#I’m not being mean; I’m being overstimulated and driven to insanity

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I’m a musician and I recognize the need for practice BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DOES EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE HAVE TO PRACTICE THEIR INSTRUMENTS AT EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY

I’m trying to get shit done and the constant noise is sucking the life out of me. The man finished the whole upstairs himself for his instruments and didn’t even think of soundproofing for recording purposes. I haven’t even found a place yet and I’m already looking at soundproofing.

[twinklelilstarkey]

poly rafe and topper. beach sex?

A/N: I decided to make it a headcanon, since, for some reason, I couldn’t write that great for it to be an imagine. I’m sorry. *It's very long tho*

Sex on the beach [HC]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader x Topper Thornton

Words: 3.5k+

Type: Smut

Warnings: Minors DNI. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ABOVE! Female!Reader. Mentions of smoking weed. SMUT (threesome; oral [male receiving]; choking; sort of public sex; praise kink; mentions of bodily fluids; and slight overstimulation).

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You're not exactly someone that likes the idea of public sex.

Okay, ignore the day at the cinema. That's different, you were too horny that day.

You just don't like the idea of being surrounded by people when you're doing the nasty.

Just... no.

So, when Rafe told you about wanting to have sex at the beach at least once in his life, you were more than spectacle about it.

Topper seemed fine with it and even excited to do it, so it really put all the pressure on you

Yet, even though you felt the need to give them an answer, both of them didn't push you to do anything, like they never do.

So, it was sort of forgotten.

Rafe had presented that idea around winter, so nobody really was thinking about doing anything during way too low temperatures and risk having hypothermia.

Yet, the idea came back to your head when the days started to get warmer.

You were just being driven to school by Rafe, sharing the passenger's seat with Topper when you decided to ask:

"When you say that you want to have beach sex... Do you mean anywhere on the beach, or somewhere more private?"

Rafe swears to God that he almost crashed right there on that second, but he was able to get full control of the car again a second later.

You were scolded by both of them between your embarrassed yet panicked giggles, as they said things such as:

"You can't say things like that while I'm driving!"

"We could've crashed!"

You ended up all getting to school before you even got your answer, but you also weren't scared of talking about it in a parking lot.

"So...?"

"So what?"

"You didn't answer my question."

With an arm over your shoulders as you held Top's hand, Rafe leaned in a bit to keep his voice low.

"I like the thrill of getting caught, not the actual getting caught."

"So, the second option?"

"Why? Are you considering it?"

Oh, the smile Rafe gave you as Topper asked that question.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

Both of the guys shared a look and soon you three reached the doors of the school. Exactly when you all had to go your separate ways.

After sharing kisses due to not being able to see each other until lunch, Rafe smacked your ass as you walked away while saying loudly.

"Think very well about it!"

Oh, and you did.

That day, you could not, for the life of you, concentrate in class. All you did was think about it a bit too much. You were fidgety on your chair. Legs crossed to try and control yourself.

All you could think about was every single thing you three could do at the beach. Even though the sand doesn't sound that comfortable, the idea of being taken by your two boyfriends over it made everything sound even too good to be possible.

All of that while Rafe and Topper only shared smiles between mutual classes as if to say 'it's about to happen' with just a look.

By lunch, you felt awful. You had to fight your own mind the whole day to try and focus on your classes, yet at the same time think about your needs and wants.

You sat, like every day, with the boys before actually eating just to have some sort of communication. Rafe had taken your favorite seat, so you took a seat over one of his legs instead.

Some of your friends were also at the table, and you were able to greet them sweetly to the best of your ability.

You honestly felt like you were going insane.

Rafe noticed how much you were moving over his leg or how less you were eating. Yet, he didn't say anything.

At that same hour, you made your decision.

You are going to have god damn sex on the beach.

Happy with your decision, you went on with your day. Letting the idea of future possible actions marinate in your head.

Only after classes, when you were standing by Rafe's truck, you decided to say it out loud.

"I've made my decision."

You three were getting in the truck as you said it, so that made Rafe stop from hopping into the driver's seat and Topper from the backseat.

"What did you say?"

You sat in silence, a little smile appearing on your face as you did it, and the two guys jumped in, slamming their doors in excitement.

"I've made my decision." You repeated.

"And..." Rafe said.

"And..." You add suspense, making the two boys look at you with more widened eyes. "I think I would be open to trying it."

Rafe and Topper felt like shouting in celebration on that same second. God, even do a cartwheel if that was needed. They were so excited.

But they played it cool.

"Okay..." Rafe had mumbled at you while nodding slowly, "Good to know."

If you hadn't known him for so long, you would've thought he wasn't interested in it anymore, but he's a faker by heart.

"When are we going to do it?" You asked, eyeing the gloomy sky over the car.

The boys put their excitement behind them and the three of you decide to do it whenever OBX stops having bipolar weather and actually gets warmer. Putting everyone's comfort and safety first.

And until then, you three had to suffer simply with the idea in your minds.

"Suffer" as in your relationship's way to do so, aka having sex like any other day but with another ideal location in mind.

The wait is not as bad as you thought it would be. OBX might have serious problems in having stable weather changes, but when summer approaches, it comes at full speed with very overwhelming temperatures.

That also means: everyone starts going to the beach after school and tourons emerge out of nowhere.

So, yeah. With now clear skies and hot sun under your heads, all you have to worry about now is: where in the heck are you three even going to find a spot to have sex?

Quite an interesting activity, to be quite honest.

You go to the beach with your friends, you look at the trees not too far and tilt in your head, and ask yourself mentally: "Maybe?"

Rafe goes fishing with his dad, stops at someone's port to go get extra supplies, and sees the bushes that meet the sides of the house of his father's friend, which has a beach as their backyard. "Could be possible."

Topper goes out to have dinner with his family in the restaurant with a view to the sea and eyes the huge rock that blocks anyone's view at the other side of it. "Interesting."

It took you weeks to even go forward with it.

And today just seems to be the day.

Your large group of friends had planned a whole Saturday at the beach.

Begins as the sun rises, meets its middle around the bonfire, and ends on the next morning, head throbbing and with nausea due to being hungover.

It's a smaller beach, one that usually only Kooks hang out in - even though some tourons find their way in... something that isn't all that well received - so everything is pretty calm.

At the beginning of the day, when you first got to the beach, you didn't really think it would happen. It just felt too impossible after so many days of planning.

But nobody controls their thoughts after passing a few joints all-around a group of people.

With everyone more relaxed and calm, the evening seemed to go even better than you had expected.

But, that calmness also means that you stop worrying about a lot of things.

Things that have been worrying you for weeks.

You were talking to your friends, the sun was beginning to set, and your full-on attention was on Rafe and Topper in the distance. They had been in the water with some other people, they were laughing and having fun.

But, gosh, when they walked out of the water you felt like you were about to go insane.

Both of them with their shorts pretty low on their hips, dripping with water, skin glowing with the sun... Yeah, you went feral mode.

In your defense, you tried to play it cool in the first 15 minutes. Laughed as they ran after you and your dry-self with open arms and probably with freezing skin due to the water.

But, right after Topper caught you, hugged you, and even put you down, you looked at each other and it was almost as if he could read your mind.

"Where?"

You tilt your head over to your side and Topper looks over. Whatever direction you signed at.

It has at least 4 small storage cabins and the usual sight of thick bushes and trees that blocks any eyes of your friends from looking at what's behind them.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nod with a smile and he looks over at Rafe, who's staring at you confused as all hell.

"I'll go check it out. Talk to him." Topper tells you and you nod.

He lets go of you and you turn all the way back to Rafe. He gives you one of his usual sweet smiles and you give him a kiss.

"Do those bushes look comfortable to you?"

With a chuckle at how weird the question is, Rafe looks in the direction Topper disappeared to and his eyes widen.

"No way."

"Yes way." You nod.

You two are able to join Topper with not even a minute later and you were containing yourself from jumping around them in excitement.

Finally, the day that has been in your mind for so long has finally come.

You three stand in the, hopefully, completely hidden place and eyed what's around you. Just to check if you're about to get spooked midway through.

The tingling at your core has been getting worse and the fact that you're holding onto Rafe's hand is just making it worse.

"I think we're good." Topper says after doing a little walk around.

The boys share a look before looking down at you and you try not to crumble at their intense stare.

Topper's hands are the first ones to touch you. They touch your back softly while pulling you closer to him and you're the one to make your lips meet.

Rafe stands beside you as you do it, and eyes your body up and down, almost as if trying to decide where to start.

Topper's sweetness does a big contrast to Rafe's roughness, yet it's something you'll never get tired of.

Rafe carefully undoes the tie at the back of your neck, letting it gracefully fall off your chest and exposing your boobs to the breeze.

You pull away from the kiss and Rafe undoes the second tie in your back, letting your bikini top fall onto the ground.

His hands come up to hold your chin and head up to look at him, one of them wraps around your neck and tugs you closer to him.

Topper starts littering kisses on your shoulder and you almost whimper to try and finally kiss Rafe.

He smiles at your desperate stare and gives you a peck. You whine and he tightens his hold onto your neck, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe in.

Topper's hands hold onto the sides of your second part of the bikini and Rafe turns you to him as Topper starts pulling them down, slowly.

Way too slowly for your sanity.

Your hands rest onto Rafe's stomach as if to steady yourself and soon you feel Topper stand behind you.

With a hold on your hips, Topper makes you lean back into him and his hand soon finds your front.

Rafe reconnects your lips, yet this time, the kiss is almost rough enough to bruise. You moan against his lips, making your hands hold onto his sides with your nails as his continue squeeze your poor neck.

You let out a moan as you feel Topper's hand cup your pussy. He lays another kiss on your shoulder and soon he starts moving his fingers.

Rafe pulls away and you sigh, trying to look down at Topper's hand while Rafe still holds your head steady.

Almost as if to annoy you, Rafe looks down at where you can't and smiles widely. You whine at both Topper's slow touch and Rafe's teasing and that makes Rafe's darkened eyes go back to you.

"Who gets to fuck her?"

That shouldn't have made you moan, but you're too far gone in your world of bliss to even care.

"You go." Rafe tells Topper.

Topper lets go of you suddenly and Rafe gives you another peck on the lips.

"You wanna ride Topper, baby?" He asks against your lips.

You nod with the best of your ability and he smiles again.

"Get on it, then."

You hold onto Rafe's wrist and pull your head back slightly away from his grip. Almost hesitatingly.

Your eyes fall on Topper and he has just taken a seat on the ground and is taking his shorts off.

You straddle his lap before the shorts can even go down his upper thighs and he smiles at your eagerness.

Before starting, you lean down to give him a quick kiss and he gives your hips a squeeze.

Rafe stands beside the two of you, still with his shorts on, and you look up at him. He gives you a reassuring nod and you look back down at Topper.

With one hand, you hold onto Topper's hard cock and hold it at your entrance.

Your warmth and wetness are able to make Topper let out a moan. And as you slowly sink to meet his hips with yours, Rafe has to put his hand over your mouth.

Yes, you're well hidden but people can still hear you.

You stop moving as you sit over Topper's lap and Rafe takes out his hand over your mouth. You're breathing heavy already and you lean in to have a hand over Topper's stomach.

The boys wait patiently and as soon as you feel ready, your hips start to move and Rafe makes you hold yourself back up.

Topper throws his head back as you start moving up and down and your hand reaches the top of Rafe's shorts. You tug on them and his dick springs free, making you smile at him.

He studies you seriously as you carefully take ahold of his cock and his intense stare almost makes your movements on top of Topper slow down submissively.

Topper sits up to hold you closer to him and your fist finally closes around Rafe's cock.

His tip is leaking and your thumb carefully swipes over it to collect all of his precum. His mouth opens ever so slightly as you take your thumb over to your lips and offer him a grin while sucking on it.

Rafe takes ahold of the back of your head yet he doesn't push you to do anything. You lean in, on your own, and wrap your hand back up around the base of his dick.

He throws his head back in pleasure as you take his tip onto your mouth and that's when you realize that you have stopped moving over Topper.

And he's not even bothered by it. He lays kisses on your neck as you take Rafe deeper and deeper into your mouth, right in front of his eyes, and all while your pussy pulsates around him.

He sucks onto some of the sensitive skin on your neck and gives you slight bites as you continue to pull your head in closer to Rafe.

Rafe, even though he still has a hold on the back of your head, still lets you move at your own pace, but he looks away at the sight of you sitting still.

"Don't stop riding Topper, baby, come on." He tells you.

You follow his words and restart moving up and down, letting your body rise and fall back onto Topper's lap.

He lets out little whimpers close to your ear that honestly drives you even more insane.

You pull Rafe out of your mouth, letting your hand start doing the movements around him as you try to concentrate on keeping yourself steady and hold back your moans from Topper's dick inside of you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Topper whimpers into your ear.

You bring your mouth back to Rafe and look up at him through your lashes. He meets your gaze and you give him a little nod.

At your sign, Rafe starts pushing your mouth towards him slowly. You hollow your cheeks and relax your throat, letting him do his thing.

Topper wraps both of his arms around your torso, forcing yourself to sit more harshly over him and you moan around Rafe.

He smiles after the sensation of the vibrations of your voice and he starts moving your head faster and more roughly.

You are not even doing anything. Topper has taken full control over your movements by the hold he has on you, and Rafe is fucking your mouth.

The pleasure that has been building up at the bottom of your tummy has doubled just with the thought of what's happening.

You can still hear people's voices in the distance, as well as their laughter.

The sand is a bit harsh on your knees and the sound of the sea, not too far from you, is enough to make reawake and understand what type of situation you three are in.

Yet the sudden thought of anyone coming to look for you just gives your head the little extra thought to send you overboard.

Rafe's eyes are closed, his movements only slow down whenever you gag over how forcefully he's hitting the back of your throat, and Topper is moaning close to your ear.

You grip onto Topper's hair as you feel close to reaching your peak and he pulls away to look at you.

"You can let go, princess." He whispers at you. "Don't worry about it."

Rafe reopens his eyes at his words and pulls your mouth away from him. He takes a look at you and you look down at where your body meets with Topper's.

Your clit continuously grazes over his pelvis and you feel getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

And you're squeezing him so tight that it's also starting to bring him over the edge.

Your muffled moans over Rafe's hand again, the way you're clinging onto his hair, the way your boobs are right by his face, bouncing with your body, the sounds of your wet pussy slapping against his him... He knows that he's close.

Rafe watches the two of you with his darkened eyes and right as you try and reopen your eyes from your building-up orgasm, your eyes meet his and you finally reach it.

Your moans get louder but Rafe's hand is just enough to muffle them enough and Topper accelerates slightly, riding out your orgasm and bringing his closer.

Your eyes never leave Rafe as you breathe heavily and his hand is tight over your mouth.

Topper's hold on you tightens and you drift your eyes over to him. Rafe uncovers your mouth and you bring Topper into a kiss. You muffle his moans with it and right as you do it, you feel the ropes of his cum coating your inner walls.

You pull away and he breathes heavily against your lips, looking at you with half-closed eyes, lost in the moment.

Rafe's hand, the one that has been sitting on the back of your head, moves, and pets your hair comfortingly.

You look up at him and your heart tightens at the fact that he hasn't even come yet and he's being all careful and soft with you. Very unlike him during these sorts of situations.

"Do you want me to ride you?"

Rafe considers saying 'no' due to you looking too tired, but your pulling onto his hand tells him otherwise.

"Sit." You tell him.

You lift from Topper's lap as Rafe sits down and you quickly straddle him. Your hands cup his face, seeing the soft look he has, and give him a kiss.

You slide him inside of you, not letting even one drop of Topper's cum drip off you, and you let your pussy adjust to his bigger size before starting to move.

Your mouth had already made Rafe get close to his peak, with all your moans and how far he was able to take you. But your pussy, god, Rafe already feels like he's falling apart.

You move at a rhythm similar to the one you were doing with Topper and you can already Rafe twitch inside of you.

"Come inside of me, please." You sigh in Rafe's ear.

He squeezes onto your waist, but not to hold you steady, if anything, it just to encourage you into moving further.

You bring him into a kiss just like Topper and then you feel him come. His face almost creates a frown and he holds onto you closer to him.

You slow down your movements as you feel his muscles spasm very, very slightly at the overstimulation under you.

Your sweaty chests are attached to one another and you close your eyes for a second as you feel him relax against you.

After a few seconds, you give him a peck on the lips and look over at Topper while Rafe rests his head onto your shoulder, feeling out of breath.

"Does this complete your wish?" Topper asks Rafe playfully.

He raises his head from your shoulder and looks at him.

"We can always go further whenever they all pass out." He answers while pointing at your friend group in the distance.

"What? Around the fire?" You ask.

"I heard having sex in the water is like in the pool." Topper lifts his eyebrows as he speaks.

Rafe looks at you in question and you can't help but laugh.

"You two are unbelievable."

Is this good? I'm never confident in my smut. I feel like I sped it up too much and gave it too much plot. 

Lmk what you think! (Pls)

[monokyokyo]

Hellish Delights | Woosan

Pairing: Sub!San, Top Wooyoung,

Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play

Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.

For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.

So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.

Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.

It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.

The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”

“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”

“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”

“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.

“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.

“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”

“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.

He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.

So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”

“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.

“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.

That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.

What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~��

“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.

“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.

The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”

“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”

The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.

Fuck, he's so sensitive.

Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.

“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”

The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.

It was delightful.

Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.

He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.

San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.

“Wooyoungie~ Please~”

“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.

“I need more~”

A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.

He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"

Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.

"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"

"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.

San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.

Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.

"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"

"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.

San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.

"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."

"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"

"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.

All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"

"N-No but…"

"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”

If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”

“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.

However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”

“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.

“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.

He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”

“Wooyoungie~”

This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”

Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.

He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.

“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”

“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.

“So good, baby.”

“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”

“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.

It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.

The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.

“No more teasing,” He whispered.

Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.

“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.

“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”

Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.

Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.

“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.

The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.

“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.

“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.

“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”

This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”

San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.

“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”

San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.

He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”

The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."

Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”

“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”

“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.

“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”

“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”

“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”

San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”

“I love you more, Sannie.”

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OOH OOH can you do an nct reaction to their s o faking their own death to escape them???

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Taeil: Taeil would cry when he saw you packing your bags. He knew that you were unaware that he had come home early and had read the suicide letter than you had left on the coffee table in the living room. It would hurt him to know that you hate him so much that you’d go so far as to fake your own death so that you could leave him. He’d only cry more when he saw the look of pure fear spread across your face when you turn around to leave only to nearly run into him. He’ll do whatever he can to try and get you to stay with him on your own free will, if that doesn’t work then he knows he’ll have to resort to violence which he knows won’t help the situation.

“Babe please, I know I can be a bit much but please understand that I am this way because I couldn’t possibly love you any more than I already do. I’m doing this because I want to keep you safe. Please unpack those bags and lets talk about this civilly. I promise I won’t punish you if you talk this out with me. I’ll only chain your foot to the bed this time.”

Taeyong: Out of all the NCT Yandere boys, Taeyong is the one you want to piss off the least. He’s not afraid to push you past your breaking point if that’s what it takes to punish you properly for any attempt of escape that you may make, especially if the attempt includes faking your death. You may not know it but he actually doesn’t like hurting you, it’s just that he believes that he has to in order for you to realize just how much he loves you, in his mind- the more he hurts you- the more likely you’ll be to realize that he just wants you to love him back the same way he loves you. You won’t be able to tell this from his facial expressions or from the words that he speaks because he keeps a harsh facade going no matter what the circumstance is but his actions do speak louder than words. If you think punishments for normal attempts to escape are bad then, honey, you’ve got no idea what’s coming for you if you try faking your death. The punishments will be 10000000000x worse. He’ll chain you to walls, tie you to the bed, deprive you of your sense of touch, sight and hearing to the point that you’re nearly driven to insanity, he’ll beat you with whips, spank you, overstimulate you, anything he sees fit until you can’t do anything but cry out his name and apologize and promise you’ll never do that again over and over.

“I want an explanation of why you feel so inclined to break my rules and leave me. You will give me that explanation and you will apologize for everything that you’ve done. Once you’ve apologized enough then I’ll unchain you and let you leave this room, until then enjoy the darkness and pain that I’ll inflict upon you.”

Johnny: You had pretended to poison your own coffee, which wasn’t entirely a lie per se. You put a drug in there that you knew would make your mouth foam and knock you out for a while so that it’d seem as though you were dead. Since this was the only option you had for faking your death you decided to give it a shot and hopefully it would work. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. Johnny’s too smart to fall for any of your shenanigans after having dealt with so many of your attempts before. You’d wake up from the drug induced sleep to find yourself sitting in the same chair at the dining table that you had fallen asleep at, however, your arms were now tied behind your back with the remainder of the rope being wrapped around the chair. You’d look over to the side after struggling against the rope to see Johnny watching you intently.

“Good morning sweetie. How was your coffee? Did you sleep well? I hope you did. I bet you would’ve slept better if you didn’t have all that foam running down your cheek though. Here, let me help you wipe that off. There. Now why don’t you tell me why you tried to fake your own death? and don’t try to play dumb, I know that’s exactly what you were doing. Start explaining or I’ll pour this pot of boiling water over your lap.”

Yuta: Holy shit would he be pissed pissed PISSED. “P” to the “I” to the double “S” “E” “D”!        P.I.S.S.E.D!!!!!!       How dare his little darling die without his permission! He’d go on a rampage: screaming his lungs out, smashing valuable belongings, swiping things off of counters and shelves, overturning furniture… you name it!!! Of course he wouldn’t completely believe that you were dead just because of some flimsy suicide letter and opened window. His love for you was too strong to make him be fooled so easily. Deep down there’d be some rational telling him that his darling could still be alive. He’d calm himself just enough to go and check the window, your body being nowhere in sight despite the 8 story fall that would surely have killed you on the spot if you had actually jumped. This would normally be where the yandere would sigh in relief and rejoice since that’d mean that their victim is still alive but that wouldn’t be the case for Yuta, in fact, he’d actually be even more pissed than before. How dare you try and escape by faking your death! He’d scour the city for you and once he found you, don’t expect to be shown any mercy!

“You really thought I’d believe that you were dead? You really thought that you could just leave me??? I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND Y/N! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME!! YOU CAN’T FOOL ME LIKE THAT!!!! now get over here and lets go home N.O.W!!!!!! Just you wait until we get home. By the time I’m done punishing you you’ll wish that you really had died to escape from me!”

Kun: Kun would be heartbroken and angry all at once. You had jumped off the edge of a cliff during another one of your attempted escapes from him and he had seen it happen. He thought he lost you as he looked over the edge in search of your body, little did he know that you had actually merely hopped over the edge and caught one of many branches that hung around a small, cave-like opening just a few feet down from where he was currently standing. You were thankful that you had found out about this when he allowed you to tag along in one of his longer trekking trips as a reward for being good since your last failed attempt. You had both been in the valley far below you, walking down one of the trails he has paved when you looked up to see the giant cliff in all its glory, but what really caught your eye had been a hole that looked like a cave not to far from the top of it. You mentally took note of it once you put down your binoculars and thought to trust your luck if there ever came a time that you found yourself running towards the edge of the cliff to get away from him in the future…. well that future turned out to be now and luck had been on your side……. or so it seemed. You waited until it began to get dark before you crawled out of the hole and attempted to make your way back up the cliff. Once you made it you could make a break for it while since Kun would surly be long gone by this point. Luck had run out for you however because, as you made it to the top and pulled yourself up over the edge, your eyes landed upon an all too familiar pair of hiking boots right in front of you. When you looked up, there he was, the boogieman of dreams and reality, your ‘boyfriend’ Kun.

“You wouldn’t dare have the audacity to think that I didn’t know about the small cave on the side of the cliff did you? Of course I know about it. I know this land like the back of my own hand! When I didn’t see your body in the valley below I knew that where you had ended up. All I had to do was wait for you to crawl back since I knew you wouldn’t stay there for too long. Now lets go home!!! I’ve got a nice set of handcuffs and a well secured, empty room with many locks ready for you. I hope you enjoyed your time outside cause you won’t be coming back out for a long while darling.”

Doyoung: Doyoung would lose his tough guy aura and immediately begin panicking. What had happened to his love to cause their death? When did they die? How did they die? They can’t really be dead can they? Is there any way to revive them? Where’s the body? He’ll go crazy until all of these questions are answered in full. When he finds you alive and well, he’ll at first be relieved beyond belief, picking you up in a tight bear hug and spinning around like a love struck high schooler in an overly romantic k-drama. Once the euphoria of having you in his arms again dies down however don’t expect him to be so nice to you.

“Y/N!!!!! Y/-ah I’m so glad you’re alive! You can’t believe how relieved I am! I thought I had really lost you this time!”

Ten: Ten knows exactly how to tell for sure if you’re actually dead or not. All he’s gotta do is begin stripping you of your clothes then he’ll strip himself, before spreading your legs open and fitting himself between them. Once he’s got that down, if you don’t react by that point, he’ll begin kissing you in the spots that he knows gets you ‘excited’. If you still chose to be stubborn and pretend to be dead them he’ll step up his game and begin feeling you up. After a few minutes you’ll have no choice but to give up your act since you’d be unable to stifle your moans any longer.

“I knew you were still with me sweetheart. Didn’t I already tell you that You can’t leave me? Don’t think that death would be able to separate us, even in death I’ll find a way for us to be together.Death can’t tear us apart so don’t even flatter yourself with such mindless fantasies.”

Jaehyun: You and one of your friend had decided that the only possible way you could escape from Jaehyun’s yandere ways if if you faked a suicide. At first you didn’t know how to do it but then, one day while you were on one of Jaehyun’s ‘dates’, you passed by the clothing shop that your friend works at and an idea popped up in your head. You and your friend could dress a mannequin up as you then you could throw it over the side of Jaehyun’s building from the top floor. The next time your talked to friend they agreed to the idea. That same night you did the deed and everyone was fooled into believing you had committed suicide. When Jaehyun went into work the next day he overheard the news and immediately pulled up every surveillance camera footage that he could get his hands on to see if the news was true. As he did his research he realized that body falling from the building seemed too stiff and lifeless even before it hit the ground so he had hope that it wasn’t real. Low and behold, you began working at the business that your other friend had put in a good word for and after two weeks, you were invited to a grand business meeting. What your boss had failed to tell you was that the business meeting was a joint meeting with none other than Jaehyun’s business since they both panned on partnering up for a major project for the city. You end up be seated directly across from Jaehyun who seems realized, shocked, and infuriated to see you at that moment. You want to leave before the meeting begins but you know it’s already too late, Jaehyun won’t let you out of his sight again and you know it. After the meeting Jaehyun stays behind while everyone else files out until it’s just you and him left, then he makes his move and rushes to your side, grabbing your wrist tightly, and forces you to go home with him where you’ll end up staying.

“I knew the news couldn’t be real. The body in the surveillance footage didn’t look anything like you. I’m glad I’ve found you again, alive and well. Now, I intend to keep you that way. You’re coming home with me, don’t even try to fight me, you won’t win and that’ll only earn you more punishment.”

WinWin: WinWin’s mind would shut down as the thought of his dearest being gone. The trance that would wash over him would consume him wholeheartedly from the inside out. He’d no longer be the bubbly cutie that everyone knows him for being. For the longest time he’d stand in the room that used to be yours with his head hung low, daydreaming about you being alive and with him again. The thought that you could still be alive wouldn’t even cross his mind. After keeping to himself for awhile to grieve over the loss of you, he’d leave his house and walk without any destination in mind or any care in the world to actually pay attention to his surroundings, that is, not until he bumped into someone and heard a familiar voice. He’d begin to look up only to find your frozen figure knocked to the ground in front of him. His eye would soot open as he looked at you before he’d bend over and grasp your wrist in his hand tightly before pulling you up and dragging you back to he house. You don’t know what came over you but something about the way WinWin was now would scare you enough into staying silent as he took you back to the place you had come to hate before you had escaped. 

“How? How could this happen? Why? Why would you leave me? Y/N, why? Please tell me why? Why couldn’t you stay with me? Did you really hate me that much?”

Jungwoo: Jungwoo will lose his shit!!! No matter how you had faked your death, this squish of a yandere boy would become nothing but a complete and utter wreck at the thought that his beloved has left not only him but this world entirely. He’d immediately begin crying the largest crocodile tears imaginable and wouldn’t stop until he no longer had any tears left in his system. If you faked your death by writing a suicide letter thenleft before he got home from work, you’d have nothing to fear in the sense of him turning the city upside down in hopes that he’d find you safe and ALIVE, because he’d be too broken to even move from the spot where he read the letter until he was done crying. He wouldn’t even be able to comprehend the possibility that this was fake at all. Now, if you had faked your death by writing a letter then hid somewhere in the apartment for the right time to escape or if you had pretended to overdose, drown, or suffocate and you could hear his sniffles and wailing as he cried over your “dead” body or near where you were hiding then this plan may not work out the way you planned it to because hearing how upset he is could pull at even the most desperate to escape victim’s heartstrings. Now what would really do you in is if he began cradling your body in his arms and cried into your shoulders, occasionally kissing you. You may end up coming out from your hiding spot or opening your eyes and wrap your arms around his sobbing figure and comfort him, telling him that everything’s OK and that you weren’t actually dead. Once you’d have him calmed down enough, he’d wrap his shaking arms around you and hold you close to him, still crying and whimpering like a kicked puppy, afraid that if he let go he’d lose you for real this time.

If you thought Jungwoo was a clingy yandere before this, that belief would skyrocket 1000000 fold after your ‘faked death’ attempt. He’d really never let you go after that, he’d cling to you like a baby koala clings to their mother.

“Please god don’t let this be real. Please. PlEAsE. PLEASE! PLEASE tell me y/n’s still alive PLEASE!!!!!!!”               “How could you do this to me y/n?! I thought I had lost you forever. I love you. Please don’t ever leave me. I love you so much”

Lucas: Lucas won’t be amused in the slightest. He had found you running away again but managed to capture you and drag you back to your shared apartment again. The fact that you had tried to escape from him again was bad enough, especially when it had seemed as though you were both making progress in your relationships. After weeks of you behaving and acting as though you were undoubtedly infatuated with your “lover” you went and pulled something like this on him? He’d be pissed abut that as is but when he got home and found the apartment to be totally trashed so that it’d look as if there had been a robbery and murder he’d just turn around and give you the most unamused glare. before dragging you to the bedroom to deal with you properly.

“Really y/n? You used our ketch-up for the fake blood? How stupid do you think I am? and, after all this time, all of this was just an act from you? Why can’t you just accept that I love you and love me back? What would lead you to go through so much trouble to try and escape from me? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

Mark: Yes you had left a suicide note in plain sight for him to see. Yes you had emptied a bottle of pills and dropped some of them and the bottle off to the side of the living room floor while flushing a majority of them down the toilet so that it looked as if you had actually taken the pills. Yes, you did your best to labor your breathing so that it looked as if you weren’t breathing at all. What you failed to realize though is that, no matter how labored your breath turned out to be, he’d still be able to feel your heartbeat if he chose to place a hand over your chest to see if you were actually dead or he’d be able to feel a pulse from your neck and wrists. What you failed to realize is that dead bodies are supposed to be close to the touch. What you failed to realize is that the hairs on your body aren’t supposed to stand if he touches you at all. There had been plenty of flaws in your faked death and that’s what ultimately led to your “attempt” at escape to fail miserably. Mark is a very smart boy and he’d notice all of these things as he checked to see if you were truly dead. To get back at you for even trying, he’d start off by running a bath while leaving your “dead” body where it had been found, once it was full he’d pick you up and take you into the bathroom. He’d carry you to the filled bath tub and not so gently or carefully drop you into it. This would catch your attention and your eyes would shoot open immediately while your body would spasm at the pain of practically being tossed in the tub like a rag doll. As your eyes opened, you’d see Mark hovering above your submerged body, a pointed finger submerging into the water causing the water to ripple slightly.

“You’ve been very bad y/n! Did you really think I’d fall for this? What were you even trying to get out of this? Was this an attempt to escape? You should’ve left the letter and the pills alone and made a run for it while you could’ve. That would’ve been more believable than this little charade. Better luck next time, although I’ll do my damnedest to make sure there won’t be a next time.”

Xiaojun: You could feel a cold breeze on your skin as you were being carried somewhere by Xaiojun. You were curious of where he was taking you but you couldn’t risk opening your eyes even just the slightest bit out of fear that you’d be found out and he’d take you back to his place. You’d feel him settle you onto the rough ground and you’d be able to tell just from the smell surrounding you that you were near some freshly dug up dirt. Still playing your game despite growing anxieties, you kept your eyes shut as you felt light mounds of torn up grass and plants being placed over, and around, your “dead” body. After awhile, you’d realize that Xiaojun had stopped and all was quiet around you. Who knows how long you laid there unattended until you decided to open your eyes slightly and look around. You were immediately shocked to find yourself in a shallow grave surrounded by flowers. You panicked and started to get up but heavy metal hit the top of your head hard, causing you to lay down in the grave while groaning in pain, groggy from the hit. Soon, large amounts of dirt were being flung over your body at a rapid pace.The dust began to suffocate you but you still managed to begin screaming! Giving up on faking you death since you knew you had already been found out and could actually dye if Xiaojun chose to continue burying you. The dirt would stop being flung over you as you heard footsteps approaching your grave.

“What’s this? An undead corpse!? Has my special baby really come back from the dead? My, what wonderful timing!”             “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your screams since you died. Hearing those screams right now is music to my heartbroken ears.”

Hendery: He’d know that you weren’t actually dead as he continued to read the letter you had left behind for him. He also knew that you hadn’t even left the apartment. Scarily enough, he could hear your faint breathing coming from behind his closet doors despite being on the opposite side of the room as you are. Since your plan had failed from the start, he wouldn’t be so angry but you still wouldn’t get away scot-free once you’d come out from your hiding spot.

“My love, why do you insist on believing you can leave me? Why do you even want to leave? Have I not shown you enough love to make you want to stay? Do you still believe that the outside world is safe for you? What would possess you to fake your own death as an attempt to leave me?”         “I know you’re in the closet y/n. C’mon out and lets talk about this, OK?”

Renjun: Tears would flow as he held you in his arms. While you and Renjun had been eating your lunch, you secretly texted one of your friends telling them the secret code to come and ‘save’ you. You had arranged that if Renjun were to find you while you were out in public but you couldn’t call the police, then you’d have to fake your death somehow…. this led to you and your new found friend conjuring up a plan to come to your aid by “running you over” once you got the chance to run from him. Once the message was sent with the location that this would happen at, you waited until the perfect time to excuse yourself, saying that you were full and needed to go. Of course you knew that Renjun wouldn’t just let you walk off after having found you so he tagged along. While he was paying for the meal you booked it out of the restaurant and headed towards the location of your future “death.” Luckily you saw your friend approaching in their car as you neared the location. You could hear hurried footsteps following you and Renjun’s voice would pierce the air as he screamed out your name, as it got closer you knew it was now or never, you ran into the streets, keeping an eye on your friends approaching car, then stopped as it  rammed into you. The force from your friend’s car knocked the air out of you which helped make the scene seem more believable but you hadn’t thought of the possibility that Renjun would be fast enough to pick up your body from the street and run off with it before your friend could even get out of their car. You also hadn’t thought of the possibility that he’d have a car to force you into.

Once he reached his car, he hurriedly placed you in the backseat and strapped you in before running to the drivers seat, turning on the engine and speeding away before your friend could reach you. After driving for awhile, he’d pull over long enough to lower his head and cry for a few moments while speaking you through through broken sobs.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’ll be OK. I know the car didn’t hit you bad enough to kill you, you’ve just had the air knocked out of you is all. I know you’ll be OK. I know it’d be best if I took you to a hospital to make sure but I can’t risk anyone taking you away from me, I don’t want to lose you again. Lets go home and I’ll make you some tea and soup. I’m not a doctor but I can try to check if you have any broken bones once your feeling a little better. I just can’t lose you again, I can’t.”

Jeno: “Really y/n? Did you really think that I’d believe this? Even a two year old would be able to tell that this blood is from those fake blood packets that you get in Halloween costume kits. and that knife is so childish. This entire act is deplorable! If you’re going to fake your death at least make it seem slightly realistic!”

Haechan: He’ll tear the entire country apart if that’s what it takes to find you. He won’t let his love and desire for you die until he’s certain that you’re actually gone. God forbid that he finds you alive, he’ll capture you and show you how you should never cross him like that. He may be pissed off enough to call in Taeyong to help serve your punishment to you. If you’re going to fake your death to escape from Haechan you better have a way to leave the country and get as far away from him as possible as quickly as possible otherwise you’re really going to suffer for it.

“I gave you a chance to be treated like royalty. I didn’t even force you to be with me, to came to me on your own yet you think that you can leave just like that? Once you’re with me there’s no backing out. How dare you think that you could fool me like this!”

Jaemin: “I never imagined that you’d actually bash your head with the hammer, kudos to you for at least trying to make this seem real. But really, everyone knows that it’d take much more of a bash to the head than that to kill someone. You’ve barely even bled. Now give me the hammer and lets get you cleaned up.”

YangYang: He isn’t too worried about it because, if you were really dead, there’d be a body laying around for him to find. No body = you’re not actually dead. He’ll be pissed that you faked suicide to escape from him but he’ll drop it so long as he finds you and brings you back.

“I won’t punish you this time since you made it so obvious that this was fake. Well…… actually I will punish you. I can’t just let you think that you can do this and get away with it. Get to your room and wait for me, I’ll be there soon. First I have to clean up the mess you’ve made…………. Or maybe that could be part of your punishment.”

Chenle: Chenle’s is a very sensitive yandere, He just wants your love. Why can’t you give it to him?! The more you make him realize that you hate him, the more heartbroken he becomes. If you fake your death Chenle will break down in uncontrollable tears.He doesn’t want to lose you like this. If he’s going to lose you at all then he at least wants to lose you but know that you’re alive and well after you leave him. You’ll have to come out from your hiding spot and consolidate him in order for him to stop crying.

“Why do you hate me so much y/n? What did I do to make you hate me like this?”

Jisung: He’d be confused about why yo thought you had to go this far to escape from him. He’d be confused about why you want to escape from him so badly. He’ll scratch his head in wonder and asks you why you’d dress up a log to look like you and push it into the lake to make it seem as though you had drowned yourself.

“Why do you insist on scaring me like this? I know what I’m doing isn’t right but I can’t help it. I love you too much to let you leave me. I know I’m crazy but isn’t crazy love what most people want?”

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Can you tell that I began to lose my spunk as the reactions continued?

I apologize for that.

I also want to apologize for making the reactions so similar to each other.

~Savie