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The sounds of obscene squelching noises, low grunts and soft whimpers fill the extravagant bedchambers of Prince Yoo Joonghyuk. The golden blinds were drawn closed, tied together with red rope to prevent anyone from witnessing the scene. Only Yoo Joonghyuk could see Kim Dokja sobbing underneath him, fucking him roughly and taking him over and over again.
How did I get here? Kim Dokja wonders to himself as his hands grips tightly on the bedsheets, his mind fogged from all the hours of being fucked into the king sized mattress.
As Yoo Joonghyuk cums inside him with a broken growl once more, Kim Dokja can finally release his grip and let out a relieved sigh. His legs that were wrapped around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist release its hold and fall to the bed, and his eyes flutter shut as he greedily gulps down air. Oh, yeah, I remember now.
Kim Dokja isn’t from this medieval European fantasy world. He found himself in this world after being hit by a truck that was going at full speed while he was crossing the road. Well, it was sort of Kim Dokja’s fault, because he was reading the latest chapter of some shitty webtoon he found the night before. Escaping the Tyrant Prince’s Love was apparently the title, and it was obviously written by an amateur artist who wanted to jump on the bandwagon of the ‘being transmigration into the villainess’ genre that was everywhere recently.
While waiting for his actual favourite novel to update, he decided on a whim to read whatever webtoon he saw first to ease his late night boredom. Not expecting it to be an isekai of all genres, Kim Dokja was going to scroll away when the cover caught his eye. The cover was pretty, definitely, but what made him pause was the black haired prince in the background that sort of looked like his favourite character from his favourite novel. Was that the reason why he actually went through with clicking the first chapter? Maybe. Not that he would admit it.
He ended up staying up all night reading it, only staying around for the prince – who was weirdly, and coincidentally, also named Yoo Joonghyuk – and cursing to himself when the sunlight peeked through his blinds and leaked into his shitty, rundown apartment.
With dark circles under his eyes, Kim Dokja had gotten ready and left to go to work. He was walking to the train station from the bus stop and had planned to take a quick nap on the train, but his phone made a pinging noise and notified him of a new chapter of Escaping the Tyrant Prince’s Love.
Well, shit, sleep could wait. Maybe Yoo Joonghyuk would appear in this chapter again. He had thought to himself, humming as he clicked on the new chapter.
This was the wrong decision though, because as he was crossing the street, a huge semi truck with some anime posters plastered on the sides barreled towards him. The next second, when Kim Dokja blinked, he found himself lying on a lavish queen sized bed, and a strange wooden ceiling above him.
Unfortunately for Kim Dokja, he quickly realized that a) he got transmigrated into the webtoon Escaping the Tyrant Prince’s Love, which wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, if it weren’t for b) he was transmigrated as the side villain character that appeared only for a few chapters in the beginning of the webtoon. The villain was even unnamed – only being referred to as ‘the leader bully’ by the protagonist and villainess, Lee Seolhwa. His character only bullied Lee Seolhwa when they all were children, which caused Lee Seolhwa and Yoo Joonghyuk to meet for the first time.
Of course, this relentless bullying would later backfire on the side villain character, as he would end up being brutally murdered when Yoo Joonghyuk became the king. This was off screen though, only being mentioned once, and the unnamed side villain didn’t even feel like a villain at all – just some cannon fodder that the author remembered at the last minute!
Great, I finally get to leave my shitty life and end up in another one. Kim Dokja thought to himself, slapping his forehead in annoyance and frustration. Yet, another realization hit him right after – if Kim Dokja was transmigrated as the child version of the unnamed side villain, instead of the adult version, that means that he has a chance to change his life around!
Grinning to himself, Kim Dokja rolled over, snuggling deeper into the lavish covers, and closed his eyes. I’ll just leave those two alone! Yoo Joonghyuk and Lee Seolhwa will have their happy ending or whatever, and I’ll get to live a relaxed life as a rich young master and just read all day!
But, how did it go from ‘leaving those two alone and living a relaxed life’ to whatever this was right now, twenty years later? Being fucked for hours by the tyrant prince that was originally going to kill him?
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk’s deep and raspy voice breaks Kim Dokja out of his thoughts, and Kim Dokja’s eyes follow Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm as he wipes the sweat off of his face. “One more time.” Yoo Joonghyuk says, fingers combing through his bangs and pushing them up and out of his face.
Kim Dokja lets out a weak moan, giving Yoo Joonghyuk an incredulous look, “What do you mean, one more time?” How can this handsome bastard have so much stamina? It’s been at least four hours, maybe even more, and Kim Dokja’s whole body is so, so sore. His wrists were bruised from Yoo Joonghyuk restraining them with his large hands, and his nipples were rubbed raw, swollen and bright pink. His cock was spent, nothing leaking out of it anymore but Yoo Joonghyuk still somehow manages to get him to dry orgasm every damn time. And he’s honestly just a bit afraid that his hole won’t close anymore, because Yoo Joonghyuk has not pulled out once after shoving his massive fucking dick inside. Kim Dokja is a bit glad though that he can’t see himself right now, because he’s sure that he looks absolutely wrecked right now.
“One more time,” Yoo Joonghyuk repeats, guiding their mouths closer and pressing their lips together, prying Kim Dokja’s mouth open as his tongue slides in. Kim Dokja could only let him, a whine escaping his lips as he feels Yoo Joonghyuk’s other hand trail down his jaw and neck, past his chest and stomach, before wrapping around his pink cock, sliding it up and down and pressing his thumb against the slit.
Feeling Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick start to thrust inside him again, Kim Dokja scrambles to anchor himself, hands flying to Yoo Joonghyuk’s broad shoulders, and he stammers out in between kisses, “Wait, wait, I’m still sensitive, ah – !?” A shudder rips through his body as he feels that spot inside him being hit.
“You, you!” Kim Dokja’s blunt nails draws more red lines down the back of Yoo Joonghyuk’s back, and he wails, “You bastard!”
Yoo Joonghyuk only kisses him deeper, shutting him up and taking his breath away. Kim Dokja feels this bastard grin too, and it only pisses him off even more.
Pushing at Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders, Kim Dokja struggles to break away, his weak protests not reaching Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears. Yoo Joonghyuk is absolutely overwhelming. Kim Dokja can’t escape Yoo Joonghyuk’s scent that fills his senses, the bruising grip on his thin waist, the other hand that rubs along his shaft and is edging him to come. Can’t escape the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and in between licks and bites, as if Yoo Joonghyuk was trying to eat him whole, tasting every last drop of him, and leaving nothing to waste.
“You were made for this. Made for me. To take me in so well. Is this your first time?” He doesn’t let Kim Dokja respond, “It better be. I can’t imagine anyone taking you before me. You belong to me and only me, only I can wreck you, only I can make you forget your name and scream out mine.”
“Mhm… I…” He can only take what Yoo Joonghyuk gives him, stuttering and gasping, breathy moans escaping his lips, before giving up trying to escape Yoo Joonghyuk’s grasp. Pleasure starts to fog up his head again, coiling up in his stomach, and he melts into Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace, letting the prince fuck him roughly and without restraint.
“Yoo – Yoo Joonghyuk,” He gasps as Yoo Joonghyuk pulls away for a second, shivering as Yoo Joonghyuk continues to pound at his prostate, hitting it at just the right angle, “I’m, hahh, I’m going to…”
“What is it, Dokja-ya?” Shifting, Yoo Joonghyuk stops his movements, letting go of Kim Dokja’s cock, which causes Kim Dokja to whine at the sudden loss.
“What, why did you…?” Dazed, Kim Dokja tries to reach for his cock, to finish himself off, but Yoo Joonghyuk grabs his wrist, tutting.
Yoo Joonghyuk then pulls him up from the bed, crossing his legs as he guides Kim Dokja onto his lap, hand pressing against the small of Kim Dokja’s back. He bites down on Kim Dokja’s already marked collar bone, trailing kisses and bites along the soft flushed skin, sucking and licking and leaving hickeys that Kim Dokja knows will be there for days.
“You want to come, right?” Yoo Joonghyuk lets go of Kim Dokja’s wrist, and leans back, placing both hands on the bed, “Then, ride me.”
Kim Dokja flushes even more, feeling so exposed with Yoo Joonghyuk’s hungry eyes sweeping over his body. He wants to come so bad, feeling so close already, but all of a sudden, he feels embarrassed, sitting on Yoo Joonghyuk’s stupid massive cock.
Gritting his teeth, a blush spreads across his face as Kim Dokja puts his hands on Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders, before closing his eyes and slowly lifting himself up, feeling Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick drag against his velvet walls that were filled with copious amounts of cum. Shaking, he raises his ass up until he can feel the tip just about to slip out, before lowering his hips. He doesn’t bottom out, sinking just low enough so the cock can hit his sweet spot, before moving up again. Kim Dokja does this a few more times, his blunt nails digging into Yoo Joonghyuk’s skin as he tries to steady himself, leaving crescent shaped marks.
Leaning in, Yoo Joonghyuk wraps his lips around Kim Dokja’s swollen nipples, sucking and licking at them, his tongue rolling and flicking at the sensitive nubs.
“Hng… wait…” Kim Dokja flinches when Yoo Joonghyuk gently bites and tugs at his nipples with his teeth, before letting go, kissing them before doing it again. He can barely focus on riding Yoo Joonghyuk, his puffy hole clenching hard with each teasing motion.
Bringing one hand up, Yoo Joonghyuk plays with Kim Dokja’s other nipple, pinching and squeezing and pulling, rolling it around with his thumb and index finger, gently flicking his nail and pressing them in and making circular motions. He smiles when Kim Dokja moans again, trembling at the touch.
“It’s too much, Yoo Joonghyuk…” Shaking his head, Kim Dokja totally forgot about riding him, and he only sits in place, hole clenching around the massive length.
“You can do it,” Yoo Joonghyuk coos, “just a bit more. You’re doing so good. You’re so beautiful, wrapped around my cock.”
“Nngh…” That praise makes Kim Dokja quiver.
And so Kim Dokja tries again, lifting his ass up slowly, but his trembling legs give out and he falls right back down, Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock reaching deeper than ever, and he almost comes right then and there. Air is punched out of his lungs as the tip smashes against his prostate, his vision whitening, and a strangled noise is forced out of his throat.
Maybe this is what makes Yoo Joonghyuk finally start to fuck him again, as the prince lets go of his nipples with a pop, and both of his large hands finds Kim Dokja’s round buttcheeks. Fingers spread, squishing at the soft mounds, he raises Kim Dokja up slowly and lets him fall back down on his cock.
“Ah - ah - ah!” He cries out with each fall, tears start to form at the corners of Kim Dokja’s eyes, and he wraps both of his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders, face buried into the crook of his neck, as he’s bounced up and down at a painfully slow pace.
Finally, Yoo Joonghyuk goes faster, rocking their bodies together, and thrusting into Kim Dokja at lightning speed, not giving Kim Dokja any time to breath or even think. “So good, Dokja-ya, you’re so good for me, doing so good, only you, only you, only you.”
He captures Kim Dokja’s lips once more, “Mine, all mine, you were mine from the start.”
From the start? Kim Dokja doesn’t fully register it, only nodding and letting out agreeing moans.
“Ever since I saw you,” Yoo Joonghyuk pushes Kim Dokja back down onto the bed, folding him in half, lifting the villain’s legs up and over his shoulders, and putting him into a mating press, “I knew that you were destined to be mine.”
Clutching the satin sheets, Kim Dokja’s eyes roll up and his tongue hangs out of his mouth, and every lewd whimper and pant sounds like he’s dying, getting absolutely railed and at the mercy of the prince that he was supposed to avoid.
“You were so annoying at first,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, eyebrows narrowing as he recalls the past, whilst grabbing onto Kim Dokja’s wrists with both hands, before hands sliding up and intertwining their fingers together, “Never shutting the fuck up. But I soon found that endearing. Everything you did was endearing.” His words are so harsh for such intimate actions.
“The way your lips curve into a smile as you gaze at the moon when you stand outside the balcony,” another perfectly aimed thrust, “ – the way your eyes form the shape of crescents when the sunlight hits your face,” another searing hot kiss, “ – the way stars fills the rims of your eyes as the cool Eastern wind blows through your hair,” another bite alongside Kim Dokja’s bruised neck, “ – the way you call out my name, like I am your world.”
Kim Dokja feels himself coming close again, and he begs for release, for Yoo Joonghyuk to go faster and just fuck him instead of babbling, “Please, please please, Y-Yoo Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk, please.”
“You’re my universe, Dokja-ya. My God, my salvation, my everything.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s heavy breaths and moans into Kim Dokja’s ear makes the villain shiver, hole tightening around the dick that continues to ram into him.
“I’ve killed so many just for you. Soldiers and guards and suitors. All who had your eyes on you, all who had tried to kill you,” Yoo Joonghyuk bites his earlobe, his voice gruff and dark, “No one can look at you, only me.”
“Ah – ah – ah, wait, wait, I’m almost, I’m going to – Joonghyuk-ah, you’re so, so, deep, wait, ngh, hahh – !” Knuckles turning white, Kim Dokja claws and squeezes at Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands that completely traps his, toes curling and legs trying to close.
“Now that I’ve had you, no one can take you away from me,” Yoo Joonghyuk brings Kim Dokja’s hands above the villain’s head, crossing them over each other and using his hand to restrain Kim Dokja’s wrists. With his now free hand, Yoo Joonghyuk slides down and tracing the outline of where his dick was settled deep inside, “Don’t leave me, Dokja-ya. You can’t, I won’t allow it.”
Kim Dokja squirms, sobbing as Yoo Joonghyuk presses down at the bulge, and he shakes his head, “I won’t leave, ahh, I won’t, I promise, hngh, promise…” He feels like he’s gone crazy too, addicted to the pure ecstasy that envelopes him, smothering him and he wants more, craves for Yoo Joonghyuk to wreck him, to fuck him harder, to make him forget his own name. Kim Dokja can only think about Yoo Joonghyuk and how good it feels. Nothing else seems to matter. “Please, pleasepleaseplease, Joonghyuk-ah, more, give me more, ahh, I’m almost there, please, I need, ohh, I want – !”
“Once I become king of this god-forsaken kingdom, you'll become my prince consort. I’ll kill everyone who opposes us, everyone who tries to come in our way, I’ll destroy civilizations and kingdoms if I must.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s words don’t make sense, bouncing around Kim Dokja’s mind, and Kim Dokja can barely think. He wants to come so bad, feeling so full with Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick deep inside. “Once I become king, nothing will stop me. You’ll be forever mine, Kim Dokja.”
“Till death do us part.” With another kiss, Yoo Joonghyuk slams all the way into him, and Kim Dokja screams out Yoo Joonghyuk’s name, eyes squeezing shut and back perfectly arching, his whole body tensing as he sees stars. Yoo Joonghyuk comes too, groaning out Kim Dokja’s name as he empties out.
After a few long seconds, his body slumps back onto the bed, shuddered breaths escaping his red lips, and Yoo Joonghyuk finally slips out of him, letting go of his wrists. Kim Dokja barely feels the white and warm semen pour out of his puckered hole and down his ass, too tired from that orgasm and all the other rounds of sex before that.
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk murmurs, peering down at him. Carefully, he pushes a few strands of hair out of Kim Dokja’s face, admiring him, but Kim Dokja doesn’t see this.
His body exhausted, Kim Dokja’s head hits the pillow and he passes out.
Staring at the man below him, Yoo Joonghyuk lays down onto the bed too, scoping him into his arms and holding him close, like he was absolutely terrified of losing him. “You saved me, Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk whispers out, thumb sliding over Kim Dokja’s sweaty face, before cupping his cheek, “The world was so dark before I met you. There was no one that smiled at me like how you did when we first met.”
A pause, “I never thought that love existed. Didn’t think it was real.”
Was it just his twisted obsession, or did Yoo Joonghyuk really, genuinely, love Kim Dokja? He wasn’t too sure. His character wasn’t supposed to know what love was until the very end, when his destined beloved died in his arms.
Yoo Joonghyuk knows that he’s a character in a webtoon. He knows that he’s supposed to be a tyrant that falls in love with the villainess, who was supposed to be Lee Seolhwa. And he knows how the story was supposed to go, because he’s done this a thousand times before.
When Kim Dokja first came into the world, there was something that sparked inside of Yoo Joonghyuk. He never felt it in all the other lives before with Lee Seolhwa or Kim Dokja, but for some reason, this version of Kim Dokja was different. The way his smile rivaled the sun, the way he smelt like old pages of those ancient library books, the way his eyes lit up and twinkled, the way his voice sounded like a song Yoo Joonghyuk could listen to forever…
Why was this Kim Dokja different?
It took him thousands of lives to figure it out. Thousands of times of Kim Dokja dying in his arms or saving him on the battlefield, thousands of times where he never got to confess his feelings or say “I love you.” He had tens of thousands of regrets and every life he would try to fix his mistakes, only to lose Kim Dokja at the last moment.
But this time, this time would be different. He was sure of it.
Nothing would separate Kim Dokja from Yoo Joonghyuk. Not even death.