Work Text:
Cycle Friends:
BM: you A4A?
KJ: lmao
BM: ?
KJ: oh. you’re serious
KJ: i don’t fuck other alphas
BM: at all?
[KJ has left chat]
CF BOT: User KJ has unmatched with you. Would you like to see your other matches? Type Y or N
BM: N
CF BOT: Thank you for using our service. Have a good cycle!
“I guess that answers that.” Matthew tossed his phone onto the bed next to him.
The calendar on his wall was moving ever closer to the red circled 16TH when his rut was expected to start and he still had no partner. He could, technically, go through his rut by himself but it would be a miserable experience. He could, also technically, use the cycle finder app to meet up with an omega or beta for his rut. But that would also be miserable considering what he really wanted for this rut was to be held down and fucked blind. Fucking porn making his over senstive pre-rut brain latch onto stupid ideas. If he had not waited so goddamn long to decide on what he wanted for his rut he wouldn’t be crawling through every app on the i-store to find someone.
“I’m home.” From the living room his roommate called out. “You still here?”
“Yah.” Matthew called back, tempted to stay in bed and have a personal pity party.
“Still no luck?” Mark leaned against the doorframe, both of his arms crossed over his chest.
“Nope.”
“I have an idea.” Mark pushed off the door to come sit on the side of Matthew’s bed. “There is a kink app that I used for hookups before I met Yugyeom.”
Matthew was willing to try anything. The last thing he wanted was a two month depression dip caused by an unfulfilling rut. He hadn’t been part of the kink scene in almost three years. Work took up too much of his time and finding a Dom that suited his needs was complicated. Being a submissive alpha wasn’t as rare as the media liked to pretend it was. Nor was it shameful. It was just a matter of finding one that didn’t immediately think he wanted to be dominated 24/7.
“Alright, I’m in.” Matthew shuffled up into a sitting position, phone held out to Mark.
Dungeon Finder
“What a lame ass name.” Matthew half expected Mark to say it was a joke.
“You are aware this is still Korea, right?” Mark pointed out. “Anything more creative would be shut down or filled with creeps.”
“If you say so.” He still didn’t trust it but he trusted Mark. “I’ll give it a few days. If nothing comes up, I’ll figure something out.”
Making the profile took longer than he expected. There were sections for Hard Lines and Soft Lines. Sections for preferred play styles and partners. For once the easiest part of the process was picking out a picture. Since it was a kink site Matthew added a gym selfie as well as a softer picture hoping that one of them would spark interest. Now he just had to wait.
***
Dungeon Finder:
New Message from JJ - 24(F), Hard Dom, Alpha
JJ: Hey. You a catfish or actually a submissive alpha?
The message came in during the busiest part of Matthew’s work day. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. Technical issues ruined three different interviews for their podcast, two of which could not be rescheduled. When they got the technical issues fixed, the internet went down. When the internet came back up, all their files from the day had been deleted mid-upload.
Dungeon Finder:
BM: yes
He had meant to add more to it but his day picked up again. He lost himself in the flow of work until finally they locked the doors and he was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Your phone went off.” Ashley slumped in her chair, her hair failing out of its once stylish braid. She had spent most of the way working miracles on their tech while Matthew used every ounce of diplomacy in his body to keep the guests from rioting. “The hell is Dungeon Finder?” Across the table Peniel arched a far too knowing eyebrow.
“Please, god, don’t ask.” Matthew swiped his phone from her so he could hold the traitorous screen against his chest. “I’m literally begging you not to ask today.”
“I’ll ask tomorrow.” Ashley smiled.
Groaning, Matthew got to his feet and shuffled to his office. The door didn’t lock but Ashley and Peneil would respect the request for privacy. That was if the two were still in the building. Any sane member of staff would have ran for the hills the moment they turned off the ON AIR sign.
Dungeon Finder:
BM: i’m sorry. It was a incredibly bad day at work
BM: if you haven’t written me off, I am a submissive alpha
BM: i’m looking for an alpha to take me through my rut
“Please, please.” Matthew pressed the phone to his forehead in a desperate prayer. “Please, god, I just need one thing to work out.”
Another two minutes went by before his phone went off with a notification from the app. He quickly deleted the request for Mark to order the largest pity pizza that could legally be sold to them. He was almost afraid to open the notification in case it was “JJ” turning him down. He hadn’t even clicked onto her profile to see what she looked like. He would take literally any alpha who wasn’t a creep or an asshole.
Dungeon Finder:
JJ: it’s good. I’ve been there
JJ: how close is your rut?
BM: three days, give or take
JJ: cutting it close
BM: I spent 2 weeks on Cycle Friend and well…it didn’t work out
JJ: and now you’re here
BM: did I mention I had an incredibly bad day at work?
JJ: three days is not a lot of time to build trust for a rut
BM: thanks for the interest, hope you have a good week
JJ: i didn’t say i wouldn’t do it. I said it wasn’t a lot of time. You got dinner plans?
BM: no?
JJ: there is a diner by your listed location called Mujabee. Want to meet up?
BM: yes, please. Need about 20 minutes to close up and I can head over
JJ: I’ll meet you there. Tell the waiter you’re meeting Jiwoo and they’ll bring you over
He could cry. He might be crying. The sheer relief of being given the time of day was mixing with his pre-cycle hormone flux. Matthew hoped that whatever came of this he could meet Jiwoo outside of his cycle Do Or Die week so that he could prove he wasn’t always an over emotional mess.
Mujabee was a much smaller diner than Matthew had expected. The breakfast bar took up most of the space, leaving room for only two small circular tables and three booths tucked up against the far wall. Usually in small diners, it would be impressive to have a few seats taken up at any given time but Mujabee was packed end to end.
“Hi.” A waiter with fluffed blonde hair waved from behind a line of bodies at the counter. Matthew was just barely able to see him to wave back.“Pick up?”
“I’m meeting someone.” Matthew stepped forward, trying to get close to the diner. He checked his phone again to make sure: “Jiwoo.”
“Oh.” The tag on the waiter’s shirt flashed as he moved to the register. Yukwon looked him up and down in a quick assessment. “Matthew?” He nodded. “She’s over in the corner. Special seating.” Special seating was a two person booth over by the door to the kitchen area that was clearly meant for the waiters to sit rather than customers. “Don’t worry, our serial killer only comes in on Tuesdays.”
“It’s Tuesday.” Matthew laughed, some of his nervousness bleeding out.
“So it is.” Yukwon grinned wickedly. “Guess you gotta be nice to our girl.” Matthew crossed his heart over his shirt. “You can head over. Someone will be around in a few minutes to grab your order.”
The pathway from the front door to where Jiwoo sat reading a laminated menu was tight. A snake would have an easier time than a full grown man. But he managed it with only a few bumps into other people who refused to be polite. Matthew suspected that a few of the elbows he got while maneuvering his way over were from people who also felt protective of the woman. At least one of them was wearing the diner uniform. In all fairness, Matthew was protective as a bear when Ashley went on dates so he couldn’t fault them for making sure he knew that disrespect would not be tolerated.
“Hi.” Matthew stood at the edge of the booth offering a smile with his bow. “I’m Matthew.”
“Jiwoo.” She smiled up from the menu. “You gonna sit?”
With the invitation formally extended, Matthew slid into the small vinyl booth seat. He was once again reminded that he had not looked up her profile besides the small blurb that had appeared with her first message. So instead of getting his world rocked in the privacy of his office or the semi-privacy of the taxi, he got to be knocked on his ass in real time. Jiwoo was sharp featured with eyes that left him feeling naked with their intensity.
“You’re cute.” Jiwoo smirked over the menu when she noticed his floundering.
“Thanks.” Matthew squirmed a little. “You’re also cute.”
“I feel like I’m on a bumble date.” Jiwoo ditched the menu so she could lean forward, her arms crossed on the table and making her cleavage more pronounced. “Am I just cute?”
“You’re incredibly hot.” The blush crawled up from his neck and went directly to his hairline. “I admittedly haven’t been on a date in at least a year.”
Jiwoo’s slitted eyebrow arched up. Was there a polite way for him to ask to be pegged until his brain melted out? Was it too early in their dinner date? Rut be damned, Jiwoo could snap his spine any time she wanted purely for her vibes alone.
“You ever been with another alpha?” Jiwoo asked, a hand raising to call the waiter over.
“Yeah.” Matthew did a quick scan of the menu. “Had a couple exes who were alphas. You?”
“Yeah.” Long nails drummed on the table, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the thin bands of her silver rings. "I like submissives of all types.”
“Oh, shit. Hi Matthew.” Only slightly bewildered, Matthew blinked in surprise at Taeil. “This is the guy, Jiwoo?” She nodded, just as confused as him. “We’re gym buddies. Be nice, he’s a puppy.”
“I’m getting a new gym buddy.” Matthew pinched the bridge of his nose.
“C’mon man. We both know she already figured that out.” Taeil patted his shoulder with absolutely no sympathy. “You guys ready to order?”
One of the good things about hooking up with someone on an app meant for sex was that it cut a lot of bullshit out. Matthew didn’t have to try to decipher if Jiwoo would be interested in making him into a puddle of goo. It allowed him to actually enjoy the conversation they had over the meal without worrying about coming off too forward. Not that Jiwoo would have minded, she seemed to enjoy the fact that he was blunt.
“Come back to my place.” Jiwoo offered when they were standing in the parking lot.
“You sure?” Matthew glanced back at the diner to find a bunch of eyes staring back. “They might kill me.”
“Your rut is soon. I’d like to see if we’re compatible before your brain checks out.” She looked at the wall of eyes and then very pointedly pulled him down for a kiss. “Besides, I want to see how cute you can be while begging.” Matthew might have stumbled from how shaky his knees became. “C’mon, puppy.”
***
The day his rut was predicted to start, Matthew found himself on his knees in Jiwoo’s apartment. He knelt perfectly still, a set of keys in one hand and his own leash in another. Sitting on a black chaise lounge, Jiwoo was dressed in all red from her makeup to the leather outfit. Her long nails had been removed in preparation for his Rut and replaced with removable metal claw rings. One long, pale thigh was barely two inches away from his hands but he had not been given permission. He was told to sit, facing the couch with his leash waiting for her to take it and the keys as a nonverbal way to tap out if needed.
“What’s your color?” Jiwoo sipped her wine.
Matthew shifted a little on his knees to allow for blood flow but it was not bad enough to require a change of position. “Green, Sir.”
“Thank you.” She graced him with a pleased smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Warm, Sir.” A slow fire had started building along his spine that wasn’t from kneeling. “I think I might be starting.”
Jiwoo finished her wine, the red of her lipstick leaving an imprint on the glass. Matthew inhaled sharply when his head was encased in warm skin. The blunted tips of the metal claws ran along his scalp, down his neck and then pulling his face flush to her leather covered pelvis.
“Lick.”
It took so much brain to keep his hands up with the items. The majority of his thought process was dedicated to running the flat of his tongue along the seam in search of a taste. He lapped at the material like a dog, trying not to rub his own pelvis against the lounge’s side.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Jiwoo hummed with approval. “Pretty boy." Matthew whined high in his throat. "Do you want my strap?" Matthew whined again, still licking the leather.
The tension in his spine was tightening. A cloud was rolling into his mind making thinking hard. All he could do was keep licking and hold his arms up while his dick began to ache. If he was good he would get taken care of like he desperately needed to be.
"Good boy." Jiwoo tugged at his hair to make him pull back. Tongue still out, Matthew gave his best puppy eyes. "Put the keys on the couch and give me your leash." He obeyed, his muscles grateful for the break. "Thank you. Follow me."
Leash in hand, Jiwoo led him on all fours to the bedroom, right up to the edge of the bed. The black sheets and duvet smelled like her perfume undercut by the scent of citrus. Without thinking, Matthew leaned forward and rubbed his face against the material. They had practiced this every day since their meet-up at Mujabee. Being in her apartment, in her den, on her bed demanded submission. Making this a pattern would keep his hormone brain from thinking Jiwoo was a threat. Three days was not enough to build true trust, but Matthew knew he wasn't in danger from the smaller alpha.
"Up." The leash tugged only enough to catch his attention.
Laying out on the bed, Matthew took time to roll in the scent. He had always loved the way his own woody scent mixed with others. It soothed some of the loneliness that dogged him when he wasn't in the studio.
"On your back." Jiwoo's order came through his haze. "I have a reward for you."
His reward for being so good was Jiwoo riding his face. The leather was gone leaving only hot skin encompassing his head. Wrapping his arms around Jiwoo's thighs, Matthew licked into her with the same fervor as before. With low moans, Jiwoo carefully rocked back and forth.
"Such a good boy." The metal claws scratched at his scalp. "If you can make Sir cum, I'll fuck you just like I promised."
Matthew's hips bucked up. He wanted that. He needed it. Sinking well into his rut, Matthew would do anything and everything his partner wanted. Their pleasure was his pleasure and he needed to make sure they were drowning in it. Adjusting his grip, Matthew rolled them so Jiwoo was on the bed and he could have better access.
"Look at me." Jiwoo ordered and he obeyed. There was a long moment, her eyes piercing into his. Assessing. "Okay, you can continue."
He mumbled out an approximation of thank you, the words rough from a growl. Pressing two fingers into her, Matthew used every bit of knowledge he had. He sucked and lapped while his fingers moved in and out. Occasionally he would look up, finding Jiwoo leaned against the pillows like a queen, her platinum white hair a river of starlight against the dark bedding. One hand rolled a pierced nipple where she had pulled a breast from her shirt. He wanted that in his mouth too.
Leaning up, Matthew latched on to suck at the metal hoop. Her moan threatened to make his knot pop.
"Back down." Jiwoo ordered.
So down he went. Why had he never gotten a Dom for his rut? The feeling of being taken care of, not having to worry about losing control because someone else was in control. It was all stuff he liked in the bedroom, but didn't think his rut brain would accept.
"Matthew." His name was a breathless sigh. The thighs around his head tightened, her hands pressing him firmly against her as she rode her clit against his tongue. "Almost."
The rush of slick liquid over his face was euphoric. Her citrus scent flooded the room, pleased and still saturated with arousal. He hadn’t been told to stop so he didn’t. Fingers still moving in and out, Matthew sucked on the stiffened knot that Jiwoo’s clit had become getting another throaty moan. His rut brain demanded that he pushed until all the pleasure could be wrung from his partner.
"Good boy." Jiwoo moaned again, legs fell away but Matthew rubbed his face against her folds. "Don't be greedy." The whine he gave was pitiful.
Shuffling back, Matthew gave Jiwoo space to move. It gave him a line of sight to the nightstand covered in other items. The black harness next to the silicone strap, a box of condoms and an industrial size bottle of lube. There was also a fleshlight with its own harness so his knot would get the stimulation it needed. He might be in love.
"Pants off." Jiwoo climbed off the bed to begin putting the harness on.
No one could blame him if it took a few extra seconds for his brain to catch up. The tink, tink, tink of the metal claws falling into a bowl brought some level of reality. It allowed him to make his limbs move enough to undress. Pressing his face into the spot where the scent of Jiwoo's orgasm was strongest he waited.
"Knees up." Jiwoo ordered and he obeyed. The fleshlight was tight, making him shake and whine. "It's okay, pup." Jiwoo soothed. "I'm going to fuck you even if you pop your little knot early."
"Sir." Matthew squirmed again when she twisted it.
"It's not as good as mine." She cooed, twisting it again. "Maybe if you're very, very good you can knot-"
Jiwoo didn't need to finish the statement. Matthew bucked into the fleshlight, his rut brain half convinced it was his partner. Jiwoo pressed the fleshlight up and moved it a slow, small circle making him cry out. His knot grew, the size of it testing the limits of the fleshlight.
"A good start." Jiwoo kissed his shoulder, then his cheek. "Look at me, Matthew." Her eyes were sharp again. "Can you tell me how you’re feeling?"
He kissed her. His brain was incapable of forming words at that moment. Matthew hoped that he conveyed that he felt safe and cared for and they'd both gotten off. "Sir." Matthew moaned into another kiss. "I need you." She held his face and traced his mouth with her tongue.
Matthew's brain went blessedly blank when the thick silicone strap pushed in. Jiwoo had left the fleshlight, slick with lube and his own release, attached to his dick. The pleasure of both stimulation wiped out any chance of lucidity. Face pressed into the soft pillow that Jiwoo left for him, Matthew breathed around the fullness. His body wasn’t used to being used like this during his rut and he was pleased to find that it only deepened the pleasure. There was no impulse for violence. No need to pull himself off the dildo and shove himself into her. Matthew could just kneel there, ass gaped wide around his Sir’s cock and mewl like a bitch in heat to his heart’s content.
"Good job, pup." Jiwoo praised. "Taking my cock so good." Matthew hummed happily at the praise. "You're just a cute little thing, desperate to be of use." He moaned. "I'll fuck you good."
Jiwoo pulled out, paused for a moment, and then snapped her hips back. Matthew rocked forward at the motion. She repeated twice, each time Matthew gasped. He wanted to be fucked, he needed it.
"I know, baby." Jiwoo petted his hair sweetly. "I'm going to give you what you need." Another sharp thrust. "I'm going to use you like a fleshlight, just how you deserve." His dick jerked in the toy. "Lie there and take it, baby."
Pleasure bled time into a formless river. The only solid things in Matthew's world was the thick dildo fucking into him and the pillow he was drooling into. Jiwoo fucked him through at least three orgasms before she slowed her pace. On instinct, Matthew rocked back to meet her thrusts. He was needy from a year of no contact and two solo ruts.
"Pretty boy." The low rumble of a growl made his knees shake. Fuck he was going to propose after this. "Go on, fuck yourself on my strap."
Rising up onto his elbows, Matthew rocked back and forth. He couldn't get quite the same intensity but he made up for it in speed. Each time the warm leather of the harness pressed against his skin, Matthew moaned. He wanted to turn around and bite at it. Pull the straps until they broke and he could bury his face back into his partner. She smelled so good.
"Ssssir." Matthew slurred out, his knot forming again. "I want your knot."
"Soon, baby." Jiwoo dragged blunt nails up his thighs.
Brain too far gone to keep forming words, Matthew pushed himself back onto the strap. Squeezing his eyes closed, he gripped the fleshlight. He hadn't expected there to be a button, nor had he expected the fleshlight to suddenly start vibrating. Matthew screamed, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. It was too much. The grinding on his insides, the vibrator on his knot, all of it. There was no escape from any of it. Pleasure bled into pain bled into pleasure. His knot grew until the hard plastic threatened to leave indents in his skin. The strap in his ass also began to inflate, making the needy thing in his brain writhe in ecstasy.
Jiwoo yanked him back by the hair to whisper, “you’re so cute.” The knot in his ass began to move and reality began to fray at the edge. “Just a sweet boy who likes to be bred.” She pumped the flesh light in time with her hips. “Sir’s little pup making such pretty sounds for me.” Matthew panted and cried and screamed through another orgasm. “Just for you, baby.” A rush of cool, sticky liquid shot through the strap and into his abused ass. “I’m so proud of you.”
For a while Matthew floated happily somewhere in the vicinity of Jupiter. He could vaguely feel his body being moved around by whatever braincell had survived being fucked to literal oblivion. Jiwoo fed him sips of water while cleaning them up. She even used a sweet smelling oil to massage out the cramped muscles of Matthew’s thighs, ass and lower back. The press of her fingers into his muscles helped push him farther out of his head.
“You’re so cute.” Jiwoo dabbed a cool rag on his face. “Already blissed out and we’re just getting started.” Matthew whined, dick already getting hard. “Do you want something warm to knot?” He nodded, unable to speak. “Lie on your back.”
The tearing of plastic should have been a give away. Or maybe the thick, rut-grade latex being rolled on his dick. But no. Matthew was so lost in his head that when Jiwoo worked herself down all he could do was moan.
“Good job, baby.” She hummed happily, the metal nails once again back on her fingers. The blunted tips dragged down his chest. “Can you make me knot again?” Matthew’s hips twitched up. “You’ll have to try harder than that, pup.” He tried again but couldn’t get much movement. “Oh, sweety.” Jiwoo moved her hips and Matthew saw god.
Matthew’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jiwoo began to ride him. Everything was so much. The pleasure of her fucking down onto his dick. The pain of the metal nails leaving raised lines as they dragged down his chest. There was a slap to his face that made his dick throb. Her hands wrapped around his throat, making Matthew lose his sense of reality.
“C’mon, sweetheart.” Jiwoo’s voice crooned in his ear. “Help me knot.”
Gripping her hips, Matthew’s brain connected enough synapses to get his feet under him. Thrusting up in short, fast movements, he chased his own orgasm hoping Jiwoo would follow him. Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the torrent of pleasure to build and build and build until it snapped. The world fell away to white fuzz and the pleased scent of his Sir washing over him.
***
Waking up, Matthew discovered he was surprisingly lucid. He was used to spending the whole of his rut in a three day haze of tacky lube and cheap toys. Peeling his eyes open, he found Jiwoo lying next to him still asleep. She was dressed in his shirt, and a pair of shorts. At some point between him passing the fuck out and now, Jiwoo had showered though she worn his shirt - likely to appease his tiny alpha brain from getting upset.
Matthew dropped a kiss on her cheek before forcing himself out of the bed. He wanted a shower and maybe some food before the next wave of his rut hit. Wobbling his way to the bathroom he found that everything had been set out for him. A towel, change of clothes from his duffle bag, and his shower items lined in a basket next to the shower. The hot water was divine against his cramped muscles, Matthew spent a few minutes just digging his thumbs into his lower back. If he got a slipped disc, he’d name it Jiwoo and probably still thank her.
“You okay in there?” Speak the devil and (s)he shall appear.
“Yeah, almost done.” Matthew didn’t realize he had spent so much time under the spray.
“Take your time. I’m going to put together some food, you’ll be sliding into another wave soon.” Jiwoo reached through the curtain to feel around until Matthew kissed her palm. “You’re cute.” Her hand followed his face down to rest on his scent gland a moment before retreating. “Yeah. About an hour, tops.”
“Your sense of smell is amazing.” Matthew very quietly sniffed his skin.
“Don’t worry pretty boy, you don’t stink.” He flushed bright red. “I’ve taken plenty of alphas through ruts. After a while you learn the levels.”
Jiwoo’s exit from the bathroom was so quiet that Matthew might have missed it if he hadn’t heard the door click behind her. Between the gentle treatment, the rough fuck, and his own easily swayed heart Matthew was already falling head over heels for the pretty alpha. He wanted to take her on a real date, maybe let her beat the shit out of him on a frequent -preferably daily- basis. However those were Post-Rut plans. He still had another two days of being fucked within an inch of his life to enjoy before he was allowed to think too hard.
“Food is ready.” Jiwoo called out from the hallway. “Meet me in the bedroom.”
If Matthew nearly fell over his own wet feet getting out of the shower to obey, at least no one was there to laugh at him but himself.