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Jung Heewon feels like she is being fairly objective when she says Lee Hyunsung is attractive. Because he just is, right? He has dark eyes and broad shoulders, and he's muscular, and- and all that. And she's attracted to him on a person level, too. Really. She looks at his pecs, and she just thinks... wow. She wants to knead them. Force her face between them. She wants to slap his ass whenever she catches a glimpse of it. It's a nice ass. Et cetera, et cetera.
The problem with Lee Hyunsung comes in the bedroom. And maybe it's half Jung Heewon's fault- it's not as if she's doing anything particularly noteworthy either. Their handful of sexual encounters remain lacking any real chemistry for a long time, re-tried only out of the obligation to check to see if they missed anything. Because, like, damn. Lee Hyunsung is built.
But there's always something missing. No matter how hard they try, no matter what position and what vague set dressing of foreplay they slap on their encounters, they never build anything that feels worth doing together. Sure, they'll have some fun, but Jung Heewon always walks away feeling vaguely dissatisfied.
And then, one day, Uriel sponsors her a Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk dōjinshi.
It is, objectively, terrible. The drawings are obviously amateur, the dialogue is so cliche it makes her want to cry, and the characterization is- well, the less said about that, the better. The only thing Jung Heewon deigns to tell her sponsor is that if Kim Dokja is gay, he is not aware of it, and also that he would not-
Well, maybe he would top.
That's the thing that really gets her. Before then, the thought of Kim Dokja in a sexual context had never crossed her mind. But once she starts wondering, she can't stop. What would he like? What would he dislike? What would he say? Would he be as closed off as normal? Quiet? Would he take charge? He'd want to watch, at least, right? That guy loves watching.
That guy...
Jung Heewon, cheeks burning, navigates her dokkaebi shop with one hand (the other is, ah, in use) and purchases a shitty Demon King of Salvation x Y/N script for 200 coins. And then she reads it. And it's awful, and it's wrong about 90% of the things Kim Dokja would say, but that last 10% of the time...
DKOS leans forward, eyes sparkling with a surprisingly innocent light. "Show me this story, then."
"Ah-!"
(She scrolls past the bulk of it- no offense, Dokja-ssi, but she doesn't have much interest in your black flame dragon, and also you just wouldn't fucking say any of this.)
Still, in the end, despite the painfully bad erotica, it's one of the best masturbation sessions Jung Heewon has had since the world ended. Maybe even since long before that. She takes a moment to consider what that says about her, and then decides that she doesn't actually need to know that badly.
But she does keep jerking it to terrible Kim Dokja x Reader porn.
The next time she and Lee Hyunsung are a bit tipsy and a bit hopeful, Jung Heewon can't drop the thought of those x reader scripts.
Her and Lee Hyunsung work best when Kim Dokja is between them. The easy air of romance they can grasp as sword and shield disappears when it's just them, Jung Heewon and Lee Hyunsung. They've found that dates flow best if they just talk about Kim Dokja. So... really, it just stands to reason that sex will flow best, also, if they just talk about Kim Dokja. She proposes it.
"Isn't that," Lee Hyunsung says, only a little hesitantly. "A bit unfair to Dokja-ssi?"
"How so?"
"Well, it's... I mean, it just seems weird. Since he's real."
"The person they're talking about here is hardly Kim Dokja," Jung Heewon scoffs.
Lee Hyunsung folds easily after that, because he wants this too.
They go to his room, lock the door, fall into the bed, making out half-heartedly, and then Lee Hyunsung murmurs, "Dokja-ssi likes this kind of scene in flims..." and they both mysteriously become a lot more motivated.
Kim Dokja does like it when people make out in films. He seems to think it's sweet? Jung Heewon can be sweet. She lets Lee Hyunsung push her to her back, giggles a little, and then pecks his nose.
It's not something she would do normally. Really, Jung Heewon prefers to be in charge, and she's never been a fan of kissing. But with the specter of Kim Dokja watching them, it's more than meaningless spit swapping. It's not about her pleasure at all. It's not about what Lee Hyunsung wants. It's about what Kim Dokja wants; and he would want... he would want...
He would want a "perfect" couple. A couple that works in tandem, moves in sync, loves each other very much. One where the man is larger, and in control. One where the woman lays back and gasps prettily, and the actual messiness of passion is hidden behind careful camera work.
That's not who Lee Hyunsung and Jung Heewon are, and even if it was, she still thinks they'd struggle to find it hot. But beause it's what Kim Dokja would want- because it's for him-
"Open up the script," Lee Hyunsung gasps as he pulls back from her, sounding unexpectedly wrecked. "What does Dokja-ssi says next?"
"A-ah," Jung Heewon navigates her panel with shaking hands. She's never been this horny before in her life. "He says- he says- yes, that's right, now remember, the constellations want to- ah! want to see this, so act well, and we'll earn a lot of coins."
It's a performance all the way down- but that's why Jung Heewon is dripping as Lee Hyunsung feeds his cock into her mouth with trembling fingers. That's why the tired song and dance of sex feels real tonight.
When he comes, Lee Hyunsung moans Kim Dokja's name instead of her's. But she can't really blame him, because she does the same.
The inclusion of Kim Dokja into their sex life has two consequences for Jung Heewon and Lee Hyunsung: first, it makes it very hard for both of them to look him in the eyes. Second, they start having a lot more sex.
Not obscene amounts of sex, or anything. They are still living in an apocalypse. But. More sex.
Enough sex that they forget to lock the door, and Han Sooyoung walks in on them.
Jung Heewon has put ₊˚ ♡ Demon King of Salvation x Reader: CEO AU:✰He watches you get yourself off under his desk when his meeting with the board of directors runs too long✰ ♡ ₊˚ on text-to-speech mode and let it play. The default reader voice drones on in the background, narrating what she and Lee Hyunsung should be doing. Of course, not everything described is... physically possible, but they make do.
You stick your ENTIRE fist up your pussy and he growls half awed by your sluttiness and half jealous that anything besides his long, pale, thick meat pillar is allowed inside of you. 'dokjaaaaa' you moan, not caring if the people on the other end of your zoom call hear you-
Han Sooyoung throws a knife at Jung Heewon, and she jolts upright, slamming pause on the audio.
"What the fuck are you two listening to?" Han Sooyoung demands, disgust evident on her face.
"Ah, that's..." "Well, it's not as if it's hurting Dokja-ssi."
"What? No, I mean, I don't care what weird roleplay you get up to," Han Sooyoung scoffs, moving further into the room and shutting the door firmly behind herself. "But that's how you're doing it? You're listening to that slop? That's not anything like Kim Dokja! If you're going to imagine him watching you fuck, don't you at least want to be accurate?"
Lee Hyunsung and Jung Heewon exchange a glance.
Han Sooyoung doesn't wait for a proper response. Instead, she strides over to the desk chair in the corner, spins it around, and then falls backwards into it, crossing her legs and leaning forward. She pops a lemon sucker into her mouth, and then raises an eyebrow. "Well?"
It's, unfortunately, kind of cool.
"Han Sooyoung..." Lee Hyunsung starts to say.
"Ah ah ah!" she scolds him. "Why would you mistake me for... that witch... heh. Don't you know I'm someone different? Don't you recognize your company head?"
"Sorry, Dokja-ssi," Jung Heewon says, not wanting to let the mood die. "The lighting's a little low, and you know, the two of you are just both so ugly..."
"Oi!" Han Sooyoung snaps. "Who's ugly? Didn't you invite me here to watch in the first place?"
Han Sooyoung's impression is... imperfect. But it's so much better than the script they were listening to that Jung Heewon thinks she's going to cry.
"Ah, you've got me there," Jung Heewon laughs. "Well, Dokja-ssi? What do you want to see?"
"We'll listen to you, of course," Lee Hyunsung agrees, curling his body closer to her's.
The corner of Han Sooyoung's mouth curls up for half a second before she forces it back down into a surprisingly good impression of Kim Dokja's usual blank, slightly lost-looking expression. "Ah, that's..."
"You can tell us, Dokja-ssi," Lee Hyunsung says earnestly, eyes shining. "We're willing."
"Please," Jung Heewon says, and the begging goes to her head a little. She swallows around a wave of arousal. "Please, Dokja-ssi. We only want to make you happy."
"No, no," Han Sooyoung protests, raising her hands a little. "I can't ask that of you, not when I've already asked so much."
"Dokja-ssi..." "Dokja-ssi!"
"It's a favor to us, really," Jung Heewon adds desperately. "We want this, Dokja-ssi, just a little direction, it's for our sake, we're the ones being greedy-"
"I just want to do what I can," Lee Hyunsung agrees, nodding his head so quickly she's worried that he'll strain his neck. "What we can. Because it's Dokja-ssi..."
"Well," Han Sooyoung says slowly. "In that case..."
"Please," Jung Heewon says.
"I suppose you two should do missionary style," Han Sooyoung says. "That's what you want, right?"
It's so- it's so Kim Dokja.
Her and Lee Hyunsung fall into each other in their rush to assume the position. They're panting, wet and hot and uncomfortable, but she can feel herself being idealized beyond that in Han Sooyoung-Kim Dokja's mind, can feel the weight of the story being thrust upon her.
"Talk a little," Han Sooyoung says quietly. "Say each other's names."
"Hyunsung," Jung Heewon manages, breathless.
"Heewon," Lee Hyunsung moans, before moving into her.
They go slowly and sweetly, the way Kim Dokja would want to watch, and put on a show. Lee Hyunsung pretends to pull her hair- he gets embarrassed and worried, and it doesn't look real. Jung Heewon retaliates by really yanking at his. Han Sooyoung offers praise and corrections throughout the whole thing, driving them to a higher fever pitch of lust then ever before.
Jung Heewon catches her palming herself through her pants out of the corner of her eye and thinks, Dokja-ssi is enjoying this, and moans.
In the end, both her and Lee Hyunsung are deeply satisfied.
"You really understand Dokja-ssi, huh?" Jung Heewon wonders to Han Sooyoung while they clean up.
"Mmh," Han Sooyoung disagrees. "It was still pretty OOC. I'm not the best at method acting. Give me time to write something, and I'll get you guys a script so good you'll hardly be able to tell it from reality."
She pauses.
"Well, actually, I might make a few edits to his character... the real guy's a bit more of a blushing virgin, you know? Isn't it hotter if he's more confident?"
"He is?" Jung Heewon blurts, delighted. "Don't change that, no! Wait, how do you know that?"
Han Sooyoung wrinkles her nose. "Well, anyways, he's not actually a virgin anymore. But, you know, he's weird... and in the first place, if you tell him it's for his sake, he starts trying to escape. You'd have to tie him down to get him to watch. Way more than whatever half-assed bullshit you two were spitting. Probably with actual rope. Which I didn't bring up, because obviously I didn't want to get tied up."
"Dokja-ssi tied up..." Lee Hyunsung says reverently, and they all take a moment to appreciate the image, for sexual and non-sexual reasons.
"If we kept him tied up in our room and forced him to watch us have sex all the time, he couldn't kill himself anymore," Jung Heewon agrees wistfully.
"You two are freaks, you know that?" Han Sooyoung says, like she's not into it too. "Anyways, give me a few days, and I'll have the script for you guys."
Jung Heewon sighs internally. She's never liked Han Sooyoung- bad first impressions compounded by bad middle impressions have turned her off from building any meaningful relationship with her. But still... right now, all she can think is that she's really thankful she doesn't have to read those terribly OOC scripts in order to get enough Kim Dokja to properly have sex with Lee Hyunsung.
"Thank you."
"Well, you don't have to sounds so begrudging about it," Han Sooyoung says.