#sub!omniscient reader's viewpoint

[femd-archive]

THE DUMB HERO

pairing: omniscient reader's viewpoint — lee hyunsung x fem!reader

word counting: 0.9k

content warning: both hyunsung and reader are soldiers in korea's army | kinda risky sex? but not really lol | pegging | slight nipple play | reader calls hyunsung's pecs 'tits' | feminization | dumbification | hands-free cumming | mention of pregnancy | aftercare

summary: you fuck hyunsung so dumb that he thinks you got him pregnant

side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes

With so little strenght, you push both of your bodies inside Hyunsung's room and close the door behind you, clumsly putting the lock on as you kept kissing your needy boyfriend.

Pulling apart, you attack Hyunsung's neck, making him bit his bottom lip. "I-I don't t-think we should do this here" he managed to say as he fights back the moans in the back of his throat.

"Why baby?" you grin against the skin of his neck. "Worried that the rookies might come back earlier? Don't worry, I send them to a 45 minutes morning run, and after that, they need to attend kitchen and laundry duties" you left another kiss on his jawline as you start to unbutton his uniform shirt. "That give us more than an hour, and I can work with that to make you feel good" you leave a little peck on his pouty lips, discarding his shirt from his body and throwing it in some part of the floor's room.

"Abuse of power" is the only thing that Hyunsung mumbles, making you chuckle as you grab him by his thick thighs.

He wraps his arms around your neck and jumps to your arms, wrapping his legs around your waist as he lets you guide the both of you to his bed and laying him in the matress.

Between lots of kisses and a few whispers of 'I love you', both of you ended up naked as you carried your pink strap-on on your hips. Hyunsung watched you with heart on his eyes as you lubed the dildo up, all while holding his legs up to his chest, waiting for you to fuck him.

"Ready, baby?" you ask, finally putting the lub bottle on the side and move between his legs. He nods cutely, making you smile and unable to resist the urge of kissing hum. Bending down, you leave a kiss on his lips which he returns. "You've been waiting for this, love?" you ask as you guide the tip of the dildo to his lubed hole.

"Yes love" he sighs dreamily, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he feels half of it going in. "Been so good...fuck me?" he asks, looking at you with those puppy-like teary eyes. How could you say no to such a cutie?

"Gladly" you shortly answer before thrusting was left of the dildo inside of your boyfriend, smiling at the way his eyes roled back as he let out a silent gasp. "Gonna fuck you full, yeah?" you grunt, starting to move your hips on fast pace.

Soon, the room fills up with Hyunsung embarrassing moans and the sound of your thighs slapping against his ass. The bed squeaks slightly, maybe loud enough for somebody to hear if they lean over the door, but not enough to be perceive so easily.

Hyunsung wrap his strong legs around your waist, pulling you closer and not letting you go. You reach out to his pecs, squeezing them before moving your fingers to play with his nipples.

"Look at your tits baby, they're so big" you chuckle, hearing him whimper. "They would be perfect to feed babies" you simply comment before slightly slapping his right peck, resuming back your thrusts.

Through teary eyes, Hyunsung looked at you and then back at his redden tits. In his fuzzy mind, the image of forming a family with you popped surronded by flowers and rainbows. Besides the pool of pleasure that formed in his tummy, his chest also swollen with love at the thought of carrying your kids on him and, after they were born, to cradle them in his arms, breastfeeding him with his big tits.

His left hand moves to his low stomach, where his 'womb' is as you kept on fucking him.

You give the last few thrusts as you see the thick ropes of cum shot all over your boyfriend's abs and chest, smiling at his ruined state. If only his soldiers saw how pathetic their lieutenant is, but this was a sight for you only.

Leaving a kiss on his cheek, you pull out of him, earning a whimper because of the empty feeling left on him. Taking the strap-on off, you leave on the side, deciding to clean it later for you to be able to take care of your boyfriend in his state.

"You okay, baby?" you ask, leaving a kiss on his forehead as you clean the cum out of his torso.

"Mmh, feeling so full" he slurs as he softly pats his stomach, now full of your babies. "What do you want it to be? A boy or girl?" he asks, caressing his tummy with circle movements as he looks dreamily at it.

You stop your own movements for a second, looking at him in shock. He looks back at you, a loving gaze meeting yours along with his cute tired smile, and there is where it hits you. «Oh, he's completely out of it» you think to yourself, as well as something new awakens in you. It wouldn't be bad to see your adorable Hyunsung with a swollen belly walking around.

"Mmh, a boy, so I can look at a mini version of you everyday" you answer back, finishing cleaning him up and tossing the wipes into the trash can besides the bed.

"Oh ~ I also want a girl for her to have all your features, and be as beautiful as her mama" he chuckles, voice slurred and dazed.

You finish putting him on some fresh briefs before moving beside him to cuddle him under the bed sheets. "Guess we'll just gotta wait to know what it's gonna be, right?"

"Mmh, but we're gonna love them regardless of who they are" he whispers, feeling his heavy eyes finally lose to the sleep.

Hearing his soft breathing you smile, leaving another kiss on his forehead as you cuddle him closer. "That's right, love"

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[llycaons]

honestly I don't really like the omniscient reader writing style. you can tell it's a translation, which I don't mind, but it's a little clunky. I kind of miss the art from the manhwa, but I want to finish the story and as far as I can tell, the manwha isn't complete

[kielmoon]

tbh I would've DEFINITELY grabbed his hand when we were kissing

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 😭)

[mihwee]

"I'll never admit it, You Fucking Lunatic."

Omniscient Readers Viewpoint

Pairings; Yoo Joonghyuk × Top!M!Reader

s.p: yoo joonghyuk was a known man for jealousy, atleast for you, and you find that one of the many things you find disgusting about him. Always so rude... so— dislikeable. You were a man that usually hates flings that cling onto you like some kind of leech. Knowing damn well it was just a one night thing. But yoo joonghyuk. I guess, a main character has its perks. Especially on charisma. That you even find his jealousy quite endearing.

On recent ocassions, you'll find a survivor you somehow like. then ofcourse yoo joonghyuk will "hate" that person as the same level as you. Becoming more irritable at his unpredictable behaviour, the usual glaring spiraled into a fight, and to a suprising turn of events.

sucks to know dokja coudnt stop this arguement from happening.

Warning: reader implied same height, reader and yjh implied as enemies/rivals , hate sex, secret admiration, degradation, no dom/sub roles (???) You both go feral. No spoilers for novel / anything above the webtoon chapters ^^ so everyone can enjoy, also dokja always breaks the fight between you two, so it doesnt end up as a half assed battle to the constellations. Tried to proofread 🤞

Tags: Choking, Ass grabbing, Thigh gripping, lots of gripping and biting, heavy cussing/degradation , No protection, sharp teeth, one shot. No plot/what plot? Slight ooc bc people go crazy when their ab to cum LMAOO

Dni: minors under the age of 16 do not request, minors under 14 in general DNI

Notes: hope its up to your liking, crack summary is that you both fuck with seething anger bcs yjhs fuckbuddy payed attention to smone else, dont know how to explain it but jealousy is (obviously) involved

"Hm, ofcourse." You smiled. As the person you recently saved hugged closer, much more comfortable than they were earlier. shivering, well, you though to yourself. At that small stature, even shorter than han sooyoung, you even doubt if they'll survive if it wasnt for you. "Thank you, mister." Said brunette.

as they gripped onto the oversized cloth you've given them, you saw yoo joonghyuks mocking stare from a seat over. You scoffed, glaring back at him. Hes doing this stupid shit again, where he starts something for no reason. And it somehow always you that he argues with. With dokja and the others, he seems cold. But christ when it comes to you even coming a step closer— he always has something to say, As if you just didnt fuck his brains out a month ago.

the campfire crackled, as the leaves rustled at the mightnight air. Dokja discussed with others on how they should move forward, and make haste. the scenarios condition doesnt look good, to add to that, you saving a random and basic person off the streets was something that added up to yoo joonghyuks hatred.

as the others talked from a distance over, it was only you, yoo joonghyuk, and the survivor. Awkwardly quiet except from the glaring you two were doing for the past hour. You sighed, feeling annoyed. you brung the girl closer with just one hand, as the woman flinched, a blush slowly spread around her frozen face. "ah, i think you need to rest. " you chuckled, smiling. "How about you go in that tent? Ill accompany you."

As both of you stood up, the tension was sliced in half. you joonghyuk scoffs and averts his glare another way. Whats with his deal? A single person woudnt drain all the materials. So why the hell is he angrier than usual? As you let the small woman go into the spare tent, you smiled and bid her goodnight.

"y/n." Joonghyuk blankly calls your name, standing right behind you. With his arms crossed. You glanced from behind, smiling fakely. "What is it?"

"Why bring her here?" As you think for a moment, your fingers curl as you hum. "I dont know, i just wanted to?" You laugh, smirking at him. "Is it bad for me to junghyuk-ah?"

As yoo joonghyuks glared sharpened, he let his fist curl around the collar of your shirt. "you know the scenarios will get harder as we progress. Adding another deadweight such as yourself will make nothing better." He hissed, yet you arched a brow, holding his wrist.

"Deadweight?" I laughed. "I saved your ass multiple times with Dokja hyung."

"Or, are you just jealous i didnt comfort and kiss you in the damned cheek?" You laughed, your nails grazing onto his skin as you felt his glare dig daggers into your face. The leaves rustled as the fire crackled a Bright glow infront of you. No one near in sight other than the both of your presences.

"Come with me." Yoo joonghyuk exclaims, grabbing you by the forearm.

.

.

.

"Aw... joonghyuk-ah."

You grinned, biting your lip. his palm gripped tight onto your back, harsh enough to leave red swelling scratches. "Hah, you dragged me here so i can just fuck you? Were you jealous?" You teased. "You really are one of a kind... come on now, you know i wont replace you." Laughing, you felt him grit his teeth, Face flushed as your hips pounded onto his.

"Shut the fuck up y/n." He muttered. His voice hitched upwards as your dick hitted the hilt of his hole, making his muscles flex around your shaft, his head was a mess. You were just as ridiculous as what the rumours say. Always in some pretty girl or boys bed one occasion or another. And what made yoo joonghyuk even more pissed, is that you treated him nothing like a toy. He felt even more irritated of himself that he chased you around no matter the situation, like some kicked puppy.

Yoo joonghyuk coudnt help but relish in the feeling of your thick cock pounding into his ass. His rigged muscles flexing, Shuddering. Shivering at every movement. He gritted his teeth, his nails digging marks onto your back as you held your shirt up high by your teeth, grinning at the sight before you. Yoo joonghyuk shut his eyes tightly, letting out a broken moan with a cracked voice.

You groaned at the sound, feeling him tighten even more around you as he pushed his lips back to ravish yours. Biting hard enough to draw blood, your lips tainted with bruises.

He was particualarly rougher than usual. and more eager to please. His cock bouncing with need at every thrust, his legs wrapped around your waist, enough to forcefully pull you down to his chiseled body. "Fuck...." he murmured, underneath his breath. Why doesnt this feel enough?

And suddenly, with a push, you grabbed yoo joonghyuks neck. Your palm pressing him down on the soft mattress. "fucking stupid slut. All you do is be a little bitch all day huh?" You cursed, your fingers pressing down his airway. — The bed creaking with the force of your thrusts, Yoo joonghyuk can finally feel like hes enjoying this. He needed your attention. does he hate to admit it,— He will always beg for it. And he doesnt want some random fucking stranger taking it away from him.

He moaned, his hand reaching up to grip your hair, and his other to wrap around your forearm. Out of breath, gasping for air with a broken voice. "Hah? Ah... hah... yeah thats it yoo joonghyuk ah." You smirked. Your dick making a dent even onto his muscled torso. His cock dripping streams of precum. "Shut..shut.. ahh.. shut the fuckkk.. up.." yoo joonghyuk gasped for air. "And just keep.. fucking meee!" He moaned out brokenly. His fingers gripping onto your hair as your scalp ached.

His head was an utter mess at this point, words slipping out of his mouth that even he would rather end his own life if he would to see this sober. Or lets say, a post-orgasam bliss.

After minutes and minutes of skin slapping against skin, and multiple words of degradation. One particular thrust seemed to send him over the edge. You groaned, a half moan as you buried your dick deep into his quivering ass. Filling him to the brim with your cum. He threw his head back. Following soon after. Moaning as he clenched around your shaft, his body shuddering as he held onto your head and back. His own dick spurting out long ropes of come.

It felt amazing, his legs unable to pick which way he should cling onto you. The heel of his foot seemingly digging onto your back. Your body littered with bruises and bites, blood and sweet bodily fluids dripped down your torso. You breathed out, your hips twitching as you came hard and deep. Taking a long moment to catch your breath.

"y/n." Yoo joonghyuk groaned your name. Low and husky as he tried to recover. Your dick awkwardky still in his ass.

"....Who the fuck told you to stop?"

[gffa]

You start Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint with an intriguing concept. A webnovel about “Three Ways To Survive in the Apocalypse” that this shy nerd has been reading for 10 years and is the only one who has been reading it, is ending, and he’s kind of sad about it, because he’s loved it for so long, he’s tried recommending it others, but got shut down because nobody believed he wasn’t the author trying to promote himself, so he just gave up, he doesn’t really have goals in life, he doesn’t interact well with others, he’s socially awkward and quiet, he defines himself as having a “reader’s life”, someone who just observes the story, but then suddenly THE EVENTS OF THE NOVEL ARE REAL. The apocalypse is happening around him and everyone is freaking the fuck out and he is as well, like, what in the actual fuck, but he knows a few things to expect because he’s read all 3k+ chapters of the webnovel and you can see him start to piece things together when monsters are suddenly attacking and they’re being forced to kill each other and he manages to find a way out, with as little bloodshed as he can. You understand the shape of this 550 chapter story, you understand that it’s like ten novels worth of story, you understand that Kim Dokja is going to slowly become the protagonist of the story, even though the story already has a protagonist and you can feel his presence looming over the story and terrifying DKJ, they can’t meet yet, he’d be crushed by this guy, it’d ruin everything. But WHOOPS he does meet the protagonist of the story and gets hung out by his neck over the crumbling edge of a broken bridge and he has to scramble to desperately lie to the protagonist because he can’t reveal how he got his knowledge of the events that are unfolding around him or even let on that he’s aware of the protagonist’s story. He gets himself thrown off the side into a sea-monster’s mouth and told to survive if he really is worth saving and you understand the shape of this story.  You see the early events that will shape Kim Dokja into becoming his own protagonist, getting him slowly out of the “reader” role.  He uses his knowledge of the apocalypse to obtain the special magical items he needs and avoid pitfalls that would have hindered him later and makes deals that will benefit him the entire way.  You see the shape of the story unfolding. You go through a brief timeskip, he’s gotten stronger, he’s used his knowledge to become faster and more powerful than most around him.  You see him join a group of other survivors and have to go fight a bunch of monsters, including a major Tier 7 Demon, which he defeats with forewarned knowledge, and he is steadily growing UNHINGED while he does it, like this boy isn’t so much off his rocker as he is using it for kindling, he just casually slices up the Tier 7 Demon, but, h-hey, aren’t you going to finish it off? everyone else asks.

All right, you understand he’s kind of a little more unhinged a little sooner than you were expecting, but it’s not that--

..........uh oh, you think. Turns out, because Demons are subordinates of Demon Kings, if you kill one, you get cursed to witness something truly horrible, and, sure enough, cowardly rich business man type steps in to steal the kill and oh shit okay--

And you realize, ohhhhhh, oh shit KDJ probably did this on purpose, knowing business man would steal the kill, because the start of this sub-arc had him saying that he wasn’t as nice as he appeared and he wasn’t just here to save people, and also you realize he maybe wanted to punish that guy for the shit he’d pulled on someone KDJ liked and-- And then, after all this shit goes down, KDJ is just like:

And you realize he’s already there, he’s already this unhinged and dangerous and scheming, he still thinks of himself as a “reader”, but he’s weaponizing that position and you have NO idea what kind of batshit antics he’s going to pull out of his ass next and-- And you realize YOU ARE ONLY ON CHAPTER 22 AND YOU WONDER WHAT IN THE UNHOLY FUCK IS GOING TO BE IN THE OTHER 530 CHAPTERS IF WE’RE ALREADY THIS FAR ALONG. Anyway, please read Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint with me, it’s completely out of its mind in the best way, and you can start with the webtoon, it’s super pretty and the translation is very smooth, and come yell, “WHAT THE FUCK??” at every new batshit event this story is throwing at me.

[dyinggirldied]

WHAT I HAVE LEARNT (MAYBE SLIGHTLY INCORRECTLY) FROM THESE WEBNOVELS:

Lout of The Count's Family:

- Being alive is the best

- Surviving with those you love is the best

- Those who give you food is kind

- If you cannot fight, run and recover your strength then beat your enemy with a rock

- Murder is OK

- Being a bit fruity and bloody is OK

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint:

- Stories can save you

- Even if your story only has 1 reader, it's still good

- Being fruity and dead is the mood

S-Classes That I Raised

- Being a mother/guardian/caretaker is tough

- There is no sub in the "gay subtext"

[izartn]

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The Way of the World | Chapter 1: First Sunset

Story Rating: General Audience Words: 4.0k Warnings: implied character death, angst, author's first fic

Summary: The world has ended, not in fire nor ice, but in a manner that shocked everyone. They became actors upon a stage for creatures beyond their imaginations. All they know to do is fight but brother against brother is turned with the stars bearing witness. Ahn Seungjae never thought he'd make it this far. Dragged into an inevitable failure of a journey with a ragtag group of survivors, he could see the end in sight. But hey, what's wrong with seeing things through for once?

Fandom: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (ORV)

Characters: These are all my OCs. I use anime faceclaims to describe their appearances. There likely won't be any canon characters except for constellations.

Ahn Seungjae used to love looking up at the night sky. 

For the longest, it had been a secret comfort of his. To look up and think to himself, “Ah, perhaps I’m not alone.” It was as if the world above was for him and him alone because there was an unfortunate truth. There were no stars as far as the eye could see. The light pollution of Seoul, Korea made it so that the night sky was simply darkness. Earth remained alone in the galaxy.

Still, he didn’t seem to mind. It was a statement of fact, really. Just as the Earth turned and life continued, the stars remained. His naked eye couldn’t make them out, but his heart could. They were there. On nights where he’d climb to the roof of his childhood home and look at the sky, he’d almost wish they’d look back. Just for a single moment. 

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is looking at you.]

Well, not anymore.

“I understand,” he mumbled out. 

Seungjae stopped in front of an abandoned apartment complex, taking in the sight before him. The building hadn’t been dealt significant damage. There was the occasional pile of debris from each floor’s concrete railing and lights flickering on and off, as if to signal to the rest of the world that its presence was there. Come to me! I can provide sanctuary! It was an annoying building, to say the least. Not like it was its fault. It was just a building. No, the real nuisance was what was to come the moment he entered.

[It is nearing the first wave of the sixth night. All sub-scenarios close at 8 P.M.]

But what other choice was there?

Everyone said the world would not change overnight, that the tide of change was gradual and what was once a stream would become a roaring river. Seungjae truly wanted to see their faces now. The world did, in fact, change. It wasn’t overnight like they thought, but rather at the end of the day with the sun’s pink and orange hues bidding humanity’s understanding of normalcy farewell.

Monsters emerged from the ground, from the sea, and from the sky. They crashed into buildings and let out ferocious roars, causing the general public to panic. After all, Seoul’s streets were packed at all hours but at this time, everyone was getting off work and students, out of school. The coincidence of the moment irked Seungjae, as he’d been one of the rare few not on those streets. That did not mean he went unscathed. 

It was a true ‘apocalypse.’ Before the Internet went out, there were live news stations explaining that this was a terrorist attack and to remain calm. Just like with the monsters’ emergence, the president’s head exploding was sudden and the screen darkened. That’s when he heard it, a voice belonging to what he soon learned to be a creature of myth. 

It was a furry thing, white covering its entire body as it wore a discarded rag of a… potato bag? Truthfully, he considered it to be small, but that was a thought that came later. Seungjae’s eyes roamed the strange being, identifying two horns on the top of its head. Eyes with scleras as black as the abyss and pupils as red as blood met his. Without even opening its mouth, Seungjae knew what exactly it was.

A dokkaebi. 

Its sickening voice was still in Seungjae’s head, ringing like a gong over and over again, like it knew no other home than his mind. He couldn’t complain too much. After all, the information following its appearance was far too useful to ignore. 

The world as they knew it was gone. There would be no more days of riding the subway to school, sitting in class half paying attention, or even sleeping peacefully in bed. Everything they took for granted was now gone and no amount of groveling would get it back. Instead, everything became more like a… a video game, so to speak. 

When faced with the confusion of fellow survivors, Seungjae found that to be the best explanation. They were in the middle of a game where they could level up their personal stats through the completion of missions or as the dokkaebi called it, scenarios. They even had an interface displaying their information. Had it not been a literal life or death situation, Seungjae might’ve found it to be interesting. Of course, the only interest he found himself having from then on was the desire to stay alive.

The first scenario targeted that specific desire. 

Kill. To take another’s life, it was as good as disregarding your own. However, when you’re staring the grim reaper in the eye, what are you meant to say? What are you meant to do? Accept it with open arms? The world may have changed but death still reigned as a primal fear. To keep living, it was etched into the bones of every human so much so that the moment the holographic message appeared, many individuals laid in pools of their own blood before the first ten minutes finished. Surviving the carnage wasn’t easy. 

Well, that was a general term. Some people had an easier time than others, realizing the specific wording and using it to their advantage. Some killed those nearby, mostly using their bare hands to do the deed because the conditions asked for a person, right? Then, there were some people who understood the scenario perfectly and still made the decision to draw blood. 

Well, what did it matter? At the end of the day, all survivors were labeled as murderers and the fairness of the world came to an equal standing. Seungjae stood among them with the pants of his school uniform splattered with blood. Whose blood, he didn’t dare say. To kill someone was the same as killing yourself, the innocent you that will never return no matter how many times you wash your hands. 

He washed his to the point it hurt. What a pathetic punishment, but even then he still did not lay down and die. He held no desire to. Thus, that’s how he found himself at this particular apartment complex. 

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is looking at you.]

A sigh escaped his chapped lips. Reflecting on his path to this specific point wasn’t going to do him any good. What he needed now was to face the present, not look over his shoulder at the past.

“I was just thinking.”

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ wants to know why you aren’t entering.]

That was another development of the new world. Constellations. The easiest explanation for them was that they were gods of some sort. So far, no one knew if they were gods from any existing religions and by no one, it was just Seungjae. Comparing notes wasn’t easy when everyone viewed everyone as a threat, even if said person was a sixteen-year-old teenager. Really, the caution was understandable, to an extent. 

Seungjae was that extent. 

Apparently after the first scenario came to an end, beings of odd origin appeared as holographic messages, the same as the one the scenario arrived in. It was apparent they went by nicknames of some sort. Why, Seungjae didn’t know. He didn’t bother to ask either. That particular thought hadn’t been at the top of his list. 

What had been was a constellation offering to sponsor him. It truly wasn’t a bad deal. Get the constellation’s blessing and in return, simply provide them with entertainment, which was to survive however he deemed fit. With a constellation backing him, surviving the scenarios would be easier. Much easier. 

Oh well. Perhaps Seungjae knew there was more over the horizon. Perhaps he simply didn’t want to be someone’s pet. Either way, the young teenager clicked out of the interest message with an annoyed expression. He refused. Since that day, which was really only over a week ago if Seungjae had to put things into perspective, the constellation didn’t stop pestering him.

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ has gifted you 15 coins.]

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is telling you to hurry.]

Right. The real reason he arrived at such a shabby shelter. 

He clicked his tongue at the messages blocking his view. The constellation had a good point. The sun was going down and before long, the streets would be full of monsters. What a nuisance. The world was the dokkaebis’ stage with people like Seungjae as the unfortunate actors. 

Upon receiving the message regarding the contents of the second main scenario, the tightness in Seungjae’s chest dissipated. It wasn’t as bad as he thought. Survive any means necessary. It was an ambiguous phrase, but otherwise very subjective. Some people may be able to hide for the scenario’s duration. Some may not. 

Word was that there were groups being formed all throughout Seoul. If certain individuals could team up and fight against the horde, there would be a genuine chance that the group would make it through. What the dokkaebi failed to mention only until after the second night finished was that the monsters terrorizing the city beneath the moonlight grew stronger as each night passed.

The blood scattered across the streets was a tell-tale sign of the dangers awaiting those who chose not to participate in the sub-scenarios. A silent warning. Would they rather fight against creatures with limitless strength or face a scenario they may not walk away from? Either way, death was a real possibility. 

[The constellation ‘Seer of the–]

Seungjae waved away the irritating message before plunging his hands into his jacket. Well, now or never, he thought.

One step. Two. Three. 

Eventually, the teenager found himself standing in the entrance of the complex. Several pairs of eyes landed on him, eyeing up the new player. The new threat. Most of them were adults, he noted, which they seemed to recognize as well. Children, women, and elderly were the weakest according to some survivors. Not worth their time unless there were ulterior motives involved. Seungjae watched as they turned away. 

Seungjae knew how he must look to them. It was the same as back in school. The sixteen-year-old was rather small for his age, standing at a simple height of 5’6”. Normally, most adults would wave it off and say he still had some time to grow, but even his body appeared to be dainty. His shoulders weren’t wide like the athletes at his school. Every time he ran, it looked like he was about to fall over any second. Even with the jacket he found in a destroyed building several days ago, which used to be white if it wasn’t for the dust and dirt he uncovered it from, it was clear to everyone that Seungjae was a child. 

He pulled his hood over his head, stepping off to the side in order to lean against the wall. With just a few minutes left to spare, he figured this would be his only chance to eye up his competition… or his team, if they accepted him. 

There were about twenty people scattered around the entrance, each of them in varying states of weariness and anticipation. They were unlike him in many ways. 

Some were more put together, even though that was a clear lie. It was a sign of someone unable to adjust to their current reality. The world fell into a chaos so much more frightening than all of the end of the world tales combined, and still these individuals tried to hold onto the remnants of their past lives. Seungjae thought it was pitiful

For example, the man in a business suit. There was a large tear running down his right sleeve and blood coating the side of his button-up. When he caught the teen looking, he adjusted it in order to hide the obvious weakness. He’d been hurt. Whether by monster or by human, a wound was a wound and a wound was a burden on the rest of them. Disheveled dark hair, wrinkles covering his unclean face, and a skeptical gaze, he was your stereotypical office worker that didn’t get to clock out before it all ended. Poor guy.

Other than those who had yet to accept their reality, there were some who were adjusting at a fair pace. These individuals didn’t stand out too much. They knew the rules of the game and played by them. Their goal was to survive… usually. Seungjae could recognize several of those people amongst the group.

First, there were two of them in the corner opposite of him, a girl about his age—shocker, right—and someone who could’ve only been a few years older than her. His black hair was growing out from the buzzcut men in the military got, so it must’ve been only a few months since he finished his mandatory service. He wore a rock band t-shirt with a red-striped long-sleeve shirt underneath. Talk about emo, right? Or would that be grunge? Seungjae didn’t know.

The girl didn’t require as much deduction, seeing as how she was in a school uniform as well. It was different from his own. Where his was a simple white button-up with a black tie and slacks, hers was slightly more complex. She had a gray pleated skirt and a black sweater vest beneath a large black raincoat. She had black hair with the ends dyed blue. Either she was due for another dyeing session or she liked it that way. 

The man leaned down to whisper into her ear. Whatever the two were about to talk about couldn’t be heard from where he stood, so his gaze drifted off to his next target. 

A man, sitting on the concrete ground with a black hoodie obscuring any crucial details about him. The office worker was to his left, a little too close for what the teen would consider comfortable, but perhaps the man felt safest around someone who was feigning sleep. 

That’s right. Feigning sleep. The man on the ground’s breathing gave it away. At least, that would be the answer if anyone asked. 

Seungjae watched as the man shifted slightly, moving his arm only a slight bit to reach into the office worker’s pocket. His movements were stealthy that no one other than him seemed to notice. He couldn’t bring himself to care about what he was taking. It didn’t matter. Unless it was some magical item or whatever—he wouldn’t be surprised if those actually existed—nothing truly mattered. Money, possessions, they were just items of the past. 

Well, it was best not to get involved in such trivial matters. 

Seungjae turned his head to focus on the last person of interest when a piercing gaze met his. The world came to a hard stop and the winter air seemed to sink into his bones. How long had this woman been staring? How had he not noticed? Quickly, he looked to the ground, pulling his hood further down until all anyone could see was the tip of his nose and his poorly dyed hair. He hadn’t gotten to take care of it, leaving him with his roots black and the rest of it blonde. Once again, neither here nor there. 

That woman was dangerous. That was the only thought running through his mind. 

She stood against a wall, leaning back with her arms crossed over her chest. Despite it being such a casual posture, she looked elegant. Almost like a goddess. She had to be a model of some kind. It especially didn’t help when he noticed her attire. Her clothes were fairly clean, consisting of a white shirt with a dark skirt ending around her ankles. It was tight, seemingly only allowing enough movement for her to walk. How she survived up to this point was a mystery, one that Seungjae didn’t plan on uncovering. 

She’d be a good ally. She would also be a formidable enemy and Seungjae was not in the market for making either.

As he was about to settle into his spot to wait for the last few minutes to pass, murmurs reached his ears. 

You see, there was another type of person other than those too scared to move forward and those surviving. There were those that enjoyed the situation far too much and used it to their advantage. Whatever they wanted, they could have. The world was lawless and only those who refused to accept that would suffer the consequences.

Seungjae spared a quick glance, mindful now that he knew he was being watched. There were a few individuals huddled up in a group, looking over their shoulders for anyone listening in and… 

Well, look at that. Their eyes were lingering too long on that woman. 

Seungjae’s eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to move closer to listen into their conversation, a figure crashed into the wall beside him. Quite literally, right beside him. He felt the person graze him through the fabric of his jacket. His gaze lifted from beneath the hood to see what the whole fuss was about. 

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is looking at you.]

The office worker he took notice of earlier was red in the face and that was not an exaggeration. His face was red with the threat of his veins bursting. Seungjae wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up having a heart attack right then and there. He seemed to be around the right age.

“You little thief!” The man yelled, attracting the attention of everyone gathered in the hall. He pointed right at the person next to Seungjae. 

The man in the hood, but there was no hood… and this was no man. He was a boy. Specifically, this person was a teenager, same as Seungjae and the girl across the entrance, with bright yellow and black streaks, and piercings. The signs of a high school delinquent that caused nothing but trouble. 

A bright, mischievous grin aimed itself at the office worker. Seungjae briefly wondered to himself if he should’ve tried surviving the night out on the streets on his own. This whole situation was getting too bothersome for him. Maybe if he snuck out now?

A weight landed on his shoulders. A wide, accusatory glare was sent up at the owner of the offending limb. Seungjae did not get a look back and didn’t even get the chance to get away before the man’s ire was turned towards him now.

“You two— You must be working together!”

“Ahjussi, you are misunderstanding things,” Seungjae calmly stated. 

If he could just detangle himself from the situation and make his leave, he’d be able to let the two of them duke it out instead.

“What? No, he’s not.”

Ah, of course the delinquent had to speak up at this exact moment. 

“I don’t know you—“

“I want my phone back!” The older man cried out.

His phone? Seungjae heard stupid things since the beginning of the scenarios, but this really took the cake. Not only were phones practically useless to keep, they were equally useless to steal. Seungjae couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy! He was dragging him into this mess all because of a stolen phone. 

That’s it. He’s leaving.

Pushing the other teen away from him, Seungjae went to exit the complex. He couldn’t spend another second in the same room as all of these… whatever the hell they were. Of course, everything from that moment onward was set in motion. 

“Well, don’t we have an interesting crowd tonight!” That voice. Seungjae couldn’t forget it even if he wanted to. 

A dokkaebi blocked the entrance with its tiny body. It would have been easy to walk around it and into the cold streets of Seoul. That was if he wouldn’t be killed the moment he stepped out of the complex. The dokkaebi was well aware of this, giving Seungjae a smug smirk, as if he was looking at a large fish he caught at the end of his fishing rod, like he was the winning prize.

[The constellation ‘The Serpent Queen’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Guardian of Youths and Travel’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is looking at you.]

The messages were getting annoying. A sub-scenario was about to start and that obviously drew in any constellation with low standards and free time. This only made the dokkaebi smile with glee, floating past Seungjae in order to hover in the middle of the group.

“Welcome, you lucky few. You have seen me before so you know the drill, right?” The dokkaebi’s eyes silenced everyone. A few could only give a shaky nod in response, hoping that would appease it enough to continue with the instructions.

“Great! This scenario is a bit complicated, but I’ll only explain it once.” 

It waved its hand languidly, making the scenario screen appear before everyone’s faces. 

This was bad news, Seungjae thought. A scenario like this could only produce terrible results. Perhaps excessive bloodshed? Maybe even death. It may not say to kill anyone, but Seungjae could already feel the shift in the atmosphere. He was in the presence of murderers.

The dokkaebi clapped its hands before beginning its explanation, “There is one individual among you that is marked as a traitor. You must find this person and send them out of the scenario’s borders.”

The room stayed silent. 

“Of course, if that was all, I wouldn’t be explaining, right? This Traitor is capable of picking a partner. If you capture the partner and send them out instead of the original Traitor, they still have a chance at winning. However, if you catch only the original Traitor, they both lose.”

So naturally, anyone would be skeptical of one another. If Seungjae had been the dokkaebi, he would’ve done this sub-scenario further down the line, especially to groups of people that trust each other. Sure, there were the two in the corner, the teenage girl and the former military man, as well as the group in the other, but that was it. Still, it was a terrible scenario to go through. Because there was no trust established, people would have an easier time casting innocents out.

Seungjae was ripped from his thoughts when the woman who eyed him before raised her delicate—no, she was nowhere near delicate—hand. 

“Will this area remain a safe zone if we complete the scenario?” She asked.

He really didn’t like how her voice sounded. She was amused, truly, but also confident. That was a bad combination to go against, especially when her attention was still zeroed in on him. Chills ran down his spine.

The dokkaebi hummed. “Yes, only to the winning team, of course.”

“And if we don’t send out the Traitor, but someone who’s not?” This time, it was the annoying delinquent that spoke up.

“Then you’ll have to pray the monsters don’t come charging. It’s an automatic loss for everyone.”

Murmurs filled the air. Everyone had to play it safe now, but just how safe could you be before the sun rose, claiming everyone’s fate?

“My dear constellations, I’ve left you waiting for far too long! Without further ado, I present to you, Liar Liar!” The dokkaebi disappeared dramatically, blinding everyone before realization washed over everyone. The sub-scenario had begun. Before chaos could descend on the group, Seungjae eyed the notification in front of him with nothing but contempt. 

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ is concerned for Incarnation Ahn Seungjae.]

[The constellation ‘Seer of the Battlefield’ has gifted you 20 coins.]

I appreciate the sentiment, old man, but this isn’t the time, Seungjae thought to himself. Was this constellation expecting him to lose and get sent out into the cold night? Yes, it was an unfavorable situation to be in, but the constellation needed to have a little faith…

Who was he kidding? The result was glaringly obvious. 

[You are the Traitor.]

A/N: Hi! Thank you for reading! This is my first fanfic ever. I'd appreciate any and all feedback! This is just something I wrote in my spare time, so I don't know if I'll ever release Chapter 2. I'm really thankful you read all the way down! Thank you! Also, all of the faceclaims so far are: - Kenma Kozume playing as Ahn Seungjae - Kazutora Hanemiya playing as INCOMING OC

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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.

[xkseii]

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.

-----

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.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

[nebulations]

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page 1/3 of a comic of the ship Joongdok from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Yoo joonghyuk enters the first panel looking like his usual perpetually agitated self, the small text above him saying "Just came back from sub-scenario", he spots kim dokja in the distance. dokja closes the blue scenario window he was looking at, and opens his arms with a big playful smile asking for a hug to cheer joonghyuk up. joonghyuk looks even further annoyed and angry and dokja laughs at him

page 2/3, a panel of dokja having a large shadow cast over him as he looks up with surprise, followed by joonghyuk hugging him with one arm clasping over his back. dokja short circuits and is stunned with his arms still outreached and his earlier smile now frozen on his face

page 3/3, joonghyuk walks away with a huff, his earlier constant angry face unchanged, and dokja is standing in the background like a rigid statue, his silhouette covered with blue texts that read "Fourth wall is shaking!". The final panel displays the many reactions of the members of the kim dokja company in the distance, han sooyoung is facepalming at their stupidity, jung heewon is using the star stream's blue screen interface to take screenshots with a deadpanned expression, lee jihye has her mouth agape in shock, and yoo sangah covers lee gilyoung and shin yoosung's eyes with her hands while smiling like her usual self. End ID]

grrr gRGRRRRRR RGRRR bites on my keyboard,,, they are so silly,,, so stupidd,,,, garghhgfgghh,, smacks two miniature dolls of them together,, Hug,, HUGgg,

[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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[niilue]

Hi!! How are you? I just love taking unknown breaks 💀💀 Are you stil into orv brw?

Ok, I've been thinking of CEO/secretary dynamic with Dokja in his gaming company, and he's the most neediest, perviest man ever.

Like at any time in the day, he'd barge into your office and act so slutty, like giving out documents but showing off his seriously small waist. Maybe give you a little massage and start feeling you up. Sure it's sweet, but you just know he wants to get fucked now and there.

As a punishment, you make your dear secretary attend a meeting (like make him stand beside you). While presenting, you fiddle with the *ppt* remote, and Dokja has to try his absolute hardest not to moan out loudly. And you do this for hours.

Anyways, I'll take slutty dokja anyday 😇😇

hellou babyyyy, im good and u? and yes! i'm still reading it even though i still have a long way to read, but i am "simp of kim dokja" 🫢

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub kim dokja

dokja is a real brat when he's horny and wants to be used by you. he teases you in the slightest. he wears tight clothes revealing his slender figure, as well as tight pants revealing his fantastic ass.

he'd be the type to "drop" some papers and reach all the way down to pick them up, lifting his ass up and gently back up again. watching the way you look at him.

he likes to wear light pants and makes sure he wears feminine underwear, so you can see his thong as he walks past you.

you don't know how many times they've stayed late at the office on his account. lying that they need to fix a few things and it's just to take advantage and sneak into your desk and start sucking your cock/pussy.

when you're not in the mood, you just like to tease him and watch him stir in his own horniness.

imagine the embarrassment he feels when he's talking about an important matter and you take advantage of it to vibrate the toy he likes to carry inside his ass.

the number of times he has cum with that toy that stimulates his prostate is incredible. you feel a little sorry for him if he loses control and that gives him a hard time, but you don't care. he's a slut. he needs to learn.

while you talk you take care to look at him and discreetly move the button, making him squirm in his seat. his moans, disguised as "a cough" were already bothering everyone.

"mr. dokja, are you okay?" you ask mischievously.

"mmmhp,.. yes, yes! it's just hot in here…"

you raised an eyebrow letting silence reign in the room.

"i understand. when the meeting is over, i'll wait for you in my office, i don't like interruptions."

you continued with your presentation and the black-haired man had better not run before they were alone, because then he would receive a worse punishment than this. after all, only dokja was yours and you did whatever you wanted with him.

[jilted-love]

Kim Dokja as a dom praising overstimulated sub Han Sooyoung 👀 (yes this is also how I first thought of this scene when it happened 😅)

Me, in the middle of crying over Kim Dokja: Wait, this part sounds kinky if you squint

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A simple black and white only fan comics of Omniscient reader's viewpoint. Uriel is seen contemplating something, and then arriving at a brilliant idea: she is putting Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk into a sub scenario called "7 minutes in Heaven". Startled Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk see a box form around them. Now they are stuck together.

The space is cramped. Kim Dokja is embarassed, while Yoo Joonghyuk starts to seem amused at him. Kim Dokja: "What the hell is 7 minutes in Heaven anyway?" Yoo Joonghyuk: "You haven't played it?" Kim Dokja: "Isn't it just a movie trope?" Yoo Joonghyuk: "Could've just said you never been to a party." He is poking Kim Dokja's cheek. An embarassed pause. Kim Dokja: "Is there a way to win?"

Kim Dokja continues: "Do we have to do something specific for the scenario to end?". Yoo Joonghyuk: "Well... As far as i remember we either wait 7 minutes... Or kiss...". Kim Dokja Panics, hitting Yoo Joonghyuk in the face with his elbow in the process, deciding that they are doomed. 1 minute passes. Then 2. Then some indetermined amount. Tired of standing in the cramped space, Yoo Joonghyuk looks sleepy and is using Kim dokja's shoulders as a support, whil Kim Dokja has put his head onto Yoo Joonghyuk's labor, visibly annoyed.

Yoo Joonghyuk's face is cropped off, he is thinking out loud: "Maybe kissing would end this misery". Kim Dokja is not amused. "Kissing just to not spend 7 minutes here? Ridiculous." Yoo Joonghyuk is, however, serious, bringing his hands down towards Kim Dokja's face: " You draw the line at kissing? Coward." Kim Dokja: "Are you seriously calling me a coward over... a kiss?" He at last notices the change in Yoo Joonghyuk's posture.

The atmosphere changes to tender, as Yoo Joonghyuk carefully brings Kim Dokja's face closer to his.

But at the worst possible moment, the timer runs out and the sub scenario is over! The box disappeared, revealing stiff Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyk, who looks like a dear in the headlights. Kim Dokja seems to go through all the stages of grief simultaneously, grabbing his head with stressed expression, while Yoo Joonghyuk is grabbing his sword with a murderous one, determined to kill Uriel.

Kim Dokja pulls Yoo Joonghyuk closer by the lapels of his coat and kissing, while both blush furiously. He then storms off, leaving dazed Yoo Joonghyuk alone. Yoo Joonghyuk is the only one receiving Uriel's 5000 coins in sponsorship. End ID]

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