, far better than what he’s used to, and is that silk?
“Kim Dokja,” Jonghyuk says again, hand tightening around his thigh. Alpha pheromones fill the room, and Kim Dokja is very, very aware of the situation that the stupid scenario has put him in.
“Yoo Jonghyuk, you stupid horny alpha, don’t you dare - ” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, the omega in him submitting to the low growl of the alpha next to him. The hand on his thigh tightens.
“Kim Dokja,” he says, almost reverent, breathless, like a promise. He can’t find it in himself to push him off (he’s sure that, even though it would most likely be impossible in any situation, the alpha would immediately stop should he ask him to) and he would be lying if he wasn’t at least a little horny still.
The man that he lusted for (subconsciously at first, then very glaringly as he got older) is whining to have sex with him. Sex that, Kim Dokja now knows, is mind-blowingly amazing.
And he feels a little guilty that the alpha never got to come, so he rolls over to face him, and presses his lips against his. It’s far gentler and more innocent than anything that’s happened in the last few hours, but he still feels his face heat up in embarrassment.
“Kim Dokja,” the alpha growls, before devouring his mouth in a much more sinful way than the omega had.
“Kim Dokja,” he says again, minutes later, smothering the smaller under his body, splaying his hands underneath the soft and quivering inside of his thighs, spreading them open for better access and leaving what he’s sure will become hand-shaped bruises later.
“Kim Dokja,” he says, holding him up against the wall, slowly teasing the man with short thrusts, feeling nails dig into his back as the poor omega struggles to find purchase somewhere. His neck is being attacked all the while, the alpha biting and licking him up as though he was trying to eat him.
“Kim Dokja,” he says, watching the now weeping omega struggle to move up and down on his lap, tugging impatiently on a floppy ear. His legs are tired, exhausted, and he can’t lift himself more than a few inches up before he inevitably moves back down. The omega’s tears are from a combination of exhaustion, edging, and the desperation to just let me come please -
“Kim Dokja,” he says, lifting his leaking ass towards his mouth, before proceeding to eat him out until he’s nearly out of tears. His hands absently play with the quivering bunny tail, causing even more slick to end up on his mouth. The taste of the omega’s slick is sweet, perfect, and far more delicious than any nectar or ambrosia that Olympus was so well known for.
“Kim Dokja,” he says, finally cumming inside of him, knotting the omega so unexpectedly that he silently screams, voice long gone, and passes out, still milking the alpha’s cum. His stomach grows slightly, a small bump appearing, and it makes Jonghyuk lose it, continuing to thrust inside the passed out omega.
“Kim Dokja,” he whispers, rocking inside the slowly awakening man. His knot has long since subsided, but even in sleep the omega didn’t seem to want it to leave him, tightening down so hard that he had woken from the pleasure.
By the end of the 48 hours, Kim Dokja’s not sure if he could even stand ever again. The alpha next to him doesn’t seem to mind, content with carrying him, bridal-style, out of the now full penthouse-sized room, complete with a built-in hot tub that they had cleaned up in, ended up dirtying themselves right afterwards, and then cleaned up in once more.
The only respite the omega feels is when Yoo Jonghyuk finally lets him put his clothes on, a mere five minutes before the counter ends and the room disappears, and his shirt and coat thankfully manage to cover the many bruises on his neck. The alpha had growled when he saw his “claims” (Kim Dokja internally rolls his eyes) but didn't put up too much of a fuss. After all, he still got to carry him out of the room like some debauched damsel-in-distress.
“Ahjussi, Master! How did it go?” Lee Jihye asks, far too innocently for her to not understand precisely what just happened.
“Dokja-hyung!” “Ahjussi!” He’s suddenly grateful that his coat hides most of the evidence of what happened in those last 48 hours. (He’s not exactly sure what he would’ve done to Yoo Jonghyuk if he had tarnished the innocence of their kids.) He makes a mental note to thank the Mass Production Maker next time he sees him.
“Dokja-ssi!” Yoo Sangah says, greeting them as they exit. Her eyes travel suspiciously to where Jonghyuk has his hand directly as Kim Dokja’s ass. His face flushes a bit, but the alpha simply grips him tighter. Yoo Sangah smiles tightly.
“Kim Dokja,” Han Sooyoung says, smirking. He feels his face heat up, mind moving back to the way Jonghyuk had -
Dear god, is even my name ruined by a fucking scenario?????
[Sub Scenario - Proof of Love has ended.]
[SSSS+ Grade Elixir, Ero’s Grapevine, and Cupid’s Bracelet has been acquired as a reward.]
[You have greatly impressed the judges. Additional compensation will be rewarded.]
[The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire is screaming!]
[The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire is asking to see what happened in the last 48 hours.]
[You have been sponsored 5,000 coins.]
[The constellation Abyssal Black Dragon is covering their eyes in embarrassment.]
[The constellation Secretive Plotter is wondering why constellation Demon King of Salvation blushes when his name is called.]
[The constellation Demon King of Salvation is asking his fellow constellations to please stop fucking with him.]
[The constellation Queen of the Darkest Spring says that they’re not the ones fucking with him, incarnation Yoo Jonghyuk is.]
[The constellation Father of the Rich Night says incarnation Yoo Jonghyuk must treat the Heir to the Underworld with respect.]
[The constellation Queen of the Darkest Spring is thinking of beginning wedding preparations.]
[The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire has a nosebleed.]
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