#LongNight23

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: werewolf! Yunho x f! yn (you can imagine yn as any species, she's kept ambiguous)

Word Count: 1910

Warnings: cursing, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural au, werewolf au, E for explicit

Summary: On the week of the solstice, Yunho's rut starts.

Written for @cultofdionysusnet’s winter solstice event <3 took me a bit to get it down lol, and a big thank you to @sanjoongie for beta'ing hehehehehe <3 love u bae

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), praise, degredation, cum play, breast play, lactation kink (guys ignore the science behind it), knotting, breeding kink, overstimulation, subspace (i think it falls under it), creampie, multiple rounds, pet names

I've never written a werewolf au before so i hope its good <3

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You perk up at the sound of the door opening, hearing the tell-tale signs of your boyfriend jingling his house keys as he hangs up his coat. “Yunho, you’re home early,” you call out, finishing up washing your lunch plates and wiping your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong, my love,” Yunho responds, his voice liting. You know the sound well—his pre-rut is starting and you’re sure he’s hard in his pants. “I just got sent home because I started my pre-rut early. Must be the solstice.”

Bingo. The week of the winter solstice is when the werewolves’ inner selves are their strongest, and schedules are thrown off every year. You’ve been quite excited for this year’s solstice rut—the last two Yunho wasn’t comfortable enough sharing that side with you and after long discussions, it will be the first time you spend it with him.

You take a deep breath in before coming around the corner to properly greet your boyfriend, unwilling to make him feel pressured by your eagerness. “Do you want something to eat?” you ask as you wrap your arms around him and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the beef we have in the freezer.”

Yunho shakes his head, letting it drop to your shoulder. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of your body wash. “No, not right now,” he sighs through his nose. “I need a moment. You– you smell good.”

You open your mouth to say something but your breath catches in your throat as you feel his growing hardness against your hip. You knew his dick was big, but…it feels…bigger. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together.

“YN.”

Yunho’s voice breaks you out of your fantasies. “Ah– yes?”

“Are you ready?” His voice is strained and you cock your head, confused. His eyes are dark and he licks his lips, neck veins popping as he holds himself back. “Coming home didn’t help with my pre-rut. You smell too good. Too fertile. I need you and I need you to tell me yes or no now before I lose control.”

“Fertile?” Your eyes widen more and you only vaguely remember a conversation held a while ago when Yunho warned you that in his solstice-rut, his wild instincts take over more so than usual and he will be saying and doing some out-of-pocket things. And somehow, it only serves to make heat sear in your core.

“Answer me, YN.” Yunho’s voice dips and your arms tighten around his waist.

“Yes.”

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Teeth sink into your neck and your hands scrabble to grip at Yunho’s back, scratching down the skin. You’re sure there will be marks when the morning comes, not that it would bother him at all.

“Shit– Yunho–” you moan, back arching as your boyfriend drives his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you. “Fuck–”

You can hardly get a word out without Yunho rearranging your guts with every thrust. You should’ve known this was bound to happen, with the winter’s solstice landing on a full moon, and in turn, the werewolf’s rut landing on the week of the solstice. Not that you’re complaining about how perfectly Yunho nails each thrust into you.

“Look at you, lying there so perfect for me,” Yunho groans into your neck where he has been littering bite marks all over your skin. You’re sure if anyone who didn’t know the both of you saw it, they’d be worried for your safety. But the deep purple marks only serve to make you proud of your boyfriend. “Letting me use your sloppy pussy to my heart's desire like the whore you are.”

Not a thought exists in your brain as Yunho bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, where the old scarring from his mating bite sits. You’re pretty sure you’re melting into the sheets as he grabs your waist and moves you up and down on his twitching member like a ragdoll.

Come spills out of you so easily but Yunho doesn’t stop, just fucking it back into you and letting it foam up around the base of his cock where his knot is slowly growing.

You can’t even count how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, every time you think you can’t, Yunho somehow manages to drag one after another out of your body. The only thing you can feel is Yunho’s cock pounding into you at an unforgiving pace, stretching you out so deliciously.

Your boyfriend has come a couple of times too, your thighs and pussy lips coated in the sticky white substance, but he still hasn’t popped his knot and you know this isn’t going to end until he does. With a groan, you try to shift up, but the bite he has on your skin increases and his hands grip your hips even tighter. “Ah–” you moan, sinking back onto the pillow. You can feel pleasure roll in your stomach and your cunt clench, and you know you’re on the brink of your nth orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yunho whines in your ear, his thrusts erratic and you can feel the base of his cock swelling. “You’re going to look so pretty carrying my pups, all round and perfect for me. God, I’d fuck you over and over just for you to carry my babies. My little cumdump.”

You moan, his words pushing you over to your next orgasm and you throw your head back in a silent scream. You swear your vision goes white and you can hardly hear anything as your hips and cunt convulse. Through your high, you can vaguely feel Yunho still snapping his hips into you as he moans against your neck.

And just as you come down, you feel him push his thick knot inside you, stretching out your walls even further. As soon as it pops in, you can feel him shudder and his dick twitch as searing come fills you up so full. “Shit–” you groan, grinding down subconsciously at the feeling. “Your knot is so big inside of me, baby.”

Yunho groans, thrusting as much as he can, the slightest bit of cum leaking out around his hard cock. Your thighs are burning but you can hardly feel it, just another addition to the pleasure slowly building once again. You’re not quite sure how much more you can take, but you don’t mind finding out.

Before you can think too much more, Yunho’s mouth travels down until he reaches your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently on it. “Oh–” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the sparks it sends straight to your core. The way he flicks his tongue around the bud makes you shiver and your hands come up to grasp at the soft strands of his hair.

“These tits are so perfect, God,” Yunho groans around the mound of flesh. “Taste so perfect for me. Look at you baby, I’m affecting you so much in my rut you’re making milk, huh.”

Your eyes widen and they trail down your body to see the milky liquid trickling out of your nipples. “Yun–”

“Hush and let me taste you some more,” Yunho groans, dipping his head to capture your breast in his mouth again.

His voice is deeper than the ocean, rough around the edges, and it sends vibrations through your body. The grip he has on your hips tightens even further and you’re sure you’ll have bruises blooming in no time. Without warning, he bites down on your sensitive nipples and you squeal, fingers pulling at his hair as your cunt grips down on his cock. Without mercy, his fingers immediately come up to play with your unattended nipple, rolling the bud between the digits. You can feel milk streaming out of it and you moan.

“Yunho, please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, and Yunho chuckles.

“So needy for me again, slut,” he hums around your breast, sharp teeth scraping the skin gently.

You open your mouth to complain, but before any words can come out, you feel a great pressure on your pussy and with a pop Yunho pulls his knot out. “Fuck!” His hips have been slowly grinding into you, knot deflating bit by bit, but it was still big enough to sting when he pulled it out carelessly. But the pain is what you absolutely adore and your mouth drops open as he leaves the tip of his cock in your hole.

It’s still pumping come into you slowly, but with how loose you are after that fucking, you can feel his come pouring out of you. You try to squeeze your legs together to stop the flow and keep the full feeling, but your legs are too jelly to even curl your toes. Yunho just chuckles, bringing the hand down that was playing with your breast to lazily press his come back into you, as well as the milk clinging to his fingers.

“God, you don’t understand how much I want to taste you right now,” Yunho growls, his cock twitching again. “But keeping you nice and full and stuffed is my top priority. Fill you with my pups and keep your tits full.”

Before you can say or do anything again, he slowly pushes his dick back in your wet heat, his knot popping back inside you with ease. Your body is hardly able to react, soft moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.

As Yunho smirks down at you, he scoops up the leftover come on your walls and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off the sticky remains. “Fuck, you taste just how I dreamed of,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he flashes his sharp canines. “Really should keep you warm and pregnant for me—you’re so impossible, YN. I don’t know how the fuck you do this to me.”

You don’t think he even knows what he’s saying, too drunk on the winter solstice’s power to fully comprehend what he’s saying. You can’t get pregnant from him right now anyways, the birth control you use specifically for multi-species relationships. Plus, his come doesn’t have the right potency until the full moon and there’s no way in hell you’re letting that monstrous cock near you (although you dream about it).

Your thoughts are cast away as Yunho’s hands come up to fondle your breasts again, causing more milk to leak out and he immediately dips his head down to suck at your peaked nipples. “Yunho,” you breathe out, no energy to call out his name even louder, “please.”

The ache of your body is finally hitting you and you’re limp on the stained sheets. The haze in Yunho’s eyes clear up a little and he shifts, keeping his cock in you but slowing his grinding. “You’re so sweet for me, YN, letting me use you like this. You can sleep if you want, I need the knot to go down anyway.” His large hands leave your breasts to brush strands of hair away from your sweaty face. “I’ll wake you up for dinner,” he hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Exhaustion takes over your body and you feel your eyes flutter shut as Yunho continues to stroke your hair. “I love you, puppy,” you mumble, halfway to sleep already.

“I love you too, my moon.”

[sanjoongie]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

🌑My submission for the Long Winter's Night event by @cultofdionysusnet

🌑Pairing: Shadow Demon! Choi Soobin x Human! Reader (f)

🌑Genre: smut, somewhat pwp, fluff

🌑Au: Supernatural au, demon au, shadow realm au

🌑Trope: strangers to lovers

🌑Rating: 18+, MDNI

🌑Warnings: tentacle sex, sex pollen, sub! Soobin, dom! Reader, 69 position, oral (m&f), deep throating, colored cum (it's my thing okay), oral fixation, spit kink, marking, nipple play, breast play, penetrative sex with no barrier, fingering (f), hand kink (because soobin has massive hands), aphrodisiacal cum, creampie, aftercare, sex in water, pull out method

🌑Word count: 4,277

🌑Beta’s: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii

🌑Summary: During the day in which night is the longest, and therefore the shadows, you unknowingly walk into the shadow realm, but luckily, a demon takes you under his… shadow tails

🌑divider by @cafekitsune

“Goddamn last minute customers,” You grumbled to yourself as you reached for your keys in your purse. 

It was late at night, with the full moon high in the sky. One would think it would illuminate the world a little bit more but to you it just made it so the shadows were longer. 

You had just finished your shift at work and had locked up but not before getting extremely pissed off by someone who had claimed ‘they just wanted to look’ and kept you way past closing time. Still grumbling, you fumbled to unlock your car when you froze in fear. Were the shadows moving?

A street light went off farthest from you. You would have shrugged it off as a normal occurrence until the next one besides it and the one after that blinked dead. Fear gripped you firmly but you didn’t drop your keys until what you could only describe as a mixture of a bull and a dog slowly moved out of the shadows. Smokey darkness clung to it but its eyes were a bright blue that penetrated the darkness. 

Then it broke out in a flat out run towards you.

You turned as quickly as you could, dropping your purse and booted it out of the parking lot and down the road. No one was out at this hour and even if you screamed for help, no one was coming. You could hear the scratching of the creature's nails on the pavement as it took the corner onto the road and you knew you had no chance of outrunning it. Your eyes found an alleyway that surely the creature couldn't follow you into, and you squeezed into it. 

You closed your eyes tightly, struggling with keeping your breathing at a slower pace. You didn’t want to give away your location, and you hoped that the creature would simply run by you and you would be safe.

You waited and waited but you didn’t hear any growling to indicate the creature had found you. You didn’t hear any jaws snapping or cracking of the brick as it attempted to make a hole for itself to get to you. So you opened your eyes but you were not met with the brick wall that had been before you only moments before. 

Your lips parted in wonder at what your eyes took in. The entire realm before you was painted in dusky colors of purples and blues. Toadstools as tall as trees stretched up into a sky with beautiful celestial features. A golden bat screeched over your head, wings flapping enthusiastically. A silver hedgehog and its family snuffled around, looking for food. You were definitely not in your world anymore.

“What’s a human doing in the shadow realms?” A sultry voice said from seemingly nowhere.

“The…shadow realms?” You weren’t sure you heard right.

The voice sighed. “I forgot it was the longest night.”

You looked around but you couldn't see anything other than beautiful blue moths fluttering in the air. “Listen, if you could just help me get back?”

Shadows pooled down a mushroom stalk, making a line down the pale flesh, but still whoever was talking to you did not reveal themselves. “How did you get here?”

“There was a creature hunting me. I fit myself into an alley and closed my eyes and now I’m here.” You shrugged. “You tell me.”

“I don’t… you didn’t come through a portal? No one tricked you to follow them in? You sure you didn’t hear any giggling?” The voice sounded hesitant now.

You stepped forward, swinging your head around, trying to locate the owner of the sultry voice. If you were to hazard a guess, it seemed to be a male voice but you were in a world that wasn’t exactly familiar right now. “No giggling.”

“I guess I should escourt you back to my hut. You’ll be safe there until I can help you find your way back. You don’t want to be out here. There’s much worse things out there than that creature, let me tell you.”

The line of shadow continued its trail down the mushroom’s stalk, skirted over rock and around flowers, and made an odd pool before your feet. Slowly, a figure emerged upwards. First a head, then shoulders, a narrow waist and legs. The figure stayed draped in shadows. It cocked its head at you. 

“Who are you?” You gulped but dared to ask.

“A better question would be what am I but I guess I can answer your first question.” The shadows pulled back to reveal luscious lips and big brown eyes. 

You bit down on your lip to suppress a gasp. It was a he and he was handsome. The shadows only pulled back to form clothing that seemed silky and soft but you wouldn’t know unless you touched them, you supposed. “My name is Soobin.”

“I--”

Soobin held up a hand. “Don’t tell me your name. The less I know about you the better. I’ll refer to you as Sunshine.” He pursed his lip to one side. “All you need to know is I am a shadow demon. This entire world is dangerous to a human. You come from a world that needs sunshine and this world thrives on shadows and moonlight. Everything here is built to lure you to your demise. Even myself.”

You watched in slight awe and fear as several tail-like appendages fanned out from behind Soobin. He almost appeared as a fabled nine-tails. He was glorious and beautiful. But he had just finished saying he was a shadow demon. Surely you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that…

You laughed nervously. “But you’re going to take me to your hut? For safekeeping?”

The skin around Soobin’s eyes crinkled and he laughed. “Yes.”

“Even though you just warned me that you are built to lure me to my demise?”

Soobin pressed his lips together in determination. “Yes. I may be built to do that but I choose not to.” His dark eyes wandered around. “But not all demons will approve of my choice. We have to get moving.”

You followed your savior but you couldn't help but gawk at the world around you. A purple bear flashed it's golden claws as it dug into a blue beehive. A silver owl swooped overhead, catching mice also out for the (day?) night. You came across beautiful blue flowers that smelled divine. You picked one and inhaled deeply. It was such a beautiful place, if not for Soobin’s warning, you almost didn’t want to leave.

Your body began to tingle. Your hand smoothed over the rough bark of the silver tree beside you. You gasped at how pleasurable it felt. Your lower half tightened and your nipples pebbled. You felt like you were just thoroughly made out with, you were so turned on. Where did this come from?

Soobin turned around from walking in front of you. His lips were so plush. What would they look like wrapped around your fingers? Do Shadow Demons have oral fixations? Would he let you sit on his face? You shook your head. The hell was wrong with you right now?

“Are you okay?” Soobin was standing right in front of you now, not a hair's breadth away. 

You sucked in your breath. “No.”

Soobin frowned cutely. He manhandled you gently, turning you around, looking for scratches or leeches. You were a human, a creature of light. Everything in the shadow realm wanted to suck the sun from you. “How do you feel?”

“Like if you would let me pin you up against a tree and take you in my mouth,” You deadpanned.

Soobin broke eye contact with you and swallowed loudly. “Shit.”

You brushed your lips against Soobin’s lips while you spoke. “Would you? Would you let me?”

“You are infected with our flower’s pollen. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Soobin danced out of your reach easily. His shadow tails held your wrists loosely. 

“I don’t know what kind of flowers you have here, but I smelled one earlier that smelled divine,” You purred. You couldn't stop eyefucking Soobin. You licked your lips. “You could pin me to the tree instead. Fuck my face. I’ll be good to you, Soobin.”

Soobin shook his head vehemently. “Sunshine, you have to resist.”

“Resist what, Soobin?” You wondered, tilting your head. “Is it because I’m human? I may not have a second pussy, which I'm sure your females have, but I could be so good to you. Just give me a chance?”

“There’s a way to turn the lust,” Soobin licked his lips gratuitously. “You could turn it to violence. There is a tree that bleeds red sap. I could give you an axe and you could--”

“Soobin,” You whined. “I want you. If I wanted to just get off I could hump that rock over there. I want you! I’ve been turned on and resisted before, this is different. When I think of you, the need only amplifies. I want YOU.”

Soobin looked at you through his fringe. “I won’t have you against your will. Are you sure it is not the lust clouding your mind? That you can think of nothing but sex? Was I revolting before you began to feel this way?”

You willingly raised your arms above your head and Soobin’s tails allowed you. You crossed your wrists, hoping you looked like you were an offering for him. “I give my body willingly to you.

Soobin continued to meet your eyes and then looked away. “I am not a dominant. I do not initiate coupling.”

Soobin’s face became rosy and you couldn't help but coo. His shadows let you go and you rushed to cup his face. You licked Soobin’s lower lip for access to his mouth. He parted his lips slightly and you captured his upper lip between yours in a sizzling kiss. You moaned into his mouth. “You taste like the night air and bitter berries.”

“You have permission to take all the pleasure you need from me,” Soobin offered you, sooty eyelashes kissing his cheekbones, in deference. “I hope you aren’t insatiable and can find some relief with my body.”

“Are you sure, Soobin?” You pressed your fevered forehead to his. 

“Your need for me is alluring,” Soobin said, biting deeply on his lower lip. “I am eager to see what you would do to me given the chance.”

You were eager to taste everything about him. The thin, almost silky-like clothing he wore was discarded easily. You licked and sucked his jaw, neck and down his pecs. You played with his nipples when you realized he was sensitive and cried out when you did. His hands had gone around your body immediately, hands digging into the flesh of your ass deeply. He bucked his growing hard-on against your stomach. 

“You need to be sucked into something, don’t you, sweet thing?” You cooed at the shadow demon.

Surely Soobin’s allure was his innocent eyes and his luscious lips. Who wouldn’t want to be lured into his embrace, to find what he was capable of? He nodded, dark eyes on yours, a curious gaze set to them.

You dropped to your knees and hands smoothed up his hip bones. You mouthed gently at his hard-on and Soobin moaned deeply. He was so velvety smooth yet hard against your lips. He smelled like the deep, sweet earth and you wanted to bury your nose into his skin. You held his cock with both your hands wrapped around them and sucked on the tip of his dick. Soobin let out a choked moan, head tipped back and Adam’s Apple bobbing freely. You used both your fists to jerk him off, sucking and licking the top of his head. Your tongue tingled and you felt your cunt gush with wetness.

You popped off Soobin reluctantly. You spat on the head of Soobin’s cock and frowned when it was colored a dusky lavender. Was that your spit or was that Soobin’s cum? “Did your precum just get me wet?”

Soobin smiled cutely, pushing the apples of his cheeks to prominent little bumps. “This realm is dangerous, I told you that. My bodily fluids are made to make mating with a human easy. How else are we to eat your light?”

You got rid of your own clothing quickly. You then snatched Soobin’s hand and tugged him to lay down on the soft moss under your knees. You straddled his body, your head pointed to his feet, your cunt hovering over his head. “You can eat me like this,” You purred.

You felt airy wisps along your body and felt it respond in kind. You turned your head to see two of Soobin’s tails were pulling your ass cheeks wide. You felt rather than saw Soobin’s tongue along your folds. The tip gathered your wetness along your folds, making you shudder and then he stuck his tongue inside your hole. Your pussy clenched around the wet appendage. Soobin thrusted it in and out of you before burying his face deeper into your cunt.

Not to be outdone by the shadow demon, you laid your tongue flat against the bottom of your lip and eased his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged only slightly before being able to settle him deep down your throat. You set the pace with your deepthroating, and found pleasure in the joint effort of your reduced breathing Soobin’s tongue flirting with your clit. 

Soobin was a mess under you. Your mix of spit and his cum was pooling along his pelvis in a cloudy lavender splash against his lovely skin. You could only imagine that your own cum and his spit had to be covering his chin and cheeks with how enthusiastically he was licking you. 

It was a fight between needing to moan as Soobin pushed you towards an orgasm and needing his cock heavy on your tongue. You couldn't seem to get enough of him. Eventually his tongue on you proved to be too much. You began to slurp and lick up the mess around his cock, leaving love bites along the way. Your nails dug into his sensitive inner thighs, leaving crescent moon marks as your climax overtook your body. You felt pleasure lick at your nerves but you weren’t satisfied, not completely. 

“Sunshine?” Soobin said your nickname tentatively.

“Soobin,” You whimpered with perhaps a little manipulation coating your tongue. “I ache. My pussy hurts. You’ll take care of me, right?”

You squealed when several of Soobin’s shadow tails moved under your legs and arms. They held your head aloft and lifted you off of him. Your body was in the air now, almost as if you were sitting on a chair. 

His eyebrows tilted inwards as he appeared worried for you. “If I release inside of you, you’re only going to need me more. It’s never ending. Are you sure?”

You allowed your lower lip to quiver. “I want your pretty purple cum to paint my insides, Soobin. Won’t you do me the honor? Or do you need me to pull you inside of me, sweet boy, hmmm?”

Soobin whined in the back of his throat. “Tell me what to do that will be good for you.”

Soobin’s tails supported you as you gestured for Soobin to come stand between your legs. “Bring that pretty cock to me, sweet thing.”

You grabbed the base of Soobin’s cock and tugged it until his feet moved him forward. You played the head of his cock along your folds. You could appreciate just how long he was now, in the most intimate part of your body. 

Soobin eased inside of you, eyes on your face the entire time. Even once he was flush in, with your moans tickling his eardrums, he still pursed his lips in a question. “You really want this?”

“You sure are a funny demon,” You laughed and groaned at the same time. “Soobin, you’re cute. You protected me. I would have jumped your bones regardless of the flowers making me want to have sex.”

Soobin broke out into a smile that showed his dimples and you almost swooned in his shadow tails. “Really?”

“Soobin,” You said his name in a sing-song voice, “You’re balls deep in me right now. Really.”

His body waved between your legs, a hand smoothing up your thigh in appreciation of your spread legs, just for him. “You’re squeezing me so tightly.” Soobin gasped as you clenched down at his sentence. 

“You're so fucking loooooooong,” You moaned. “Fuck Soobin, are you--hnnnnnn!” Your words became incoherent as you felt him hit the end of you. This shadow demon really was made to breed. 

“Is it too much?” Soobin checked in, eyes searching out yours as you opened your eyes.

“Oh no,” You laughed, “It’s just right.”

Soobin pressed his lips together and reached out to grasp both your breasts with his hands. His thumb rubbed against your nipples and you groaned. His hands were so big that they encompassed your breasts completely. Your hands glided over his hands and squeezed. “It’s so good, Soobin, please, give me more.”

“More?” Soobin wondered.

“Aren’t your tails meant to help too?” You prompted.

Soobin smiled again and your heart skipped a beat. His eyes twinkled in merriment. Was he truly just happy between your legs; with you? “What do you want them to do?”

Soon one of his tails was satisfying your oral fixation, entwining with your tongue, the light and airy material it was made out of making an entire new sensation in your mouth. His tails adjusted your stance, so that Soobin’s hands were on your ass instead, splaying across your lower back and ass. His tails squeezed around your breasts, undulating and massaging them. 

Soobin licked his lips. “Is it good for you?” 

You laughed under your breath. “Soobin, it’s so fucking good, I think I’m going to go crazy with how good it is.”

“Good, because--” Soobin let out a desperate whine, “I’m not sure how much I can hold out anymore. I need to cum soon.”

You smiled teasingly. “Do you need permission?”

Soobin nodded enthusiastically. “You're the dominant. I’m only allowed to come inside of you if you say I can.”

You put a hand around the back of Soobin’s neck and pulled him in close. “Come for me, sweet boy.”

Soobin closed his eyes and shuddered. He groaned loudly and his hips stuttered against you. You could feel him squirting inside of you and you felt your body react to it. You felt the need to come, you felt the desire to have Soobin inside of you for all of eternity. You wondered how many times a shadow demon could come and would your body be able to keep up.

“Sunshine, sunshine, come back to me,” Soobin whispered to you. His huge hands now cupped your face. 

“Here Soobin, I’m here,” You panted. 

“I don’t think I should have come inside of you,” Soobin said apologetically. 

You looked down your body, covered in a light sheen of sweat and saw Soobin’s pretty lavender come pouring out of your used cunt. Your lower half throbbed at the sight of the creampie. You had been so deep into your lust that you hadn't even felt him pull out. 

“Don’t apologize, you’re amazing,” you reassured him.

“I can make you come again, but I don’t think I should use my cock,” Soobin winced.

You whined at the idea that he would not be fucking you with his pretty cock again. “No, Soobin, I need it!”

Soobin shook his head. “Don’t use your beautiful eyes against me, sunshine.”

You squealed as Soobin’s tails turned you over, facing away from him. You had one tail wrapped around your middle, another brushing your hair from your face and two holding your arms behind your body. 

You felt Soobin’s hand on your ass, rubbing circles on your ass cheek. “I can bring you with my fingers. That will satiate your body. I think the pollen will have run its course if I make you come.”

“But your cum?” You panted. You wanted his fingers inside of you. They were thick and long and--You whimpered at the image.

“Let’s say…” You could practically imagine the pained expression on Soobin’s face, “...I’ll finger fuck it out of you.”

“Oh god,” You moaned, “Please, whatever, just touch me, Soobin!”

Soobin wiggled and turned his middle finger inside of your pussy and you could feel his cum push out to make room for just one digit. You tried to push back on his finger but you had no leverage in this situation. “Another?” Soobin asked.

“Three!” You insisted.

“Someone’s greedy,” Soobin muttered.

Regardless, Soobin pushed three fingers into your used hole and you groaned in happiness. Soobin must have bent over at his waist because his head was besides yours, still fucking your cunt with his fingers. “I’ll carry you back to my hut, don’t worry, I won’t leave you here.”

“Such a--” You had meant to call him a gentleman but Soobin was no longer pushing his fingers into you with abandon. He crooked his fingers and he was brushing against the spongy part inside of you that would allow you to see stars. “Oh fuck Soobin, right there!” You whined.

“Right there, Sunshine? Does that feel good?” Soobin whispered against the shell of his ear. He kissed your temple and murmured words of encouragement. 

You felt his shadows flick across your nipples, in an interesting mimic of two tongues flicking your nipples. “Your fingers are splitting me, it’s glorious,” You grunted. 

“I’ve almost got all of my cum out,” Soobin told you, “You ready to come, sunshine?”

“So fucking ready, oh god,” You nodded.

Soobin ruthlessly thrusted into you, precisely stroking that part inside of you that made you come undone completely for him. You felt your body shudder and you screamed in pleasure. You screamed Soobin’s name, you cursed, you convulsed as you came so hard. You weren’t sure if that was from the pollen or from Soobin’s cum, but it had been the best orgasm of your life. 

Soobin’s tails cradled you until they safely deposited you in his arms, snatching your clothes as he began to walk. At some point he had acquired his silk-like clothing and you snuggled into his chest. You could confirm they were indeed soft. 

“I’m so glad you found me first,” You muttered tiredly. 

“You’re lucky,” Soobin said to you as he strode in the direction of his hut. “If it had been Beomgyu that had found you, you’d be begging for hours to come.”

You giggled. Soobin almost sounded a bit territorial right now. 

Soobin bathed you in a still, dark pool that his hut was built near. His hands on your body stirred some remnants of the lust still in you. You pulled him in with your arms around his neck again and he groaned into your mouth. He fucked you underneath the sparkling skies above, unable to deny you anything, it seemed.

“Sunshine,” He cried out, pulling out just in time and you watched as his cum clouded the water. 

You couldn't help but pout. “Soobin, you’re too much of a gentleman.”

Soobin’s eyes mimicked crescent moons and he chuckled. “You do not have the energy for a frenzied sex session again, Sunshine.”

“Soobin?” You wondered as he brought you inside of his hut.

“Surely you don’t need more?” He said in disbelief. 

“Maybe the appeal isn’t the pollen anymore,” You giggled, “Maybe it’s just you, Soobin. But that’s not what I was going to ask.”

Soobin gently laid you down on his bed, pulling soft warm material over your naked body. “What were you going to ask?” he said, bambi-eyes blinking down at you. 

“What if I can’t get back?”

Soobin sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I’ll have to continue to protect you.”

You sat up and the material slid back down to your waist. Soobin’s eyes were quick to scan over your body although he should be already quite familiar with your naked form by now. His eyes were full of lust, regardless. “Will you do more than just protect me?”

Soobin sat on the bed, leaning with one arm. “I think you’re a bit of a masochist, you know?”

You giggled and Soobin quickly broke into laughter with you. “Yeah, I think so. But you know what? It’s not so bad to be driven mad with desire for you, Soobin.”

A light blush dusted Soobin’s cheeks. “You are a mystery to me. You are a human. You should be scared of how much you want to be with a demon.”

You cupped one side of Soobin’s face. “What if I don’t see you so much as a demon?”

Soobin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Then that would make you a very stupid human.”

You shrugged. “Then I guess you can call me dumb.”

Soobin shook his head. “Sleep. I will watch over you. Then we will search for a way to get you back to the sun.” He looked at you with a bit of disappointment. “You won’t last long here. You do need the sun, regardless of how much you like it here.”

You yawned. “Then you should come back with me.”

Your soft snores made Soobin smile bitter-sweetly. He had to bring you back to the human world. But surely he could enjoy a few hours of watching you sleep, right? It was the longest night, after all. He only wished it was longer. 

[twisted-tales-of-all]

When is the Right Time?

Summary: When you coincidentally run into your first love at work one day, all of the feelings return just as suddenly. As all of the memories rush through your mind, you face the fact that time still refuses to be on your side. Will you fight against it and make now the right time, or will you enjoy the reunion and let fate play its games? Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!non-binary!Reader Genre: Angst, Smut, 18+ MDNI, one-shot, event Tropes: Mutual pining, childhood friends, right person wrong time, chance reunion, fated lovers(?), first love, new FWBs, non-idol!AU (poor MIngi even has two jobs) Word Count: 5.1K Contains: reader uses he/they pronouns and masc terms of endearment, female anatomy mentioned, deep emotions and the discussion of them, pet names (baby, daddy, good boy, pretty boy, pet), switch!Mingi and switch!reader, active role switch during play, teasing, praise, light hair-pulling, mention of sexting, multiple orgasms (afab receiving), overstimulation (afab r.), oral (afab r.), use of sex toys, dildo sucking, protected PIV sex [use protection kids! and remember to clean your toys before and after play!] A/N: This is WILDLY self-indulgent as it’s based on irl events, so it's also insanely specific oops. It also cycled through 4 different idols before settling on Mingi so take that as you will. This is also an entry for CoDN's Long Winters Night event! Be sure to check out all the other entries as well!

"Halfway through!"

"Only a couple more hours 'til vacation!"

All of your coworkers count down the time left today, eagerly awaiting the upcoming two-week break. As the bell rings to send the 5th and 6th graders back to class after recess, you look for the teachers, ready to hand the responsibility back to them. Usually, the 6th-grade teachers take their sweet time coming to collect their students, but you don't blame them.

"Oh, they have a sub. He's already out there. Perfect."

From Kelly's comment, your eyes glaze over the sea of pre-teens to see a tall man with a thin frame turn to lead the disruptive kids back to the classroom. You only catch a glimpse of his back before his figure fades behind the wall, but you immediately recognize him. Your hands begin shaking at the thought of seeing him after years of silence.

There's no way. It can't be him.

Quickly, you follow the class inside, asking the kids still outside for their substitute teacher's name. Even though he only gave them the first initial of his last name, it verified for you that it truly is him. You walk in and make a quick comment to one of the students before reaching the front of the desk and waiting for your friend to lift his head. As his eyes meet yours, you send him a soft smile and a whispered hello as you watch the emotions flood his gaze - shock, excitement, restricting his emotional display, and ending on a soft joy. With his sudden burst of energy, he quickly stands up to hug you. Although it's a quick side hug, you can feel his urge to properly hold you in his arms as he restricts himself to remain professional in front of the kids.

"Hey, you! It's been a while! How are you doing?"

Since he has to start class, the entire exchange only lasts a minute or so, but you head to lunch with a cheeky smile and a burst of adrenaline. With your thoughts scrambled, you sit in the break room and bounce your leg to purge some of your energy. Every fleeting thought in your mind involves him, from meeting him in this very school decades ago to growing up together to drifting apart but reuniting here once again. You remember all of the neatly stored memories of your shared childhood, all of the people who supported the two of you being together; you even remember that last walk home, where you both discussed the feelings you had for one another over the years.

But all of that ended when high school wrapped up. As with many others, your friendship faded into the past due to a lack of convenience. Suddenly, the boy you grew up with and were inseparable from for a decade became a complete stranger. You'd be lying if you claimed that it didn't hurt, but you moved on because that felt like the only option.

Seeing him again after years of silence feels so bittersweet, especially considering that timing would still not afford you the opportunity to work on being together in any way. Of course fate would throw him back into your life only a month and a half before you move nearly 2000 miles away.

Working through the second half of your shift, you learn that his class is throwing a holiday party today. Since you find yourself on friendly terms with a majority of students in the class, you jokingly suggest joining them as your shift ends, only for the joke to become a reality when your friend offers you the opportunity. You follow them inside and spend the remaining hour and a half with them, even helping to deal with a particularly rowdy student.

As the bell chimes to dismiss them, you get some alone time with your friend. Immediately, he holds his arms open, asking for a proper hug now that the kids won't ask a million questions about your relationship. As he holds you against his chest, he apologizes for not treating you well enough in the past. The sudden and unexpected apology catches you off-guard, but you manage to stifle the tears threatening to pull at your throat. Somewhere hidden deep inside of you, this embrace and apology combo struck a chord. As you pull out of the hug, you look up at him and find sincerity behind his eyes, as if he believes that his actions ruined the friendship years prior.

"If I needed an apology from you for anything - if I still had any ill will or hadn't moved past our rocky past, I wouldn't have come to say hi in the first place. I would've let sleeping dogs lie. You don't need to apologize for something nobody had fault in."

"You were such a big part of my life. I felt like an apology was necessary for our past."

Truthfully, you were both pretty mean to one another over the years. Whether built from the hormones swirling at that younger age or due to complicated feelings for one another, you bullied each other as much as you lifted each other up. But you haven't blamed him, not for a second since maturing.

"Life happens. I hold no ill will towards you for any reason."

"I'm glad. I'm so happy to see you again."

The knot of bittersweetness tightens in your chest as his earnest smile and excited tone tear through you. You still haven't mentioned leaving, and he's making it quite hard to even want to. A different version of you would risk it all and stay here if that meant building a relationship with the man you've loved your whole life. But that would mean sacrificing your own plans, and you know better to put yourself first now, even if he's the love of your life.

You walk out of the school together, and he leads you to his car without hesitation, offering you a ride home after learning that you walk to and from work. Although the drive is short, it's in the opposite direction of his current home, so you hadn't expected the offer. However, the bigger surprise comes when he opens the passenger door for you. Your past partners didn't even do that, so for someone like him to do so sends a rush of butterflies to your stomach, despite your mantra to not fall for him again repeating in your head.

Is he just that kind now, or do we both still have those feelings?

You quickly blink away your thoughts as he opens the driver's door. After all, you've been out of each other's lives for years, so - realistically - neither of you should harbor those feelings. You refuse to let yourself spiral after only seeing him once. Even on the off chance that those feelings remain after all this time, you cannot pursue them if you're moving away. That'd be unfair to him.

Luckily, conversation flows between you as easily as it used to, so you ease your nerves and calm those thoughts. Although the short ride passes quickly as you reveal your upcoming plans to move and learn about his recent life changes, you end with another hug and good thoughts. He expresses concisely how glad he feels to have you back in his life, and you mirror his joy. After verifying that you have the correct contact information, he only lets you leave the car after agreeing to meet up again soon.

Shortly after settling down at home, you check your phone to find a message from him. You roll your eyes at the five-years-late response to the birthday message you last sent him but reiterate in your reply that you're happy to have him back in your life, even if he's still a dork. Messaging quickly begins to involve some of the available games on the app. It acts as a buffer to ensure that communication continues even when there's nothing to talk about.

Thanks to a particularly worded message in regards to the game banter - and likely also to residual feelings from the past - the conversation takes a sudden shift into sexual topics. The current game quickly falls into the land of the forgotten thanks to the shift, as you both become way more invested in the possibility of finally hooking up. As you learn more about each other's likes and dislikes and fantasies, you both manage to loop some references to the past into your flirts. He's still much more clever with his words than you, but you quite enjoy it. With starting vacation for the school job, you both have more time to attempt anything together, so it works out really well. So well, in fact, that he offers to pick you up for lunch and fun the next day.

After working each other up the night prior, you're both very eager as you get into his car just before noon. Unsure of how quickly he wants to do anything, you hold back and let him make the first move, but you don't have to wait long. Almost immediately after driving out of your driveway, his hand is on your thigh, his fingers gripping you as if he'd be able to rip your pants off then and there. You already know that you'll have bruises by the time you return home, even if he isn't trying to leave any quite yet.

Arriving at the restaurant, you both compliment each other's outfits now that you can see them in full view. He takes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm, and you feel your face flush. As often as you imagined going on dates with him, you never thought you'd even hold hands romantically in actuality, but he jumped straight into walking arm in arm.

Maybe chivalry isn't dead.

As the thought floats in your mind, he opens the door for you before taking hold of your hand again, giving you butterflies. It feels like he wants to show you off as his, and your active imagination is screaming out in joy. As the hostess leads you to a table, Mingi lets you scoot into the booth before sitting next to you. The arrangement feels awkward at first, as you're used to sitting across from whoever you eat with, but, when his hand makes it back onto your leg, you feel the tension lift immediately. Something about him calms you; he really feels like a safe space.

Due to the plans after lunch, neither of you care to eat much, so you split an appetizer and grab a couple of drinks while sharing stories and witty banter. Lunch passes fairly quickly, and you leave hand in hand after he pays. Once again, the child inside you is thrashing around from joy, but you try your best to hide it. That is, until you're back in the car sharing mints with your head momentarily on his shoulder and he tilts your chin up to make eye contact. Even without words, the intent is clear, but he keeps up the gentlemanly attitude by asking for permission.

In a near whisper, words you yearned so long to hear leave his lips, "Can I kiss you?"

You nod slightly as the butterflies keep any words you planned on using stuck in your throat. As his lips touch yours, you immediately give in to the urge to kiss back. Although he doesn't do much during the kiss, you cannot tell whether he's nervous, holding back, just a bad kisser, or something else entirely. There were no sparks like the fantasies, no eager nipping at one another for more, but you still enjoy it. Once again, he just feels safe. As if kissing him was just natural - something you were made to do, or maybe a semblance of a past life memory peeking through the cracks.

As you pull apart, he makes another witty comment, "So, how was it? As good as you imagined for all those years?"

Due to his cockiness and the safe feeling that you can tell him the truth even if painful, you admit without hesitation, "No, not really."

"Oh? Well then, offer up some advice. What could I do better?"

The cockiness melted away to reveal genuine advice seeking, so you think on it for a moment before finding the words, "I... don't really know how exactly to explain it, but you didn't really do anything. I don't wanna say you kiss like a dead fish, but it's the closest thing I can think of right now. You just... You don't move."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to practice."

The whiplash between genuine and flirty comments leaves you at a loss for words. As you send him a judgmental stare, he flashes a cheeky smile back, coupled with a hearty chuckle that warms your heart. You roll your eyes as he starts up the car and places his hand on your thigh as if it's become a new home. As he drives you to his house, he points out a few places he frequents - a bar that hosts weekly trivia nights, one of the schools he enjoys subbing at, and a sandwich shop that he quickly became a regular at. You take most of it in quietly, only to joke that he's a nerd for going to trivia nights. He invites you to join his group some time, and, although you admit that you feel old enough already thanks to some of your habits and hobbies, you accept the invitation and tell him to let you know if he goes before you move.

When the statement leaves your lips, you begin to wonder whether you've brought up the move too much, but he doesn't react either way. You make a mental note to bring it up less but acknowledge that you need to remind yourself sometimes, too, so that you can lessen the pain of leaving your friends (and first love) by mentally preparing well in advance.

He pulls up to a small house, parking along the street, before announcing, "Welcome to paradise!"

Earning a laugh, he accomplishes his goal and gets out of the car. You follow suit and stay only one step behind him as he leads you into his house and to his room. The room is small and only lightly decorated, but you find it strangely homely. As you take a moment to look around, he wastes no time and undresses while you're distracted. As you turn back to him, the only remaining clothing on his body is his underwear. Feeling suddenly overdressed, you quickly strip off your jacket and shirt while teasing him.

"A bit eager, now, aren't we?"

"After last night's conversation, how can I not be?"

"Good point, pretty boy."

Hearing the pet name, he responds with a low growl rather than another comment. As you continue undressing, dropping your pants to the floor, he eyes you in a way you've never seen before. Normally, men look at you like prey to devour, but his gaze is softer. The long-time urge to finally learn your body after all these years shows clearly in his eyes, but he also looks like he wants to savor the experience and make it worth the long wait. His look isn't how a predator looks at prey, but rather how a fasting man looks at his long-awaited first meal to break the fast. Somehow, you feel treasured and nervous and excited all at once, unsure how he plans to approach the situation.

Slowly, he steps towards you. He places his hands on your waist and kisses you again, pulling your body to his. As he pulls out of the kiss, his hands glide up, reaching for the bra you specifically chose for the event.

"Let's get this uncomfortable thing off you." He softly announces his plans as his fingers struggle with the hook slightly.

He removes the hook and lets the bra fall to the floor. Now, with both of you in your underwear, you take a moment to explore each other's bodies. As his hands knead your chest and glide around your torso, you leave soft kisses on his chest, trying to commit his body to memory. You could spend hours like this, but he starts slowly moving you towards the bed.

"Lie down, baby. I want to show you a good time."

You follow the instructions without issue. He pulls off your underwear only to smirk as he realizes you're already wet.

"We haven't even started, but you're wet for me already? What a good boy."

"Yessir." You mumble out your response, happily taken by surprise by the pet name. 

As he rubs two fingers between your folds, you watch the pleasure on his face. From the looks of it, he's holding himself back, but he's loving the experience already.

"Daddy, please. I want more." You beg, hoping to grab the part of him he's holding back.

"Shh. Baby boy, I want to learn you. It takes time. Be a good pet and wait for me to give you more."

Rather than accepting, you groan and pout in response. His eyebrow raises, and you feel a pressure directly on your clit, causing your breath to hitch. You cry out your acceptance of the situation, saying you'll wait for him. Once you comply, he returns to his exploration of your lower body. He kneads your thighs, kisses your stomach, and keeps track of all of your reactions.

"Y/N, can I eat you out? I really want to."

Although you normally become self-conscious and sometimes even dysphoric if someone gives you oral, you give him the green light. Immediately, he buries his face in between your legs. As his tongue works a magic you aren't used to, your moans catch in your throat and your body instinctively rocks against him, wanting more. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he continues. You get closer and closer to the edge, and your body shows it - your legs shaking, muscles tightening, moans getting louder. He catches the hints and moans against you, proud to make you feel so good with just his mouth.

As you feel the knot dangerously close to snapping, you bring one hand to his head, gripping at his hair, "Just like that. Keep going. Please, please, oh fuck-"

You reach your first orgasm through oral, your thighs trying to smother him between them. When your body relaxes, he lifts his head proudly before claiming that he's not done. He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a pink vibrating dildo.

"Can I? I promise I won't go too hard."

Between the fog in your mind and his pretty face as he begs, you nod but add a condition to it, "Only if you'll also use it to show me how good you are at sucking dick, baby."

"Yes, daddy."

Suddenly, the roles have switched, but hearing him call you daddy unlocks something in you that you didn't know existed. In the past, you hated the term - something your friends jokingly called you as the parental friend of the group - but hearing it from him? In that tone? Accepting your conditions so simply? Something made it turn you on even more.

He places the toy in between your legs, going a step further in your request by making it your dick. Making sure your eyes are on him, he begins sucking on the silicone. The sight is so enjoyable that you almost don't want him to use the toy on you. Watching him suck your cock so needily and desperately both turns you on and validates you.

"What a good boy~ mm you look so pretty with your lips around a dick, baby. Like you were born for it."

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

There it is again. Man, it feels good. He has such an effect on you, to be able to take a word you passionately disliked and make it feel empowering to you. While you revel in the fact that he has such power over you even as a sub, he stops the act and slowly pushes the toy inside of you. You whine as it stretches you a bit, but he watches your face the whole time to ensure that you aren't in too much pain. When it's fully inside, he asks if it's okay to turn on the vibrations. You nod and he immediately presses the button to turn on the toy. Your body tightens at the power of the toy, but he keeps it going while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.

The intense combination of sensations hits you hard. Within minutes, your sensitive body reaches its peak again. Another orgasm rolls through you, stronger than the first thanks to the vibrations urging you along.

"There you go, Y/N. Let it all out."

His sultry tone in your ears adds to the mind fog as the toy's rumble brings your mind to a numbing emptiness. Hesitant to call this bliss, your body continues to shake and flex due to the overstimulation of the still-moving toy. He makes sure to bring you to a third orgasm before shutting off and removing the toy.

"Please fuck me, Mingi. Please~!" You beg as soon as you feel the emptiness left behind from the toy.

"I will, baby. I will."

He reaches back over to the nightstand, switching the toy out for the familiar crinkle wrapper of a condom. He quickly unwraps it, tossing the wrapper aside, and rolls it over himself, jerking himself off a bit before lining himself up with your opening. Despite going in slow, the stretch still stings as he bottoms out. You're still begging him to fuck you, begging him to take your body finally.

"I'm going to move, baby."

This time, he can't ask for permission but still tells you his intentions. His eagerness reaches its peak as he feels your walls holding him snugly. His strokes are hard but slow at first, in case you need to adjust. However, he quickly loses his cool, his pace becoming less consistent as the feeling of pleasure sweeps over you both.

"Just like that. Please, Mingi, don't stop. Don't stop."

As your final orgasm of the day hits, he groans out at the tightening. He continues for only another minute or so before he finds his high as well, with one final thrust reaching deep inside you. After a quick breath of recovery, he carefully pulls out of you, taking extra care to ensure that everything stays inside of the condom. He properly disposes of it before lying beside you, bringing his blanket over the two of you.

You cuddle and talk about everything that comes to mind, even a couple of deeper topics. However, time passes quickly, and he has work soon, so you can't stay in the position forever. He quickly rinses off in the shower, and you begin pulling your clothes back on.

When he returns to the room, he admits, "I want so badly to call off right now. If I didn't need the money, I would've loved to stay here longer with you."

Despite sharing the same sentiment, you encourage him to go to work. He sighs before kissing your forehead and agreeing that he has to even if he would rather not.

"We can always play again another day." You remind him.

"You're so right, actually. Maybe tomorrow."

You lightly hit his shoulder for the joke, but can't fully tell if he's joking. He drives you home before zooming off to work. You thank him for the good time before he leaves, adding that you'd be more than willing for another round whenever he'd like.

Only a couple of days go by before he asks whether you'd be free to hang out one night. You find the date oddly convenient, knowing that it's the longest night of the year, but you chalk it up to coincidence and tell him that you're free the whole day. Excitedly, he asks you to come stargazing with him, and you quickly accept.

You anxiously wait for the sunlit hours to pass, excited about both seeing the stars without the city's light pollution and spending more time alone with Mingi. Since you won't be doing too much, you dress simply in a T-shirt and some dark leggings. You wonder whether he'll also dress for comfort this time around, as you've only seen him in button-down shirts these days.

"Maybe he just likes wearing button-downs?" You deduce aloud, continuing, "He used to only wear graphic tees; maybe this is his new item to stick to."

As you smile at the memory of all the sarcastic T-shirts of his past, your phone pings. His message flashes on the screen, letting you know that he's leaving now, which means he'll be here to pick you up in about 15 minutes. You double-check that you have everything you might need - water, lip balm, keys, wallet, phone, mints. You know that the obsessive checking results from the slight anxiety you get whenever you wait for him, but you can't help it. After checking three times 'just in case,' you give it up. Standing up, you begin pacing the room and checking the clock in a habitual pattern that isn't any better. You know that there's nothing to worry about, and the anxiety fades as soon as you're with him, but this happens every time without fail.

You hear tires outside and get another message from Mingi saying that he's arrived, so you grab your bag and head out to his car. Just as usual, his presence calms you immediately. You greet him with a kiss on his cheek and a quick compliment about his ever-so-handsome face, and he laughs from a failure to accept it.

"Hello to you, too, pretty boy."

"No, no. You're the pretty boy. I'm just lucky to hang out with you."

He shakes his head at your insistence but doesn't continue the compliment volley. Rather, he begins the drive towards the mountains, asking if you're excited while pointing out how clear the sky is today.

The drive of about an hour passes calmly as you make light conversation over random topics. When you get a good way into the mountains, he pulls off the road and parks the car along the dirt and gravel side bank. With the moon brightly shining down and the stars twinkling clearly, you both take a silent moment to appreciate the scenery. After a while, you can feel his eyes on you, but you refuse to turn and make eye contact. Instead, you let the bittersweet feeling seep in a bit longer.

Breaking the silence before facing him, you muse, "I'll miss this. Hopefully, the mountains will give me views this beautiful when I move."

As you turn, you catch the boy beside you try to hide his smile. Regardless, he holds the eye contact and remains silent, so you continue to fill the emptiness with words from deep within your heart.

"No matter where I go, there's never going to be another you. I think that's what I'll miss most - you. I know I missed you these past years. I'm always going to hold you within my heart dearly. Despite timing acting against us, there will always be a part of me that hopes that we'll eventually end up together, that you aren't just the one that got away."

You catch the subtle change in his body language at the last comment thanks to the continued eye contact. The tension in his muscles pains you; you don't know how to accurately read his reaction. Is he shocked? Does he feel uncomfortable? Should you not have said it? Or, maybe, is he thinking similar thoughts? Is he conflicted over the fact that you're moving?

"Sorry. I think I rambled too much."

"No. Don't be sorry. I'm happy to hear your thoughts. It's just..." He trails off as he searches for the most appropriate word or phrase to articulate his thoughts properly, but he gives up with a shake of the head, continuing simply, "Complicated, I guess. I care for you so deeply, but there's always that fear mixed into the love of it all. I think subconsciously I always knew that you'd date me if I ever asked, but it's hard to think about how the two relationships I've had turned so sour that we aren't even friends anymore. I'm terrified of losing a life-long friend because we tried to become more than that."

The strength to keep up the eye contact dwindles as his words reach your ears. Suddenly, you feel tears streaming down your cheeks, but you refuse to wipe them away. Refuse to draw attention to them. The sentiment isn't shocking to hear - hell, you often share the same fear. But hearing it from him aloud feels so different to thinking it yourself. Adding to the fact that the only current option would be to deal with long distance on top of the layers of maneuvering a new relationship and its dynamics, it finally hits you that these hangouts and dates will turn into nothing but a fun fling.

Although you try your hardest to hide your silent tears, the moon betrays you by reflecting her light in the liquid.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just- fuck, I'm sorry."

Now that the secret is out, you wipe away the tears and throw a smile in his direction. You don't trust your voice not to crack and bring upon more tears from the current well in your throat, but you place your hand reassuringly atop his. You hope that your message comes across clearly, but he quickly uses that hand to tug you over the center console into a hug. As your ear rests against his chest, you hear his rushed pounding heartbeat mixed with the occasional chokeback of his own tears. Quietly, you stay together like this as his heart calms and the moon slowly progresses through the dark sky on this seemingly everlasting night.

Taking in what might be the last opportunity to be together like this.

[pyeonghongrie]

Last Kiss

Summary: Nights after your last kiss with Hongjoong felt lonelier than usual, it also doesn't help that the longest night of the year happened right after.

Characters/Pairing(s): Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Angst

AUs/Trope info: Break up!AU

Word Count: 1193

Warnings: references to kissing

Rating: 16+

A/N: submission for @cultofdionysusnet's winter event!

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away?

On a cold night one winter, you spent it with your boyfriend, must like any winter, but this was a winter that couldn't leave your head.

His face looked stern, he held both your shoulders to look hardly at your eyes, "You know that I love you, right?" He said, more to himself than you.

You laughed a this, a bit surprised by how serious he looked suddenly. "Of course, why do you think I'd ever doubt that?" you asked incredulously.

He smiles at your answer, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

I do recall now, the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

Recalling the best memories with Hongjoong, leaving to study abroad, the July you hugged him so tightly that you heard his back crack, pressing your ear to his chest, you hear it rumble as he speaks, "I'm going to miss you, I'll call often, I hope you call often too, okay?"

The warmth of his arms around you comforted you, the steady beating of his heart grounding you just as you needed.

"Of course, I love you." You say, voice muffled into his shirt.

"Yeah, me too." He said, with a tone without too much enthusiasm.

But now I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

Studying away from the people you cared about the most hurts more than you'd like to admit, Hongjoong's scent fading from the fluffy sweater you brought with you just in case you missed him. But you found yourself in them more than not. Hongjoong said he'd call you, but you haven't heard his voice since the last time he dropped you off at the airport.

You want to call him, but every time you text him to check id he was free to call, he'd always be busy with something.

Then again, that's not his fault, time zones can be a difficult thing to navigate around.

The night was longer than it usually was, not just because you were lonely, but also because the longest night of the year just so happens to fall on the day you missed him the most.

As you sit on the floor of your dorm room thinking of him, you notice droplets dripping onto the sweater, you didn't realize the hot tears flowing down your face until it soaked into through the sweater onto your shirt.

You missed him, you just hoped he missed you just as much.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did

Coming back from abroad was a day you waited for, ever since you decided to transfer to a local university your excitement hasn't quelled, you couldn't wait to see your friends, your family.

And most importantly, Hongjoong.

The party welcoming you back was the warmest welcome you ever could've had, everyone you loved around you telling you how much they missed you, you were so busy entertaining your guests you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you.

"You're back." he said, matter-of-factly.

"Of course, I missed you." You smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek.

He smiled at you, hand on your lower back leading you to the center of the room, the music slowing down as he flashes you his award-winning smile.

You rolled your eyes, he likes to show off how good he was at leading your dances. You were never one to dance by yourself, but who could reject him when the whole crowd is cheering or you to take his hand?

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

In your memory, you remember the first time Hongjoong met your father, when your dad felt his firm and sure handshake he smiled at him, instantly gaining a bit of respect for the young man in front of him.

That was the day he took you out on your first of many dates. walking confidently beside you, hands in both his pockets as you talk about everything and anything on your long walks.

One of these walks was beside a lake, you were talking about nothing important in particular, he was watching you intently, yes, watching, not really listening.

In the middle of you rambling, he leans in to press his lips to yours.

You're surprised by the rude interruption, but his cheeky smile made it hard to stay mad at him.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

Reminiscing wasn't something you did often, you found that thinking too much of the past only made it harder to move on. But looking at Hongjoong in your mutual friend's recent Instagram post, his smile finally reached his eyes, just as it used to.

Ever since the break up, Hongjoong hasn't mentioned you anywhere, and when people mention your name to him, it takes him a second to remember who you were.

You think back on the memories you shared with him, sad that they slip through his mind while you sit in your own loneliness trying to convince yourself that you're over it.

Looking back at the picture, you note that they're somewhere you couldn't recognize. You hope he had a nice time, where ever he was.

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

The sun finally rose, it always has, but this time it was literal.

The shadow over your face lifted as you watched the last of your pictures together burn in your fireplace, keeping those picture did you more harm than good.

Some days you catch yourself still asking where it went wrong. But then again, some things are better left to ignorance.

You still miss him, he doesn't.

Even after all this time, his name lingers on your lips, just like your Last Kiss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss Forever the name on my lips

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[cultofdionysusnet]

𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥~ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Think of the one day of the year when the sun sets and the year's longest night occurs. See the moon rise early, view the twinkling of the stars, watch as your air culminates into wisps of clouds. Tis the season of long winter's night, when Earth neither leans nor tilts towards its lover, the Sun. Darkness reigns here fully, whether you embrace that or not is fully up to you~

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Offeringsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

🌕Submission by Rie: Last Kiss (Ateez Hongjoong)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: Nights after your last kiss with Hongjoong felt lonelier than usual, it also doesn't help that the longest night of the year happened right after.

🌕Submission by Topaz: What we do in the Shadows (Txt Soobin)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: During the day in which night is the longest, and therefore the shadows, you unknowingly walk into the shadow realm, but luckily, a demon takes you under his… shadow tails

🌕Submission by Anya: Paradoxum Paradisus (Ateez Yeosang)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: On the winter solstice, you find yourself hunting your enemy

🌕Submission by Jay: When is the Right Time? (Ateez Mingi)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: When you coincidentally run into your first love at work one day, all of the feelings return just as suddenly. As all of the memories rush through your mind, you face the fact that time still refuses to be on your side. Will you fight against it and make now the right time, or will you enjoy the reunion and let fate play its games?

🌕Submission by Haru: Moonlit Prince (Ateez Seonghwa)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: Seonghwa and you always meet this time of year, but what will change when he has a proposal in waiting?

🌕Submission by Daeeun: Long Winter's Night (Ateez Yunho)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: On the week of the solstice, Yunho's rut starts.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🌕🌕🌕ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Thank you for all the members that participated and submitted such beautiful stories on the longest night~ The Fates

[cultofdionysusnet]

𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Think of the one day of the year when the sun sets and the year's longest night occurs. See the moon rise early, view the twinkling of the stars, watch as your air culminates into wisps of clouds. Tis the season of long winter's night, when Earth neither leans nor tilts towards its lover, the Sun. Darkness reigns here fully, whether you embrace that or not is fully up to you~

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Guidelinesˏˋ°•*⁀➷

🌕MUST INCLUDE sometime during the fic, it is noted that today is the day that the night is the longest 🌕deadline: Mar.18th 🌕500 Minimum word count 🌕for our graphic's makers: the edit must have a night sky to represent the 'long night' 🌕must be a member of our net to participate 🌕all network rules in regards to posting applies 🌕please use the hashtag #LongNight23 for all posts submitted for the event

Like always, have fun with our forth season event and The Fates look forward to your submissions~!