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darling-pichi · 10 months
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butterfly kisses for the birthday boy 🦋💕
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darling-pichi · 10 months
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hualian cheebs,,, hoping to make charms :,)
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darling-pichi · 10 months
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Can u tell who they are
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darling-pichi · 10 months
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wwx: lan zhan! lwj: mm wwx: lan zhan!!!! lwj: mm wwx: kiss? lwj: mhm
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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Trying to learn how to use tumblr but goddamn I’m just getting distracted with how many cool fanart in here 🤫💕
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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look at his twig ass,,,, HES EVEN READING ON HIS PHONE WHILE YJH CARRY HIM LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES
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do not let go the kdj
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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stealing clothes
college au ft. domestic joongdok. i am so predictable.
also on ao3.
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Kim Dokja is extremely lucky to have Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate. Not just because Yoo Joonghyuk is the campus heartthrob and Kim Dokja is the one who gets to see him everyday, and not because Yoo Joonghyuk is the perfect house husband, cleaning and cooking because he banned Kim Dokja from doing both. 
While both those things are nice, the best part about having Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate is stealing his shirts. 
Not to do anything weird! They’re just… comfortable.
He even got permission! For the first few, at least. 
It all starts because Yoo Joonghyuk was going to throw out perfectly good shirts that have been worn and washed enough to become soft, the type of softness that even the most high quality shirts can’t capture. They weren’t dirty, or torn, just old. So Kim Dokja protests this and tries to get Yoo Joonghyuk to keep them, only for him to scowl and throw the shirts at him.
“You keep them then,” he said, then left. And Kim Dokja did. 
He’s well aware that wearing his hot roommate’s shirts might be (is) weird, so he only wears them on long nights when he needs some extra comfort to get him through his last assignments, or when Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t home. He never wears them when Yoo Joonghyuk might see. He’d rather die. 
And because his wonderful roommate is out for the night, no doubt at a party celebrating his latest gaming tournament win, Kim Dokja is settled in for a long night of reading, curled up on the couch in one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s old shirts. It’s long enough to reach down past his thighs, so he doesn’t bother wearing pants, and a blanket over his shoulders helps with the chill his exposed collarbones bring. 
The apartment is quiet, most people out or sleeping, and the latest update of his favorite web novel is a long one. And should he get hungry, there’s dinner in the fridge, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk who is very determined to get Kim Dokja eating more regularly. 
It’s been too long since he was able to be so relaxed and comfortable. No urgent deadlines, no projects to stress about, no tests in the near future hanging over his head like a guillotine. 
He’s so comfortable that halfway through the chapter he’s reading, Kim Dokja begins nodding off. The living room is gradually getting darker as the sun begins to set, and he sees no reason why he shouldn’t take a nap; his sleep schedule is fucked anyways, a little rest won’t hurt him at all.
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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Yoo Joonghyuk: *lying unconcious*
Kim Dokja: Oh no! He isn't breathing!
Yoo Joonghyuk: *stirs and sits up*
Kim Dokja, who didn't notice: Do I have to give him mouth to mouth?!
Yoo Joonghyuk: *lies back down*
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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helloo, may i request for another kim dokja x top male reader smut? thank you.
Damn, it has been so long since I last posted something. Guess I'm back sweethearts
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝔻𝕠𝕜𝕛𝕒 𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕡! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘
-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-
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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 & 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕕𝕟𝕚
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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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.
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darling-pichi · 2 years
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