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Huh…?
This sensation rucked through him, ruining him forever to come. Yoo Joonghyuk, this damn sneaky bastard! It was all his fault. It was always his fault—when was it not?
His hands played lightly on his clit, pressing against it with just enough pressure to draw pleasure. Though, just because it was enough doesn’t mean that it was enough for what Kim Dokja really hungered for.
“Are—are you just going to sit there and watch?” Kim Dokja squeezed his thighs tighter, but Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand only parted them again. His fingers played lightly with his clit again, drawing only a gasp out of him, but it wasn’t enough. And clearly, Yoo Joonghyuk knew that fact too, with the obviously smug but I’m trying to hide the fact that I’m smug look on his damn face. Even if he successfully stabilized that bastard mouth of his, stopping it from twitching like a madman, he couldn’t stop his eyebrows from quirking like crazy.
Kim Dokja felt like he was a frog about to be dissected. Or some other lab animal being observed. Was Yoo Joonghyuk really going to spend all night staring at him, as if this were a live anatomy demonstration?
“Yoo Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja nearly screamed. His feet pressed against his shoulders, pushing him back. “If you’re just going to look at me like I’m some damn animal, we’re going to sleep. Give me my pants back.”
Immediately, Yoo Joonghyuk’s face looked crestfallen. His eyebrow twitched, though in a different pattern this time. Kim Dokja immediately recognized it as the feeling of disappointment.
Really? This brat sat there doing nothing, and expected there wouldn’t be consequences for his actions. How foolish.
“No,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. He grasped at Kim Dokja’s bare thigh. His slightly-wet fingers grazed against his skin. It was uncomfortable. “We’re having sex.”
Just as Kim Dokja was about to curse him out for doing so, he did the unthinkable. Fingers came up, pressing against his cunt. They parted his folds, if just slightly, before breaching.
The stretch wasn’t new. Still, it managed to part him completely. His cunt clung onto the fingers, unwilling to let go. Even as Yoo Joonghyuk tried to plunge deeper, they stopped his movement, stuck against him all the same.
Hooking his fingers upwards, Kim Dokja’s feet went flying once more. White burned itself into his retinas, a sharp keen erupting from his throat.
To say he was weak to pleasure would be an understatement. That was clear enough, from his shaky thighs and his toes—which weakly pressed against Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. He only hoisted his legs up further at the movement, somehow managing to plunge even deeper this time.
Circles were traced inside of his flesh, prodding and poking. Movements, so clumsy they could be called pathetic, still caused Kim Dokja to shudder. In all honesty, he ached for more.
Kim Dokja knew he was greedy, but to this extent? It was new for him too.
“You bastard,” Kim Dokja cursed. A moan forces itself onto his tongue as Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers crooked again. Stickiness clung onto his thighs as fingers continued to plunge in and out of him, again and again, driven by a single-minded force. His lips, bitten red, prohibit any noise from escaping. It’s futile though, groans slipping from Kim Dokja’s throat either way.
Yoo Joonghyuk was truly too skilled. Too skilled for his own good.
“Ngh… Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja whined. “Enough, enough.”
The fingers popped out of him just as quick as his words came out. Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a questioning glance, his eyes burning with an indescribable hunger.
Kim Dokja gulped, quick breaths swallowed down as his voice returned. Stabilizing his tone, he somehow managed to form a complete sentence. “Go, shove it in already. You want it too, don’t you? Don’t hold yourself back.”
It didn’t seem like he had to say it twice. Loud shuffling sounds came from Yoo Joonghyuk as he somehow rid himself of his pants in one motion, throwing them off somewhere to the side. It collided with the floor, almost too loud against Kim Dokja’s buzzed mind.
There was no care for the mess on his hands, smeared with Kim Dokja’s fluids. He grasped at his cock, and Kim Dokja swallowed, preparing his mind for what was next.
“Ugh…” Kim Dokja couldn’t help the groan falling from his lips as Yoo Joonghyuk breaked him, his cock parting the mess that was Kim Dokja’s cunt. The stretch, overwhelming, pressed inside each and every part of him. It seemed to invade all of his senses, spreading to even his mind.
Of course, Yoo Joonghyuk had sensed it too. Kim Dokja glanced at him, eyes semi-bleary from the sensation. He could see Yoo Joonghyuk’s jaw tensed, his hands gripping on his thighs. The pressure was surely enough to bruise, but he couldn’t pay mind to that right now. Not when Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock slowly eased itself inside of him, filling each and every ridge of his body.
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk gritted. “Why—why are you so tight…?”
“Fuck.” Kim Dokja grasped onto the sheets as he tried to grab onto the last strands of his sanity. A whimper snaked out of his mouth, slipping through bitten lips.
“How,” Kim Dokja sputtered. “How would I know?”
This guy was truly insane. Even worse, he was huge. Fuck.
Kim Dokja glanced down, the bulge of his cock peeking through his stomach. Of course. This wasn’t a new occurrence, but every time it happened, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but gulp.
One day, Yoo Joonghyuk really would get him pregnant. Each time he fucked into him, Kim Dokja would be damned if the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock didn’t reach his womb.
Just as Yoo Joonghyuk shifted, Kim Dokja’s vision whitened out again.
A keen, he could hear it coming from somewhere. It was high-pitched, loud against his ears. It struck through him even as the sensations seemed to override his ability to process the happenings around him.
“You’re,” Yoo Joonghyuk pushed him down onto his cock again, fully breaching. Fuck, it was touching his womb. Kim Dokja was sure of it. “You’re so fucking loud, Kim Dokja.”
That keen—Kim Dokja suddenly realized. It shocked his dazed mind. That keen, it was him?
He clenched down, his traitorous body lavishing at such a thought. His damn cunt was hungry for more, desperate for more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s length. The stretch was nearly killing him, and yet his body wanted more?
“Ugh, Kim Dokja.” The hands on his hips only tightened their grip. His pace quickened impossibly so, fucking up, again and again. It breached his womb, his voice pattering out like rain, his thoughts dissipating quick. They evaporated as Yoo Joonghyuk continued to slam into him, thrusts so mindless they could be compared to that of a wild animal
Yoo Joonghyuk was a beast. An animal in rut. There was no other explanation.
But Kim Dokja must be in heat too, then. His cunt ached at the stretch, but it consumed it eagerly. The warmth in his stomach pooled, overflowing. He could feel it—feel himself squirt all over Yoo Joonghyuk as he pounded into him, his warm come flooding his insides.
Fuck… Would he get pregnant from this? His cunt fluttered as the words passed over his mind.
His damn traitorous body…