#underworldnet season of love event

[ddemonseonghwa]

Winter Is Coming

Cryomancer! Seonghwa x Cryomancer/Black! Female Reader

Day One: Desire ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

This pic of Seonghwa does not have me going feral, um

CW// smut, obvi, I’m a smut blog atp 🤭

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Seonghwa and Seven were breathing heavily, chests heaving up and down. Seven was pressed down onto the mat of the darkened dojo and underneath his tall body. Seonghwa was just above her, not far from her at all. They were sparring and perfecting her nearly perfect combat skills, but he wanted to test her skills in near darkness. Things got hot when she was winning, but he came out on top and got her down on the mat.

He had her pinned down by her wrists and was watching her to see what she would do to break free from the hold. Deep down inside, he wanted something more. But when he moved closer, something happened that would change the tension between the two from this point on.

Seonghwa leaned in to tell her she was improving and he wanted to see her fight her way out of the hold, but the reaction he got was what shocked him. As soon as he leaned in, Seven let out a noticeable, wanton moan. He had triggered a moan by pressing his body closer to hers, his sculpted, clothed chest pressing to hers, and even his groin touching hers. Both of them could feel it, the spilling tension. Palpable and fluid like water, but so thick that they both suffered to breathe. It was over.

“Fuck it,” he huffed. Seonghwa leaned in even quicker and pressed his plump lips against her lips. The kiss was extremely feverish despite being so brief. He pulled away and immediately attacked her neck. “Mmm, i-if you kiss my neck, we’re fucking,” she huffed as she rolled her body upwards to meet his. “I’ve been dying to fuck you for so long, sweetheart,” he growled as he almost bit down on her skin. He couldn’t hold back his desire anymore. He needed the satisfaction, he needed this moment, he needed the release. Most importantly, he needed her. Nobody else was around, and he didn’t think it would make a difference if someone was since he was too pent up. The more he touched her and the longer it went, the less he cared if someone was nearby. Now was his chance... and Seven wanted it. She could’ve stopped it. But she didn’t want to, and she was too turned on to deny Seonghwa now. He’d been waiting to have this moment, and so had she. And Seven was a sucker for neck kissing. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself just as much as Seonghwa didn’t want to.

“Mmm, p-please, Grandmaster...” She moaned. She wanted him to let go of her hands so she could touch him. She wanted to feel that perfect body underneath her hands. The body she’d been wanting to touch for so long, since he first met her. It wasn’t right, it was forbidden to fuck your Grandmaster. It had to be. She wasn’t even really his student. She was almost equal to his fighting skill so she helped out other members in the group. Regardless, she knew this was wrong, and yet she didn’t care. But Seven wanted to feel him in so many ways, she knew he wanted her just as much, maybe even more. And deep down inside, she didn’t give a fuck. But part of her wanted him to restrain her, keep her pinned down and unable to touch him. She wanted him to make her work for it. She’d have to wait and see.

He pulled away, his eyes looking into hers and his big hand holding one of her large breasts. “Seven...” He breathed. She looked into his eyes and gasped, noticing that they had turned from their usual earth brown to that light icy blue, borderline white irises. “Your eyes….” She whispered. Seonghwa smirked as he nipped her neck. “I’ve come to the conclusion that Cryomancers are truly different breeds. I have deep brown eyes. But when I’m using my powers, they’re icy blue. And when I’m feeling impure, they may change to white.” He told her. He looked into her eyes and chuckled, noticing her eyes had also changed. “And it looks like you’re no different than me.” He said in her ear as his lips nipped right under it. “Don’t stop...” she whispered. She rolled her hips up to meet his quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist to feel his thick and big cock through his joggers, pulling him down onto her and making them both groan.

“Fuck me, Grandmaster.” She huffed. “I know you’ve been dying to fuck me.” She urged. His hand quickly gripped her throat, making her smirk and the dampness in her panties grow. “So I see you’re a little slut…. Tempting me, goading me, pushing me, rushing me…. I’ll give you exactly what the fuck you want from me. Gonna fuck you and turn you into a filthy whore for me.” He said into her ear. Having normally heard him being formal like a Grandmaster should, hearing him shatter his character like he shattered ice in combat was a major turn on. She wanted it so bad, and so did he. It was really dark in the room and a little late at night but it was worth the risk. The second she felt his cock through his clothes, she was desperate to have him stretch her, even painfully. She always liked to play dangerous. She wanted to play now.

Seonghwa quickly returned to kisses, but this time he kissed her on the lips hungrily, yet with a passion so intense and heated that it would melt the ice he could create with his bare hands. For a moment, just a moment, Seven felt something when he kissed her. She sighed into the kiss, and looked at him as he started to kiss her neck again. He wanted to leave marks, bite her skin and make it apparent that only he could do this, but he shouldn’t. It was the only thing his mind had enough consciousness to remember to not do. He was getting ahead of himself and he was so close to breaking. If she was helping him and always around him and his students saw those marks, they would know they slept together. He was trying not to risk it, but he was slowly breaking his resolve.

‘Fuck it,’ he thought. That’s when he went right to marking her skin, leaving the prettiest dark red and purple bite marks and hickeys. He left them on her neck and her shoulders, collarbones, her tits, between her tits, anywhere it would be visible to him and other people. He felt like a sex-crazed demon, knowing damn well the people in the group would see them and get concerned and connect the dots. But as long as people knew she belonged to him he didn’t care. He continued marking up her skin, making her whimper and moan, writhing like a needy whore and ruining her panties.

“H-How long... have you been waiting to touch me, Seonghwa?” She gasped as he kept going. He eased down to her collarbones and nipped at her skin again. “Longer than you’ll ever understand,” he replied as he watched her pull her shirt up and off to push him. “Grandmaster, p-please...” She begged. “Keep calling me that and you’ll get your little pussy destroyed, princess.” He huffed. He lifted up her bra and watched with amusement as her big breasts spilled out of the garment. He looked up at her as he placed some kisses between her breasts, right where he already left marks. “Resisting you is pointless. Something about you pulls me in so deep I can’t resist you no matter how hard I try.” He licked a stripe up her neck, making her purr in pleasure as his tongue ran over the marks he gave her. “Mmmm, don’t want you to resist me.” She hummed.

Her skin lit up in chills as the more skilled cryomancer spoiled her skin with icy kisses and prickly sensations of other touches right over the marks. The way his hands held her body just made her want him to fuck her right then and there. She watched with enthusiasm as he went further, worshipping one of her breasts while one hand touched the other one. She moaned out lightly as his plump lips and tongue played with one pierced nipple while his hand squeezed the other one. Seven couldn’t help it, the way he was handling her body with such effortless expertise was making her feel way too good. She could feel her lust making it hard for her to keep her shorts and panties on.

“G-god, you and San are the horniest cryomancers I’ve ever met.” She commented as she laced her fingers into his soft, jet black hair. But he felt a little offended as she mentioned his name. He knew she had nothing to do with San and they were just friends, but there were times he knew San wanted to fuck her. He lost track of how many times he saw him eye fucking her without her even noticing. “San is much more sneaky in his sexual and romantic nature. I prefer to love and fuck you my own way.” He kissed her tits. “Who knows…. Maybe I could become more bold about fucking you at some point and letting people watch. I might even make him watch so he knows he can’t have you.” He said bluntly, pulling off of one of her tits and taking the other breast between his cold lips, leaving her black jacket on her body. “Did you just...?” She began to speak.

He leaned over and traced his tongue along her breasts once more, looking up at her seductively. “Was it not obvious?” He asked. She sighed as her eyes rolled back. “I didn’t know you liked me back like that.” She told him. He pulled away and looked at her before swooning in for a gentle kiss and pulling away. “I’ve been dropping hints for so long. Making attempts to get closer to you, getting to genuinely know you, trying to be alone with you, appreciating your presence, and so much more.” He started. Seven blushed as she looked up at him.

“And I thought I was just delusional and horny.” She muttered. Seonghwa chuckled before he kissed her hand and her wrist. “My desire for you is genuine. To be honest, I thought you fucking hated me.” He commented, his thumb stroking her cheek. Seven shook her head, reaching up to touch him. “I might be kind of a bitch. I display desire differently. Sorry if I made you think I hate you.” She said. He shook his head, placing kisses on her cheeks. “Nonsense…. Just let me appreciate you the way you deserve, princess.” He whispered as he continued to her neck.

She could have cum right then and there. With his deep growl in his voice and his frigid and sexual touches, she was already wanting more. She watched as he pulled off her shorts and threw them behind him to who knows where. “You’re so wet for me, princess. How long will you last?” He ran his fingers up her soaked panties before pulling them off and pushing her legs apart. “Not long if you keep making me feel so fucking good.” She said.

“Patience, princess. I want to take my time with you, make you so worked up for me and desperate for more.” He commented as his fingers ran up and down her pussy. Seven gasped as his cold fingers skated around her hot little pussy like it was an ice rink. “Grandmaster…. Take it like it’s yours.” She said. Seonghwa kissed her neck. “Oh, princess…. It IS mine.” He said lowly, the vibrations of his deep voice going straight to her pussy. At this point, Seven felt like her pussy had a heartbeat because of him. He was being so informal compared to his usual formalities and it was turning her on so much. He dipped his cold ring and middle fingers into her cunt, watching eagerly at his work when she moaned out, her eyes screwing shut. She was used to cold temperatures since she was a cryomancer herself, but Seonghwa’s frigid temperature was something new, and something she wanted more of. The coldness in her pussy made her toes curl, desperate to grab onto something even more.

“F-f-f-fuck...! Grandmaster….!” She moaned. “There you go, baby…. Moan some more for me, princess.” He said. She immediately tossed her head back as he drove his fingers into her tiny little pussy. She briefly moaned out, biting her thumb as he pushed them deeper, right onto her sweet spot.

Seven practically shook as she waited for him to make a move. His fingers slid in and out of her tight little pussy, the cold and long digits stretching her a little bit and coating in her essence. He quickly pushed them deep, causing her to feel as if she was almost entirely full. His thumb stroked her clit as he fingered her, the chill running deep into her tight core and mixing with the pleasure. She clenched on his fingers, rolling her hips for more. When he pulled them out she felt empty and craved more, an obscene wet sound filling her ears as he pulled them away.

He briefly licked his long fingers and put them in his mouth so he could suck them dry, a sight that made her pussy clench and tighten. He sucked them clean as he looked back at her. “Your pussy tastes so sweet, princess…. Fuck,” he said as he looked down at her. All she could think of is how she wanted him to eat her out until she was a mess. She watched as he shifted gears. His big hands gripped her thighs as he leaned over and slowly ran his warm, wet tongue along her soaked core.

“G-Grandmaster...!” She whined. She trembled as he spread her legs to get deeper. “S-Seonghwa...!” She nearly screamed. She tugged at his black hair and the mat underneath her as he kept licking. He grunted at the tug of his hair, enjoying the feeling more than he should. Part of him wanted to play and challenge her to keep quiet. But nobody was around, so it didn’t matter. He wished they were somewhere else so he could hear her scream his name in the most pleasing and sexual way he could imagine. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t give a single fuck.

His tongue rolled over her clit and dipped back in. “O-oh my god...” She sighed, gripping her tits and nipples between her fingers and rolling them. He briefly pulled his mouth away to rub her clit. He looked up at her and spoke. “How does it feel, baby?” He asked as he casually kissed her inner thighs. “G-god, daddy, it feels so good...!” She moaned. Seonghwa dipped his tongue back in, licking deep and wrapping his lips around her soaking wet pussy. He came back up to kiss her neck roughly, mentally laughing at his vow to not leave any brutally visible marks. “You taste so fucking sweet, princess.” He hummed. Seven smirked as she felt her cunt stay warm. “You do a good job of tasting me.” She said.

Seonghwa pulled away, his hand wiping his mouth from her wetness. He reached to take his clothes off, but Seven had already reached to help him remove it. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his as she helped him take it off. Together they practically ripped off his gear and the black shirt. Seven greedily grabbed onto his body, eager to feel something, anything, to satisfy her touch starvation. He guided her hand to touch his muscular and toned chest. He guided her hand down his chiseled abs, admiring the way it felt when she touched him. Years of intense combat training allowed him to develop a body that looked as if it was sculpted by the gods, and she loved it. He exhaled as soon as her skin hit his, feeling her hand grab onto his body like a needy person. “You have such a nice body...” she whispered as she continued to touch him. Seonghwa chuckled, something she thought she’d never hear. “You flatter me.” He said. “I’ll do more than just flatter you.” She responded.

Seven reached down below and undid his black joggers. Her hand reached in and pulled his thick cock out. “Fuck, your dick is so big...” she moaned against his lips. Seven softly pinned Seonghwa down faster than he could process. She got on top of him, setting her warm, soaking wet pussy right on top of his cock as it laid against his body. Her gorgeously thick and tattooed thighs straddled his body easily as she laid on top of him, her full and voluptuous breasts laying against his sculpted abs.

She pushed her long black hair to the side and looked him in his eyes. Seonghwa looked up at her with lust, admiring how beautiful she truly was. Her long hair fell behind her, her big breasts in plain sight, her gorgeous hourglass shape, her naked physique with piercings and tattoos made him go crazy. He wanted so much more, thinking of lots of ways to fuck her until she came on his cock, screaming his name and shaking after he ravaged her body. And he only wanted her. He wanted her to only need him. He pondered all of this before his right hand slid onto her ass. He squeezed it before smacking it casually as Seven began to grind on him, her pussy sliding on his painfully hard cock. “Fuck, Daddy. I can feel you throbbing. I’m getting your dick wet.” She sighed as she kept grinding on him. Seonghwa’s fingers reached down to where it briefly brushed the outskirts of her pussy, getting some of her wetness on his fingers. Seven moaned as she leaned over and continued to grind. “You’re fucking tempting me.” He huffed.

She pushed his joggers down a bit and stroked his cock slowly as they briefly kissed. She pulled away to look at him. “My turn to please you.” She said softly. She continued to stroke his cock as she kissed his neck. His body began to warm up, concerning him but offering a wave of undying euphoria. She trailed her lips down his body, kissing his chest and his nipples. Seonghwa exhaled a satisfied breath of air as he felt her get closer and closer to his painfully hard cock. Once she reached it, he watched with anticipation as she took a nice long stripe up his cock.

He groaned as her mouth engulfed his cock entirely. Her lips wrapped around his thick dick like it was a lollipop, sucking anything but carefully to please him. She pushed down until his cock reached her throat without a gag reflex, making him moan sinfully. She pulled away to lick the sides and stroke as she looked at him. “It’s like licking ice itself.” She giggled. “You seem to be having fun, sucking my dick like that” Seonghwa panted as he propped himself up on his elbows and watched her suck it again. “You’re one to talk. You look like you’re enjoying this a lot.” She replied, soaking his cock significantly. “I am enjoying myself, princess. But I think you deserve it more.” He said. Seven looked up at him, slowing her hand as she lowered her tone to a seductive one. “You’ll have to challenge me from pleasing you more, because this is fun.” She dared. The grandmaster smirked, looking her straight in her eyes. “Challenge accepted.” He simply said.

Seonghwa got up and pressed her down onto the mat, staring down at her hungrily. “Let me please you, princess.” He insisted. He pulled his hard cock back into his hand and stroked it as he watched her writhe for it. “God, you’re so sexy.” She said. Seonghwa leaned over to press another kiss on her lips. “I think you deserve that comment more.” He mumbled.

He leaned in, rubbing the tip of his cock along her entrance. “Don’t wait, please...” she begged, looking into his eyes. He followed, slowly sliding in and locking eyes with her. Seven, overstimulated from the pleasure, grabbed onto his biceps and back and moaned out, muffling it slightly with his shoulder, her legs tightening around his hips. He paused, his concern taking over. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked alarmed. “You feel so good inside me.” She whimpered. “Can I move?” He panted. She clenched down, nodding as he started to move. “Y-yes, grandmaster, fuck me, please...!” She moaned.

He pulled out until only the tip remained and then pounded back in. Seven gasped and bit her lip, taking the pleasure entirely. She spread her legs wider for him as his huge cock sank into her tight little pussy. She never had someone this big inside of her and it felt so good. The way he filled her up so well and the way his cock slid against her walls and her sweet spot made her see stars with every thrust. He grabbed her lithe waist, keeping himself grounded as he started to thrust. He started slamming his hips into hers.

Seven grabbed her breasts and huffed as she allowed him to treat and worship her body and her pussy the way it should be. “F-fuck, it feels so good...” she whimpered out loud. He touched her clit again as he pounded even further, growling as she clenched some more. “You’re so fucking tight, princess.” he grunted as he took deeper strokes. The deeper strokes caught her attention as she whimpered and gasped like a little slut and watched his huge thick cock sink into her tight hole.

“This pussy was made just for me, wasn’t it, princess? You’re taking me so well.” He told her, rubbing her clit as he kept thrusting into her. “Y-yes…!” She moaned. He smirked, continuing his brutal thrusts into her pussy, knowing she couldn’t form proper words due to the pleasure. Seven was just far too stimulated to do anything but just moan and whine about how he was making her feel good.

“Taking my cock so well. This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it, princess? You wanted me deep in this cute little pussy, didn’t you? Taking dick so well like you were made for it… Made to take my dick so well…. Just like a good girl.” He told her. Seven felt like she was going to explode. Being told she was taking her superior’s dick like a champ was doing numbers for her pleasure. She felt like she’d lose it any minute.

It didn’t take long for Seven to feel like her orgasm was already near, and the same went for Seonghwa. Building tension and sexual frustration and desire for months and different roles in the group made it hard for them to touch for a long time until they were able to. They train together and certain grabs while sparring further the frustration, making both of them want to lose it all in a heartbeat. But neither could risk it until now. The need to touch each other had her taking extra hot showers and touching herself until she came to relieve tension, and him waiting until night to get rid of the frustration on his own by stroking his cock until he shot his load onto his hand. But now was the time to get rid of it. “Right f-fucking there...!” She yelled as he pounded in, and he gave her what she begged for.

“S-Seonghwa... Grandmaster...!” She whined lowly, remembering to keep her volume low. “Are you close, baby?” He asked, his thumb giving casual and rough strokes to her clit. She couldn’t even speak over the obscene and powerful sounds of thrusts in the dojo. His hips crashed into hers, his thick cock pounding her little pussy until it ached pleasurably. He pushed in even deeper, if possible, and thrusted like his life depended on it. “Cum for me, Seven. Cum for your Grandmaster.” He demanded, his hand on her neck. And that was it.

She lost it, her vision going nearly completely dark as her hips rolled and jolted. Her legs tightened around his hips and her nails dragged along his back. She screamed his name as she came hard on his thick cock, then moaning his title over and over again lowly, as hard as it was to be coherent. She squirted onto his thick cock, coating it in her cum. Seonghwa came at the same time, pounding his thick ropes of cum out into her tight little pussy, gripping her hips tightly until he was certain everything was out. He came to a stop and leaned over, panting as he came down from his high.

He noticed Seven had not moved or said anything since her orgasm. He gently cupped her face and saw her eyes were closed. He was worried until he saw her chest rising and falling as if she was asleep. She was still tense, her hands still gripping his body. “God, you’re so good...” She whispered. He carefully, and reluctantly, pulled out of her tight heat and put her clothes back on and his own. He lifted her up into his arms, watching as she clung to him.

“Hwa...” She whispered. “Shhh... I’ll take care of you.” He hushed. When he knew everything was set, he walked over to the door and opened it, not expecting San to be standing outside leaning against the wall with his default shit-eating grin on his face.

“Sounds like you two had a lot of fun.” He commented. Seonghwa glared at his friend.

“We did, and she’s mine, San.”

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Something sweet

Plot: Prince Felix falls in love with his maid.

Warnings: Prince Felix, maid female named reader, detail smut, fluff, and angst. Medieval times. Valentine's special.

Day three- Something Sweet

@underworldnet

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Felix wakes up next to his maid who had come into his room last night and he automatically hugged her and held her closer, they had been friends since they were kids, she was also his personal maid as well which made things easier for them to be always with each other.

Eventually they both had fallen in love with each other which led to them sneaking around the castle together whenever they could.

"Felix?" Maya whispers sleepily as she also wakes up and sits up. Felix turns to her his hair in every direction and he whispers "Yes, my sweet one?"

Maya blushes from the nickname he gave her and she whispers "Are you okay? I felt you moving around alot." Felix bites his bottom lip and he whispers "I have a nightmare about us again." He leans forward and puts his face against her shoulder.

Maya wraps her arms around his waist gently and whispers softly "About your parents?" Felix nods against her shoulder and he whispers "Yes, but this time, they killed you by hanging you in public making me watch."

Maya nuzzles her nose against his jawline and she whispers "Felix, I know our romance is forbidden but I love you and if your parents do kill me. I'll be okay with it because I have your love and that's more important to me than anything else."

Felix tears up aas he holds her close nuzzling her gently as his tears roll down his face, he whispers "I can't live without you though you're my something sweet." Maya tears up and starts to cry as she wipes his tears away and she whispers "Oh Felix, you're my something sweet too."

Smut down below:

Felix gently pushes his head against hers and then pushes his body against hers, pushing her back onto the bed as he hovers over her naked body, getting comfortable between her legs.

"Felix?" Maya whispers softly which causes Felix to look into her eyes with hooded eyes and he leans down, his nose touching hers and he whispers "I'm going to make love to you, my sweet something."

Maya tears up from the overwhelming feeling the love she was receiving from Felix, she kisses the tip of his nose as she watches Felix grab his cock with the hand that's covered in rings before he nuzzles his cock between her wet folds and pushes into her entrance causing her breath to hitch and whimper in pleasure.

Felix moans as he starts to thrust in and out of her entrance and he whispers softly in her ear "You okay, my sweet?" Maya moans as she feels his cock thrusting in and out her, the slapping of skin filling the room along with pants.

"I'm okay, oh Felix~" Maya moans as she grips Felix's nape hair as Felix wraps his arms around as he picks up his thrusting, he was going so fast and hard that the bed started to rock with him.

"Ah, fuck." Felix whispers as he kisses her lips gently holding her close nuzzling her gently as he cums inside of her deeply.

Maya whimpers and shakes as she cums around Felix's cock holding onto him, after a few minutes of hovering Felix lays down on Maya's and kisses her face before whispering "My something sweet."

[underworldnet]

whoa! looks like eros has been making his rounds, and now love is in the air! 🏹 💕 to celebrate, underworldnet presents the season of love writing event!

there will be a prompt every day from february 7th to february 14th. fanfiction pieces can be nsfw or sfw (nsfw pieces must have sensitive content under a read more cut and provide proper warnings!). every piece written for the event must include “underworldnet season of love event” within the post, as well as include what specific day/prompt the piece is for. make sure to tag the net as you usually would when posting.

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑬 — desire

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑶 — cupid

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 — something sweet

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 — red

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 — arranged marriage

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑿 — break up and/or make up

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 — first love

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 — romantic gestures

[nateezfics]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s season of love event day three, something sweet.

You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeter’s gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.

You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.

You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.

Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. “Have you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?”

You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. “Yes,” you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”

His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoong’s fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. “Then feast on me until you have your fill.”

But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds weren’t the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.

“And what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?” Hongjoong’s hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.

Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoong’s fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if he’d been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity you’d gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. “So pretty stuffed with my fingers.” Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.

Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.

Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. “You look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.” He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. “You’re delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.”

You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.

“But as much as I would love to do just that, I can’t deny my own need anymore.” Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. “I desire to take you. To fill you so full you’ll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?”

You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds weren’t what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. “Yes.”

Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.”

He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; you’d never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.

Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.”

You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.

Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries he’d endured, he’d never found someone as perfect as you. “It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. You’re absolutely divine.”

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. “O-oh!”

Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. “Feels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.

Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throne’s cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. “I could never tire of having you like this. You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.”

Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didn’t care what the aftermath of this would be.

Hongjoong’s hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.

“Hongjoong.” You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. “You said I could feast on you until I had my fill.”

Hongjoong hummed against your lips. “Yes.”

You smirked. “And I am still hungry.”

❦ “Mother you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?” ❦

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this wasn’t exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3

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[moonjella]

MASQUERADE — 00 LINE

pairing || 00 line x fem!reader

synopsis || it's your first halloween at this prestigious school and with it is your first annual halloween masquerade. it's elegance and classiness mixed with the spirits of the young and drunk — a party like no other. but there is one rule : do not remove your mask. easy enough in theory, but in practise you find yourself to be the only prey in a room full of predators.

content || mature, minors do not interact! alcohol consumption. explicit smut — gangbang, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumming inside, cunningulus, fingering, blowjob, doggy style, riding, double penetration (spitroasting), anal play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petplay, petnames, degradation and praise, dom/sub dynamics.

word count || 6.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day eight : costume.

“A bunny?” you scoff. “Really?”

“It was the only thing left in your size.” Shotaro explains. And in all honesty, it looks like the dress is two times smaller than anything you’ve worn before.

“I’m sure the fancy dress store would have had something better.”

“And I’m sure you know that this isn’t a party for five–year–olds. This isn’t fancy dress, it’s fancy dress. As a member of the committee, I can’t allow you into the party with me if you don’t follow the rules.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” you snatch the dress from his hands and throw it onto the bed. But you pick up the glamorous mask from the box he’d opened for you. This, at least, was something to admire.

A bunny mask, white with gems and lace dotted delicately across it with two white feathers poking from the top to act as ears.

“Come on,” he whines. “You promised you’d come this year.”

“I know I did but now that it’s a few hours away, I’m beginning to think it’s okay to break some promises.”

“You’d really break a promise with your best friend?” he gasps. It sounds like he’s only kidding when he fake sobs but it’s Shotaro and you know it means something to him deep down.

He’s your best friend, after all.

You tut and let out a quiet exhale.

“I’ll go,” you say to him. “But is there really nothing else I can wear?”

“I spent all day shopping to find your costume…” he pouts.

“Fine,” you huff. “Is there a reason I��m bunny?”

“Didn’t I tell you this year’s theme is animals?”

“I thought it was masquerade.”

“Every year is masquerade, dummie. But the theme changes every year, not many people go with the theme anyway. But I thought it would be fun for us to do it, since it’s your first time.”

“What’s your animal?” you ask him.

“I’m an otter.” He says with the biggest, dorkiest smile ever.

“An otter?”

“Yeah!” his eyes close up from how much he’s smiling and you can’t find it in yourself to question his choice further.

“This party’s a big deal, huh?” you mutter to yourself.

“I’ll pick you up at nine, ‘kay?”

You nod and wave him goodbye while he runs out of your room. You know in the few hours until the party, he’ll barely have enough time to get ready himself since he’s part of the committee.

Neither you or Shotaro were party people, but the annual Halloween masquerade is something he takes pride in — mainly because him and a bunch of his friends host it every year, but also because he loves the spooky season.

Though, you can imagine there’d be little festivities happening tonight.

With the kind of crowd at your college — a prestigious and expensive kind — the partygoers only care about drinking overpriced champagne and showing off their designer outfits.

It’s not that you never attended by your own choice. Shotaro invited you every year but last year you fell sick and the year before you were behind with assignments.

You feel worried, in a way. Sure, you’ve been to your share of parties. But this is the biggest party of the year. And your outfit seemed lame.

Tonnes of people go as bunnies, and the number of bunnies would be higher since the theme is animals. Oh well, you trust Shotaro’s choice.

You sigh as you look over the items on your bed.

The white dress, the embellished mask and a pair of white kitten heels — Shotaro knows you wouldn’t be able to handle stilettos for an entire night and you silently thank him for taking note.

You remind yourself to pay him in return for going shopping on your behalf as you get in the shower. Playing your favourite songs, you get ready with a bit of a lighter mood.

Since you’re wearing a mask, you don’t go too heavy on the eyes and instead focus on picking out the perfect shade of lipstick. And then you move onto your hair.

When you’re done, you slip into your dress, fumbling with the zipper as your arms reach around your back to pull it up. You put on your shoes and straighten yourself out in the mirror.

You look… beautiful.

White never looked so good on you.

No one in the entire campus has seen you show so much skin and you begin to tremble with bad nerves but a knock on your room door grounds you.

“You look amazing!” Shotaro looks you up and down with a huge smile.

He is donned in a brown tweed suit. His hair is slicked back and the upper half of his face is covered with a mask — rounded eyes and rounded ears and brown fur.

“Mr. Otter,” you greet him. “You’re late.”

“Only by two minutes,” he grins and picks up your mask before tying the ribbons around your head, making sure to not spoil your perfectly styled hair. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nervous, but I’m starting to feel excited.”

Although the pit of your stomach is a little wobbly, there is a thrilling sensation in your chest that outweighs it. it’s safe to say you’re not as reluctant as before now that Shotaro is here. He’s so happy to see you.

You can only imagine how excited he is for you to finally attend his party.

Maybe it’s the excitement of Shotaro escorting you, or the fact that it’s your first time going, but when you look in the mirror while he fixes your mask, you feel like a completely different person. And you like it.

Maybe just for one night, you could be someone else.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

Your hand slips into his naturally. “Yeah.”

“You remember the rule, right?”

“Don’t take off your mask.”

The party is everything you imagined it to be, and everything you didn’t imagine it to be.

You’re in awe at the sheer elegance of it.

Sure, you’ve heard many stories about it. You never attended but it was no doubt a hot topic of conversation for days afterwards and people began looking forward to next year’s party immediately.

As you stepped into the hall, it feels like a new age ballroom for modern teens.

Like the old days of high society somehow met with drunken teen spirit of the twenty–first century.

You would be lying to say you aren’t impressed when Shotaro asks you.

Staring up at the dazzling chandeliers, Shotaro’s arm slips from your hold as he hugs some random guy. You don’t recognise him because of the mask he’s wearing, but he’s all green. His suit a dark shade of emerald velvet while his mask is a few shades lighter with textured snake skin.

His smile, on the other hand, is charming and completely unalike to a snake.

They exchange chatter and you don’t pay attention to their words until Mr. Snake lays his eyes on you. His pretty smile widens to show a perfect set of teeth.

Before he can introduce himself, you’re met with a handful of girls who’ve been excited to see you since you announced to them you’d be at the party. They whisk you away and you give a sorry wave to Shotaro.

You didn’t want to leave him so early but he cheers you on with raised fists.

You’re rushed onto the dance floor but you want nothing more than to peel away from the crammed bodies. For a few moments, you blend in on the border of enjoying dancing but you’d need a few drinks to loosen up first.

You escape the grasp of sweaty bodies wrapped in expensive clothes and slip away to the side.

If the party is this hyper right now, you certainly don’t feel excited for how much louder it will get in a few hours.

But then again… tonight’s all about letting go, right?

It wouldn’t hurt to join in with the chaos for one night.

Everyone’s wearing masks and you can barely recognise who is who unless you know them personally.

There’s a hint of fun among all of this.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a gentle shiver runs down your spine. It’s thrilling. And you feel like everyone is watching — your body grows a little to elated to what you’re used to.

Backing away from the crowd, you walk over to the punch table.

You sniff it before drinking, registering a hint of alcohol hidden among the fruity taste.

If you wanted to get completely wasted, you’d have started with the champagne on the other side of the room but you settle with some surprisingly good punch for now.

You just needed easing up a little.

And it works pretty fast. Your shoulders slowly relax and the dancefloor doesn’t seem so daunting now.

You feel a timid buzz in your body and it becomes stronger when someone joins you at the punch table.

He leans his butt against it after pouring a cup and sips it while looking you up and down.

You feel yourself burst into flames under the gaze of… a bear?

“Bunny?”

You nod.

“Nice,” he smirks. “You’re missing a tail, though.”

You roll your eyes and sip your own drink while his eyes slip down your back to your butt where he would expect to see a plush ball of white fur. You didn’t think about it until now, but your mask and ears are enough to let others know what animal you are. A missing tail isn’t a big deal.

But the way Mr. Bear looks at your body is.

It’s a new feeling; you like it, but you also don’t.

Discomfort floods your body but at the same time, you don’t want the feeling to go away. You can feel the walls of your comfort zone breaking away little by little.

You sigh at the thought. You’re doing this for Shotaro, remember?

Speaking of, you glance around the room and spot him surrounded by a group of people. Always the social butterfly. You feel proud of him in a way, but it didn’t help that you’re too awkward to speak to anybody else in the room.

Small talk has never been your expertise.

“Enjoying the party?” Mr. Bear asks.

“Sure.”

“Just sure? Not this is the best party you’ve ever been to?”

“It’s not the worst,” you shrug.

He chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.

“You look like you don’t go to many parties.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you here?”

Now, who does he think he is interrogating you for no reason, hm? His bear mask is less than intimidating, but the smirk on his face when he sees you firing up is enough to unsettle your nerves.

He’s here to piss you off on purpose.

There’s no need to give him what he wants.

Just finish your drink and go to the dance floor, maybe find Shotaro and dance with him for a bit before leaving.

“It’s rude to ignore people. It would be a shame to see a cute, little bunny get into trouble with the big, bad bear.”

He scoots over to you as he says it and he makes sure to whisper it right into your ear.

You swallow, ignoring the way his breath floats over your skin and causes goosebumps to rise. You curse the dress for not being long enough to hide how your body reacts to him.

“Big and bad, my ass,” you scoff, hiding your nervousness with an attitude. “You’re as intimidating as my little toe.”

You roll your eyes. When is this loser going to leave?

“You here with anyone?”

“What?”

“Did you come here with a date or are you alone?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious if you had an invite.”

“First of all, I was invited. And secondly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my night breaking into some dumb party.”

“You sound angry,” he hisses. “Maybe you should leave if you don’t like it.”

“I would but some asshole bear keeps trying to talk to me.”

He’s silent for a moment before asking, “Who did you come with?”

Your grit your teeth. All the work the alcohol had done to relax you had failed the moment this pretentious ass came along.

“I came with Shotaro,” you tell him.

“Shotaro?” he laughs. “You gotta be kidding. Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Why not? Is it so hard to believe?”

“A little,” he admits, clearly becoming agitated with you. “How about I call him over so you can say it to him?”

“What are you—”

“Relax, Haechan” Mr. Snake appears in true snake fashion. He attempts to rub away the tension in Mr. Bear’s shoulders. “She’s with Taro. I saw them come in together.”

The bear bites back a remark and finally shuts up.

With the snake dude is another guy — dark hair and piercing eyes. It takes you a while but you realise his mask depicts a wolf.

“You’re YN, right?” he says. “Taro talks about you a lot.”

You nod silently.

“Shit… you’re YN?” Haechan brings his fist up to cover his mouth. You don’t know why he’s so shocked but him being stunned to silence works for you.

“I’m Jeno.” Mr. Wolf holds out his hand but you don’t take it.

He retracts it slowly and you look to Mr. Snake again.

“Jaemin,” he introduces himself. “And you know Haechan already, I see.”

The four of you fall into silence. After learning their names, you can’t say you know them. You don’t recall ever having classes with any of them.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Mr. Snake slash Jaemin asks.

“It’s fine,” you say plainly. “The company, however, is not.”

Your words cut through the air between you like a knife and you can tell they’re all taken aback. You’re not sure where this fieriness has come from but it feels exhilarating. Seeing them all look at you in surprise while at the same time, their eyes travel up and down your body.

Being set on fire by three different gazes is new but addicting.

You direct your attention to tracing the shape of the pumpkin on your cup of punch while they begin chattering to one another. It’s a little awkward and you’re about to leave before you’re knocked into.

Thankfully, your white dress doesn’t get stained but the white shirt of a tux turns red with the punch.

“Aww, man, my shirt!”

You step back immediately, not wanting any of the stains on you.

“I told you to watch it,” a familiar voice whines. Renjun appears donning a fox mask while patting down YangYang with some napkins. “Oh, hey YN. You look… good.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes stick on your body before looking away.

“Th–thanks…” you mutter.

Renjun is a quiet friend, but he always goes out of his way to speak with you. You have a few classes together and you get along well. But one thing you’ve always wanted to ask him is why he hangs out with YangYang so much.

Renjun is a sweet, calm and mature guy. YangYang is nothing but trouble. He’s loud and grabs attention wherever he goes. You try not to question their friendship much but as Renjun tries to clean the stain on the latter’s suit, you really wonder how their friendship came to be.

YangYang wears a mask with a pointed nose and eyes — an eagle.

Interesting choice.

Being surrounded by them all — all of whom are taller than you — makes you feel intimidated. They share glances between themselves; it’s awkward but no one says anything.

Renjun continues to help YangYang clean himself, Haechan starts whining again and thankfully, it’s not to you. And the other two, Jeno and Jaemin, deal with both Haechan’s annoyance and YangYang’s carelessness.

While they’re distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away and scour the floor for Shotaro. He’s further away now and you don’t look forward to fighting your way through the dancefloor to get to him.

You pull your phone from your purse and send him a quick text message. He checks his phone straight away and his eyes search for you as soon as he sees it and you give him a little wave. He smiles back in acknowledgement before his attention is stolen again.

The message reads: gonna head to the private room for a bit. I’ll come back soon

You head to the said room, looking back to ensure nobody saw you slipping through the back door of the hall and down the empty corridors of the building.

When you reach the room, you close the door quietly behind you.

The lights are already turned on, albeit dim. Somebody probably forgot to switch them off, maybe Shotaro.

He showed you his “secret” room a long time ago but you never visited it frequently until recently. He used it to plan for the party while you studied sitting next to him. No one else ever came when you were alone so you assume it’s an unused room.

Shotaro told you he sometimes comes here alone when he feels stressed, and asked for you to use it freely.

You collapse onto the soft couch; the plush, velvety material drags you deeper while you take off your mask and fling it onto the coffee table.

“So much for getting out of my comfort zone.”

You scroll through your phone until you’re bored and then spend the rest of your time laying in silence staring at the decorated ceiling.

Shotaro probably won’t have much time to come see you away from the party so you decide to head back.

But as soon as you stand, you hear voices growing louder. You stop a few feet away from the door, waiting for them to pass so you can leave only for the door to your room to swing wide open.

You jolt slightly, heart racing for some reason.

“Another shirt ruined. My mom’s going to kill me.” YangYang says as he enters first but stops in his tracks right in front of you.

The others bump into him subsequently.

“YN,” the wolf — Jeno — says. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I was just leaving.” You duck to the side to make a narrow escape but a big, tall bear stands in your way.

“Not so fast, little bunny. You know this is our room, right?”

You clench your jaw. What is it with this guy and trying to cause you problems?

“I didn’t know.”

“So you just go wandering into any room you like?”

“I…, no. Shotaro brought me here. He said I can use it whenever.”

“Oh, he did now?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Now, now children. Let’s not start getting into it again.” Jaemin says.

The others step further into the room and you try to leave again but Haechan still stands in your way.

“You gonna move or what?”

“Would you look at that?” he scoffs. “Bunny’s got a bite.”

If he doesn’t stop, you might actually bite him.

He steps closer and you stand up straighter when he looks down at you. He’s only inches away; he feels… addicting.

“Don’t act so brave, little bunny. Or the big, bad bear might gobble you up whole.”

You scoff.

“Not likely. The majority of a bear’s diet consists of vegetation.”

“Bunny’s got a brain, too.” Jaemin says from the couch. Your back is facing him so you don’t see him picking up the bunny mask you left on the table and waving it to the others. “But not a big one, apparently.”

The rest of them have settled comfortably in the room and before you know it, Haechan is grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to sit with them.

“What are you doing?!”

“Can’t let you go back out there when you’ve broken the rule. The little bunny needs to be punished.”

“What rule?” you huff. “Let go of me.”

You’re more than surprised when he places you in his lap. Freezing up immediately, your eyes widen but the rest of them act like this is just a normal day.

“Did Taro forget to tell you?” Renjun asks, and then explains, “You’re not allowed to take off your mask.”

“What—”

“Be quiet. You’re annoying me.” Haechan says.

And that’s exactly why he has you in his lap, isn’t it? Being stuck here is definitely a punishment.

They begin yet another conversation, complaining about how exhausted they all are from organising the party.

“Wait, you guys are on the committee?”

“Duh.” Haechan mutters beneath you.

“We all host the party with Shotaro,” Jeno explains. “Every year.”

You take in the information slowly. Maybe you should have thought twice before dissing the party to them earlier. No wonder the man beneath you got so pressed.

Stuck in your thoughts, you fall into silence again before a tickle against your leg stirs you. Jaemin’s fingers trace little patterns into your skin. He meets your eyes briefly before giving his attention back to the others as if nothing happened.

They continue talking but you feel both Haechan and Jaemin growing closer to you.

Haechan’s breath flutters over your skin. He places his chin on your shoulder and teases you ear with his lips. Your too stunned to comprehend his whispers and Jaemin snakes his way closer to you.

The others are watching as the two slowly break down your walls and every nerve in your body is on high alert.

Jaemin’s hand travels past the hem of your dress and you gasp as Haechan’s lips finally touch your skin. He’s soft, gently breathing onto the skin of your neck before biting down.

“Ah!” you yelp.

Your body is hot while the others watch Jaemin rubbing your thighs and Haechan leaving marks all along your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“Hm? Don’t you like this?”

You bite your lips. You do, but it feels so wrong to admit it.

The desperation takes over, and you nod eagerly. This punishment doesn’t seem bad at all.

“Use your words, bunny. Tell us you want it.”

“I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want all of you.”

“Fuck…” you hear Jeno chuckle behind you. “Who knew Taro’s girl was this desperate?”

“I…I’m not…”

“Don’t give us that crap,” YangYang butts in. His legs are spread wide on the couch and his arms across the back of it. “Why don’t you come over here?”

“Hey, I had her first!” Haechan whines.

“Fuck you. You’ve had her all this time. You wanna know how hard my dick is from watching?”

“Not my problem.” Haechan says and grabs you by the cheeks, slamming his lips onto yours.

Your mouth opens to his immediately, letting him inside and you feel warmth in every part of you, especially in your core. You rub your thighs together, fidgeting in his lap and ensuring you rock your ass against his hardening cock.

Jaemin is exploring you with him. His hands have snuck under your dress, cupping your ass while he attacks your neck with his lips.

His mask grazes against your jaw and his dark eyes look to you through narrow slits.

There’s something exhilarating about his face being hidden, all of theirs. Maybe it was a good thing you were the only one to break the rule.

Haechan lifts your hips and situates you exactly how he wants.

Your ass presses right onto his dick while Jaemin helps him spread your legs wide on either side of him. He drops to his knees, kissing his way up from your ankles to your inner thighs.

His lips tickle you and your core tenses.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He notions towards your white, lacey panties.

You nod, swallowing nervously as he peels them away. You can feel the arousal on the material when it parts from you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

“Of course, she is,” Haechan kisses your neck. “She’s a slutty little bunny. Ain’t that right?”

He nudges you and you nod quickly.

One of his hands cups your breast while the other pulls your dress up, holding it against your stomach so no obstacles are left for Jaemin.

“You sure you want this?” Jaemin asks. You appreciate his sentiment but you’re too desperate for his niceties.

“Yes, please…just touch me!”

A filthy grin finds its way to his face before he dips his head and attaches his lips to your pussy.

“Ah!” you whimper.

Your back presses into Haechan as it arches and your ass grinds against his cock while you rock your hips back and forth against Jaemin’s face. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight around his neck while he licks and sucks.

He drags his teeth over your clit gently, causing you to cry out from the feeling. And then he rubs his tongue up and down, electrifying your entire body.

You feel your orgasm approaching when he shoves two fingers into your pussy with ease. You’re so fucking wet and he spreads you open while tasting your sweet essence.

Pleasure hits you, blinding your senses and your body trembles in Haechan’s embrace. You’re gasping and crying, begging for Jaemin to not stop and finally your hips stop moving.

You collapse onto Haechan and catch your breath. Upon opening your eyes, you see them all staring at you with mouths wide open.

“You sound so pretty…” Renjun mutters.

Some of them stroke their boners over their slacks, others watch quietly, waiting for the next move.

“My turn.” Haechan flips you onto the couch. Your shoulders meet the cushions while your ass bends upwards. You shuffle into a more comfortable version while Haechan rips off his belt and pulls out his cock.

He hisses when he strokes it a few times.

“God, you’re so hot…” he whispers. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

You moan into the cushions while he prods your entrance.

“Wait,” Jeno calls.

“The fuck do you want?”

You turn your head to see Mr. Wolf reaching into his pocket and making his way to you. He talks directly to you, ignoring Haechan completely.

“Now’s a good time to tell you about the little gift Shotaro bought you.”

He reveals a fluffy white ball. You’re not sure of its purpose at first until you see the rounded metal hidden beneath all the fur.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Shotaro got me that?!”

“He pussied out last minute and gave it to me instead. But it was meant for you.”

“Why the hell would he give it to you?” Renjun asks and Jeno shrugs while the others laugh.

You swallow grimly, eyes not leaving the toy.

“How about we give our bunny a tail?” Haechan grins.

His voice is so sickeningly annoying but you can’t get enough of it.

“What do you say?”

You purse your lips in thought.

Did Taro really get you that?

What did he mean by it?

Does he… want to have sex with you? Or was it only meant to as an accessory to your costume?

You don’t have time to think about it and you brush the notions away quickly with a nod.

“Bunny wants a tail.” You whine cutely, pouting your lips as you look up at him.

You hear one of them groan and Haechan grabs handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting between them. His fingers rub gently, spreading his spit.

Meanwhile, Jeno bends down to your level.

“Open wide.”

You part your lips and stick out your tongue, letting the saliva dribble. He rubs the metal part of the ball up and down, coating it in saliva before ordering you to suck on it. Whispers of curses fill the room as you make the most needy face you can while sucking on the toy.

“Good girl,” Jeno strokes your hair, tickling your scalp with his fingers.

The plug pops from your mouth Haechan holds you open while Jeno slips it in your ass.

“Relax, baby,” he rubs your body to ease. “There we go. Almost there.”

He teases it in and out of your hole until you’re ready to take it fully and then he pushes it in. You whine from the sensation but the feeling of being filled is incredible. You shake your ass teasingly and both of them grab it, leaving a red mark from a slap.

Haechan wastes no time in fucking you. He pushes into your pussy, guiding your hips onto him with eagerness. His cock spreads you open and he stutters vocally.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…”

You whine in response and push your hips back and forth with him, allowing him to dive in deeper. Your walls wrap around him and he stills for a moment when he’s fully situated.

“Fuck, Haechan!” you cry. “Feels so good.”

“Baby, I’m not even doing anything.” He chuckles and the others laugh with him. “You’re such a little bunnywhore, ain’t ya? So desperate for my cock.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Please, Haechan, want you to fuck me so good.”

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.”

“Please! Fuck me real good, Haechan. Wanna be fucked like a little whore!”

He drags his cock out slowly before slamming back in.

“What a slutty little bunny.”

You moan into the cushions, not caring if they become covered with your drool and makeup. You can only feel Haechan’s cock driving in and out of you and the heated gaze of everyone else on the two of your bodies.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” Haechan says and you clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock over your ass. His hot cum hits you in spurts and you wiggle your hips side to side while he groans and empties his load on you.

“Fucking perfect…” he whispers and falls onto the couch.

“Who’s next?” Jeno asks.

You rise up on trembling arms and all of them are silent, but expectant. You crawl over to the one closest to you, Renjun.

He seems nervous, swallowing loudly when you touch him.

“Renjun…?”

“You… you don’t have to YN.”

“But I want to.”

You kiss his ears, his neck, his lips. Your hands sneak under his blazer and trace his hard body over his shirt. He nods shyly.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask softly.

“You…” he gasps and throws his head back when you squeeze his cock. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”

You fall to the floor immediately, held warmly between his legs and he helps you remove his cock from his boxers and pants.

You stroke him gently, feeling him harden even more.

An experimental lick swipes its way up his cock and you eye him, watching him unravel from the warmth of your tongue. When you reach the tip, you take him past your lips. Little by little, teasing him and admiring the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.

You make sure to stick out your ass for the others while you suck Renjun’s cock and in no time, his cock hits the back of your throat from his hips thrusting up.

“God, YN!” he moans.

You suck tighter, bob your head faster and when you see his fists tightening by his side, you remove him from your mouth completely.

“Ah!” he gasps loudly. He reaches for his cock to reach his high but you hold them back. “YN, please!”

“Don’t you want to cum inside your little bunny?” you whisper.

He stares at you, mesmerised.

“Renjunnie… cum inside me… please?””

He nods gently.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

You bite your lips, telling him that it’s more than fine. You want nothing more than to be filled up with him, with all of them.

To your side, YangYang has his cock out, stroking it up and down while his head rests on the back of the couch watching you. Haechan is still blissed out but watching intensely and the other two sit quietly, waiting for you to finish with their friend.

You climb onto his lap, a thigh on either side and press your lips to his while sinking down in his cock. He moans into your mouth and you mix them with your own. He holds you nervously, unsure where to touch you as you rock back and forth on his cock.

His fingers dig into your side and you reach a hand between your bodies, meeting with your needy clit. You rub circles, causing you to clench around his cock and the feeling of his cum spurting into you tosses you over the edge.

You bounce quickly, not wanting to slow down the orgasm anymore and allow yourself to be taken over with another. All the while, Renjun moans and moans until he’s fully spent inside of you.

You feel your ass clenching around the tail and you feel so full being stuffed again and again.

Renjun is on the border of passing out and you jump from him.

YangYang reaches his arm out to grab you but you find it entertaining to tease him and you slip from his grasp, making your way to Jaemin and Jeno.

“Hey, bunny,” Jeno smiles.

You smile sweetly, wobbling on your weak legs and he pulls you into his lap.

“How about we take her together?” he asks Jaemin.

“Sounds good to me.”

He lifts you with ease and lays you gently on the couch they were sitting on. He gives your tail a little tug, causing you to yelp but you all giggle together after.

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are tonight?” Jaemins strokes your cheeks.

You shake your head, melting into his touch.

“Hm, we could tell her,” Jeno suggests. “Or we could show her.”

You whine, feeling your pussy flutter with excitement as if it hadn’t already had enough.

“I think she wants us to show her.” Jaemin smiles and you feel yourself drift to cloud nine when they both look down at you between them.

Jeno places himself between your legs, pressing a long kiss to your ankles before placing them on his shoulder. Jaemin, on the other hand, unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. He lets it hang freely, waiting for you to grab it.

A groan escapes him and his knees tremble when you begin stroking. You pull him closer, letting your tongue taste his precum.

“Ah! Fuck, bunny. You’re such a good girl.”

You squeal when you feel Jeno pressing his cock into your sopping hole. Your pussy flutters around him as he pushes his way in. You’re so overwhelmed yet you keep wanting more.

You take all of Jaemin into your mouth, moving your head as much as you could in this position and Jeno thrusts deeper, slow and hard.

You moan around Jaemin’s cock, vibrations running through his body and when he can’t take it anymore, he grabs a handful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth.

His cock hits the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to distort the image of the two men using you like their personal fleshtoy.

Fuck, you feel so hot.

Your core is so tense and you can feel every ridge of Jeno’s cock in your pussy. He slams harder, faster, pace picking up and rhythm growing messy. He’s close.

“Fuck!” you mumble around Jaemin’s cock.

They both groan, griping onto anything they can and you’re about to cum all over Jeno’s cock when he pulls out. You whine but he uses his fist to empty his load all over your pussy.

Your muscles twitch endlessly and Jaemin pulls out of your mouth only to push Jeno out of the way and replace him inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he groans. “But so fucking cute.”

He thrusts into you and you let your entire body relax in his hold. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the exposed skin of your chest and neck, using his hands to grope your tits.

Your walls flutter around him and you feel the sting of pleasure once again.

“Harder!” you cry.

He heeds your demand and fucks you relentlessly, letting his cum spill freely in your pussy.

“Oh my god!”

You cum together and everyone groans with you. Your head digs into the couch and your hips rise up to meet Jaemin’s until he holds you both still together, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

He shushes you and guides your breathing until you’ve come down from your high once more.

Then he takes your hand and lifts you into an upright position, placing a gentle kiss on you’re forehead.

“Did so well, bunny. You okay?” he asks gently.

You nod, slowly and completely exhausted.

Everyone has collapsed onto their backs, letting the couches swallow them whole.

It must have been quite the show.

For all but one.

“Got one more for me?” YangYang smirks.

You crawl over to him, collapsing on his lap with your thighs on either side. His cock is already out and he’s lining it up with your entrance immediately.

He leaves a small kiss in the crook of your neck before sinking you down on his cock.

You rest your head on his shoulder while he lifts your hips up and down on his lap.

“Oh, my god!” he groans. “Waited so fucking long but it was worth it.”

You don’t register how fast he’s slamming you on his cock, nor how hard his fingers dig into your flesh but you use whatever energy still existing in your body to move your thighs.

“That’s right, bunny. Show me how good you can bounce.”

His words spur you on and the raspiness in his voice elates your heartbeat despite it being impossible to beat any faster.

You feel yourself clench one more time and you spill all of your juices onto him. It’s too much, you can’t hold anything back despite having nothing left to give.

“Fuck, she’s squirting!”

YangYang lifts his hips up when he brings you down on him and you feel him reaching even deeper.

“Ah!” you cry. “Too much!”

“Finally had enough?” he growls into your ear.

You nod desperately.

“Can’t take my cock anymore?”

“It’s too good!”

“Fuck, do you want me to stop or not?”

“No! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

YangYang thrusts harder and he bites into your shoulder. You’re amazed at how your dress was able to stay on this whole time but it slips down further and further, not exposing your chest fully but showing just enough of your tits to drive them all crazy.

One look at them bouncing is enough make YangYang lose all of his control.

“Ah! I’m cumming!” you cry, letting one more, and hopefully the last, orgasm wash over you.

“Fuck! Me too!”

His hips tremor when he pushes himself balls deep in you. They remain flush against your pussy until you feel his cum stop pouring out.

And when he pulls out, his cum drips out of your pussy and back onto his softening cock.

They all groan as you fall to the side, spreading your legs to show them how all of their cum decorates your body.

You’re so fucking messy, sweaty and covered in cum but you don’t care.

All of you sit quietly for a while, not a word spared between you until you’ve caught your breath and attempt to sit upright.

Jaemin and YangYang aid you and help you stand on wobbling legs.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so…” you gasp as you feel the cum dribble down your legs.

“That was fucking amazing…” Haechan says.

And the others agree with him. Renjun just hums in his blissed out state while YangYang strokes your thighs from behind.

“You were amazing. How did you even handle all of that?”

“Because she’s such a good bunny.” Jeno teased but leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek, and Jaemin beings you some tissues and helps you start wiping yourself.

Only now do they remove their masks and it feels refreshing to finally see their handsome faces.

Your entire body trembles gently while they take care of you, making sure to compliment you at any second they get. But a loud click catches everyone’s attention and your body jolts when the door opens.

Terrified of being caught, you grab onto Jaemin and pull him in front of you, but you freeze upon seeing who entered the room.

“Shotaro…” you gasp and pull down your dress as if it would hide the fact that you just fucked all of his friends.

“YN?”

He looks somewhat disheartened as he walks deeper into the room. Music still beats through the walls and your heart hammers with it.

As he gets closer, you see his eyes swim with emotion. And to your surprise, his entire demeanour changes from his usual softness to something dark and dominating. You’ve never seen him like this before but the numbness in your body slowly fades, replacing itself with excitement.

The room is silent as he guides your chin upwards to look him in the eyes.

His warm fingers caress your cheeks and as he stares deep into your soul, his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you so close to him that you can’t escape.

“Looks like someone’s been a bad bunny.”

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Daddy Issues [8:59 P.M.]

Changbin x Black! Female Reader

Day Eight: Romantic Gestures ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Rolling blunts for your lover is a romantic gesture and that’s a hill I will die on, thank you. ♥️

CW: Smut smut smut, big dick Binnie, size kink/difference (reader is shorter than Changbin), spanking.

TW: Mentions of abuse, weed.

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Daddy issues, Rin had daddy issues. And so did Seo Changbin.

“F-fuck, right there, daddy…!” She whined. Changbin chuckled and pulled her hair, pulling hard enough to make her head jerk back towards him. Rin whimpered as the pain of her hair being pulled stabbed her scalp in the most delicious way possible. He planted a hard smack on her ass cheeks as he continued thrusting, his dick penetrating deeper and deeper with every thrust. Rin gasped dramatically when she felt his hand plant hard on her ass. Out of a reflex, she slightly jerked, unintentionally pulling away from his grasp but Changbin caught it before she pulled away too much. His neediness wouldn’t let her pull away too far.

“Nah uh, princess, don’t run from me. Come here. You can take this dick, I know you can do it.” He huffed. He wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock and pulling her back against his abs. From that angle, she could feel his dick pound much deeper as it stabbed her sweet spot. Rin nearly screamed as his dick pounded so deep, clenching on his dick to keep him close like he’d disappear at any moment.

“O-oh…! S-so deep, daddy…!” She moaned. Changbin gripped her hip as he continued to thrust. “You feel it so deep, don’t you, baby?” He asked, pounding his dick so deep it almost hurt. But knowing Rin, Changbin knew she loved it that way. “Y-yes…!” She shouted, her pussy clenching on him so hard. He planted another smack on her ass, feeling his dick throb violently. “Can I cum, daddy?” She begged, clenching around him to urge him to approve. And approve he did, because he caressed her hips before gripping them. “Cum for me, princess…. Show daddy how good you are.” He insisted, and before he could say anything else, she came around his dick, soaking it in cream just as he came deep inside of her.

He removed his arm from around her neck and carefully laid her down after he pulled out. He went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag, carefully wiping their cum from her pussy. She flinched from the sensitivity and watched him continue to clean her up. “Relax, princess. I’m just cleaning you up before we smoke.” He softly soothed, placing a soft kiss on her inner thighs.

“I thought Chan didn’t like us smoking in his apartment?” She asked as she watched him clean her up. “Chan literally gets high on his off days here, do you seriously think he cares?” He responded, tossing the rag into the bin. “True…. He must clean really well for his apartment to not smell like weed. I’m just surprised he’s letting us stay here for a week.”

“A week while we wait for the landlord to let us know we can move into the apartment we just got. She said most definitely Thursday we should be good.” He told her. He helped her slip into his black joggers and the undershirt she packed in her bag before he dressed himself. Then he started rolling up a blunt for them to smoke. “I’m still shocked we got it, but we definitely need it.” She mumbled, watching as he worked on their joint. When he was done, he passed it to her and even gave her the lighter. Rin flicked the lighter on before lighting the joint and taking a draft.

“Very much needed. I need to get the fuck out of that house.” Changbin said. Rin held it in before she blew out the smoke and reached over to wrap her arms around him from behind. “It’s almost over, Binnie.” She softly said. His hand reached up and caressed hers. “I’m so sick of him…. I’m so close to fighting back but I can’t get kicked out now. Not when we’re so close to getting this apartment. I know we can stay with Chan for this week leading up to our move in date but I don’t want to put more weight on Chan’s shoulders. And I know I can’t stay with you and your mom because your dad lives in the area and he fucking hates me. I don’t feel like putting up with his racist shit ass attitude towards me.”

She passed him the blunt and pressed her lips into his cheek, softly kissing his skin like it was fragile. “I’m so sorry, Binnie. Remember…. Landlord said we can most definitely move in on Thursday. We’re almost there.” She said. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and held it in before he blew the smoke out, making sure to keep it out her face. “I’m being as patient as I can, I’m just…. Tired of relying on makeup to hide it. I wanna be able to leave my house without having to put on makeup and panicking that someone will see the bruise underneath.” He sighed brokenly. “Binnie—“

“I’m not letting you fight him. I don’t care how much experience you have fighting bigger and taller men. I’m not putting you in that position.” He interrupted as he took another drag. “You’re not putting me in anything, Binnie. I’m defending you, I’m just sick of him putting his hands on you. I can take him down easily.” She argued. “I’ll be nice about it but I can’t promise I will be nice forever. If he puts another bruise on you, I just might kill that man.” She argued. Changbin went silent as he heard her speak.

“I’m sorry. That was dark.” She apologized as she took the blunt from him to have her drag. “It’s okay, I know you want to protect me. My little princess is a dangerous fighter.” He commented as he pulled her close and put a kiss on her forehead.

This wasn’t a lie, either. Rin was known for being the person that people shouldn’t fight. Not only because she was smart but because she was a lot stronger than her size suggested. She was a bit past 5 feet, but she was quite a dangerous fighter with a lengthy backstory in self-defense. It didn’t matter the size or gender, she was not the person one should fight. She’s even fought and won against people in the military. She was scared of no one and she was not afraid to fight his father, so long as his father stopped putting his hands on and harming Changbin.

“One more bruise or mark of some kind and I’m paying your father a visit.” She told him. Changbin chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “My princess, always so protective of me.” He chuckled. Rin took a drag of the blunt and smiled at Changbin. “I’m fiercely protective of the ones I love.” She commented. Changbin kissed her neck before pulling her closer. “Protective and loyal. One of the biggest reasons I love you. I give back to you in the best way, too.” He said to her. She smiled again, running her fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Oh, I know. You roll blunts for us to smoke, you clean me up first after we fuck, and you dress me when we’re done. You’re so sweet, Binnie. I love you.” Rin said, lacing her fingers into his hand. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and blushed as he kissed her lips. “You’re my everything. I love you, too, Rin.”

[ddemonseonghwa]

Hate You, Desire Him [11:59 P.M.]

Chan x Black Female Reader

CW// Mentions of cheating, smut

Day One: Desire ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Alternative title: My lover is trash and low key cheating on me and being toxic so I’m searching for love and giving in and fucking his old friend who actually cares for me.

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Seven hated that man. But she didn’t hate Christopher Bang.

She hated everything about her boyfriend. She hated everything about that man.

She hated the way he cheated on her with his coworkers. She hated the way he didn’t mean it when he told her he loved her. She hated the way her boyfriend would leave her alone at night to go be with someone else when he thought she was asleep. She hated the way he would lie straight to her face assuming she didn’t know. She hated the way he’d get upset with her for even looking at other men, even though he was balls deep in other women with his pants around her ankles. She hated the way he’d lie about his affection and love for her because he was giving it to some other girl who enjoyed the games he played with her. She hated how he would say she was his only girl, knowing there were other girls above her that he loved… and fucked. She hated that he would treat her kindly but not mean it. She hated that he would be so cold to her and then get her gifts to keep her. She mostly hated the fact that she was his girlfriend but he was a lying, toxic cheater. She hated how he was basically the worst person she’d ever been in love with.

“In love”

But she loved the way Christopher Bang cared about her. She loved the way he asked about her day. She loved the way he played with her hair when they talked while laying down. She loved the way he let her talk about the most random things when they were together. She loved the way he paid attention to all the little details about her. She loved the way he actually wrote a song about the way she looked during golden hour.

She loved the way he let her talk about the little things that made her happy. She loved the way he would talk about the little things that made him happy. She loved the way he looked when the sun was out. She loved the way he actually let her speak. She loved the way he would wear big headphones when making music. She loved the little things he did. She loved the way he actually cared about her.

She also loved the sex. She loved the way he was loud and big, but also a reaper to his core. A cute, hot guy who could fuck like it was his job. He could give Seven a workout. He did the work and let Seven be the pillow princess. He fucked her like a princess and looked so sexy while doing it. With his chiseled body and face decorated in sweat, his muscles that flexed with every thrust, the ink tattoos that danced on his arms that made him look like art, his plump lips that kissed her neck perfectly while he pounded into her, all of it. It made her back arch every time, her nails dug into his back so good, and so much more…. Seven loved Christopher Bang.

He pulled her hair just right, ate her pussy so well, worshipped her body like a god, fucked her so good, and much more. So much more….

“There you, baby…. Ride me just like that….” He told her, smacking her ass so hard but it felt so good to her. “F-fuck…. So big….” She moaned as she bounced up and down on his cock. “Pretty princess on my cock…. Riding me so good because her boyfriend can’t fuck her that good. I should fuck you in front of him, show him how much you desire someone who treats you right.” He growled, his hand gripping her hips while she rode him. Seven’s eyes rolled back as she felt herself clench around him at his words.

“Hmph, my pretty princess gets off at such filthy words.” He said. He grabbed her inner thighs and started thrusting up into her. Seven yelled out, letting him take over. “F-fuck…!” She moaned. He pounded her pussy as he watched her. “You’re mine…. That fucker doesn’t deserve you. If only he knew how much you desire me over him….” He taunted. It should’ve pissed Seven off, but it didn’t. Far from it. It only put fire in her veins as she screamed his name and came on his cock. Chan kept going until he flooded her pussy with his cum. He kept thrusting as he talked, pulling her against his chest.

“Sneaking around and coming to me so I can show you the love and pleasure you desire…. Such a bad girl. You want me so bad…. I’ll make you mine if he won’t treat you like you’re his.” He huffed. He smacked her ass as he thrusted faster until they both came again. He listened until she was just panting from the intense love making.

“Good girl…. All mine.”

[ddemonseonghwa]

Seventh Wonder of My World

Bang Chan x Black Female Reader

Day Six: Break Up And/Or Make Up ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

CW// make up sex like a mf

You can thank Kehlani’s “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” album for helping me finish this and the rest of my works for this event~

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Why did we ever break up?

Chan sat in the studio as he worked on a track. He continued to work like he had been for hours. He was just about done, but he was quite frustrated as he was literally right at the end. He let out a sigh as he realized he was missing something.

Stray Kids was working on another album of songs. This next one was just like the SKZ Replay, except it was going to involve way more songs than the last one. Chan had decided to make another song. He was just about done, but he was stuck on what the last part of the song should be. It wasn’t like he was only a quarter of the way to being done with 3/4 of the song missing. He did have another two weeks and this was the last song that had to be finished, but nevertheless he was still extremely irritated and getting more and more frustrated.

He sighed as he sat back in his chair. He looked out the window at the city below and rolled his eyes. How was he going to finish the song?

Why did we ever stop seeing each other?

He grumbled as he turned towards his phone, looking at the time as he tried to calm his nerves. He felt like things were just slowly getting more and more irritating, feeling like his nerves were about to explode.

How did we lose sight of each other?

Just when Chan was about to lose it, his phone vibrated on the desk. He flipped it over and checked to see who it was. He half expected it to be Felix asking him what he wanted to eat. He partially expected it to be Lee Know asking him if he could attend his livestream. At a glance he wanted to get a text from Han and Changbin asking if they could play a game or something. But he didn’t expect it to be her. Not that there was anything wrong with it if it was her texting him. In fact, he felt his whole mood change when he looked to see it was actually her.

Seven 💕: I think we need to meet up and very soon. I need to see you right now or I’ll lose my god damn mind.

Why did your touch become so distant?

It was like his worries and irritation came to a grinding halt when he saw the text. He didn’t hesitate to pick up his phone and type out a response.

Chan: I’ll be there soon, I need to see you, too. I can’t wait any longer, it’s killing me so bad.

Meet me where we always used to meet up. I have to see you.

I’ll be there soon. 💕

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Chan could admit that he was desperate. He could be honest and say he wanted to see her. But he didn’t care what anyone said about how he rushed over to see her. The entire drive was a pain as he took the quickest route to get to their meeting spot. Seven was important.

Chan and Seven went way back. They’d been cool for the majority of their lives, close friends since kindergarten. Ironically enough, or maybe not ironic at all, Chan and Seven used to date. They used to be that couple that was all over the place as being the sweetest duo. They used to be the couple that was always making good memories.

Key words; used to.

Unfortunately, at some point Chan and Seven ended up breaking up. The relationship began to fade at some point and it was also a mix of their own personal problems— Seven’s trust issues getting the best of her and Chan’s slight toxicity that he refused to address because he didn’t want to recognize it as a big issue. Seven and Chan sometimes had subtle arguments behind closed doors, would have silent days of not speaking to each other, Seven’s slick comments and Chan’s non-verbal attitude, and so much more. The abyss between them got deeper until they decided it was best to just break it off before it could become more painfully unbearable than it already was, they decided breaking up would be much better. The feeling of being in love started to fade and as they shyly tried to fix it, it just became worse and uncomfortably awkward until they felt like breaking up was the best option.

And it was not something surface-level. Chan would ignore his insecurities and brush them off despite Seven saying it was an issue, and it turned into slight toxicity. Seven would sometimes have less trust in him over certain small things due to trauma, and Seven tried telling him it was not a big deal. The arguments behind closed doors never involved yelling or screaming or fighting, but it didn’t have to escalate until it got to that point before it was an issue. The arguments would be subtle but still enough to be gut-wrenching and leave them tearing up and parting for hours so they didn’t have to see each other cry. Seven hated crying, and Chan hated seeing her cry more than Seven hated doing it. Chan never had an issue with crying, but it broke her heart to see him cry. Sometimes, Seven would make the slickest subtle comments that would annoy Chan and he would have the loudest non-verbal attitude that would be palpable to Seven and everyone else within proximity of him.

Some days, Seven and Chan would just not talk. Seven would roll her eyes at Chan for no reason and he would watch her walk away with her arms crossed, lips pouted after rolling her neck, watching her walk away out the corner of his eye before he walked in the opposite direction. A couple of times he did go after her and kissed her to let her know he still felt something for her, and Seven would do the same because she always felt something for Chan.

It became so palpable that even his members would be able to feel it and feel slightly uncomfortable when they were both around. They all loved Seven, but the dynamic between her and Chan as they had some difficulties in their relationship was something they knew would go from sweet to sour. Never enough to be violent outbursts, but just enough for them to feel something. Even the employees at the company and her friends would tell them both things changed between them. It’s what ultimately led to their breakup. Of course not without something steamy going down the night they split. Steamy, heated, vigorous and rough breakup sex, very lengthy friends with benefits period after their breakup. This lasted until they finally called it quits for a couple years.

They remained as very close friends but they’d always have a special place for each other in each other’s hearts. But after some point, Chan began to truly miss being with her. Something about being with Seven changed something within him. He thought he could move on and remain friends like they agreed, but he soon realized that would be extremely impossible. Seven was different. She was better than anyone else he’d ever dated and he couldn’t find anyone else that would be the same, because he never would find better than Seven. She was just the perfect match for him and he couldn’t let it go. And of course Seven felt the exact same way.

When they broke up Chan missed everything about her. Her presence, her voice, her big and beautiful brown eyes, her smile, her personality, her proximity, her essence, her everything. It had been three years since they broke up, almost four. But Chan was truly not as sane as he thought he was while they were apart, and apparently Seven felt the same. And the closer he got to his apartment, the better he felt knowing he’d see her soon. Seven still had her key to his apartment and he trusted her since they remained as close friends. But he knew things would get hot as soon as he saw her. Their own personal changes in character for the better was just too much to ignore. Seven had fixed her trust issues and Chan had worked very hard on his insecurities. They took time to work on their own issues and demons, but realizing they were meant for each other is what made a permanent split impossible and made them realize fixing their issues is what was truly necessary. Once they met up, they knew it would go exactly the way they thought it would.

Chan didn’t even wait. He walked into his apartment and already saw her there in the living room. There were some candles that were lit and some rose petals on the floor. He didn’t even mind. In fact, he loved seeing it. He kicked the door closed and fully locked it as he looked at her. Seven stood in his living room— dark red and long sleeved shirt with a black skirt on and black thigh highs. Her long and dark hair was down her back and she wore some makeup— dark red eyeshadow with eyeliner, which Chan felt was his favorite look on her. She watched as he approached her.

“Chan….” She whispered. He came close, pulling her into his grasp. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m right here where you need me,” he said deeply as he immediately pulled her close. Seven clung to his body and whimpered as he pressed her flush against his body, her skin pressing against his. “Please, I need you…. It’s been too long.” She told him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. “I know, princess…. I’m not gonna leave you again, ever.” He looked at her for a few seconds before pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’m here to stay, baby girl.” He told her, and that was all he said before he crashed his lips onto hers.

Seven sighed, easing into the kiss and allowing herself to relax in his presence. Chan gripped her hips lovingly, his lips locked with hers in a feverish kiss that was so intense it could shatter brick walls. It was so intense that Seven ended up nipping at his bottom lip twice, catching his attention right away. He chuckled, smirking into the kiss and gripping her ass like there was no tomorrow. “So eager, princess.” He whispered. Seven stroked his black curly hair. “Can’t help it…. Missed you so much,” she sighed.

Chan lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom, the one they slept in just about every night before they broke up. “Fuck, I’m gonna show you how much I missed you.” He whispered. Seven whimpered in response, clinging to him harder. “It was so hard without you, Chris. Please, I need this….” She said, her cheeks blushing. Chan laid her down on the bed as he looked down at her. “It’s okay, princess…. I’m gonna fuck you like a slut, cuddle you like a princess, and never let you go.” He commented. He began kissing down her neck. “I’m not leaving you again. Fuck, it was too much.” He said against her skin. He paused before slightly pulling away to pull his leather jacket off and tossing it to the other side of the room. He then pulled off his tight black shirt and threw it to who knew where.

“Fuck, this is all mine. I missed this beautiful body.” She whispered, running her fingers along his abs as he leaned in for another kiss. He paused, looking in her eyes before smiling and mumbling, “thank you,” before he swooped in for a brief kiss. ‘This,’ Seven thought, ‘is what I wanted.’ He watched as she brought his hands to her shirt. “Do you truly trust me?” He asked her. Seven didn’t even hesitate to nod and bring him closer. “I trust you, Chris.” She said loud enough for him to hear it. He smiled, lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it by his jacket. Her skirt soon followed, leaving her in her bra, panties, and thigh highs. “I trust you, Chris,” she repeated. His skin ignited as she said that, his lips kissing and leaving pretty red and purple marks this time.

“F-fuck, daddy….” She sighed. Chan chuckled as he kept kissing and marking her. “Sensitive, much?” He goaded. “I’m horny and you’re playing games.” She huffed. ‘Same old bratty Seven,’ he thought. His hand eased onto her neck and slightly gripped it. “There’s the brat that I know and love…. Hush that fucking fuss, princess. I’m about to eat that loneliness, impatience, and misery right out of this cute little pussy because it’s fucking mine.” And that’s when Chan pulled her panties to the side and took a slow lick up her cunt.

Seven mewled, already grinding her pussy on his face. “Mmm…. Still tastes so sweet…. This is always gonna be mine, this is my pussy. Understand?” He asked as he wrapped his mouth around her pussy. Seven whined as his tongue ran up her slit before he slurped her essence up like it was red wine and then kissed it from the bottom to the top where her clit was. He kissed her clit like it was a Hershey’s kiss. “Y-yes…! It’s yours, daddy, y-yours-s….!” She moaned. She felt herself get more wet, which she knew was not a surprise because Chan was the one and only man who could give her head and bring her close within seconds of eating her out. She slipped her hands into his curly hair, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

“Mmmm, good girl. That’s fucking right. This is my fucking pussy, and it’s always gonna be mine.” He said, gripping her thighs and running his thumb along her garter tattoo. “Nobody else makes you feel like this, it’s always gonna be mine. I’m the only one eating and fucking this pussy,” he growled. He continued licking. “Your pussy tastes so good I might have to marry you so I can eat it whenever you need me to.” He casually said.

This went straight to her core and pushed her into her orgasm as she screamed his name. Seven’s past trust issues made her think she would lose him, but with Chan’s affirmation, she knew he was going nowhere, especially after working on her own demons and understanding she had nothing to worry about. “Chris-s….!” She screamed as she came. Chan being the one that loved her taste in any way, he slurped up all her cum before looking up at her and licking his lips. His seductive eyes looking into hers as he licked his lips.

Seven used her quick recovery to flip their positions and put him on his back on the bed. He knew what was coming when he saw her kiss down his abs, leaving dark red lipstick prints on his body as she descended to be level with the bulge in his pants. While she kissed his body, he felt his cock get harder and harder. He ground his hips up for some friction, making her giggle as she stroked his thigh. “So eager….” She commented. “I’m horny, princess.” He replied, his cheeks blushing. “More like needy.” She said as she kept going. She unbuttoned his black ripped jeans before pulling his thick, long and erect cock out. Hard and ready, she immediately ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Chan groaned, easing his hand into her dark hair and gathering all the strands to hold it all and keep it out of her face.

Seven didn’t even wait after teasing the tip and slapping it against her tongue. She eased it all into her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock. Chan was nearly a moaning mess, watching as she briefly took it out before spitting on the tip messily and slowly running her tongue along the tip. “This is my seat and I know I’m the only one who can take it.” She told him. Chan slightly tugged her hair before grinding his hips. “Mmmm, baby, that’s right…. It’s all yours, nobody else’s.” He huffed. Seven smirked, knowing he was under her spell. “You might have to wife me up so I can relieve your stress like this more often.” She said randomly.

She continued her work by easing him into her throat with no hassle and no gag reflex. She kept deep throating him, taking control of the situation and having him in such a chokehold that he knew he’d cum any second. He held her hair as he thrust his cock into her throat with a growl so deep and profound she felt herself instantly get wet again. “S-Seven….!” He groaned, shooting his cum down her throat as she happily swallowed it. She pulled off and looked at him after kissing his tip.

“Fuck, baby, that was so good.” He huffed, looking at her as he panted to recover from his orgasm. Chan sighed and looked at Seven, getting up and pressing her onto her back. He pulled off her bra and put her panties into his pocket. “I need those, you know.” She mumbled jokingly. Chan leaned in and pecked her lips. “I bought you some more. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He mumbled. Seven leaned in to peck his lips and giggle. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she replied as he kissed her again.

Chan slid between her legs and pressed his tip to her entrance, catching her attention completely. Chan slid his hand onto her cheek and looked into her brown eyes. “Are you ready, pretty girl?” He asked her. Seven felt her chest fill with butterflies and flowers, remembering how it felt to be addressed as his girl, his lover, his partner. “I’m ready, baby.” She blushed as he smiled gently, his dimples showing like beautiful craters in the moon. “You’re always ready, my pretty girl.” He said, intensifying her blush.

He looked down with her as he slowly slid his thick length in. She grasped his arms as he carefully slid in, given the fact that they hadn’t slept with each other while they were apart. And when he reached the hilt, Seven sighed and Chan groaned. She threw her head back onto the pillows as she took in the feeling of his cock being so close to her sweet spot already. Chan leaned in to put his forehead on hers. “Color, princess?” He asked. Seven lightly squeezed his arms and clenched on him. “G-green….! Please move, I-I’m so ready….!” She huffed. That was all Chan needed to start thrusting, setting the pace he knew they both loved.

Seven moaned, watching as he thrusted into her and remained in control. When they were dating the first time, the sex was typically intense and rough. Chan and Seven may have had a rough ride in the first round of the relationship, but the sex was always going to have the same rough and intense energy. Chan never lost his power in his thrusts and Seven still always let him know he was making her feel good. Toxic or not, that would never change.

“Still so fucking tight, princess.” He said, his hips meeting hers. “You’ve always b-been so b-big.” She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “C-Chris…. F-fas-ster….” Seven moaned. Chan followed her words, immediately speeding up his thrusts and delivering just right. His thrusts even got harder right before she could ask and she whimpered. “F-fuck, so good…” Seven whimpered, looking up at him as he kept moving. He swooped in for a kiss, pecking her on the lips for a moment before pulling away. Seven caught him looking at her and despite how many times he’d seen her in just about any situation, she felt herself get worried and she looked away. But Chan wasn’t having it. He caught it immediately.

“Look at me, princess.” He instructed. Seven looked back at him, her eyes saying so many things, but Chan picked out the exact thing that was at the top of Seven’s list. “You’re afraid I’ll leave…. Why?” He asked, slightly slowing down. “Are…. Are we splitting after this?” She asked worriedly. Chan smiled softly, leaning in and gently pulling her in for a brief and gentle kiss that she accepted. “Princess, I’m not going any fucking where. You’re mine and I can’t leave you, and I refuse to leave you all alone in any situation.” He told her, speeding back up again. “Nobody else can have me like you do,” he said, watching as she threw her head back, still looking at him and making eye contact. “Nobody else will have me at their side like you do,” he said, his hands holding her hips like he always did when they fucked.

“Nobody else gets my dick but you,” he told her as he pushed in deeper, right into her sweet spot. “C-Chris…!” She whined. He smirked as he kept going. “And nobody else says my name like that but you.” He huffed in her ear as his hips slammed into hers again. Seven’s nails scratched his back as she screamed his name and came on his cock so soon. But Chan never stopped thrusting, pounding into her pussy and making her whimper and tear up. “I don’t turn anyone else into a mess.” He said deeply. “I don’t fuck anyone else.” He continued. Seven whimpered as she felt him throb violently in her walls, making her pussy flutter against his cock. Chan felt himself cum in her pussy, fucking her through his orgasm and gripping her hips until there were definitely bruises like she always liked. “And I don’t fill anyone else up.” He softly cupped her face and began kissing her skin and leading down her body as he slowly pulled out. “I don’t love anyone else like this,” he said. He came back up to her lips. “I don’t kiss anyone else,” he told her. He pecked her lips and looked into her big brown eyes. “Nobody else has me in love except you. You’re mine…. I love you…. And I missed you, Seven.” He finished. She wrapped her arms around him and accepted his love. “I love you. I missed you, too, Chan.” She said. He pulled her to lay on top of him.

“I wasn’t lying about wifing you up.” Chan told her. Seven felt herself blush as she looked at him. “I’ll be happy to be Mrs. Bang one day.” She laid her head against his chest. “Yeah, you’re the only person I need in my life.” He told her as he stroked her hair.

“Please, let’s not break up again. I’m glad we worked on our issues on our own but I don’t think I can take us breaking up again.” Seven said. Chan moved her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think we’ll have that issue again. I missed you so fucking much. Missed fucking this pussy, too.” He admitted. Seven smirked as she sat up and placed her hands on his abs. “If you want, now that we’ve gotten things out the way…. I’m off for three days. I can ride it like you always liked it. You can fuck me into your sheets from behind, spank me, pull my hair, and anything else you want.” She hinted at him.

Before she could say anything else, Chan flipped them over and pushed her face down, ass up on the bed. “I missed my little nymphomaniac of a girlfriend.” He commented as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Mmmm, f-fuck and make up, just like in the movies.” She sighed, feeling him thrust right away. He pulled her hair back, smacking her ass and making her gasp in pleasure.

“Just like in the movies, but this pussy is still fucking mine.” He growled, speeding up.

[ddemonseonghwa]

The Devil’s Heart [10:46 P.M.]

Devil! Bang Chan x Black/Female Reader

The birth of this fic came from my hyper fixation on Tekken, specifically on Devil Jin, which I’ve loved since childhood. You’re welcome, and don’t question my methods. ♥️🤭

This is the reference, by the way~

Day Seven: First Love ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Smut smut smut, major size kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, spanking, breeding, oral (m/f receiving), etc.

CW// brief mentions of past sa and murder, mental health concerns.

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She was his first love, the love of his life. The only one who accepted the truth, accepted the devil.

The only one who accepted that he was the devil.

Seven moaned lightly as he carried on.

“Look at you…. On your knees for the devil…. You’re such a bad girl.” He told her. His clawed hand gripped her hair, using it as a way to hold her still while he continued to thrust his thick, long cock into her mouth. He briefly pulled out and looked down at her. “Daddy…. P-please….” She pleaded. “What do you want, baby girl? Speak up.” He told her, his red irises trained on her. “I-I want you to f-fuck me.. p-please….!” She begged loudly.

As soon as she said that, he spun her around and put her on her hands and knees on the bed. Her back was pressed to his chest as he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. She gasped, clenching on him as he didn’t wait at all. He started thrusting, pushing his cock into her with no mercy.

Seven felt her eyes well up with tears at how good his thrusts felt. “…. O-oh my g-god…!” She whimpered out loud, her pussy fluttering around his cock so soon. Chan snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her at a pace so brutal anyone would’ve been concerned. But regardless of the pace, Seven loved every second of it. Every thrust was so powerful, so hard, so deep and so rough…. Yet so good that she couldn’t ignore it. She loved every part of the rough sex they were having.

She shivered as his cock slammed right into her sweet spot over and over again. The delicious pleasure made her tears spill from her eyes, her senses feeling like they were on fire. Right when she thought he was partially done, one of his clawed hands came down and smacked her ass so hard she was surprised there wasn’t a scratch on her skin. She whimpered as he kept spanking her the same way, his hand coming down on her ass in a sequence.

“D-daddy…! She yelped as he continued. His other hand gripped her hair and pulled her hair back, the pain stabbing her scalp just like the pleasure stabbed every one of her senses. “Speak, princess.” He told her, his thrusts never stopping or slowing down. “I-I’m c-close….!” She cried out. Before she could say anything else, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back and pushed his thick cock back in. She watched as he kept thrusting in, his hips slamming into hers in brutal thrusts. He leaned his forehead against hers, careful so his horns wouldn’t hurt her.

“Cum for me, princess. Show me how good girls behave, regardless if they’re with the devil.” He urged, a seductive smirk on his face. Seven nearly cried out as his cock continued pushing in over and over again. His hands gripped her thighs, making her scream as his cock struck so much deeper as they both got closer to their climax. “Cum with me, princess, just like a good girl.” He told her, and with that, Seven let go.

“C-Chris….!” She screamed as she came, coating his cock in her cum. He followed right along with her, his cock painting her walls white with his own cum. He held her hips as he gave it a few more harsh thrusts and then came to a stop. Seven was panting, practically gasping for air from the intense pleasure that came seconds ago. Chris pulled out gently and leaned down. He did not wait as he delved his tongue into her pussy. Seven cried out, fisting the sheets and his hair as she felt him eat her out. “Fuck, baby. Pull my horns.” He growled. Seven giggled with lust as she gripped his horns, grinding her pussy on his face.

The pleasure of him fucking her was already so good, but now she was pleasurably overstimulated. Chris was practically draining her, yet she moaned as he kept eating her out. “Mmm…. So sweet, princess…. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He mumbled as he licked her slit. He held her by her inner thighs, keeping her legs open with his raw strength. Seven fisted his hair, huffing as she felt more cum spill out, right as Chris licked it up. Only then did he finally ease up and pull away. He looked down at her, letting her reach up and touch his abs right where the devil marks were. That’s when Chris felt it— he felt himself coming back.

The devil began to slowly vanish and allow him to return to his human form. His horns went away, his black feathered wings shrank, the black marks on his chest disappeared, the metal-clawed hands changed back to his regular hands, his skin became more human-looking, the gem on his forehead vanished along with his red irises, and he had completely returned. Chris took a breath before opening his eyes to look at her. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “Are you okay?” He asked her. Seven smiled gently as she nodded, wrapping her arms around his. “That was so hot…. We should do it again sometime.” She said softly. Chris chuckled lightly as he ran his thumb along her skin. “I didn’t know you’d like it that much. Thought it would freak you out. I didn’t expect my devil to want to be close to you like that.” He told her. He laid down, pulling Seven on top of him. She shook her head and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I trust you, Chris. I could tell you were still in control.” She told him.

She snuggled up to him as he pulled the sheets over them, exhaustion starting to hit them both. “I love you, Seven. I meant it. You’re my first love. The first one to accept that this is me. The love of my life.” He said. She blushed, cuddling close to him. “I love you, too, Chris. You’re my everything, and I’m grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for always protecting me.” She replied.

“Of course, love. You know I’ll always protect you.” Seven hugged him tighter. “You really killed him?” She asked softly, her head against his chest. “I did. Fucker had it coming, especially after what he did to you.” Chris huffed. Seven smiled as she snuggled into him more. “I’m sorry you had to see the aftermath of that. The crying, the nightmares, the investigations, the trauma therapy sessions, the psychological diagnoses, all of that. I didn’t want you to have to witness that.” She admitted. Chris lightly squeezed her waist. “Seven…. It’s not your fault. I killed that fucker. And though it doesn’t reverse anything, I did it to protect you. I’m always gonna be by your side.” He responded. Seven hugged him tighter. “I love you so much.” She mumbled sleepily. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she quickly slipped off into sleep. He kissed the top of her head.

“I fucking love you, and I’ll do anything to protect you.”

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Fireplace Love /Mingi/

Mingi - first love - she's always been and will be his first love.

@underworldnet

Warnings: Valentine's special, smut, fluff. 

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Mingi sits in his chair with Maya's on his lap in front of the fireplace; he presses his face against hers as Maya reads her book. 

"How lucky am I that my first love is my soulmate?" Mingi whispers in her ear causing her to giggle and smiles at him happily before looking into his eyes and whispers softly due to the romantic vibe in the living room "Very lucky my love."  

Mingi smiles and puts his head against her shoulder before letting out a yawn and he whispers "This is making me sleepy baby, should we take a nap?" Maya hums and nods before getting off his lap and waits for him to stand up, when he does, Maya grabs his hand gently and whispers "Baby waits, can we make love before we take a nap?" 

Smut below

Mingi blushes and he nods as she leads them to the bedroom once they got inside Maya drops Mingi's hand before she pulls her black dress off revealing her pink lace bra and underwear which causes Mingi to moan at the sight. 

"Is that new baby?" Mingi asks as he removes his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on. Maya smiles as she walks closer to him and puts her hands on his gently and whispers "Yeah it is I was nervous it wouldn't fit me sense I could only get it online."

Mingi bites his lip and he whispers "It fits you very well baby." He puts his hands onto her hips and kisses her lips gently, his hand moving up and onto her back as he rubs lower parts against her hip. 

Maya shivers at the feeling of his hard on rubbing against her hip, she bites her lip as she puts her hand inside of his boxers as she kisses his jawline. 

Mingi moans when he feels her hand against  his cock and shivers when she pulls his cock out of his boxers. 

Mingi picks Maya up and throws her onto the bed, letting out a soft growl before getting  between her legs and rips her panties off causing her to whimper and whine "That cost a lot, Mingi." 

Mingi smirks and whispers as he pushes his cock into her entrance "I'll buy you another pear." 

Maya moans as he starts thrusting in and out of her, her nails digging into the back of his nape and she whimpers loudly "fuck baby." 

Mingi groans as he starts pounding into her roughly, his hand wrapping around her throat as he adds pressure causing Maya to gasp for air and arches her back in pleasure. 

It wasn't long after that, that Maya came around his cock and Mingi cum into of her growling loudly as he does. 

Maya shivers under Mingi and becomes sleepy under him, her wraps around his neck as he pulls her close and he whispers "If you want to take a nap you can baby."

Maya smiles as she falls asleep slowly under him. Mingi smiles as he holds her close nuzzling his face against her and he whispers happily "My first love."

[ddemonseonghwa]

Red [10:58 P.M.]

Tattoo Artist/Piercer! Changbin x Black Pierced/Tatted! Female Reader

I ✨think✨ Changbin’s favorite color is red, so that’s where this comes from. Pierced and tatted Changbin agenda btw (tongue, eyebrow, nose, lip).

Day Four: Red ♥️🥰

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

CW// smut ish lol

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“B-baby? Wh-what’s this?” He asked. He looked down at the woman on his bed, admiring everything he saw.

Rin was dressed in red lingerie, the set Changbin had been eyeing for Rin. The top was hollowed out on the breasts but there was a bow, covering her nipples effectively. The panties had red bows on the hips while there was a harness around her abdomen. It tied in the back into another bow while the front was held together with a heart ring. There were chains that hung down from the harness and wrapped around her thighs. The left chain that wrapped around her left thigh had a heart ring on it, which went perfectly with her thigh tattoo. Paired with all the other tattoos and piercings she had— all of which Changbin did on her— it was a heavenly sight to see. To top it off, she had on red makeup to match the red of the lingerie. Truly, Rin was irresistible.

Rin moved her braids behind her and looked up at him. “Thought I’d surprise you tonight for when you got home from the studio.” She said, smiling gently and playfully squeezing her tits to tempt him and slightly flashing the small flower tattoo between her tits that he did for her birthday last year. Her fingers ran down her body, playing with the nipple piercings underneath the lingerie and the bellybutton piercing on the top and bottom. All three were done by Changbin and decorated with red barbells.

She could see the erection that was fighting to stay in his pants. “You look like you need to get some frustration out, Binnie.” She teased, slowly spreading her legs. Rin ran her hand along the black lace garter tattoo, the one Changbin had done on her four months ago.

“I-I had to do a tattoo for s-six hours.” He stuttered. He looked her up and down, admiring the sternum tattoo he did for her last summer. Wanting to toy with him some more, she slowly licked her lips, flicking the tongue piercing she got last Halloween. Changbin wanted to be the one to pierce her tongue, so she let him. The balls on her piercing were even his favorite color— red.

The red lingerie, the red makeup, the red piercing jewelry, plus all the ink on her skin that he did for her, it was all making him dizzy with lust. She got up and crept on her knees to the side of the bed to get to him. She reached out and touched him with her short red stiletto nails, running them along his clothed chest. “Sounds stressful, baby…. Why don’t you let me help you relax?” She leaned in to kiss his neck and giggled seductively when she felt his hand ease onto her ass, right over the red lipstick mark tattoo he did on her left ass cheek for fun years ago.

“Fuck, princess, I just might.” He squeezed her ass and made her huff. “I need you so bad, Binnie. I’m about to ruin this lingerie because I missed you so much.” She whispered as she bit his ear softly. She pulled him close to kiss his neck, leaving red lipstick prints on his skin. His eyes fluttered closed, lashes kissing his cheeks for a moment. That’s when he realized what he needed.

Just when Rin pulled away, she watched as Changbin pulled off his tight black shirt and threw it somewhere in their shared room. His back tattoos and his sleeve tattoos were exposed, especially the black raven tattoo right above his abs, making Rin ruin the panties even more. Changbin smirked as he pressed Rin onto her back on the bed and pushed the panties to the side. He bit his lip as he eyed her pussy. “Been daydreaming about this pussy all day. Had to take two breaks and jerk off to keep myself sane.” He commented, kissing her inner thighs and the ink he did on her. “You’re addicted to me at this point.” She giggled. Changbin licked a stripe up her pussy and kissed her clit, making her gasp in pleasure as she laced her fingers into his hair.

“Oh, princess, I’m never ashamed to admit you have me whipped for you.”

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

War apocalypse

RED

Warnings: war apocalypse, side effects of the war causing people to turn into hybrids. Valentine's special. Detailed smut.

@underworldnet

Plot: it's been 34 years after the war had happened and some much had changed.

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Chan wraps his arms around his wife's waist and he gently kisses her ear as he sleepily wakes up from hearing the rain on top of their tent.

"Baby?" Maya whispers, causing Chan to let out a soft hum and she nuzzles her nose against his before whispering "we need to take a shower." Chan grumbles before getting up lazily and helps Maya up and he grabs the soap bar he had made before rushing outside of the tent along with Maya following him.

Chan quickly washes his body and hair before giving Maya the bar soap who quickly washes her body and hair before putting the soap away and makes sure the soap gets out of her hair before running up the tree house with Chan following her and getting on warm clothes along with Chan.

"We need to make another treehouse baby." Maya says softly as she curls up with a bed and watches the rain fall down. Chan wraps his arms around her waist gently and he whispers in her ear "I know baby and we'll start once the rain stops but until then let me hold you okay?"

Maya smiles as she turns in his arms facing him and she whispers "I would love that baby." Chan holds her close as he stares out the window of the treehouse as it rains.

"You know this might sound weird but in a way I'm glad the war happened." Chan whispers which causes Maya to pull away and looks up at him with a shock expression.

Chan quickly cups her face and he whispers "I know that sounds weird but I wouldn't have meant you if it didn't happen, hell I probably wouldn't have been born, my love." He rubs his thumbs on her cheeks as he continues "I'm glad that after the war happened 34 years ago, and that's because I meant you. I know we grew up in the same camp and that our parents taught us the skills we need before making us go on our own."

Before Maya could say anything Chan pushes his lips against hers before kissing her lips gently his fingers moving into her hair which causes Maya to whimper and when Chan pulls away he saw tears rolling down her face and she whispers "In a way, i'm glad it happened too but I'm also sad too, so many people died."

Chan nuzzles his nose against hers and he whispers "I know bunny." Maya blushes when he uses her nickname that he would use during their mating sessions and she whispers "Wolfie."

Smut happening below:

Chan kisses her lips gently as his hands start to grow into wolf paws and he grows his wolf ears and tail as Maya starts to grow her bunny ears and tail.

As Chan keeps kissing her lips gently he removes her panties and his boxers kicking them both away as he picks her up and lays her on the pile of clothes that they made and crawls between her legs, he lets out a small growl as he feels her soft thighs against his and as he pumps his cock a few times before rubbing the tip of his cock between her wet folds which causes her moan.

Chan makes a wolf smirk as he pushes his cock between wet folds and into her entrance causing them to both moan, Chan stays inside of her for a minute before he starts thrusting in and out of her entrance and he purrs "So soft, warm and wet for me bunny."

Maya blushes as she leans up as she kisses his lips as he thrusts in and out of her, the rain outside covers the sounds of slapping skin against each other and the sounds of moans.

It wasn't until about 8 minutes until they both came as they clung together, Chan pulled away and he stares down at her inner soft thighs and he whispers "I made your thighs raw and red I'm sorry bunny."

Maya blushes and she whispers softly "It's okay wolfie I made your back as red as between my legs."

Chan blushes as he becomes red as a tomato and nuzzles his face against hers, holding her close.

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Seonghwa - romantic gestures- seonghwa cooks/snuggles/take photos for his girl as a romantic gesture

Warnings: detailed smut. Seonghwa has a babygirl kink. Romantic gestures. Fluff. Valentine's special.

@underworldnet

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Seonghwa watches Maya eat the dinner he prepared for her, he can feel the warmth inside of his heart as he watches her expression into awe.

"This is the best spaghetti dish I ever had, hwa." Maya says happily. Seonghwa smiles and chuckles before kissing her temple and says "I have other stuff for us to do too baby."

Maya smiles and looks up at him and whispers "more romantic gestures?" Seonghwa chuckles and nods.

When Maya is done with her plate, he picks up hers and his plates and washes them quickly before leading her inside of the living and turns on the TV and turns on one of her favorite anime shows before joining her on the couch next to her covering them both up with a soft blankets that she's obsessed with.

Maya tears up and snuggles into Seonghwa's side holding him close while Seonghwa holds her close petting her head gently "Don't cry baby."

Maya starts to sob from his words which causes Seonghwa to wrap his arms around her head, holding her close and kissing her head gently.

Maya grips his shirt and she whispers "You're so sweet and it makes me so emotional and it means so much to me." Seonghwa aws at her and whispered "You're my baby, of course I'm going to treat you right beautiful." He nuzzles her gently with his nose.

Maya kisses his jawline and nose gently as she snuggles into his chest and crawls on to his lap and puts her head on his collarbone. Seonghwa wraps his arms around her gently, his head going on top of hers, holding her close and gently.

After the anime ends

Seonghwa turns the TV off and pulls Maya closer to his chest and whispers softly "Are you sleepily baby?" Maya hums and looks up at him before speaking softly "Just a little baby why?"

Seonghwa bites his bottom lip as he thinks if he should tell her and decides to speak his voice "I want to make love to you but if you're tired we can always do it later."

Maya bites her bottom lip and she whispers "I would love it if you'll make love to me." Seonghwa smiles and picks her up and carries her to the bedroom.

Smut Below

Seonghwa gently laids Maya on the bed and removes her panties from under her dress and opens her legs as he leans down and pushes his face against her inner thigh before licking her pussy entrance pushing his nose against her nub as he continues to eat her out.

Maya moans and shivers when she feels Seonghwa's tongue against her pussy, her fingers burying inside of his hair causing him to moan.

After Seonghwa ate her out for a few more moments he gets up and unbuckles his pants, his eyes hooded as he picks her up, moving her back on the bed just a bit more before pushing his cock inside of her entrance.

Maya moans the moment he pushes his cock inside of her and she leans up abit and kisses his lips gently as he starts to pound inside of her.

"Oh fuck, babygirl." Seonghwa grunts as he thrusts in and out of her pussy harshly and fast as he kisses her lips gently.

Maya whimpers as she holds onto him digging her nails into his ass as he pounds into her g spot holding onto her hips.

It wasn't long after that, that they both came with each other.

"You okay?" Seonghwa whispers as he pulls out of her and hands her a chocolate bar. Maya takes the chocolate bar with a smile and whispers, "Yeah, I am baby."

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Soulmate Cupid /Hyunjin/

Warnings: fluff, humor, a cupid event. Valentine's special

@underworldnet

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Hyunjin sighs as he walks into the event called Cupid.

"I can't believe I came to this cupid event to find my soulmate." Hyunjin whispers to himself as he goes and sits down at one of tables that has a pile of papers on it which says please fill out this form to help you find your soulmate.

Hyunjin grabs one of the papers and starts filling out the questions which were personal and small, some were sexual questions and others weren't.

It took about an hour to fill out the paper fully and he handed it off to one of the workers that passed by him.

One Hour Later

Hyunjin watches as the one who created this cupid event starts speaking into the microphone on the stage.

"I would like to apologize to everyone that had to wait so long for the matching system but anyway we wrote down who is matched with who on the pin board. Please go take a look."

Hyunjin stands up and walks over to the pin board was at and looks for his name and when finds it he looks for the matching name and he smiles when he sees the name Maya.

"Hi, is your name Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin slightly jumps and looks at the woman who asked him.

"Yes, I am. Are you Maya? " Hyunjin asks her softly.

The woman nods and smiles happily at him before speaking "Yes, I am. I almost didn't come to this cupid event but I'm glad I did."

Hyunjin smiles and whispers "Honestly I almost didn't either but I'm glad you did." Maya blushes and whispers "Would you like to go get some coffee?"

Hyunjin nods and whispers "I would love that, I actually have a friend who owns a coffee shop. Would you like to go to that?"

Maya nods.

AT THE COFFEE PLACE

"I can't believe your friend owns this coffee place. I wonder why he named it FAST though." Maya says to Hyunjin softly

Hyunjin chuckles and says softly "Chan won't tell anyone why he named it FAST but it fits the coffee place well."

Maya smiles at Hyunjin and asks him softly "So what made you go to the cupid event?"

Hyunjin bites his bottom lip and he whispers "I'm tired of being alone and I knew I should give it a chance just in case."

Maya nods as she whispers to him "Yeah, I felt the same way."

Hyunjin puts his hand on top of hers and whispers softly "I'm glad we both went to the cupid event."

Maya smiles but before she can say anything she's interrupted by a loud australian accent "Hyunjin! Mate, why didn't you tell me you were here?"

Hyunjin chuckles as Chan comes by a stand still next to his table and when Chan notices the girl he says softly "My hyunjin has grown up."

Hyunjin kicks Chan's leg causing Chan to groan in pain.

Maya laughs softly as she watches the interaction between the two of them and Hyunjin blushes but laughs "Please ignore the idiot."

Chan gasps in a playful, hurt way, causing Maya to laugh more, and Hyunjin smiles at her gently.

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Jisung - break up / make up - Jisung's ex and him get back together after he realizes he can't live without her

@underworldnet

Warnings: break up and make up, angst with a fluffy ending. Valentine's special

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Jisung walks over to his girlfriend: Maya who used to be his ex but got back together with her because he couldn't live without her, she made him into a better person.

After Jisung walks over to her he wraps his arms around her waist and puts his chin on her shoulder watching her cook breakfast, he starts to kiss her neck which causes her to giggle.

Once Maya giggled Jisung starts to tickle her causing her to squeal and try to get away but he holds her close and doesn't stop until she is breathless.

Maya gets her revenge by throwing flour at him which causes him to gasp and grabs a glass of water and chases after her around the house while laughing and giggling.

When Jisung catches her he hands her the water and says playfully "you're probably thirsty for causing so much trouble."

Maya laughs loudly at this and takes a small sip of the water anyway and hugs Jisung softly afterwards getting covered in flour that was on him.

Jisung laughs when he sees the flour on her but takes her hand and leads her back into the kitchen, once he gets inside the kitchen he grabs a towel and wipes the flour away from her and then wipes the flour away on himself.

A Few Moments Later

Maya sets the table with french toast, bread, eggs, sausages and water.

Jisung licks his lips as Maya speaks softly "I hope you enjoy baby." Jisung smiles as he sits down at the table and starts eating the food as he watches his girlfriend start doing the dishes and he speaks firmly "Come and sit and eat some baby, you made this food for us not just for me."

Maya blushes when she looks over at him and says softly "I know baby, but I want these dishes and pans cleaned because it'll be easy for me when I do our dishes."

Jisung nods before going back to eat.

After Maya gets done with the extra dishes and pans she puts them away before going and eating her plate of food, her face flushing when she remembers Jisung knocking on her to get back with her, her heart flutters when she remembers the kiss he gave her and how warm she felt.

"Jisung?" Maya whispers his name which causes him to look up at her and she whispers "you never told me why you broke up with me can you tell me why now?"

Jisung wiped his mouth with a paper towel and spoke softly to her "I couldn't eat, sleep or bathe without thinking about you and then Felix told me that I was an idiot for breaking up with you because he said you took care of me and he said that he knew how much I missed you and than told me to make up with you, because I cried all night every night after breaking up with you and in my heart I knew you are the one for me."

Maya reaches over to his hand and she whispers "Thank you." She gets up and walks over to him and kisses his lips gently as he wraps his arms around her waist.

[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

San - arranged married- he falls in love with his arranged marriage wife- 

Warnings: arranged marriage/married. Peasant future queen. Prince San. Medieval setting. Detailed violence (verbal threatening) Valentine's special

@underworldnet

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San sits next to his mother and father on his throne, his heart pounding hard inside of him as he looks at his future wife as San's father speaks loudly enough for everyone to hear. 

"My son: San has agreed to become your daughter's future husband and king-" Before San's father could continue one of the royal council member's shouted "Your Majesty! You mustn't accept this, they have no royal blood." 

San's father clicks his tongue and he shouts loudly "you dare try to step in after you failed the mission of trying to find a royal blood princess for my son?" 

The royal council member who spoke closed his mouth and shook in fear when San stood up causing his father and mother to look over at him before San's father could ask him what was wrong he watches as San walks over to the royal council and put his sword out as he stares him down with a cold look in his eyes and with a growl he spoke "You dare put down my future wife and your future queen down because of her blood?" .

"I should cut your throat and make you walk out of the castle and down to town as a sample as what would've happened if you spoke down on the future queen's blood." San said.

San's father smirks as his mother smiles proudly, however his future wife leaves her father's side and walks over to him even though her father shouted her name causing San to glance over her his eyes catching her name clear as day which is Maya. 

Maya puts her fingers on San's sword and pushes his sword down before she speaks softly "Please, there's no need for you to spill any blood over mine." 

San's heart pounds faster and harder inside of his chest as he stares into her brown eyes and he whispers "Are you sure?" Maya gives him a soft smile and whispers "I'm sure." 

San looks back at the royal council member and he snarls "Get out of my sight before I change my mind."  San watches as the royal council member runs out of the room. 

San looks back at Maya, his glaze rolls over her body which was covered in rags and he looks back over at his father and asks him "Father, may I take my future wife and queen to the clothes maker?" 

San's father nods and watches as his son grabs his future daughter in law's hand and guides her out of the room. 

San holds Maya's hand gently as he walks beside her and he speaks softly "I know this arranged marriage is weird but I promise you I'll protect you." 

Maya blushes as she whispers "Thank you, I appreciate that."

Ten Months Later. 

"How did they meet though?" A peasant asked another.

"It was an arranged marriage that the king and queen had set up; they couldn't find an actual royal blood princess to marry him because they were all scared of him." 

"It sounds more like an arranged married. Like they were already married from the get go but only had a wedding for it recently." 

"That's pretty much how it is."