#dokja x you

[onirique-amaranth]

helloo, may i request for another kim dokja x top male reader smut? thank you.

⎮Soft worries⎮

⏤ Characters: Dokja⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Dokja, top/dom male reader, dacryphilia, nothing extreme, soft ending

⏤ 2.600 words

The sun has already gone down when you ended the fight, sword covered in red thick fluid, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you pant, lungs burning. You step forward, staggering as you kneel to grab some documents before walking back to where you came from. You could only see passed-out people around you, on the ground, some more injured than the others, but you weren't feeling guilty. On your way back, you feel discouraged, you knew Dokja was waiting for you, but you felt too tired to move, so you sat down. Your back pressed against a wall with your head thrown bad, you look at the sky, eyelids growing heavy as you just felt the need to fall asleep.

The streets were silent as nobody was walking around, this part of the city has been deserted a while ago, and it was one of the reasons why you and Dokja decided to install a camp here. For once, your nights weren't interrupted by people screaming and the sounds of fighting, also, most of the main or sub scenarios weren't available here, so you could easily rest. You spend the last three days searching for some information, and you were supposed to come back this night, at least that was the plan before the tiredness took over your body.

You feel your muscles relax, your body slumping against the brick wall, oblivious to the shadow moving closer to you. The moonlight shone through the destroyed city, light reflected by the broken windows as you stare blankly at the sky. The sudden sounds of footsteps near you made you jump, grabbing your sword immediately, the sharp blade pressed against your assailant's neck. You push the person against the wall, ready to cut their throat open, but you calm down as you see the short man in front of you. The strong wind makes his white coat move behind him, he was looking at you without talking, long eyelashes fluttering as he observes you. You withdraw your weapon, making sure you did not hurt him in the process, placing your hand on his shoulder as you apologize. His small, fragile neck could be broken by your hands with any sudden movement, and you almost did kill him. You step away slowly, leaving him the space to stand up straight.

He sighs before taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping away the blood that was on your face. The comfortable silence envelops you as he cleans you up, checking if you had any injuries. There was a calm atmosphere enveloping the two of you, but you could feel a certain tension coming from him, a hidden rage that he was keeping under control. As his handkerchief gets stained by the blood, he froze when he noticed the long and deep cut you had on your neck, and he snapped, all control is completely gone.

He wasn't yelling, but his words held venom as he scolded you, disapproving of how you weren't taking care of yourself, especially when he saw you accepting to sleep outside instead of just walking back to the camp. Despite the anger he was showing, you could see the anxiety in his eyes, worrying about your health as you disappeared for days without sending him any updates. He took your copy of the Infinite Dimension Space Coat out of his inventory, draping it over your shoulders, covering your bloody clothes and protecting you from the cold wind. And then, he helped you to walk by placing one of your arms around his shoulders, heading to your camp. Before you could say anything to protest, his glare shut you up, and you followed him tiredly without adding anything.

The soft light of the candles calmed you down, the stress and tension from the previous fight vanishing, as you sit down on a chair. You watch Dokja quickly discard his coat before grabbing the first aid kit, kneeling in front of you as he treats your wounds. You groan at the painful sensation of the alcohol on your cuts, jaw clenched as you kept yourself from cursing out loud. You see his hand reaching out for your face as he tenderly strokes your cheek with his thumb, making your head lean into his palm, closing your eyes.

He still continued to focus on the rest of the wounds, helping you take off your shirt as some spots were stained by your blood. He observes silently your upper body, checking on every cut or bruise, sometimes letting his fingers graze the injuries gently, watching in amazement how your body was reacting to his touch. And finally, he put a bandage around your last wound, leaving a soft kiss over it. He stays on his spot, seeing you relax slowly as the pain wasn't as strong as before, and he decides to let you rest.

You let your back hit the back of the chair, exhaling as the pain subsided. You close your eyes and let your body relax, as you were able to let your guard down, after so many days of being on constant alert. Without knowing it, you were drifting on to sleep. All the stress and pressure tired you out and as you were closing your eyes, you feel a soft feeling against your lips. You froze, taken aback by the sudden contact, almost thinking you were dreaming even if it felt so real. You gasp as he bites your lower lip, and a tongue makes its way into your mouth. With your eyes still closed, you let this tongue invade your mouth, you could feel Dokja moan softly into the kiss, hands gripping your shoulder, but still conscious enough to avoid your wounds.

Still sitting on the chair, you wrap your hands around his waist, letting him whimper and drool into the kiss. His legs quivered as he fell down onto your lap, both his legs straddling you, hips almost rolling against yours. He kept whispering your name in between each kiss, all the love, admiration and worry pouring out as he held you close as if he was making sure you were really here, with him. These last three days have been hellish for him as he has no idea in what state you were and where you left to. He spent hours tracking you down, so he could make sure you weren't in a tight situation, but you were finally back, with him.

As seconds pass by, you feel your breath shorten, but Dokja was still refusing to let go of you. You tap his shoulder softly, trying to make him detach himself from you to no avail until you feel yourself getting light-headed, and you just grab his neck, pulling him away from your face. As you catch your breath, throat and lungs burning, you watch as he looked dazed, cloudy eyes with some tears gathering on his lash line. Guilt spread into your heart, as you tug him forward, holding him protectively into your arms, listening to his sniffles and as he was rambling about how worried he was for you, that he thought you would never come back.

You rubbed his back slowly, trying to calm him down, his hold tightening around your shoulders as he buries his face deeper in your shoulder. He finally looked up at you with teary eyes, dried tears on his cheeks and a relieved smile, head leaning forward as he connects your lips again, his hunger showing through his hastiness. Your hand moved to his hips, feeling him starting to grind onto you, pants tightening around your crotch. His hands slid down your back, nails scratching your skin as he speeds up his movements, the pace rushed and uncontrolled. He whimpers into the kiss, unable to keep still or control his movements, and then he stopped suddenly. His head is thrown back as his hips jerked up, sensitivity hitting him as he whines, cumming in his underwear. You watch as he waits for a little before sitting back on your lap, legs quivering as his crotch rubs against yours.

You took a hold of the back of his shirt, tugging on it a bit, so you can slide your hands under. Your cold hands meeting his burning body made him whimper, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He rushed to unbutton your pants, hand shaking as he tries to focus, his mind fuzzy from the feeling, as for you, your wounds and pleasure make you lose the notion of reality. You both stand for a second, just the time to take off your pants and underwear before you sit back down. With a hand on your shoulder, he held himself up, body shaking as he moves his hand in between his legs, finger pressing against his hole. He took a shaky breath before starting to prepare himself, back arching as his only support was your shoulder.

He panted harshly, sliding another finger in, hurrying so he could finally be able to sink down on your length. Your hands weren't really helping him to stay collected as one was playing with his cock, your thumb rubbing the tip, soft fingertip following the vein on the underside. Your other moved upward, pinching his nipples as he jumped, his fingers sliding deeper when he fell forward. He yelped as your hand engulfed his cock without difficulty, hips stuttering as humiliation burned through his core as he notices how small he was compared to you, literally fitting in your palm. You continue to move your hands slowly, teasing him as he felt so close to his release. But suddenly, everything stopped, he cries as you stopped simulating him, his fingers not being enough as he harshly pushes the third one in.

You could only laugh at his pleading face, watching as the oh-so-calm and rational man let go of his pride, begging pathetically for your attention and the stimulation you could offer him. Gently, you place your hand back on his cock, moving it up and down with a tight grip, watching as his fingers started to move quickly again, at the same pace as your hand. He gasped, and his nails dug into your shoulder as he cries out, his fingers hitting a place he hasn't found before. His breaths grew erratic, grinding against you as his body tensed up, but before he could cum, you grab his wrist and tug his hand away.

His tears fell freely, he was begging you to do something, voice breaking as he loses control over his body, fighting weakly against your strong hands immobilizing him. He just needed to finish preparing himself before he could give you some pleasure too, but you were refusing to let him move. Before he could start whining, you present your own fingers in front of his mouth, watching as he took them in immediately, twirling his tongue around them, saliva sliding down your fingers to your hand and arm. Desperation shone in his eyes as you took your fingers away, moving them slowly to his entrance. And suddenly, you slammed them inside, moving forcefully as you stretch him, patience running thin. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you reached much deeper, your fingers were much longer and thicker than his own, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

But once again, you stopped before he could experience his high, but before he could whine and complain, you kissed him. You lift him up as he was distracted, placing him over your length. You wait for him to break the kiss to breathe before slamming him down, a scream ripping out of his throat as he feels his body accommodates to your size, forcing its way through. At the sudden overpowering feeling, he completely breaks.

You could feel him tighten almost painfully around you, squeezing you to death as you almost rip him open. You still waited for his consent for starting to move, watching with satisfaction as he crumbles on top of you, any coherent thoughts leaving his mind as he moans and supplies. At this point, you could not understand what he was trying to tell you anymore, he was not making sense as he gets overwhelmed by the pleasure. Each thrust brings him to tears as you reach places he never knew about, everything becoming too much too quickly. Using your remaining force, you lift him up from your lap and press him against the wall, his face pushed against the cold wall as you slam him down.

You were just chasing after your release at this point, just forcing your hips up as you move him down, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. You placed your hands under his knees to hold him up and manoeuvre his body easily, leaving his front to rub against the wall uselessly, cheek pressed against the frozen bricks as he looks at you with dazed eyes. His mouth opened to let high-pitched moans out, mind spiralling into nothingness, eyes rolling back as he goes limp in your hold. You were so close, so close that you couldn't wait anymore and just started to go harder and faster, mind blanking as the pleasure take over.

The small boy in your arms weakly whimpers as he came, cock twitching and releasing over the wall, seeming unable to stop. He mumbles something unintelligible as he keeps cumming, crying as the overstimulation hits him. And you weren't stopping, he tried to beg you to leave him some seconds, but it was left unheard. Your pace only brought him to new highs as he wasn't aware of how he was still coating the wall in fluids. And that's when he felt it, the hold on his legs tightening, hips jerking uncontrollably as you throw your head back suddenly, a sound between a groan and a moan escaping your mouth.

His eyes completely rolled back when he felt you emptying yourself in him, his body full and mind empty. You slowed down, prolonging your high a little before you pulled out, catching your breath. Dokja looked at you with satisfaction, a dumb grin spread across his face as his mind was still fuzzy from his orgasm. You slowly moved him down, making sure he could stand up by himself with his shaky legs.

The second your hands left his body, his arms were around your neck, tugging you forward as your lips met. Your bodies pressed together as he baths in your warmth, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. You end up lifting him up again to lay him down on the bed, as you were going to use the couch, he grabbed your hand and force you to lay beside him. A soft kiss was placed onto your cheek before he hid his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist, even if his fingers weren't touching.

You chuckle before kissing his forehead and nuzzling onto the top of his head, eyes closing as the tiredness took over your body. Each muscle too heavy for you to hold up as you relax, and your mind leaves reality. Before completely falling asleep, you hear Doka whisper three words softly into your neck, making your heart feel warm, and your cheeks heat up. A soft smile appears on your face as you feel asleep without any worry left, another feeling overpowering the rest. A soft hand moved to hold yours as you both let your body turn-off and forget everything around you. The next day was going to be interesting.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

[asyor]

talking his ear off and taking his head off(??)

[pendwelling]

!!! Wow! So you have a favourite story, too?

[waayfo]

너라는 집으로 지금 다시 way back home (Now way back home to the house called you)

Dokja has experienced various deaths and encounters with different endings; a sad, touching or happy ending. He also witnessed the cries of his companies when he died. Which of course, is heartbreaking.

But of all the deaths he has experienced, he hates it the most when he has to see you waiting for him to return. To be back home, by your side, in your arms.

Now here he was, standing in front of the place he called home. Meanwhile the blood coming out of his mouth never stopped, and slowly he couldn't feel his body anymore. (Even though he experienced that many times) Pathetic, that's what he thought about himself.

But that's not what's important right now. Right now he wants to go back to you, to see your happy smile when you see him again. To feel the warmth of home once again, to feel the feeling of being worried once again.

His shaking hand turned the doorknob. Hope to meet you behind that door.

And just as he wanted, you are behind that door. He smiled a little when he saw your face. Maybe this is the gift he got after fighting all this time, to see your face again.

At first you walked because you heard the sound of the doorknob, but in the end you fell silent because you saw him. More precisely, looking at his current condition.

"Dokja!" You shouted his name, and dokja faints in your arms. His consciousness is lost and dokja knows that you will always take care of him at all times like this.

In the end, dokja will always find his way back home, which is you.

a/n : hiii! sorry for being inactive for a while. i was surprised when i got a lot of messages in my inbox, and i will try to quickly finish some of the fanfics you want. i'm not too proud of this but yeah, i hope you like it . have a great day!!!!!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠��͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

[rroechan]

ORV x MLP

You learn to draw horses once, the ability never leaves you.

Anywho, enjoy this fixation-fueled collection of doodles

[ version with twi & aj as kdj & yjh. u'll never guess who's who ]

[ghostpajamas]

phone-ja from ? a couple weeks ago

[starlitjasper]

Alright, which one of you did this?

[fools-nebula]

My hands were itching to draw so here we are

Uriel, my beloved ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Doksoo and also self-insert because God, I just had to find a way to hug this squid bastard even though he made me bawl my eyes out everytime I think of him 〃く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 ₊ ˚ ⊹

Like can you not? I was literally inside public transportation, on my way to campus and I had to fight tooth and nails to hold back my tears

[nureon]

Everyone in KimCom has ptsd from Kim Dokja offing himself 24/7. Will that stop him? Probably not.

[sofonn]

they had one promise for both: when everything, every scenario is over, just listen to each other's stories

[byeol-ssi]

i. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗯 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

✦ kim dokja x gn!reader | omniscient reader's viewpoint

✦ tags: sunbae!dokja, hubae!reader, modern au, office romcom au, co-workers to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, smidge of self-deprecating thoughts (it's dokja, surprise!)

✦ story navigation.

There are three ways to survive the corporate world.

Depending on the outcome one would like to achieve, there are methods more effective than others. However, one thing is certain: climbing up the ranks is the ultimate path to success.

[Further evidence is required to support the aforementioned statement. The author shall get back to this promptly.]

For 28-year old, single, Kim Dokja, doing just enough to not get fired was sufficient.

He never clocked into work very early, avoided staying overtime, refused to take on extra assignments, and exerted the barest of minimums.

And it was fine. Good even. It allowed him to possess a great deal of free time to [read his beloved web novels] mind his own business.

"Yoo Sangah-ssi from the HR Department spoke highly of you. Mino Soft is planning to assemble another group, and after examining your records, the higher ups agreed that you would suit the role of Team Manager quite fittingly."

Kim Dokja stared at his superior, Mr. Kwon. Glanced at the empty seat next to him. Looked over behind his shoulder.

No one else was present in the room except for himself and his direct supervisor, a stubby-legged man who wore suits far too small for his original size.

"Ah," Dokja answered, because there wasn't really anything else for him to say.

The title felt so... foreign, especially for someone like him. He couldn't imagine himself being responsible for anyone.

There is a saying that one's name reflects one's life.

For instance, the name his parents gifted him with, Dokja, meant two things: alone or reader. Up until the present, he's unfortunately lived up to that superstition.

'Alone' and 'team' weren't necessarily words one would put together. Forcing them would likewise spell 'inevitable disaster'.

"Should you decide to accept, your hourly rate will now be increased to ₩17,800," Mr. Kwon continued, mindlessly waving his pen around. The buttons on his shirt seemed dangerously close to popping. Dokja should probably sit farther away. "You'll also be provided with a company card to cover the expenses your team will require."

That... would be a lot of money. Considerably greater than what he was used to receiving at the end of every month.

In hindsight, his current salary as a full-time, ordinary employee was... okay. He's managed to survive this long by cutting corners on meals, turning down social events, and renting out a dwarfish-sized [hole] apartment.

But this offer would definitely be better. Surely there wasn't any other reason for him not to grab the opportunity, right?

His workload would presumably double—that much was to be expected. He'd have to learn how to cooperate with other people, but what risk did not involve stepping out of one's comfort zone?

In times like these, only one sentence came to mind: what would a protagonist do?

A main character would undoubtedly rise to the occasion. If they had the courage to do it all the time, why couldn't he?

He could, he convinced himself. A path has been opened for him towards a more favorable destiny, and this would be his moment. The dawn of an evolution and his long sought-after character development arc.

His superior slid a crisp white folder across the glass table. A newly drafted contract awaiting his signature.

"So, what do you say?"

Team Manager Kim Dokja.

A shiny new plaque now sat neatly on Dokja's otherwise bare desk.

The company was generous enough to allocate him and his future team with an old filing room—which ironically collected more dust than documents—to serve as their office.

Prior to his promotion, Dokja vividly remembers hiding away here to sneak in a few chapters or eat lunch. The rusted metal drawers that previously blocked the windows were now replaced by empty cubicles and enabled sunlight to bathe the room. There was even an alcove tucked away into the corner of the room equipped with kitchen appliances.

Looking at the newly furnished space felt... nice. A bit lonely at the moment, but Dokja was rather used to that. After all, one's name followed one's life, and 'Dokja' meant alone.

He shook his head and clenched his fists. This would be the case no longer. Slowly, these desks will be filled with promising individuals of his own choosing. Individuals he hoped to someday call his companions. Friends.

A knock on his door startled him into sitting upright. He cleared his throat, calling out for the person to come in. The second Mr. Kwon enters, inexplicable dread fills his stomach similar to a balloon being inflated.

Did they change their mind about him? Were they going to take his newly appointed position away because they realized he wasn't really suitable for the role?

Knowing his luck, it wasn't at all impossible.

Mr. Kwon nodded in greeting. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Sajangnim."

"I'm afraid to say this—" his superior began. A terrible sense of foreboding crept with every word he spoke. "But we need you to begin working ASAP."

Dokja inwardly sighed with relief. The imaginary balloon deflates. He wasn't getting demoted. Not today, at least. Hopefully, not for a long while.

Mr. Kwon, oblivious to Dokja's emotional rollercoaster, continued. "I'm aware you haven't had much time to fully settle into the role—"

No kidding. Twenty-four hours haven't even fully gone by since he accepted the offer and he still rode on the high of excitement as he made his way to work this morning.

"—and I figured you wouldn't have any time to select your members right away, so I did you a favor and picked someone out to assist you on my own. Don't worry, they're quite dependable."

The gesture was... unexpectedly nice of Mr. Kwon. Maybe if Dokja put aside a portion of his future paycheck, he would be able to buy his superior a [larger suit] nice potted plant.

"You can come in now," Mr. Kwon announced over his shoulder.

The door creaked open to reveal... you.

Dokja has never seen you around the office before. Granted, he doesn't have the widest social circle inside [and outside] the company, so his inability to recognize you could purely be his fault.

Yet... Dokja's pretty certain he would've remembered someone like you.

He could already tell that your position in life was wholly different in comparison to his solely from your appearance and presence.

It wouldn't be far-fetched to assume that you were from the higher departments. Why would they pair you with an underling like him?

"Hello, Team Manager-nim!" You bowed cheerfully in greeting. "I'll be in your care starting today!"

Dokja flushed, taken by surprise, and hastily bowed as well. It was the first time anyone had called him by his title in person.

Mr. Kwon patted your shoulder. "They were newly hired yesterday. I'm expecting you to show them the ropes."

His mind trailed off into a screeching halt as he registered the latter parts of his supervisor's words.

Wait. What?

He didn't anticipate that you would essentially be a new arrival. Furthermore, he had absolutely zero experience being a... a mentor.

If he had money and eaten breakfast, he would have probably thrown up right now. He should've trusted his gut. There was a reason he felt an ominous foreshadowing at Mr. Kwon's spontaneous visit.

How in the world was he going to take care of you? He barely even managed to pull his own life together. Even then, it was tied together with a flimsy piece of string.

He couldn't do this. He should refuse. Blurt out that Mino Soft was making a huge, huge mistake. To be fair, they already had by even considering and bestowing him such a prestigious position in the first place.

He did not have the ability or knowledge on how to mold someone into their fullest potential. You deserved to be with someone like the sunny Yoo Sangah-ssi. The intelligent Jang Eun-Yeong. You probably would even learn something from the unlikeable Han Myungoh.

"Team Manager-nim?"

Dokja turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts. Mr. Kwon was gone too, leaving behind a stack of paperwork that wasn't with him when he entered. Sly bastard.

"Yes?" Dokja asked.

You blinked. You smiled nervously, looking unsure of yourself. Your expression ignited guilt inside him.

"You can choose whichever table you like." He swung an arm, motioning to the desks. You beamed, approaching the one nearest to his. Your belongings land on its surface with a soft thud.

The sound gave the impression that you had just sealed his inescapable doom.

"Team Manager-nim, your complexion doesn't look so good," you pointed out with worry.

He wasn't off to a great start. He rubbed the back of his neck and sat back down. "Everything's fine. More importantly, you don't actually need to refer to me with my title. Just Dokja is fine."

Was that a wise decision? In truth, it was strange to be addressed so formally.

Your eyes widened. With another respectful bow, you sputtered out, "I don't think it's appropriate for me to call Manager-nim that..."

An awkward silence followed. He coughed into his fist and proceeded to scan the files—a futile attempt to avoid making a conversation. Distant chatter, keyboards clicking, and papers rustling were the only noises that filled the void.

"I know!" You declared with such vigor and enthusiasm that Dokja's knees slammed into his table. You snapped your fingers together. "How about Sunbae-nim?"

BULLETIN BOARD.

Sajangnim (사장님) — literally 사 (sa) means company and 장 (jang) means chief. It is a common Korean corporate title.

Nim (님) — this suffix is a high-level honorific used to show respect to someone.

Ssi (씨) — a suffix used to address people that are roughly on the same level of the social hierarchy.

Seonbaenim / Sunbaenim (선배님) — directly translates as "senior" and refers to people who have more experience in work, school, or etc. Whether the person is older than you or not, if they started earlier than you did, you should call them sunbae.

✦ byeol's notes: this chapter is dedicated to you, my reader. you are not alone.

just in case anyone worries, this will be a lighthearted series set in a modern au. meaning, no one gets hurt and the scenarios do not happen in this universe (although, some will be referenced — happy hunting!).

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you so much.

[onirique-amaranth]

Hi! Do you take ORV requests? If so can I request KDJ or YJH x Dom Male reader and they’re fwbs or just a very fluffy scenario with them?? If you don’t, sorry for wasting your time and have a nice day :D

⎮We meet again⎮

⏤ Characters: Dokja⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17) & sfw

⏤ Warnings: sub! Dokja, top! Male reader, size kink, belly bulge, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mind-breaking, mention of blood, creampie

⏤ 2.500 words

You have known Dokja for a long while, since the seventh grade, actually. You had always been the popular guy while Dokja was just considered as less than a support character. He had always been bullied and ignored by everyone, nobody would talk to him and if they do, it would be to make fun of him. You felt pity for him many times but never tried to do anything, like anyone else, you would let it happen since you did not want to lose your status.

One night, after school, you discovered an interesting web novel, surprisingly, before the first 100th chapter, all readers stopped reading and only one continued to. You spend days and nights reading it, in class, at home, before going to sleep till you would nearly pass out and early in the morning. As you were reading one of what seems like the most recent chapter, you unknowingly sat next to Dokja and were forced to put your phone down when the teacher arrived.

As you push your phone to the side to get your notebook out of your bag, you hear a gasp next to you. You turn around with a frown, noticing how Dokja was looking at you with stars in his eyes. It was the first time you saw him make a face like this.

“You read it too?!”

Your eyes widen as you see him point out the novel still open on your phone. And for the first time, your eyes really met, and you see an unmistakable passion in his eyes for this story. And that's how you end up talking for the entire hour, not caring about anything but this passion in common. Slowly by surely you became friends, spending more and more time together, he would still avoid you at school, so you don't get in trouble because of him, but you would see each other outside.

This friendship blossomed over a year, and at some point, the line between this friendship, sexual relation and love blurred, making you unable to see its real limit. What should be innocent meetings to go shopping and have fun, was always ending up in Dokja being bent over some furniture. Whenever someone would get too close to you, it would end up with Dokja being jealous and annoying you so badly till you would fuck him out of frustration. If he ever felt bad, he would knock at your door, ignoring the hour, and spend the night here, watching series and eating snacks before living the next morning after kissing you on the lips.

In your last year of school, your friendship has changed a bit, in a way you never thought was possible, everything turned into something more intimate. Sadly, you got separated after the entrance exam that he failed, as he got into a third-rate college, and you got into the college you dreamed of for years.

You tried to stay close, but it was difficult. After some time, you stopped talking, but you kept sending him messages in the hope he would reply, he never did. You kept trying, texting mostly about the only thing you had in common, that story, you did not care if he was not going to reply, you just wanted to show him you were still there.

You could still see him comment after each chapter was published, always at that same hour, which you understood was when he finished his work. After some time, you started to do the same, but always one hour before him, so he could see them at the end of each chapter.

-----

This day was supposed to be the end of TWSA. And it was with this inexplicable anxiety that you opened the chapter, reading it with so much joy and also pain as if a chapter of your life just ended with this novel. And finally, you were on the last panel. As you close the app, you received a message from whom you think was the author, which was thanking you, and at the same time sends you an attached file, the novel.

And that's how the nightmare started, in this car, the 3707th. The man in front of you, who seemed familiar, was Junghyeok Yu. You were shivering, was it already your end? The nightmare has just started, but it was already your turn, or you thought so. Before the main scenario starts, you run away, the door of the car in front of you half-opened. As you escape, you turn your head before leaving, your eyes meeting with dark black eyes, looking at you suspiciously. But before he could attack you, the main scenario started, and you were already out of his reach.

Surprisingly, you still felt his eyes on you as you hide in the crowd, you look back and see him standing behind the half-opened door, observing you. You can't help but offer him a big smile before giving him the finger, snickering as you run away.

Thankfully as you were panicking, you noticed a fly on a seat, and quickly, you crush it with your hand. It was disgusting, but you were alive, and you had completed the task.

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The first time you saw Dokja again, was on that bridge, you were hiding from Junghyeok. But you never thought you would see Dokja being grabbed by the neck, as his legs were swaying over a blank space. There was no need for you to scream as it seems they both sensed your presence, turning their head in sync, one looking at you in hatred and the other in shock, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Suddenly, he tries to escape from Junghyeok's grip, choking out your name with a desperate smile as he cries.

Too focused on Dokja, you missed the other man's expression and all of a sudden, Junghyeok lets go of him, and Dokja falls into the river, without thinking, you run to him, passing Junghyeok and jumped. Before Junghyeok could grab you, you were already falling down with Dokja, and he felt a terrible feeling take over his heart, but it was too late.

This decision would be dumb in any other situation, but you were a reader, and you knew what would happen and how to prevent it. So, before Dokja could drown, you grab his hands, pulling him up to the surface. Together, you got out of this giant sea commander, unscathed or at least, not dead.

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As you were resting at the Geumho station with the others, you're suddenly aware of how the feeling that you suppressed for years came back, and at full force. Your thoughts started to get mixed up, fortunately, you walked away before it could happen, so the others would not worry about you. As you lose your calm, you feel a hand run through your hair, you raise your head, eyes meeting Dokja's.

It was impossible for you to ignore the tenderness in them, it was too obvious, too powerful, and with this discreet and sincere smile of his that was making your heart warm up. And after so many years without seeing each other, he just kisses you calmly, without saying a word as if it was natural.

A gasp was heard from behind you, Huiwon was there, with her hand over her mouth, but you could still see the dark blush on her cheeks and ears. She giggles before doing a thumbs up, running away from the two of you. You stand there, as you process the information before you start to panic, you could feel your cheeks warming up as you cover them with your hands.

“Ah. I thought I left without them noticing… Whatever.

I missed you.”

His words moved you, but you came back to the others like nothing happened. You see Huiwon smirks at you but does not say anything. You send her a playful glare before sitting next to Hyeonseong, yawning as you rest your head on his shoulder, you should leave the station soon so why not take a little nap before.

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You had already passed the sub scenario with the illusory prison, and you were now much closer to the next station. Thankfully you knew how to get out of this zone, but it still took you some minutes, and it affected you greatly. Without you noticing, instead of Dokja walking in front of all of you, he was staying beside you, walking at your pace.

Huiwon who was behind Dokja nudged him, pointing at you with her finger and after, linked her hands together with an amused smile. As you were oblivious to what was happening, conversing with Hyeonseong, you suddenly feel something warm engulfing your hand. You did not need to look to see what it was as you just tighten your hold back, a discreet smile taking over your face as you continue to converse with Hyeonseong.

You were finally able to have a rest at Chungmuro station, the atmosphere was strange. There was this tension in the air that you could not ignore but could not identify either. The others were searching for a nice place to sit down and relax, and you also left with Dokja to do the same. But nothing looked fine, either there were too many people or it was just a disgusting place filled with rubbish.

You continue to take random turns, Dokja following closing behind you in silence, as you hope to find somewhere at least proper to rest when you stop in front of a dead-end, you sign and ruffle your hair in frustration. It felt like hours passed, and you were getting annoyed, but before you could turn around and leave, an arm wrapped itself around your waist. You feel a head nuzzling against your back, the other free hand sliding down your torso to your crotch.

Your eyes widened, body tensing up under Dokja's touch. You look around in panic, what if someone could see you?

“There is nobody here. We are all alone.

I was getting frustrated. We haven't seen each other for years…

Haven't touched each other for years… And you don't even look at me.”

You wanted to reply something, at least to calm his urges but nothing came out of your mouth. It was as if he stole your breath away at the same instant he stole your heart.

“Don't push me away. We weren't lovers before, but you loved me, right?

Ever since we started playing around…

So, why can't we be lovers now? Nothing can separate us.”

And that's you ended up with a naked Dokja, as you pushed him against the wall. Hoisting him up, and let him wrap his legs around your waist before you slid your cock into him. Your larger body hides him from possible prying eyes, beside you, he looked ridiculously small but deliciously tempting. When your cock entered him, you could only admire how his body tightened around you, slutty moans being ripped from his throat, and how you could see a lump in his stomach, becoming more pronounced as you push yourself deeper into him. What could have been a lovely reunion between old friends turned out to be a more sexual one driven by lust.

With each thrust, you would hit his prostate dead-on, not caring about how loud he was being. His tears and screams turn you on ever more as you destroyed his inside. His nails that were dragging up your back were starting to dig into your skin, and drops of blood were falling on the floor. But it was as if nothing could reach your mind right now, the pain subdued by the pleasure coursing through your veins, the only thing you wanted to do was to make Dokja forget his name. You roughly grab his face, observing how his eyes looked dazed and cloudy, seems like he would not come back to his normal state for a while.

You wanted to take revenge for all the years he left you behind, not trying to contact you again. And now he was coming back like nothing happened? You could not accept it, he had to pay. But you loved him too much to hurt him, so you did what you could do best, make his mind go blank and force him to submit to you. That thought alone made your body react on its own, you grabbed one of his legs, holding it up before plunging as deep as you could. The loud moan you received confirmed he did not mind that one bit.

You were filling him so nicely, Dokja could feel himself go dumb on your cock, he only wanted to be filled to the brim, marked by you as if he was just your plaything. Why hasn't he contacted you before? How could he let someone like you get away from him, you that he loved so dearly? He was glad you never forgot him because now, he could become yours again, and this time, he won't leave.

The next thrust made him moan out loud, he was not able to stop crying, the tears drying on his cheeks immediately being replaced by new ones. His head was blank, he could only see you, hear you and smell you. Your scent, either it was a perfume or your natural smell filled his nostril, it was suffocating him. Each thrust forced the air out of his lungs, mouth wide open to let out noises he would be embarrassed about after.

As you continued to fuck him, his eyes lulled to the back of his head, his body was on fire, and he could not think or breathe. Everything was blurry around him as came for the first time, his cum landing on his stomach, but you did not stop moving. Even after he begged you to slow down.

Some time has passed, and you had already came once in him, but it did not stop you. You could feel your legs giving out, but you refused to give up now, you were too far lost in your pleasure to notice how you had already broken him completely.

He was a mess, his body marked from his legs to his jaw, blood dripping out from the bites, the view made heat pool to your crotch. You feel your body tense up before you pump your cum deep into him, reaching places both of you never thought possible. Another load followed quickly, the previous bulge that was showing through his stomach now inflated with your cum.

His stomach was covered in a watery fluid, he cummed so many times that he was not able to orgasm correctly anymore. Only some drops would get out of his cock. The only way you knew he was cumming was the scream ripping out of his throat and how he would tighten around you as if he was trying to coax your orgasms out of you.

And suddenly, Dokja passed out, he never had enough stamina to endure you till the end. Thankfully, you were also exhausted, and so, you managed to pull out before you fall on your knees, Dokja sleeping in your arms. You clean him with the tissues that he had in his pocket before dressing him back up. You replace your clothes correctly, covering the best you could the stains of cum Dokja left on your shirt and pants before picking him up.

You lay down on the first bench you see, placing Dokja on top of you. You sigh and decide to kiss him gently before you fall asleep. Unbeknown to you, he woke up some moments before, and as you were sleeping while holding him close to you, he watches your face with a lovesick expression. He moves the collar of your shirt out of the way before biting down hard on your neck, making sure it would be a mark that will not disappear for a long while. And now, with a small smile, he kisses you once or twice, or maybe more before snuggling into your hold. Your body's warmth envelops him and coaxes him into falling asleep.

When the others came back, they were greeted with the sight of you and Dokja cuddling up on the bench. As Sangah and Gilyoung were looking at the two of you with stars in their eyes, murmuring to each other about how cute you were; Hyeonseong would just stare in jealousy on the side, him who thought you had something for him from the way you were acting. He turns around and leaves in heavy silence.

Huiwon was looking fondly at you at first before noticing something… How your hair was dishevelled, the collar of your shirt had been pulled down to expose bite marks and also the wet patch on Dokja's pants that she could see from here. With a sigh, she forced the others to let you have your privacy. When you will wake up, she plans to scold the two of you so badly you will cry.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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[asyor]

[theofficialuriel]

RIP Kim Namwoon, your love story with Lee Jihye would’ve been glorious

[meduise]

@yhkweek day 4

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[galaxygirl8880]

I like- realllly want more Holy Trinity fanfics- (A.k.a: Self-sacrificial bastards)

I'm thinking of making a series of loosely connected one shots that will be mostly filled with crack but I also want angst-

Im taking inspiration from multiple fanfics and I will credit them if I ever get the fic out-

I want them to travel world's and just- have fun with it-

Like-

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"Cale, remember that one world where there were demons everywhere?"

"Yess..?"

"Dokja turned into a demon"

"THE FUC-"

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"Let's become pirates"

"why"

"Already bought the ship"

"Cale how the fuck-"

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"Hah! This is fun!"

"..I have never seen a world official look so defeated-"

*Dokja cackling in the bg because Cale took basically ALL of the world government's money*

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If I posted the fic and it got a decent amount of attention, I'd probably involve the readers in what worlds they want to see the trio in-

I also want angst.

They're too busy traveling places and doing crap to notice that their memories are slipping.

How long has it been-?

Yoojin is helping host a banquet for Constellations and Dokja doesn't want to go as TMAD so he gives the invitation to cale instead. Cale makes his appearance after falling for Yoojin's puppy eyes and takes notice of a strange group that he has never seen before.

Constellations are flocking towards Cale because they've never actually seen TMAD before and he lets the strange group slip his mind.

*later*

"Yoojin why did you bring strangers into our house"

"...I felt bad-"

*Han Yoohyun who took advantage of his amnesiac hyung's weakness towards his puppy eyes*

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When Cale gets thrown back into his old world (that he has no memories of) he's stronger but is also trying to find his way back to the other two

On another note, the efforts of search parties looking for the commander have multiplied.

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This is going to make sense to no one but me-

It will make more sense once I actually start writing the fic lmao

..

Probably-