My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

somewhat an apology

This chapter came at almost the same time as Kim Dokja's first real sexual (or anything-ual) encounter. Which is to say: really, really fucking late.

Yoo Joonghyuk pressed himself tightly to Dokja, mouth pushing chaste kisses onto his lips that were technically gentle, but felt like a branding. Yoo Joonghyuk's body was so warm, and firm, and moved like it knew exactly how to make Kim Dokja go crazy.

Dokja breaks away from Yoo Joonghyuk's persistent mouth to gasp out, "I'm sorry, but I've never done anything like this before."

Yoo Joonghyuk blinks at him. "You mean to say...?"

Kim Dokja blushes.

"I mean I'm a... I've never been in a relationship before?"

"You're a virgin," Yoo Joonghyuk deadpans, face unreadable.

"Yes..." he trails off, looking at anything but Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes. The hand that was resting lightly on his waist suddenly clenched tighter, and Kim Dokja jolted up surprised.

"You're a virgin," Yoo Joonghyuk gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Yeah? Is there a problem?" Kim Dokja bit his lips. "I know you've probably been in like, many relationships already, so you must be experienced. And that being with a virgin is probably really boring. So I totally get if you don't want to do this. You could get anybody you want, you know? So I was confused when you kept dreaming about me and I've never even kissed somebody else so-"

"Kim Dokja, shut up."

"No, like I really wouldn't be upset about it–"

"I said shut up."

Kim Dokja jerks back at how angry Yoo Joonghyuk sounds. There's a frown on his red face, and a vein popping in his neck, and he's probably gonna be kicked out of Yoo Joonghyuk's house right about now but it's such a damn shame because he really was absurdly handsome. Even when angry.

Yoo Joonghyuk closes his eyes and breathes in slowly.

"Um..." Kim Dokja says.

Yoo Joonghyuk opens his eyes and looks up at Dokja with a determined glint, and that's all the warning he gets before he's ravaged by Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk surges forward and captures Dokja's lips in a bruising kiss. He's pressing in even harder than before, tilting his head to the right to suck at his lower lip harshly. Dokja moans unwittingly, mouth falling open and Yoo Joonghyuk wastes no time in getting his tongue inside it.

It feels so tingly, and Kim Dokja has never had anything like this done to him, so all he's able to do is take it. Yoo Joonghyuk's tongue swipes a line across his teeth, then pushes against Dokja's tongue, trying to... what? It's like he's decided that Dokja's mouth is going to be his new home. He's licking across everything, pushing and prodding and it's all too much for Kim Dokja to handle.

He tries to pull back, only for Yoo Joonghyuk's free hand to trail up to his neck to hold him in place. He clasps Dokja's hair there, gripping it tight and pulling his head back to bare his throat.

And then Yoo Joonghyuk is kissing across his jaw, down his throat. He's looking for something, Dokja guesses, and it's all he can do to not just melt in his arms. Yoo Joonghyuk seems to find what he's looking for though, because he suddenly licks across a spot on his neck, and starts sucking on it, hard.

Dokja moans, back arching up into Yoo Joonghyuk's chest. It feels so— Kim Dokja doesn't even have words for it. His eyes go wide as Yoo Joonghyuk sucks harder and harder. The tingly feeling from his neck runs down his back and stomach and pools in his crotch, warm and giddy and good.

He doesn't know if he wants to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure or push back more into Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth at his neck.

It's so good that his brain completely blanks out, and his body makes the decision for him. Push back it is.

Yoo Joonghyuk bites at his collarbones, pulling down his shirt but it sticks to Kim Dokja's body like a second skin.

"Fucking hell," he says, and fingers at his buttons to get off, mouth not leaving Dokja's neck for a single second.

Kim Dokja wishes he could help, but he feels like a limp rag doll, just bending and moving along to Yoo Joonghyuk's whims. He's managed to pop off the first few buttons of Dokja's shirt, and he tugs it aside to reveal his chest.

Yoo Joonghyuk freezes. He stares down at Kim Dokja's chest with such a feral look on his face that he flushes all over, heat spreading in his abdomen and chest getting blotchy.

Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't say anything for a minute. Just drags his eyes all over Dokja's chest like he just found a pot of gold. He's so embarrassed that he almost wants to button his shirt back up again and hide away in a corner to escape Yoo Joonghyuk's hot gaze, but before he could do that, Joonghyuk lowers his head to his stomach and licks a wet stripe up his sternum.

Dokja whimpers at the sensation. He's so wet that his boxer briefs are probably soaked through. God, did Yoo Joonghyuk have any idea what the fuck he was doing to him?

He must have though, because he just smirks up at Dokja, then bends down to take a nipple into his mouth to lap at it. He laves spit all over it, and it's ticklish like that, but also so good that he trembles at the sensation.

"God you sound like a whore," Yoo Joonghyuk says, and Kim Dokja hadn't even realised he was making noises, let alone noises like that.

All he could do was look up at the ceiling panting with his mouth wide open, and claw at Yoo Joonghyuk's back to get him to continue whatever sorcery he was doing.

Just as he gets his mouth back on his chest, a shriek rings out in the apartment.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Dokja slowly turns his head to the side, feeling like a character in those horror movies, to see a girl standing near the door, jaw dropping. He shrieks. The girl screeches again, louder.

Kim Dokja shrieks back at her to assert dominance.

"Yoo Mia, stop it!" Yoo Joonghyuk calls out before she can open her mouth to scream once more.

Oh my god, Kim Dokja thinks.

Yoo Mia looks at him, then at Dokja. "But he's— you're— what is—"

She slaps her hands on her eyes and runs inside the house into a room. The door slams shut behind her loudly.

Yoo Joonghyuk sighs and sits back up properly. "I'm sorry about that," he says. "She's... well, you probably know who she is."

Oh my fucking God, Kim Dokja thinks, that was Yoo Joonghyuk's SISTER I was half naked in front of.

He's so screwed.