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sanjoongie · 11 months

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Library of Illusion~ Sci Fi Section

Chrome Upgrade

📚Part Three for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: Fixer! Yunho x Merc! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Sci-fi au, Cyberpunk 2077 inspired, sleeping with the boss trope

📚Warnings: fighting, cybernetic enhancements, slapping, nipple play, yunho is horny over some knife play, mommy(reader)/little one(yunho) dynamics, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie(s), oral (f receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia

📚Word Count: 3,809

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: the scifi section transports you to a cyberpunk world in which you are merc for hire with many upgrades and your boss, or fixer, pays you with chrome instead of eddie’s (eurodollar)

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have

↫The Fantasy Section ↭ MasterList ↭The Historical Fiction Section↬

You moved back and forth in front of a particular bookshelf but you had this feeling like you were missing it. You tipped your head back and you felt a zap of electricity when your eyes locked onto a bright yellow book with the title "Cyberpunk 2077" in sharp black lettering. You lifted onto your tippy toes, fingertips tingling as you managed to hook the book and bring it down into your waiting hands.

You opened it, and watched expectantly as the book flew out of your hands, landing upright with its pages flipping open, until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent, and within you could see a dark alleyway, filled with trash and lit up by bright lights.

The hair on the back of your neck raised and you felt yourself getting real damn annoyed at this entity that was watching you. "You know, you could just reveal yourself before I meet you in this damn book!" You couldn't help but shout in frustration.

It had to be the guardian of this section, right? Clearly they were both present in the books and in the library. "Or are you worried that I might reject you before you can weave a story to suck me into?"

You might as well be shouting into the void. Or so you thought. The shelves began to shiver and shake and a rush of wind rushed past you, blowing your hair behind you like you were in a wind tunnel. The fuck was that? Alright, maybe you shouldn't be provoking demons.

You decided now was a good time to walk through the portal.

You stood in the middle of an alleyway, neon lights blinking obnoxiously above you. In your hand was a chip and everything in your mind was telling you to put it inside of you. You felt behind your ear and gasped when your finger found a rectangle hole there. The chip slipped in easily and your eyes lit up as you processed the information on the chip.

You were a mercenary for hire. Your fixer, or guy that hooked you up with jobs, was Yunho. You two had worked together pretty steadily but only after you had begged him to give you jobs. You had a gun and an itch to scratch back then. You had worked with a few crews here and there, maybe a partner, but ultimately no one could keep up with your thirst to prove yourself, to really make your name a legend.

Now you had so many cybernetic enhancements you lost count. Circulatory system upgrades for your hacking. You had traded out your eyes a long time ago for easier targeting and to make them a pretty purple jeweled color. But your crown jewel were the blades that were implanted and replaced your arms. The blades stayed hidden and folded and you had full use of your 'hands', but the Mantis blades had been the best improvement you had invested in, surely.

A screen popped up in your peripherals and a faint ringing could be heard in your ear. The square said Your Fixer Yuyu was calling you. "I got the deets, Yunho, what's up?" You answered.

"Another gonk got themselves snatched for cybernetics and organs," Yunho replied.

"Yeah, I got that already, what do you want?" You snapped.

You admired your clothes in this world: you were wearing skin tight pleather pants with cutouts at the hips, a bikini top and a large baggy jacket. You had an undercut on the side where you had slipped in your chip, but your hair fell in waves on your right side. Definitely the cyberpunk look.

"That same gonk left their bike outside the place where they had been sent to rescue the last guy," Yunho informed you. You winced. Oops. "Don't worry, choom, I got you. I called your bike away to park a few blocks. Just thought I'd let you know when you run out of there."

"Thanks."

"Orchid?" You fucking loved your merc name. The first upgrade you got as a merc were Mantis blades but insisted on a soft pink color. So they named you after a pretty Orchid Mantis. You were kinda proud of that, actually.

"Yeah?" You answered.

"Come see me after this job, 'kay? I've got something to run past you."

"Got it, Yunho."

You ended the comms and cracked your neck. Time to cut up some idiot bodysnatchers.

You snuck into the building where your target was located. She was in an ice bath to keep her body chill. You checked for vital signs and luckily the damn gonk wasn't dead. Yet. That's when you allowed yourself to kill every damn bodysnatcher in the place, with no mercy. Who thought it was a good life choice to kidnap innocent people and steal their cybernetics off their corpses? You were a bit blood splattered afterwards but the trauma team came for your target once you booted up their biomon and you were already gone by then.

You jogged for a block, shrugging on your jacket and then you called in your bike. You didn't bother to check in with Yunho, you simply set his headquarters location to your GPS and headed there full throttle. You weren't sure what you prefered more: slashing people up with your Mantis blades or riding the road with your bike. Either one provided amazing adrenaline.

You pulled up to the noodle shop and parked your bike in the front. The staff didn't even blink as you walked through the front and into the kitchen of the shop. You stopped in front of the deep freeze and the square of tiles before it blinked before popping open. You slid down the ladder and a cold nuzzle of a gun was pressed against the nape of your neck.

"Jesus, do you have to do that every damn time? It's Orchid, for christ sake. Let her in." Yunho yelled at his guard.

You stuck your tongue out at the guard and he pulled his gun to holster it. You walked towards the glass box that was Yunho's office. The door snapped behind you with a whoosh. The glass tinted so that no one could see inside. Interesting.

"What's up, choom?" You said, not showing a hint of your worries. You planted your ass on the crescent shaped couch and crossed your hands behind your back.

Yunho approached the low coffee table in front of you. His broad shoulders filled out his orange and black leather jacket well. “When did you get the new ink?” Yunho motioned with his chin.

You looked down and saw a dragon on your hip. Odd. When did that get there? It didn’t fit the genre at all, it was a dragon from an old fairy tale novel illustration. Did you have another tattoo? Upon further inspection, you also had a switchblade on your shoulder. Both were clearly souvenirs from Yeosang and Wooyoung but… why? It couldn't be that they simply wanted you to remember them by tattoos you had not agreed upon. You figured you’d ask Seonghwa when you got back.

To answer Yunho though, you shrugged. “I gotta pass it by Daddy first?”

Yunho’s eyes darkened and narrowed them at you. “Are you giving me lip, little girl?”

You scoffed at the term. “A little girl that could slice you in half maybe.”

Yunho strode around the table, brought back his hand and slapped you, one of his rings scratching your chin as it hit. “Bitch? Are you saying you could take me on?”

"Yunho, Yunho, Yunho," You shook your head. "There's a reason you keep calling me to do all your dirty work. Because I get shit done."

"I give you the dirty work jobs because you're trash," Yunho corrected you.

You smiled and it was dangerous. "Careful. Those are fighting words."

"Not fighting words if they're true."

Your Sandevistan, the operating system that allowed you to move faster than the human eye could observe, kicked in and within milliseconds, you were on top of Yunho on the floor, your Mantis Blade at Yunho's neck. "I may be trash but I could still kill you, Yuyu," You crooned perilously.

Yunho swallowed but even that motion put his adam's apple in danger, flirting with your blade. "You didn't tell me you got a Sandevistan."

"I don't tell my fixer everything in case he wants to take advantage of me." Your free hand started to absentmindedly play with the chains around his neck. "Now, how are you going to repay me for this?"

"This?" Yunho squeaked.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "I charge for my services; had to use my Sandevistan to show you who's really boss, didn't I? How much to let you go free too?"

Yunho scowled. "I don't--"

You ran the tip of your blade along Yunho’s face, the threat there. Yunho whimpered and you cackled. "Big talk for a big man-" You moved your body back and your lower half encountered something long blocking your way.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yunho--"

"Don't," he said in a clipped tone. "Just pretend you didn't--"

You grinned evilly. "Your price just went up."

"Orchid, listen." Yunho was starting to sweat. "We have a decent work relationship. I'd like to keep it that way. Can't we just forgive the insults?"

"Or…" You slowly reclined your Mantis Blade built into your arm, folding it back in place. "...you could repay me in a different way. Do you have a Mr. Studd upgrade?"

Yunho's ears began to get red. "...yes."

"Give me an hour of your time, I think that would make us even."

Yunho looked so confused it was borderline adorable. “You… you sure?”

“Whatever you would have paid me as compensation would have gone towards some time at a dollhouse anyways, so why not, Yuyu?” You chirped.

Yunho nodded curtly. “Done.”

The Mr. Studd upgrade you were talking about was essentially an upgrade/sexual organ replacement. It ensured that the one using the upgrade lasted for hours, which is why it was standardly an upgrade a Doll, or whore, had. Why Yunho had it, you didn’t know, but you didn’t care at this point. It also meant that his dick was chrome colored, which was a bonus.

You remained straddling Yunho on the floor but Yunho sat up, his upper body now vertical, holding himself up by his arms, palms flat on the concrete floor. You were cradling his head to your chest as he sucked on your tits. His eyes had widened upon seeing your nipples had been replaced with a cosmetic upgrade, making them a sea-foam green color. You continued to dominate your boss, having discovered that he also had a Mommy kink.

You couldn't help but coo at Yunho some more, his eyes were big as his lips were wrapped around your nipple. “That’s a good baby, sucking Mommy’s tits just the way she likes it.” Yunho whined against your breast. “Does my little one have something to say?”

Yunho popped off your nipple, leaving a string of saliva connecting from his tongue to your nipple. “Orch--Mommy.” You waited patiently for Yunho to say what he wanted to say. “Can I have your cunt now?”

If Yunho absolutely drooling over your tits wasn’t enough to make you sopping wet, that sentence certainly did the trick. “Do you think you earned it, little one?”

Yunho nodded quickly. “Please, can I have Mommy’s pretty pink cunt now?”

You sighed dramatically. “I guess you deserve it for sucking on Mommy’s titties so well.”

Yunho let out a comfortable sigh once you sunk down on his chrome dick. “Mommy feels so good around me.”

“Yeah, does Mommy squeeze you just right, Baby?” You started to move up and down his cock, making sure to clench when you had just the head of his dick inside of you and then pushed him back inside again.

Yunho moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You had no idea the straight faced, extremely tall fixer was such a sucker to be a sub for someone. You might have offered it earlier had you known. “More, please, Mommy, more!”

It’s not long before you have Yunho creaming between your thighs. He comes with a gruff cry but you hadn't found your high yet. But thanks to his Mr. Studd upgrade, that wasn’t a problem. You continued to fuck yourself on Yunho’s chrome dick, even after Yunho’s long drawn out moan faded from his lips.

“Be a good baby and play with Mommy’s clit, hmm?” You encouraged him. You leaned back, hands on Yunho’s thighs to brace yourself, and started to fuck him that way.

Yunho’s lips puckered like he wanted your tits back in his mouth but his eyes were on your clit. “Wanna suck on Mommy’s pretty clit, please,” He whined.

“Here, Baby.” You grabbed one of Yunho’s hands, which were large for a fixer’s, and sucked on his thumb, gathering your saliva along the digit before guiding Yunho to rub his thumb mercilessly along your swollen clit. “Right there, just like that,” You hissed, “You can suck Mommy’s clit another time, maybe when you’ve been a bad little one.”

“You’d sit on my face? Please?” Yunho looked eager and cute all over again.

You cupped Yunho’s face so that his cheeks were pushed together. “Stop being so cute and focus on the here and now, Yuyu.”

Yunho frowned, fucking up into your pussy with his chrome dick and flicked your clit until you came with a loud shout, thighs shuddering as your orgasm ripped through you. You panted and waited for your cunt to stop fluttering around Yunho and then asked him how long before he could go for his second round.

The second round included you degrading Yunho, as per his request. The harsher you were, the more he throbbed inside of you. He cried fat tears for you when he came the second time, proving to his Mommy that his dick was good enough and big enough to come inside a second time. You licked away his tears, having come only moments before him.

The third round you found that Yunho liked his nipples played with, to the point of overstimulation, to which he buried himself deep inside of you to come, nudging your uterus and making you come just as hard. By then, the two of you were clinging to each other, sweaty and exhausted but plenty satisfied. The only problem now was…

“What are we going to do with all this sticky cum, little one?” You mused, looking down at your pussy, which had his cum literally dripping out of you.

“Le-leave it there?” Yunho stuttered, his ears heating up again.

You cocked your head curiously at Yunho. “But Mommy wants to clean up, baby.”

“I…” Yunho opened his mouth and then closed it.

“Yuyu, after what we just did, there isn’t much to be embarrassed about,” You brought up.

Yuyu nodded his head but couldn't meet your eyes. “It’s dirty though.”

That made your proverbial ears perk up. “What’s dirty?”

“I want to eat my cum from your pussy, Mommy.”

"You're awfully greedy for my cunt, Yuyu," You couldn't help but tease him.

Yunho pouted. "Please. Mommy."

"I think you're past your hour," You mentioned.

Yunho clung to you harder. "I…I need this. Please."

Whatever constant state of control fixer Yunho was in, this seemed to be his safe place to let loose. You yourself had felt the tension leave his body, as he came and came and came inside of you. Perhaps you could come to some type of arrangement after the jobs he set you up on…

"Okay, baby, you can clean up my cunt with your tongue," You agreed, "But it's going to cost you."

Yunho was nodding, lifting you off his cock already, fully capable of setting you down on the ground and wrapping his arms around your thighs. "Thank you, Mommy," he said, almost like thanking you for his meal.

When Yunho's guard walked in to say that he had a visitor, Yunho was so pussy drunk that he never even responded. You looked at the guard, upside down with your head cast back because Yunho was working your cunt with his tongue quite well and said, "He's busy."

You couldn't believe when Yunho coaxed your fourth orgasm from your body but when your body stopped shuddering and you looked at your fixer between your legs, it was clear that this was exactly what Yunho should be doing for you.

Wait--

Shouldn't Yunho be giving you… something else?

Yunho smiled at you, his chin and cheeks covered in a mixture of his saliva, his cum and yours and you felt your brain stutter. "I did good, Mommy?"

"Course, Baby, you did brilliantly." You ruffled Yunho's hair.

"Maybe…maybe you could stay the night? I don't have anymore jobs for you and I--"

Whatever else Yunho was saying faded out as your brain once again attempted to tell you that you couldn't stay the night. You had somewhere to go. Did you, though? Couldn't you just stay here with Yunho?

"Orchid? Are you okay? Do you need a stim? I've got a few around here."

You watched as Yunho looked around his room, his leather jacket hanging off one arm absentmindedly. He really did look like a lost boy.

Wasn't he just like the others? The others?

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes. What the fuck was going on?

"Yun…I think someone is hacking me. I feel--weird."

Yunho stopped looking for the stims and sighed. "I almost thought I had you there."

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the Science Fiction Section. Yunho had an arm already stretched out to pull his book out. Inside was a chip, the same that you had put into your slot in the book to absorb the information of the cyberpunk world and your job.

Gone were Yunho's mixture of neon and baggy cyberpunk clothes. Instead, he was in a black button down, tight black pants, with a shoulder rig and a thigh harness. "Would it have been so bad to stay with me?"

You pursed your lips. "Yes, actually. I have someone else waiting for me."

Yunho, baby boy Yunho, was peeking out. "What's he going to say when he finds out you've fucked all us demons to get to him?"

Your dead lover's curling grin flashed through your mind and you felt your heart contract in pain. "He'd probably say he missed out on all the fun."

"I'll only give this to you if you give me a goodbye kiss, Mommy," Yunho said with a sneaky grin.

You rolled your eyes. "A bit demanding for a baby boy, aren't you?" You couldn't help but slip back into that role for a second.

"What's one more kiss?" Yunho still challenged you.

You sighed and got up from the floor. You stretched up on your tippy toes and place a kiss on Yunho's lips. He sighed happily against your lips and slipped the chip key into your hands. "Miss me a little, okay, Mommy?"

Your head felt fuzzy from the mindfuck you were currently going through. Surely living so many lives so quickly wasn't healthy for you. Were you even going to make it through this? No, you couldn't think that way. You had only one purpose in your life now, and that was to bring your dead lover back with the use of the artifact. If you didn't have that, you had nothing.

Seonghwa was humming under his breath and swaying in his chair when you approached the desk this time. He brightened slightly upon seeing you walk up to his desk. "Have something for me?"

You frowned at him. "Excuse me? Who are you and what have you done with the Keeper of the Keys?"

Seonghwa's smile widened. Did he… did he like when you talked down to him? "I talked with Yeosang. Seems like you've been treating us quite well, actually."

"Actually?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

Seonghwa's face turned stormy. "Not all travelers do their best to play the game. Most demand we simply give the keys to them. Hence my--" Seonghwa cleared his throat, "--my bad attitude towards your kind. We are simply demons doing our job, after all."

"Well, you've got me there, I guess. You guys are just cogs in the machine too, huh?"

Seonghwa looked at you eagerly. "Where did you go this time? What do you have for me?"

It was still a little weird that Seonghwa was now eager to see you but you handed him the chip key nonetheless. "Yunho."

Seonghwa's eyes began to have a shaky quality to them, almost like he was nervous. "Did you, uh, have any trouble with Yunho?" He scurried behind his desk and added your third key to your collection in the display case.

"Actually!" You inspected your body and not only found the dragon and switchblade tattoo but a new one was on your body now, after Yunho. You could feel the raised edges on your neck, near your chin. "Do I have something here?"

Seonghwa titled his head to look at where you pointed. "Is that a motorbike?"

"Interesting…" You began to nibble on your thumbnail. You only knew about getting the keys from the guardians, what was this tattoo thing about? "Do you know anything about these tattoos?"

Seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck. "You didn't come in with those?"

Was Yunho hinting towards something earlier? Did the demons not know anything beyond their jobs? What truly was this place?

You were halfway through your haul of keys. You only had three more to go but that didn't make you feel any more confident. You thought perhaps as you progressed, you would have a better understanding of this whole ordeal but as it turned out, you were getting more questions than answers.

"Don't miss me while I'm gone, Seonghwa," You joked, "Maybe have some cookies when I come back. Chocolate chip is fine."

You left Seonghwa whining about getting his hands on freshly baked cookies and perused the sections that were left. A lilting song played by an instrument long forgotten poured from the section you had stopped at and your shoe sunk through a pile of sand. The sign above your head was made of stone and runes crossed over it. You blinked and the hieroglyphics quickly translated to the History Section. You had several times in history you loved but nothing came close to your obsession with Egypt. Maybe you'd be in luck and forge your own fate this time.

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hyunnieshannie · 11 months

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BOUNDLESS | HHJ

Series: Boundless

Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader

Part: 7 (revised)

Genre/Warnings: Fantasy AU || Non Idol Au || Kumiho Hyunjin || harsh words (swearing) || Dom!Hyunjin || degradation/name calling || mentions of anxiety || self esteem issues || Unprotected sex || Explicit sexual actions <biting, hair pulling> || oral (fem receiving)|| mentions of death <none of the main> || mentions of feelings of guilt, and loss|| (Anything else I have missed just let me know and will be added in, more warnings will be added with each chapter update)

AN: Oh... by the way... boundless is back <3

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A soft knock on the door sends you flying up in bed, looking around the dark room and realizing that it is now the middle of the night. You had spent the day hiding away in your room until you eventually fell asleep. You shift in the bed, standing up and stretching. Your muscles tense from the lack of movement. Slowly you make your way towards the door, opening it to see Hyunjin standing there like a lost puppy.

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“How are you feeling?” He whispers as he stares at the ground,

“Tired mostly,” it was the truth, your body and mind were both depleted of any energy you had previously. To you, your tiredness came from over-thinking. Anxiety takes a whole lot out of anyone’s energy so it was only reasonable for you to be exhausted.

“Yeah,” He sighs, “I shouldn’t have let Jeongin go that far.”

“Huh?”

“He drained you pretty bad,” Hyunjin reaches into the pocket of his pants pulling out a small plant. “Here-” he extends his arm out, still looking to the ground as he hands it to you, “I made Felix grow it,”

“What is it?”

“Just an herb, it’ll help you feel better for tomorrow. It’s a long walk.” His voice is shaky, something was bothering him, something he felt he couldn’t tell you.

“Want to come in?” You ask as you take the plant from his hands, looking at it wondering what you were supposed to do with it. Do I make tea? Do I just eat it? He nods softly before slowly walking in, keeping a safe distance from you. You walk closer to him, hoping that maybe he’d just look up at you so you could figure out what was wrong. Something. Anything. Just his expression would at least help give some sort of context but as you raise your hand to push his hair back from his face, he flinches.

“Please don’t.” He looks away quickly,

“Hyunjin…” you sigh, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” It wasn’t nothing.

“You won’t even look at me,” he doesn’t respond, “Hyunjin tell me what's wrong, please.”

“It’s nothing y/n… please, I’m okay.” his voice still shakes as he fiddles with his hands, in an attempt to distract himself.

“You’re- no. Don’t lie to me right now, that’s not fair. Last night, you opened up… what makes right now any different? Last night you-”

“I’m sorry about last night,” he sighs,

“You regret it.” you say, your heart dropping with an ear-ringing shatter that only reverberated in your own head. Your heart hurts at the thought that you did so poorly he’d regret his decision. You can’t figure out why your heart hurts so much. He’s a stranger, from a world that isn’t yours. He’s quite literally a fictional person, written beautifully, elegantly, softly; on the blank pages of a book. Who was I? To think, he’d have magically fallen for me just a day after meeting me. If Changbin couldn’t see you for you- as someone who’d interacted with him in classes for months- if any of your previous crushes couldn’t either… Then what would have ever made you think that this terrifyingly beautiful person could? Your voice trembles as you seek out your next words, “I’m sorry if I wasn’t good enough, I-”

“No!” His gaze finally shoots up, looking at you with teary eyes. “No, it’s not that, Y/N, it has nothing to do with that- I promise you, I don’t regret anything.” he runs his hand through his silky blonde hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he tugs at it, “I just fucked up, I fucked up and I- I have to live with that now.” your tears sting as they begin to fall.

“You don’t regret it- but you fucked up?” Your body shakes, you can’t tell what you're feeling now but it hurts, god, it hurts so bad. “What the fuck does that mean, Hyunjin?” you huff, trying to slow your breathing as your body tenses in a panicked shock. “How could you not regret it but still think you fucked up?” A moment of silence.

“Don’t.” he says, “Please, Y/N, don’t cry… I can’t handle it,” his eyes water more. The memory of Changbin rushes back, how he held you, looking hurt while he tried to explain his little dare.

“Just like Changbin,” you sigh, “I told you what happened. Then you fucking sleep with me and now here you are- telling me how you fucked up.” You laugh through tears, “Fuck I’m so fucking stupid,” you choke out.

“Y/n..” Hyunjin looks like he wants to close the distance, to hold you. To tell you what he meant but he can’t find the words, he can’t even begin to explain what he had done.

“What.” You hiss, white-hot anger replacing the pain in your chest.

“I can’t watch you cry,” he steps forward, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears, but you step back. Creating even more distance between the two of you, “Y/n…” his hand drops as he grips at his shirt harshly, knuckles turning white. Coward. He thought to himself. He couldn’t help it. It was his mistake, it was his problem to deal with, one he’d live with until he died, one that would continue to be an issue- even after you had long gone back to your own world. One that would haunt him. Every. Single. Day.

“Don’t touch me,” you shake more, everything about him conveying a deep sadness, “Was last night just your fucking Gumiho shit? You learned to control it and thought you’d test it out?” even through your words his expression doesn’t change, he merely stares at the ground taking deep breaths in.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“I can’t do this.” you sigh, “Just fucking say you made a mistake being with me and get out-”

“THAT WASN’T THE MISTAKE.” He pleads, “I FUCKED UP TWICE ALREADY Y/N, TWO FUCKING TIMES, ANY MORE AND I’LL JUST HURT-” He stops and takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “I don’t know what to do Y/N… I’m scared of it, but it’s already been done. I’ve already done it and I can’t take it back, and it’s going to be with me my whole fucking life! You don’t understand- you don’t know how fucking bad this hurts- and I can’t even bring myself to explain it to you because I’m barely even fucking processing it myself!” He throws his hands up and stares at you, eyes brimming with tears, “So what do I do?”

It hits you, “Is this about what happened with Jeongin earlier?” You watch him crumble, tears finally spilling from his dark eyes, face reddening as he fights the thoughts within himself, he nods. “Did you take-”

“No,” Jeongin says as he appears at the door, “He gave.” Jeongin walks in and sits himself on the bed, looking between the two of you. “And now he needs to live with that.” His tone was serious.

“Jeongin don’t,” Hyunjin whispers.

“No, you’re being upset and loud in the middle of the night so here I am to fucking calm you down before you run away- don’t act like you weren’t going to either.” Jeongin snaps, looking at Hyunjin, eyes narrowing as he continues, “Do you think you’d survive out there? How long do you think you’d last as a human in the woods? I give it about an hour before you’re taken in.”

“I know my way-” Hyunjin tries to defend himself, only for Jeongin to cut him off again.

“You knew your way. You chose to forget it.” Jeongin shakes his head, “You chose that path over what you are by nature,”

“I don’t need another scolding right now, Jeongin, let me deal with this please.” You watch as the two boys argue amongst themselves. He forgot? Forgot what?

“Can someone just fucking explain what this is, for Gods sake.” you mutter as you wipe away your tears.

“It’s only half done,” Jeongin sighs, “She’s still affected by the charm, so at least there's that.” He ignores you completely as he calms Hyunjin, and though you think the words have no effect, Hyunjin seems to settle down a bit. “You need to choose whether to complete it or not, and you only have tonight. That’s all the time you have Jinnie,” Hyunjin nods, “and if you can’t, then theres no reason to continue the conversation,” Jeongin gets up, pausing at the door as he looks back at the two of you, “I’ll let you explain yourself, but either choice Jinnie, you have to live with, and it will hurt both ways.” he closes the door, and you’re left there with a sullen looking Hyunjin.

“What did he mean Hyunji-”

“The first time, I took from you.” He sighs, “Then last night,” his voice trembles and he paces around the room as he takes long, deep breaths in, “Last night I let you take from me.”

“Tell me this isn’t some sort of virginity reference,” you awkwardly laugh.

“No. It’s not.” he looks back up at you softly before walking over to you. Standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “I took a part of your soul Y/N, you took a part of mine.” Your eyes widen at his statement, because what the fuck? You’re not a magical creature that could do things like that?

“How could I have? I’m not like you-”

“Because I offered it, because I willingly held it out for you to take without thinking. My mistake wasn’t choosing you, Y/N, my mistake was doing so knowing you would be gone soon.”

“I- I need a better explanation Hyunjin-”

“We take, to survive; but I have never taken a full soul- I’ve never taken anyone’s life.” he explains, “Only portions in order to stay alive.”

“And that has to do with-”

“We don’t give. Not often,” he sighs as he brings his hand to cup your face, “We only give if we-” he goes quiet, “fuck.” he mutters, “The best way to put it is this,” he reaches down to your shoulder, lightly pulling at the material of your shirt, exposing the mark he had left on you the night before, “I gave a portion of myself to you, and it usually manifests in its own way, but I fucked up and went and did that- basically rushing it. Instead of letting it develop at its usual pace- and it will live on you forever. I don’t know how this cross world shit works but from what I do know, that mark on you will stay. That’s our way of pledging loyalty.” he says as he caresses the mark, “It could have developed slowly, it could have become such a beautiful thing.” he sighs, “But in the moment, I felt like I didn’t have time so I rushed it. I fucking rushed it.”

“Explain that, please,” you say as you look at him,

“I tied myself to you forcefully, rushed. Normally, it would develop slowly, falling in love is supposed to happen slowly,” he says dreamily. Falling in love… “So when I say I rushed it, I mean I overwhelmed myself with every feeling that should have come slowly.”

“You can’t love me… you don’t know me” you stutter out as you attempt to wrap your brain around this fucked up explanation.

“I do know a part of you. Here's the thing, Y/N, the mark doesn't appear if you’re not… compatible. If there were no chance of feelings ever developing it wouldn’t have come. I would have just lost a part of me- but it did. It fucking did. I saw it this morning and I- it all hit me at once, every little fucking feeling, every moment I could have given you, all because I fucking did something I didn’t fully understand.”

“Okay, so, wait,” you push him away softly, “Let me get this right- you guys can give a part of yourself to people… to test compatibility?” he nods, “-and if it works somehow it- this mark- would develop slowly?”

“Yes.”

“And with the development, it gives you a better understanding of the person.”

“In a way, yes, but there's more to it,” he mumbles.

“And you rushed it how?”

“I don’t know, I just saw it and then Jeongin yelled at me, and I-”

“Jeongin said it’s only half done? What does that mean- I mean- what would it take to complete… whatever this is?”

“You would have to give up a part of yourself willingly, which is something I can’t ask of you, Y/N, but I’m stuck right now. The feeling of a half mark is the same as unrequited love… It hurts,” he laughs a little, “fuck it hurts! It’s like you have me, but I don’t have you, and it puts my senses in a fucking mess. Like earlier, when Jeongin grabbed you, my instinct was to rip his fucking arm off. The way you looked at him, the way you wanted him, the way I wanted to tear him apart, all because he was reading into your heart and I can’t fucking do that, I can’t read into you like he can.”

“Twilight shit, fucking Jacob shit.” You mutter lightly, laughing under your breath.

“Twi-What? Jacob?” he shakes his head.

“First off, saying you can't read into me like he can is giving jealous boyfriend vibes,” you laugh.

“That’s a half mark problem.” He says, “It twists my brain. Everyones a threat until you give yourself to me, it's a possessiveness that takes over until I can have you.” You stare back at him. None of this makes sense, and his explanation just confuses you more. “Listen, you don’t have to do shit- like you said, we don’t know each other- I just thought you should know so you don’t freak out when that thing doesn’t go away.” He gestures at the mark, then turns to head for the door.

“And if I give myself to you? Then what…” you ask quietly, your mouth moved before you had fully processed the thought. Were you really so willing to give yourself to an absolute stranger?

“You wouldn’t feel the effects of the charm, my brain would probably function normally again, and-”

“Would I be able to fall in love again…” he flinches at the words, eyes dropping to the floor,

“Yes. You’re human, so yes, if the feelings are stronger for someone other than me… then yeah. It doesn't break the bond, but consider it more of an open thing.”

“What about you?”

“I made my choice.” Either choice Jinnie, you have to live with, and it will hurt both ways. So that's what Jeongin meant. If you didn’t give yourself to Hyunjin he’d be left with a fogged mind, and if you did he’d be hurt when you left. His life was a curse. Constantly on the run, being hunted at every turn. The loss and injustice he’d faced… for being born without a gift, for the prejudice of humans making him out to be a dangerous creature. Cursed to either never love, or only love one person. You had a choice, you could fall in love again. Sure, a part of you would live within him, but you’d have feelings again. And if those ever grew stronger than what you felt for him you’d be able to love… be in a relationship.

What do you feel for him? Your brain couldn’t understand why you’d be so willing to give in, why your heart hurt so badly when you thought he was telling you that his mistake was being with you. It wasn’t love. But maybe somewhere within some part of you started liking him? Maybe it was how easily you spoke to each other, maybe it’s the way you caught yourself staring when he’d smile, eyes tracing the way his nose would scrunch up and his eyes would close into two crescents. Maybe it was his shy smile, or how he looked while he poured out his heart to you just a few moments ago. Whatever small feelings you had for him, felt heightened as you pulled him into you, kissing him needily. He made his choice to love you, accident or not. The least you could do was let him have a clear mind. For whatever reason, you thought living in a state of constant pain and jealousy was worse than endless longing. None of this made sense- not his sporadic explanation, not the idea of him willingly giving himself to you just a day after meeting, none of it. You don’t understand his reasons for doing any of this, and it may never make sense to you, but, in this moment, as he kissed you softly, every nerve and synapse in your brain and body screamed for you to give yourself to him.

The way he placed you softly on the bed, the way he kissed down your jaw so sweetly, making his way down as he tenderly removed the clothing you had on- pushing them aside and gently feeling your body with his hands. How he looked at you so lovingly, you couldn’t believe any of it at the time, but in just one look he had convinced you that, magically, he had fallen for you. Yes, the effect of what he had done had a massive part to play in his feelings, but he looked at you so genuinely, so softly. Your heart couldn't help but swell. Slowly, he continued, leaving a trail of kisses down your body; between your breasts as he cupped them in his hands, down your stomach causing you to tense at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. Making his way back up to nuzzle into your neck, he whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”

You pulled him up, kissing him once more, as you fiddled with the string of his pants. Pushing them downward to release his already hardened cock. You palmed at it gently as you kissed him, small groans came from him as you positioned him between your legs.

He entered slowly, there was no time for prep. You needed him, your body ached for him, a feeling you’d never had before. Moaning softly as he stretched you and bottomed out, he only gave you a moment before slowly thrusting in and out of you. It wasn’t like the last time, his dominating behavior was now soft and almost submissive. He didn’t use any degrading words, only muttering ‘you’re so perfect’ and ‘It’s like you were made for me, and I, you.’

He wasn’t fucking you, not in the slightest. He was giving his whole self to you, this was him showing you he meant it when he said he fell in love. He thrusts slowly and deeply into you, the softness of his kisses, and his light moans causing you to fall deeper into whatever you felt for him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, kissing at his neck as he whimpers into your ear. “I don’t know how this works,” you whisper, “But I’ll give myself to you.” his head shoots up and his movements stop. He looks down into your eyes before kissing you softly,

“All I need is that,” he smiles before resuming his movements, this time a little faster, a little harsher. It’s how he reaches so deeply into you that sends you over the edge, how your walls clench around him that have him moaning your name as he releases inside you.

Passionate. It was passionate.

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plutowon · 2 years

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[star-crossed]

pairing: jaemin x reader

genre: fantasy (reader has powers), enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending

warnings: violence, death, mention of blood and broken bones, parental issues

synopsis: being raised to hate each other, na jaemin has made it his personal life goal to be the unbearable mosquito bite on your shoulder, that is until you found him on one worse nights of his life

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of course, as you walk into your first class of the day na jaemin is there, standing by the door with a headache-inducing smirk and looking right at you. as you attempt to walk by him, he walks right in front of you and looks down at you mockingly.

“hello, y/n” you push him aside and ignore him. truly, what good would wasting your time on an idiot do? you can hear him scoff as you make your way to your seat, but before your hands can even grace chair, you fall forward and the back of your shoe lays flat under your heel.

“you’re so clumsy” and jaemin sits down right next to you. he’s watching as you struggle to fully balance urself and keep urself from meeting your doom, colliding with the hard floor. it’s not until he grabs the bottom of your shirt that you finally stabilize yourself, but then again, the sickening feeling of his cold fingers tickling against your back makes you wish he let you drop. flicking his arm off you, you set yourself down gently in your seat as the professor enters the classroom, and to your absolute misfortune, you are forced to deal with na jaemin’s incessant harassment for the next hour.

as kids, you and jaemin were constantly pit against each other.

your fathers, college friends turned rivals under the villainous reign of capitalism, showed you off every chance they got. as you grew, you learned very quickly that no matter how much sweat and blood and passion you poured into your success, even if you emptied yourself of all your essence, it would all amount to nothing if jaemin was ahead of you,

and of course, he always was.

you grew to resent him, the very air around him making your blood boil. seeing him have all the glory filled you heart with hatred, watching him with all of his friends, his ever-changing line of girlfriends, his effortless perfection.

he set you off.

of course though, it upset your father that his child could not surpass na jaemin. as you come from a long line of fairies and with an entrepreneur as parent, he had high expectations for you, though you didn't see how storm and lighting powers could possibly aide you in your academic success.

eventually, you learned your father would never be satisfied and you would simply ruin yourself and rot away trying to be better than jaemin, so you stopped trying. you settled for what you have and learned to be content.

however, that doesn’t mean you threw away your hatred for jaemin,

that was something you were sure you would carry for the rest of your life,

so you never thought you would be here in the middle of the street at 1:45 in the morning, holding his aching body as his soul desperately clung to his body against the force trying to pull him out of it.

“don’t close your eyes, jaemin, please. just give me more time” you shake him gentle, and he giggles at your delicacy, how you’re so gentle despite the severity of the situation and your heart pounding against your ribcage as if it was trying to break free from your body and save him.

when you arrived at the scene, jaemin was being beat by two men cloaked in black and adorned with brass knuckles and a metal baseball bat to top it all off. they had fled as they heard your footsteps rapidly approaching, and when you had reached jaemin, you had to forcibly stop the bile from crawling up your throat. jaemin was a pile of broken bones and he was bleeding bad, he was choking on it. honestly, had it not been for his bangs and his jacket, he was almost unrecognizable.

but when he saw you, he let his signature smirk grace his lips before more blood exploded from his mouth. you had never seen him so fragile, so fragile you were afraid even laying a finger on him would kill him. nonetheless you still cradle his face in your hands. he wants to reach up and touch your hand, but the pain that shoots through his arm acts as a guard.

“i fucked up bad” but he still has a smile on his face as you tear up. he wants to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but even talking to you seems to be a monumental task. you only move your hands to call an ambulance before going back to him, holding his weak hand in yours and he physically cannot even begin to thank you for granting his wish.

jaemin wants to stay awake so bad because every time his eyes droop he can feel you panicking, but he doesn’t think he can do its for much longer, his eye lids are pulling themselves down and he only has so much left in him and he can feel it.

so he decides to do what he’s been dying to do for years.

“y/n, it’s okay” you shake your head aggressively.

“just a little longer, jaemin, please” you direct your pleas to jaemin, but you’re more hoping that god will listen to your prayers and keep him down on earth with you. you begin to wonder if you ever hated jaemin at all. you remember in 10th grade, jaemin was out sick and the feeling of walking comfortably without a nuisance stuck to your hip was oddly irking. and he teased you of course, asked you if you missed him, reassured you that he wouldn’t get sick just for your sake, and maybe you’re finally coming to terms with the fact that that promise made your heart flutter, that at some point down the road, you had crossed the oh so thin line between hatred and love.

coming to terms with it too late.

“i know you pretend,” he pauses to catch his breath, “that you despise me,” your cries are now audible. you can feel him slipping out of your grasp.

“but, despite our stars being crossed from the beginning i have always loved you” he finishes with a cough and rubs his thumb pad against the soft skin coating your hand. just as you’re about to speak, jaemin stills. his breath ceases, and the thumb giving you a blanket of hope has now stopped moving. your breath hitches and you begin to shake him and yell. you beg and beg with all your might, telling him to come back, telling him to wake up, telling him

“i love you !” you yell it loudly, loudly enough in hopes that he’ll hear it and come crashing back down to earth,

but he doesn’t.

he doesn't move, not a centimeter. but you are too stubborn to give up, and jaemin knows this, it’s only your very nature.

so you channel all the energy you have, all the passion, the hatred, the loved, the admiration, the memories of him beating you to first place, the memories of his annoying teases, his beautiful smile, the way he runs his fingers through his hair and the way he taps on your shoulder. the memories of all the connivence store food he bought you in times of stress, the valentines day gifts he got you, you pull it all out of your soul and into your hands and it sparks. it tickles your fingers, the electricity of love dancing in your hands.

you just need a second chance.

you promise to love him this time, to hold him this time, give your all to him as he has done for you. you press your hands against his chest, feeling him jolt at the energy.

you just need a second chance,

and god decides you're worth one,

for jaemin wakes up with a loud inhale of life just as the ambulance pulls up.

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filthfix · 1 year

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After Party - 한

Pairing: f.Reader x Jisung

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 733

Tags: Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Handjob, Unsuspecting Audience

Summary: Risky after party activities in the middle of a crowd.. based off that one TikTok…

A/N: Sorry I ghosted you guys after saying I was working on a bunch of series<\3 here’s a lil something to apologize.. I’ll try and pick back up my wips but no promises on them being done anytime soon 😭

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Jisung has always been daring. It doesn’t matter if it’s the after party of his year long tour with all his band mates and company staff members surrounding him, he’ll be himself.. Shirtless laying in the middle of the room with you on top of him. He’s played it off as a joke, he’s just tipsy and wants to exercise using you as motivation and everyone around is so use to his behavior they don’t even bat an eye which always works in his favor for stuff like this. With the loud EDM blasting, flashing lights of purple and green and a poorly hung disco ball somewhere on the wall this is the perfect set up for Jisung to entertain his wildest fantasies.

“Kiss” he sits up and puckers. You smirk and playfully swat at him.

“Ah!” He’s as dramatic as ever clutching his chest and falling back.

“Just one set! Just one set!” He waves his index finger at you, squeezes his eyes shut and then clasps his hands together practically begging.

“Fine” you already knew where this was going so there really wasn’t anything else to do but roll your eyes and smirk at him.

He gets comfortable under you, shaking you around in the process and then with a grunt he complete his first rep. The second time he comes up with puckered lips and you give into him, meeting him half way. He does this over and over again until he finishes a set.

He lays back and you look down at him. Trailing your eyes down from his v-line up to the light outline of his abs then to his chest that raises up and down a little quicker than usual because of the sit ups and then finally up at his face. His mouth was slightly opened only enough for the tip of his tongue to poke out and his dirty blonde hair covered most of his eyes the part that you could see was half lidded and staring directly at you.

You both stayed like that, holding eye contact, for what felt like 5 whole minutes before you noticed something stiffening right under you. He breaks contact and scans the room, it’s packed with people chatting it up but no one’s paying attention to you two. So with the corners of his mouth turning up and his tongue pressing against his cheek he looked back up at you and then down at where you’re sitting. Quickly he reaches down and fishes himself out of his pants and exchanges his hand for yours.

You blink at him and he raise his eyebrows as a response. You can’t lie and say this situation doesn’t get you worked up. Feeling the warmth and weight of his dick in your hand in the middle of an unsuspecting crowd was beyond risky and dirty but fuck it. You start off leisurely jerking him off waiting for his tip to leak enough precum to use as a lubricant and partially so no one catches you.

Once you feel comfortable you speed up, focusing on his tip and earning a huff from Jisung under you. He decides to keep up appearances and continue his work out. With each sit up came an excuse to moan and the look on his face each time he comes up to your level was almost sinister, something you’ve only seen on stage as he performs. He gets slightly louder wanting to compete with the music and test his limits. Your heart starts racing over it. Then after two more reps he kisses you again before dropping back down.

“One more” he thinks to himself feeling the tension in his lower abdomen build up.

He clenched his teeth, inhales and pulls himself up. The adrenaline of the situation brings him to a high quick and as he comes up from that rep he pulls you into a hug, cumming directly into your hand. He mutters baby into your ear over and over again as he rides it out. Finishing, he pulls away and kisses you repeatedly on the lips.

You moan into his mouth and break the kiss to look him in the eyes. You don’t want to get up for fear of someone seeing a very obvious wet spot on the front of his pants but if you don’t find an empty room right now… then… well..

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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8 drops of poison: Prologue

Pairing: Ateez (OT8) x GN!Reader; Genre: Angst, Fantasy, Vampire AU; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: Ateez are vampires, blood, hints of death; Wordcount: 979

Summary: Vampires have been a story of the past - a myth even - to most of humanity, but not to you. Your family were the peace keepers between vampires and humans for centuries now and everything worked just fine - at least you thought - until they invited you to their castle.

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A/N: Tipsy drabble back in action!!!!!! This drink is created by Nicholas Hamilton on TikTok and I just enjoy his videos and all the new cocktail ideas

Years after hiding from the surface, years after staying as far away as possible from humanity, eight of the highest ranking vampires met with a human representative. Eight of the highest ranking vampires were about to meet you.

The existence of vampires was nearly forgotten after so many years. Accidents were covered up efficiently with animal attacks, missing cases or even serial killers. Humanity only talked about them as creatures of the past, some even saying they were only a myth.

But you knew better. Your family had been the peace keepers over centuries now, making sure any dispute would be resolved immediately. Once you turned eighteen you took over the business and so far it hadn’t been that eventful.

So when you suddenly received the request to meet them, you were more than just surprised. You were stunned and unable to process anything for several minutes. Once it subdued the nervousness set in, spreading through your whole body.

You’ve been shaking ever since. It got even worse when you set foot to the underworld. A world hidden in plain sight of humans, yet nearly nobody ever found the entrance to it. You had looked around before, making sure nobody followed you, but as soon as you entered you felt like a dozen eyes were trained just on you and your every move.

You took a deep breath and stopped in front of the large entrance of the castle in front of you. Your hand quivered as you raised it to knock at the door, but before your knuckles even touched the dark wood the door swung open and revealed a tall handsome man with dark brown hair. He smiled and invited you inside, leading you through the castle hallways.

If you hadn’t been that nervous you might have paid more attention to your surroundings and where you were going, but your nervousness and your mental circuit after seeing that man made it impossible for you to focus.

He led you into a large hall, which reminded you of the throne hall from King Arthur, a round table in the middle of it where seven other men sat, waiting.

“Welcome”, one with red hair said, grinning brightly as he offered you a seat right next to him, “it’s delightful to finally have a face to the name.”

“And such a pretty face as well”, one of them said with a cheeky smile, winking at you when you made eye contact.

“I- uh, thank you for inviting me.” You turned back to the one with red hair, nodding shortly to showcase your gratitude.

He nodded as well, a small smile still playing over his lips, before he introduced himself and the seven other men at the table. “We invited you to make a proposition to you.”

You scooted to the edge of your seat and leaned forward, intrigued by what they had to say. At the same time you felt a cold shiver running down your spine, the eyes on your body just too strong for your little heart. You swallowed thickly, trying to push that sensation to the back of your head. You watched Hongjoong explain their proposition, your eyes trained on his lips, but all you could hear was white noise.

Your eyes switched to the others, seeing how they nodded in approval. A burst of panic ran through your body when all of them stared at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. Your eyes widened and your heart rate shot up, making you even more nervous.

“Excited?” Seonghwa smirked and placed his chin on his hand, tilting his head to one side as he watched your reaction. His gaze dropped to your throat before he locked eyes with you again.

Your mouth felt unusually dry while you slowly but surely drowned in his intense gaze.

“So what do you say?” San asked you, sounding almost nervous. He looked at you pleadingly and before you knew it, you nodded and said yes.

All of them grinned and stood up, surrounding you in your seat. Jongho stepped right in front of you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. He pinched into your cheeks until you opened your mouth.

You felt incredibly small sitting right in front of them, even smaller with all of their hungry eyes on your form. You squirmed in your seat but didn’t move too much from the pressure Jongho had on your jaw.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll hurt yourself”, Mingi whispered into your ear as he leaned down and placed his large hands on your shoulders.

You made a small sound in the back of your throat to show you’d understood. Your eyes flicked around again, landing on Yeosang as he raised his finger to his lips, smirking when he saw your attention on him.

The others followed his movements, all baring their sharp fangs now.

Instead of panicking you watched them with fascination.

Hongjoong was the first to pierce through his skin until he drew blood, moving his finger above your mouth. You followed that movement intently, staring at the little red dot on the tip of his finger until the blood dropped into your mouth.

The seven other members did the same, each of them letting one drop of blood fall into your mouth.

The taste of iron spread over your tongue and for a second you thought whether they just wanted to poison you with these eight drops but you couldn’t feel any malice from them.

Jongho let go of your jaw once you swallowed and stepped back, just like everyone else except for Yunho, who walked in front of you and grabbed your cheeks with his large hands. “Sorry for this”, he said with a pained smile, “we’ll see you in a bit.”

The last thing you heard was a loud crack and then everything turned black.

x | The beginning (Ch.1)

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I think I finally put my finger on why aspects of the Mike/El relationship bother me, and it’s pretty much summed up in this video I watched years ago about the longstanding sci fi trope wherein an utterly naive yet powerful female character meets and ultimately falls for an average Joe male character who must teach her how to human (and also inevitably how to romance).

The video brings up how in almost every one of these stories, there’s a scene where the ingénue, so innocent of social conventions and norms, strips or almost strips off her clothes in front of her later love interest and must be instructed on the proper way to behave. Of course, in most sci fi stories intended for adults, this scene is presented in a titillating manner that is meant to play into hetero male fantasies—but basically the PG version of this scene happens almost immediately upon Mike, Lucas, and Dustin finding El in the woods and bringing her to Mike’s basement: Mike offers El dry clothes and El stands, reaches for the hem of her shirt, and the boys recoil in horror; Mike then teaches El the notion of “privacy” and directs her to the bathroom. I’m not saying this scene was presented in a creepy way—but it is very much part of long tradition related to this trope of establishing very lopsided power dynamics between the main romantic couple of the narrative.

I only remembered that scene when rewatching the video essay just now—at the time, it didn’t strike me anything noteworthy aside from highlighting El’s total lack of socialization. In context of the rest of the show, though, it does inform why the dynamic between El and Mike in season 3 REALLY rubbed me the wrong way. Because narratively, El is so naïve and so lacking in basic communication skills that she and Mike might be similar ages, but El is operating from a place of HUGE disadvantage re: her knowledge and familiarity with human society, norms, agency, language, etc. I don’t want to put too fine a point on it, but Mike’s developmentally a middle schooler, and El’s developmentally a fair bit younger.

(Not blaming Mike in all this... he’s a kid. On top of which, it’s unreasonable to assume a character knows what genre trope they’re in. This is a storytelling decision I’m taking issue with!)

On top of that, the show presents El at the start of the season as incredibly isolated and very much dominated by the two men in her life (who are apparently the ONLY people in her life?), and Hop mentions to Joyce that this has been the state of affairs for months. So for months, El has been totally dependent on Hop and Mike as her windows into the human world—the former a controlling father figure (sorry Hop, but you were such an immature ass that season) and the latter a boy who wants to make out with her. And I gotta say, I really, really did not like that. El’s superpowers do not even scales in this regard—they hold all the cards re: her socialization (other than the TV, I suppose?), and have far too much sway over how she therefore views the world and herself.

(You could argue that her socialization occurs piecemeal off-screen/during the clusterfuck Secret Sister ep, and/or during her months hiding in Hop’s cabin, but... that doesn’t cut it for me.)

Obviously (thank GOD), Max intervenes and plays a major PLATONIC role in El’s growth for the rest of season 3, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that having El involved in any kind of romantic relationship so early in her relative development is… dicey. Obviously, I don’t wanna deny her the agency she does have, and if she wants to date Mike, great. But she’s been fixated on the literal first non-lab boy she’s ever met. And a part of me wanted her to have some space to figure herself out a bit more.

Idk if the move to Cali helped with this, any—but I was kinda relieved at first that she was getting away from Mike and Hop for a while (bc obv Hop wasn’t dead dead). And then s4 happened, and the booster shot I got yesterday is kicking my butt way too much to parse all that.

#mike wheeler #jane hopper #el hopper #what are we calling her on here #eleven #el #dunno if this has been discussed before #i'm newish here #and avoid character tags like the plague #because that's where the drama lives #very open to disagreement!#please make this less creepy for me #Youtube

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two Chapter 34

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 98k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: With another Xiang in the mix, for the first time in history, Pangu decides to reevaluate his methods and his place in the world. Along with taking his little sister Heidi as his last disciple, he also chooses to take the more political path in his efforts to end the discord throughout the land—particularly within Terra. (And gaining favor from the handsome Lord of Ultimos does not hurt.)

Heidi butts heads with everyone in the group, save Raine, and tensions are higher than ever. There are failed love confessions, in-group fighting, and demons from Kira’s past but that all comes to a head when they meet a servant of Shakti who is more than what she seems.

Could it be that the Mistresses of Shadow are more nuanced than previously believed? Or that the strict dichotomy between light and dark are, perhaps, a touch exaggerated? That and more begin to plague Pangu’s mind and his faith wavers…

Full chapter 34 under the cut

Chapter XXXIV:

With the arrowhead behind them and a fire burning in the middle of their circle, Alf read out the letter he would send to Kuniser in the morning. He asked for feedback and any recommendations for adding information. It was a bulky letter, filled with to the brim with information and quite a lot of passion from Alf.

“See, that is a letter requesting an audience right there,” Heidi said, shaking a finger. She also smiled as she looked to Viren, seemingly forgetting that he was not the actual author of the note that called them to Ultimos.

The lord shook his head and switched direction entirely. “After our meeting with Lord Dio, I believe I will take Oli into Agni.”

He had not mentioned anything like it before and Pangu sat up straighter. “What? Why?”

“We talked before about how the lords in Agni could be valuable allies. I think we should attempt to secure both King Raime as well as whoever we can in Agni.”

“But…we can circle back. Together.” Pangu frowned.

Viren did not let his expression stop him from smiling. “Pangu, this will be faster—better in the long run. Besides, creating these ties will be necessary going forward. Just coming to Meala has taught me that I know a frighteningly small amount about this world. If I want my throne back, I need to do better. And that starts, for me, in building a better relationship with Agni.”

It made sense but Pangu still felt a twitch in his heart at the thought of parting again.

Then Baiya spoke, “My sister is in good standing with Lord Phay. I can send you to my family and they will lead you well.”

Viren gave him a grateful nod. “Thank you, Baiya.”

“So, we will go to Kyrie while you and Oli make for Agni,” Raine clarified, “Perhaps we can meet again in Kuniser if Lord Dio is approving.”

“What of Enlil?” Heidi asked, “Do we just let Merra stick her grubby hands all over our land and use them how she pleases?”

“I think Enlil is stronger than she realizes,” Pangu responded. He at least hoped it was the case. “If she struggles with them then we have even more time.”

“If she gets through us at all,” Idris said with his chest puffed.

“Careful, we do not want a war down here,” Alf warned. He had entertained, during several of their campfire meetings, the idea of “surrendering” to Merra but still working against her. It would cost lives of Meala people either way but that way there would be less bloodshed.

People of northern and central Terra knew little of the region anyway so they could still easily hide and host Pangu and his disciples at any time while playing Merra’s game. It was a risky gambit if they were found out but direct refusal could bring genocide.

Alf knew that but Idris liked to imagine their people would win in any war they fought. Heidi would often have to remind him, “You are not even a fighter, Boosha.”

“Urishka, you hurt me.” The man pouted.

Pangu watched them, past the crackling fire, and he felt his chest constrict again. “You know…” he licked over his lips, pausing in his sudden nervousness, “if any of you want out of this…you do not have to come with me. You can do whatever you want…”

“Where is this coming from?” Kira asked with a frown.

“Well…” he shrugged. “I am, technically, no longer Xiang and, likewise, you are not my disciples. Not really. So you have no duty-bound reason to stay. I would not blame anyone for leaving and taking care of themselves.”

Baiya was the first to speak up, grabbing his hand as he did so. “I would not leave you for anything.”

“Yes, you are still Xiang,” Raine seconded, “To me, at least.”

“I am not quitting after all this,” Heidi huffed.

Pangu’s eyes landed on Kira who had not said his piece yet. He watched him and leaned forward, expecting a similar sentiment.

“Pangu,” he finally spoke, a serious glimmer in his eyes, “You practically dragged me into this…there is no way you are getting rid of me now that I am here.”

He chuckled, relieved and happy that they all felt the same.

“Besides,” Kira continued on, “What the fuck else are we supposed to do? I mean, I guess Raine still has a job and Baiya can go back to being a momma’s boy but what would I do?”

Pangu snickered while Baiya tossed a pebble over the fire at him.

A crack, from the wood line, sucked the life out of the group and everyone turned to look at once. The noise was not a noise alone—there was a burst of energy that came through and it was distinct, especially to Pangu.

It was enough to suck the warmth out of his body, replacing his blood with ice and his heart with an impossibly heavy stone, sinking ever deeper into his gut. While everyone else looked around, scanning the perimeter of the woods for the threat, he froze and stared directly toward the source of power.

Slowly, the others followed suit, brandishing their weapons and tensing as the tree branches and shrubs shook, disturbed. Streaks of light emerged before the figure, themselves, made an appearance. Tall, donned in white, and faintly glowing, the intruder stood before them.

A few rogue leaves stuck to their raven black hair and beard but, other than that, they were untarnished. Kira’s eyes narrowed, instantly prepared to fight with Baiya right behind him. Heidi, despite her nerves, was a close third while Raine hoped that some sort of compromised could be reached all while gripping his trident with white knuckles. Viren stepped before Oli, shielding him with an arm while Alf opened and closed his mouth, never having seen the figure before but having quite a visceral idea of who they were.

“Zhu?” Pangu questioned and held up his hands, ready to throw a barrier over them all at a moment’s notice.

The oldest of his teachers smiled and briefly bowed his head. “Yes. I need to speak to you, Pangu.”

“No you don’t,” Kira countered instantly.

“Why are you here?” Heidi asked right after.

Zhu glanced between everyone, eyes sticking with each individual for longer than was comfortable before finally landing on Pangu. “As you can see, I am by myself. Merra knows nothing of this meeting.”

“I do not understand,” Pangu admitted and then shook his head. “Unless you are here to explain this plan of yours that she spoke of…I am not sure there is value in talking to you.”

He let his head hang and sighed. “It pains me to see you so hurt by my presence, Pangu.” When he looked at him again, he frowned. “Please, son, do not make this difficult.”

When his gaze flickered over to the others, Pangu felt his heart lurch into his throat. When it came to fighting, he did not know what Zhu could do, not really, so to challenge him further was dangerous.

With that in mind, he let his arm drop. “Fine. We shall talk.”

The last thing he heard was a muffled call of his name from everyone before he was transported to the tomb in the spirit realm. It felt even more dreadful and empty than the last time he accidently came upon it.

A few feet stayed between him and Zhu while the stone building, confined by ropes and spells, stood as their backdrop. The usual lilac of the sky grew a little darker and there was a rumble like thunder. Pangu did not even realize it stormed in the spirit realm but, he supposed, when he really thought of it, he could not see why it wouldn’t.

That was beside the point, however, and he did not linger on it. His eyes stayed focused on Zhu who had yet to blink. “I can guess what you want to talk about.”

“I am sure you can.”

Pangu frowned and shook his head. “I just do not know why you would come here to talk about it. It does not need to be said. It is obvious.”

“It is,” Zhu agreed, “Obvious, foolish, selfish…”

He flinched when he said the word ‘selfish’. “Everyone is selfish sometimes.”

A bitter smile reached Zhu’s lips and he clasped his hands behind his back. “No. Not everyone. The Xiang is not supposed to be. The Xiang is also not supposed to be a beacon of sin and ruin yet here we stand.”

Pangu bit down on his tongue. His mentor’s words were no longer cordial—there was poison on his teeth.

“You may think I am some evil puppet of Shakti now but I feel a similar disappointment when I think of you and your plans for this world.” He stood his ground. “What Merra told me was terrible and against everything you taught me. I just want to help the people of this world. I believed that was my purpose.”

“Your purpose,” a new voice entered and shook the ground. The sky darkened to a deep violet and streaks of pink electricity shot out in all directions, piercing clouds and striking the ground with a clap. Wind whipped up around them, blowing robes and hair in all directions. A shadow, like a giant in the distance, appeared on the horizon and Pangu took it in with horror.

He had never believed, in all of his life, that they would meet like this. It was supposed to be pleasant, serene even, and deeply enlightening. He was supposed to be filled with light and reverence—he was supposed to be happy right now.

He was supposed to be a lot of things.

“Your purpose,” he repeated with more gravel, his voice like the winds of a hurricane, “was to do as I say.”

Pangu’s insides felt hollow. He gulped and stared at the bust in the sky—at a loss for words.

He was bigger than the mountains in the distance, more defined than the clouds but also less tangible. His skin brought light back to the realm even if the sky around his head and shoulders continued to darken. Black hair, long and smooth, fell somewhere past where Pangu could see as did the length of his beard. A white band tied around his forehead—a much smaller symbol of his godhood than expected. The insignia on the band was difficult to make out despite the size of it since the glow from his skin obscured many of the details on his face.

Really, he looked almost identical to the Heavenly Princes but just larger and more severe. They were made in his image and carried a little piece of him with them so that was to be expected but the extent of their likeness still startled Pangu.

“Tiandi,” he finally said his name.

His eyes widened, bulged. “Do not speak my name so impudently! Bow! Meager yourself before me!”

Pangu could not. He kept standing and just stared.

Of all the stories he had heard of Tiandi, he knew he was a strict God and he had a high standard for manners and demanded respect but he had also always assumed he was like a warm but old-fashioned father. He imagined he would kindly ask him to correct his behavior if it offended him or offer praise for what he did find acceptable.

He did not think he would yell.

His mentors never yelled so why would Tiandi?

“BOW!” Tiandi bellowed and the realm shook, sending Pangu to his knees. When he stayed down there, getting his bearings, Tiandi muttered, “Better.”

Pangu felt the heat of tears prickle his eyes as he looked up. “What brings you here? To speak to me directly?”

That time, his eyebrows furled and the brightness of his skin flared around him, lapping about like flames. “Do not ask questions you know the answer to! You have sullied my name and my image. You have besmirched the title of Xiang for all eternity. You cannot possibly be ignorant of this!”

Zhu stepped closer and looked down at Pangu with an expression that read as sad but it was difficult to tell. He did not especially believe he knew any of them anymore.

“I tried, Pangu,” Zhu said and closed his eyes. “I gave you two chances to save yourself, to redeem your name in Tiandi’s eyes. He wished you dead the moment you chose that Chaaya for a disciple but me and the other Princes worked tirelessly to grant you leeway. And what do you do?”

Pangu tried to rise from his knees but he was frozen in place. A force, from Tiandi, was keeping in the kneeling position. All he could do was turn his head upward to meet his old teacher’s eyes.

“I was honest with myself…” Pangu tried, in vain, to hold back the tears. A few streaked down his face. “I wished to help the people…I have done nothing to help Shakti. I have done nothing to hurt the people…”

“Stop lying!” Zhu raised his voice, shaking Pangu to his core. He sounded like Tiandi now. “You keep saying this was all for the people but you and I AND Tiandi all know that is not true. You told the world you want to lay with men not for their benefit but because you wanted to! You chose your disciples by your feelings alone—one because you found him attractive! Every decision you have made has been selfish and childish! I should have been a better parent to you, I really should have been. I let you get away with far too much and allowed you to become too full of yourself.”

Pangu’s tears fell to the rock under him, some bouncing off and others soaking into the surface right away. He shook, his muscles aching under the strain of his position as well as their desire to flee. But, of course, he still could not.

“Merra will take your place,” Tiandi spoke with a voice that was softer and filled with less anger and more purpose. “We will do our best to erase your existence from the people’s mind and let this failure be a memory only for us so that we do not make the same mistakes again.”

Failure. Erasure. Mistake. Pangu’s vision blurred and his skin chilled. He could not even speak. He suspected Tiandi sealed that ability as well.

“Zhu will take your soul away from this world and I pray to never meet you again.”

Pangu tensed, using all of the energy he had in him to try moving again. He cried out, in his mind, but on the outside he remained quiet and bowed as if in penance.

His eyes focused on his right hand and he collected his energy there, enough to move his index finger. A shot of excitement was quickly followed by a shot of pain.

A sharp slice came first and then a blunt pressure all through his chest spread like wildfire. He was not sure if he was breathing or not before but he knew now that it hurt to. His lungs must have been torn open by the spike of rock jutting through his middle. His heart, too, was smashed.

Pangu kept awareness for an excruciatingly long time. It had to have been minutes where he remained, on his hands and knees, screaming internally but only letting out blood from his mouth. More tears fell from his eyes, joining the splatter of red and the realization blossomed in him just as his consciousness began fading.

He would not be going back.

He did not even get to say goodbye.

***

It had been too long—the sun was already rising. Everyone fanned out, even the villagers as they started to rise for the morning, and they searched the perimeter on the off chance that Pangu had reappeared somewhere farther away.

The disciples and Viren met back at the arrowhead, exhausted and fearful. No one had found him.

“Are they keeping him in the spirit realm?” Raine asked despite knowing that no one knew the answer.

“They can’t,” Baiya replied, not hiding his frustration.

“I’ll kill that bastard when I see him,” Kira grumbled, “I don’t care who he is.”

Viren watched them all with a furrowed brow and a frown. He was not sure if anyone else felt the sinking sensation he did. All he knew was that he could not stomach it much longer.

“Look!” Heidi’s sudden shout, brought with it a spike of energy.

Right where the old man had left from, his form started to take shape again. The sun kissed the back of his white robes as he appeared, arms full of a long roll of fabric. It dipped in his hold and the disciples held their breath.

“Where is Pangu?!” Kira demanded.

“Silence,” Zhu boomed before removing one hand to pull forth the fabric, revealing a body underneath. “If you do not cease your crusade against the Xiang Merra, you will meet his same fate.”

He dropped the body to the ground and there was almost no need to have a closer look but without seeing, with their own eyes, they might not have believed it.

Heidi was the first to scream and Viren covered his mouth, dropping to his knees and trembling. Raine walked slowly forward, his heart pulling down to the depths of his stomach while Baiya collapsed at the side of the corpse. Cries, yells, the calling of his name—“Pangu!”

Kira could not make a sound, however. He could only stare at the lifeless body of his companion. His best friend. What was before him reflected what was within.

A coldness.

A darkness.

An emptiness.

The grief was overwhelming and loud and visceral but it would not wake Pangu. It would not bring him back.

#the xiang chronicles #my novel #my writing

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Mine, his, ours

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader/Porco Galliard x reader/Reiner Braun x reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; gangbang, vaginal and anal sex, oral, cockwarming, creampies, fingering, double and triple penetration.

Summary: Zeke asks you to join him during a meeting with Porco and Reiner, but you never imagined he did so to tease you in front of them.

A/N: Shoutout to @pandorasbox126 for letting me spitball this idea to her 😌 like two weeks ago already but still

The Warriors meetings were usually a private affair, reserved only for its members, but you had just been invited.

It had surprised you when Zeke told you he would like you to come along with him to the meeting later that day. You had been going out with him for over half a year, and you had never been to one. You of course had accepted, excited to get closer to the others.

The building was almost completely cleared up when you arrived. You didn’t think anything odd of it, it was quite late after all. The Warriors had a busy schedule so late night meetings had happened once or twice before if you recalled correctly.

Zeke gives you a smile as you approach, greeting you excitedly. “There you are. Come on, the others are already waiting.” He tells you and throws an arm over your shoulder.

You glance around the empty hallways curiously as he leads you to the meeting room. It’s all pretty plain and clean, you aren’t sure what else you expected.

When you and Zeke stand outside of the door, you stop him from opening it.

“Anything I should know before we enter?” You ask him nervously, glancing up at him.

His hand on your shoulder squeezes you reassuringly. “Remember to relax.”

You nod and enter the meeting room with Zeke. Reiner and Porco are indeed already waiting, sitting on the couch that’s on the left of the big oak table in the middle.

You give them a bright smile and wave. “Hello guys.”

They both greet you back. You notice that even though they are acting nonchalantly like usual, their eyes seem to drift over you eagerly. No way, you think to yourself, you are mistaking.

Zeke pulls out a chair for you on the right side of the table and you happily sit down. He takes a seat next to you, giving you a tiny smile before he turns his attention to the rest of the Warriors.

You suddenly realize that you are missing someone. “Uhm, is Pieck not coming?”

Porco leans his arm over the backrest of the couch. “Nope. She’s not feeling well or something.”

You nod your head. Even they get sick now and then you suppose.

Silence falls over the room before Zeke clears his throat. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Whether we should let Braun be eaten already.” Porco says, a grin on his face.

Reiner shakes his head, crossing his arms. “Shut up, Galliard.”

He looks at you. “We are discussing defense.”

You give Reiner a appreciative smile. Fuck though, you don’t know shit about that.

As the three of them start going over defense tactics and possible adjustments, you start feeling lost. You fiddle with your hands in your lap, grateful that Porco and Reiner can’t see your nerves.

Zeke puts a hand over yours, and you glance at him. He’s continuing their talk, but his fingers stroke over yours. He must have noticed that you were nervous.

You relax under your boyfriend’s touch, and you lean back a bit in your chair. When your fingers stop fiddling he moves his hand away from yours and instead lays it on your thigh.

You swallow as Zeke softly squeezes and strokes over your thigh through your skirt.

Reiner and Porco start arguing about something, and Zeke grabs the opportunity to lean over and whisper in your ear. “I wonder what you’re wearing underneath this.”

His hand slides up your thigh and strokes over your panties. You clench your legs together and give him a shocked look. The others are right there!

Zeke’s smirk speaks volumes. He’s more than aware that they are present.

Your face heats up as his fingers continue to stroke up and down your mount, teasing you to open your legs for him.

Reluctantly, but too curious not to, you spread your legs slightly. Zeke pushes up your skirt till he can reach your panties. Two of his fingers slide over your clothed sex, and you jump slightly in surprise of how far he is actually going.

“Are you okay?”

Your attention is drawn back to Reiner and Porco, who seized their arguing and are looking directly at you.

“Yes! Sorry, I’m just a bit tired I suppose.” You lie.

As their eyes glide over you in an assessing manner, your heart beats rapidly in your chest. It feels so dirty to have them look at you right now, especially as Zeke takes it a step further and sticks his hand into your panties.

You grind your teeth together, doing your best to tuck away any expressions or noises that will give you away.

“So, what’s your conclusion?” Zeke asks, forcing the others back to the subject as his fingers seek out the wetness he just created.

You sigh in relief as both Reiner and Porco lay down a conclusion, which still conflicts with each other. They’ll be busy a bit more, which you’ll need.

Zeke glances at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face as his fingers find your entrance, and after stroking over it a few times, he enters you. Your hands grip onto the edges of your seat as his fingers stretch you out.

You feel embarrassed but at the same time thrilled about doing this so publicly. His fingers move in and out of you slowly and he draws his fingertips exactly against the spots he knows you like.

Reiner gives up and settles, bringing his and Porco’s argument to an end. Your walls clench around Zeke’s fingers when both look at you again. You avoid making eye contact. Gods, it’s so embarrassing to admit, but you’re scared you may cum if you do.

You had found Reiner and Porco attractive since the first time you had met the Warriors, so their gazes definitely have you heated.

Zeke’s fingers speed up and you grab onto his arm in response. He’s going too fast, doing too much, you won’t be able to keep quiet if he goes on.

You squeeze his arm tightly, but he pays it no attention. He chats on like nothings going on, the only thing betraying him the bulge in his pants that only you can see.

A soft moan slips from your lips when he starts curling his fingers inside of you, right against the spot that always has you cumming. You quickly cough to cover it up, but as you catch a glimpse of Reiner’s and Porco’s faces, you realize you might be busted.

You glance desperately at Zeke and tug at his sleeve. You are so close to cumming, he really needs to stop.

“Uhh Z-zeke? Sorry to interrupt but I forgot something at home, it’s pretty important.” You say and do your best to keep your voice steady.

It didn’t sound convincing at all, and Zeke shrugs it off. “I’m sure it’s fine, the meeting’s almost over.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, his fingers still moving inside you without remorse. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Focus, you tell yourself. You have to focus on not cumming.

When you glance around the room, your gaze accidentally meets Reiner’s. There’s a clear flush around his nose and cheeks, and the dark look of lust in his eyes confirms that he knows what you are doing. Seeing him like that pushes you over the edge, and you gasp as you cum around Zeke’s fingers.

You grab and claw at Zeke’s sleeve, still trying to cover your actions but tiny moans pathetically spill from your lips.

When realizing that you were still looking at Reiner while you came, you quickly avert your eyes to the floor. Your body feels like it’s on fire, a potent mix of embarrassment and lust setting it ablaze.

Even as you hear them say your name, you don’t dare look up. How can you face Reiner and Porco after this?!

Zeke’s hand leaves your panties and he grabs your face with the other. He takes in your flustered expression with a smile.

You can’t believe your eyes when he leisurely licks off his fingers, groaning at the taste of you.

You glance at the others in absolute shock, finding them both with lust-stricken smiles themselves.

“You did good, baby.” Zeke tells you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“I-I don’t understand.” You tell Zeke and then turn to the other two. “I’m really sorry, I don’t- I never- I-“. You have no clue how you can correct this.

Porco chuckles at your embarrassed rambling. “You really should’ve told her beforehand, Yeager.”

You look at Zeke again, who gives him a casual shrug. “It’s more fun this way.”

Zeke cups your face again. “They knew they were getting a little show, that’s why they came.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you process what he just said. Reiner and Porco came so they could watch... you? Your fantasies are coming true in a way you never thought they would.

“And quite a show it was.” Porco says and Zeke let’s go of your face so you can look at him. Porco’s palming his erection through his pants eagerly, his eyes never leaving your form.

You can barely believe this is happening.

Zeke strokes over your arm lovingly. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

His gaze shows he’s sure of what he’s asking, prompting you to go along with it. Though the situation has you rattling with nerves, you want to do this, and who knows if you would ever get a chance like this again.

You stand up and stand next to the table, your front in full display to Reiner and Porco while your backside is visible for Zeke.

You slowly undress, taking off your shoes, your sweater and skirt. Embarrassment creeps up your skin as you feel exposed before them, but Reiner and Porco embolden you with their entranced gazes.

Porco takes his cock into his hand when you take off your underwear, stroking it faster the more skin you reveal.

When you are completely naked, you glance at Zeke. He waves his hand, urging you to move towards Porco with a casual smile.

You go over to Porco, who grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, showing you a toothy smile. A mewl leaves your mouth as he places your back against his chest and spreads your legs, sliding his cock through your wetness.

Across the table, Zeke lights a cigarette, watching the scene unfold as he leans back.

“You know, I couldn’t believe it when he offered to share, but I’m glad he did.” Porco pants into your ear, his cock poking at your entrance. “I’ve wanted to know what you feel like for way too long.”

His arms hook themselves under your knees, assuring that you are on full display for Zeke to see as he slides his length into your cunt. You moan loudly when he bottoms out inside of you, your walls eagerly sucking him in.

Porco bites your neck softly when he starts fucking up into you, sucking and nibbling at the skin till you are sure he has left a mark. Zeke watches you with a small grin and you feel a shiver run over your body at the dirtiness of it all.

After Porco has been thrusting into you for a bit, Reiner speaks up. “Bend her towards me.”

Porco groans but does it nonetheless, letting go of your legs so he can position you on all fours, facing Reiner instead. You moan when Porco reenters you, his hands finding your waist and grabbing it harshly as Reiner strokes your cheek.

Reiner’s face is still flushed with lust, and as he presses his cock against your lips you happily open up for him. You moan around his cock, taking it as deep as you can without choking as Porco continues fucking you, causing your body to rock forward.

Reiner groans your name, his hands finding your hair and pulling it lightly as you suck his cock. The head soon starts hitting the back of your throat as Porco’s hard thrusts cause you to fall forward onto Reiner over and over again.

Your scream is silenced on Reiner’s cock when you cum again. It feels foreign but amazing to cum around Porco, but he pulls out almost immediately when you do. You realize why when you feel his hot seed spurt onto your ass and back.

Zeke laughs and Reiner pulls you off of his cock with a pop. He slides his cock over your lips and cheeks messily before backing off.

“Almost forgot the number one rule there, Galliard.” Zeke says and tsks at him disappointingly.

Porco groans and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect her to cum, shit.”

You can hear how ragged his breathing is and you can’t help but feel proud that you took him by surprise.

“What’s the number one rule?” You ask when you find your voice.

Reiner lifts you up and drags you onto his lap, once again making you face Zeke. Your eyes roll back when Reiner slides his thick cock into you, but unlike Porco he doesn’t move.

Zeke eyes sparkle with lust and amusement as he speaks. “They can’t cum inside your cunt. I’m a generous man but that I won’t share in.”

You smile through your strained panting. You’re glad that Zeke is possessive of you in that way.

Reiner shifts slightly, causing his cock to drag against your walls. You bite your lip and he groans behind you, his hands finding your breasts.

Porco and Zeke start shedding their clothing as Reiner keeps you on his cock, playing with your breasts. You cry out his name when he tugs at your nipples and you feel his cock twitch inside of you in response.

Reiner pants your name heavily into your ear. “I heard you and Zeke, night in night out, and it made me wonder how one little girl could draw so much noise from him.”

He rolls your nipples between his fingers, making you cry out excitedly.

“Now I know how.”

You try to move on his cock, eager for more, but Reiner keeps you still.

Zeke leans against the table in front of you, stroking his cock with a grin on his face while he watches you. You already look like a wreck, and the main event hasn’t even started.

He calls out your name, causing you to look slightly more focused. “Don’t you think it’s unfair to keep one of us waiting the whole time?”

Pushing away from the table, he walks over to you. You moan loudly as he presses down on your shoulder, pressing you down harder onto Reiner’s length.

“I’m confident my little slut can please us better, can’t she?”

You nod your head desperately. Fuck, you are so sensitive after cumming twice already and you would do anything to get off again.

“Good girl.” Zeke says, lifting his hand from your shoulder and giving your forehead a quick peck.

He motions at Porco and Reiner to get up. You whine in protest when Reiner lifts you and slides his cock out of you, making you stand up with him.

Zeke lays down onto the couch, giving you a smirk before he pulls you onto him by your hand. You straddle him eagerly, grateful for the lush couch this room has.

Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in an O when Zeke slides his cock into your slick cunt, your arousal coating part of your ass and thighs already from all the activity, making his entrance easy.

His hands find your ass, and your eyes open in shock when he spreads your cheeks. Are they going to?..

“Ssshhh.” He reassures you. “Breath in and relax, just like we’ve done before.”

Reiner settles behind you, having coated his cock in a generous amount of lube to make it go as smoothly as possible. You suck in a breath when you feel him position his cock at your tight hole and you grab onto Zeke’s shoulder in preparation.

Curses fall from Reiner’s mouth as he pushes into your ass, slowly spreading you out on his length. Your nails dig into Zeke’s shoulders till Reiner has completely bottomed out and you take a deep breath.

You feel so full, both of theirs cock stuffed inside you and sandwiched between their bodies. You let out a shaky moan, both of them biting back groans as well.

Reiner kisses the back of your neck comfortingly as he holds still inside of you. Zeke on the other hand, drags his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in with an impatient look on his face.

You scream out in pleasure and squeeze hard around both of their cocks.

“Fuck, that’s what I like to see.” Zeke says as you shake slightly on top of him.

He’s such a bastard, but he knows exactly what you like.

Encouraged by Zeke, Reiner thrusts into your ass experimentally. When you moan out and his cock slides in and out with ease, he starts thrusting harder, matching his pace with Zeke’s.

Your mind is growing more and more fogged, so much pleasure coursing through you all at once. When Porco grabs you by your hair and forces your head to the side, you look up at him with watery eyes.

Porco chuckles and slides his cock against your lips, smearing your combined juices from before over them. You mewl and open your mouth for him obediently.

Knowing that you can’t focus on moving it yourself while getting fucked in both holes, he holds your head still and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Fuck you look so hot.”

Zeke and Reiner continue to thrust into you, their paces starting to differ as each starts rutting away in pleasure. Your desire for all three of them is so high that you don’t protest in the slightest even as Porco starts fucking your throat roughly, his pelvis bumping against your nose with every thrust.

Reiner sputters out incoherent words as his hips slam harder against your ass, his cock twitching wildly inside of you. He’s close, and to ensure his friend feels you squeeze around him one more time, Zeke brings one hand down to your clit.

You want to move away from Zeke’s fingers, all of it becoming too much, but you have nowhere to back off to. When you thrash you only pierce yourself further onto one of their cocks.

“Fuck! Ah- God- Wait!” You try to say, but Porco’s cock muffles you. If you cum now you feel that you won’t stop till they pull out.

Nobody hears your pleas, and soon Zeke’s fingers reach their goal. You scream out around Porco’s cock as your holes clench wildly around the ones inside of you.

With a last stutter and a cry of your name, Reiner cums in your ass. You tremble from your own orgasm as he continues fucking his load into you.

“Shit, you’re still cumming huh?” Zeke says teasingly as he thrusts up into your cunt.

You wouldn’t be able to say anything even if Porco’s cock wasn’t down your throat. You moan and cry out with abandon and he groans at the vibrations it creates on his cock. His hand in your hair tightens as he reaches his own end.

Just as Zeke halts his thrusting and cums, Porco does as well. You swallow down the robes of cum Porco shoots down your throat while Zeke stuffs your cunt with his.

When Porco pulls out, cum drips from your mouth, making an even worse mess.

Zeke and Reiner continue lazily fucking their seed into you, but your body is too exhausted to keep up anymore. Your cunt throbs from cumming so much and you don’t even care about the cum that’s on your face.

Reiner catches you just in time when you fall forward, your arms giving out.

“I think she’s done for today.” He says with a chuckle.

For today? You want to question whether this is a regular thing now, but your throat is too sore from screaming and sucking.

Reiner holds you against him as he lifts you off of his and Zeke’s cocks. Cum flows out freely from your holes, leaving a mess behind on the couch.

Zeke scoots over and Reiner lays you down on the couch, half on top of Zeke. You cuddle into his form, so warm and comforting. Your eyelids feel heavy as you pant out your excitement.

Zeke strokes your hair off of your forehead. “At least tell them thank you.” He tells you smugly.

You glance at Porco and Reiner, both looking at you with desire in their eyes. You would feel flushed if you weren’t heated as hell already. “T-thank you.”

Porco grins. “No thank you, but next time I’m getting-” Reiner puts up his hand to silence him.

“Don’t say anything about a next time.”

Reiner smiles. “Zeke likes for it to be a surprise after all.”

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beom1e · 2 years

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lonely hearts chapter 38 | seeking

genre drama, fantasy. warnings mention of serial killers, use of magic. wc 893. author’s note i don’t speak latin so italic is latin!

the grey sky and dark clouds certainly matched your mood. all day, the only thing on your mind was breaking the spell. you were overthinking every tiny detail and creating an endless list of things that might go wrong, so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed when your shift came to an end. and then you only worried more.

the walk to the meeting place was the worst of it all. putting aside the fact that it was an abandoned storage unit in the middle of nowhere, you couldn’t help but to wonder what was going to happen to you and them and your relationship with each of them.

you reached for the handle at the bottom of the garage door and pulled it up with all of your strength. it slipped from your grasp as it shot up towards the ceiling and crashed loudly when it stopped. you winced, hoping there wasn’t a serial killer hiding out in a neighbouring storage unit like something straight out of ‘you’.

the inside of the unit was empty but noticeably dirty, so you tried not to look too hard before pulling out your phone to share your location. as you waited, you reached into your bag and grabbed the book that had previously been ruined by all your note-taking. you flipped through the book frantically to find the spell, and began practicing it in your head as many times as you could.

‘hello?’ the sound made you jump and slam your book closed, but it was only soobin ducking under the door. ‘am i the first one?’

‘looks like it,’ you awkwardly hummed. ‘always a punctual leader.’

‘i’m not their leader anymore,’ he jumped to defend himself.

the two of you fell into an awkward length of silence. you stood rocking back and forth on your heels and tightly clutching the book, until you heard two voices just outside. the voices were angry, which could only mean one thing.

‘what’s going on?’ you ducked as you came outside, followed by soobin. yeonjun and beomgyu exchanged looks before looking back at soobin and then at you. ‘don’t get it twisted, chois.’

you turned away from the three boys and headed back under the door, with them following close behind.

‘well, isn’t this nice?’ yeonjun joked, examining the small room.

‘i had to find somewhere safe,’ you shrugged, dropping your book back into your bag. it was only minutes later when taehyun and kai arrived together, acting much more friendly with each other than yeonjun and beomgyu had. ‘finally, you’re here.’

you gestured for them to come in and reached to pull down the door, cutting off most of the sunlight. taehyun eyed you before leaning closer until his lips were just beside your ear.

‘you look pretty,’ he whispered, before simply walking past you to stand in between soobin and kai. your eyes widened but you quickly played it off to avoid any further falling-outs.

‘well,’ you cleared your throat. ‘obviously you’re all very confused and probably annoyed, so i’m just going to get straight to it.’

you reached back into your bag to pull out the book, only to be met with the familiar canvas material and nothing else. in a state of panic, you pulled your bag off your arm and looked directly into it, but there was nothing inside except material.

‘you looking for this, y/n?’ a voice spoke from behind you, stepping out in front of you and waving the book in front of your face. ‘you can’t beat me at my own game.’

‘i don’t need the book,’ you stepped away from her. ‘those who i sought, sought me out too, but—’

‘but what?’ nabi stepped closer, a twisted smile on her lips. ‘you should have practiced.’

the boys looked around at each other, sharing their confusion. but yeonjun decided to do something about it, snatching the book from nabi’s hand and tossing it towards you. with one single movement of her hand, he was sent back a few metres before falling hard against the ground. your hands began to shake but you flipped open to the right page and continued.

‘those who i sought, sought me out too,’ you rushed out. ‘now that i am no longer seeking—’

shock cut you off as a line of bright white light shot up from the book and through the roof of the building. nabi took the chance to swish her hand once again and catch the book that came flying towards her, forcing it to close and stop the spell.

‘are you stupid?’ she laughed. ‘i thought you didn’t want to be a witch. have you changed your mind?’

‘i would never choose to be like you,’ you shot back. ‘those who i sought, sought me out too! now that i am no longer seeking them, i wish for them to stop seeking me too!’

you watched as the book dropped to the ground at an impossible speed and flipped open to your desired page, before the light began to shoot upwards once more. the room filled with white light, forcing everyone to squeeze their eyes shut for the sake of their vision. a loud ringing sound followed for only a few seconds before the light cut off. your vision remained blurred, making it impossible for you to make out your surroundings.

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Leaving a mark on me | Yuta | 18+

Gif by @yutaslaugh

☆ Pairing: Yuta x Female reader

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 1.4 K

☆ Warnings: Dom!Yuta, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), cursing, mentions of ghosting, some alcohol consumption, just pwp as always.

☆ Prompt: They say that short encounters are the ones that leave the most lasting marks on us, and I am sure of that...

One day like any other, a few months ago, I received a notification on my social media, it was a DM from Yuta, a foreign acquaintance that I had met years ago through mutual friends.

I always found him too attractive, he had a body with toned muscles and some tattoos, just as I like men, he was tall, with long hair and a beautiful, flirtatious smile, he had a mysterious and very masculine appearance, attributes that would make more than one woman drool. However, we never had the opportunity to get along more personally.

During our fortuitous encounters, surrounded by friends, our eyes would meet mischievously, but I never managed to determine if it was for real or just my imagination, since Yuta never really approached me. Besides, we both had our respective partners, a situation that distanced us even more.

His message.

Imagine my surprise when I received Yuta's message! At that moment, I couldn't assimilate what the actual fuck was happening. We had known each other for years without any closeness, and now he was openly flirting with me, taking the initiative and showing me interest.

It'd been a platonic love for a long time, and now it was happening. It was real!

I didn't hesitate twice before accepting his invitation to go out for a drink. My hands were shaking and sweating as I responded to his message, my mind kept coming up with possible scenarios, and it was as if my clit was screaming: "Yeah, I want him!".

Has it ever happened to you that you want someone so badly, but you think it will never be possible? Well, Yuta was my impossible.

That night I was so excited and aroused by the "what ifs", that I inevitably masturbated thinking about him as I had done so many times before.

The date.

The day of our first date, it took me the whole day to get ready, think about what to wear, and be prepared for the hottest situations. I even bought sexy lace lingerie to seduce him.

We met at a bar near my place. Nervously, I walked towards him who looked so, so fucking sexy, with his dress shirt lining his biceps. I knew Yuta dressed up for me, as he usually dresses cooler and sportier.

Everything flowed at ease. The conversation was interesting, with no awkward silences, we shared about ourselves and got to know each other better.

In between one or another glass of wine, we were already sitting way closer, the physical contact increased and the desire as well. I was looking at his lips, and all I could think about was jumping in and giving him a passionate kiss, one of those hot and wet ones that always work as a preamble. But, you won't believe it... that night nothing else happened!

I didn't know if it was chivalry or lack of interest, because I was sure I was clear that I liked him enough to take things to the next level, and I thought that based on his body reactions, he liked me too.

The second time's the charm.

I was so close to fulfilling my fantasy with Yuta that I refused to give up.

The following week I was the one who took the initiative to ask him out, and he immediately accepted. This time I wouldn't let him get away, I had fantasized so much about fucking him that it wasn't going to let it be just in my mind anymore.

We met that night at a fancy restaurant, had dinner and drinks. I don't know if we were both going with the same intentions, but the sexual tension became so strong and obvious that just staring at each other was overwhelming.

We were in the middle of the street when Yuta confessed that he'd always liked me. I smiled at him, blush creeping on my cheeks, and told him that I liked him back.

After a few seconds of staring into each other's eyes in silence, I took the risk and began to kiss him hard, he grabbed my waist tightly and made the kiss more passionate and slower. I immediately felt my wetness, I was very turned on, my legs were trembling and my heart was racing.

When we realized that people passing by were staring at us, we pulled apart, but we were way too horny to stop, so he invited me to his place.

An unforgettable night.

We arrived in a matter of minutes. At the entrance, he grabbed my arm, pulled me close to him, and carried me in his arms to continue kissing me, whispering in my ear how hard I was making him and how hard he would fuck me, that I couldn't wait anymore.

We ran to his room and started to undress each other. He took off my dress and I took off his shirt to see his perfect abdomen adorned by a beautiful butterfly tattoo, I pushed him onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants, and then yanked them off, so we were only in our underwear.

I knelt down to tease him with my tongue through his briefs. I felt his cock wet and hard, very hard. I was running my tongue up and down him slowly while raising my eyes to watch his gestures, but I was the one who couldn't wait anymore, so I slid my hand to finally pull his cock out, put it in my mouth and suck him like it was my favorite lollipop.

What a surprise I got, he had the most delicious, biggest, thickest, pinkest, and veiniest cock I had ever seen in my life.

I was so excited, that I just wanted to swallow that perfect prototype of a cock, so I started giving him head while with my other hand I caressed my folds, spreading my wetness all over my cunt.

When he saw me, he lifted me up and put me on all fours, right on the edge of the bed. He didn't think my lubrication was enough, so he spitted on his hand, pulled my thong off, ran it all over my soaking wet pussy, and then started to thrust into me.

He put the tip in first, afraid of hurting me, but I was so horny that I asked him to do it without mercy.

Yuta grabbed my arms from behind so he could dominate me easily, and I was already loving his aggressiveness. He began pounding on me hard and I screamed out of pleasure, then with one hand he was grabbing my arms, and with the other, he squeezed my neck. He was also moaning so sexily that I even tried not to make too much noise just to hear him and get even more turned on.

After several minutes, Yuta turned me over to face him, stood me up, carried me and I hooked my legs around his waist, and he began to thrust into me standing up. He was so strong that was able to do it too easily.

Three! I had three orgasms in a row before he managed to cum for the first time. We were in ecstasy, overwhelmed with pleasure, even the drunkenness was gone, but I still wanted more of him.

We rested for a prudent time before starting again, and I can't even say what we did because the pleasure engulfed me to such an extent that I lost consciousness.

I never saw him again.

Three fucks in less than 2 hours, it was delicious, unbeatable. There was no romance in there, the whole scenario was perfect for the rawest and wildest sex ever. I didn't expect anything less from Yuta.

That early morning we said goodbye, like two good friends, with giant smiles on our faces. I arrived home still on cloud nine, longing to do it again: in other places, other positions, for longer and maybe with a third person. But Yuta just disappeared from my life, he never messaged me again since that sinful night. In social media, he still exists, but far away from me.

I don't know what happened, I never understood the reasons for his attitude, and my head was killing me looking for excuses to contact him again, but I didn't do it, I have my pride.

Had it been a bad fuck? No, I know how good I am in bed, and he was very explicit in showing me how much he enjoyed it.

Yuta will have to remain as just one more anecdote, one that proves that ephemeral things can leave a lasting mark on you...

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Chosen (Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Creature! Park Seonghwa × Human! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Sci-Fi/Fantasy AU.

Summary: Symbolizing purity, innocence, and daintiness, the Daughters of Aster had been hand-picked since a young age to be brought up and raised for a very special task: to carry the offspring of the nobility in the kingdom, which just so happens to consist of cold-blooded humanoid creatures. And now that she's become of age, it's Y/N's turn to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Tentai content including tentacle bondage, tentacle sucking, breast play, suction play, breeding kink, penetration with tentacles, multiple orgasms, semi voyeurism, reader is a virgin and Seonghwa is whipped for her, mentions of eggs, and stomach bulges. (It's my first time writing actual tentacle smut so I apologize if it sucks.)

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Gulping harshly as she pressed a hand to open the large, metal gate that guarded the huge mansion, the young woman hesitantly stepped inside the spacious and grim-looking garden. Underestimating the weight of the gate, she softly jolted back when it suddenly slipped out of her grasp and clashed back into place. She winced momentarily when the loud noise seemed to resonate, spooking several of the small critters and ravens that roamed around the small terrain. Glancing back, she half expected an old groundskeeper to swoop out of one of the trees and chastise her reckless behavior. But nothing surrounded the area except the foliage, trees, and rose bushes that added to the beauty of the grand estate.

Gathering back her courage, the quaint young woman took slow and careful steps across the small dirt path that led straight to the front stairs of the mansion. It was a somewhat terrifying architectural design, reminiscent of the old gothic-styled cathedrals from ancient times, not at all fashioned after the pompous and outlandish French designs most of the other members of the aristocracy preferred. The gray stone walls made the place seem cold and distant, the hardly lit windows signaled that it was probably rarely inhabited, and the black ravens perched on the top of the sculpted angel monuments lined up through the staircase only made the sensation feel more haunting and chilly.

Finally, in front of the main entrance, she hesitated as her fingers brushed along the round metal door handle. She felt frozen with fear as she realized there was no returning after all. This was the moment she had been prepared for her entire life. In a few moments, she was about to meet.....

Her master.

Just that thought sent shivers down her spine. She did not wish to ponder too much on the various horror stories she often heard back in the institute, nor imagine what kind of life she would live now as a surrogate to one of...their kind.

In the very moment she lifted her hand once again, she took a jerked back when the door seemingly opened by itself, a young maid looking surprised to see her standing there. Upon inspecting her attire and recognizing the crest that held her dark blue cloak in place, the maid's expression beamed with joy.

"Oh! You must be Miss Y/N correct?"

Nodding her head and affirming it was indeed she, Y/N felt puzzled when the tiny maid practically yanked her inside, albeit not intended to harm her, she simply seemed excited about her presence, which frankly made no sense to her. It was not as if surrogates were treated with kindness let alone respect. When her hands reached up towards her neck, the young woman was quick to stop her.

"Oh please! Let me do that for you."

Although she was not particularly fond of people coming up so close in her personal space, she maintained a calm demeanor whilst the maid removed the long cloak off her frame, delicate hands folding it perfectly and tucking it under her arm.

"I'll have this cleaned and ironed out for you Miss before taking it back to your room. You must be famished after coming here after such a long journey." She paused briefly and examined Y/N's complexion, which seemed rather pale and depleted, making her pout rather sadly at the state their new guest was in.

"If you would like, I can ask the cook to prepare a meal for you. Do tell, what is your favorite dish?"

Y/N waved a dismissive hand at the kind lady's offer.

"Please, do not trouble yourself. I am not the least bit hungry." Indeed, it was not a lie. She was overly anxious and uneasy that she did not believe it to be possible to even fathom stomaching any sort of sustenance at that moment.

"If you do not mind and if it is allowed... I would much prefer to retire for the evening." Y/N humbly requested.

Nodding with the understanding that the new company was weary, the young maid took hold of a golden bell tied around her waist and proceeded to ring it moderately. In mere seconds, a tall sharply dressed gentleman came up and bowed towards her.

"Cedric would you please escort Miss Y/N to her room?"

Gesturing for her to follow, the butler guided her up the flight of stairs into the second story of the house. Passing through a long corridor, Y/N glanced now and then at the outside patio through the windows that overlooked the gardens. They were much larger than what she initially thought, and the longer she looked, the denser the trees seemed to appear. She was so distracted by the scenery that she nearly collided face-first into the poor butler's back had he not spoken up first and made her steps come into a screeching halt.

"This will be your room from now on miss." Producing a string of keys out of his pocket, Cedric unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, stepping inside to make room for Y/N to pass.

Her breath was nearly taken away by the sheer size of the room. It was double the size of the old living space she used to share with 6 other girls back in the institute and was furnished with more than what she'd ever need. The decor too seemed like something more befitting for someone of the family than for someone of her station.

"If there is anything the matter with the decor or should you prefer a different pattern, you may simply speak the word and the Master shall arrange for the room to be modified as you like."

At the mention of the Master, Y/N felt that nerve-racking tingle travels down her body once again.

"Shall you need any assistance, please feel free to ring the bell attached by your bed and one of us will be more than happy to aid you?" Reaching for the door handle, Cedric bid her good night before closing the door to leave her to her thoughts.

Still feeling cold from the long walk, Y/N stepped closer to the fireplace, outstretching her hands in hopes of warming them up. She was grateful that although not expecting her early, they had prepared a nice fire to warm up her room. After getting filled with the heat, Y/N went over to one of the dressers so that she could change into her night attire. Upon opening the many drawers, she was shocked at not finding any of her old clothes, instead, there was an abundance of luxurious clothing which she did not recognize. Storming over to the large wardrobe, she too found that none of her personal belongings had been delivered, they seemed to have all been replaced with new apparel. Knowing that she had no choice, she went back to the first dresser that she had looked in before and rummaged through to find the plainest and simple nightgown she could find. Reaching for the row of buttons training down the middle of her blouse, she undid them one by one with utter care before slipping it off her body, letting the garment fall on the floor. Running the zipper down, her long and flowing skirt joined her blouse, one foot delicately kicking them away for the time being. Standing there in nothing but her undergarments made Y/N suddenly feel apprehensive. She carefully looked around the room again, feeling the strange sensation that someone was watching her. Shaking that thought out of her head, she quickly threw the nightgown over her head and finished dressing. The fabric was soft to the touch and it didn't scratch against her delicate skin, but the most surprising factor was that it fit like a glove on her body. It made her wonder if perhaps they had prepared it in advance or it was merely a coincidence.

Picking up her discarded clothes, she neatly placed them on the table near her, slightly folding them and smoothing them over. Going over to the bed, she pulled back the covers before sliding her body onto the mattress and covering herself. She couldn't help the small blissful sigh coming out of her mouth as her sore limbs welcomed the soft and comfortable bed, the pillow feeling like a fluffy cloud. As she laid there, she began to reminisce about all the events that led up to that very moment, or more specifically, that very morning during the Auctioning.

Hearing the loud applause coming from the other end of the room, Y/N tried to calm her nerves, knowing she was the next one in line to face the crowd. As soon as she took one step forward, she was stopped by none other than the Head of the Institute, who took hold of her wrist and looked at the girl behind her.

"Abigail, you go next. Y/N, you're coming with me."

Without so much as a further explanation, Y/N found herself dragged away from the waiting room where her fellow inmates also looked at each other in confusion at the sudden interruption. Y/N wanted to speak up and ask what was happening, was she not to be auctioned off to one of the many noble families? The old woman of course knew all the questions Y/N had, but she didn't say a word until they were outside in the front of the building, where there was a carriage awaiting her.

"Your personal belongings have already been sent out to your new home. We've received word to have you delivered as soon as possible." Even with that brief explanation, Y/N still didn't understand anything. Noticing her distressed state, the Headmistress sighed softly.

"Y/N, you are not to be auctioned off like the rest of the girls. Someone has already purchased you many months back, but it seems they accidentally forgot it and thus added you to the lineup. Luckily, I managed to find you before you stood up on that platform. Certainly avoided a disaster." The old woman chuckled, yet that did not relieve Y/N's worries.

What did she mean someone had already bought her? Who were they? Where was she sold off to?

Unfortunately, none of those questions were answered, instead, she found herself being pushed inside the carriage and speedily taken away to an unfamiliar side of the country that she had never seen before, away to who knew where until she ended up right in the place she was currently in.

Drowsy and tear-filled eyes eventually closed even whilst remembering the events of the day. Y/N knew she was more than likely lucid dreaming as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She didn't feel fully unaware of her surroundings though, and perhaps it was that skeptical feeling that kept her on edge and guarded against anything around her. It especially came into help when she seemingly felt something stroke her cheek, gliding down to caress the outline of her jaw. At first, she believed it was nothing more than her imagination, but when she felt a thumb running across her bottom lip, she opened her eyes, screaming and sitting up when she saw a dark figure standing right in front of her. He was started himself by her outburst, immediately retracting his hand when he witnessed how agitated his innocent act had made her.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't mean to frighten you." His voice was soothing and low, clearly intended so that she'd calm down.

"Would you mind if I..." His gesture indicated that he wanted permission to come near her again, which she felt like she had no choice but to give.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the handsome stranger reached out and cupped the sides of her face, moving it slowly to the left and then towards the right, eyes drinking up every detail of her countenance.

"My God, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you tending to the gardens in that place."

Hearing those words made Y/N widen her eyes. How did he know about that? Unless...

"Are... Are you my new master?" She couldn't even believe it.

The young man giggled softly.

"If you don't mind, I would much rather prefer if you called me by my name, Seonghwa." He introduced himself. Y/N briefly nodded, but obviously, it wasn't enough for him as he leaned in close, nose nearly bumping into her own.

"Please say it." He urged her to.

"Seonghwa." She breathed out his name, to which he let out a gentle smile as one of his hands moved to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Once again, I apologize for startling you, my dear. I just got impatient and couldn't resist myself. I just had to see you." He confessed before getting up out of her space.

"You must be tired so I'll leave you be now. Get some rest love and I'll see you in the morning."

Y/N expected him to walk towards the same door she had come inside from, but she looked with astonishment as Seonghwa went over towards another door which she had mistakenly assumed to be her bathroom, and opened it up.

"My room adjoins to yours, so if you ever want to come and see me, I'm just a knock away." He fought hard to not laugh at her flustered expression, whispering out another good night before retreating into his chambers.

Y/N released a breath she didn't know she was holding. So far her new master looked...normal? Nothing at all like what she expected from the many tales that roamed back at the institute. Seonghwa was nothing that she expected, exceptionally beautiful, poised, kind, and gallant. But she knew she could not be fooled by his charming manners, after all, none of the members of the aristocracy were actual humans...

And it was only a matter of time before she figured out what sort of monster Seonghwa was.

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Y/N tried to steady her heartbeat as Seonghwa drew closer to her, lips brushing against her own. Although this was the exact moment she had been prepared all her life for, she still felt a tinge of nervousness as she felt Seonghwa's hands clasp around her waist, his body, which was all bare save for the briefs between his thighs, pressing against her own.

"Tell me, my dear has anyone ever kissed you before?" He smiled when she shook her head.

"May I kiss you?" His inquiry sounded so sweet and pure that Y/N didn't think twice about lifting her face and closing her eyes.

Seonghwa's lips were soft, reminding her of the soft petals belonging to the different roses in the gardens outside, precious little buds that she had been granted permission to take care of in the month she had been living with him. He had never once denied her anything and had been very attentive to her every need. And now as he tenderly kissed her, pouring his heart into the loving kiss, Y/N wondered if this is what love felt like, that foreign emotion that she'd often hear spoken about yet always been told it would never be something she or any of the other girls at the Institute would ever experience. She didn't know, but she knew that she enjoyed whatever this was, this feeling of Seonghwa's lips closing over hers, only to pull away and then dive back in, each minute that passed enabling his kissing to become more ardent and passionate. It was truly breathtaking for her, as she'd often find herself gasping for air each time his lips would pull apart from her mouth.

Starting at the corners of her lips, Seonghwa began pressing butterfly kisses down towards her jaw. Y/N's breath hitched, neck tilting back when she felt him nibbling against her skin. It seemed as if he knew exactly where to direct his attention towards, her sharp breaths an indication that she was warming up to his touches. Releasing one hand off her face, he moved it down until his fingers brushed against her collarbone, treading dangerously close to her covered bosoms.

"Now tell me, love has anyone ever touched you here?"

As if on instinct, Y/N arched her back towards his palms when they lightly squeezed at her pillowy mounds, a light, and embarrassed moan being uttered by her for the first time in her life.

"N-no, no one's ever touched me there." Her shy confession made him smirk as he then dropped his hand down to lift her flimsy nightgown.

"What about here? Has anyone touched here?"

Cupping her sex, he found it warm and inviting, his body aching to be inside of her, to fill her up and breed her as he wanted to. He didn't need her to answer, just her mouth going agape and emitting the cutest whimpers he had ever heard was enough of an answer.

"No of course not. You're pure and completely untouched by anyone else....." When she felt his fingers slide across her wettened folds, her hands reached out and gripped against his biceps, using them to keep herself steady as they continued exploring her deepest places. It felt so unusual yet wonderful to have Seonghwa pry open her lips, fingers ever so gradually slipping past her tightness to lodge inside her warm cavern. Once settled, they began moving, pulling themselves out before coming back in. To distract her, Seonghwa stooped down to kiss her once more, it felt more rushed than before, tongue occasionally poking outwards to scrape against the roof of her mouth. As his fingers worked hard to stretch her open and mouth busied in devouring her adorable whines, it was all to prepare her and get her to ease up before he continued with anything. Pulling away with a deep inhale, Seonghwa used his free thumb to wipe away the excess saliva on her bottom lip, breath ghosting over her own.

"Y/N... I'm going to need you to stay calm and not freak out. All right?"

By his tone, Y/N deduced that she was about to figure out just what exactly it was that made him different from her. She could feel him hesitate, looking just as scared as she did the first time she arrived at the estate. Just as she was about to assure him that she was not afraid, she felt something crawl up her legs, it was somewhat slimy and had a couple of ridges along the underside of it. Glancing down, she nearly fell back onto the bed when she witnessed two long tentacles wrapping themselves around her thighs, tearing up part of the silk fabric of her nightgown. Before she could stumble back, another tentacle launched out to wrap around her waist, pulling her forward to help her regain her balance. She breathed heavily, looking visibly shocked as she realized they were coming out of none other than Seonghwa himself. He scanned her face, trying to read her reactions. Scared? Disgusted? Apprehensive? It was rather difficult to make out exactly what she thought about his tendrils holding her steady and tightening around her body. Wanting to test something, he produced two more tentacles, these slightly thinner than the previous ones. They moved closer towards Y/N, who of course, instinctively recoiled from the unusual limbs.

"Don't worry. If I were in your position, I'd be utterly revolted as well." Although he spoke out those words with a dry smile, they held a lot of pain within them and it made Y/N saddened to hear him. Wanting to make up for it, she outstretched her hand towards the nearest tendril, the very limb slightly pulling away when it felt her come near. No doubt Seonghwa was hesitant about having her touch him. Undeterred, Y/N reached out once more, this time the tentacle didn't recoil but subtly leaned into her touch. Ever so slowly, it began to wrap around her arm, looping itself around her wrist, and settling itself on top of her palm. Y/N couldn't resist herself as she softly squeezed at the tender limb, thumb curiously playing around with the tiny suction cups along the underside of it. She couldn't help but giggle when it slightly slithered itself to attach some of the cups onto her palm, applying light pressure that had a rather pleasant feeling. So amused by the bizarre member, she didn't realize that the other thin tentacle had moved until she felt it loop itself on her other arm, the same as the one on her right side. Seonghwa felt relieved when she didn't seem afraid anymore, instead, she now smiled up towards him, fingers gently caressing the smooth surface of his tentacles. Unbeknownst to her, he could feel every touch ministered on them, the tentacles being a part of him, an extension of him. And they were highly sensitive to any sort of contact made with them.

"Can we...can we continue?" There was a slight quiver in his voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman held hostage by his slimy tendrils. Understanding exactly what he was referring to, Y/N nodded, eagerly awaiting to see just how Seonghwa would impregnate her.

Feeling herself lifted off the floor, the tentacles gently laid her down on the bed, detaching themselves momentarily off her body as they began poking around at the semi-ruined fabric of her attire. Grasping at several ends, Y/N gasped astonishingly when they tore off the rest of her dress, discarding the remaining pieces on the floor. Laying there completely naked in front of Seonghwa, who did not hide anything in his stare as they raked her entire body. Feeling self-conscious, Y/N moved to cover herself but the tentacles were faster as they wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding the first ones above her face while the other ones kept her legs apart, allowing Seonghwa to fully gawk at her wetness. The thought of burying himself deep in her and breeding her made him uncontrollably hard.

Y/N squirmed as several more tentacles sprouted out of Seonghwa's body, making her question just how many he could produce. Two medium-sized ones traveled up her sternum, oozing out some sort of secretion that trickled onto her breasts. The tentacles then latched themselves onto her perky mounds, twisting and pulling at her nipples until they hardened and poked out. They continued to toy around with her boobs, flicking against her sensitive nubs now and then before going back to clamp down and attach their suction cups to her tender skin. Y/N shuddered as she felt them slightly vibrate, adding to the daze-inducing state she was drifting off to.

Just as she was distracted in enjoying the pleasure the two tentacles were giving her, she let out a shriek when she felt another slimy organ come up and flit at her clit. The tentacles around her ankles kept her from closing her thighs, leaving her with no choice but to succumb to the movements made in her delicate button. It felt so surreal, so extraordinary, and she writhed around on the bed as much as she was able to when the tiny end of the tentacle sped up and rubbed faster against her swelling clit, the delicious friction making her mouth water. She wondered if this was the bliss some of the girls back home talked about, the ones who had gone out of their way to break the solemn vow they swore about remaining intact and pure, forcing them out of the Institute as they were no longer considered valuable vessels for future buyers.

"If this is what they enjoyed then, I would have gladly broken my vow too." Y/N mused to herself. But then she remembered had she broken her vow she would have never been able to meet Seonghwa, and she'd grown attached to him in that short period of meeting him.

"No... It's better this way. Having saved my body just for him so he can use it as he pleases. Have me carry his children. Oh, God." She felt herself clench around nothing as she thought about being stuffed by him, carrying his babies. Months before, the idea of carrying the offspring of some humanoid stranger horrified her. Now, it thrilled her and she looked forward to it.

"I'm going to slide a few more inside of you now, ok? It might feel uncomfortable, but I promise I'll make sure you don't feel any pain." Y/N vigorously nodded, the tentacles around her ankles spreading her legs further and bringing them up so her knees were bent.

Two thinner tentacles, even thinner than the ones around her wrists came out and began probing around her hole, stretching it ever so slightly before sliding inside her. Y/N felt them scraping against her tender walls, leaving her flabbergasted at feeling them creep deeper and deeper against her right muscles, stopping once they reached her cervix. Ever so carefully, they position themselves at her opening, prying her cervix open. A dull sting shot up her body, not exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant to feel. Noticing this, Seonghwa made the tentacles release their hold on her tight rim.

"Perhaps I might need to make use of this after all."

Y/N didn't know exactly what 'this' was, all she felt was the two tentacles lightly thrust inside of her, tips flicking up to tease at her sweet spot. And then she felt it, the tentacles oozed some sort of secretion to coat her inner walls, even moving to spread some of the liquid against the entrance of her womb. The tentacle working on her clit had to momentarily stop when Y/N began spasming, small gasps and moans spilling out her lips, not realizing that she had just had a subtle orgasm, but Seonghwa knew. He felt when her juices covered her walls, causing them to become more slick and wet, an effect produced by the natural pheromones his tentacles had just sprayed inside her, helping her to relax and not feel any more discomfort. Although it would also make her highly sensitive, meaning she would become a sticky and panting mess by the end of it, every stroke or brush inside her body would be heightened considerably. And Seonghwa was rather curious to see how that would play out.

Finally, a rather large and thick tentacle sprung out, heading directly towards her opening. It contracted itself as it skimmed past her entrance, flowing smoothly thanks to the previous tentacles that had worked Y/N's core open and the pheromones he had induced into her. At first, nothing seemed to happen, then Y/N's mouth flew open as she felt the tentacle start expanding, bottoming out inside of her, forcing her stretched-out muscles to widen even more. Unable to resist the urge, she looked down, nearly wheezing as she looked at the tightly nestled tentacle inside of her, pulsing inside her slick covered borders. Just those small pulsing vibrations had her throwing her head back as more liquids seeped out of her. Feeling her arousal coating its skin, it seemed to rile up the large tentacle as it began pushing itself further until it reached the entrance of her cervix.

"Usually humanoids of my kind would place as many eggs can fit inside their surrogate's womb... But I don't wish to overwhelm you with that, especially since it's your first time." With a smug grin, Seonghwa stooped forward and placed a hand on top of her abdomen.

"So let's just try it with two."

The large tentacle began contracting once more, wriggling around as if trying to get something out. Y/N soon felt what it was as a smooth, round, and semi-hard object began pushing itself inside of her. The two smaller tentacles, which were still lodged on the sides of her walls, went back to pry her cervix open, allowing the egg easier access as it traveled through her tunnel and nestling itself inside her womb. Seonghwa watched proudly as her belly swelled up as soon as the egg lodged itself in her, fingers brushing against the oval outline bulging out of her skin.

"So pretty, so beautiful." He praised her, teeth tugging down at his bottom lip as a hidden tentacle had come out to rid him of his last article of clothing, stroking his hardened cock generously, the suction cups paying close attention to his leaking head.

"How are you feeling so far love?" Seonghwa wanted to make sure she was fine before proceeding.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, soft pants spewing out her mouth.

"Please...more." That was all she could manage to mumble out.

Satisfied by her answer, the massive limb started wriggling once more, popping out another egg that scraped deliciously against the roof of her cave, journeying past her barriers and plopping next to the previous egg, joining it inside her womb. With slight embarrassment, Y/N cried out as another wave of pleasure poured out of her, hands wanting to cover her reddened face at the thought of so easily cumming by the mere thought of Seonghwa's eggs inside her while his tentacle continued throbbing inside her.

"Don't feel ashamed my love. I just so happen to enjoy watching your face contort with pleasure." His admittance only made her more sheepish and flustered.

"We're almost done, love. I just need to fertilize my eggs."

Y/N groaned loudly when the tentacle began moving, thrusting itself in and out, her previous juices seeping out every time it pulled out her body, creating a wet stain on the sheets underneath. Maybe it was her imagination, but Y/N swore she could feel the eggs move inside her, bouncing each time the tentacle pushed back inside her. The tendrils around her ankles and wrists tightened themselves, holding her steady as the tentacle started to plunge itself faster and deeper into her, twitching every so often, a sign it was getting ready to squirt into her womb.

Seonghwa was also enjoying the spectacle, watching closely as he was about to impregnate his darling surrogate, the tentacle wrapped around the shaft matching the movement the larger one was doing. He felt blessed to be able to feel both sensations at once, one being his cock stimulated while his tentacle had to endure Y/N's tightness clench unbearably around his slimy member. It was ecstasy for both of them, their grunts and moans echoing inside Seonghwa's room. Wanting her to experience the maximum pleasure he could offer, the tentacles laid out across her chest went back to their previous task of playing with her nipples, suckling on her tender flesh whilst the one between her legs toyed with her swollen clit. It was all so much for her that Y/N couldn't help it as her third orgasm of the night overtook her, this one more intense and prolonged by the endless amount of attention her body was receiving.

"Seonghwa!" She cried out, tears of over-stimulation brimming at the corners of her eyes.

Hearing her call out to him, Seonghwa himself hissed as the tentacle worked him over the edge, spurts of cum trickling down onto it as well as splattering onto the floor. The tentacle that was now coated with his cum moved towards Y/N's face, lightly tapping on her cheek. Turning to face it, she inhaled sharply and didn't hesitate to allow it to slide past her lips and wiggle inside her mouth. She moaned around the appendage, sucking on it, the sensations flowing back to Seonghwa's cock.

"Oh fuck." He exclaimed, the tentacle pushing itself on the back of her throat while the one between her legs rapidly moved to finish its final task.

Y/N's wailing was partially muffled by the tentacle stuffing her mouth, her body and mind spiraling out of control as she felt thick ropes of warm cum being gushed out of the tentacle and shooting straight into her womb. She could even feel her stomach swelling up even more by just the liquids being poured into her. It was enough to have her crying out once more, a state of euphoria clouding her mind as her 4th high shocked her senses, numbing everything except the feeling of the tentacles around and in her. Seonghwa himself didn't need further stimulation, cumming untouched for the second time when he finally finished breeding her, mouth drawing out long and labored breaths as he started to come down from his high.

Slowly, one by one the tentacles started pulling away from Y/N's body, disappearing back into Seonghwa's body. Both of them groaned deeply when the last tentacle pulled out of her agape hole, some of the leftover cum dribbling out onto the bed. Y/N felt so sore and so full, her hands reaching down to caress her now swollen stomach, surprised at how big it looked. She felt ready to pop at any moment. With utmost care, Seonghwa moved her further into the bed, helping her rest her head against one of the pillows and covering her up with the warm blanket. It wasn't long until she felt his body press up against hers, pulling her as close as was possible as one hand protectively wrapped around her belly.

"Thank you..."

She was so weary after that intense session that she could only mumble a barely audible 'huh?' at his words. Chuckling, Seonghwa pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"Thank you for carrying my babies. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment."

She could only manage to give out a faint smile at his words, fastly falling asleep when she felt him hum a soft tune against her ear.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

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Fight for You Epilogue (04)

04: When you get stressed

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship - FFY couple; fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings: foul language; sexual content (making out, oral f. receiving) (18+)

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: UHHH JK in that white Alexander Wang track pants - but shirtless - bc 3J dance to Butter still haunts me 😊

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You hold up the green knitted shirt and pants next to Jungkook and nod in satisfaction.

“This is nice. Let’s get all 3 colors,” you say.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “All 3? It’s see-through, ___. Where will I wear these?”

“At home!” You exclaim.

“Over 500,000 won a set and I’m just gonna wear them at home?”

“It’s see-through!” You argue.

“Exactly.”

“People will pounce on you if they see what��s hiding underneath,” you explain.

“But—“

“Babe, please, can I just get you these? You’ll look so good in them. They’re the last, I promise,” you flutter your eyelashes.

“You said the leather jacket was the last, then the white track pants before that, then the sheer and satin polos before that,” he sighs, lifting the multiple paper bags in his arms. “I can’t… I don’t want you to buy me any more. We talked about this.”

“But I’m stressed,” you pout, hugging his torso while you stand in the middle of the store. “I already feel way better than I did earlier.”

“Why don’t you buy for yourself then? You like doing that.”

“I splurge on myself when I’m sad. But I’m not sad, I’m stressed.”

“So because you’re stressed, buying for me makes you what, not stressed?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“It makes me forget a little that I’m stressed. Imagining you in these clothes gets me all excited,” you reason, walking towards another shelf to retrieve a hat and placing it on his head.

“Hmm, cowboy Jungkook sounds so sexy,” you smirk.

Jungkook laughs and returns the hat on the shelf. “You gotta give me a heads up on these fantasies, alright angel?” He whispers in your ear.

“I’m doing it now!” You whine.

“It doesn’t count,” he kisses the pout off your lips. “Come on, let’s check these out before I change my mind.”

You excitedly head to the counter and pay for the items, your eyes glimmering with joy while Jungkook’s are a tad bit unsure, still not used to you spending for him like this.

“No spoiling me for another year or so, okay?” He says, taking the paper bag in his hand and walking out the store with you.

“I’ll try,” you tease, but you both know that this is one aspect of your relationship where you always get your way, and despite the discomfort Jungkook may feel, he also knows it’s how you show your love, and he won’t deny how happy it makes him seeing you happy.

Your left eye twitching matches the flickering of the light by the door of your home office, causing imbalance in the space that requires your utmost focus as you work on documents for your upcoming business review.

Normally, it wouldn’t bother you, as you could easily tune out distractions like that, but recently, your stress levels have shot up the roof and you seem to be panicking more than usual.

You bury your head in your arms on top of your desk and release a long and deep groan.

You’re exhausted.

Aside from your expanded functions in the marketing department, your father has recently required you to attend some meetings with the Human Resources and Staff Development heads, and you assume it’s the departments he wants you to oversee in a few months’ time. The business trips continue, with travels to nearby countries happening more frequently than you’re used to, and the last quarter has just rolled in, ever the busiest time for you.

And that damn light. You wish it would just fix itself since you don’t know how to, so you stare at it again and hope for a miracle.

You groan once more and wish you could actually enjoy your weekend instead of recomputing figures so you could start your presentation.

“Someone’s a little grumpy,” Jungkook walks in and kisses your pouty lips. “Everything okay, angel?”

You exaggeratedly shake your head no. “I’m tired and stressed and stress-eating like, I’m suddenly craving so many things and I…” You drop your head.

“Why am I so rattled? I know what to do but my mind can’t fully process what I need to do because it goes off to the million other things that need my attention,” you continue, looking up at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of your desk in front of you.

“I can’t even check off anything from my to-do list because I’m not finishing anything!” You explain, showing your planner. “And I haven’t visited the kids in weeks, I haven’t seen Yoongi and Hoseok in so long, and I haven’t had my usual hot bath in days…” You whine.

“Hmm, you done?” Jungkook softly smiles.

You think a little bit.

“And I miss you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week,” you add.

“We shopped and had dinner last night,” he laughs.

“See? Even something like that flies off my head so quickly. Oh my god, I’m a mess. These are the moments I wish I had siblings, you know? So at least we could divide and conquer. But wow, hats off to my father who gets to do all this shit on his own,” you ramble.

“You’re not a mess,” Jungkook says and pulls you off your seat so you could stand in between his legs. “And your father has assistants to delegate work to. He already told you to get your own but you’re insisting that you don’t need one.”

“I have enough people doing things for me,” you sigh. “I need to learn to do things for myself. You know, grow up a little.”

“This is different, ___. This is work. It’s okay to say you need help and that you can’t do everything on your own,” he replies, caressing your cheek.

“Wow, look at you, being wise and all.”

“Just telling you things you always tell me,” he shrugs. “But I’m serious, get that job posting for an assistant out, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, falling into his hug, one you always miss even if you’re pretty sure you had one last night, too.

“Alright, anything more you need to let out?”

“The light by my door is about to give up,” you answer.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow,” he assures you.

You hum in response.

“I got you your favorite noodles, by the way,” he says, rubbing your arms. “Mrs. Hwang said you haven’t had lunch so you should eat now.”

“You went to the orphanage already?” You ask excitedly, knowing he got this from the family restaurant you always go to after you visit. “How are the kids? Do they miss me? Did you tell them I miss them?”

“They’re fine and yes and yes. They seem to have understood when I told them you’re just busy with many things but that you’ll visit when you can.”

“Okay, thank you for going there.” You hug him again and feel a hundred times better than you did just 2 minutes ago. “Can you just hug me while I eat?”

He blushes at your neediness. “Alright. But I’ll have to leave right after, okay?”

“Why?” You pout.

“The gym will have inspectors today and Jin asked me to join him to scare them in case I need to,” Jungkook explains. “But knowing him, he’s probably just nervous. He invested a lot on the repairs and new equipment and he needs moral support.”

You nod, not wanting to take his time from his friend as well, knowing that Jungkook goes to you whenever he’s able to.

He doesn’t actually hug you while you eat, but he does cuddle and massage the tight knots on your shoulders after your meal.

You’re a hard person to let go but he also knows you need this time to concentrate and perhaps a little incentive could help with that.

“So I was thinking… Maybe we could do dinner and karaoke tonight? I won’t sing but I’m sure Yoongi and Hoseok would be game, so would Jin and Ina,” Jungkook says as he cleans up the desk for you.

“Sounds good. Maybe you could invite Yeong-ja, too,” you offer.

“Are you sure about that?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Jin has a crush on her, and ever since you said she’s his type, I was thinking maybe we could matchmake them or something,” you shrug. “Plus, through Jimin’s social powers, we found out that she doesn’t actually have a crush on you because she’s into older men and she likes funny guys. And you’re neither.”

“That’s nice to know,” he deadpans. “Good thing being funny isn’t a criteria to date you.”

“Well, it’s somewhere there but you know, you’re funny sometimes,” you laugh at his frowning face. “Like, sometimes, sometimes.”

“Whatever,” he says dryly.

“I’m kidding, babe! Sort of,” you giggle, pecking his lips to try to get him to smile, which he does.

“Alright, I’ll get going. Be ready by 6? I’ll be the one to tell Namjoon and Mr. Sim.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

Karaoke ended up being more like a night at a bar more than anything, which you enjoyed just the same.

Yoongi and Hoseok drank a little more than they intended, and spent a good portion of the night singing and dancing on top of the table, with Ina trying to make sure they didn't break anything. Jin and Yeong-ja had their own world on the other end of the couch, making you hopeful with your matchmaking efforts, and you sang during the few moments the microphone was free because your best friends had to use the washroom or drink water.

Jungkook stayed by your side the whole night, holding you close as he knows it’s what you like when you’re stressed and tired. He’s learned how to deal with the different versions of you and even if you promised you wouldn’t think about work, he didn’t nag you when he saw you check your work email to respond to something important.

You’re now laying on your bed and feeling more relaxed than you did a few hours ago, and you have Jungkook to thank for that. He made sure you had your bath with your candles and your oils, and blew your mind with his expert fingers on your cunt as an added bonus.

“Feel better, angel?” He whispers next to you.

“I do, thank you,” you hum against his lips.

He’s about to ask if there’s anything more you need but your snores fill the room instantly and he grins instead, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead before he falls into slumber, too.

You’re at least thankful that your body feels the sense of urgency when it comes to all the things you need to do, as you wake up early the next day and check your phone only to be reminded that it’s Sunday but you still have work to do.

You sigh, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep, so you get your day started and wash up.

“Working again?” Jungkook grumbles as you exit the bathroom.

You nod in response. “I received the revised reports last night and I need to send the team my review before I can work on my presentation.”

“Okay. I’ll go for a run while you work.”

You smile and kiss him before you head to your office across your bedroom and hope for a clear mind so you can finish early and just be with Jungkook.

You don’t notice the time. Three hours seems to fly by until you get a text from your mother inviting you and Jungkook to dinner tonight, and that’s when you see that it’s only 9:00 yet you feel like you’ve been working for half a day already.

You’re typing your review to the final report when you hear a soft knock on the door and Jungkook enters after you tell him to come in.

While you’ve seen him in way less than this, you still feel your heart stop and your mind go blank for a few seconds.

He’s in his white Alexander Wang track pants, the one you bought the other night because you knew he’d look good in it and well, you were right. He’d forgone the shirt, perhaps soaked from perspiration, so he stands half-naked by your door, glimmering in sweat, with a ladder and light bulb in his hands.

He secures the ladder and climbs on the second step, the view of his tiny waist and droplets of sweat sliding down his toned back as he lifts his arms to loosen the bulb sends shock waves through you. Your eyes follow every move and flex of his muscles, from his arms, his shoulders, and even his ass.

“Wha—what are you doing?” You manage to say.

He turns around to face you. His body is stunning, as always, and the image of him running and doing push-ups and planks while his muscles collectively strain, with sweat dripping down his face, is causing your mind to short-circuit and your pussy to throb.

“Uh, fixing your lightbulb?” He responds confusingly. “You were complaining about it yesterday and I said I’d fix it today.”

“Yeah but like—“ you glare at his body, as if telling him he should know what you actually mean. “Don’t you have clothes or something?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I do, I’m wearing half of them right now.” He motions to his pants. “My shirt is soaked so I just took it off. I figured replacing your light shouldn’t take long.”

He returns to the task at hand and secures the new bulb in place. You try to type the last few sentences of your review, thinking you could do that while marveling at the view, but the moment you read what you wrote, you realize this is an impossible task.

“All fixed,” he announces, making the final turn.

He steps down the ladder, folds it, and leans it on the wall.

He looks at you and his eyes widen at your furrowed brows, and tries to suppress a laugh.

“Anything else bugging you, angel?”

He looks around to see if there’s another flickering light or if your books on the shelf aren’t organized properly, or if there’s some misplaced or missing item that’s got you worked up.

“Yeah, you,” you deadpan, crossing your arms, trying not to look at the sight you’re being graced with.

Darkened nipples, firm pecs, the ridges of his toned abs halved by a line straight down the middle… his entire torso coated with sweat that somehow is such a turn on right now. And you blame your rest-deprived body and recent more-than-usual consumption of oysters and intake of red ginseng for how you’re reacting.

He tilts his head to the side and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, a thing he does when he’s figured you out and has something in his mind.

Jungkook likes seeing you flustered, he told you once, as you’d always been so shameless when it came to him. You think he doesn’t really realize how effortless it is for him to look sexy, but you know when he’s being clueless and when he’s being a tease.

Right now, he’s being a tease, as he combs the hair off his forehead with his hands alternately, repeatedly, his head tilting back a little, giving you a better view of his glimmering neck and sharp jawline. And you’re the weakling, watching his every move and losing the battle in your head about your priorities.

Which should be your reviews, and not your unfairly hot boyfriend who could blow your mind and leave you speechless if he so wanted, and he knows you’d let him, but you can’t have that because you need your brain to work.

“Hmm, that’s good,” he smirks, walking to your side. “If I’m what’s bugging you then why don’t we do something about it?”

He turns your chair to face him and cocks his eyebrow at your crossed legs, tightly squeezed as you try to create friction and ease your throbbing pussy.

“Jungkook, you’re distracting me. I need to finish this,” you scowl.

“And you will,” he says, gripping your chair’s armrests, his face moving so close to yours and you could make out the beads of sweat on his forehead and feel his hot breath against you.

“Not when you’re like this,” you gulp. “It’s—it’s hard to focus.”

“Then focus on me,” he smiles softly. “You’ve been working hard. Let me relieve your stress, yeah? Help you relax a little bit.”

You get hypnotized with the way his tongue dances across his lips, his teeth biting the pink flesh, with you mirroring the act.

He grazes your lips with his thumb, slowly pushing it inside your mouth until you suck it yourself, your tongue swirling around his finger, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight.

“Want you,” you moan with your eyes closed.

“Good girl,” he whispers, retrieving his thumb and kneeling in front of you.

He slowly removes your shorts and underwear while you unbutton your pajama top, revealing your seashell mesh embroidered bralette that you sometimes wear at home. He grunts, recalling the first time you’d worn one specifically for him - you’d teased him with the red lace lingerie set you put on and you almost didn’t make it to your dinner date because he had you pinned down on the bed, leaving love marks all over your chest.

You recognize the look he has on right now, and you’re just aching to feel his mouth all over you again, to be touched, to be devoured, knowing it’s what he plans to do with the way his piercing gaze won’t leave your face.

He caresses your calves, then your thighs, until he props them open to reveal your cunt, glimmering with slick and your clit screaming for him.

Even you could smell your arousal, and you’re turned on by how turned on you are, but you want this, you need this. If there’s anything that could suspend the nonstop thoughts of all your responsibilities in your head, it’s everything Jungkook.

He doesn’t want to tease but he does want you to savor it; he wants to go slow so you could feel everything, every flick of his tongue and every vibration of his moans on your pussy.

He torturously licks the strip from your hole to your clit, swirling on your nub and going again and again and again, your muted cries of pleasure the perfect background music to his ears. He spreads your legs wide and makes himself comfortable on the floor so he can bury his head between them, changing angles and speed, moaning as he goes.

You’re breathless. Your chest rises and falls with every movement that Jungkook makes, and you like his pace, as the feeling of ecstasy gradually builds - enough for you to savor it, lingering as you reach the peak, staying there so the feeling is prolonged.

Your moans build up, too - steadily increasing in sound to let him know you’re reaching your high, but soft enough to make it feel so intimate as they meld with his.

When he feels you losing yourself to his mouth, his hands slowly travel to your clothed breasts, kneading them to aid you in your orgasm. It’s not long before it hits, the coil in your belly snapping in an instant, and you feel the wave of slick escape you.

You feel like you’re in a trance, where everything is hazy and clear at the same time.

Jungkook emerges from below, smirking at you and you could lose yourself in how he looks all over again. He wipes the slick off his lips with his finger, bringing it to your mouth for you to suck, and it’s now him getting lost in how hot you look - breathless, satisfied, needy for him, and he feels pride knowing that only he could make you feel this way.

He trails soft kisses up your torso, lingering around your chest area and wrapping his arms around your waist, his grip tightening as he reaches your neck, then your jaw.

“You’re so, so good,” you pant when he makes it to your lips, your arms wrapped around his neck now and you want to just remain like this for the rest of the day.

He smiles softly. “Do you feel better?”

“I do,” you chuckle. “I don’t know how I could lose my mind yet feel like things are clearer at the same time, but it’s you so I won’t question it anymore.”

“Good,” he gives you a peck. “That’s what I wanted because you need a clear mind so you can finish what you need to finish, and then we can go for the real thing after.”

“Real thing?” You cock an eyebrow. “Babe, we have dinner at my parents’ tonight. I can’t be sore.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he smiles innocently, and there’s really no way for you to turn that down.

Jungkook did keep his promise. After another hour of you doing your work, he took you in bed and in the shower that were equal parts intense and gentle, leaving you perfectly able to walk to your parents’ house for dinner.

More than anything, though, you’re glad Jungkook is with you tonight. He’s your grounding presence, your pillar of strength, and the only one who can keep you steady when you hear your father tell you the news.

“We’ve spoken with the board members, ___. We’ll officially announce you as the Lee Group successor at the end of the year.”

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really, who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #bts imagines #btshoneyhive #bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #bangtansorciere

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Realm of Enchantment ⚘ pt 2

⚘ pairing: Fae!Jimin X Reader

⚘ genre: Fantasy/Folklore/yandere themes 18+M

⚘ synopsis: A beautiful creature, the likes of which you have never seen before, falls into your pool in the middle of the night. You race to help it, quickly discovering that it can tell you nothing about who or what it is. In time you discover this creature is more than meets-the-eye, its charms making you fall deeper and deeper.

⚘ warnings: mentions of virginity, mentions of blood (tasting), oral (f), fingering, rough kissing, mentions of pain, inexperience, yandere themes, dirty talk, use of fae magic, mentions of liquor, mentions of being tipsy/drunk (consensual touching)

⚘ a/n: thank you to my wifey @outromoni for the beautiful banner and for always supporting me and talking out ideas. Also thank you to @rkivemagic and @kpopyandere for always hyping me and listening to me ramble about my worries. You always give me wonderful suggestions and I love you!

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A loud crash wakes you from your sleep. Running out of your room with a bat in hand, you go to see what the matter could be, but stop in your tracks at the vision before you. Jimin was leaning against the wall, his winged back to you, sweat drops sliding off of his neck and down his back into his white shorts. He was shirtless, breathing in deeply and exhaling with a low growl. The sound causes you to clench around nothing, surprising you.

“Are you…,” before you could finish your sentence Jimin turns quickly to face you, face flushed and eyes blown wide. He looked wicked and sexy as hell. You immediately step back scared of what he might do, but then he blinks it away, and again you see the confused and sweet Jimin you met two days ago.

“I’m sorry, I just woke up suddenly not feeling well. I bumped into this plant.” He seemed sincere, but you couldn’t ignore the sweat beading on his forehead. Your nurturing side moves you forward, a hand reaching out asking permission to touch him. He bows his head in agreement and you brush your palm over his forehead.

“You’re burning up! Come.”

Dragging him to the restroom you immediately start to run cold water over a small towel to place over his burning face. When you go to place it on him he flinches. “It’s ok,” you tell him, but he seems so confused by your actions. “It’s just a towel, haven’t you ever used a cold towel for a fever before?” He shakes his head no having no idea what you meant by fever. He was pretty sure he had never experienced this physical nuisance before. He wasn't even sure why he was feeling ill.

“Shh, it’s ok, let me help you.” you take your time patting his forehead, careful not to cause some sort of reaction. The only reason you could think of for his fever was that he had spent the better part of the night before cold and wet. Another reason could be the food you fed him that day. The truth was, you had no idea. He wasn’t of your world and you didn’t know how to help him.

As you kneel in front of him while he sits on the toilet seat, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He felt his blood begin to boil the closer you got and the more you touched him. Apparently, he observed, human contact had a serious physical effect on his kind. Suddenly, he bolts up thanking you and runs out of the room. “What is up with him?” you whisper. He really was a puzzle and his behavior was so erratic it was giving you whiplash. Not wanting to create more ruckus, you go back to bed and wait to check up on him the next day.

But Jimin couldn’t sleep the entire night. He had woken up from a vivid dream full of images of you. It felt so real it caused him to wake up overheated and in a cold sweat. His mind was becoming very active as of late and he wondered if he’d be able to control himself. He had so many questions himself, but the worst part were the urges he felt. It was like he could lose himself at any moment, and then, what he was least expecting, was for you to show up wearing nothing but a long T-shirt. His body betrayed him. When you sat him down and his eyes were at level with your thighs, he thought he would combust right then. Then you had to go and touch him. If he hadn’t walked away he might have given into his urges. Lucky for you...

He turns on the bed and tries to block you out of his mind but he can’t. You were obviously not the same as him and the way he felt around you, your humanity, was all consuming. Everything he was forbidden. He knew it was wrong and yet he couldn’t resist the way it overpowered him. It was unacceptable to want to do the things he dreamt of, but deep in the pit of his belly he craved it. It’s only been a short time, but he wondered how long it would be before his kind realized he was missing and came for him. For now he’d have to be patient and wait.

The next morning Jimin awoke to the most amazing smell flowing from the kitchen. He couldn’t describe it, but he just knew he didn’t have the same foods where he came from. He could hear you humming a song and on occasion make high pitched noise that sounded like you were using your lips. Curiosity got the best of him, his bare feet walking him into the kitchen to find you. He had forgotten he was shirtless until he heard you gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got hot again.” Running into the living room to fetch his shirt, he giggles when he hears you release the breath you were holding. The night before you’d seen him shirtless, but in the morning light Jimin was sure he caught you staring at his sculpted body, eyes wandering down the v-line of his pelvis. When he returns, he notices you avert your eyes, and he can’t help but smile.

“Are you making something? It smells amazing.”

“Yeah, eggs and bacon. You hungry?”

Jimin shakes his head eagerly and you chuckle at how adorable he is. Although last night he looked menacing, you couldn’t help be attacked by the beauty that easily emanated from him. You serve him a plate of food while whistling and the sound causes him to tilt his head to the side and look at you like you’ve grown another head.

“Everything okay? How’s your fever?”

“Yes, I feel better. What is that sound you were making?”

You quirk up an eyebrow in confusion but then attempt another whistle and he brightens up at the noise.

“How did you do that?”

You find his curiosity endearing and you can't help but laugh out loud. Who doesn’t know what a whistle is? Jimin, however, thinks your laugh is the most amazing sound he has ever heard, but at the same time he felt a bit embarrassed that you were teasing him.

“Have you never whistled before?”

His reply is sincere in the way he bows his head and shakes it no. It seemed to you that this beautiful creature, although more than likely superior to you in numerous ways, still seemed to lack experience with the little things.

“I can teach you if you want.”

At your offer, Jimin's eyes light up beautifully, and for the first time in the past few days he smiles so big that his eyes disappear. Whoever and whatever he was, you already knew you were screwed.

And so it seemed that Jimin really didn’t know about many things. Even with your probing he didn’t tell you much so you assumed he still hadn’t gotten his memory back. You told him you’d help him until his wing healed completely and you meant it. The truth was, you secretly didn’t want him to go. Having him around felt nice, comfortable even, your loneliness now a distant memory. Out of all the men you’ve ever known, Jimin had proven to be different. He was caring, sweet, patient, and not once had he tried anything inappropriate.

There were so many theories about what he could be, but you had no idea how to even begin to help him find his way home. Even though he was a strange creature, he really wasn’t dangerous. If anything he was the exact opposite. It was adorable to you how he found joy in the most menial things. Even his first experience with ice cream was endearing. He nearly flew off the chair with excitement, while in the same moment despair overtook him at the brain freeze he experienced. His captivating nature drove you to want to teach him more and you made it your mission to verse him in everything you could.

Before you knew it, a month had gone by. Though his mind was still healing, his wing was basically perfect. He promised he’d leave as soon as he was better, and that somehow tugged at your heart. Even still, the moments you both spent together were fun and pleasing, and he seemed to be recording the memories in his mind. Once in a while you would catch him staring at you, his eyes burning your skin, but you never said a thing. You had a feeling he knew you knew, especially when your body gave you away. He started to grow on you, and so did the tension between you two.

___

“So, all I have to do is lick the salt, take the shot and then bite the lemon?” he asked, curious about what reaction his body would have.

“That’s right! But, take it easy...you did say you’ve never done this before, right?”

“Right. The truth is I can’t let a puny human beat me.” he winks at you in jest and you groan.

A simple human created liquor couldn’t possibly do him any harm. He was superior to your race...so this would be nothing. He demonstrated his strength quickly once his wing healed, noting how much faster than you he was, testing his speed when you weren’t looking only to appear at the top of the stairs before you even made it there. He even had the ability to make his wings disappear and reappear by simply willing it. And on especially beautiful nights when you knew there was no one awake, you’d walk with him into the forested area of your yard and watch him spread his wings out and stretch. He loved those moments, the wind under him and body weightless. You were too good to him and he hated that all he wanted was to ruin that.

“One. Two. Three!” You quickly took the shot and Jimin followed. He barely felt the sting and you could not believe how well he was handling it. Three shots in and you waved your metaphorical white flag in surrender.

“Come on ___, already giving up? This tastes like water.”

“Really, Jimin? If I drink anymore I won’t be able to stand.”

“Fine. Let’s do something else. You promised me you’d teach me how to...what was it...dance?”

“Yes, Minnie, but I’m starting to rethink it since you're already better than me at everything.”

“Oh come on, ____! Please!”

On wobbly legs you get up and realize that maybe you shouldn't have tried to challenge a majestic being to tequila shots. When you go to move towards him, you lose your balance causing you to stumble onto his lap. You attempt to scramble up and away from him, trying to save face and not embarrass him, but his cheeks are already bright red. You tell yourself it could be the alcohol causing him to blush and are thankful when he helps you to your feet. Holding onto his strong arms, you gather your balance and try to focus on his face, but that was a mistake. His lips are so close and tempting, breathing labored though he wasn’t exerting any energy. You weren’t stupid enough to ignore the feeling that he might have a crush on you. All you ever did was spend your days with him. The problem was you couldn’t deny that you also had a crush on him. The attraction was evident and it scared you. He was incredibly handsome, tall, sweet, and had the most alluring eyes which made it hard for you to say no. Every request he’s ever made you were quick to oblige him. Part of you would admit it was because you enjoyed seeing him happily experiencing new things, but the other part of you was drawn to him inexplicably.

He clears his throat in an attempt to make things less awkward, but your iron grip on his biceps makes him chuckle. “Are you okay,____? I’ve got you.”

“Yeah. I guess I should not have taken those shots. I’m afraid I won’t be able to show you how to dance without getting dizzy.” You giggle, already aware of the fool you’re making yourself out to be.

Suddenly his hands grab you by the waist. “Would it help if I held you?”

His touch felt like literal fire, and if it weren’t for the spring dress you were wearing, you’d be dripping in sweat. He moves his hands to your hips and his eyes beg for you to give in to his request. “Okay, Minnie, I’ll do my best.”

Reaching for your phone, you select a suitable song and place it back onto the table beside you. ”So, when you dance with a woman, you need to place a hand at the waist and hold her like this.”

Jimin’s eyes are quick to follow your own as they guide his hands into place. Your fingers interlock and then his gaze is on you once again. “Next, you move to the sound of the music. Just feel it...and let it move your body.” Jimin likes the sensual sounds being emitted from the phone’s speaker. He starts to relax and doesn’t realize that his body is being gravitated towards your own. His hips are now pressed against yours and his heightened sense of smell makes him realize that your body is emitting a sexual response to his closeness. He’s been trying to avoid moments like these, but it seems that the alcohol he ingested is starting to have some sort of effect on him as well.

You also like the way he feels against you. Although he is strong, he is also soft and warm. For being his first time dancing, he really was doing an amazing job. Everything appeared to be innocent until he moved his hands down your back and over your ass. You squealed lightly and he pressed further into you. It was now obvious to you that things had taken a turn, but you brushed it off thinking that maybe he didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he was a bit tipsy and maybe you liked what he was doing while he was tipsy. You try to ignore your body’s response, but the sudden feel of his hard length against your thigh makes it impossible. A low groan escapes him and you feel a warmth rush down between your legs.

“____, I’m curious about something...” His voice drifts off as he lowers his face to yours causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes. You contemplate pulling away knowing that you aren’t in your right mind to allow him to do this, but then again, you’ve been secretly curious. Perhaps all you needed was a little bit of liquid courage.

“...yes?” you breathe out before he even asks the question that hovers between you both.

Your weakness drives him insane, the urges within him making him want to do the most vile and wicked things to you. There was just something about you that called to him, made him crazy every time you were near and he was beyond reasoning. This felt right, and you were the answer to the eternal torment that drove him mad. He places his lips on yours gently at first, unsure of how to proceed. When you allow him to explore, he nips at your bottom lip smiling victoriously when you whimper and let him in.

You weren’t exactly inexperienced with making out, but this experience felt a little more passionate than you were used to. Being around him for weeks with the unspoken chemistry between you boiling over had you so frustrated. When you open your mouth, he whines into yours, and you welcome his tongue easily. Your hands move around to the nape of his neck, fingers burying into his soft blonde hair. He envelopes your body pulling you impossibly closer. Although you have never had sex, you knew what it felt like when a man was aroused, though he was no man. You weren’t even sure if he’d know what to do either since he wasn’t human, but he was proving to be a fast learner.

Somehow you both end up on the couch with you on his lap. Jimin had his wings hidden most of the night since he didn’t want to make your drink night awkward, but now that his senses were on overdrive, he felt them materialize. He couldn’t focus on anything other than your scent and he was having trouble reigning in his desire to rip off your pathetic excuse for a dress. He couldn’t explain it, but every time he was this close to you another energy took over him. It was almost as if he wasn’t himself, and all he could think of was taking you. He was so ravenous for it, like a drug he needed in order to live. He could tell you had never been with another man before, he could smell it. Of course he never mentioned it because it would be inappropriate to bring up. That’s what made you so special.

It didn’t even matter now. He wanted to taste what he smelled, bend you over the couch and fuck you until you could no longer walk. Just the thought had his blood boiling and when you rolled your core against him, his grip tightened on your hips. He growled low, his teeth nipping at your neck the more you teased him. Lust, lust was what he felt and it was so contrary to what he should be feeling. He should want to please you, be soft, take care of you first, but all of that was far back in his mind. Fill you, that’s all he needed to do...was fill you and claim you.

“____ I can’t control myself. I want you.”

You could hear the need in his voice, the begging that saturated your flesh. You would never be this easy, not with any man, but his raspy tone had you hypnotized. You weren’t yourself, it was like some other power was calling you. And when his hands slid under the hem of your dress, you knew you were going to give into him. His pretty opaque wings opened slightly every time you rubbed your core against his and it made you drunk with power. You continued your game hoping he’d get the hint and take you just as you wanted. Thankfully he rewards you. Slowly he inches a hand into your underwear and kisses your temple when you melt against him. He gives your cunt a sharp squeeze drawing out a yelp that is muffled against his neck.

“Minnie, it hurts…” you whine against his throat, kissing and licking him in hopes that he’ll be gentle. You never told him you were a virgin and saying something now in the heat of the moment felt embarrassing, so you remained quiet.

“I won’t hurt you, ___ . I bet you want more, don’t you?”

You moan at his offer and lose your mind when he gently rubs over your outer lips before sliding his middle finger between your folds to massage your wetness up and down. Each stroke is a tease, his finger so close that you’re certain he’s going to push it in, that is, until he doesn’t. You’re pretty sure you’ve soaked his hand because the way he’s breathing against the shell of your ear has you dying. He’s barely gotten started and you were already laid out for him like a sacrifice.

“P-please, be gentle...I...I haven’t…” your words get stuck when he presses the tip of his finger into your cunt.

“You haven’t what, pretty? Haven’t had this delicious hole filled? Mmm, I bet,” he pauses to brush his lips against your sweaty forehead “... I bet you could take me so well. As a matter of fact,” and then slides his finger the rest of the way in, “ I know you can take so much more, can’t you, baby?”

Though you’ve played with toys and attempted to take them inside of you, nothing could have prepared you for the sting. He felt you tense up in his lap, so he pulled your hair back with his other hand and kissed you so aggressively you could taste the iron from your tongue. The pain from one area distracted you from the other and soon his finger began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. You were completely floored by how amazing it felt and only imagined what it would be like to take his true length. Greedily you began grinding on his palm as he kissed you. You were so lost in the feeling you didn’t expect a second finger until it was also deep inside of you. The added digit caused you to freeze and grip his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his flesh as you adjusted to the intrusion.

“Minnie, I can’t.”

“Of course you can, baby. Look at how good you are.”

The endearment melted you like butter and you couldn't help but obey. You held onto him for dear life, panting and huffing, trying your best to relax your body. He was getting impatient, battling with himself to just take you, but something within held him back. Wanting to make you feel better, he used his other hand to pull the dress over your head. He wanted to punch the wall when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. Your breasts pressed to his clothed chest as you fell back into position doing your best not to move. Softly he caressed your spine attempting to calm you and himself down. “Baby, I'm going to pull my fingers out, okay?”

You nodded preparing for his actions. The slow pull felt painful but also erotic. When he removed them completely he brought them up, and the blood there made you want to hide. Jimin, however, was unaffected. If anything, he seemed elated to see it. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s only a little blood. You did so well.”

Grabbing at his shirt, he pulled it off his body uncaring about the blood that now transferred to the cloth. His wings got ruffled in the process, the holes you cut into the shirt making it easy for him to remove the loose fitting tee. Now that he was partially undressed he felt like he could breathe better. You, on the other hand, looked completely wrecked and he hadn’t even started.

“You okay, baby?”

When you nod, he kisses you softly guiding your body back onto the couch. He fits himself between your thighs, his wings exposed and slightly outstretched. He looked amazing, his ethereal wings contrasting with the dark look in his eyes. He smiled when your hands covered your face, the fact that a mythical creature was laying between your legs something you never thought you’d experience, ever. When he kissed over your clothed pussy, you bucked up against his lips. Humming lightly, Jimin feathered kisses along your inner thighs and over your slit welcoming your pathetic, whiny cries. His arms were locked around your thighs and when he used his nose to push the edge of the fabric away to expose your cunt to his tongue, you felt yourself fall into pure bliss.

As soon as some of your blood touched his tongue he began eating you out hungrily, moaning greedily into your cunt sending shock waves throughout your body. His ache became so much that he had to rut against the couch beneath him. The more he tasted of you, the more he craved. Although you knew it was Jimin between your legs, the way he was currently lapping up every drop of your essence made you doubtful. He wasn’t being himself, this was someone different, and worried that perhaps your lack of sexual experience was making you delusional, his bite against your thigh solidified your paranoia.

“J-Jimin...oh god...I can’t...”

Uncaring and ignoring your pleas, he continued to sink his teeth into your flesh enjoying your whimpers. The bite marks against your tender skin were beautiful and the smell of your cunt set a fire deep with him. Returning to your abused hole, he relentlessly sucked, licked, and nipped at your clit. When you could no longer endure the assault, your body rose off the couch, thighs shaking from the familiar sensation creeping up your spine.

“Cum...fucking cum for me,” he demanded.

Without missing a beat, you came hard all over his mouth. As you cried out and rode your high, he continued swallowing all you gave, unforgiving in his determination to break your soul. You could swear you heard him praising you, but who were you to say when the world was currently spinning. You fell back down, body exhausted from your orgasm wondering how you never had one this powerful before. Miraculously, your senses came back to you and you felt Jimin kiss your body sweetly as he crawled back up to meet your eyes.

“Hi.” He whispered, the shit-eating grin on his face sexier than it should be.

You attempted weakly to reply, but a small huff was all you could manage. Jimin loved the way you felt under him, dropping his head in order to reward you with the sweetest kiss. You had never kissed someone that ate you out before and the taste was interesting to say the least. Jimin, however, was unbothered by it, his tongue focused on tasting every inch of your mouth.

Pulling back slightly, he let his eyes rove over your face before standing up. You panicked wondering why he was leaving, but before you could say anything, he put his shirt on and spoke.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, baby. I don't want to overwhelm you.” He bent down to kiss you and then walked off to the bathroom. To say you were freaking out was an understatement. Did you do something wrong? Was he disgusted by you? It seemed like he couldn’t run away fast enough, but it did look like he had enjoyed it. Already ashamed that you had acted so brazenly, you quickly got up and found your dress throwing it over your body before running up your stairs and into your bedroom.

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