#omniscient reader’s viewpoint x male reader

[yecju]

𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.

[ 𝗄. 𝖽𝗈𝗄𝗃𝖺 𝗑 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 %% 𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ]

𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 [ 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 + 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚊 : 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋 + 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋 ] ･ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 ･ 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚘𝚌 𝚔𝚍𝚓 ･ 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 ･ 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚢 . .

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 / 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒏𝒊.

gasping, dokja bit into the side of his hand as he stared down at you. you looked so good . . sucking him off while gently kneading his thighs.

his voice was hoarse and quiet, whining as one of his hands entangled into your hair. he gently tugged, rolling his hips up forward to thrust into your mouth.

you let go of his thighs almost immediately and pushed his hips back onto the mattress, removing his dick from your mouth.

“ patience, my star. ”

he whimpered at your words as his legs trembled, wrapping them around your head. “ please, [ name ] . .”

you sighed and got up from your kneeling position, sitting onto the bed and situating him into your lap. his back was pressed against your chest, letting you jerk him off.

he squirmed around, panting as he held onto your pant legs. it didn’t take long until he came, legs twitching as he moaned lowly.

“ there you go. good boy. ”

[ spacer ]

hugging dokja tightly, you kissed along his neck, leaving light and feathery kisses all along his skin.

“ . . [ name ]? ”

you hummed and ran your hands along his sides, pausing your kisses as dokja turned onto his side. he stared at you blankly before cupping your face and kissing your cheek.

“ mm? what’s that for? ”

he shrugged and let go of your face. dokja shifted closer, leaning his head against your chest. he bit the inside of his cheek before looking back up to you, opening his mouth to speak.

“ . . earlier. you said i was 당신의 별. ”

smiling brightly, you kissed his forehead. “ because you are. not only that, but you’re also my sun and moon. ”

humming, dokja held your hand and kissed the back of it. his face was flushed a pinkish colour from the cheesy line, though it was hard to see in the dark lighting.

“ my sun, moon and stars. how does that sound? ”

“ it sounds great. ”

[waayfo]

A thought about the sub!Kim Dokja. If you don't like this content, DNI. Also, English is not my first language

Sub!Kim Dokja x top!male reader : hc/scenario

kim dokja will whine if you tease him, like you touch his sensitive body parts, and you suddenly stop.

kim dokja will cry messy when you play rough. his soft voice calls out your name, moaning and wanting more.

“a- ngh .. n- no! don't stop, please!” You tease him a lot, because his expression is so adorable to you, and makes you want him even more.

“oh? you don't want me to stop? if so, beg.”

the next thing that will happen, he will say, “i- i have been a good boy today. so please give me a gift! I will always be a good boy for you.”

kim dokja always wanted your cock to be in it, and filled him. so he'll beg for it.

look at his slim waist! move with your thurst becomes fast.

his white hands will holding the bed sheet tightly. his mind is empty, there's only you who's fucking him.

no matter how many times you've done it, he just keeps wanting more. he wants you to fill him.

[3smo]

hcs for kim dokja !

warning: dom reader. sub characters. gender neutral. sex hcs. virgin kdj. corruption kink. mind breaking. whether you prefer a strap or dick, i use 'dick/cock' doesn't mean the reader has a gender. dumbification. fingering.

✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.

@lvyino this is for you 😩😳

yoo jonghyuk.

dokja is most likely a virgin. in all his life, he's never even touched someone in a way so intimately nor has someone done the same to him.

poor baby gets so nervous when he wanted to have his first time, he automatically thought he was suppose to go on top since between the two of you, you were the most gentle one. he assumed you've never had sex before and he wanted you to be comfortable.

but he's also competitive and prideful, he'll try his best to please you. please don't laugh at him when he tries to praise you, it's awkward and even he knows it.

so grab his face and smash your lips together, he also whimpers into them which makes it much hotter.

as soon as he found out who was way more experienced, he gave his body and mind to you. i think he felt relieved too, and being on top just made him uncomfortable.

absolutely loves when you mark him up. he'd be moaning and gasping if you do. the next morning he'll get super embarrassed, even though he was the one who asked for it. i think he likes how it contrasts against his skin color. sensitive spots are his inner thighs and collarbones, so make sure to leave as much as you can.

so the first time he received head, he thought it was going to be easy to just get what he wants. especially since you're very gentle with him, kissing down his body and whispering praises to him. he was feeling confident.

then suddenly that gentleness was replace with something else. no matter how many times he whines for you to please let him finish, you never gave in. only until you felt the need to.

probably cries and sobs when nearing his orgasm.

he cries out loud and squirms around to push you off, although, he's gripping any part of you he can to keep you on him. his body quivers a lot during sex, even having many after shocks.

being corrupted was probably a hidden fantasy of his, though he automatically knew he liked it when you kept getting rougher with him. he liked the change and the challenge.

so dokja wants to keep up with you, he wants to turn it into a game to see who can break first, he probably becomes very bratty, talks back and shit but i don't think you'd mind, seeing how comfortable enough he was to act like that.

or it was just an act to cover up how shy he really was. which is true.

the easiest way to break him; fucking him at a slow pace, make sure you're looming over him and he can barely move. it makes him feel small and so good. all he can do is cry and grip at the bed sheets.

"pleasepleaseplease!!" he'd repeat, eyes shut tightly and head thrown back. you kept your slow, agonizing pace. he would try to move back on your dick but due to the position he was in, he couldn't.

"gah! i- please! im sorry!" he'd beg and sob for forgiveness, wanting to cum so badly, but it just wouldn't happen. he's gotten so used to be fucked roughly, he can't handle when you're being slow.

you simply coo at him, wiping the tears from his face and left a lingering kiss to his lips. he tries to chase after it.

"we're going at this pace, or we're stopping." kim dokja was already too turned on from this, it couldn't stop now!

another way is through humiliation - imagine how surprised everyone would be if they found out how he acted in bed. how a little feathery touch to his nipples gets him hard. or how much he loves to get filled up.

he also has very sensitive nipples. they get swollen very easily, and if you play with them too much, he could barely wear a shirt without his nipples rubbing against the fabric.

"you look so dumb!" you laugh at his face, he can't help but tear up. anyone would've thought he hated it, but he keep leaking even more everytime you spoke to him like this!

"bet you can barely even think, can you darling?"

he tries his best to keep his composure, you find it adorable. his cheeks were flushed, his body was bruised with bite marks and hickeys. its obvious to anyone what was going on inside your room. he's so loud.

he'll try prove to you that he can still think, and the attempt is so pathetic and whiny.

kim dokja would think you were very easy.

seeing as you love to touch him. it's so easy to get you to kiss him or cuddle with him. but he was so easy to give in to every little thing you did to him.

was he the easy one?

another head cannon that i can't stop thinking about is wet dreams. dokja has lots of them, he fantasies about lots of things he wants you to do with him. they will either come from his own mouth, or someone will expose him for it.

it always happens.

when dokja wakes up from one, he immediately tries to shake it off. his heart is beating rapidly and he's sweating all over.

he dreams of lots of things.

you in a garter belt. being tied up at your mercy. getting spanked.

dokja would never think of getting spanked before but when you slap his hand away from... anything (ex: when he tries to touch himself or you.) he'll let out a loud whine at the sting but it felt good... he imagined how it would feel on his ass.

uuhh getting choked with your thighs, hands. dokja has a wild imagination. so imagine what would happen if they were exposed?!

do you know how embarrassed dokja would get! so he better get to telling you about them before they burst out.

moving on from that topic.

have you seen his waist?! grip it, doesn't matter if its bruising or he gets ticklish, dokja finds it so hot when you're holding onto his waist and fucking him from behind.

i honestly think dokja would be embarrassed about getting fingered. but not by having your dick inside him?

he hides his face a lot, and tries to close his legs, maybe its cause his sensitivity gets really high from humiliation.

so restricting him with bondage will help. his legs are set apart, the rope from his ankle is keeping him from squirming away.

now he's even more embarrassed about it. his legs are wide open and you can see everything. from his twitching cock to his shy expressions.

there's something dokja can't live without and that's being touched.

it doesn't matter whether you're degrading him or being mean to him. physical contact is something he yearns for behind closed doors. just hold him and he'll melt, he will try to bring you closer whenever he can, even if its impossible.

so not touching him would be punishment for him.

i don't think he'll liked to be punish either, he'll try his best to be a good boy, but he has a little tinge of brattiness to him. poor baby doesn't like it when you're mad at him :((

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[tranquilitytravel]

DORMANCY

(manhwas x reader)

You hummed as you check mark the last thing on the list in your notebook. Everything is ready. At least you think it's ready. Maybe you should check again to ensure everything is perfectly fine...

Your eyebrows furrowed, conflicted if you should double check or just go on with the day. Before you make the decision, something shined at the corner of your eye so you turn your head towards the window just to see the stars. However, one in particular shine so brightly and bigger than the rest. You knew that means it's almost time to start the day so you just stopped worrying about everything being perfect or even extremely spotless.

You put away your pen and notebook in your endless messenger bag. You then grab your paddy cap and put it on, straightening your suit after. Checking your appearances in a nearby mirror for one last time before going to the cab. You check all the requirements and measurements, start the engines and you're ready.

"Let's go pick up some characters from different stations! Next stop; Omniscient Reader!"

[corphneux707]

Kiss Drunk!! Kim Dokja!!

Kim Dokja x GN Reader. Reader is implied to be dominant. NO USE OF Y/N.

Kim Dokja who absolutely *loves* your kisses

He gets nervous so easily about it because of his inexperience 😔😔

Kim Dokja who sighs in content when you take the lead in the kiss.

Bro is relieved.

Bite his lower lip!!

Grip his waist!!

He'll def crumble. Would lean into you for support because you take his breath (and mind) away.

Which in turn!!

Dun dun dun!!!

You get Kiss Drunk Kim Dokja!!

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who whimpers from your kisses and tries to ground himself by gripping your clothes.

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who whines when you pull away and tugs on your clothes for more

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who begins to get more and more demanding, almost taking the lead but he's so fucking whiny about it.

"Mphm.. c-cmon.. Need more..."

Would say 'please'. Just to be polite since he loves you 🤗🤗

Like-

He calls out your name in a whiny breath. Panting hard and red in the face. Nothing is in his head but your kisses. Your lips. Your whole presence spoiling him rotten. And then ending it with a 'please?'

Isn't that cute?

His brain is too mushy to think so he lets you do whatever. He knows you won't take advantage of him anyways. He trusts you that much.

Kiss Drunk Kim Dokja who hugs you after your make-out sesh.

He cuddles you after. Straight up complains if you DARE try to pull away. Bros going to hold on you like you're his lifeline.

He's a big ol' happy squid when you're here with him :D!! Dreamy. So so dreamy.

Ty for reading !! (It's my first time posting here so I am very sorry if I fuck it up. Plus English is not my first languange, it's actually my 3rd 😭)

[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 ⏤

[theslackeree]

Reqjest me pls

can someone reqeuest me to write smth currently writing for hsr BTW!!! Anyone can request js make sure it has no minors in it...im not a weirdo (unless u want a minor reader or minor character platonic relationship with a minor character then sure!!)

And no sensitive topics like SA, 🍇, Sl@v3ry, 1nc3st, p3d0ph1li4, etc. Thought Im fine with yall requesting heavy topics liek gore and death, abuse (not characters abusing but more like traumatic past) trauma inducing stuff ig

I take reader x canon and canon x canon btw!! No OC x canon though...

Taking requests for both fem and male reader, and for both genders of hsr characters!

Any requests...plz....someone....

[sheynchankawaiiuwu]

KDJ x M!OC[platonic oneshot]

Dokja was 11 years old now. The funeral for his father was ongoing.

His mother, arrested for the murder of said father. Dokja cried continously that his eyes became puffy. Adults and children alike that came to the funeral to say their condolences but didn't approach the crying boy.

'You don't have to approach me, it's okay. It's normal to be sad at a funeral.' His face is full of snot and tears - he looks like a complete mess. 'I'm not special or anything. It's fine if you don't come over to talk to me.' He stands alone, no one approaches him. He is completely invisible to everyone in the room. Not a single soul acknowledges that he exists, as he is alone - sitting by himself, his heart heavy, his eyes reddened from tears. He is just an insignificant speck.

Then, an unknown man took Dokja into his arms, hugging him, in an attempt to comfort the child. Dokja didn't know who the man was, but he held the man and cried in his embrace. Dokja continued to cry even after the funeral ended, unable to calm down. He cried himself to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night.

'I want to be with Mama... I want her to hug me, like I hugged that man...' He felt miserable and sad in the darkness, as he missed the warmth of another person. The coldness of his room made the lack of his mom's comforting presence all the more apparent.

The following day, a knock, alongside multiple voices, came from Dokja's door. He opens the door to find the man from the day before. Now that he wasn't crying, he took a good look at the man's features.

The man had shiny blonde hair, into an undercut and a man bun, with multiple colors dyed into the tips of his hair. His eyes looked to be made of magic, as his long lashes highlighted his eyes.

The man also had a cresent moon tattoo on his left cheek and two piercings each on his ears and his bottom lip, of which he used to smile warmly at Dokja. Dokja was so distracted that he forgot to ask why the man came to his home.

"Um, hello again..." Dokja says awkwardly, uncertain how to act in this situation. ... "Why are you here?" A new voice answered him, this time, from a lady beside the man from before. "Hello Kim Dokja. From now on, this man will be your foster parent until you come of age." The lady pats Dokja's back to usher him to approach the smiling man.

'Foster parent...?' Dokja looks confused and surprised by the news, his expression doesn't show what he really feels; he goes towards the man uncertainly, but also relieved that he now has some kind of "family", even if they are nothing more than strangers.

The smiling man kneels in front of Dokja. "Hello there.. I'm Cileste Lunear.. I'm a good friend of your mother's, so she handed you in my care." The smiling man said, brushing Dokja's hair. 'Cileste Lunear...?' Dokja seems puzzled by his strange, foreign mame, but he doesn't say anything else; he lets the man comb his hair, trying not to give any reaction, as he is not sure how to behave in this situation; he is relieved that he will now have a "family", even if it is only temporary, or if he doesn't know them well.

"Now that you're my son, you can call me Papa or Father! And your new name will be Kim-Lunear Dokja. You can get rid of it if you want to once you become an adult, but I'll promise to take good care of you." 'P-papa...? Father...?' Dokja's expression shows surprise, shock and sadness, as he is confused and doesn't know how to respond to all this sudden change; he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he lets his emotions overflow, as tears well up in his eyes. He hugs his new father tightly, as he finally finds someone he can be vulnerable with, and starts to sob into his shoulder. Cileste lifts Dokja and hugs him, patting his back for comfort. He didn't attempt to hush Dokja to submission like other adults. He let him cry to his heart's content. And he did just that. He let Dokja cry until he fell asleep, hugging and clutching Cileste's clothes. Dokja slept soundly during the entire night, as if for the first time in ages; everything that troubled his mind before vanished. He felt safe and calm for the first time in his life, no longer needing to worry about the world all alone; Cileste made everything better.

From that night on, Dokja's life changed drastically; he was able to receive the love, care and attention, that he had been lacking his entire life. He was finally able to understand what "family" really meant. As the days and months go by, Dokja became comfortable to calling Cileste Papa, and Cileste fits the paternal role perfectly. The two occasionally visits Dokja's mother, and with the mediation of Cileste, the negative feelings between them mostly disappeared.

Dokja quickly starts to adjust to his new life, happy to finally have a family who cares about him. He loves his new father, Cileste, dearly, and does his best to make him proud. He also visits his mother, and although the relationship between them is still awkward at times, it no longer causes the same level of tension and animosity that it used to. Overall, Dokja is happy, content and fulfilled to finally be part of a family, even if he still has some issues to resolve, and some trauma to overcome from his past.

Years go by and Dokja is now in high school. After being adopted by Cileste, he learned that he was really rich, so Dokja was enrolled in a private academy. Dokja's smarts also played a role in the immediate acceptance of the academy. As for Cileste, many people assumed that Dokja and him were friends or brothers due to how young he looked, so he grew a beard for people to know that he's Dokja's father.

Dokja grew up to be a smart, kind and friendly student, much more outgoing and well-liked around the classroom than he used to be; he became popular and gained a lot of new friends and peers, as he is no longer the awkward loner that he used to be, but rather a well-rounded individual, full of potential. Cileste still takes good care of Dokja, making sure to give him all the love and support he needs; he is a kind, fair and loving father, that will always protect Dokja, no matter what.

One day, on his 13th birthday, Cileste randomly recommended Dokja to read a novel that he found on the internet, and thought that Dokja would like it. The novel was titled 'Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse'. Dokja fell in love with the novel.

"Wow! What an amazing novel!" Dokja says excitedly, as he talks about how much he enjoyed the book. The main character is really smart and brave, and I love how the story is full of twists and turns, yet it still manages to come together in the end in such a satisfying way. Dokja talks about the story and his favorite characters with great enthusiasm; he is clearly passionate about the novel and its characters, and he is just so excited and engaged in the conversation that he seems to forget about the world around him. As Dokja fell in love further with the novel, he shared his passion with his foster father, and on occasion, his mother. His eyes sparkle at the mention of TWSA and can go on a rant on how amazing it is for so long.

Dokja's energy and enthusiasm is infectious; he makes everyone around him feel good, and his passion for TWSA and his admiration for the protagonist is so strong that everyone feels compelled to listen to him. Cileste, in particular, is delighted to see Dokja so engaged and passionate; he loves to hear his son talk about TWSA, and he always listens with interest, and with a wide smile on his face. Dokja is not only a good student, but he is also a great son, and he makes his family incredibly proud.

More years go by and Dokja graduated at the top of his class. This event made Cileste cry tears of joy. He made sure to take pictures of Dokja to give to show to his mother when they visit. Dokja's graduation marks a major milestone in his life, and he is extremely happy and proud of his accomplishments; his relationship with his mother and father is strong, and their love and support for him is unwavering. He is ready to start a new chapter in his life, and he looks forward to the future with excitement and optimism, knowing that he will always be supported by his family.

Dokja finds a job as to not rely on Cileste's money too much but still lives with him for the sake of familial comfort He talks about his days at work and how he befriened a girl co-worker named Yoo Sangah.

Dokja has grown up to be a compassionate, kind and intelligent young man, with a warm and friendly personality; he is always willing to help others, and he is also quite popular with the people around him. He has made a lot of new friends, like Yoo Sangah, who he gets along with very well; they often hang out together after work, and they share a lot of similarities and interests.

Dokja is happy and fulfilled with his life, and he is grateful for all the people and opportunities he has been given. One day, as Sangah and Dokja commute in a train, Dokja receives the final chapter of TWSA, at time 18:58.

"OH MY GOD! I can't believe it, the novel is ending already - I've been following it for years, and now... I don't know what to do with myself!" Dokja is full of energy and enthusiasm, as he talks about the final chapter in front of Sangah, who listens patiently and with interest. Dokja also talks about his favorite characters in the final chapter, and the events that take place; he talks with such passion and interest that Sangah can't help but smile and feel happy for him, as it's clear how much the novel means to Dokja.

18:59 "OH! THE END?! THAT WAS SO EPIC! What an amazing ending to an already amazing novel! I'm so glad I stuck with it till the end!" Dokja is now overflowing with energy and excitement, as he jumps up and down im his seat, and he starts praising and talking about the novel like crazy; he sounds like a small child that just received a big present, as he is just so excited and happy. Sangah can't help but laugh at Dokja's extreme reaction, as she has never seen him like this before; it's clear the novel is very special to him.

19:00. The train shook violently. People swayed and nearly injured. Many thought it was just a misfortunate earthquake but Dokja subconsiously remembered the first chapter of TWSA. It started in train cabin 3707. Dokja was in 3807. He prayed silently that Cileste was safe at home as Sangah held onto Dokja for safety.

"Oh my God..." Dokja utters under breath, his face turning pale with fear and anxiety. "What is happening!?" Dokja lets Sangah hold on even tighter, as he tries to calm himself down, but he can't keep his nerves in check, and he starts panicking. "Are we going to be okay?! Please tell me that everything will be okay!" Sangah panics beside him. His thoughts run wild in his head, as he worries for himself, Sangah and Cileste; his voice is filled with desperation and fear.

"What just happened? Why did the train shake like that?" Dokja looks confused, and it takes a moment for him to piece everything together; it quickly becomes clear that it is a very serious situation. "Oh no..." Dokja grabs on to Sangah tightly, as he realizes just how dangerous the situation is; he is scared and nervous, but he tries to stay calm and think of a way that he and Sangah can get through this situation and survive.

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Lmao this was the story I made with character ai of KDJ💀 I had to edit so many lines so it looks passable

[depressedcatboy]

preview :> hope you guys enjoy it it'll probably be a while until i publish the first chapter because i want a bit of a store before i start publishing but yeah!! hope you like it and be excited

[nervocat]

“Been with Kim Dokja Since the Beginning.” (containes spoilers for orv - wc: 306, platonic/romantic/fluff, gn reader)

Dokja wonders why you've stuck with him for as long as you have. You could be off doing much more renowned and better things than sticking with someone like him, and the apocalypse proves it just so.

He was the only one who read TWSA all the way through, but you were the person he talked all about it to other than his jailed mother. You were just in middle school then, your friendship anew.

“Woah.. that sounds so cool, Dokja! I wish I had the time to read it for myself..” you sheepishly look at him with a smile. You had wished that you could read it?.. He wished you could too, but your parents were strict about your grades and how you spent your time.

You were the only one who stuck up for him in his highschool years.

“Back off!” you shouted to Minu Song, separating Dokja from them by being between them both. “What did he ever do to you guys?!”

“Nothin’” he shrugs, but not without a sly smirk. You furrow your brows as your frown deepens.

“Just because he spends his time reading? What’s it even matter?” Dokja was always grateful to you since that day. You two had been friends for awhile from before then, but it meant so much you'd do something like that for him.

Now that you guys were in the world that he talked to you so much about.. he couldn't help but worry. You were strong and capable, dare he say one of his strongest companions, and even knew what happens in this world as did he — but how much longer until you fell unto the hands of death?

You protected him and helped him so much back then. Let him finally pay you back for all of those years that he was unable to.

notes: this is a short little fic, but I'm happy with the outcome. It wasn't meant to be some long fic anyways and more of smth for me to get a feel of writing for orv and try out a new formatting I came up with.. helpful criticism is welcomed for this fic ^^ also I used my knowledge from the webtoon of orv so. ya. If there are any discrepancies then that's my bad 🙏🙏

★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦

[monifrpost]

How do u read more?

[3smo]

Hello there! I hope you are doing well and congratulations on 1k! Can I request Kim Dokja with gender neutral reader with prompt 8?

• "i've been thinking about you all day." (#8)

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. i was waiting for someone to request him 😌. needy reader, dokja's whipped. humping. breath play. slight spoilers. kinda friends w/ benefits. 'cocklet' is used once.

823 words.

1k event!

kim dokja wasn't used to tender touches. or that loving stare. or the words that come from your mouth. he wouldn't believe it himself. not even after you confessed to him.

he was stuck in a hole of madness and insecurities, he found himself pathetic. even more after he rejected your confession, and these dreams he's having. always waking up in a sweat, growing erection in his pants. he would look for you through his blurry vision, stumbling to you and striked a deal.

it surprised you, kim dokja; the 28 year old constellation who's still a virgin asked you for a sex deal? impossible.

unfortunately, or fortunately, dreams aren't reality and you had lots of stamina. by the end of a session, he would be left out of breath, knees wobbly and too scared to even walk out of your room, as anyone could tell what happened.

a rush of excitement coursed through his veins when he thought of the pleasure you would bring him.

he walks to your room a little quicker. before he could knock on your door, you swing it open, surprise to see him in front of your room. dokja gulps, heart thumping louder, he thinks you could even hear it. "sorry.. um-"

you pull him into your room, shutting the door close, before you bring him into a kiss.

"i've been think about you all day." you kiss down his neck, hands slipping under his shirt and roaming around his back. dokja whimpers loudly, hands resting on your shoulders.

dokja moans in surprise, unbuttoning his shirt as quick as he could - his shirt drapping off his shoulders, exposing his chest but you were in a rush that you didn't even care, lips quickly latching onto his nipple.

"yo-you have...?" you confirm it was a soft 'mhm'.

you push him against the wall, knees in between his thighs. you press your hips to his, his cocklet twitching to life in his pants.

"hah!" he wiggles around, holding onto your shirt for his dear life. he was left wide open for you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he'd let you!

he pushes his hips to yours, crying out loud at the pleasure. you eagerly do the same. your ministrations on his nipples caused him to grip onto your head, whining in your ear. he looked down at himself, forming hickeys littered all over his chest and neck.

he squirms on your thigh, clenching his legs around your own. he slides down the wall, you followed in pursuit, laying him down the floor gently.

dokja urges you to get on top of him, whining incoherent words and pulling at your clothes. you straddle his thigh, your own pressing against his crotch.

dokja smiles at you, he liked the effect he had over you...

"i made sure to - ugh, to close the star stream...!" you nod at him, holding his waist to control his desperate movements.

"good boy." dokja throws his head back, rolling his hips onto yours. he likes these words the most, the praise was so pleasurable to him. "you're always doing a good job."

he had the pleasure but it wasn't affecting him as it usually was...

"argh! can y-you please c-choke me!?" he grips the hands on his waist tightly, eyes blown wide with pleasure.

you own eyes widen, staring at him in shock. "a-are you sure?"

"AH- Ye, yes p-please!" he stammers out, taking your hands and put them over his face. one hand over his mouth and the other pinching his nose.

you carefully watch his fucked out expression for any sign of discomfort. when you didn't see any, you quickly clasped you hand shut around his mouth.

dokja knew to tap your arm three times when he needed air. you just hoped he wouldn't forget it.

"enjoy, dokja."

you continue to thrust your hip down on his, not minding him chasing his own pleasure as well. he blinks a couple of times, lack of oxygen finally caught up to him.

he gasps out through his muffled cries. he couldn't see properly, vision hazy. he kicks his legs out at the lack of air, and he claws at your wrists.

though, he refuses to tap your arm.

then dokja's eyes roll back, hips coming to a stuttering halt. it seemed holding his breath made everything more intense. you hear the sound of him spurting out come and it leaks through his pants, staining your own clothes.

you gape at him. there's was so much. more than he normally produced. "look at that..."

you remove you hands from his face, he gulps down air greedily, ignoring the way his face burns as you continue to stare at him. "i didn't think you'd like breathplay..."

dokja stares his pants with tears running down his face, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

[[ ki mdok ja lik es bein g chok ed ]]

...

[themissinghand]

Nice to meet you🤗..If the request is still open, Can I ask for Dokja's request for lucky female readers?🥹..Where do reader have high good luck?.The reader and Kim Dokja have known each other for a long time because the reader first started a conversation with Dokja (I'm sure it's fun when Dokja introduces reader to his group😂.) It's okay if not. Just don't be stressed by the requests. I hope the requests don't bother you.. Thank you.. And may your whole day till night be good.. Bye-bye.. Don't forget to take care of yourself.🤗💕

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Lucky Star

Summary: In which Dokja finds his lucky star.

Or, maybe he’s not that unlucky after all.

Pairing: Kim Dokja x Lucky! F! Reader

Note: Thanks for your patience! Make sure you all take care of yourselves too~

Noona: typically used by younger male to call an older female or sibling.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

If there is an angel in this world, then it must be you.

You were a bright light in his life, providing salvation to him in forms of patience, encouragement, and friendship.

You were his manager at the game company he worked at. Someone who was vibrant and cheerful, who possessed an uncanny ability to turn the mundane into moments of joy.

"Dokja! Let’s go for a drink!" You would say, your infectious enthusiasm pulling him into a world where deadlines and stress would melt away.

But you also knew when to not take in bullshit.

“Hey (Y/N), why are you overreacting? Huh? Just because I didn’t do my work the one time-“

“One time? It’s been a week since you did anything. And you put it on the newbie to finish it?”

“So what? You’re a terrible manager anyway, that’s why women shouldn’t work here-“

A snap silenced him.

“Hey mother fucker, calculate your severance pay. Talk to me like that in the disputes office and see who dies first.”

Kim Dokja heard it accidentally, but from then on, his respect for you has soared above the clouds.

"Dokja, you've got this! I'll teach you the ropes.”

Dokja marveled at your ability to lead the team with outspoken confidence, patiently teaching him the ropes and offering unwavering support when the challenges of the workplace seemed overwhelming.

“Happy birthday to our newbie, Kim Dokja!”

“Merry Christmas everyone! I got some gifts!”

“Ya, let’s go out for a drink everyone! I got the holy bank card from the boss!”

The team loves you for being a beacon of light, someone who could be fun and leader-like at the same time.

Dokja couldn't help but think that you must be cherished by the heavens, as you were blessed with an extraordinary dose of luck.

Like how you would “accidentally” meet important connections and befriend them, leading to successful results in projects.

Or how you would win those in gacha games with the character that you wanted.

“Noona, if you were in a game, your luck stat would be maxed out.”

“I guess so, but isn’t that good?”

Very soon after, little did he know that your luck would soon become a lifeline when the world plunged into chaos.

When the apocalypse struck, Dokja stumbled upon the familiar face in an unlikely place – the convenience store, hastily gathering supplies with a calm demeanor that belied the impending doom. It was then that he realized the depth of her luck, a quality that extended beyond corporate success.

Like how does someone find a healing elixir in a pile of junk food in the convenience store!?

Or how does she find a ultra rare bow in a police station?

What is this unfair world!?

Dokja appreciates your help and your luck, but at the same time, he can’t help but lament on his own life.

Perhaps the luckiest thing that happened to him was dating you.

With such a thought, Kim Dokja’s lips curled up and hugged you from behind.

“What wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Does my good boy want some love?”

Although he was blushing aggressively and in public, he couldn’t help but nod.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is squealing and wishing for grandchildren]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ thinks Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ play a main character of a romance comedy show]

[The Constellations have sponsored you 1000 coins]

“Get a room.”

Dokja expected the worst when Yoo Joonghyuk entered the scene, but to his surprise, your life was spared.

“She’s useful.” Says the emo sunfish as he glares at Dokja for absolutely no reason.

(Okay, there might be that one time where he returned a punch, and absolutely wrecked that protagonist…no regrets)

Dokja wants to smack him a few times in the face.

The revelation that her constellation was the Secretive Plotter added another layer of mystery to her extraordinary luck. The constellation seemed to guard her against many dangers, marking her as someone to be protected, though for some unknown reason.

Can’t say Kim Dokja has any complaints about that at all.

You must be protected at all costs.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ thinks her lucky encounters and moments are interesting]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ donates 1864 coins]

Whatever it is, Kim Dokja has no complaints…scrap that, he has too many complaints since he has too many rivals!

“(Y/N), you are my lucky star right?”

“Yep! Don’t worry!” She pats him on the head and he ignores the knowing looks from others on the team.

“Hug.”

“Someone’s needy today.” Kim Dokja gave others the middle finger behind your back as he rested his head on your shoulders.

From that point on, Dokja affectionately dubbed her his "lucky star" or, as they playfully jokes, his "lucky charm."

Whether it was winning luck-based games or navigating perilous situations unscathed, your fortunate aura became a source of both amusement and comfort in the face of uncertainty.

“So, what’s it like raising a puppy as a Sugar Mommy?” Han Sooyoung asks you, who chuckles lightly.

“Han Sooyoung.” Kim Dokja twitched a brow, but calmed down a bit when you held his hand.

“He’s not a puppy, but he’s cute and bites people he doesn’t like. And he protects me well!”

“(Y/N)!” Kim Dokja blushes in embarrassment but couldn’t say anything in his stuttering mess.

Han Sooyoung raised a brow before she mimicked a barfing action.

“Damn girl, you have it hard, I respect you.” She patted your shoulder before leaving.

“Dokja, just like I’m your lucky star and charm, you are my lucky puppy. Okay?”

Looking at your puppy face, Dokja couldn’t say no.

“Fine…just don’t call me that in public…”

Kim Dokja felt a kiss in his nose, and he reciprocated the action by lacing your hands together.

“Aw, who’s a good boy?”

“Stop it…”

Your laughter is music to his ears, and while sometimes your teases make him want to hide somewhere in a hole and die from embarrassment, he loves you all the same.

“Get a room!”

“Shut up you sunfish!”

Maybe cursing at the protagonist isn’t the greatest idea.

(When has that ever stopped him?)

“I will kill you Kim Dokja!”

[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.

-----

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.

-----

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.

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Twisted Wonderland

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Idia

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Vil

Rook Hunt

Epel

Seven Deady Sins

Zeldis

Ban

Meliodas

King

Estarossa

Gloxinia

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Kim Dokja

You joongyhuk

Genshin Impact

Aether

Scaramouche

Cyno

Tighnari

Al-haitham

Zhongli

Pantalone

Dottore

Childe

Xiao

Venti

Obey me

Literally everyone

Luke is sfw only

Dc Comics

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Tim Drake/Red Robin

Damian Wayne/Robin (sfw only unless aged up)

Fairytail

Natsu

Gray

Sting

Rogue

Gajeel

Cobra

Laxus

Freed

Mest

Acnoglia

Zeref

Black Clover

Yami Sukehiro

Nozel Silva

Finral Roulacase

Zora Ideale

Asta

Yuno

Luck Voltia

Magna

Fuegolian Vermillion

William Vangeance

A Certain Scientific Accelerator

Accelerator

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

Rimuru Tempest

Veldora

Diablo

Benimaru

Grucius

Youm

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura

Amaimon

Tokyo Revengers(this includes bonten,etc)

Hanagaki Takemichi

Mikey/Manjiro Sano

Draken

Mitsuya

Baji

Kazutora

Sanzu

Rindou

Ran

Taiju

Percy Jackson and the Olympians(includes Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo)

Percy Jackson

Nico di angelo

Will Solace

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Avatar (James Cameron Movies)

Jake Sully

Lo'ak

Neteyam

Spider

Aonoung

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