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yootaesowlwrites · 2 years

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A Crush On Him - Huang Zitao

A/N: So, I dreamt this and I decided to turn it into a little drabble/fic.

Warnings: AU, fluff, confession, cliché ending.

W/C: 908.

You look out the window as you were preparing lunch for yourself and everyone else you shared the house with, you had been living in a desert-type of place, where the days were warm and the nights were cold, your roommates or more housemates for the past six months, Suho, Xiumin and Zitao, were all hard-working, however, you’ve developed a liking towards one of them, he made an effort to include you with conversations or to let the others know if they’ve gone too far with some jokes or anything offensive towards you.

“Afternoon,” A voice rings out, disturbing your peace, you pick up the plate with a sandwich in it that you had made for yourself and move to sit down at the table. “How are you coming along with your tasks?” You look at Xiumin and nod your head.

“Slowly but surely, the heat is extreme today, but I survived,” You say, he nods his head, moving towards the toasted sandwiches you had made for everyone. “And you?” He nods his head and takes out a bowl for himself, Suho enters the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s going well,” Xiumin says, Suho sits down across from you and gives you a lazy smile. “Although, someone can definitely be focused on his own tasks a little more than others,” Suho shrugs and leans back, moments later Zitao enters the kitchen and moves to get a plate.

“Afternoon,” You say, watching him. “Do you need any help with something?” You watch him as he shakes his head ‘no’, his hair damp from the heat and his skin glistening with sweat.

“How come you ask him if he needs any help, but you haven’t even acknowledged me yet?” Suho asks, you were about to say something when Xiumin says something that had everyone going quiet.

“It’s because she likes Zitao, deeply in love with him, it’s obvious,” Xiumin says, without thinking about what he was revealing, everything suddenly becomes quiet, your eyes widen in horror, and you watch everything happen in slow-motion, Zitao turns around to look at you, and suddenly you could only feel eyes on you, you drop your sandwich, standing from your seat abruptly and moving towards the front door, you needed to get out, you needed to leave, your mind races as you grab a key from one of the key hangers, you rip the door open and slam it shut behind you, you could feel tears forming in your eyes, your vision becoming blurred, you hadn’t put your shoes on, the sand burning your feet as you continued marching towards the gate to exit the piece of land.

“Y/n!” You hear a voice behind you yell, but you ignore it, continuing your journey towards the gate. “Y/n!” You were slowing down because of how much your feet were being burned by the hot sand. “Y/n, stop!” Your arm was suddenly grabbed, and you were turned around, coming face-to-face with the person you had a crush on. “Stop!” You try and get out of his grip, not wanting to give up wanting to get away, you weren’t sure where you would go, but you knew that you didn’t want to return. “Stop fighting against me!”

“What, what do you want?” You ask, your tears now freely falling, you didn’t need to hear the rejection speech, you just wanted to disappear. “Let me go.”

“No, you need to hear me out,” He says, you manage to break free from, his grasp and turn around, ready to make a dash towards the gate, only for him to wrap his arms around you and pull you away from the gate, you watch as your exit becomes further and further away from you before you were pulled underneath some shade of a barn-like building, you were placed on the ground, your fighting spirit completely gone now. “Your feet,” He mutters, you could feel his chin against your shoulder as he looked over you, you refused to look anywhere else besides in front of you. “Y/n…” He slowly loosens his grip around you, your feet aching, you were sure that your feet would be covered in blisters if they weren’t already, he walks around you to stand in front of you, and his hand comes to cup your jaw, and he lifts your head. “Y/n…”

“Please… just… can you actually just go back inside?” You ask, your voice cracking as you spoke. “Please…” You didn’t need to hear it. “Please, just… go, leave.”

“No, not until you’ve heard what I have to say,” He says, his grip almost tightening on your jaw as he has you looking at him. “I know what Minseok said is true, otherwise you wouldn’t have reacted like the way you did, so I’m not going to ask if it’s true, but I am going to tell you how I feel.”

“Zitao… no, I don’t need to hear it, I don’t,” You say, you blink, more tears falling from your eyes. “I don’t need to hear it… just go back to the house.”

“No,” He says, his tone firm. “No, you need to hear this,” You try to pull out of his grip. “Fuck it,” He mutters, his other hand moving to the back of your head, pulling you in closer to him, his lips touch yours in a kiss, your struggling stops, and you lean into the kiss a few moments later.

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exhoe-imagines · 7 years

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Pricey Presents

Anonymous Requested: Can I request some Tao Christmas morning opening present fluffffffff 😘😘😘😘

A/N: YAY SOME TAO!! I love my baby so much, thank you for requesting him!! I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas <3 - Admin Ruby

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings: None

“Y/N.”

The soft murmur of your name had you burying your face further into your boyfriend’s chest, groaning a bit when he chuckled.

“Baobei, wake up,” Zitao murmured, his voice still deep and groggy from sleep. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his waist, sighing in content when you felt his warm skin on your hands. Zitao welcomed your touch and returned the gesture by moving his hands to caress your waist, rubbing small circles on your skin.

You felt yourself slowly lulling back to sleep, only perking up when you felt Zitao’s hand start to tickle your sides lightly.

“No,” you whined, trying to get out of his grasp, but ultimately failing when he held onto your tighter, tickling you faster than before. His childish giggle grew louder the more you squirmed until you finally got out of his grip, sending him a glare once you sat up. He pouted as you moved to get out of bed, and he stuck his hands out, silently begging you to get back in bed.

“I thought you wanted me to wake up,” you teased as you pulled on a sweatshirt, trying to warm up after abruptly leaving the cozy covers. Zitao sent you his best puppy dog face as he shook his head.

“I wanted you to wake up so you would cuddle me,” he grumbled, stretching his arms as he followed you out of bed. You grabbed one of Zitao’s plain shirts off the bench at the end of your bed and threw it at his bare chest, snickering when he stumbled to catch it.

“How dare you treat me like this on Christmas?” Zitao scoffed teasingly, pulling the fabric over his head. Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting the holiday you had been waiting months for was finally here.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” you grumbled, scrunching your nose. Zitao stared at you in disbelief, mumbling something about how he had ‘tried for over an hour,’ but you brushed his words off, grabbing his hand to pull him into the living room.

Your white and silver Christmas tree glimmered under the sunlight streaming through the window, the tinsel and ornaments hung beautifully from the branches. Presents, big and small, sat under the tree, wrapped in different red, black, and white paper. The colors weren’t the most traditional, but Zitao had practically begged you for a white Christmas, and you couldn’t say you were entirely against it.

“I want you to open my presents first,” you told him, and Zitao nodded, plopping down onto the couch and holding his hands out. You handed him one of the smaller gifts first, the little box cleanly wrapped with shiny white paper. Within seconds, the perfect wrapping was completely ruined as Zitao tore the package open, making you chuckle over how excited he was.

He opened the box, smiling when he saw the small stuffed animal inside. Pulling out the plush panda, Zitao blushed a little when he saw it was holding a soft heart that read ‘I love you.’

“I-I know it’s not a lot, I have other presents for you, I just had to get it though.” You moved next to him on the couch, sitting down crisscross as you faced him. Zitao held the panda in his hand, running his fingers over the soft black ears.

“Thank you, love.” He looked up to you, covering his face a bit with his hand as he laughed, his eyes forming into small crescents. You grinned back, happy he was content with his present, before you grabbed another box, handing it over.

Zitao continued opening his presents for a couple more minutes, making sure to kiss you at least once every time he opened a new one. You had gotten him a new pair of sunglasses, a couple of tank tops he had been eyeing the last time you went shopping, and a few pairs of earrings. Zitao had practically screamed when he saw the dangly silver, thanking you a million times before putting them on hastily-making sure to check the front-facing camera on his phone to ensure he looked good.

“Mhm they look good on you,” you told him. The small silver charm hung nicely from his ear, matching his other few piercings pleasantly.

“Yeah?” he asked, playing with the jewelry while you nodded. Your confirmation was good enough for him as he turned off his phone before facing you.

“Your turn.” Zitao grinned, jumping up from the couch to grab the remaining presents from under the tree. You waited excitedly, watching with a grin on your face as your boyfriend tried to balance the boxes in his arms.

“You didn’t have to get me that many presents,” you chuckled, gesturing to the many packages stacked in his grip.

Zitao scoffed, shaking his head. “Baobei, I will spoil you as much as I please.” You blushed and nodded, the endearing term making butterflies in your stomach appear.

You helped grab some of the boxes from Zitao’s arms, setting most of them on the couch and the ones that didn’t fit on the ground. He handed you a couple medium sized packages first, his smirk growing larger when you started to open them.

You carefully tore the wrapping, smiling softly when you saw what was inside. A bunch of clothing you had wanted recently was nicely folded inside the box, shirts and sweaters in all your favorite colors stacked on top of one another.

“Thank you, baby,” you leaned forward to kiss Zitao, pecking his lips soft with yours. The thought that he had remembered exactly what you wanted warmed your heart, and you silently thanked the universe for giving you such an amazing boyfriend.

After you had modeled a couple of the sweatshirts, letting Zitao take a picture of you in every single one and gushing over how cute you looked, you folded the clothes back up and placed them in the box.

The presents didn’t stop there. Boxes filled with jewelry, your favorite snacks, more clothing, and even some of your boyfriend’s own merch were passed your way, and after almost forty-five minutes, you were finally done unboxing them all.

After you had put the last few presents back into their boxes, you cuddled up next to Zitao on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to get me that much.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head, smiling against your hair.

“I have one more gift for you,” he chuckled, and you looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Zitao!” you whined, shaking your head. “I don’t need anything else; I already have you.”

He cringed slightly, laughing. “You’re so cheesy, just let me give you this one last present.” You sighed, knowing there was no way of getting out of it, and nodded.

Zitao reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small silver key, handing it to you. You stared at it incredulously before looking up at him in shock.

“I swear Zitao- if you got a car-“

Zitao cut you off, laughing while he shook his head. “I didn’t don’t worry.”

You sighed in relief, the number of cars your boyfriend owned was far more than enough, and you weren’t sure you were ready to take care of another one.

“I did, however,” Zitao started, and you held your breath, “buy us a motorcycle.”

You looked at him with wide eyes; mouth parted in shock. “You’re kidding me.”

He shook his head, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“So,” Zitao snatched the key from your hand, twirling it between his fingers, “what do you say we go for a ride?”

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chicken-fifi · 2 years

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KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

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smuttyfairy · 7 years

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Do you know a fic with assassin!tao and king!kris??? I think tao is like an omega or something and he sneaks in to kill kris but then he has his first heat and they end up being mates.

anonymous asked:

There’s this fic with omega tao and alpha/king kris and basically tao is like an assassin and he’s on his way to kill kris but then he gets like really horny and then they have sex and kris is like “hey you’re my mate” and tao is basically just like whatever put your dick in me and anyways can you find it?

anyone know it? -Admin Gilfairy

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marshmallow-phd · 4 years

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Secret in His Eyes

Spinoff of Sins of the Father

Genre: Mafia Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: A vacation exploring China’s famous city was supposed to be relaxing. When you witness a horrifying murder, you instead find yourself in police custody, unable to run. Trying to stay alive, you meet Luhan, and you believe you can trust him. You never imagined that he might be the one you should be running from.

Warning: Mentions of blood and gun violence

A/N: Sorry the gif is rough... I didn’t take as much time on it...

Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12

“Well, at least we know where she is now.”

Kris was quick to give Tao a very deserved smack to the back of the head. The latter glared at the one who hit him, but didn’t fight back.

“We don’t know where she is,” Luhan said through teeth clenched so tight his jaw muscles were crying from the pain. But it was either that or completely destroy the room to let out his desperation and frustration.

“There was nothing else in the envelope?” Yixing asked, his own voice thick with worry. “Nothing that might say where the picture was taken?”

Tao turned the envelope upside down and shook it, but nothing else fell out.

“Why taunt you like this if they aren’t going to give a place for us to fall into their trap?” Kris wondered.

Yixing frowned. “You think it’s a trap?”

Kris nodded. “Positive. Why else take her and then send a picture like this? I doubt they know the exact nature of Luhan’s relationship with (y/n), but I guarantee that they know about her involvement with the murder and the investigation against Luhan. Especially since word of us taking her from the motel had started to spread.”

“So, what?” Luhan scoffed. He sntached the picture from Tao and glowered down at the glossy surface. Streaks of lights bounced off photo paper despite the darkness of the subject. Without even thinking, his fingernails ripped through the back of the picture and his handles crumbled the remaining scraps before throwing the ball across the room. “I couldn’t care less as to why they took her. We need to get her back. I promised her I would keep her safe and get her back home. I plan on keeping that promise if I have to die trying.”

“Since when did the genre of our lives go from a crime thriller to a love drama?” Tao uttered underneath his breath.

“Tragic love lives tend to be the norm in this business,” Yixing replied with a downcast face. The female doctor looked at him curiously, but said nothing.

Luhan swallowed. “I need this to be a different ending.”

Tao tossed down the envelope where it landed near the woman’s feet. “We can’t do anything if we don’t know where to start.”

Frowning, the woman bent down and picked up the envelope, holding it up to the light. Noticing the strange action, Yixing straightened up.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something earlier….” The woman ripped the sides of the envelope to expose the inside. Sure enough, right within the lining was an address, small and easily missed if one was looking directly into the enclosure.

“So, that’s where the trap is,” Luhan said thoughtfully.

“Do we go in guns blazing?” Tao asked a little too gleefully.

“Not exactly,” Luhan shot down. A new determination was in his eyes, a fire roared to life as if a can of lighter fluid had been poured over it. “But we are going. Soon.”

He was going to get you back. He was going to make sure that you made it home, even if it meant he had to take his last breath.

If your subconscious had been able to imagine the situation you would be in once you woke up, this… was not it.

No, it wasn’t a luxury hotel or even Luhan’s mansion, but at least you weren’t chained to a wall or tied to an unforgiving chair. Although your wrists did hurt and red indentions told you that you might have been restrained at one point, you were free to roam around now. The room you were in was tiny, like a broom closet, but it still held a bed and dresser with enough room to maneuver around.

Even as you slipped off the bed, you braced yourself for the inevitable outcome. You were in this room for a reason and you doubted Detective Zhuang wanted you anywhere. But if you didn’t try, you felt that you would be giving up. You didn’t fight to stay alive this entire time only to sit down a hundred feet from the finish line.

You couldn’t believe it. It turned. The doorknob turned. Not only did the knob turn, the door opened. Was this a trap? A tease?

You didn’t care. You’d take the risk of the rogue officer mocking you. The door opened up to an industrial-looking hallway. Maybe this room really was a closet at one point.

Stepping out with one foot, you went slowly, checking every direction for any sign of life that might force you back into the room. There was none so you kept going.

As you went farther down the hallway you could hear the faintest of voices. You were more than certain you were getting closer to the main area of the industrial building. The only questions left were why were you here and what would happen to you if you were caught.

The end of the hallway came. There was no exit in the opposite direction so these doors were your only option. Quiet as a mouse, you pushed one of the doors open and peeked your head through. Several burly looking men were roaming around, unpacking guns from wooden crates, going over what could have either been checklists or invoices, among other nefarious activities. Though her back was to you, it was easy enough to pick out Detective Zhuang as she spoke to one of the men.

Now that you’d pinpointed your kidnapper, you searched around the large open room for the exit that could lead to freedom. You nearly cheered out loud from relief. The exit was along the same wall the hallway entrance was and most of the way was blocked by oversized crates. Perhaps fate didn’t hate you so much after all.

While moving in a slow, cautious way in order to avoid drawing attention, you snuck out between the doors and headed for the exit, bent over nearly in half so you didn’t create a shadow that would show beyond the crates. You hurried towards the doors, already thinking of different scenarios that would take you back to Luhan.

Freedom was just within your reach. Only a couple more steps and-

“So glad you’re awake now.”

Damn it!

You didn’t consider any alternative. You ran for the door, hoping to make it out, but Detective Zhuang’s men were quicker. Two blocked your path while another practically body slammed you into the wall and then caged you within his arms. You kicked and squirmed to no avail as he carried you over to the woman who’d made your life hell. No courtesy was given to you. The man practically threw you down to the ground at Detective Zhuang’s feet. There was no holding back the whimper in your throat as your knees and palms scraped against the rough concrete floor.

“You shouldn’t have tried to run,” Detective Zhuang shrugged as you nursed your wounds.

“You didn’t have to kidnap me in the first place,” you retorted.

She shrugged. “You should have learned to mind your business.”

“Just let me go home like you promised,” you begged. “That’s all I want.”

That was a lie. It wasn’t anywhere near the only thing you wanted right now. You wanted to see Luhan one more time, to warn him about who was really behind all of this. And to say goodbye, if this really was the end.

Detective Zhuang sighed sympathetically. “I can't do that now. You know too much.”

“Too much?” You scoffed. “I hardly know anything. I don’t know why you’re doing this. Why you’re going against the very laws you swore to uphold.”

Bending down to meet you at your level, her eyes searched your own before drifting down the ground. “I used to believe in good. I used to believe in the law. Now all I believe in is the balance of life and death.”

You shook your head. “Why? What happened?” It was impossible to know why, but you wanted to understand. Hell, you almost needed to understand. Maybe if she gave you the reason, you could find a way to change her mind.

It was silent for a minute or two, only the sounds of your breathing reaching your ears. Finally, she looked up at you. “I grew up in the world that Luhan controls. Before he ever rose to power, there was my father. He was the most feared in the criminal world. He ruled the underground and no police force dared to touch him. Admittedly, while growing up, I hated him. I hated what he stood for and I vowed to be nothing like him. So I became the opposite of what he was. I became the best damn officer in the city. But he was still my father. I still loved him, whether I could admit it or not.

“Then a man named Luhan started taking over, occupying territory he had no right to. And he eliminated anyone who stood in his way.” Detective Zhuang licked her lips and gave a humorless smirk. “I think you can guess what happened next. My father was taken from me, so I’m going to keep taking from Luhan until the scales are once again equal. I’ve been ruining his business, but I need more. I need his life.”

“There is nothing equal in taking a life for another life,” you argued. “If he really is the reason your father died, then as a detective, you should have let the law do its job. You can’t take justice into your own hands.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Grasping your chin and digging her fingernails into your skin, she hissed, “You think I didn’t consider that? There was no physical evidence connecting his death to Luhan. And no judge would be brave enough to convict him.”

“Killing him still isn’t the solution.” It was probably a huge mistake to continue insisting that she was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. She wanted to kill Luhan. And you didn’t even want to imagine a world where he wasn’t walking around with that big stupid smile on his face. “He has two others with him. Even if he were to die, they’d still keep going.”

Pushing herself back up, Detective Zhuang laughed once. “I don’t care about their business. They can do what they want. As soon as I have Luhan lying cold in the ground, I’m leaving the country, happy and content for avenging my father.”

You shook your head. “That won’t make you happy. Anyone with any sort of common sense knows that.”

Bang!

You flinched at the noise, thinking maybe she’d finally had enough and shot you. But no pain came. In fact, it wasn’t a gun at all that made the noise. It was the main doors being shoved open. The air was ripped from your lungs as you watched Luhan strut in, his normal air of confidence tenfold. Only part of you was relieved, however. You knew he was in danger and waltzing in here like he was invincible was a dumb move. But it was also very him.

“I honestly thought you would come sooner,” Detective Zhuang mocked. “Have difficulty finding the place?”

“Not really,” Luhan replied in the same cheeky tone. “Especially since you printed it on the inside of the envelope.”

Detective Zhuang shrugged. “I couldn’t make it too easy for you.” Reaching back behind her, she pulled out a pistol, clicking back the barrel to make sure a round was in the chamber before aiming the weapon at your head. “But now that you’re here, we can attend to business.”

Luhan threw his hands up, stopping in his tracks immediately. “I should have known it was you. (y/n) would trust you, especially since she can’t understand Chinese.”

This whole time, you’d been able to keep up with everything that was going on, but now you were lost. “What are you talking about?”

For the first time since he’d walked in, he met your eyes. “Remember that day in the car? Outside the precinct?” You nodded. “You were happy to recognize her voice, but what you didn’t know what she was saying. The other detectives were asking about who to find you, but she didn’t care. She told them to forget about you and to follow other leads. They had your statement, why would they need to find you again?”

“Why would I need to find her?” Detective Zhuang agreed. “I knew you had her. I knew where your mansion was located and that you would keep any threat to your precious empire close. If she got hurt along the way, then so be it.”

You felt like an idiot. Her words in the beginning, in that interview room… you fell for them hook, line, and sinker. “Did you plan for me to get taken?”

“I didn’t think Luhan would come get you himself, but I knew he’d try to get his hands on you one way or another. I couldn’t care less if you had proper protection. He’d keep you safe for the time being, until I had use for you. ”

“Because you’re so clever,” Luhan said dryly.

Rolling her eyes, Detective Zhuang said, “You might want to watch that mouth. I’m a little heavy fingered and I’d hate to prematurely pull the trigger. Then again, now that we’re face to face, neither of us really need her, do we?”

All jesting was gone from Luhan’s voice. “If you want me, you’ll let her go. Now.”

Detective Zhuang acted as if she were really thinking about it, even moving her gun from you to Luhan. “That was a bit demanding, Luhan. Why would you care if a stupid foreigner died or not?” A few seconds of silence went by and then she laughed. “Don’t tell me the great Deer fell for someone? You actually let yourself develop a weakness? Well, this changes everything.” She trained her gun on you once more. “I was just going to kill you slowly. But now… now I think I’ll kill her first and let you sit on that for a while, so you can feel what I felt when you killed my father.”

“No!” Luhan fell to his knees, panic striking in his eyes. “Stick with your original plan. Kill me. Torture me. But let her go. She doesn’t deserve this!”

More silence filled the room. All the men standing around flickered their eyes back and forth between the stand off.

“I’ve considered your offer,” she said, “but I think I’ll decline. So say goodbye- AH!”

The gun fell from Detective Zhuang’s grip. She clutched her hand to her chest and your eyes widened in horror as you saw red liquid run down her wrist. Luhan jumped back up to his feet and ran to you while the main doors swung open once more.

Kris and Tao charged into the room, guns in every hand that lit up with each bullet that left their chambers. Luhan tugged you out of the fire’s way, making sure to keep his body between you and the fight. Crouching behind a wall of crates, he turned your around and cradled your face as he searched for any signs of injury.

“I’m alright,” you insisted, but he didn’t stop looking.

“Are you sure? She’s had you for hours and-”

You stopped him with a quick kiss. Perhaps the wrong moment, but you were too happy to be near him again to care. “I’m fine. I promise.”

Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against yours. “I thought I’d lost you for good. I thought you’d ran away from me.”

“Technically, I did,” you confessed. “She said she was going to send me home. I had to take the chance. I guess I should have thought about it a little more.”

Luhan pulled back and shook his head before pulling you back into a hug. “I don’t blame you.”

“Okay!” Tao called out from the other side of the barrier. “The people are dead!”

Getting back to your feet, Luhan made sure to stay in front of you as the two of you emerged from safety. Bodies littered the ground, making you shrink into his back. You wanted to leave. Now.

“That was quick,” Luhan said, impressed.

“They weren’t the best marksmen,” Tao shrugged.

Kris frowned at his right shoulder. “But I liked this shirt.”

Tao laughed. “I told you to change before we came.”

“Speaking of marksmen….” Luhan looked up at the ceiling, eyes scanning the windows that lined the top of the warehouse. A vague shadow moved on the other side. One of the windows above the crates opened and a figure landed on top of them before climbing down the side.

“Yixing?” You gasped at the doctor who came over, a long range rifle strapped to his back.

He nodded at you, but there wasn’t any hint of a smile on his face. “Glad to see you’re safe.”

You, however, did give him a small one. “Thank you.”

“Come on,” Luhan urged. “Let's get out of here.”

“Don’t worry,” Kris said. “We’ll take care of this.”

Luhan gave him a short nod and led you out of the warehouse where you could breathe normally for the first time in too long.

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mymoodwriting · 4 years

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Blooming Eyes

F!Reader x Poison Ivy!Suho

Genre: Poison Ivy AU

Warning: Blood, Murder, Plants, Vines, Guns, Knives, Torture

Words: 1.7K

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Prompt: Meeting an alien is one thing, but it’s a whole other thing when such a creature seems to fancy you. There was so much you wanted to do, but one decision changes your life in a way you never could have imagined.

“I’ve always wanted to come here!”

You excitedly hopped out of the giant flower that had moved its petals to reveal your location, Paris. You didn’t notice you missed a step since your vines made sure you didn’t trip on your way down. You ran towards the balcony and looked up at the Eiffel Tower, seeing how tall it was and all the vines and huge flowers that decorated it.

“You’ve never been before?” Yixing asked. “I thought you would have.”

“Well… maybe? I can’t remember… everything from before Suho saved me is kinda fuzzy, and not important. What matters is I’m here now!”

“That’s right.”

“Suho!”

You ran into his arms, letting him pick you up and spin you around, both of you laughing, before he put you down. As of late you had been traveling with Suho and his brothers. When it all first changed you weren’t really yourself and would need a lot of care. Long hours were spent with Suho, cradled in his arms as he put the broken pieces of your mind back together, making sure you’d be happy and just as wonderful as before.

Although even with your mind restored, you weren’t entirely there yet. You needed a little help, and guidance to be autonomous like before. All the brothers were more than happy to help, also curious about the world around them. The most exciting thing was always your vines, sometimes you could control them but for the most part they had a mind of their own. Many times they’d be playfully fighting with Baekhyun’s.

Once you were back to your old self, well, really you were a new version of you, everything became so much more enjoyable. There was a whole world out there and it was yours. To celebrate Suho decided to travel around, to show you everything, and to see for himself just how beautiful and peaceful the world now was. His brothers were excited for it as well, having not seen the planet either, been in a deep sleep for as long as they’ve been here.

“Shall we go up?”

A vine wrapped around your waist and carried you up to the top of the tower. You were excited as you got higher and higher, seeing more and more. Once at the top you looked everywhere, pointing out different plants and flowers that you could see.

“What’s so exciting about this?” Chen asked. “Wouldn’t you be afraid of falling?”

“It’s about being able to see so much. Take in all the beauty around you, then at night, you’re that much closer to the stars.”

“Then we should go higher.”

“What?”

Another vine grabbed you and lifted you up. At first you screamed but you knew you would be safe. You could see so much more and it was awesome. You excitedly grabbed Chen, pointing at everything and talking about it. You abruptly stopped when you felt the vine shake and looked down to see Suho waving at you and telling you to come down. Chen stuck his tongue out and the two started bickering telepathically until a decision was made. You were brought back down and Suho pulled you into his arms, making sure you were fine and had fun.

“It was really pretty, like being in a plane!”

“A plane?” Xiumin wondered. “What’s that?”

“It kinda lets people fly, but safely. Suho owns a few.”

“Yeah but I don’t have a pilot anymore now do I? Besides we don’t need a plane.”

“True.”

“How about we wander the streets then, see more of this place.”

“Yeah! But I want to get some more sun! It’s really great up here.”

“Alright. A little while longer.”

Seeing nature retake the planet, mixing and intertwining with what’s left behind, it was all so beautiful. While walking around Suho did some talking, still teaching his brothers about the world, but you got distracted. You saw something shine and were curious as to what it was, following it and stepping away from the group.

You weren’t scared or worried the others would get mad at you since the world was practically yours. It also wasn’t so easy to get lost, you were still close enough for them to sense you and if not, Yixing could do it no problem. While looking you heard some noises and decided to investigate, going into a building, seeing it was some old restaurant. The design was beautiful and you stumbled into the main dining area and froze, you weren’t alone.

Suddenly guns were aimed at you, three people staring at you, masks on their face, and tanks on their back. You stepped back, wanting to escape when you felt someone else come up from behind, a knife to your throat. You should have screamed when you had the chance, but now it was best to remain silent. You didn’t know there were any humans left, but then again you did know they were resourceful so this shouldn’t be as surprising.

“You’re not one of them… yet you can breathe the air. How!”

“...”

“Answer me!”

“I… I changed my… my genetic makeup… so… so-”

“You were human?”

“Yes…”

“Huh… then maybe you can help us.”

“I… I can’t… I don’t remember… how… how I did it…”

“We’ll worry about that later, let’s go.”

“No! No let me go!”

The plants in the room started coming to life, putting everyone on edge. They knew how to deal with it though, the knife pressed against your throat drew blood and the plants stopped.

“Easy there you green fucks, I’ll kill her.”

“What? I thought-”

“Don’t really need you alive.”

“Please…”

“We’re leaving, let’s go.”

You were dragged out the way you came, feeling a bit of blood on your neck. You kept your mouth shut but the plants all around were moving, waiting for a chance to strike. Even though you knew everything about your own body, your vines still had a mind of their own. One crept up your back and carefully made its way around the arm holding the knife to your throat and pulled it away. The second you were free you ran off, not caring to know what happened.

You were quickly snatched up onto a nearby rooftop. You hugged your knees to your chest, one of your vines wrapped softly around your throat to help your wound heal. You needed to find the others, but you were too scared to move. More plants engulfed the building to make sure those below couldn’t get to you. It wasn’t until you heard familiar voices below that you could relax a bit, but not enough to move.

“Resilient little shits aren’t you?” Tao laughed. “It’s kinda cool that some of you are still alive though.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh a real human?” Baekhyun jumped excitedly. “I thought they looked like us? Not with weird faces.”

“Those are oxygen masks.” Sehun said. “It’s the only way they can stay alive.”

“What’s the point of that though?” Kyungsoo asked. “There’s only so much clean air left on this planet for humans isn’t there? Seems like a waste.”

“It is.” Chanyeol assured. “They’re better as fertilizer. So let’s just kill them outright.”

“Oh come on that’s no fun.” Kai whined. “I thought we could do whatever we wanted here.”

The little group of survivors were cornered, all possible exits blocked. The only weapons they had were some old guns, definitely not something that would work on them, but it was fun to see the kind of hope they had. Suho didn’t care for the violence that was about to ensue, more concerned with your safety, making his way to the rooftop. When you saw him, you stood and ran into his arms.

“Are you okay, Flower?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to run off I just saw something and thought-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, I’m not mad. Just glad you’re okay.”

You suddenly heard screaming and tightened your grip on Suho. He made no comment, checking on your cut, glad to see it’s healed, so your vine went away. He helped you down, avoiding the fight that was happening for your own sake. These types of things weren’t supposed to happen anymore, but the world was still full of surprises. He grabbed your head and you could feel the little veins form around where your skin met his.

You closed your eyes, letting Suho into your head. You knew he messed with your memories a lot, not just to fix you, but for your own good. The world, and your life, before him was a mess and full of pain, there was no point remembering any of that. This encounter was just another bad thing on the list of things you should forget. There was no reason to fight, unless you felt like being funny with him but this wasn’t the time. You fell into his arms, passed out for a moment while the others finished their fun.

“Humans are very squishy.” Baekhyun laughed. “And gooey.”

“It’s disgusting.” Chanyeol mumbled. “The screaming is very annoying.”

“You should hear y/n scream when she and Suho are having fun in the bedroom.” Sehun chuckled. “Much more enjoyable.”

“I will put you back in the ground.” Suho threatened. “You’re lucky y/n didn’t hear that!”

“Oops, but you enjoy it. Also not fair.”

“Find your own partner.”

Sehun just stuck his tongue out before Tao pulled him into a hug to cheer him up. When you woke up you saw some flower petals moving out of the way and your eyes landed on the Eiffel Tower before you, clearly telling you where you were. You eagerly got out of the giant flower, already running towards the great tourist attraction only to be caught up in Suho’s arms. He kissed your neck, making you giggle.

“And where are you going?”

“Come on, I though we were here to sight see?”

“We are, but promise me you won’t run off? Stay close, I want to see your reaction to all these beautiful places.”

“Okay. Now let’s go! I want to go to the top.”

Suho let you take his hand and pull him along to the foot of the tower, his brothers following closely behind. He loved that smile and the way your eyes shined, and he’d do anything to protect it.

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Eat Til Full

Restaurant Owner! Huang Zitao x (AFAB) Reporter! Reader

Part of the 12 Days of Lust Incubus EXO collaboration! Go check out all the other wonderful writers and pieces!

Summary: Assigned to get a restaurant review for the newspaper, you must meet the owner, who hasn’t shown himself at all. Determined, you keep pushing, but what happens when he finally reveals himself? Can you overcome the reason he stays hidden?

Word Count: ~4.4K

Warnings: Sexual contents (unprotected sex, semi-public setting, slight roughness), alcohol, demons + (minimal) demonic power usage

"You know you have to get this somehow. Find a way. It's such a big hit. We have to do it first!" You overhear your boss explain to a coworker before storming off, so you decide to find out what he yelled about.

"Hey, what was-"

"Y/N, just the person I was going to look for!" She smacks her hands down onto your shoulders harder than you expect, "We have a new restaurant to get a review for, but the owner refuses to talk to us."

As your lips curl up into a devious smile, you clearly understand your goal. You've had success with every hard assignment before, so you become eager to take this one on as well, "What place is it? I've got it."

She perks up, trusting that you can solve the issue easily. Taking out a slip of paper with the address, she explains that a new Chinese restaurant impressed the city so much that the customers sometimes wait hours for seating without complaint.

"Have our emails gotten through to the owner?" You verify that the team has done the proper process. With a nod, your coworker explains that the owner has simply not replied at all.

"He's stubborn, huh?"

"Actually, nobody knows. He doesn't show himself to anyone except his higher-position workers, and those people have all known him for years."

Mentally making notes, you prepare yourself for finding and meeting the owner. You develop multiple possible strategies to reach your goal. After parting ways with your coworker, you grab your coat and recorder from your desk and head to your car.

Arriving at the restaurant, you notice the line of customers - mostly couples, you note - spilling out of the door. You squeeze through the crowd and ask the host about meeting the owner, only to hit a wall.

"I'm sorry. He doesn't meet with people due to personal reasons."

"I work with Exodus, the largest weekly newspaper in the city. We'd like to set up a restaurant review. It'll be great for your business. Are you one of the employees that has met him, by any chance?"

"I am his friend, but why does that matter?"

As you dig through your wallet to pull out a business card, you explain, "If I can't meet with him, I'd like him to deny me himself. Please give him my card and tell him that. Otherwise, I'll be coming every day until I get the reply."

He takes the card with an understanding nod, then asks you to leave with the promise of passing on your information. You repeat the process for a week, leaving what you're certain amounts to a sizable stack of business cards to the various workers you meet with.

On the evening of the seventh day, you get a phone call from a number you don't recognize, so you answer in hopes of hearing from the unknown owner.

"Hello, this is Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N. This is Huang Zitao, owner of Tao of China. I know that you've made a huge effort to get in contact with me."

With this, you snap up from the couch in joy, but try to keep the call professional, "Yes, sir. I'm in charge of getting a restaurant review for your restaurant. Would that be possible?"

"Do you have time on Sunday? The restaurant will be closed, so that's the only time I'll be able to show my face to you. Just you and me. No pictures or videos of me allowed. Those are my terms."

"Absolutely. Those terms are perfectly fine. What time should I got to the restaurant on Sunday?"

You hear the hesitation in his voice as he answers. It seems like he believed you would not accept his terms. "Well... I'll get there around noon, so... 12:30?" Suddenly, he regains his confidence as he sets up more terms surrounding the time of your arrival, "I'll unlock the door at 12:28 and lock it again after ten minutes. You will have to get there within that time."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity. I will definitely arrive on time. I look forward to meeting and talking with you. Thank you again, Mr. Huang."

"Uh-huh. Sure." With that nervous-sounding response, he hangs up. Although slightly confused by his response, you celebrate the fact that the owner has agreed to the interview. You pour yourself a glass of champagne and lay back onto your couch, kicking your feet onto the coffee table. You open your phone's calendar app and schedule the review for Sunday at 12:30.

For the next couple of days, you record typical questions onto a note in your phone. Some of them involve more personal topics, including the question most people wonder: Why won't Huang Zitao reveal himself to anyone?

The closer Sunday gets, the more nervous you become, which you find strange as you've dealt with private reviews plenty of times before. Maybe this happened because of the phone call. After all, you haven't stopped hearing his voice in your head. As much as you hate to admit it, his voice has even entered your dreams, which have gotten very hot and intimate the past two nights. In fact, last night's dream woke you up from getting too hot and heavy for you. Usually, you only see nightmares in your sleep, so sexual dreams definitely changed up the usual palette a bit, but also overwhelmed you.

You don't even know what he looks like, so why does his voice appear in your dreams? Sure, you appeared blindfolded in the dreams to counteract the lack of an image of him, but it all felt way too realistic. It makes you worried about meeting him - or even sleeping tonight.

Of course, needing energy for the task tomorrow, you force yourself to lay down on your bed.

After a bit of tossing and turning, you fall asleep, but your fears become true as you jolt awake around sunrise, drenched in sweat, and know that his voice invaded your dreams once again, despite not remembering the dream itself.

Throwing the blankets off your body, you rush to the shower. You quickly strip naked and step in, letting the warm water hit your head. You stay in the shower longer than normal to clear your mind. When you finally get out, you quickly dress and prepare yourself for the day ahead of you.

After double-checking that you're fully prepared, you check the clock and leave your apartment. 10:07. That gives you plenty of time, even if something goes wrong along the way. Since you live just out of the city, you catch a train and review your interview questions one last time, then find yourself wondering what Zitao looks like.

Maybe he's ugly? Fat? Why else would he not want to show his face?

You arrive at the city center before 11:00, so you decide to explore a bit before heading over to "Tao of China," and find yourself by the center fountain, staring at the coins in the water.

"People waste good money here on wishes that this fountain can't grant."

The voice makes you spin around, your eyes landing on a figure with a mask and hat covering its face. At first, you believe you mistook the familiarity, but, as he turns to leave, he instructs, "Don't become one of them."

"Excuse me! By any chance, do I know you?"

"Doubtful." He spits back before turning a corner and disappearing from your line of sight.

Following his instructions, you put your hand into your pocket and drop the coin you mindlessly twirled in your fingers moments before. You replace the coin with your phone, checking the time. 12:02. Deciding that arriving early is better than late, you slowly head towards the restaurant.

You arrive at 12:18, so you find a nearby bench and sit down to wait. You can see movement through the mostly-covered windows, so you begin to wonder about him again. You let your mind wander mindlessly for a while, drifting back into consciousness after ten minutes. As you check the time, you see the digital numbers switch from 12:28 to 12:29, so you stand up to go check the door.

Sure enough, it's unlocked. You walk in, but see no one, so you announce your arrival. Then, you hear pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen before the owner comes out to greet you.

You see his form and style before fully seeing any details. As chills run down your arms, you realize why the voice from the man at the fountain sounded familiar. Aside from the lack of the hat and mask from earlier, the outfit matches perfectly. Making your way up to his face, you find him looking down into his hands, paying attention to the cloth he uses to dry them.

"You-" You start, stopping as he bows to you, still refusing to look in your direction.

"Welcome to Tao of China. I'm Huang Zitao, the founder and current owner of the restaurant. Nice to meet you. Y/N, I presume?"

As you watch him raise from the bow, you return the gesture and reply, "Yes, sir. I'm Y/N from Exodus Weekly Newspaper. Thank you so much for allowing me the opportunity to review your restaurant."

You raise and attempt to finally make eye contact, but see him return to fidgetting with the rag in his hands. He clearly had his eyes on your bowed form, so you can't help but wonder why he refuses to make eye contact.

"May I start this by asking you a question?" As he hums an approval, you bring out your recorder and ask, "Why is it that, as a restaurant owner, you don't show yourself to anyone, even your workers?"

You point the recorder in his direction, waiting for him to stop tripping over his words to form a coherent response.

"Well... That's a pretty... intricate answer. The short form is that I'm not the type that should be around people. I'm... bad luck, if you want to put it that way."

"But we're together right now, so why do you still avoid eye contact?" You ask without thinking first.

"You truly don't want to know. Can we move along to the review?" His strong, stern voice doesn't match his exterior, which you can only describe as shy and anxious.

As you make a short noise in approval, you mentally note how his inner self and outer appearance vary greatly. He makes a subtle motion to follow as he makes his way back into the kitchen.

"So, this small kitchen makes all the magic happen. All the recipes took years of cooking at home to perfect, but it was definitely worth the effort."

You examine the space, wondering how any more than three people can work in here at one time without running into one another. As he continues talking, you keep the recorder trained on him so you can look around without worry. You become exceptionally glad for this when your eyes roam back to Zitao, finally meeting his eyes for a split second. You hear him stumble over his words in that next instant, but then your mind blanks. Next thing you know, you and Zitao sit in a booth, samples of food in front of you.

"You can start taking pictures of the food while I grab you a drink. Do you prefer red wine or white?"

"Uh, red, please. The food looks and smells amazing. I assume it pairs well with wine, too." You start taking photos, trying to shake away the instance where you blanked.

As he places the wine glass on the table, you reach for it, accidentally brushing hands. You look at him, but he seems to ignore as he sits back down, which immediately calms you. With an audible sigh of relief and a sip of your wine, you ready yourself for the first taste. You keep eating and drinking as he talks about each dish.

Suddenly, as you finish another bite, you blurt out, "Did you enhance these dishes with magic? Are you a wizard or demon or something?"

Rather than the laugh you expected, you find him finally meeting your eyes with his eyes full of alarm. For a second, you think you see his irises glow blood red, sending chills down your spine.

In a nervous fit, you down the rest of your wine and try laughing it off, "Wouldn't that be an interesting secret? I'm sure you'd fit in well with a demon group that doesn't have that sort of magic though." Not registering the words fast enough due to your drunken state, you just keep going, "Maybe... An incubus or something. You definitely meet the look requirements."

A chuckle from across the table makes you realize what you just said, but, instead of commenting, he simply offers to get you more wine. Feeling bold since you've gotten away with so much already, you claim, "Only if you add whatever demonic power you have into it."

"But you claimed that I was an incubus, which is a sexual demon, is it not?" He leans over the table to grab your glass, but hovers there as he stares into your eyes, "How am I supposed to put that in, Miss Y/N?"

He waits for your response before finally standing, even though the response consisted of nearly all gibberish, "Uh, well, ah... I, um, I don't know. Maybe, uh, no... No clue."

While at the bar, he declares, without even looking back at you, "Don't worry, hun. I'll show you that the demonic power is there."

You hear the wine bottle land back onto the countertop, followed by seeing your glass held in front of your face as Zitao instructs you to take it.

As you take it from his hand, he winks at you and sits back down. His eyes don't leave you, roaming your body, but his gaze makes you snap back to the reality of your being here.

"I really should be keeping things professional. I'm sorry about my state."

You start to put the glass down, but before it reaches the table, the man across from you demands, "Drink." While the voice remains calm, the eyes tell a different story. Almost as if overcome by an outside force, you find yourself bringing the glass to your lips, taking a long, drawn-out drink of the blood-colored liquid.

Suddenly, it tastes different. You find yourself craving more, so you finish it rather quickly. You feel the effects immediately as the room starts swaying. You find the insatiable craving for more of the wine morph into a desire for sex. You refuse to look up from your lap. in case you throw yourself at the restaurant owner you're supposed to be interviewing.

"Do you feel it? Do you understand why I refused to look you in the eye earlier?"

Still refusing to lift your head, your eyes widen - less at the possibility of incubi, which doesn't surprise you for some reason, and more at the idea of Huang Zitao being one.

Suddenly, you feel a hand lifting your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with Zitao again, who smiles softly before leaning in and kissing you. It starts gently, but his soft lips melt you into your desires. As you try to heat things up, however, he pulls away. A whine from you causes a low growl to escape his lips before he gets up from his side of the booth and stands near yours. In anticipation, you turn to face him, placing a leg on either side of him. You look up with an innocent but desperate look that drives him insane.

Instantly, he leans over you, attacking your jaw and neck with rough kisses, occasionally biting down slightly. He half-falls on top of you, working his hands up your body slowly, barely even touching you. In frustration, with the aid of the boldness you gained from drinking, you put your hands on top of his and push them down slightly but not enough to stop his movements.

"Aren't you supposed to be rough as an incubus? What are you so scared of?" You tease, hoping to get a rise out of him and speed up his movements.

"Shut up!" He snaps at you while turning his head to the side as he continues, "You're my first in years, okay? I don't want to break you."

You freeze from guilt as you see his embarrassment, not sure at first how to regain the mood you ruined. Instead, you bombard him with more questions, "Wait... So, you are an incubus, right? Don't you need sex to survive? How can I be your first in years if sex is your sustenance?"

"Look, there's ways to get the energy without being the one to perform in the act. There's a reason why my food is so popular for dates. Just forget about it for now. It's embarrassing enough to admit that I'm a sex demon who hasn't had sex in years."

"Alright, alright. Come here." With that, you put a hand on either side of his face and pull him in for an intense kiss that definitely speeds up the situation and puts you both back into the mood.

With your boldness, he gains a bit more confidence. He works his hands up under your shirt, placing one over your bra while the other grips your waist. He bites at your collarbone while rolling his lower body against yours roughly. You feel yourself getting wet, your body begging for more.

"Take it off~" You whine at him, "I want you now."

You push at his chest and pout up at him. With a curse under his breath, he stands back up and begins unbuckling his belt, fumbling while trying to do it quickly. Your hungry eyes stare at his crotch, excited and slightly scared to find out the size of an incubus cock. There's not much outline to give anything away through his pants, so your eagerness gets ahead of you, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before he even finishes with his belt. As he finishes with it, his pants slide down his legs. Seeing more of the outline, you grab his member through the fabric of his underwear, finding it only half hard but still decently big.

"Help me, Y/N." You hear him breathe out. Looking up, his dark eyes meet yours and you swear you hear him tell you to suck his dick even though you never see his lips move.

You pull down his underwear at a pace that's agonizingly slow for you both. When his member finally frees itself, you immediately grab hold of it. Without wasting time, you move it into your mouth. As you move your head back and forth, you feel his size increase until he's fully hard. Sensing this, you move faster, using your hand for anything you can't take into your mouth.

After a couple minutes of this, he pushes you off, forcing you to lay flat in the booth again. He tears off your heels and quickly pulls down your pants, leaving your bottom half with only your underwear. Instead of taking it off, he starts teasing you with kisses, starting from your ankles and working his way up slowly to your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your core. You can feel his breath as he lingers there for a few seconds.

"God, you smell so good. Can I taste you?"

"Please do~" You don't even care that you sound so needy at this point; you just want him to do something to satisfy you.

He moves your underwear to the side to lick you once, but the taste of you drives him crazy enough to involuntarily turn his eyes blood red again, so he rips it off you before pushing your legs open wider. His tongue works wonders on your clit, turning you into a moaning mess. You only last a few minutes before begging him to fuck you. Easily, he obliges, settling himself despite the small space of the booth, and slowly pushes himself into you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he buries himself completely inside you. His size feels perfect inside - not too big and definitely not too small - which you realize isn't what you expected from a demon, yet somehow even better than your expectations.

Your thoughts get cut short as he pulls out and rams back into you. A high-pitched noise leaves your lips, but he keeps going, pounding himself into you at a decent pace. It seems like the urges have taken him over, since he grunts as he continues with little regard to you.

With his steady pace, you find your orgasm build slowly, but it isn't until his pace breaks unexpectedly that you find yourself reaching your high. He reaches his shortly after with the help of your walls contracting around his member. He lays down on top of you, exhausted. All you can do is laugh at him.

"What a sex demon, drained after just one round."

"Trust me, this isn't it. It's just been a while."

Shaking your head jokingly at him, you lightly push on his shoulders to get him off you. As he gets up and fixes his pants, he apologizes for ripping your underwear. His sorry expression makes him look more like a sweet, harmless puppy than a demon, so you instantly forgive him, blowing it off like nothing. He brings you a clean dish towel to clean yourself up, then looks away. Despite being a sexual demon, his shyness around you makes you think of him almost as a child needing protection. You fix yourself up and then tap his shoulder to let him know that you're decent.

"Do you wanna continue this review another day? It's getting a bit late, and I do have to catch the train." You look outside to the darkened sky, realizing how long you've truly been here with him.

"Oh... yeah. Sure. Make sure you get back safe. I'm sorry, again."

"Don't worry, Mr. Huang. Truly. Visit my dreams, and we'll call it even." You joke as you head to the door.

"Don't tempt me. It'll be bad for you. I don't know how you have energy right now." You turn around to wink at him as he says it, but he continues without acknowledgment, "Oh, and feel free to call me Zitao - or even Tao if you want."

"The energy is my secret, Tao, but if you visit me tonight, I might just tell you." With that, you leave the restaurant and make your way back home, wondering why the demonic energy really didn't affect you.

Shortly after arriving home, you get a call from your mother, whose voice shakes as she tells you her reason for calling, "Y/N... I'm sorry for calling this late..." It's only 22:00, but okay, you note to yourself. "I met with your father, and I... I have something very important to tell you."

"My father? I thought he abandoned you after getting you pregnant."

"Y/N. Please, just listen... Uh, this might not sound realistic. Trust me though, okay?"

"Okay?" You've never heard your mother sound so concerned before, so you can't even begin to imagine what happened.

"So, your father. He's... well, he's not human. He came to me last night. He's... God, Y/N, he's an incubus."

"So, I'm..."

"A half-demon? He called you a cambion. He says you're still human, but you have powers. I don't know what to think. He thought you would die at birth. He's surprised you've lived to your twenties. He-"

"Mom. Overload. I need processing time. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Sure, honey. I'm sorry. I wish I would've known sooner."

You hang up and drop your phone onto the couch you've been resting on.

A 'cambion'? Is that why? Sure, I've been lucky in life, but is it all because of demonic power? What powers do I even have?

Trying to factor the demonic energy into your life, you drift to sleep on the couch. Not too long into your sleep, however, you awaken to someone's lips on your neck. As you slowly open your eyes, the first thing you see are giant bat-like wings. Too tired to be fazed by it, you trace the wings down to the shirtless man nibbling on your neck.

"T-Tao?"

He stops to smile at you. The smile looks far too innocent for someone with black bat wings protruding from their back, but you simply smile back.

"I know that it isn't exactly visiting your dreams, but do I still get to know your secret since I visited you?" He practically purrs at the end, trying to kiss up to you to get the information you planned to tell him regardless.

You sit up straight and rub your eye, trying to fully wake up. You explain that you didn't know until a few hours before, but that you have demonic energy in your veins, so you have to assume that to be the reason.

"You're a cambion? Who's your father?"

"His name is Changmin, but that's all I know of him. I've never met him." You explain, watching the boy for any reaction.

"Changmin... Oh! One of the eastern elite five! How special~ Y'know, you might be more powerful than me then. He's one of the top three incubi elite. Though he is known to bounce around, so it makes sense that he didn't stick around after your mom got pregnant."

For the rest of the night, you and Tao alternate between explanation and demonstration of incubi and succubi powers. Even with multiple rounds of sex throughout the hours, you don't get the slightest bit drained, shocking and delighting Zitao each time.

* * *

If she won't die from this, maybe I should stick with her for a while. It's much better than what I've been doing as the alternatives.

Zitao silently decides to claim you as he leaves with the approaching dawn, hoping your cambion power will help you both along the way.

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Bored (M)

Genere: Humor, smut, romance Pairing: BaekTao Word Count: 1k Summary: Baekhyun is bored and wants his boyfriend to help him out. Warnings: Um...unrealistic sex? Kinda? Also this is an old fic and the smut is...um....cringe. You’ve been warned!

Baekhyun sighed as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He was bored, so bored. He knew he should probably be doing things like his homework, but he honestly had no energy to do such a thing. He wasn’t behind, but he wasn’t ahead either. And his current assignments were due until Sunday. It was only Wednesday, he had time. He needed to do something, to cure his boredom, but all of his friends were currently in class. Curse them for not taking online classes like he was!

Well...there was always his boyfriend….

“Zitao?!” He waited for a few seconds for a response and when he didn’t get it, he called out again. “Zitao!”

“What?!” came the shout from down the hall, the other male in the “study room”.

“Can you come here for a minute?”

“Is it important?” the other male called back and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. Was it important? Of course, it was! Everything was important when it came to him.

“Yes!” There was silence for a while and Baekhyun was worried that Zitao had seen...or rather heard right through him and decided it wasn’t important. But the shuffling of slippers on their hardwood floor caught his attention and he smiled as he watched the lean figure walk into the room.

“Okay, I’m here,” he said.

“Great! I’m bored.” Baekhyun told him with a lazy smile. Zitao raised a brow and frowned.

“You called me in here to tell me you’re bored?” he asked and Baekhyun nodded his head. Zitao rolled his eyes and started to turn.

“Wait!” Baekhyun whined out, making the other pause. “You have to help me cure my boredom.”

“I have to?”

“Yes, you have to,” Baekhyun said. “You’re my boyfriend aren’t you?”

“I’m breaking up with you,” Zitao answered and Baekhyun snorted.

“Bullshit. Come on! I’m bored!” he whined like a stubborn little child about to throw a tantrum, which was possible at this point. “I’m working. Entertain yourself, babe. I know you can do that.” Zitao said with a smirk. Baekhyun stared at him and raised a brow before smirking.

“Well, fine then,” he said and licked his lips. He slipped a hand under his shirt, eyes locked with Zitao’s as he gently touched his nipple, a moan leaving him as he felt it harden under the touch. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he gave the bud a pinch before twisting, another moving leaving him.

“Baekhyun what are you doing?” Zitao asked, shifting to lean against the doorframe, eyes locked on his boyfriend’s body.

“Entertaining myself,” Baekhyun answered, his other hand slipping under his shirt, another moan pulled from as he teased his other nipple. “Zitao,” he whispered and arched.

“I can see that baby,” Zitao said, smirking. “Having fun there?”

Baekhyun shook his head, eyes slowly moving over the other’s body. “Not yet,” he whispered. He dragged his hand slowly down his chest and stomach. He pulled his shirt up before repeating the process, taking the time to caress himself, pulling small moans and pleased sighs from his lips.

“Huh, well you seem like you’re getting to know yourself really well, I guess you don’t need me huh?” Zitao asked and licked his lips.

“Nope,” Baekhyun said, groaning as he slipped his hand down his open pants, fingers curling around his hardening shaft. He groaned as he stroked himself slowly, back arching slightly from the pleasure he felt coursing through his body. “Fuck” he whispered.

“Baby,” Zitao whispered. Pushing off the door frame, he walked over, eyes locked on the hand that was moving slightly in the loose pants. Baekhyun opened his eyes and looked at Zitao and smiled.

“Thought you were working.” he teased.

“Not anymore. Thought you were bored.”

“Not anymore.” Baekhyun teased with a wink. Zitao groaned and shifted to sit on the bed.

“Anything I can help you with that?” he asked.

“Mmm...no.” Baekhyun groaned out as he pulled himself out of his pants and thumbed the slit teasingly, arching. “Fuck….Taozi.”

“Fuck Baek,” Zitao whispered out and licked his lips, watching his lover get off. “Baby let me help you.”

“H-How would you help?” Baekhyun panted out, hand working quickly over his cock. He was so hard, mainly because Zitao was there watching him. Reaching out, Zitao gripped Baekhyun’s hand and stopped all movements.

“Like this,” he whispered as he leaned down and took the head of Baekhyun’s cock into his mouth and gave a long hard suck.

“Zitao!” Baekhyun cried out and arched up, fingers tangling into black locks instantly. “Shit!” he hissed. Zitao smirked, pleased that he could get such a reaction out of Baekhyun like that. His cheeks hollowed and he took Baekhyun all the way into his mouth. He wanted to please his lover, to make him feel so good so fast that his orgasm would be blinding.

“Ah~!” Baekhyun cried out and arched off the bed, curling over Zitao’s head, gripping his hair tightly. “Fuck don’t stop! Oh shit, Tao!” he panted and whimpered, hips rocking up as he tried to push himself further down the back of Zitao’s throat. The other’s gag reflex was little to nothing, but it was still there and when Baekhyun bucked up, he choked on the heated flesh, throat spasming around the head.

“FUCK!” Baekhyun jerked under Zitao hard, hips pumping quickly before they stilled. Every muscle in Baekhyun’s body tensed up as he came long and hard, rope after rope spilling into Zitao’s mouth. The Chinese man drank it down greedily, eyes upturned as he took in the sight of his lover, tense with overwhelming pleasure.

As Zitao pulled away and licked his lips, Baekhyun’s body went limp and he fell back on the bed panting. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. Zitao chuckled and stared down at the other, watching him.

“Was it good?”

“The best. You have such a fucking wonderful mouth baby.” Baekhyun whispered and chuckled. Licking his lips, he leaned up slightly and kissed Zitao, moaning as the other kissed back hard while climbing on top of him.

“Good,” Zitao whispered as he pulled back and stared into Baekhyun’s eyes. “Because now I’m bored.” he teased and Baekhyun grinned, knowing the rough and wild fun that was going to follow. Sometimes, it was okay to be bored, because boredom led to bedroom fun.

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