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Hinata Shoyo from Haikyuu!!

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Shoyo came running up the stairs towards the rooftop. His boyfriend was waiting for him upstairs to eat lunch together. He was running late due to a mini receiving practice with Sugawara. Once he'd arrived, he saw the [h/c] head sitting quietly on the bench. Looking down to his unopened bento box. Shoyo smiled widely and ran up to him.

"[N/n]!!" he shouted even though the male couldn't hear him. Jumping onto the male and hugged him ever so excitedly. [Name] laughed at his highly energetic boyfriend and hugged him back. "Sorry, I'm late! Sugawara-senpai asked me to stay back for a while for practice," Shoyo signed as he spoke. "It's okay. Shall we eat?" [Name] signed back and the other nodded.

They both happily ate lunch together until Shoyo jolted up, remembering something. He looked at his lover with such determined eyes--mouth full of food. He laid the bento onto his lap and slid himself closer to the other. "I want to introduce you to my team! Is that okay?" he signed excitedly, a smile lingered on his face steadily. [Name] paused, the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth as he stared at Shoyo. He took a couple of minutes to think about it and eventually gave in to his request. He gave Shoyo a subtle nod, along with a small smile. "Why not?" he signed.

Adrenaline rushed through the shorter male's body. He hopped off the bench with his bento in his hands. "Really?! Then, I'll introduce you later during practice. Okay?!" he proposed. This time, he was jumping on the spot. [Name] chuckled, holding Shoyo's hand with his. "Calm down.." he spoke up, words slurring close together, but Shoyo was able to make it out. He retracted his hand and signed, "I can't read your lips if you speak too fast,"

"Oh, sorry!" the decoy quickly apologized by making a gesture of pinching the bridge of his nose, then opened his hand with fingers closed, and he lowered it with a slight bow. He grinned at his boyfriend before hugging the life out of him. He then continued to ramble on about what he had planned for the meet-up.

Soon enough, it was already practice time. Shoyo waited for [Name] outside his class. Bouncing on the spot as excitement filled him. Watching the taller male packing his bag with a huge smile. Once he was ready, he intertwined his hand with the other, dragging the poor boy out towards the volleyball gym.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Shoyo yelled as he slid the gym doors open. Capturing all the attention from everyone in the place. "Oh! Hinata! It's okay!" the silver head third year assured, walking towards the couple. "Who's this? Are you recruiting new members?"

"Oh, no! He can't play. This is my boyfriend, [L.Name] [Name]!" he proudly announced, squeezing the [h/c] head's hand.

The others began crowding around the couple and asking questions. Curious about their relationship and such. While they converse, Kageyama was fiercely observing the boy that Shoyo brought in. The stare was so intense that Tsukishima, who stood not far from him, thought he was planning murder. "Oi, are you going to stare at him until your eyes pop out? Or are you tragically in love with shrimp's partner?"

The setter snapped out of his gaze and glared at the other. "Shut up," he told him off, looking back at [Name]. "I was wondering why he looked familiar," he paused, recalling his memory. "Yukigaoka Junior High's number 7. A middle blocker. One of Hinata's teammates that I played against," he noted, placing his finger on his chin. Tsukishima hummed in response,not really caring much.

Suddenly, the blue haired setter felt chills down his back. He heard a snicker beside him. "Seems like he heard you over all that noise," the blonde gave him a snarky look. Kageyama looked up to see [Name] staring at him like a killer pin pointing his next target. It was a look that he was familiar with. [Name] was the same person who punched his face after the game ended with his team winning against his.

Kageyama grabbed onto the net as he leaned down to Shoyos's height. "What have you been doing for the last three years?" he taunted the shorter male. Unfortunately, [Name] had overheard him, and it prompted him to swing a hard punch towards the blue haired male's face. Yelling and screaming at him while his teammates had to hold him back.

"Who do you think you are to say that, dickhead? Damn asshole! Don't you dare question his abilities!" [Name] continued to scream while glaring at the setter who was holding his nose in great pain while getting off the floor with a couple of his teammates' help.

The middle blocker got kicked out from making such a commotion and inflicting violence on the opponent team. The competition had to be put on hold for a moment.

"Oh! [L.Name], I remember you! You were the middle blocker that played in the Junior High game last year, right?" Daichi asked him. [Name] glanced up and gave him a short nod. "That's right! You were that tall dude who was blocking Kageyama's team like a maniac!"

"Yeah!!! [N/n] was so cool!! I owe him a lot for most of the points we scored!" Shoyo began jogging on the spot, pumped up with energy. "Why isn't he playing volleyball then?" Kageyama's voice dominated over the others. Causing everyone to look at him. Dampening the lively mood that that the decoy created. [Name] nudged his boyfriend's arm, arching a brow. Wanting to know what's happening. "Kageyama wants to know why you aren't continuing playing volleyball," he signed, catching everyone off guard.

"He's deaf," Shoyo turned back to face them while signing it for his lover too. The [h/c] haired sighed softly and crossed him arms. Used to this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hinata. We didn't know. No wonder you kept answering the questions," the captain apologized while bowing at them out of respect. The volleyball club followed along. [Name] read Daichi's lips and showed a smile. "It's okay," he muttered. Easing everyone's guilt. "Yep! [N/n] doesn't mind it! He's very cool!" he let out a light hearted laugh, clinging on to the said male's arm.

"Wahh.. You guys are adorable! [L.Name], why didn't you tell me you are with Hinata?!" Yachi joined in. Trying her best to communicate through whatever she had learnt so far for sign language. [Name]'s eyes widened a little. Touched that she was learning to sign. "Oh? Yachi, you know [N/n]?" Shoyo tilted his head. "Yachi is my classmate, Sho," [Name] replied for the blonde then smiled at her. He was about to sign back but he thought of how difficult it would be for her to understand. So he loosen his bag from his shoulder and took out a notebook and a pen. Writing down what he wanted to say.

"Shoyo is very passionate for volleyball so I let him practice as much as he can. I want to see him be the next Little Giant!" the female first year read out loud. Everyone else was moved by his words. Shoyo looked up at his boyfriend with trembling lips. Falling in love with him all over again. "[N/n]..." he whined.

The day continued on with practice. A singular chair was set for [Name] to sit on and watch. He was mesmerized. He didn't get to see Shoyo play for so long. There was a drastic change with his speed, his skills. Even his jump is higher. He felt chills run down his back. It was thrilling, amazing. So amazing that he was jealous. It wasn't Shoyo that he was jealous of, but his teammates. People around him. He watched the tangerine landed onto the wooden floor after making a good score with his spike. Bouncing around Kageyama. Obviously, he couldn't hear what he's rambling about but he knows that Shoyo was praising the heck out of that boy. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back against the chair.

Practice has finally ended and [Name] told his partner that he'll wait for him outside. Once he was out, Kiyoko walked up to Shoyo and gave him a light tap. Causing him to stop untying the net. "Oh Shimizu-senpai? Is there something wrong?"

"Hinata, I've noticed that [L.Name] was a little sad when he was watching the match. Is he alright?" the third year question, concerned for the male. "[N/n]..? I'm... not sure. Uh- I'LL LEAVE EARLY TODAY!" he announced loudly, rushing out the gym and straight towards the club room to change. Packing his stuff up and made his way to his boyfriend by the gym doors.

The male stood in front of the other, huffing for air. "[N/n], is something wrong?!" he signed. [Name] was startled a little and tilted his head. "Nothing's wrong? Why the sudden question?"

"Shimizu-senpai was worried about you. She told me you were sad! Did something happened?"

"Nothing happened, really. Should we go home now?" [Name] showed him a reassuring smile. Shoyo frowned a little but hesitantly nodded. The taller male gently grabbed his hand and intertwined with it. Lifting it up to kiss the back of his hand. "Don't worry too much.." he uttered. The other looked down and replied with a simple "Okay," while [Name] guided them forward.

As they walked together, the [h/c] haired couldn't help but reminiscence the moment where Shoyo was ecstatic upon scoring that goal. He could imagine the cheers he shouted. But he could not hear it. Why can't he hear it? Why can't he fucking hear it? He was supposed to remember it!

As the boy was having a breakdown in his head, his steps slowed down. Dragging down the other male too. Shoyo turned around, shocked to see his boyfriend sobbing. Alerted, he moved closer and wiped away [Name]'s tears. "What's wrong, [N/n]. Why are you crying??" he asked whilst cupping the other's face. [Name] replied with slurs of shaky words.

"I-I can't remember y-your voice,"

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.

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White hair [1/4]

Part 1 [here] | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

So this is my AU where 🃏 and 🧪 knew each other before petrification. And yes 🃏 is using his camera as a mirror to do his eye makeup and talk with 🧪, multitasker at heart~

Notes

•they started dating not too long ago

•Taiju and Yuzuriha knows Senku is seeing somebody but doesn't know its Gen because of his celebrity status

•This wont be a linear story more like parts of different events in the show I have it planned out just need to draw them

Hinata: See, I just don't believe in the moon. I think it's the back of the sun.

Kageyama, being held back by Tanaka and Daichi: Let me punch him just this once, that's all I ask of you.

James: Time sensitive question how to flirt with a boy?

Marlene: Throw rocks at he.

Mary: Hot Dogs.

Lily: Kill him.

James: Thanks girls.

Angel!Y/N : . . .

Angel!Lucifer, notices their stare : Is something the matter?

Angel!Y/N, snaps back to reality : Oh no, it’s nothing big- it’s just..

Angel!Y/N, blushing : It’s just your eyes.

Angel!Lucifer : My eyes?

Angel!Y/N, still flustered : They’re like.. sapphires.

Angel!Lucifer, surprised, smiles as his eyes twinkled :

Angel!Y/N, even more mesmerized :

Angel!Y/N, nervously laughs off the embarrassment : But that’s pretty corny though, Huh?

Angel!Lucifer, slides his hand over yours : Oh no, not at all. Anyone would like it.

Why do I feel like Levi would use you as an excuse for anything?

"Captain Levi, could you stay behind to watch the cadet—"

"No, my wife caught a cold. I want to be there for her."

First, he always calls you "wife" because, to him, it doesn't matter if you two aren't officially married yet or if you're saving money to get married. You're his wife. This man was devoted to you the second you agreed to go on a date with him. Second, you don't have a cold… you simply sneezed a couple of times that morning.

"Levi, could you stay for the following meeting—"

"No, Y/N is waiting for me back in my chambers, and it's already too late," Levi replied, picking up his stuff from the meeting office's table and interrupting Erwin.

"I'm sure Y/N will understand," Erwin tried to reason, but it seemed like Levi had already stepped outside of the meeting.

"What can I say, Erwin? I'm a good husband. You make your work a priority, and you lose your girl."

"Did you finish that report—"

"I was going to stay up all night, but Y/N insisted I go to bed."

But most importantly, Levi would use you to escape ANY social event that his antisocial soul could.

"Captain! Are you staying for the after-party?" Zackly asked, almost dragging him upstairs.

"No. I'm a taken man, and everyone knows what goes on at those after-parties," Levi groaned, taking off the friendly arm around his shoulder. "I'm going home. I'm going home to my wife."

"I'm sure Y/N will understand. Good wives do."

"You don't know my wife."

While most of the time, you're just a very calm, accepting partner. Levi's life as a captain is already hard, and you don't like to add demands to it. But somehow, he's always early from any event Erwin dragged him to, coming back to be in your arms, to fall asleep as you play with his hair, and finally be able to catch some rest. You don't mind it… but you have to admit it caught you off guard when a higher-up asked you to give Levi some freedom.

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timeskip kenma

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. ”

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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. ”

decided to have a lil fun and add another, humanity's strongest soldier.

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