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“You bitch— argh—!” A man fell to his knees after being hit in the face with a pair of heeled boots.
“Wow, it’d be really nice if you made up a new insult.” The person wearing the heeled boots, Kim Dokja, mocked with a casual tone, smacking the man across the face with the baton he had been beating him up with for a while before he got the slip on him; normally, Kim Dokja did the minor heavy lifting during these incidents while his partner did the heavy-duty work but sadly, it seemed that he was cursed for today. “Look, how about you make this easier for both of us? You give me the combination to that safe, and I’ll kill you before my partner gets here. Or you refuse, and I’ll let you take your chances with him, to be honest, he has a kink for torturing people bloody and ripping their tongues out.”
The man’s face paled, but he still seemed to want to struggle, throwing something at Kim Dokja and almost slicing his eye out, instead only managing to make a cut across his cheek before Kim Dokja got fed up with the man and shot him in the neck (not his cleanest work if he had to be ashamed, but he was also not in the mood for torture today).
“Aish, why my face?” Kim Dokja groaned as he whipped out his phone to check himself in the phone’s camera, ignoring the gurgling and pained moans of the man whose carotid artery he just shot, absently noting that he was trying to stop the fountain of blood to no avail. “You should’ve cut my ear off instead? I’m not the kind of person who looks good all scarred up.”
Eventually Kim Dokja stopped hearing the sounds of the man dying in a puddle of his own blood, Kim Dokja sighed as he put his phone back in his coat before searching the dead man’s body for any sign of the safe’s code, and he let out an amused hum when he noticed the numbers on a small paper in his wallet.
“Thank you, you poor fool. It would’ve hurt less if you hadn’t been so annoying and stubborn.” Kim Dokja rolled his eyes as he got up to fiddle at the safe, turning the knob on the desired number until he heard a satisfactory click and the safe gave leeway for him to be able to open it up; allowing Kim Dokja to appreciate the sight of the documents his client had requested be returned to him safely,
Kim Dokja was about to pull them out when he heard the click of a gun’s safety level being removed, before the feeling of cold circular metal was pressed to the occipital prominence of the back of his head.
“Do not move.” A cold deep husky voice spoke slowly with an almost deadly lilt to it which enhanced its attractiveness to Kim Dokja by tenfold, before the breath of his speaker murmured against his ear, giving him an order in the most threatening and sexiest way possible. “If you know what's good for you, of course.”
Kim Dokja sighs in assent as he lets go of the documents before lifting his hands to the level of his head, revealing no weapons in hand before he turned around, a snide remark immediately slipping from his lips at the sight of the perpetrator.
“I have to be honest, this must be the most distasteful way ever to attempt to greet your partner, Secretive Plotter-nim~ But if you’ll get a kick from it then shoot me and get it over with, instead of your weak attempts of seduction.” Kim Dokja remarked with a smirk on his lips as he stood directly in front of the perpetrator and having the gun’s muzzle directly placed against his forehead, his smirk curling inwards as he registered the twitch in the man’s golden eye. “But, maybe you won’t be so lucky to get out here unscathed.”
A scoff came from the other man before the gun was removed from his forehead and Kim Dokja’s smaller frame was swept into a warm and protective embrace, he could feel Yoo Joonghyuk’s chin tucking itself on his shoulder and nuzzling into Kim Dokja, an action that earned him a gentle peck on the forehead. Yoo Joonghyuk’s heterochromatic gold and obsidian eyes locked with Kim Dokja’s silver eyes before he spoke up, his voice a deep and gentle croon that was a soothing balm over Kim Dokja’s nerves. “So, you were seduced by me?”
The feared and revered Demon King of Salvation immediately sputtered at the words that came out of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips, and Kim Dokja immediately proceeded to try to shove him off of him, squawking in displeasure.
Kim Dokja tried his best to shove him off but was stopped by a gloved hand immediately cupping his chin and holding him in place, just long enough for Yoo Joonghyuk to look at the cut done across his cheek and to be incensed at the sight of it.
(Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t a stranger to scars and neither was Kim Dokja, but to him, it had always been proof of him being unable to protect Kim Dokja to the best of his abilities.
It hurt him, to see someone as precious as Kim Dokja, to be injured so barbarically.)
“Who did this?” Yoo Joonghyuk sneered, tone incensed as he loomed over Kim Dokja, taking in the sight of the small scar that marred Kim Dokja’s cheek.
“Who do you think?” Kim Dokja retorted as his gaze flitted down to the cooling corpse a few feet away, Yoo Joonghyuk turned to look at it almost viciously as though he was contemplating chopping the entire body up and strapping the several fragments to bombs that would be sent to the corpse’s bosses and their families.
While Kim Dokja had a penchant for doom and destruction and fucking with people in general, he also didn’t like Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention leaving him just so he could wreak havoc on others.
(If his lover/partner was going to wreak havoc upon others then Kim Dokja preferred that he do so after pleasing him so thoroughly, and he was boneless, unable to say anything when Yoo Joonghyuk returned to him with the spoils of his victory.)
Kim Dokja removed his bloodstained gloves, not wanting any of the filth he murdered on this night to sully Yoo Joonghyuk, before cupping Yoo Joonghyuk’s face in his own callused and softer hands, thumbing gently at the frown before pulling him down to press an open mouth kiss to his lips; his mouth open and easy for Yoo Joonghyuk to do as he pleased with him, allowing him to toy with his tongue and curl his own around it as he tried his best to coax sweet whimpers and moans from Kim Dokja’s throat, swallowing them for himself since he was the only one worthy enough of stealing Kim Dokja’s sounds for himself.
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed appreciatively as he parted from Kim Dokja’s lips, about to remove his gloves when Kim Dokja’s hands intercepted his hands, pulling one of his hands to the level of his face, locking his silver eyes (eyes that made Yoo Joonghyuk feel like he was seeing deep into the starry skies of newly formed nebulas, as if he was in the presence of the most beautiful diamonds ever created from endurance and suffering) with Yoo Joonghyuk’s heterochromic eyes as he nipped gently at the seam of Yoo Joonghyuk’s leather bloodstained gloves and pulled it off with his teeth.
Yoo Joonghyuk could only stare at Kim Dokja, in awe and feeling desire fill every inch of his body at the action before Kim Dokja repeated the same action with his left hand, throwing the glove away with a jerk of his head, before cupping his own cheek with the ungloved hand, pressing a soft kiss into the palm of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand before nuzzling into it.
Kim Dokja was an insidious and manipulative little minx, designed specifically to make him mad with desire.
Yoo Joonghyuk cupped Kim Dokja’s face with both hands as he kissed him, so he could be able to clean his mouth from the disgusting blood of unworthy insects, to avoid them sullying Kim Dokja a second longer, making sure to invade his mouth with his yearning and desire, licking into the other’s mouth, not leaving a single crevice of Kim Dokja unexplored by him. His body instinctively pushed Kim Dokja against the wall next to the safe, making sure to pin him in place as he consumed his mewls, his whimpers, his breathy moans, his weak attempts to answer back to his tongue.
Kim Dokja was his; therefore everything of him belonged to Yoo Joonghyuk undisputedly.
“— oh shit— hey— relax— god, that feels good— stop—” Kim Dokja threw his head back at the feeling of one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s thick thighs slotting itself in between his thighs, making sure to grind his knee against Kim Dokja’s clothed cunt.
“I wish everyone could see you like this.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered as his mouth trailed away from Kim Dokja’s lips to lick and nip his ear, sucking a mark behind it as his hands trailed all over Kim Dokja’s writhing body. “I want everyone to see what the Demon King of Salvation really looks like; show to your little students that follow you around like ducklings, that this is your real face. Your real face, that looks like this just for me.”
“If it's just for you— I hate how you’re so fucking good at this— then doesn’t that defeat the purpose of you wanting everyone to see me like this—” Kim Dokja could never stand a single moment without being the last person to pitch in his final words. “— quite counterproductive, don't you think so?”
Yoo Joonghyuk stopped in his motions of grinding upwards into Kim Dokja’s cunt, to stare at Kim Dokja and his greedy rat bastard hands currently trying to undo Yoo Joonghyuk’s slacks.
“You’re such a mischievous little slut, have I ever told you that?” The next thing Kim Dokja knew was that Yoo Joonghyuk had removed his knee from in between Kim Dokja’s thighs to immediately flip Kim Dokja around, forcing him to put his hands on the wall he now leaned on, his own slacks had been tugged down just under the swell of his ass, allowing Yoo Joonghyuk to take in the sight of the pair of racy lace cherry red panties that covered his cunt (even though the fabric was starting to get wet from how good the fucker was making him feel), Kim Dokja could pretty much see the cogs in Yoo Joonghyuk’s brain start whirring as they tried to process the fact that Kim Dokja had arrived at assignment wearing such a racy piece of underwear.
Of course, nothing could’ve prepared Kim Dokja for the harsh and swift spank that was bestowed upon his covered ass, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk.
“—fuck! What the fuck—” Another slap immediately befell his covered soaked cunt, which had Kim Dokja’s legs quivering as they buckled from the immediate surge of pleasure due to the action. “—this! Ow— isn’t funny— oh fuck—”
Kim Dokja had been too overwhelmed by the pleasure granted by Yoo Joonghyuk’s harsh spanking (apparently it was Yoo Joonghyuk’s way of showing how much he actually liked Kim Dokja’s pussy, aside from plowing it until it was an absolute wreck) to notice that it had only been one hand, when he finally realized the thick cock gliding itself across his covered pussy, Kim Dokja’s hips jerking back into its touch since he wanted it. “Kim Dokja, do you want me to fuck you?”
Kim Dokja’s entire body shivered at the deep baritone whisper into his ear, one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands came up to wrap itself around Kim Dokja’s neck, as to make sure he couldn’t try to squirm away from him. Kim Dokja could only go limp as he felt the warmth of Yoo Joonghyuk’s covered chest lean on his clothed back, whispering back as he tightened his thighs around the cock that was slowly grinding its way in between them. “Of course, I do. Don’t you see how much I want it?”
“You know what? I can’t actually see it, but it’d be nice if you could show me how much of a sweet little whore you are and tell me if you want it?” Yoo Joonghyuk answered, tone serene and relaxed as though he had just finished briefing their handlers on how the mission ended rather than literally grinding himself all over Kim Dokja’s panties, his hand loosening its grip around Kim Dokja’s throat.
Kim Dokja wanted to whimper, but a small huff was the only thing that left his lips as he leaned forward, trying his best to not face-plant into the wall as his hands weakly came down to slip down his panties, so they could bunch up under the swell of his ass alongside his slacks, slipping a hand in between his legs to spread open his sopping wet folds to show Yoo Joonghyuk how much he actually wanted it.
“Yoo Joonghyuk, I want it so badly.” Kim Dokja rambled, feeling a bit irked at the fact that he needed to plead for cock, slightly swaying his hips as though he was an enticing little minx. “Please—”
Kim Dokja felt dazed when Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands immediately descended to grip tightly onto his hips, pulling Kim Dokja’s cunt back to meet his cock as he shoved himself deep inside of Kim Dokja, so deep Kim Dokja was certain that he could feel him in the back of his throat; the only sound that slipped from Kim Dokja’s lips was a garbled moan, his mind focused on the fact that he wasn’t empty anymore.
Kim Dokja’s mind didn’t come back to reality until a while later; his face slumped into the wall as he moaned and whimpered from how harshly he felt Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock making a mess of his cunt, the tip of his cock most likely kissing the entrance to his womb
(yes, he knows anatomy and no, no anatomical inability will make him stop thinking about how Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock is large and long enough to actually reach his cervix, thank you very much),
drool slipping down the corner of his lips as soft
‘ah, ah, ah’
slipped from his lips, his eyes were watery and unfocused.
The room was filled with the sounds of his cunt being ruined by Yoo Joonghyuk’s monster cock (Kim Dokja doesn’t understand how he had ever managed to live without his cock, but he didn’t want to spend anytime without it); the high-pitched whimpers, moans and ‘ah, ah, ah’ that Kim Dokja made; and the sound of Yoo Joonghyuk’s groaning and hissed praises into his ear.
“Aren’t you my pretty doll?” Yoo Joonghyuk fervently whispered as his hand cupped Kim Dokja’s jaw, turning his head slightly around, so Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes could feast on the sight of Kim Dokja’s debauched face before swallowing his moans for himself; his hips still continued the same mind blowing pace into Kim Dokja’s cunt, delighting himself by the way it tightened around his cock, the way it just gave into Yoo Joonghyuk’s fervent fucking, the sweet melody of flesh against flesh as he mercilessly pounded into Kim Dokja’s squelching wet cunt.
Yoo Joonghyuk enjoyed the taste of Kim Dokja very much, but nothing would surpass the face that the sight of such a proud, self sacrificial, witty, sometimes moronic, and delightful person such as Kim Dokja being reduced to nothing more than a tightly coiled string of pleasure; every single sound that slipped from Kim Dokja’s mouth at that moment belonged to Yoo Joonghyuk; every twitch and sway of his hips belonged to Yoo Joonghyuk; every twitch that made Kim Dokja’s body coil in delight belonged solely to Yoo Joonghyuk.
If he couldn’t have these things, then no one would.
—Kim Dokja, the elusive and feared Demon King of Salvation, solely belonged to Yoo Joonghyuk; he would make sure to ruin Kim Dokja completely to make sure that Kim Dokja never even considered allowing another to even look in his direction.
“My pretty pet is so good to me.” Yoo Joonghyuk snarled, his grip on Kim Dokja’s jaw and waist tightened as he heard and felt how Kim Dokja came, the way his cunt delightfully clamped down on Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock and even squirted a bit to stain the slacks that had slipped down to his knees. “Do you love my cock, my pet?”
“— fuck yes— I love it—” Kim Dokja deliriously whimpered as his hips twitched back to meet Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips despite the scalding burn of his own climax rushing through his arteries and veins, lighting up every single one of his nerves; his fingers trailed down to circle around his stretched out cunt as Yoo Joonghyuk fucked into it, his nails gently caressed the sensitive skin of the stem of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock.
Yoo Joonghyuk could only kiss Kim Dokja, almost pinning him completely against the wall as he made sure to loom over him (that if another person suddenly entered the room, they would only be greeted with the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk fervently fucking into a pliant body, but they would be unable to see his debauched little pet); his hips shoving themselves as deep as he could against Kim Dokja’s as he made sure to cum inside of him, not letting a single drip go to waste.
(Sometimes Yoo Joonghyuk wished that Kim Dokja’s birth control would fail, allowing him the chance to completely own him.)
For now, the room was filled with the heavy sounds of their breathing, the sound of their lips joining and their tongues trying to beat the other’s into submission; those were Yoo Joonghyuk’s favorite sounds. Yoo Joonghyuk slowly descending to the floor to hold Kim Dokja on his lap, his cock softening inside of Kim Dokja’s twitching cunt, pressing gentle kisses against the slightly sweaty forehead.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out of Kim Dokja, ignoring the meek whimper that slipped from Kim Dokja’s throat and instead pushing a small plug inside his cunt before it started drooling his cum out, to avoid any further inklings of what they did. He got up, dismissing Kim Dokja’s offer to clean up any stray fluids that might get them ID-ed on a police database (they really needed to stop fucking where they committed their ‘crimes’ but Kim Dokja was too much of a temptation if Yoo Joonghyuk had to be honest), making sure to leave the area spotless of any trace of them while Kim Dokja recovered.
They would head back to the small apartment they had rented out for the duration of the mission, and he’d cook for Kim Dokja, refusing to let him even think about letting junk food touch his tongue.
“I don’t think we should immediately hand over the documents to the client.” Kim Dokja spoke up, tone somewhat hoarse yet still slowly recovering.
“I agree.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered as he knelt in front of Kim Dokja, helping him pull up his panties and slacks.
“You aren’t going to ask why?” Kim Dokja questioned, honestly surprised by Yoo Joonghyuk’s reaction.
“What’s the point in reminding me that I was unsuccessful in my endeavor to fuck your brains out? Just spit it out.” Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, ignoring Kim Dokja’s indignant whining and instead focused on the swollen lips, the dried tear marks on his face, the slight bruising around his neck.
One day, one day, every single part of Kim Dokja would be his.