I'm supposed to be seducing you, so why the hell am I falling?! (Incubus! Kim Dokja x Reader)
A/N: Inspired by @lynketa! They made really good art too, check them out!
Reader is a muscular woman because we all need muscular women in our lives.
TW: OOC?, mild swearing, manipulation, Cockblocker Joonghyuk will haunt you, suggestive (nothing too major), slowish burn, dom! Reader, Sub! character.
Seducing people came naturally for Dokja, being an incubus and all. It helped that he had a pretty face and slim body; after all, humans adored pretty things, even when said things could screw them over. But he supposed some were into that sort of thing. Humans were such an inventive species from what he saw (he saw an assortment of whips in a sex shop once, how quaint).
Though he couldn't lie, the routine started to feel pretty old once he got used to it. Find a human, seduce, sleep with them, feed or reproduce, leave, and repeat. He couldn't complain; better mundane than hectic, he supposed. He did take a break from the routine often by reading the literature from libraries from time to time; he was most fond of the fantasy ones. It was amusing what humans could come up with.
He was currently sitting at a bar called Nightfall, looking for his newest victim with a drink in hand.
Bars are his most frequented place to visit, as their atmosphere and drinks loosen humans' inhibitions, thus lowering their guards more. Dokja's eyes scanned through the crowd, observing the undulating bodies rubbing against each other. The smell of sweat and alcohol wafted through the nightclub as people danced to the music.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a group coming near the bar. He sat up straighter, as he pretended to mind his own business while listening to the conversation that took place.
"(Name)! You sure you don't want to join us on the dance floor?" One of the women in the group pouted.
"Yeah, loosen up for a bit, yeah?" One of the guys grinned teasingly at the figure that he assumed was (Name).
"I'm fine, I can't get too swept up in the music, I need to know where everyone is at, anyway. So don't stray so far from each other, got it?" You mused in a light-hearted, stern tone.
"Yes, Mom. We'll be back before curfew." One of the guys mock-saluted at you, sticking their tongue at you childishly. Dokja smirked at this display. Now, you were starting to interest him a bit.
"Yeah, yeah. Go fuck off to whatever you wanted to do before you start to piss me off." You sighed. Your group of friends giggled as they began to hurry off to the dance floor, leaving their drinks with you. You chuckled as you minded their drinks.
'Looks like it's the perfect time for a little... conversation.' Dokja mused as he began to walk towards you with his drink in hand.
You immediately noticed him sauntering over to you with a mischievous look.
"Hey there, mind if I keep you company?" Dokja said smoothly, deciding that acting as if he wasn't eavesdropping on your conversation was the best course of action.
"You could, though I'm not much of a talker." You responded coolly.
"That's fine, I can talk enough for both of us." Dokja mused as he sat on the barstool next to you. You side-eyed him cautiously as he sat right next to you when there were multiple empty seats away from you, but you opted to ignore him.
"..." You just continued to survey the area with your guard up. You weren't sure what to make of the stranger beside you yet.
"So, what brings you here? If you weren't planning to drink." Dokja asked with an interested look.
You internally accepted that you could not avoid social interaction this time and had no choice but to respond to him.
"Just here to be with my friends, and to drive them home if they need it." You replied.
"Oh? How responsible of you, you're quite a good friend." Dokja complimented.
"Thanks?" You replied questioningly.
You weren't lying when you said you weren't much of a conversationalist. Nevertheless, Dokja won't give up; he just has to be a little less... eager.
"Well, stranger. I'm Dokja Kim, though, just call me Dokja." Dokja introduced, holding out his hand for you to shake.
He could tell by the look on your face that you didn't exactly trust him; he couldn't blame you, but he still wanted to drain you of your vitality, the lengths he had to go through just to get his life source.
"I'm (Name)." You acknowledged, not taking his hand.
Dokja placed his down, noting that you didn't seem to be a big fan of handshakes. He flashed you a charming smile.
"So (Name), do you come here often? You see, I'm a regular here; it's quite a charming place." Dokja said, subtly prompting you to answer.
"Not really, I don't usually come to this type of place much. As much as it is fun to attend with friends, sometimes it can be too loud for me."
"Ah, I see, well that's alright. Not everyone would love this type of scene. Even I would sometimes prefer to bury my nose into a book in a quiet space." Dokja nodded, sipping a bit of his drink.
"You're a reader? What type of books do you like to read?" You perked up curiously.
"Well, I prefer to read Modern fantasy or sci-fi, I find it quite interesting to read when I first moved here. Truly, people can be very creative with the story they come up with." Dokja mused that it technically wasn't a lie, since he was currently absorbed in a book called TWSA. Such an intriguing read.
"Ah, that's nice. My favourite genre is-" The blaring club music made it hard to hear what you were saying, but Dokja nodded along as if he knew what you said.
"Interesting, well, I must say, you're quite an interesting person, mind if we exchange numbers? I do love fellow book lover." Dokja offered smoothly.
"Hm... I suppose it wouldn't hurt." You muttered to yourself before giving him your phone number. Dokja tested it out to see if it was your actual phone number, and it was.
'This will be fun.' Dokja thought.
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Dokja has been going insane these past few weeks.
Of course, he doesn't show it openly, but internally? He could not take it anymore. It's been almost several weeks of trying to seduce you, and he has yet to have any effect on you. It never took him this long to seduce someone. So how are you not reacting to his charm?
He was currently at your door at 5am in the damn morning, why exactly? You invited him to work out with you at the gym you frequent. And of course, seeing this as an opportunity to get closer to you, he agreed, unfortunately. The things he does for you...
He knocked on the door, keeping a calm composure as he heard a turn of the doorknob. He looked up to put on his usual charming smile before being met with an unexpected sight.
You had on the usual workout attire, some comfortable grey sweatpants, and a black tank top that was overlaid with a zip-up jacket. Though your clothes weren't the thing that caught his eye, it was your build.
He never expected you to be so... muscular.
Your muscles can be seen bulging underneath your jacket; they can be seen each time you flex your arms or stretch. He could not keep his eyes off you as he checked you out for an uncomfortable minute.
"I know I look good, but I prefer it if we get to the gym early." You mused, already noticing his gawking.
Dokja snapped out of his trance and felt a little embarrassed for the first time in his life. "Ah... I apologise, it just caught me off guard." Dokja gave a sheepish smile.
'Get it together, just focus on why you're here.' Dokja internally scolded himself.
"Nah, it's fine, I was just teasing you. Shall we head out?" You gestured for him to follow. He nodded as he went to walk beside you.
You both chatted during your morning walk, as he mentally noted the things that you liked along the way. Soon enough, you have arrived at your destination.
"Oh yeah, I also know some of the regulars here, you'll like them, maybe except for that one guy. He's not the best at small talk, so don't be offended if he ignores you, but he's a good spotter when you need it." You mused, remembering a certain stoic black-haired male.
"Sounds delightful to me," Dokja said sarcastically. You both entered the gym, and a few of the other regulars greeted you with a smile. Dokja put on a faux polite smile as he greeted them back.
"Hey (Name)! Who's that with you?" One of the gym goers, Sangah, asked.
"Oh yeah, this is a friend that I met a few weeks ago, his name is Dokja Kim, Dokja, meet Sangah.
"Nice to meet you." Dokja nodded, giving her his usual charming grin. Sangah smiled at his response, her pale cheeks dusted with a faint pink.
"Quite the charmer you got there." Another gym goer snorted. A girl who looked like she was in presumably highschool was on the treadmill.
"Jihye, thought you'd still be snoozing at this time." You called out, earning a groan from the teenager.
"Ugh... Don't remind me, my mom kept nagging me to do something else on the weekend besides lying around in bed. I miss it already..." Jihye sighed longingly for the comfort of her bed.
"That's rough, kid." Another regular nodded sympathetically.
"Anyways, I'm just gonna show Dokja where the lockers are." You waved them off as you led Dokja towards the locker rooms, where everyone's stuff was. You gave him a tour of the gym, telling him where the showers were, and all that basic information.
"And if you need help on how to use the machines, you can just ask one of the staff or the other regulars, they're pretty nice." You explained as Dokja nodded along.
"I'll keep that in mind," Dokja said as he watched you put your stuff away. You both went towards the main area, and you both went towards the individual machines that you wanted to use.
You began to load the weights onto the bench press bar as you lay on your back and began to bench press, mentally counting the number of reps you were doing as you went along.
Although Dokja looked like he was busy running on the treadmill, he was more invested in your workout than his own. He secretly ogled you occasionally... okay, maybe more than he could admit, as you did your workout routine.
Seeing the way your biceps flexed and tensed each time you lifted the dumbbell or did your curl-ups, the bead of sweat dripping down from your arms, to how your breath started getting heavier from exertion-
Dokja decided that he needed to stop thinking for the sake of the other people present in the gym. His body felt too hot, and his clothes felt tighter than usual. He knew the feeling quite well that he was ready to-
"If you're not going to use the machine, then move; there are other people who want to use it." A blunt, masculine voice interrupted his train of thought as he looked up to see a black-haired man, irritated, glaring down at him. Dokja didn't even notice that he had stopped the machine, nor how long he was lingering on it.
"Are ya gonna move, mister? Or nah?" Jihye huffed.
"Hm...? Oh! Sorry, I'll get out of your way then." Dokja shot them both a dazzling smile. Jihye just rubbed the back of her nape sheepishly.
Though instead of charming the male, it just deepened the stranger's annoyance.
'Huh, my charm doesn't work on him either...' Dokja thought. He was starting to get suspicious. Was his seduction not working? He didn't show it on his face before walking away to sit near you. He didn't notice the suspicious look the male was giving him.
As you continued your reps, Dokja stood near where your head was, making you look up at him.
"Well, hey there, finished working out already, Dokja?" You mused, noticing that he had finished with the machine already.
"Hm... Well, I was just told off by one of the gym goers there, seems like they weren't a fan."
"Ah... I'm sorry to hear that. You can't exactly charm 'em all." You shrugged.
"No, no. It's fine, I'm more interested in watching what you're doing anyway." Dokja grinned, despite the inner turmoil he was facing. That was the problem: he couldn't charm you at all when he should be able to; it was driving him up the wall, but he didn't let that show. You snorted at his words as you hung the dumbbell on the rack above you before sitting up.
"Ah, I see. Then don't mind me if I start showing off then." You joked as you flexed your biceps at him.
Dokja truly wondered if you knew what you were doing to him, how crazy he's been trying to seduce you. Then again, he also wondered if you could choke him with your bicep.
"Oh, go ahead. I wouldn't mind." Dokja teased.
"Is that so? I guess I have no choice but to oblige the fine gentleman's request." You winked; Dokja felt his face warm up, but he refused to show you how affected he was. He maintained his calm and charming facade, barely.
"I don't exactly recommend that one to help spot you." A familiar, blunt voice cut in; Dokja felt his irritation rise at the male's voice. What is this guy's deal?
'That one...?' His eye twitched.
"Ah... If it isn't Joonghyuk Yoo, haven't seen ya in a while." You perked at the familiar sight of the stoic male. You reached up to ruffle his hair, earning a displeased grunt from him.
'Ah, so that's Joonghyuk...' Dokja thought.
"Hm... I was busy, but now I managed to find some time to spare." Joonghyuk as and as he combed his hair with his fingers, fixing it up.
"Well, glad to see you again. Oh yeah, this is my friend, Dokja. Dokja, Joonghyuk." You introduced them both, unaware of the unpleasant encounter between the two males.
"I've already met him earlier; he was hogging the machine," Joonghyuk said with distaste.
"For your information, I was using the treadmill earlier before you came to pester me." Dokja huffed in annoyance.
"Perhaps try actually using the machine instead of stopping halfway just to ogle." Joonghyuk glared at Dokja.
"You-"
Sparks could be seen flying between them. You decided you should probably intervene before this escalates even further.
"I believe this is our cue to leave, Dokja." You cut in abruptly, not wanting any fights to break out.
"Yeah, seems good to me." Dokja mused as he shot one more glare at Joonghyuk before following you out of the gym. You shot an apologetic look towards Joonghyuk and bid goodbye to him as you both left.
You both walked back to your place, and an awkward silence fell between you.
"So... what was that back there?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ah, I apologise. I'm not usually the one who gets into fights with others. It was just... never mind." Dokja dismissed.
"Maybe you were just hangry." You joked lightly, successfully earning a smile from the male.
"Hangry?" Dokja mused. "Perhaps I am."
"Well, lucky for you, I know how to cook, c'mon." You held a hand out for him to take. Dokja grinned before taking your hand, letting you lead him towards your house.
Maybe sticking around a bit longer wouldn't hurt so much.
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It's been a three months since Dokja decided to hang around you, and he has grown much more attracted to you than expected, as much as he hates to admit it.
He had grown rather affectionate whenever you came around. You also don't shy away from physical affection, whether it's hugging him or playing with his hair; he loved it either way.
He loved you more than he lusted for you, though it wasn't exactly that his lust had tampered down; he'd say it worsened when he started to catch feelings for you.
It was conflicting, after all; incubi were never meant to fall in love; they were supposed to steal people's virility and reproduce offspring for their king to train them.
Unfortunately for the king, Dokja did not care, after all, who would shoo off the other incubi off you if not him? His fellow incubi outta know by now that you were his. He's sure the king can handle one out of his many subjects not reproducing like a rabbit.
Though he wondered if you'd believe that he was an incubus if he told you one day. He does plan on telling you the truth; it's what you deserve to know if he wants to be with you after all.
It's just that Joonghyuk has been a thorn in his side ever since he met him. He just kept butting in whenever Dokja tried to tell you something; does that dumb sunfish like you too? He can't blame the bastard; you're truly too good for this world.
Dokja sighed as he nuzzled his face against your shoulder. You both were currently at the same club where you guys met- how ironic. You both were currently in the lounge with your own respective drinks. Originally, Dokja would have taken this opportunity to find another victim for him to drain, but for now, he's quite content with cuddling with you.
"Affectionate are we?" You teased him as you rested your arm around his shoulder. He gave you a sly look as he leaned in closer.
"Are you complaining?" Dokja mused.
"I never said that..." You hummed as you played with his hair gently. Dokja leaned into your touch as he affectionately nuzzled into your palm.
"Good, because I want to cuddle with you more," Dokja muttered as he cuddled closer to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
He inhaled your scent, taking it into his lungs. He loved the way you smelt; he felt the urge to just rub your scent all over himself so he could smell like you. Wouldn't that be a wonderful idea? Just to be covered in your scent, so everyone knows he's yours. Or maybe you'd prefer to be covered in his scent? He wouldn't mind either way.
Dokja wrapped his arms around you, feeling your body tense for a bit before relaxing in his hold. The firm ridges of your muscles felt so good underneath his fingertips, despite the thin barrier of your clothes blocking him from truly feeling them.
Dokja bit his lip; he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist you. He was getting hungrier by the second. He felt your hands rest against his waist, his skin beginning to heat up from your touch. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"(Name)?" Dokja purred into your ear.
"Yeah?" You hummed in response; your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes.
"Would you like to go somewhere with more privacy...?" He muttered lowly to you, his hands moving from the back of your neck to the collar of your shirt, his touch lingering there. The noise around you started to blur as you both focused your gazes on each other
"Where do you have in mind?" You gazed at him through half-lidded eyes as you pulled him closer to you.
"Well, luckily for you, I happened to be a VIP guest here. I know some rooms upstairs we could occupy." He smiled, his head tilting towards the direction of the rooms.
"Sounds nice... it'll be nice to take a break from the noise." You muttered as you gently traced along his jawline, admiring his features. It made him feel addicted to your gentle touch. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gently tugged you upstairs, eager to get you both somewhere quieter, as he showed one of the staff his VIP card and led you both into a room.
The room was dimly lit, with only the intimate blue glow of the LED lights. There were sleek black chairs and tables near what could be seen as a mini bar. But what truly caught his eye was the large queen-sized bed that dominated the room; red silky sheets draped neatly on the bed, and the smooth fabric beckoned you both invitingly to lie on it.
"Sweet room." You nodded approvingly as you observed it.
"Mhm... though, the room is the last thing that I'd want you to admire," Dokja smirked seductively as he slowly sauntered over to the bed and crawled onto it to lie on his side. Purposely leaving a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned to reveal more of his smooth, pale skin.
You let out an amused chuckle at his words as you began to remove your shoes before facing him, lying next to him. You observed his face, seeing how flushed he was as he shifted against the bed. You tell he was getting more restless, so finally, you decided to indulge him.
You leaned in to capture his lips, his eyes widening before reciprocating the kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his as you both began to get more and more bolder as time passed. Your tongue gently traced along the outline of his bottom lip, gently prodding him for permission. He eagerly parted his teeth, letting you slip past as your tongues intermingled with each other. You both kissed each other passionately as you both explored each other's body, unwilling to part from each other for air yet.
Your hands gently trailed up Dokja's torso, eliciting a whine from the male, emboldening your actions more. Your fingers began to unbutton the last remaining buttons of his shirt before tugging it off his shoulders to expose more of himself to you.
"Beautiful..." You whispered to him, making him snort softly at your words and, dare he say... a little happy? God, why is he acting like it's his first time being an incubus?
His train of thought was interrupted as you gently kissed along his shoulder, your hand on his waist, as your thumb drew circles on his hip. He shivered at your touch and at your gaze being purely focused on him, observing his reactions to your touch.
"Is this okay?" You asked him softly.
Fuck.
You were so tender with him, too.
He couldn't trust his voice to not crack or let out a moan as he simply nodded in response. You stared at him for a few more moments before leaning back in to resume kissing his neck. Your lips felt like heat against his skin, deliciously burning into his skin with each kiss you placed on his neck.
When did he feel this sensitive?
His grip on the silk sheets tightened as you nipped at his neck teasingly, letting out a shaky exhale from your actions. You began to gently suck on his neck at first, making a lightly coloured hickey on his neck. As you continued, you began to make darker and more prominent hickeys as they began to bloom on his neck.
Dokja felt embarrased from th e lack of control over the amount of noise that came from his mouth. He felt your amused gaze on him, making him feel even hotter than before.
Before he knew it, his horns and wings popped into existence from the overwhelming emotions he felt. Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at the sight before you.
Dokja felt a rise in panic within him. He didn't mean to reveal himself as an incubus this way. What would you think of him now? Shit, he might lose you; he wasn't even sure what you thought of demons.
"Dokja...? What are..." You were speechless, trying to process what you were seeing.
"(N-Name)... I-I swear, I was going to tell you about me being an incubus. I didn't mean to..." He tried to explain himself, but he felt too much panic to even try to reason.
"Incubus...? They exist? If you are..." You paused, seeing the way his feathered black wings twitched under your gaze; they looked too realistic. You shuffled away from him. "Were you just talking to me so you could just get into my pants?" You clenched your fists; a rise of anger and betrayal rose from you.
"No, No! I meant, I did at first... But it changed when I..." Dokja trailed off; he wasn't sure how to even describe how you made him feel.
"To what?" You said firmly.
"It changed when I began to feel like I could live without you." Dokja blurted out. He gazed up at you desperately, he needed you to know that he was actually sincere.
"Huh?" Your glare softened into a look of surprise. Dokja took a deep breath before looking at you with a firm look.
"Please... don't leave me, you have no idea I've grown to want you more each day. I originally planned for this to be short and quick like I always do, but now, I want to stay... with you." He said firmly.
You observed his face, trying to find any traces of dishonesty in his expression before finding none. You relaxed a bit, moving back closer to him, calming the male down a bit.
"You actually like me?" You asked cautiously.
"Yes, I really do." He nodded.
Finally, you let your guard down once more, a little more relaxed than before.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" You gazed at him with a softer gaze.
"I was planning to; it just took me longer than expected." Dokja sighed; his wings rested against his back. You stared at his wings curiously; they looked really soft.
"Can I... touch them?" You asked, and he nodded at your request as he shuffled around until his wings were within your reach. You began to gently stroke the feathers of his wings, making him shiver at your action, causing his feathers to puff up.
"Whoa, are you okay?" You instantly stopped what you were doing.
"I'm fine, it's just... it felt weirdly good when you stroked my wings." Dokja bit his lip in embarrassment. You stared at him for a good minute, an idea popping up into your head. Your hands wandered back to his wings, gently stroking them once more. Your fingers traced along the joints of his wings, lightly massaging them. Dokja began to breathe more heavily as he squirmed from his spot.
"A-Ah... (Name)..." Dokja said airily, arching his back into your touch. That felt too good.
You may have accidentally awakened another kink within him, not that you were going to stop. Dokja noticed the smirk on your face as you began to play with his wings more, his wings flapping a little every time you managed to stroke a sensitive spot.
"You're awfully sensitive for an incubus, Dokja~" You teased the male. He wanted to protest, but all that came from his mouth was a moan.
"You're not- Mmph!~ playing fair." Dokja panted.
"Neither do you, after all; you did keep from me that you were an incubus from me." You said, squeezing his hips firmly. He whined softly in response.
You lightly tugged at his pants. Dokja immediately caught on to what you were trying to do and unbuttoned his pants before shoving them down fully. The outlines of his body were highlighted by the soft glow of the LED lights as your gaze roamed his body. His wings jittered excitedly under your gaze.
"Excited already?" You teased, shrugging off your clothes, taking your sweet time stripping off each article of clothing just to tease him.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dokja chuckled breathily, watching you undress before him, his pupils dilating as he zeroed in on your exposed skin, being able to fully appreciate the sight of your muscles. He felt liquid heat travel south as his arousal began to become more prominent.
"TouchΓ©." You replied as you began to kiss down his stomach, making sure to leave more lasting marks on him. You slowly worked your way down until you were facing his cock, noticing how beads of pre-cum formed from his tip.
You began to kiss along his inner thighs, gently biting and sucking at them to make more marks bloom. You felt him tremble underneath your ministrations, griping at you hair firmly to ground himself. You debated whether to finally give him what he wanted or tease him a little more; you opted for the latter.
You nipped at the area that was just next to the area where he wanted you, eliciting another whine from the male, the sound becoming more addictive as you hear it more and more.
"Stop teasing me and just- A-Ah!" Dokja's words were cut off by the feeling of something wet swirling around the crown of his tip, his hips bucking upwards as his eyes went glossy. Your tongue continued swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him on your taste buds. He was absolutely divine.
"You taste so good..." You slurred as you began to gradually take him into your mouth; his wings fluttered restlessly behind him as you took him fully into your mouth.
It took all Dokja's strength not to buck his hips repeatedly into your mouth until he came, but he decided he would wait for you to adjust to him. You felt your hands gripped your hips firmly, holding them down effectively as you began to bob your head up and down, sucking at his length.
Dokja ground his hips against your face like a dog in heat, his head tilted back at the silk cushion as you pleasured him thoroughly.
"A-Ah...!~ So good... s-so good..." He babbled as his vision grew foggy, his body glistening with sweat. Your mouth felt so good wrapped around him; he wanted you to devour him whole.
You focused on breathing through your nose while trying to work him into completion, wanting to ensure that you would be fully satisfied by the end of the night.
You felt his hips stutter against your face, indicating that he was near his climax.
"(Name), I'm gonna- FUCK!" He shouted as bucked his upwards; you managed to pull back a little to let the spill of his seed flood your mouth, your hands gently massaging his hips as he spilled the last of his seed. You swallowed as much as you could, licking some of the release off his softened cock before pulling away.
Dokja gazed at you through half-lidded eyes, his face flushed in a soft pink. His hair artfully tousled as he lay there. No wonder he was an incubus; he looked so... ethereal, you would have mistaken him for an angel instead.
"Enjoying the view?" Dokja asked teasingly, propping himself up by his elbow.
"How could I not when you're like this." You grinned, leaning in to gently wipe the sweat off his forehead, kissing his cheek.
"You sure are the sappy one." Dokja mused, leaning into your affectionate gesture. His wings puffed up in pride and happiness from your affection.
"Don't complain." You pinched his nose gently.
"Never." Dokja fake-pouted at your action, pretending to be offended. He crawled towards you before plopping himself between your thighs. A mischievous look crossed his face as he slowly shuffled down until his head was between your thighs.
"I believe it's your turn now~" He purred as his head dipped down. You gripped his hair firmly as you tugged at it lightly.
"Be my guest, my dear." You grinned.
Your phone suddenly rang from the bedside table. You reached out to see who was calling you.
Lo and behold, it was Joonghyuk.
"Huh, Joonghyuk's calling. Maybe wait a little, love. I need to take this call." You mused. Dokja's expression soured at the mention of the male, grumbling to himself.
"I'm gonna kill that guy." Dokja said with disdain.
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A/N: Me tired.
