#wayv oneshots

[springseasonie]

Hello!! I would like to request a ten smut, he is ur husband, and both of y’all get in an argument, and you basically make up! 😃😊

Too Nice (M)

Warnings: sexual content, oral (male receiving), impact play (face smacking), asphyxiation (just a tad)

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: please don't hate me for finally posting this months later I hope you like it <3

You walked into your house, kicking off your heels in frustration as soon as you got into the door. Thankfully your kids were staying at your sister's, so they wouldn't have to hear the argument that was about to happen with your husband. 

"So much for be fucking civil," you mumbled to yourself, throwing your clutch on the couch. 

"Please don't tell me you're still upset about that," Ten groaned, taking his suit jacket off. He threw the fabric on the coat rack, loosening his tie to get more comfortable. "I thought you dropped it at the party." 

"Why would I have dropped it," you snapped, turning to him.

Ten was a bit surprised by how angry you were. It's not a surprise that you're the possessive one in the relationship, he's known this for the 6 years you've been together, but he's never seen you this angry. Although he wanted to pretend he doesn't know what set you off, he does know. And he knows that he's partly at fault for it, but he was just being nice. 

"Y/N, we've talked about this. You can't let small things like this upset you," he said, trying to calm you down. 

But to you, it didn't feel like he was trying to calm you, it came off condescending. You had anger issues. Anyone who knew you for even a week could tell you this. You've worked on them for a while, and thankfully for you, you met someone who was willing to help you work through it. But even though he was your source of peace, he was also your source of chaos. Your husband is a nice guy and that's why you liked him. But now you've been married for 4 years and he's still a nice guy, too nice. You've told him he's too nice.

"It wasn't small. She flirted with you in front of me and then proceeded to ask if she could buy you a drink," you said angrily. "You let her buy you a drink, Ten."

"I thought she was being nice, Y/N. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was just one drink," he argued. 

"Yeah just one drink in front of all your other colleagues and your wife," you whined frustrated. "All I ask is for you to stop being so nice."

Ten walked up to you slowly, bangs falling in his eyes with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around you, clasping his hands behind the small of your back. He looked at you with gentle soft eyes, taking in your features silently. You were really his soulmate. He loved everything about you including the moments when you were angry with him. 

"You looked good tonight," he said, smiling as you rolled your eyes. 

"You can't compliment your way out of this Ten." 

"No, but I think I can kiss my way out." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He placed his hands on your hips, fingers playing with the sequence in your dress. No matter how upset you were with him, he always found a way to pull you back in. He was your weakness and you knew that. 

He pulled away, chuckling softly when you chased his lips. "You want more?" 

"Don't be a dick," you whined.

Ten kissed you again, this time deeper. His lips moved slowly on yours, the tension making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You placed your hands on his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. Soon enough, the slow kisses turned into a makeout, a heavy one at that. You and Ten stood there, tongues tangling in a sensual fashion. He moved his hands back to your back side, taking the zipper in his fingers. 

You smile as you feel him unzip your dress, giggling on his lips. Ten bit your lip softly, feeling your fingers begin to unbutton his shirt. You pulled away from him, resting your forehead on his as you watched your hand travel down his body, fingers brushing against his bulge. 

“Fuck I need you,” you whispered, hands wrapping around his clothed cock. “Between the kids and work… I need you really bad.” 

“Yeah?” His nose brushed against yours when he looked down, watching you undo his belt. 

You nod, unbuttoning and zipping his slacks. You swallow hard, yanking the perfectly tailored fabric to the ground. 

“You couldn't even make it to the room,” he mumbled, eyes following your body as you dropped to the ground. One thing Ten loved about you besides your amazing personality is your love for giving head. You loved it, the feeling of being on your knees, him being above you looking at you with those pretty eyes of his. 

“My pretty girl just wants to take care of me, isn't that right,” he says, hands stroking your hair softly. 

“Mhm.” You pulled his underwear down, the fabric quickly looking at his ankles. He's so big and hard, tip pink and ready for you. Your husband watched you take his cock in your hands, hungry eyes staring up at him as you kissed his tip softly. 

A relaxed sigh left his lips when you licked his tip softly, lips wrapping around sucking it softly. 

“C'mon baby, don't tease,” he says, sly smirk on his face. 

“It's what you get for being nice to that woman,” you mumbled, slowly licking up his cock. Ten watched you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out finally sinking onto his cock. You bobbed your head slowly, eyes never leaving his. 

“Jealous but still sucking me off,” he mumbled. “My kind of woman.” 

His hand kept stroking your hair softly, quietly watching you bob your head below him. He says nothing but his eyes are intense, they always are. And right now, they're telling you he's going to fuck you until you pass out, which you desperately need. 

Ten movements on your hair come to a halt, his fingers now in your scalp as he takes a firm hold of your head. “You gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth,” he asks, voice low and raspy. 

You nod, brows furrowing when he pulls your head back, forcing you to take more of him. His brows furrow when you feel you gag around him, the sudden tightness sending pleasure up his spine. You moan with every thrust, eyes now screw shut as he takes control. Your hands clench on the bottom of your dress, thighs clenched on the floor from how turned on you were. 

“Look at me,” he grunted. 

But you kept your eyes closed, every nerve in your body too on edge to even hear his words. That's when he smacked your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to catch your attention. 

“Look at me.”

You obey, your big eyes finally seeing the  monster you created after a long night of getting on his nerves. He knows how much you like to rile him up, even if you're actually angry. The way he'll always put you in your place makes you weak for him. 

“Good girl,” he groans, his thrust getting faster. He doesn't loosen his grip even when you whine loudly. 

“My pretty wife loves to rile me up,” he grunts. “Loves to suck me off, fill her mouth with my cock.”

He starts to thrust into your mouth harder, his lips curling into a smirk watching your tears and drool ruin your makeup. You look so pretty with mascara running down your face, lipstick smeared all over your mouth, messy hair. It's making him hornier by the second, his dick almost about to explode with every second he looks at you. 

“Fuck I'm gonna cum,” he moans breathlessly. “Want me to cum in your mouth, hm? Want to milk my cock with your mouth?” 

Even though he had a strong grip on your head, you managed to nod around his dick. The vibrations of your voice sent chills up his spine, brows furrowing as his jaw dropped watching you below him. The sounds of him fucking your throat, his groans and moans filling the room, the smell of sex in the air- you needed more. 

Just when you thought he was almost done, Ten pinches your nose with his opposite hand, cutting off the only air flow you have for just a second. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, the sudden lack of airflow sending your body into panic. But you were so turned on by it, your stomach was in a thousand knots, thong drowning in your juices by now. 

“You like this don't you,” he says, voice raspy and low. “Pretty baby looks like she's gonna cry.” 

The way he taunted you only made you want him more. Ten has always been fascinated at how easily you bend to his will despite being so dominant in the relationship. He loves it. 

Ten let go of your nose, finally allowing you some air. You gag once again, staring up at him with your mascara running, brows furrowed in submission. “Fuck, make me cum baby.” He lets go of your hair, allowing you to get rid of the crook that was beginning to form in your neck from the angle. 

You took control, wrapping your hand around his shaft, jerking him fast as you pulled your mouth off his cock. His laugh and groans mixed together watching you cough and gasp for air. But you didn't keep your mouth off him for very long. The visual of spit down your chin in your pretty dress made him go crazy. Your husband let out a string of curses when you wrapped your mouth about the head of his cock, sucking him hard. 

You felt his body shiver every time you allowed your tongue to lick the slit, your big pretty eyes staring at him. All of the stimulation from your mouth and hands were quickly building, releasing almost there.

“Cum,” you whined. “Please, cum in my mouth.” You jerked him faster, thumb occasionally digging into his tip softly. 

Just the sight of you made him cum, fast and hard. You on your knees, mouth open and tongue out, waiting for him to paint you in white and he did. He came, some landing on your tongue, lips, face. You were covered in him and you loved it. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, breathing heavily. “I fucking love you.” Before you could even respond, he pulled you to your feet, kissing you roughly while his cum remained on your tongue, tasting himself. 

“Baby, please,” you said against his lips. “Fuck me, please. I wanna feel you.” 

“Can we make it to the room first,” he chuckled, kissing you deeply once again. He kept kissing you, his hands traveling all over your body. Second go by and the dress you were once wearing are now on the floor next to your heels. 

The two of you never made it to the bedroom. 

[noramoons]

renounced | x.dj

summary: your life as the eldest child in the royal family is simple: follow everything you’ve been told, without complaint. the game is easy—until you meet xiao dejun, who shows you that you may not have to play their game at all.

pairing: prince!xiaojun x gender neutral!royal reader

genre: angst with a happy ending (?)

wc: 4k

rating: T/15+

warnings: unspecified time period, historical inaccuracies, brief mention of religious analogies, implied suggestive content, language, not proofread (😧)

a/n: happy xiaojun day! :D (me, finishing a fic on time?? 🤯🤯) hope u enjoy this little one-shot. i’m sure there are MAJOR historical inaccuracies for the politics depictions in this - feel free to leave any feedback or concrit you might have!

This is the last time.

It's like a mantra. You repeat it to yourself, over and over, starting the sentence over with every other stairstep you reach.

This is the last time. It has to be.

Of course, you said that the last time, too.

Prince Dejun has been a fixture in your life for nearly as long as you can remember. And for a long time—you hated remembering.

His family's kingdom had brought yours to the brink of annihilation in war—a long, terrible, stupid war that your nation had been comically unprepared for. The Xiao family had industrialized their military years before your father's generals even began to think about the idea, studying and honing in their technological advances to the point that when they finally brought their army to your doorstep, your father had no choice but to kneel. Can it really be called war if the other side never even stands a chance?

You had hated Xiao Dejun, then. Hated the very idea of him and his entire family. Hated that they had been so generous as to allow your family to stay in their palace for a month while yours was being rebuilt, him and his brothers running through the halls with gleeful abandon while you and your younger siblings had to restrain yourselves at all times. You always had to be poised and patient, silent unless spoken to—the perfect guests for who you saw as little more than your captors.

It was several years later before your father's advisors began whispering again, hushed murmurs that gradually tumbled their way down to your eavesdropping ears—not of war this time, but of the future. Of building future alliances with the very nation that had nearly decimated your home.

And you, as the eldest child, were the perfect sacrificial lamb.

You had felt just as much, too, the night of your first outing with the prince. You would be supervised, of course, but you still found yourself unable to shake the feeling as the servants dressed you quietly, whispering to each other when they thought you couldn't hear. Like they were preparing a stuffed pig for a feast.

You'd dreaded every step down the main stairwell of your newly rebuilt home, clinging to the marble railing that you were sure was just as cold and unforgiving as the prince waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs (Completely unlike the way you are currently racing up a flight of stairs, heart growing lighter with each step).

You had been surprised, then, when Dejun had taken your gloved hand in his—it turned out he was warm flesh and blood, after all.

He'd engaged in perfectly polite, yet expected small talk all throughout the main entryway and into the gate outside. It wasn't until you reached that first step outside, the furthest you'd been away from home in months, that he had squeezed your hand and dropped his voice into an octave that sounded much more familiar to the Dejun you had seen briefly in his home.

"Do you trust me?"

You were taken aback by the question—but you certainly weren't a liar. "No."

He'd laughed at that—a light, airy sound escaping past his lips that you thought had no right to come from a devil. "I thought as much. I would've been surprised if you'd said so." Something glinted in his eyes. "Can you give me a chance to change your mind?"

What on Earth was he talking about? The two of you were only supposed to wander the gardens until dusk—that was what your governess had said. "Why would I do that?"

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth—you thought, for an absentminded moment, how seemingly perfect his teeth were. What a strange thing to notice. "Because it'll get us away from the eyes of your governess." 

Your own eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I—" I hadn't even noticed she was out here, you'd wanted to say. You had spun around, looking intently for somewhere she must have been hiding—she couldn't have been that inconspicuous if Dejun had noticed her already.

He'd squeezed your hand again, warm fingers still intertwined with yours. "I spoke with the stablehand before coming to call on you. He said he would leave a horse tied just outside the gates." He paused. "It's up to you, of course. Your Highness." He dropped your hand only to cross it across his chest in a mock serene bow, and you had bit onto your own tongue, hard, to keep a laugh from escaping you at the sight.

You had tried to weigh the consequences in your mind, but the thought of freedom was just as alluring as it always had been under the watchful eye of seemingly everyone else in the palace you'd grown up with. Even if it came with a price of momentary companionship with Xiao Dejun.

"We..." you had started. "We have to be back by sunset. No later."

He had grinned and taken your hand, running with you close behind, helping you mount the horse when you did, in fact, find one tied just outside the palace gates—and giving you the first taste, if only for an hour, of what real freedom might feel like.

You were chased down by your governess and a slightly bruised stablehand before the sun had even begun to set, but you and Dejun had talked, lying on your backs in an empty field miles away from the palace, for what felt like hours. It was then that you learned he cared practically nothing for politics, that he had no plans to be king the way his father had ruled. You discovered, through a series of conversations, that he wanted so much more for his life—to not be tied to something he hadn't chosen for himself. You'd never forget for the rest of your life how his eyes shone that evening, how they sparkled as he listened to you, and how he talked about the life he wanted with such excitement. He wanted to learn how to walk across a trapeze, or become a traveling musician, to sail across the world with a band of pirates—he wanted to at least have options. To be able to choose something for himself, something that was only his.

That glass facade you had built in your head of him shattered. He was so, so much like you, in every way you had never imagined.

Your governess gave you an earful when you were dragged back to the palace that night, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. Dejun had planted a dangerous seed in your brain—the idea of getting to choose.

While your father wasn't entirely pleased with the events of your first outing with Prince Dejun, his advisors still believed it would be a beneficial match for the future of the kingdom—so you were allowed to continue your courtship with the prince.

With every meeting, you found your affection for the worldview he had given you growing. You were allowed to let yourself want for the first time. You wanted the ability to choose what you did with your life. You wanted to see what the rest of the world looked like outside of your room in the palace.

You wanted Dejun. And he wanted you, too.

But perhaps that grasp of freedom was something you didn't deserve. After all—at the end of the day, there wasn't truly any aspect of your life's path that you chose yourself. Even the idea of freedom was ludicrous. Everything was preordained for your life by the same gods (who you had been told since birth) that had put your father on the throne—to say or do otherwise was simply unthinkable. Heresy. A refusal of everything you had been put on this planet to do.

It had clearly been too long since you had any reminders of that fact—and so your father's advisors, moods changing like the tides of the ocean, provided you with one.

Your kingdom and the Xiaos found themselves in a trade standoff—the Xiao kingdom had the grain your kingdom so desperately needed after his soldiers had burned your farmlands down to the soil, but your father's advisors refused to pay what the Xiaos were demanding. They could get grain and cattle at a much lower price from the Qian kingdom to the south—not nearly as militarily advanced as the Xiaos, but a longtime ally of your father's, and a royal family with a son your age.

One too many insults were exchanged between families over tense negotiations—and so your courtship with Dejun was called off. Replaced with a hurried engagement to the prince of the Qian family, a man you'd never met.

And yet—you couldn't burn the roots of what Dejun had planted in you. Now more than ever, you wanted that freedom Dejun had promised you. You wanted the ability to lash out about this choice made for you, to scream at your uncaring father who only saw you as a political pawn to be used for the betterment of the nation.

But what could you do? You had been raised in a calculating way—everything you did was politics. Every choice you made was a stepping stone for your future—and not just yours. The future of your family, your lineage, your nation rested on your shoulders as the next in line for the throne. Who were you to just cast that aside? Run away with nothing but the hope Dejun would follow you? Would he follow you?

There was still a positive outcome, albeit a small one—you learned that while your relationship with Dejun had been broken for you, your kingdom's alliance with the Xiao family was not entirely lost. It was damaged enough to not want your families permanently intertwined, but not enough to go to war again—or more importantly to your circumstance, not damaged enough that their invitations to your family's yearly galas with the surrounding kingdoms had been rescinded.

A full year passed by the time your family hosted another gala, and it took all the self restraint you had mustered within you to not rush across the ballroom and hold him impossibly close to you when you finally, finally locked your gaze onto Dejun again for the first time in a year. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from the top of the staircase—the same way you had seen them shine all those years ago, when he had first introduced that damned idea of freedom into your stupidly impressionable mind. You wondered if anyone else in the ballroom could hear how loud your heart was pounding.

It took almost the entire evening, dancing with several other princes and high-ranking officials (the ones your advisors had informed you to charm for potential future alliances) before you were finally able to drag Dejun out of the ballroom, unnoticed, and into a nearby corridor.

You stared at each other for a moment. Then two.

Dejun whispered your name, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment you've given him.

"I've missed you," you said. Ever the careful, political one—you'd ached with how much your mind and soul had missed Dejun, but you couldn't tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he didn't want to be seen with you, now that you were engaged to someone else? What if—

He leaned across, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing his lips to yours in one singular, fluid motion.

Once again—Dejun had presented you with an opportunity you hadn't even thought of yourself. You had seen a door at the end of a hallway and thought it to be the only exit—and Dejun had shown you how to escape through a window.

The next two years of galas were the same—on one night a year, you'd entertain guests for hours, dancing until your feet were sore and mind swirling as you tried to remember everyone's name and affiliation and rank. None of it mattered once everyone retired to their guest suites, preparing for a long day of travel tomorrow, and you were free to slip away and spend the long hours of the night, unnoticed, with Dejun.

Each time, you heard a rock at your window as you were preparing for bed, and each time, you knew what it meant. You'd look outside to see a shining pair of eyes in the darkness, holding a single candle and beckoning you to follow. You'd end the evening as far away from the palace as you could get, tangled in Dejun's limbs underneath the moonlight, the two of you only pulling your cloaks back on and hurrying back in giggles when the first rays of morning sunlight were beginning to rise.

It's what you're doing now—heart racing as you ascend the final stair and make your way to the balcony before you. But this time will be different, you know. It has to be.

You're getting married next month to Prince Kun. You should have cut this tryst off before it even began—you know it will only continue to cause you and Dejun both heartache and suffering. And from what you hear, his own father's advisors have been hard at work finding an engagement for Dejun. It won't be long before you're both encumbered with marital duties.

All of this is at the tip of your tongue to tell him—and then he turns around from the balcony railing.

The moon frames his dark hair like a halo, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he sees you walking towards him—and oh, gods, how could you ever tell him anything of the sort? When he's running a soft hand through your hair and he's pulling your lips to his, when you're closing your eyes against him and letting him glide a hand down to the small of your back and press his chest to yours—when you're tasting freedom on his lips, how could you ever take that away? 

But the thought still haunts you when you're lying on your back beside him, miles away from the palace and watching the stars glitter in the sky above you. You know why neither of you have discussed the fact that you're engaged to Kun, that you'll be living in a palace in an entirely different kingdom after next month. Admitting that you need to have a discussion, after all, feels like admitting that this has to end.

Dejun stirs beside you—you had thought he was asleep. You turn on your side to look at him.

He smiles when he sees your face, and you can't fight a smile from tugging at your own lips. How can you give this up? "This is it," he says, suddenly, and you feel your stomach lurch—of course he'd be the one to acknowledge this. "Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" you say, quietly—but the quiver in your voice betrays that you know his meaning all too well.

Dejun reaches across and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your connected hands up to his lips as he kisses each fingertip. "Did you want to never discuss it? To lie with me here, and then never see me again?"

You frown. "Of course not. But I don't exactly know how—"

"Run away with me," he says suddenly. "They'll never find us. We can go to the ends of the earth."

You laugh at how abrupt he is. "They'd find us, Dejun. Your father owns the greatest military in the world, and my father has spies on every inch of this continent. We'd never make it across either border."

He's insistent. "We have to try. I told you, all those years ago, that I want to be able to choose something for my life, something that's only mine. It's you, Y/N. I don't care where we are or what we're doing—I can't stand to be apart from you anymore."

His words strike your heart like daggers, but you still shake your head slowly—grabbing the hilt and driving the daggers in further yourself. "It's too late. Don't you see? It's not just my family that's depending on my choices now—the Qians are too. I can't turn my back on this anymore by just running away."

"And who decides that?" He shoots back. "None of this has been up to you. Don't you think you deserve a chance to choose a life for yourself?"

You don't know why it's never occurred to you before. It's a fantasy—all of this. Ever since the moment your courtship with Dejun was called off years ago, you've been in a child's delusion. The real world calls now, with all of its accompanying rules and responsibilities—you have no place allowing yourself to stay in this illusion anymore. There has to be another universe, a different life where the two of you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, but it isn't this one. There's no substance to you and Dejun. "And in that life, I would do what? Continue to be a once-a-year tryst to you? Do you..." You take a sharp breath. "Do you love me, Dejun?"

He looks like you've stung him with your words—maybe you have. "You know how I feel about you, Y/N, I—"

"Can you say it?" Part of you is screaming internally for giving him an ultimatum like this, for probably ripping away the only respite you've ever had from your life in a cage—but you know that if you don't do it, it'll be done for you. Just like everything else.

"I..." he trails off, and you find yourself utterly afraid for what he might have said—because it might have convinced you.

And then he inhales again. Clenches his jaw. "Goodnight, Y/N."

Your heart sinks, but you swallow down the self-induced disappointment. "Goodnight, Dejun."

You don't think either of you sleep much that night. You watch the sun rise on the horizon hours later—beautiful, cheerful shades of pinks and oranges that are a perfect contrast to the knots of worry you can feel brewing in your stomach.

As you and Dejun hurry back (in silence) to the south side of the palace, you begin to slow at the gate behind the gardens. In the past, you've always stopped here to say your goodbyes before heading back into the palace on your own separate ways, as to not arouse suspicion.

Dejun never stops. He never even begins to slow down his walking pace. Instead, you watch him walk past you, through the gardens and into the side door into the scullery—and now you really can't shake this feeling that you've made a massive, unchangeable mistake.

You remember how much you once hated him—how to even hear the name Xiao Dejun made your stomach twist. Now, you think, you'd give anything to hear his name announced in the same room as you. And it may never happen again.

The month that follows your engagement with Qian Kun goes by in a blur. The wedding preparations, the attire, the food for the guests—it's all chosen for you, anyway, so why should you care? You silently mourn the loss of all things good and routine in your life that you'd come to cherish before—including Dejun.

The wedding itself is a different experience—mostly because you don't feel like you're even really there. Everything is just as you had rehearsed the day before; your father walks you down the aisle in full royal regalia. You stand beside Kun and recite your perfectly memorized vows. You touch your lips to his.

It’s a game, all of it—and you’ve been told every move to play.

You don't eat much at the reception, and your new husband seems to notice. He asks if you're not feeling well, if you need to leave early—and as much as you know you need to stay to keep up appearances, to maintain the alliances your father's advisors have so carefully crafted for you with this marriage—you can't help but nod yes.

Kun is too kind for his own good, you think. He briefly shows you around the royal wing of your new home, where you'll presumably be staying for the rest of your life, before opening the door to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. You expect him to follow you inside, so you're surprised when he moves to open the door again to leave.

He turns around, a small smile of understanding on his mouth. "I'll see you in the morning, Your Highness. When you're feeling better." He hesitates for only a brief moment before adding, "You don't have to keep up appearances around me. I hope you know that."

You don't know that, in all honesty—but you smile and nod gratefully anyway.

You let yourself sit in the silence of your room for a long while, comfortable with it in contrast to the loud reception you can still hear ongoing downstairs. You think about calling for help on undressing out of your royal wedding attire, but the thought of being alone is still far more appealing, even if it takes you an hour to get out of all these layers.

You've only undone two buttons when you hear a thump on the floor, right below the open window. It's a rock, you realize in disbelief as you bend down to take a closer look. You hold it under the candlelight, and you finally recognize the familiar scrawled ink across the surface.

I love you.

You lean over the window, heart pounding so loud you can hear it rushing in your ears—and you see him. He hasn't even dismounted from the horse he must have ridden to the castle on, one hand still clutching the reins, other hand waving in the air to catch your attention.

Dejun's face lights up when he sees you, and you suddenly feel that same lightness in your chest the instant you see it. Like you'd never even left his side.

You grab the candle on your nightstand and bring it by the window to see him better, and it's then that you begin to hear what he's been saying—not yelling, thankfully, to ensure any wedding goers won't hear. But you don't even think you'd mind now, as you lean further out of the window and finally hear it from his own lips.

I love you.

You think about what he said only a month ago, an echo of the things he'd said to you when you were younger. That you deserve to choose.

You think that while there is a lifetime where you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, there must also be another where you are brave enough to run away—to be in love, to choose with your own mind to leave behind everything you've known for each other. For something that you both know would last.

Maybe there's a part of you that thinks that lifetime can be this one—that they're one and the same. That some part of you still longs to be that foolish, and that brave.

You cup your hands around your mouth and call down to him—your answer to tonight's unspoken question.

I love you too.

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• 𝐊𝐮𝐧

-One part of him is worried about hurting you too much and the other part is proud that you can't keep him inside you and he's ready to take care of you

- "We do it slowly don't worry I'll take great care of you"

• 𝐓𝐞𝐧

-He would try to make you relax as much as possible even though he has a grin on his face and is acting more cocky than usual

- "Too big for you princess huh"

• 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧

-Would show up a side of his personality he didn't even know he had, he is much more attentive to you and he loves knowing he's too big for you so he will take good care of you (daddy kink unlocked)

- "Fuck you're so tight-Just for me"

• 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬

-If he was expecting that you would not be able to take his member but he got you, he prepares you first by making you cum a couple of times on his fingers

- "I can't wait to replace my fingers with something else"

• 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧

-He would be worried about hurting you so he asks you whether to continue or not, but this would make his ego grow a lot but he doesn't show it

- "Good girl, inch by inch, take me"

• 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲

-He is surprised, he didn't expect this to happen, he will use some lube but he would be stil tense at first but afterwards he lets himself go to the pleasure

- "You doing so good for me"

• 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

-The fact that you have a hard time taking his cock would be a great pride for him and he uses it to his advantage with no shame

-"What's the problem baby? Can't you take my dick mh? "

It was a long time since I wrote about wayvs so I did, I don't have as many requests about wayvs ( no one, maybe one) compared to the other units so I decided to write about them ✌🏻❤

(!Don't make request are closed now¡)

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OMG YOURE BACK IVE MISSED YOU GUYS❤️

and omg you’re writing again too?😭 what a good dayyyy. I clicked on the notification when I saw that tumblr notified be you guys were back💗 anywaysss for the prompt game:

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

Can i have it with yangyang please❤️😭 thank youuu, preferably friends to lovers where yangyang is oblivious the reader has a crush on him

BUT ALSO HOW ARE YOU GUYSS, IVE MISSED YOU

Thank you SO so much!!! We are doing well and hope you are too 🥺💖💖💖 I’m sorry this took so long but here we go!! I hope you like it!

Unrequited Love (a,f)

Yangyang x female reader (oneshot)

Contains: angst, fluff, a little cursing, jealousy, surprise guest 😏

Word count: 1.9k

25.”It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

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“I can’t believe I’m ready before you for once.” You swung your chair back to facing Yangyang’s gaming computer to finish the level he could never beat. You were both getting ready for your senior prom or what the entire world referred to as “the best night of your life.” 

You weren’t so sure about that, after all, you had no date. To make matters worse, you’d have to watch your one true love go with someone else. You didn’t think it was fair, but if it made Yangyang happy, that’s all that mattered.

Yangyang scoffed “well…you don’t have to wear much makeup, you don’t have to do anything special to look..pretty.” The last word came out in the most gentle whisper, but you still heard it.

Your thumbs stuttered in movement. You didn’t move your character in time and quickly lost a life as some other player took advantage of your shock and shot you.

You paused the game and turned to him slowly. He still buttoned his dress shirt up like he didn’t do or say anything wrong.

“W-what did you just say?”

He turned to you with a smirk as he folded his collar. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Wait wait wait wait…” you jumped out of the chair and walked up to him.

“You can’t just-!”

He interrupts you with a loud sigh.

“Can you fix my bow tie for me?”

He hands you the tie while your mouth is still open.

You scoff and take it in your hands.

You stepped closer to him, bowing your head slightly so you could pay closer attention to his slender neck.

You were shaking and you hoped he didn’t notice, but this was the closest you had been to the boy you secretly loved.

Your fingers simply brushed his warm skin and you felt sparks at the tips. You swallowed hard as you remembered just how good he looked in a suit.

He chuckled. “At this rate, we’ll never get to prom.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you stopped taking a peak at my cleavage and tilted your head back, this would be easier for me!”

Yangyang quickly looked up to elongate his neck but not before ushering an “ugh ew!”

You knew he was joking, but a part of you felt defeated at that. Why didn’t he feel the same way about you? Why did he have to crush on the most basic looking girl? You’ve known him since 5th grade, she’s only known him since this year. It wasn’t fair, but once again, she made him happy, that’s all that matters.

You finally stepped back and turned from him. “There..you’re all set..can we go now?”

Yangyang frowned when you turned away from him. He didn’t know why you seemed sad for the biggest night of your lives, but he wished you weren’t. You were supposed to have fun together.

“Y/n..” he said softly.

“Yeah?” You looked at him over your shoulder. 

Time moved slowly. In a perfect world, this would be the moment. He’d finally confess his love to you. He’d ditch his date or maybe you’d both ditch prom altogether and just hang out. You would spend time together and express your love for each other. He’d say “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now.” And finally, you’d finally-

“You ready for some fun?” He tossed the car keys to you and smiled brightly.

You forced a smile and nodded.

———

Yangyang met his date at prom and you watched from the side as they took photos. You pretended to fix your hair and makeup. You looked at your nails and even talked to random students you never even seen before tonight. You tried everything not to watch them together. Your heart was breaking. You felt so beautiful and yet, you envied the girl at the center of Yangyang’s attention.

Yangyang held her closely as they walked towards the dance floor. He turned back to you when he realized you were behind him and waved you over. However, you pretended not to see him over the crowd and went outside to the balcony area.

You looked over a beautiful garden lit by white Christmas lights and the gazebo at the center. It was perfect. You could easily feel like a princess. If only you had a Prince.

“It hurts..” a male voice echoes from the doorway.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you..” he tilts his head towards the party.

The boy is none other than your ex, Jeno.

You chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeno.”

He steps closer to you, standing right across from you now as you look back out at the garden.

“Come on y/n…I see the look in your eyes when you look at Yangyang..you look at him like he created the stars, the moon, and night itself..”

You look back at Jeno as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“I would’ve given anything to have you look at me that way..just once.” He continues.

“Jeno..you know I—“ you swallowed hard.

“You have a special place in your heart for me..yeah I know, I remember the break-up letter you wrote to me.” He chuckled.

“What you feel now…is what I felt every day I was with you.”

“Is that why you came out here? To make me feel worse than I already do?” Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you weren’t sure why. Jeno was so sweet. He was a great boyfriend, but your heart belonged to Yangyang, even he couldn’t keep you from loving him.

But you weren’t crying because of Jeno, were you? No, you were crying because he was right. It did hurt to love someone that didn’t love you back.

He shook his head. “No..I’m here to tell you to stop..either let him go or tell him the truth..”

“Jeno..you know I can’t do that.”

“Tell him everything, tell him how you feel and how you can’t go five minutes without your heart racing just because he’s looked at you.”

“And what will that do? It will ruin our friendship, just stop.” You grew furious at Jeno’s bizarre statements and walked by him to the door leading back into the party.

He took your hand and pulled you back. “You broke up me because you love him! It’s only fair that you let him know that!”

Your head snaps back to him. “Fair for who? For you! I will never tell Yangyang.”

“Tell me what?” Yangyang speaks out from behind you.

You swallow hard and turn back to him, tears were running down your cheeks now. You were embarrassed. This night had turned into a mess so fast, you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Jeno? What the hell did you do?”

Jeno let you go but remained silent.

“He--he didn’t do anything Yangyang, don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Fuck that, you don’t look fine.” Yangyang grows angry at the sight of you in tears with your ex just a few feet away.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What did he do, y/n?”

He reaches for your cheek but you back away.

Jeno steps to you, but Yangyang quickly pushes him away. “Back off asshole!”

“Yangyang!” You step in before the situation escalates. “Im not crying because of him..I’m crying because of you.” You let out and immediately regretted it. 

“What?” Yangyang stared in disbelief.

You ran through the party and out the front door. 

Yangyang ran after you as his date ran after him.

“Y/n! Let’s talk about this..is what he said true?”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment.

He heard Jeno. You grew even more embarrassed and started to run again.

You quickly hopped in your car and started to drive home. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see a heartbroken and confused Yangyang in your review mirror.  He called out to you, but his voice grew quieter as you drove further and further away.

———

It was the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

You pulled your pillow over your head and pretended to sleep.

After a few minutes, the door flew open.

You sighed and lifted the pillow off.

“It’s a Saturday, why are you waking me up-“ you mumbled, but stopped when you realized it wasn’t any parent coming in.

Yangyang stood at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed.

“You piss me off.” He picked up another pillow that was at the end of your bed and threw it hard at you. Your head flung back but you quickly grabbed the pillow that was behind your head and threw it at him.

“You piss ME off! What the hell do you want?” You jumped out bed and grabbed another pillow and threw it at him before he could respond.

He caught it in hands effortlessly and suddenly the two of you were paying an angry game of pillow dodgeball at 9 a.m.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or at least text me, you asshole!!” He threw it back at you.

You stepped to the side. “Why did I ever give you a key to my house?!” You yelled and threw your high heel shoe this time.

Yangyang’s eyes widened as he dropped yo the floor to dodge it.

“Okay!! Okay! That’s enough!” He yelled.

You panted and say on the edge of your bed.

He stood up slowly before sitting beside you.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to talk about it Yangs.”

“Well..I do.” He said softly.

You turned to face him, your mascara was smudged and your hair was messy, you looked a mess, but Yangyang loved it nonetheless. To him, you were always beautiful.

“It’s my fault..” he sighed before continuing. “I’ve been so oblivious this entire time..because I’ve just been so focused on..”

“Yourself?” You smirked.

He chuckled. “..yeah.”

You sighed loudly and fell into the bed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve never said anything to Jeno..now I’ve made the friendship awkward.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve only made things clearer for me to be honest.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Y/n..I love you too..and not just a friendly love..I think..no, I know I love you.”

He laid down beside you.

You chuckled. “And now you’re making fun of me.”

He places a hand on your chin and turns your face towards his. He kisses you without much thought, keeping his lips on yours in hopes that you won’t pull away.

And you don’t. You close your eyes and embrace the kiss, feeling like all your worries were lifted from your shoulders. You no longer felt heartbroken.

You pulled away to breathe and blinked rapidly. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

“Weird.” You said before laughing. You both felt strange but good.

“What about your date from last night? Are you sure about this?” You displayed a look of concern that Yangyang found to be adorable.

“Oh her? She’s pretty and all..but she isn’t you.”

You smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing a pillow to throw at him. 

“If you barge into my room like that again, I’ll throw actual basketballs.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back to the bed.

——-

Thank youuu I hope you enjoyed!! I was actually gonna stop it at the scene where y/n drives away but i wanna be nice hehe

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CATS, BRUSHES AND YOU

TEN LEE

Prologue: How far will things go with this random guy you met online? It might not always be as simple.

Genre: Fluff + Social Media AU

Wordcount: 1,808

Warnings: Mild language

It wasn't too long ago since you started stalking this one account, banana_brushes. All their feed ever had to offer was art, which was probably their own, and cats, which you assumed were also theirs. You were sure you had seen a hundred other profiles updating with the same thing, but this just felt different from day one.

You still consider yourself very lucky though, the astonishment on your face was very real the day the same user slid into your DMs. No, you never interacted with any of their posts so there was no chance of getting caught, all you ever did was simply view. 

"Hey there, I hope I'm not being annoying but would you let me know what medium did you use for the watery thing effect in your last post?" You thought it was a genuine query, which it was, making you leave an immediate reply.

"Thanks, I run an art account too, though."

It was from that very moment you started talking with this random guy online. In a week or more the talks matured from arts and cats to somewhat general ones, you see, how any two strangers would get to know each other.

The two of you now held deep conversations, as time passed. Even though it was only via typing on a social media platform. Maybe it was due to the fact that you knew things would always stay anonymous. There was an absolute zero possibility of seeing or meeting him in the flesh, your real identities would never be revealed, thus blessing you with the freedom to not hold back any opinions, or to spit out whatever the fuck your heart wanted you. You knew you could always block him or report him if things ever went south. To you, it was so much better than having to interact with real-life people. Yeah, call it living in a fake world or whatever, but at least this was something that made you feel at ease.

Your conversations with banana_brushes still continued as smoothly as a rom-com movie, and it was not until this fine evening that you started to see him in a different light.

Your attention was diverted to your notifications as soon as you came home from a trashy day of work, it was him again, and you didn't know for what reason in the heavens, it made you smile.

"Since I've never seen you, I drew what I think you would look like."

He captioned a picture with another one of his works, which he made keeping you in mind, making your lips curve themselves again. Just pondering over the thought that a person did put in some sort of effort while thinking of you was beyond precious, provided the fact that he was not "real". You never saw him, let alone meet him in the flesh. The art piece was phenomenal, as expected. He really knew his brushes. It was not like he traced an angel onto the canvas, it was what anyone would label as "ordinary" but maybe that was what made you resonate with it in a flash of a second.

"Hmm, well full marks for the effort, and that's actually quite pretty! thanks." You replied back without wasting a minute.

"And, I kind of think I look better than that." You teased him, and the text was sent along with a tongue-out winking emoji. 

"Oh! I would have no clue." He was still typing as you glued your eyeballs to the screen. "The only thing I have ever seen is your art."

With a raised eyebrow, you ran your fingers across your keypad. There was no way you were going to let this sassy stranger win. 

"The only thing I have ever seen is your cats". With this, you dropped your phone onto the bed. This was one of the many perks of talking to people online, disconnecting at any time you felt like.

-

The next morning was nothing special. The same cycle of waking up, getting ready, and leaving for work. There were times you really sat and pondered something interesting happening in your life, at least for once as you sipped on your coffee. Life was no better than the stagnant lake waters. 

The last time you remember having an adrenaline rush was probably the night before your job interview. It has been two years since then.

-

"No way in fucking hell!" You cursed under your breath, making sure you blinked a dozen times and pinching yourself. 

You took quick steps towards the table, grabbing the canvas in your hands. It was the same that the Instagram guy sent you last night. What on earth was it doing here at your office? Did he manage to track your address down? What if he were a creep? Oh, how could you ever be so stupid to forget the dark side of this alluring internet?

It also seemed like your morning wish had come true, for the adrenaline hormone kicked it, along with this strange feeling in your gut.

"Excuse me?" You heard a voice from behind, you turned back out of reflex, with a pale face and mouth hanging open.

The man looked at you with an uncomfortable stare, pointing to the article you held in your hands. "Ummm, that?" He questioned. Did it by any chance belong to him? For the sake of God, let it be his.

"Ten?" You asked in disbelief.

"You know me?" He inquired back, with a change of tone.

Of course, you knew him. Even though this was the first face-to-face interaction you both had had in the last two years, you were well aware of his presence.

"If I'm not wrong, you are Y/N? I think I've seen you at the cafeteria a few times, you're a part of the-"

"Wait, you have cats?" You cut his unnecessary words off.

He was taken aback, how did you come to know about his precious babies? Before he could comprehend, you thew another question on his way. "And since when do you draw?"  This guy was not understanding a thing, his face showed that he could not make out, as though you spoke Greek. 

There was no time to waste. You hurriedly rummaged through your tote bag, pulling out your phone. 

"User banana underscore brushes?" You flashed your Instagram screen right before his eyes, which kept on getting wider and wider.

"User i know my underscore brushes?"  He took a long breath, nodding his head. "That was you?" He reciprocated the same reactions you displayed about a minute ago.

"Now you know embarrassing things about me! Hold on you also know my life problems?! Please don't tell the boss I called him a dick the other day!" He blurted out in a single breath, eyes wandering from left to right at the speed of light, palming his face out of embarrassment.

But it was not only you that had this advantage, texts had always been mutual.

"Only if you don't tell him that it was me who changed the PPT link to that of Dora the Explorer last week, and also just ignore all the bitching I've ever done about this place." You declared, resting your hands on your hips. 

"What the fuck? That was you!?" He burst into a shrill laugh.

"Huh?" You exclaimed.

"I mean that was super fun, also, I won't tell anyone. Deal?" His offer only made sense.

"Deal!" You raised your hand up, earning a high-five from him.

Before you could go back and continue with your otherwise boring day, ten interrupted. "Y/N!" 

"You're good at drawing and stuff." This came out of nowhere, why was he trying to make it awkward?

"Thanks, you've told me that before, and so are you!" You shined a tooth-wide smile as you turned back again, signalling your leave.

"Do you have any pets?" He asked abruptly, as though he had been caught with a gun near a corpse.

"I already told you that I did not." You laughed awkwardly again.

"Then let's go get some coffee." Ten offered. 

"Right now?" This was not a confirmation from your side but a denial. You stood there as you looked at him with a confused face again. 

Confusion has reigned supreme in this scenario throughout.

He took out his phone with the Kuromi phone grip out of his back pocket, his fingers were running like crazy, and there were visible beads of sweat on his forehead. You thought he had just offered you coffee.

You too started to do the same, smartphones turned out to be lifesavers in awkward situations. 

The first thing you noticed was the unseen messages from Ten yesterday, you must have ignored them last night until it turned out they were not meant to be ignored.

Ten, on the other hand, buried his face in his palms, not having the courage to face you, he was too late, by now you had read it all.

"You what?" You questioned in disbelief. "Yo-you have a crush on me?"

He was ready with an explanation even before you finished. "I think it's a bit more than that now that I know who you are, Y/N." He expressed, his tone sincere, looking at you directly and making eye contact with you.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry Y/N I did not want to let you know like this, who confesses like this-"

He talked a lot, and you were cutting him off, a lot.

You took steps closer, inches away from his body, holding him by the shoulders, trying to lean closer.

"Are-are you going to kiss me now?" He stammered. 

"May I?" You asked.

Ten nodded before shutting his eyes. You did the same and brought yourself closer, his awkward hands held you by the waist. The touch was sweet, creating a tingling sensation in your body. No, this was not your first kiss, but it sure felt special.

It felt like the blow on a wound, comforting. It felt like a scratch on the neck, satisfying, and it felt like a glass of wine, soothing. 

You caressed his pink lips with your thumb as you pulled back. 

"Does this mean you like me back?" He asked with curious eyes and now you could clearly appreciate his cat-like features. Soft, yet sharp.

"I think it means that most of the time, so yeah." You said.

"Makes sense." Ten giggled, his sassy self seemed to have melted away with one kiss.

"Also" he continued "That painting stands nowhere in front of you, you're way prettier." He remarked with a subtle smile.

"No no please this doesn't suit you!" You hit his hand playfully before the laughter erupted between you two once again.

Finally, in the midst of a boring life, a bright spot.

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Flying to You

Pairing: Kun X Ten

Genre: Angst, Romance, WW2!au

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,191

Summary: Kun has dreamt of flying high among the clouds all his life. Things take a turn though, when the war breaks out and he's forced to leave his own plane for a fighter jet.

Warning(s): Major character death, implied smut, mention of war related casualties, mention of corporal punishment

[a/n]: Written as part of the Ghibli Collab hosted by the one and only @toikiii. Thanks for proof reading this, dae! This fic was inspired by the movie 'The Wind Rises'.

Travelling to London was not something Kun had ever thought he’d get the opportunity to do. The trip was slow but it gave the man enough time to ponder over his plight.

Kun had grown up in a small village, where his main form of entertainment was a book about planes that his uncle had brought for him from the city. He spent his waking hours memorising every word in the book, engraving the drawings in his brain, and spent those he slept dreaming of flying those beautiful machines high in the air.

He was never alone on these fantastic adventures, there’d always be a lady by his side, some twenty years of age, one he’d never seen before. “Concentrate, Kun, your focus is drifting. One mistake and it’s a one way ticket to hell, you know that,” she’d remind him when he’d let himself get lost in the scenery around him.

Kun knew he was dreaming, but those dreams felt so real, sometimes he wondered if he was wrong about the difference between reality and his imagination. There was always a feeling of disappointment when he’d wake up, waiting for the moment he could go back and enjoy the open fields and vast oceans from the sky.

Kun’s father wasn’t the nicest man he knew but he did fund his education without qualms, which he could never be grateful enough for. Getting an engineering degree wasn’t easy, but he managed to get through it. His dream of flying only became greater as he studied, having gotten the opportunity to actually see some in real life and study them.

His actual opportunity didn’t come until two years after he’d graduated, when one of his co-workers shared that he knew the owner of a private airfield who gave lessons. The fees were exorbitant, and despite saving every penny Kun could, it wasn’t enough. He felt bad asking his mom, but she only smiled, spoke to his dad and returned with the money he needed.

“Hands go there and there,” The instructor showed him on the third day of training. He’d run him down on all the basics on the days prior, and was actually showing Kun how to put that knowledge to practice. The cockpit was small, barely enough for the two of them, but without even having left the ground, Kun felt at home.

Once they’d completed a tour of the plane, the instructor told him to hop in, promising him his first ride. Kun could feel himself buzzing as he sat down behind the man, fastening himself into the seat and bracing himself for what was to come.

The taxiing process was nerve-wracking, as Kun felt every hair on his body stand on end. The instructor threw him a thumbs up to signal that they were taking off before the plane began picking up speed. The feeling of his body being forced into his seat was grounding to Kun as the plane left the tarmac, pushing them full speed forward into the vast skies.

Kun has his eyes glued to the window that showed the world outside shrink rapidly. The clouds felt tangible for the first time in his life, not mere swathes of white painted on the endless horizon. He could barely process the words his instructor spoke, his mind trying to make sure this wasn’t another dream.

When it was time to land, Kun wished he could stay up in the air forever. He swore in that moment to spend every spare moment of his life doing this, regardless of what came in his way. Work would fly by as he thought of himself in that cockpit again, this time with his hands on the controls, floating through the air. His instructor could see the passion in his eyes and kept it burning as he guided Kun through his training, and before he knew it, Kun had a licence.

Flying became an escape for Kun after that, when work was hard or he was missing his mother, he would rush to the airbase to pull a helmet on his head and set off into the infinite skies above him. Things were fine for a while, the dreams of flying had ceased because Kun was able to fulfil them in his waking hours, but then all hell broke loose.

Everyone knew the war was impending but it still surprised people when it finally broke out. The military was conscripting able-bodied men and Kun knew his father would never forgive him if he didn’t serve, so he was amongst the first to enrol in the wartime efforts. Basic training was short and brutal, a cruelly abridged regimen to get the men into shape and out onto the battlefield.

Training had sucked the life out of Kun, but he knew that this was where he was supposed to be. His father may not have been the nicest man he knew, but he was deeply patriotic, and had instilled a sense of responsibility in Kun, one that made him strive for the betterment of those around him.

By the end of the month, he was going through one evaluation after the next, before he was redirected to the air squadron as a consequence of his licence. The deployment was quick to come, the war was evolving rapidly and men were needed in London, where the British had developed jets that could help the Allies in the war.

The trip to London from Hong Kong was long and nerve wracking, men packed like sardines in the back of a large plane. There was no communication with the outside world in those hours they spent between stops, and the atmosphere was too sombre to say much during. They would only be able to tune into the radio while the plane refuelled, a few quiet hours of listening to the worsening conditions and climbing body counts.

Kun didn’t get to see much of London before he was whisked away to the Royal Air force's base. He was with a team of nine other men, the best Hong Kong had to offer. They were shown planes of iron and steel, war machines meant to annihilate populations with a few well placed bombs. They were to fly it into Germany, an act of retaliation against the increasing violence on their part.

Kun sat down on the bunk assigned to him at night, hours after the briefing of their mission, wondering what he was doing. All he had wanted was to fly to escape from the world below him, not to hurt people. He wished he could go back to the air field back home and enjoy the peace of the green fields and infinite skies again.

That night, he dreamt again, just like he did when he was younger. He was sitting in the cockpit of his plane with the same lady behind him, now a little older, her sharp eyes making sure he was flying properly. Out of nowhere, he found himself speaking something he’d surprisingly never wondered. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said with a hearty chuckle. Kun didn’t have the time to ruminate on that comment, he had to keep his eyes in front of him.

It was after they’d landed that he spoke to him again. They were sitting on the ground in the grass, their helmets next to them. “I know you’re worried about what you’re doing, but you have to take a call, Kun,” she said, “In war, you either have conviction, or you run away.”

When he awoke, warm sunlight was streaking out of the window, his bunkmate still asleep above him. He left the room to find the mess and have something to eat. Their training with the new jets would begin soon, the final mission just over a month away. His English was good enough to be able to communicate with the British officers, and they led him down to the dining room.

That’s when he saw her, his eyes blowing wide at the sight of familiar short hair and sharp eyes. “Ms Lee, this is Kun Qian, one of your trainees,” the officer introduced before turning to Kun, “Mr Qian, Ms Hazel Ying Lee will be guiding you through your upcoming mission.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Hazel spoke, extending her hand to Kun. He returned the gesture, trying his best not to look too flustered. It was weird standing in front of the woman who had guided him for so many years and have her not know who he was. She asked him to join her for breakfast, which he did, and enjoyed an amicable conversation with her.

“Kun, things are going to get tough from here, not only physically, but emotionally as well. You’re clearly not a military man, so war isn’t something you were trained for. I suggest spending your free time in the city, enjoying what is left while it lasts.” Hazel was just like she was in his dreams, just as fierce and just as wise. Training under her was harsh, but the end result was far better than what Kun could have anticipated. Flying with Hazel was always a challenge, her sharp eyes ready to point out the smallest mistake he made.

He did take her advice though, and started to spend his free time exploring the city. He visited cafes and spent afternoons reading by the river, the atmosphere calm till he was brought back to reality by loud air raid sirens which made him run for cover.

It was in the evening, one week after he first arrived in London, that he saw him. He was standing by the fountain in a big park where Kun was taking a walk. His dark hair sat prettily over his forehead, plain white shirt tucked neatly into a pair of trousers, leather belt accentuating his tiny waist. He was playing around with a small child, helping her toss coins into the water and make wishes.

Kun didn’t realise that he had stopped in the middle of the walking trail to admire the man till someone politely asked him if he could move so that they could walk ahead. Finding the nearest bench, Kun pulled his book out of his jacket and tried to distract himself but his eyes kept wandering to the man in white. His eyes were so kind, face lighting up as he spoke to the child.

Just as Kun was about to force himself to leave, the man glanced up, catching Kun staring at him. Kun froze in his place as the man smiled at him, turning back to the child and sending her off with a wave before making his way to the bench.

“Do you spend your evenings ogling young men at the park?” The man asked, his tone light.

Kun knew he was joking but still felt the strong urge to apologise. “I’m so sorry. You just caught my eye,” he tried, even though he knew it was a terrible explanation.

“You’re nice, so I’ll let it be,” the man said, smile widening. “I’m Ten, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Kun, and pleasure’s all mine.” Ten sat down next to Kun after their introductions, and the two men quickly fell into a comfortable conversation. Ten explained that he was an elementary school teacher, explaining his skill around kids. He had tried to join the war efforts but a frail body had denied him the opportunity.

“Is it scary, being that high up in the sky?” It was late in the evening, the two men having spent hours talking about anything and everything. They had relocated to a restaurant for dinner, not wanting to let go of each other just yet.

“It’s liberating. I’ve never felt scared, just free.”

“Can I fly to Hong Kong with you when the war is over? I’m too scared to go on my own, but I really want to go there.” Ten had already told him about being born in England to Thai Chinese parents and how he had never left the country before.

“Of course, I’d love to show you around. The food is incredible there.” Kun couldn’t help but picture the two of them wandering through night markets and munching on street food, shoulders brushing as they walked through the bustling crowds.

He went home that night, unable to get Ten’s face off his mind. It was as if the man had engraved himself on the back of his eyelids, being the only thing Kun could see when he closed his eyes. He knew the way he thought about the man could get him in trouble if anyone found out, but he just couldn’t deny the feelings that raged in his heart.

Of course Hazel could tell that something had changed, and she pestered him about it whenever they were together in private. “Tell me, Kun. Is it a girl? Wait, of course it is, you wouldn’t look so lovesick otherwise. Is she pretty?” She kept throwing questions his way and he kept trying to avoid them, till one day the dam broke.

“It’s not a girl, Hazel,” he mumbled, unsure of how she would react.

“Oh, a boy, then?” Kun couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the cheeky smile on his trainer-turned-best-friend’s face. Of course she would be supportive of him.

“Yeah, and he’s really handsome. I met him at the park a few days ago,” Kun admitted.

“I know I don’t need to tell you to be careful, but I do want you to enjoy yourself while you can, Kun. If he does know, make the best of the time you two have left, if he doesn’t, at least make a friend who’ll make your days better.” Kun felt tears well up in his eyes as he pulled Hazel in for a hug. He didn’t have the words to express the gratitude he felt towards her, but he hoped she could feel it through his gestures. “Go get your man, boy.”

***

In the month leading up to the mission, Kun lived two lives everyday. One, on the training field, and one in Ten’s company. Mornings spent doing push ups and getting used to flying jets, evenings spent getting coffee or dinner at small restaurants tucked into quiet corners of the city. For someone who’d always loved daylight, Kun couldn’t wait for the sun to set, just to be able to see Ten again.

“Do you have to go back now?” Ten asked him one evening, less than two weeks before Kun had to leave. Kun couldn’t actually tell Ten his d-day for his team’s safety but he’d alluded that he’d have to leave ‘soon’. The moment he heard that, Ten had become adamant to spend as much time as they could together. Kun had a curfew to get back on the base but he’d gotten Hazel’s help to extend them by a few hours to follow Ten wherever he took him.

“I have till midnight, there’s only so much they’d loosen up,” Kun sighed, not wanting the night to end. It was just after ten thirty, meaning they only had a little more time for the day.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Ten grabbed Kun’s hand and dragged him up from the bench they were sitting at, leading them to the nearest tram station and hopping onto the right one. Kun followed quietly, enjoying the man’s company as he spoke enthusiastically about the new student in his class. They stayed till the last stop before the tram would turn back to return the way it came before they got off. The area was secluded, bordering the bustling city. It was definitely a change of landscape for Kun, only having seen the tarmac of the air field and the busy streets of the city in the preceding weeks.

They followed a narrow trail that led them up a hill, the night sky blanketing them in hues of blue and black. They didn’t have a light on hand but the shine of the moon and the neighbourhood nearby provided them with just enough visibility to make it to the peak. A lone apple tree sat there, old and dry, leaves frail, as if waiting for just the right moment to fall off. Ten sat down with his back against its bark, patting on the ground next to him as a silent request to Kun.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid. There was something very calming about being here alone, under the stars. This tree was mine, I had carved my name into its bark to make sure it would remember that this was my spot,” Ten said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I came here two days ago, for the first time in years. It was after you’d gone home, and I had felt this sinking feeling when I saw you leave. I thought coming here would make me feel better like it always did. It didn’t, and I couldn’t figure out for the longest time why I felt alone in a place that had always kept me company.”

Ten paused, turning to face Kun. Their knees brushed from how close they were sitting. Kun could feel his heart race, seeing the man’s face up close.

“It dawned upon me long after I’d left, upset at the lack of answers.” Kun held his breath, anticipating the words that would follow. “I had found something, someone else, to keep me company.”

Ten had barely gotten the words out when Kun leaned closer, his hand cautiously reaching up to cup the other man’s face. If he was wrong about this, it would absolutely doom Kun, but in that moment, it was worth the risk. He couldn’t tell who initiated it, his senses full of the feeling of Ten’s lips against his own. Kun couldn’t help the surprised sound that left him when Ten reciprocated the kiss, hesitant at first but quickly melting into something comfortable.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Ten admitted when they pulled away for air, his forehead resting against Kun’s. Their time was running out, with only a few short minutes left before they would have to return to the tram station and head home, but they savoured every moment they could spare, lips never parting for longer than the few seconds it took them to catch their breath. If their smiles were just a bit brighter on their way home, they’d blame it on the lovely weather.

***

“It’s D-5, boys. Five more days to prepare yourself for war. The mission is going to last for as long as you and our resources do, so better strap in for the long ride,” Hazel briefed them. She was already dressed in her flight suit, ready to run the squadron through offence and defence manoeuvres. While Kun wanted to concentrate, his head was still reeling from the happenings of the night prior.

They had finished dinner early as-per Ten’s request, heading to the river side to admire the late evening for a bit before Ten dragged him to his apartment. It was a small, dingy room with a little kitchenette and bath in a not so great part of town, but it was the best he could afford. Letting Kun step inside first, Ten was quick to lock the door before pushing Kun against it, his lips claiming the smooth expanse of his neck. Kun bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning as Ten ravaged his body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over his body.

They had spent all of that night making love, basking in the short lived intimacy. They both knew they were fighting against the clock but they were not going to give up. It was twenty minutes to midnight when they finally calmed down, Ten’s head nuzzled in Kun’s bare chest, hands clasped tightly together.

“I always imagine you turning into a mouse when the clock strikes midnight,” Ten muses, his tone teasing yet melancholic.

“Wouldn’t you love to see that? You’d become the most popular teacher. The kids would call you Prince Charming.” Kun stared at the clock that hung on Ten’s wall, trying to will it to slow down. It didn’t, and when there were five minutes remaining, Kun dragged himself off the bed and put his clothes back on, easing the wrinkles out with his hands. Ten didn’t move from where he sat on the bed, though his eyes followed every motion Kun made. Pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead, he bid him a quiet goodbye before finding his way out.

“Kun?” Hazel’s voice pulled Kun out of his thoughts. He looked up at her apologetically, and she just shook her head before pulling him away. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m in love, Hazel,” Kun said before he could really process the words that came out of his mouth. Noticing the worried look that crossed her face, Kun was quick to clarify, “We’re on the same page.”

“Oh Kun, I’m so sorry.” It felt odd having someone feel bad for him for having his love be reciprocated but he knew all too well what he meant. He had five days left, three of which he could spare Ten, before he’d leave. There was no certainty that he’d return, that he’d see Ten ever again.

The hours he spent with Ten shortened drastically in those last few days, their usual five hours turning to three, to two, to one. The minutes would fly by them as they tried to grasp them between themselves. It was hopeless and they both knew it.

The last time he saw Ten before his mission, they had spent their time under the apple tree, Ten carrying a knife with him to carve Kun’s name right under his own. “It’ll keep me company while I wait for you.” Kun had to muffle his tears into his pillow that night to make sure his bunkmate didn’t wake up.

***

“It was a pleasure to work with you,” Hazel said during her last briefing, the morning of their D-day. She gave Kun a tight hug, tears in her eyes, “See you on the other side.”

Once he was in the jet, his body worked on autopilot, hands moving from one side to the other, fiddling with the controls in front of him. He knew his job like the back of his hand, and he carried it out without second thought. Hours of flying blurred into mere minutes, and before he knew it, they were landing in their designated hiding spot. They would spend the night there and restock before they set off again.

Days turned to weeks and Kun spent his spare moments trying to figure out how long it would take them to run out of resources, forcing them to return. He knew it would be a stretch for him to survive till then, his fellow pilots going down one by one as the days went on. He was still hopeful as he watched their stocks deplete with every trip, the end coming closer and closer.

By the time of their last restock, their squadron of ten was down to three pilots and three jets that were barely holding together. All Kun could think of was dropping the last of the payload and returning home. He could picture Ten waiting for him by the river, his eyes flickering between the horizon and the sidewalk, counting the seconds down till Kun would show up next to him.

He flew with vigour that day, his mind on reaching the right spots at the right time, wasting not a millilitre of fuel. The moment he hit the button for the last drop, he signalled to his team that they were done, and they raced back to their home airbase, impatient to have their feet on the ground.

Hazel was waiting for them on the tarmac when they landed, having been alerted of their arrival. Kun had expected a big smile and a tight hug, but the expression on her face as he took his helmet off scared him.

“There was a bombing the day after you left,” She said, her voice apologetic, “One fell on Ten’s school. He couldn’t make it out in time.”

Kun could barely hear her words as he fell to his knees, tears pouring down his face. As much as he wanted to mourn losing Ten, a part of him knew he’d just administered the same fate to hundreds of other people. An eye for an eye, fate had asked of him. He might be on the right side of history, but it didn’t mean he could fight without getting blood on his hands.

Kun’s father wasn’t the nicest man he knew, he had beaten Kun black and blue when he was a kid for daydreaming too much, but when he funded Ten’s funeral without a single question, he hoped he’d be able to learn something from him, for himself and for Ten.

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[sherwees]

pizza pizza

cw : very corny pizza boy porn scenario, deepthroating, dumbification, a tinsy tiny bit of fluff, you could tell I had fun with this, colors and links made the fic fun in the process, hendery employee of the month, hendery monster cock, does semen and pizza go together (no? okay then.)

apart of the nct corny porn plots series!

you were hungry as hell.

your stomach caved in with every growl, the intro to that one adult swim show with that one white guy and his friends and it's just beer beer and beer. is that seriously what men only drank? it made your stomach churn, great.. now you were nauseous and hungry.

rolling over sighing, you break your back into an uncanny angle to grab your phone from the floor. you sighed in relief when it came out unblemished, it probably fell when you were having a tantrum earlier about every restaurant being closed.

only little caesars was open.

and you cried.

who wants a greasy pie with cheese and whatever topping, possibly meat in the middle of the night. it'll probably just leave you uncomfortably full and queasy. even the thought at the grease caked up around your mouth was.. ew.. there was a lone chinese restaurant open too but.. just no.

ah yes, maybe you could try going to sleep.

never mind, another fuckass chipotle ad played.

your ears perked to the sizzling and contemporary deep male voice whilst scrolling past an arby's ad, your stomach growled.. to a fucking meat sandwich. oh you were near starvation.

you called up the nearest shop, the receiver sighed before he said, “welcome to.. little caesars.. uhm, how could I help you?” he sounded bummed out but his tone made you roll on your stomach and kick your legs.

“hmmm..– he huffed at your voice– excuse me?”

“what?”

“why'd you do that?”

“do what?”

“THAT.”

he sighs, giving a full visual of the overworked male slumping his shoulders. “do.. what?” the last syllable was dragged out with tiredness.

“you fucking–you let out a dramatic exasperated sigh, attempting to mock him–at me.”

“well maybe–” he paused his objection and realized his actions based off the sudden drop of his tone. “wait.. sorry. uh, I'm just stressed–” he possibly scratched his head based off the small pause. “what do you want..?”

“uhm,” you mumbled, “do you guys still have the pineapple pizza.. urm, special after midnight offer..” it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

“we surely do!” he said weirdly sultry but playfully at the same time. for some reason, an idea popped into your mind.

“um.. what's the total?” you audibly stifled a giggle.

“um.. 7.57.” he mocked you but you didn't process it until way after you got off the phone.

“also.. can you send your hotte–”

“it's only me.” he deadpanned. your smile and giggles dropped, well damn bitch.

“oh.” you hung up and threw your phone across the bed. that was.. uh. em.. urm.. embarrassing. but now you had to wait, confront, apologize to this poor man you managed to stress out within a sentence, go to bed, probably not even eat the pizza, poke the pineapples out and feel embarrassed for the rest of your life.

you spaced out, thinking about the scenarios and possible circumstances you'll take just for him to forgive you. maybe, the second you open the door, you throw yourself into his arms.. maybe, give him a 100 dollar tip.. kiss him.. kill him, hmmmm.. singing confessions II by usher?

the 100 dollar trick will definitely work, but let's double it down to a 20 or a 10.. but first, you gotta find your wallet.

you scrambled to your kitchen to find your purse, rummaging through your lotions, vaselines, lip glosses, car and house keys and finally.. your wallet. opening it, you're met with an array of mismatched cards; victoria secret, bath and body works, marianos..? uhm anyways, your drivers license and your card!

did they take card though?

who even carries bills anymore?

the doorbell rang.

“it's pouring out here! can you open up please, I have your pizza and I really don't wanna get it wet..” his baritone yet desperate voice called from outside the door. you panicked for a bit, hands frantically searching through your papers before you sighed, trudging towards the door.

opening the door, you nearly folded inward at the most delectable man you've ever seen right in front your very eyes. he was literally drenched, his orange shirt clung to his torso; his collar bones being his most prominent feature and the extrusive trail of his abs.

you finally met eyes with him, his brown hair was dewy and besides the vivid familiar smell of pizza, you picked up the scent of rain and nature from him.

why are his eyes so big too..

his nose was really cute and perky too,

ew.. are you checking out the delivery man?!

“pizza! pizza! your double delight.. uh.. hot and ready for a bite!” hendery (you now noticed his name tag) sing-songed, swaying his figure slightly to the imaginary beat.

“here's my card!” he tsked and sighed, gripping the pizza box which you now noticed was weirdly close to his crotch.

“now, why would I take your card..?” he tilted his head with an eyebrow raise, placing one of his hands on his hip.

“because it's the way I'm pay–” hendery rolled his eyes, quite dramatically at your rebuttal and actual stupidness. who the fuck thinks that delivery drivers– especially from a cheap restaurant like little caesars would be carrying a fuckass card reader, that's more for chick fil a.

“does it look like I have a card reader?!” he said monotonous, you noticed that he said it slowly as if you were stupid or something.

oh shit.

his eyes zoned in on your curves before they trailed up to your face, “how bout this, since you're so pretty..” he looked down at the box, sucking his bottom lip before looking back up at you.

“I'll give you it for free, it's on me sweetheart..” his pearly whites flashed for a second in a chaste smile.

“wait? really?!” your stomach dropped in excitement. he reveled in your happiness, he swore your smile was the prettiest.

“they call me the employee of the month for a reason..” hendery said, leaning on the door with the pizza box still tight to his crotch. “how about I come inside, it's pouring out here..” his eyes drifted to the rain jumping off the pavement then back to you with a slight smirk.

“a gift for a gift, yeah?” without waiting for your response, he stepped in with a mischievous grin.

“well, okay then..” you muttered, making sure to keep your eyes on the strange male whilst you shuffle behind him to shut the door.

there was something keeping the box ajar. through the slit, it looked like a tip of something, uhm.. that's not his dick right?

let's hope it's a container of garlic butter.

“uhm, what's that..” the tip of your finger nudged at the foreign object poking out, he hissed at the contact. genuinely, you cannot explain how you felt in that moment. shock, confusion, maybe a bit of terror ran through your body, you tried to pull away but his calloused hand gripped your wrist.

his other hand flicked open the pizza box, was that a pineapple ring around his dick?! your jaw fucking rolled to the ground, why was it so wide, so elongated and veiny and the worst part was.. THAT SHIT WAS LEAKING ALL OVER YOUR PIZZA.

“bro, you're leaking all over my pizza! I was fucking starving!” you whined, snatching the pizza box from his hands and throwing it on the ground.

“well, if you insist..” his hand went to your waist and squeezed before lowering you to your knees slowly. “have a taste..?” his other hand rubbed his massive member leisurely, positioning his cockhead at your pouty lips. “come on now..” he took the pineapple off and threw it on the ground.

you were hesitative, but you at least have to meet him in the middle. you obliged and opened your mouth, looking up at him; you noticed the sharpness of his jaw line. goddamn, he was hot. kitty licking his salty and sweet tip, a blob of precum landed on your top lip causing you to flinch.

he giggled at that. bitchass.

the hand at the back of your hand coerced your head forward, the tang of sweat ran through your taste buds. the taste of pineapple and salt became stronger as he pushed forward and stretched your mouth past your limits, you shivered and moaned. hendery's hand wrapped around your jaw before pressing on your neck, feeling around the bulge of his hefty cock through your skin.

“you're so hungry~ hm?” he ridiculed you before pulling back a bit and slamming himself back in. “don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied.” he gripped your locks before maneuvering your head harshly on his member, using your mouth like a cock sleeve.

you gagged, choked and flailed around but he didn't let up, his tip rubbed your tonsils sore. his abdomen was flush with your nose before he pulled out, a trail of spit, phlegm and precum followed.

your face was warm with tears and spit, you looked up at him; he was smirking. hendery suddenly yanked you up and pushed you against the wall, he played with the strings of your pyjama pants. “so fucking cute,” he murmured whilst squeezed your cheeks, his hand was as big as your fucking head.

“tell me what you want, honey..”

“I want my pizz–”

“damn, you'll get your pizza soon!” hendery yelled with wide eyes, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “shit, you're like a fuckin’ baby..” his salty digit rubbed a circle on your tongue, your teeth instinctively grazed the skin of the digit before biting down on it lightly. damn, you were hungry. his free hand shoved your fluffy pants to the floor with a small thud, you winced at the contact of his clammy hand fondling your ass.

it was his turn to fall to his knees, his hands fell to your thighs to squeeze and massage them before he shoved his face inbetween your legs. his tongue spread through your folds, sucking on your clit like a baby bottle.

you moaned and writhed but still had a sense of embarrassment of the sounds that resounded off the walls. he looked up at you with those fuckass doe eyes, you nearly fumbled into a ball of nothing right there. his left moved to your ass but his right stayed at your thighs, your head spun from his doings.

he then started to become reluctant, his eyes rolled back multiple times; immersing himself in the flavors of your savory juices. to be honest, the sounds of him slurping makes you want a baja blast from taco bell.

you just don't know why either.

“fuck do you think you could take me, princess?” hendery pulled away, his mouth messy with slick and a trail of drool dripping and clinging to his chin.

pulling you out of your baja blast daydream, hendery's eyes looked eager and bigg-ER like what the fuck? was he giving you puppy eyes?!

“uhm..” you looked down at his cock, it twitched like it was waving at you. “I'll see.” you shrugged and hendery fucking SMILED. again.

oh my gosh, he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

hendery stood up, the height difference was now more intimidating now. you only had view of his neck once he came closer, you were kinda upset but lightened (and tightened) up once his bulbous tip rubbed against your damp hole. you could already tell that he was too big, his tip felt heavy..

“wait..!” you screamed before he pushed in, hendery sighed before looking down at you. his brown pupils bored into your uncertain ones, “what if you tear through my ass and create two holes like some king louis xiv shit..” he gave you another fuckass smile but this one was reassuring, you giggled unironically.

“you'll be fine!” he rolled his eyes but this time with a playful intention and kissed your forehead. after almost going into shock, he pushes himself in; you both grunt at the first contact. the smooth ridges of your pussy gripped him so well, practically milking him; hendery even looked at you to see if you noticed but your eyes were shut trying to accommodate to the monster's intrusion.

his shoulders slumped, guess he'll go easy on you. but you were so beautiful when you struggled.. hendery decided to test the waters once he sheathed at your cervix, he craned his neck to bite yours. you only whimpered and helped once he started to pick up a slow, steady pace just for you. the string in your stomach started to get tangled and soon break, you even started to tear up from the waves of ecstasy that launched throughout your body like mini sparklers.

sooner than later, he started pounding into you and everything around you felt humid.. your inner thighs were a sticky mess, it felt like your neck was being sucked by a vacuum and pricked by a toothpick and coated with hendery's slobber mixed with yours. you didn't even realize your mouth was agape, close it.

“sweetheart– holy shit!” you must've clenched around him or something, you didn't know what was what anymore. you might've even been deranged from the fucking monster cock that alternated your intestines functions and forms. “you're taking me so we-ll..” hendery's voice cracked a bit at the end. his jaw was unhinged, eyes shut until he looked down at the connection of your bodies.

hendery's cock swelled and twitched inside of you, emitting another moan from you and causing you to position your leg up higher. you literally wanted him embedded inside of you at this point.

“I think I'm gon–” you cut yourself off once that one particular thrust threw you off the edge. hendery's abdomen tensed when your walls pulsated around him in an erratic, yet unsteady rhythm. but the thing is, your high wasn't as long lived because once your post nut clarity hit you harder than that one ball during gym class in middle school.

you were fucking.. the pizza man.. in the middle of the night.

LIKE A FUCKING PORNO?

man oh man, you were in the fucking gutter, deep in it.. you felt like there was an audience of ghosts making fun of you, this was so fucking embarassing.

hendery pulled out of you with a pop, everything was black. did you go blind?! oh no, you just had your eyes shut. you opened them and gasped once you realized, the dick was so good, you thought you went blind. he started to gather himself but he snatched glances at you like he wanted to say something or do something. but you only stared at the stairs, what else did he expect?

he was only a delivery boy after all.

“deadass..” you croaked out of the blue, a lazy smile forming at the edge of your lips as you pondered on the unknown idea. hope resonated in his soul and visibly on his face when he turned around. “what if you tried the jizz pizza? the one you had your cock all over earlier..” you asked confidently and with a hint of curiosity, your foot nudged at his with a small snort.

hendery looked at the box, then looked at you with reassurance. it's not like you were daring him or holding him at gun point, it was just question. but something urged him in his heart that made him want to please you for some reason, like he needed to.

“are you serious?” he questioned, concern and something else you couldn't sense was etched in his features.

“yeah, try the jizz pizza!”

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[luvyutae]

under his spell| lee jeno

Pairing; playboy jeno x nerdy reader

WARNING; smut!

Jeno pounded into you harder as you moaned his name. You had never felt anything like this before in your life, and you were so close to cumming that you could feel it running down the inside of your thighs as he fucked you. He was so big inside of you, you couldn't believe how good it felt.

Jeno was your average playboy in school and you, you were nothing but study a freak who fell for his charms. What was supposed to be ‘tutoring jeno with math studies’ turned into ‘corrupted and fucked by THE Lee Jeno’.

He was literally fucking you so hard that your glasses fell off your face

"oh fuck! Jeno ... fuck me harder" you screamed out as you were getting closer to your first orgasm. Your legs shook from the sudden rush of pleasure and you grabbed onto him tightly.

You came all over his dick, spraying him with your juices as he continued pounding into you.

Jeno pulled out, letting his cum spill out of your pussy.

“I want more” and just like that jeno had you wrapped around his finger.

Jeno chuckled “look at you, all fuck out and breathless” he caressed your cheek. “Please jeno”

You were a begging mess. But as you wished, jeno fucked you more.

That night he fucked you until you were screaming and begging for mercy.

[kissgirly]

Study Nights, Hendery.

Gênero: slice of life/college au! smut.

Contagem de palavras: 2.3K

Esta fic contém: linguagem vulgar, dirty talk, fingering, um pouquinho de choking e creampie.

Notas da autora: eu sempre tô ressurgindo como fênix, né?kkkkk gente vocês tem que entender que preparar um comeback é difícil por isso demora tanto assim!!! (em outras palavras: tô trabalhando igual condenada e só quero descansar), mas apesar de tudo isso, trouxe o hendery mais uma vez pois sou obcecada! amo nerdola amo nerdola amo nerdola 🤓🤓🤓🤓

Sendo sincera, de primeira não tinha se atraído nem um pouquinho por Hendery.

Não que ele não seja atraente, longe disso. Mas quando seus olhares se cruzaram pela primeira vez na área comum da faculdade, jamais pensaria que em pouco tempo estivesse nessa situação. 

De primeira, apenas pediu ajuda em matérias que tinha dificuldade. Mesmo sendo de cursos diferentes, ele como veterano já sabia muito bem dos problemas que estava passando assim que entrou no seu curso. Estava perdida, mas após o favor da tutoria do Wong, conseguiu ficar ainda mais perdida… Perdida nele.

Vocês se aproximaram naturalmente, mas logo a química bateu e logo começaram a ficar. Geralmente passavam os dias quietinhos na biblioteca ou no sofá da fraternidade de Hendery. Você em principal, prestando atenção em cada mania bonita do chinês. O jeito que arrumava os óculos, que jogava os fios lisos para trás ou o quanto ficava animado falando da sessão de rpg da semana passada. Mas em todos esses momentos sempre ficava perdida nos próprios pensamentos. Nunca foi de gostar muito das mesmas coisas que ele, não por odiar, mas por não entender absolutamente nada do que ele falava. Escutava de fundo os termos de nerdola e mesmo se tentasse muito, não entendia 1% do que estava dizendo.

Na sua cabeça, só se passava uma coisinha em todo esse tempo… “Caralho, que nerd gostoso!”. E mesmo quando ele estava estudando e te explicando a matéria, conseguia ser o homem mais gostoso do planeta.

E lá você estava, deitada na cama dele. No quartinho aconchegante da república que ele dividia com seus amigos, Xiaojun e Yangyang. O plano era estudarem juntos para a semana seguinte, mas assim que pegou nos materiais disponibilizados pelo professor, você já desistiu de tão cansada que estava. Encarava fixamente o rosto do garoto mesmo nem sabendo do que ele estava falando, sorrindo abobada.

Ele escrevia algo no caderno com a caligrafia desleixada, intercalando o olhar entre você, o caderno e o notebook. Vez ou outra, arrumava o óculos de leitura que escorregava sobre o nariz, jogando os cabelos grandinhos para trás.

E você não aguentava absolutamente nada disso. Era ilegal que um homem daquele existisse, injusto que ele teria que terminar a tarefa antes de te dar uns amassos. Era o cúmulo do absurdo que esse homem não percebesse ao menos o quão cheia de tesão você está simplesmente por encarar o chinês mais do que deveria. 

Se aproximou sorrateira, esfregando o rostinho sobre as coxas do homem, os olhos amendoados encaravam os detalhes bonitos do rosto bem marcado dele, apaixonada.

— Amor..? - Logo a visão borrada focou em uma coisa só, a cara de confuso de Hendery. Que num tom de preocupação, perguntou se você estava bem. Levando a mão para seu rosto, tocando as bochechas num carinho preocupado. O polegar passeava próximo ao seu queixo e você esperta como é, já acomodou a pontinha dele dentro da boca, os lábios rodeando as juntas e a língua tocando o dígito.

Ele ergueu uma das sobrancelhas, rindo soprado enquanto lhe encarava perplexo. Segurou suas bochechas com mais força, a trazendo para perto. 

— Eu achando que você estava precisando de ajuda… Que perverso da sua parte, linda.

— Mas… Eu preciso de ajuda, poxa… — A voz saiu num miadinho de tão dengosa, mordeu levemente o polegar dele, descarada.

— Não sei como ainda fico preocupado com você agindo como uma cadela.

As palavras te pegaram brutalmente, você não pode deixar de exibir o sorrisinho de canto que sempre dá quando apronta alguma coisa. Ele permanece fitando cada cantinho do seu rosto, com a expressão marcada em deboche.

— Você gosta, né? Imunda. Uma putinha imunda, isso que você é.

Um tapa foi desferido contra a bochecha direita, tão forte que poderia sentir a pele ardendo. Mas ele sabe que mesmo sendo forte, você não iria reclamar. Nunca iria. Ele sabe mais do que ninguém como exatamente deve tratar uma vadia como você. 

As mãos grandes de Hendery deslizaram sobre tuas curvas, com certa força te puxando para perto dele. Os olhos puxados analisaram bem cada parte do teu corpo, ele era possessivo, e sabia bem que mesmo sem uma aliança do dedo, gostava de demarcar território. E logo logo seria completamente dele. 

Os lábios finos foram em direção ao seu pescoço, deixando uma trilha de beijos molhados na área sensível. Suspiros foram tirados de você sem esforço, ele sabia bem como te tratar e você em pouco tempo já estava completamente mole pra ele.

— Me diz, minha linda… Como vai conseguir estudar dessa forma? Como irá prestar atenção nas matérias se pensa tanto em mim feito uma cadela burra? 

— Eu… eu… 

As palavras lhe faltaram, um suspiro dengoso deu lugar a boquinha entreaberta que não conseguia pronunciar palavra alguma.

— Eu mal te toquei e você já está assim? Não tem vergonha, minha linda?

Se encolheu toda sobre a cama, tímida.

— Me responda, não seja patética.

— Eu sei que você gosta, Hendery. Não adianta negar… — A resposta na ponta da língua saiu como um sussurro, um risinho demarcando o cantinho dos seus lábios.

— Garota sem vergonha.

Foi tudo que disse, antes de retirar as peças de roupa que te cobriam, deixando apenas a calcinha fina com o tecido molhadinho, marcado pelo tesão. 

Os lábios afoitos do homem foram direto em direção aos teus seios, Hendery não escondia a devoção que sentia por eles. Eram magníficos aos olhos dele, tão esplêndidos que não poderiam ser apenas apreciados com a visão. Precisava tocá-los, beijá-los até ficarem marcados. Com o biquinho sensível e dolorido de tanto mamar, o que não poderia colocar na boca passou a brincar com a destra inquieta. Apertando o seio e brincando com a auréola, passando a pontinha do indicador e apertando o biquinho vez ou outra. 

Um gemido escapou dos teus lábios, as mãos agora se apoiavam nos ombros do chinês. Apertando de leve, enquanto as coxas se pressionavam uma com a outra, criando certa pressão sobre o íntimo. Até sentir a boca desesperada de Hendery descer os beijos cada vez mais, dando chupões sobre o abdômen até chegar ao monte vênus. Beijando por cima do tecido, apenas para provocá-la. Você sabia o que ele queria e ele não iria te dar nada enquanto você não pedisse. Espalhou beijos sobre o interior das coxas, encarando seu rosto com os olhos afiados e o sorriso quase maléfico.

— Você sabe o que tem que fazer, não sabe?

Ditou o chinês quase num sussurro, usando a pontinha dos dedos para tocar o íntimo, dedilhando a calcinha.

— Dery… Amor… 

— Não é assim que se pede, garota. 

O dedilhar ficou mais arteiro, intenso. Fazia quase como uma cosquinha, era tão canalha que cada pequeno movimento era extremamente certeiro. 

— Por favor, Dery… Me fode, amor…

— ‘Cê não me convenceu tanto assim não, sabia?

E com a fala, teus lábios foram tomados por um biquinho irritado. Um choramingo manhoso, estava mesmo necessitada.

— O quê eu preciso fazer, hein? Amor… não seja malvado comigo, sim? Não vê que estou encharcada pra você?

— Precisa de mais do que isso para me convencer, cadelinha. Mostra o que ‘cê sabe fazer.

Moleque atrevido pensou. Meio impaciente, empurrou o corpo dele contra o colchão de forma que nem mesmo você saberia dizer de onde vinha tanta força, o chinês riu de maneira surpresa, você não perdeu tempo em retirar a peça que ainda lhe cobria e subir no colo dele. Retirou os óculos dele, colocando sobre a mesinha de cabeceira e logo foi sentando exatamente sobre o membro, coberto pelo short Tactel que usava apenas para ficar em casa. Apoiou as mãos uma de cada lado do rosto dele, esfregando o íntimo sobre o tecido. Deixando a marquinha de excitação molhada bem ali. 

— Será mesmo que não consegue ver? Eu preciso de você, Hendery. 

O tom saiu firme, apesar da situação te deixar mais dengosa que o normal. Ia levando a destra para o próprio íntimo, mas logo foi interrompida. “Nananão…” Ditou o homem antes de levar os próprios dedos para a buceta molhada. O médio e o anelar adentraram devagarzinho, você suspirou e fechou os olhos, apoiando as mãos atrás do próprio corpo e passando a rebolar sobre os dígitos. A outra mão de Hendery pousou em sua cintura, apertando com certa força, de maneira quase possessiva. Ele metia os dedos e puxava seu corpo para mais perto.

Conseguia sentir o volume aumentando por dentro do short, praticamente salivou só de pensar em tê-lo dentro de si. Quicando contra os dígitos e deixando arfares dengosos escaparem. Sabendo muito bem dos efeitos que causaria no Wong, que de forma impaciente, afastou teu corpo apenas para abaixar o short junto com a boxer, deixando o membro escapar, saltando para fora. Um sorriso malicioso pendurou sobre os lábios de Hendery, que logo ousou pincelar a glande sobre o íntimo. Brincando antes de meter tudo lá dentro, puxando sua cintura para baixo e fixando o olhar no seu.

— Eu adoro te provocar, puta merda… — Ele sussurrou.

Você por outro lado, mal conseguia responder. Se concentrou apenas no formigamento gostoso que o pau enterrado lá dentro conseguia te fazer sentir. Rebolava devagar para se acostumar, não era tão grosso, mas em compensação era grande até demais. O que sempre te fazia ficar acabada depois de tudo. O canalzinho estreito apertava a extensão, Hendery arfava e apertava sua bunda com força. Passou a quicar sobre ele, Hendery sentia-se cada vez mais nos céus com a sensação. Mordeu os próprios lábios e tombou a cabeça para trás. Era prazeroso só de encarar as feições do chinês para cada movimento que fazia.

— Gostoso, amor? — Sussurrou, vendo o homem engolir seco e dando um sorriso. O som da pele batendo uma contra a outra ecoava sobre o quartinho. Torcia mentalmente para que nenhum colega de Hendery resolvesse voltar para casa para ouvir tamanha perversidade. 

As palavras mais sujas saiam de ambos os lábios, você por sua vez, gemendo o nome de Hendery e choramingando com os movimentos. Forçava os olhos a ficarem abertos para encarar bem as feições do chinês. Era uma verdadeira perdição, o rosto levemente rubro e as pequenas gotículas de suor que se resultam do corpo quente, os lábios rosados de tanto mordiscá-los. 

Quando achava que Dery não poderia ser mais perfeito, ele ajeita seu corpo sobre o colchão, deitada de barriga para cima. Trocando as posições e segurando suas duas pernas para cima, teus olhos já se mantinham perdidos, ora encarando o rosto dele, ora encarando apenas o teto. O baixo-ventre que queimava em tesão se aliviava conforme ele entrava no íntimo novamente. Grunhindo e descendo uma das mãos para seu pescoço, dando um leve aperto ali. Começando os movimentos de forma habilidosa, metia de forma consistente indo bem fundo. Arrancando mais gemidos sôfregos da sua parte.

“Tão quente, porra” murmurou ele, impaciente o suficiente para aumentar os movimentos gradativamente. Sendo mais agressivo que antes. Espalmava a mão sobre o bumbum, e apertava a carne entre os dedos. Encarando bem o rostinho de sua vadia favorita. 

— Cadelinha patética… — Ditou antes de levar um dos dedos ao clitóris inchadinho, onde passou a rodear o pontinho. Você revirou os olhos mais uma vez, abrindo a boca em um perfeito ‘o’. Passou a choramingar mais alto, com as pernas estremecendo e a buceta pulsando, estava perto de gozar para o homem, que socava sem dó. 

Posicionou suas pernas ao redor da cintura dele, seus braços se mantinham ao redor do pescoço. Os corpos praticamente grudados vibrando em puro tesão, sentia que ele também estava perto. Sorria travessa, apertando o homem dentro de si, sussurrando para que pudessem gozar juntos, sentirem os líquidos se misturarem de forma gostosa. 

Ele levou uma das mãos para seu rosto, alisando a bochecha com um sorriso nos lábios. Pequenos fios de cabelo grudavam na testa suada, Hendery encarava seus olhos fixamente com um sorriso calmo, puxando para um beijo lento. Para finalmente, gozarem em conjunto, com o beijo abafando os grunhidos que ambos emitiam. Ele agora era mais delicado e romântico, deixando selares molhados nos teus lábios e abraçando seu corpo. A buceta atoladinha pulsava em volta do membro, arrancando suspiros dengosos do chinês. 

— Lotada, princesa… — Sussurrou, arrancando um riso baixo da sua parte, que deitou sobre o peitoral e abraçou o corpo de volta. — Confesso que acho muito melhor do que estudar.

— Não era você o certinho, Dery? 

— Era, mas sabe como é… Preciso esfriar a cabeça às vezes, sabe?

Você revira os olhos, curvando os lábios em um sorriso largo. Relaxando completamente o corpo e finalmente descansando após uma longa noite.

— É, eu sei… Bom, eu acho que sei.

notas finais: ainda me sinto meio enferrujadaKKKKKK mas foi isso mores! delírios noturnos enquanto tento não surtar. qualquer feedback/comentário podem me mandar nas asks! kisses <3

[suzayaaa]

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𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹…

majority nct but i’ll also write for svt!

requests closed! expect slow updates!

soc med & written stories/scenarios!

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𝐒𝐕𝐓 ⋆ ★

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[fly-forever-young]

Could you do a reaction for 127 or wayv with touched starved s/o?

•~𝐍𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝟕/𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

Masterlist Navigation

• 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐢𝐥

- He is initially surprised but he understands you, asks you what he can do to make you feel better so he knows how to behave.

- He is initially quite nervous about hugging you because he is afraid it will make you uncomfortable but after a while he is much more confident and comfortable

• 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠

-Continuous cuddles sessions, he spoils you with all his affection, he is very understanding. His eyes always soften as soon as he sees you

-When you are not together he gives you his sweatshirts filled with his scent.

- "I don't know how it's possible not to give you affection"

• 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

-A part of him that he did not know he had becomes active, he becomes more protective and attentive to you

-For him it is a pleasure to give you affection and it is easy given the difference in height

- "I feel like I'm a hug bear"

• 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚

-Yuta himself is very attentive to you and he is sorry that you have suffered in the past but tries to make you laugh about

-Always try to be close to you ready to give you everything you want

- "I know you want to hug me because I'm irresistible, you can do it"

• 𝐊𝐮𝐧

-A side of him that is more protective and attentive to you is activated, he is always by your side and observes you if you are far away

-While hugging each other he whispers in your ear how special you are to him

- "You are the best person I could meet"

• 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

-His gestures of affection are delicate, it is difficult for others to notice them

-he open the bottle of water just to have a chance to touch your hands

- "I hope you never feel deprived of love with me"

• 𝐓𝐞𝐧

-It will give you all the affection you want even when you don't want it lol

-He will find a way to touch you without you noticing.

- "My Baby needs love"

• 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

-Long tight hugs, there is no need for to tell you how much you are worth to him as he shows it with his gestures.

-Every time he holds your hand, his ears turn red

• 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧

-Winwin becomes affectionate only with you, with others he is not so affectionate.

- Listens to you while you talk about your day while you cuddle while looking into your eyes.

- "I would listen to you talk for hours if we stay like this"

• 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨

- Try to understand the situation first by letting you vent

- He will give you all the attention you want and that he wants too

- "I think you need cuddles, me too also"

• 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬

-He always tries to hug or kiss you and often wonder if that's enough for you

-When he is filled with doubts, prepare for a sudden series of affection

- "Maybe I didn't give you enough affection, remedy now"

• 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤

-Mark is not usually very affectionate but as soon as he finds out that you have not received physical affection he becomes much more affectionate

-When you are alone, you lie down and cuddle, in public his arm is always around your waist.

- "You Know that for me it is really a pleasure to give you affection"

• 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧

-Xiaojun is ready to give you all the affection you want, he try to respect your limits if there are any

- Try not to miss anything, and show his love with gestures because he is afraid to say the wrong thing

• 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲

-He is very understanding and this increases the bond between you

- Try to joke about it, it tickles you often so it can both touch you and make you laugh

-"You look more lovable when you smile"

• 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

-Haechan is a very loving person himself and will be even more if you tell him that you have not received physical affection

-when he doesn't hug you he takes your hand, fixes your hair, kisses you, he wouldn't let you be alone even for a moment

- "I'll give you all the love you deserve"

• 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

-He understands the situation and does not want to make you weigh anything so he teases you a little

-He would meet you for a kiss and then turn his head

- "Okay Okay now seriously I'm not going away trust me"

[winwintea]

Blame it on my Disney Wish! WayV Series

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot, 

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true? 

TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel 

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

01. google search: wikihow to look cool in front of a girl with pictures

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

[theficblog]

PROBLEM

LIU YANGYANG

Prologue: Yangyang can get on to your nerves really quickly. What is the problem that you have with him?

Genre: Fluff + Highschool AU + Haters to lovers

Wordcount: 971

Warnings: Mild Language

You stepped out of the public bus as you thanked the driver for dropping you off at school, just like any other day. This pleasant morning twinned itself with your pleasant mood. The semester was about to end soon, leaving you excited and restless. You took firm yet happy steps to the school building. The early morning breeze swept past your long glossy hair. The chirping of birds was stirred up by the chit-chat of the students. "Today is going to be a happy day!" You cheered yourself up as you continued your little commute.

Your happiness was short-lived and your face immediately held up an irritated emotion as you rolled your eyes.

"Hi! Y/N! Good Morning!" Your classmate greeted you with his cheeky smile, getting out of his flashy, expensive black Mercedes that his dad got him for his birthday last year. His driver was probably lacking more brains than him, for he parked his car right in your way.

You reverted with a cold expression as you tried to regain the momentum. Less than a minute later, you were in your class. You were quick to mingle with the rest of your friends and catch up on the uninteresting school gossip. The class huffled and shuffled quickly back to their seats, hinting that your homeroom teacher was in.

SHIT! THIS COULD NOT BE REAL!

"The final exams are approaching, you all are aware, but still some of us need extra help and effort. Liu Yangyang, you’ve got to somehow pass the grade at least. Starting today, reach out to Y/N in case you need academic help." That were his exact words.

What appeared to be a doze of scolding to Yangyang that was quite enjoyable to witness has now turned tragic for you. Yangyang already ruined your morning and now this was more to add to your exasperated mood. God! He was annoying!

The Maths class ended without you realizing the time. You were no math geek, but it was arguably interesting to get tangled up in the brain exercises. The pen was still being held in your hands even after all the chaos, a rather common scenario during recess time.

Yangyang did not miss a minute and dragged his feet to your seat, placing himself on your table. "So you know, I need help". He started the conversation. His family was sure rich enough to get him tutored privately, but still here he was. Just as you parted your lips to decline this request of his, he came up with another point. "Mr. Choi ordered it to be done, plus, you are the Class President, Y’N." He pleaded with no look of appeal whatsoever on his face.

"Tskk, okay, now get fucking off my seat!" You yanked his hand away.

It’s not like you hated him or anything, but just that he appeared to be that very young, rich, and spoiled brat who could not bother to lift up a spoon by himself. Maybe you were just jealous that he had it easier.

-

"No! Can’t you get this in your stupid brain! You’re supposed to shift the minus sixteen to the right side of the equation and then solve for the x." You were basically yelling at him this time as you explained. This was the seventh time you were repeating the exact same problem.

"Solve for the ex? huh? That’s going to be hard for me Y/N, I’ve had unsolved issues with some of my exes, to be honest". Yangyang teased as he spun the pencil in his hands. He wore his glasses just for today, ditching his contacts. With that huge cream-coloured hoodie, he looked like the nerd he never was.

"I’ve had like four girls in the past, all of whom are now an ‘x’ to me." He carelessly added more to this unwanted piece of conversation. Hearing this broke your heart. Yeah, he sure was all rich and fun and relationships probably did not matter to him. His money could always get him anyone he wanted, anytime, but this broke your heart. Never in your life had you been more judgmental.

Your face grew more agitated as he kept on ceaselessly talking and talking about the stuff you did not want to hear about—his past love affairs. He was such an idiot for this. "Silence, you uneducated peanut!" You rebuked. His mouth was left hanging open at the view of this side of yours. You were now evidently angry, and jealous.

"That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute." The boy replied back. "Did he just say I am cute?" You thought to yourself, and it created some new sort of sensation in your stomach. You were sure you now had a one sided love-hate with him.

"The variable detaches with the remaining eight on the left side. And then these brackets, oh, there you go, x is three." Yangyang talked to himself as he finally succeeded in solving the algebra. He looked at you, who were still lost somewhere in your trail of thoughts.

"I know you have a crush on me, Y/N." He stated out of nowhere, accompanied by a subtle curve of the lips, that seemed sincere to you for the first time ever.

You smirked back at him, no, you weren’t buying it that easily. You stood up as the bell rang, indicating it was the time for you both to leave.

"God bless the one that has a crush on you!" You made your remark and turned your back.

"Is there going to be any problem with that? Yangyang’s words made you pause. You turned back again, now facing him with a direct eye contact. Thinking and reenacting the best hard-to-get girl you ever saw in the movies, hands on the waist with perfect posture.

"Yes, a problem of love!"

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blood & lust. (l.yy)

PAIRING: liu yangyang x reader GENRE: smut, horror WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SYNOPSIS: you're invited to one of the biggest halloween parties of the year. unbeknownst to you, the host's vampire costume isn't as fake as you think it is.

CONTENT WARNINGS: vampire!yangyang, horror aspects, minor character deaths (some are mentioned, others are briefly hinted at) heavy mentions of blood, blood sharing, blood drinking, biting, marking, dubcon themes (reader is unsure at first but yangyang is adamant), yangyang is mean and cocky, light breast play, breast biting, humping, unprotected sex, yangyang is kinda rough, he is fucking for his pleasure but you cum too, open ending? maybe?

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” You say with uncertainty, struggling to readjust the straps of the white swan wings that cling uncomfortably to your shoulders as you stare up at the decorated halloween mansion in sight. 

Carved pumpkins scattered amongst the front lawn, fake cobwebs and spiders wrapped around hedges and potted plants, fancy lights of dark purples and oranges illuminating the windows and the cracked cemented path that leads up to a wooden door that’s splattered with fake blood, the words ‘ENTER IF YOU DARE’ written in smudged black paint. You’re thoroughly impressed with the decor, but it does nothing to hide your hesitancy in entering this unknown house.

“The website said; ‘all are welcome’… This is a great idea!!” Ningning grins with excitement, adjusting her own black swan wings, her outfit perfectly matching yours despite having opposite colours. “Chenle sent me the link and you know how trustworthy he is”

Your face twists, “That’s questionable”

Ningning’s shoulders sag slightly, “You’re right… But he’s the only person we know that can get us into places like these, and I refuse to let us go to some shitty low quality halloween party again when we have the perfect opportunity right here! This is the real deal”

You hate how right she is. Not only is your shared friend Chenle remarkable at getting you both into some serious events, to which you’re unsure of how he’s even able to even do in the first place, but the last halloween party you had both attended was a complete disaster that ended with pathetic drunken fights and police turning up to shut the party down for people causing too much chaos.

You couldn’t blame Ningning for wanting one good night, especially on her (and yours) favourite night of the year. Halloween. As an icon once said: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. It was a tradition that you both went by, digging out your savings to buy the sluttiest outfit you could find, matching ones to be exact.

Last year you went as slutty cops and robbers and the year after that it was slutty Ghostface and Michael Myers. But this year you went as white swan and black swan, sticking to your slutty theme of short dresses and showing as much skin as possible. You, admittedly, loved the tradition.

“Okay, fine, whatever” You give in a little too easily for your liking, swayed by the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. “I’m sure I can hear the tequila shots calling out our names”

“I love you!!” Ningning squeals, smooching your cheek loudly before clasping your hand in hers to drag you up the pathway, heels scraping against the concrete.  

You’re far more impressed by the interior of the house when you step inside: another fake set of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, fake blood splattered up the walls that you’re positive would be a pain to get off of the white paint, caution tapes stuck to doors and smoke machines hiding in every corner of the room that creates a misty atmosphere. You almost want to go around and find the person that had managed to make the perfect halloween party, but with the amount of people that overcrowd this house, you’re positive you won’t be able to even find them. 

Although being absolutely astonished by the decorations, the hairs couldn’t help but stand at the back of your neck and shiver runs down your spine when you see what’s written on the opposite side of the front door. ‘NO ONE LEAVES’. It has you feeling a little unsettled, but you know that’s the whole purpose. It’s Halloween after all. 

“BOO!” A voice screams loudly in your ear above the bass of the music that thumps from the speakers, fingers digging harshly in your ribs to catch your attention. You and Ningning jump in shock, your grip on her hand tightening as you both whiz around to find the suspect and you face Chenle who is dressed head to toe in his The Nun costume you knew he was making, fake yellowy green contacts staring at you both in amusement, screeching a laugh throw fake bloodied teeth. “Oh my god, I got you both so good—”

“You’re a dick” You grumble, but the anger washes away almost in an instant when you finally get a good look at his costume, even taking a step back to get a full view and you hum, “Impressive. Another ten out of ten this year”

“What else did you expect from me?” Chenle teases, doing a little twirl in his spot before his arm curls around Ningning’s waist to pull her close to his side. His fake rubber pointed nose nudges against Ningning’s tiara and she whines, immediately putting it back into place. “Looking slutty as always, black swan”

“And what else did you expect from me?” Ningning repeats his words and Chenle smiles proudly, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek before leading you both out of the foyer and towards a door that has bats dangling from the doorframe, but once you walk through the opening, you realise you’re in the kitchen. 

Endless amount of red coloured punch bowls fill the dining table, ice cubed hands floating above the concoction, but what throws you off the most is the empty blood bags that hang off the bowls, the spouts dipping into the drink to insinuate that the alcohol is ‘made’ out of blood. Creepy, but creative. You’re impressed yet again. 

As Chenle fixes the three of you a drink, you take it upon yourself to nosely search through the pantry, on the hunt for something more of your taste. But weirdly, and much to your dismay, everything is completely bare. There’s no other beverage in sight, or food for that matter. You find it strange even though you try to convince yourself that this was supposed to be a part of their ‘Halloween Party Plans’... you still find it odd. 

“So, which one of your rich, geeky friends owns this place?” Ningning asks the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue and you turn just in time for Chenle to hand you a drink. You take it out of his hands to nurse it in your own, staring at the liquid that stains the plastic cup. 

“None of them” Chenle passes Ningning her drink next. “Belongs to a friend of a friend. He told Kun to invite as many people as possible because this is apparently his last night in town… wants to make it a night he never forgets or something like that”

“That’s not suspicious at all” You chuckle softly, trying to make a joke out of a strange situation. “How does Kun even know this person?”

“I have no idea” Chenle shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, not seeming to care about the host as he raises his cup high. “Anyway! Cheers losers!”

“Cheers!” Ningning says with enthusiasm, knocking her cup against yours and Chenle’s before downing her drink. You say your cheers with a little less enthusiasm, bringing the beverage to your lips to take a sip and you’re instantly confused at the thick consistency that slides down the back of your throat, the taste of copper overwhelming your tastebuds. 

You grimace, coughing and rubbing your neck as you struggle to swallow the punch. Chenle and Ningning seem to have the same problem as they stare at their drinks quizzically and you take this opportunity to put the cup down, refusing to drink anymore and possibly choke to death. Although it would be fitting for Halloween, dying wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do tonight. 

You’re surprised when you see Ningning and Chenle both shrug at each other before chugging down the remains of the drink, although you shouldn’t be too surprised when you know what they’re like. As long as it gets them drunk, they’ll drink anything. 

“Definitely needs more vodka” Ninging confesses, handing her cup over to Chenle who happily refills it even though he nods his head at the suggestion. 

“He’s trying to keep it as real as possible, which is why you probably can’t taste the vodka” A voice speaks up from behind and you slightly turn to see who was talking. You’re met with a black haired male who seems a little bit older than the three of you, dressed in a white silk shirt and black pants with a black cloak hanging off his shoulders, red eyeshadow blended underneath his eyes and lips shaded the same colour. 

“Kun!” Chenle greets happily, handing the drink over to Ningning before slipping through you both to throw an arm over his broad shoulders. “Guys, you remember Kun right?”

“Briefly” Ningning eyes him suspiciously even though a smile sneaks its way onto her lips. “You’re the guy that picked up Chenle from the bar we was at last weekend”

“That’s me” Kun chuckles softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m surprised you even remember that night seeming as you were too drunk to walk to your taxi”

Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”

“Aren’t you a little old to know Chenle?” You poke, arms coming up to cross over your chest as you stare at him questioningly. Chenle shoots a blank look your way, clearly unimpressed with your choice of words but all Kun does is chuckle again.

“I am. But I’ve known Chenle for quite a while… His brother and my grandfather are a part of the same company” Kun explains to you without even batting an eyelid, clamping his hand down on Chenle’s shoulder as he grins. “We’re good friends, possible upcoming CEOs—”

Ningning immediately throws up her hand to silence him, “We don’t need to hear about how rich you both are”

“Noted” Kun smiles, eyes flickering around the kitchen before they settle on Chenle. “Have you met Yangyang yet?”

“Yangyang?”

“The host. The owner of this house. He’s lurking around here somewhere… making sure everyone is having a good time” Kun’s voice trails off slightly, his eyes beginning to wander around again. Your brows furrow at that, watching him suspiciously as his face lights up, gently tugging Chenle in a certain direction out of the kitchen that has you and Ningning following closely behind. “That’s Yangyang. He’s the one that arranged this entire party”

Your eyes dart towards the person in question, seeing a blonde haired man dressed all in black with a drink in hand and a girl dressed in a nurse costume in the other, his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. The dark circles under his eyes and the pointed fangs that peek through his lips when he smiles lets you know that he’s dressed up as a vampire tonight, similar to Kun, but minus the cloak. 

You’re somewhat impressed with knowing that this is the guy that owns this incredible mansion as he seems a little young. It makes you wonder what type of person he is or what job he has to even afford a place like this, you come to a conclusion that maybe he’s in the same wealthy group as Chenle and Kun, or maybe he’s just using his parents money. 

Yangyang takes one look at the crowds that fill his humble abode before turning to the nurse hanging off his arm, dipping his head low to make eye contact with the girl as he whispers something which makes her nod slowly, allowing him to wrap his arm securely around her waist as he leads them both up the spiral staircase. 

“He wasn’t lying when he said he wants to make it a night he won’t forget” Ningning jokes and you snort, finding her comment far too funny. Chenle smiles too but Kun’s lips form in a straight line, his facial expression blank to make you unable to figure out exactly how he’s feeling which you find strange, but you don’t question it further as Ningning slips her hand in yours, dragging you through the mass of sweaty bodies to find a perfect place to dance.

Chenle tugs Kun along despite his attempts at trying to rip his wrist away from his grip, not wanting to join in on the fun but he resists after a while, allowing Chenle to sway his body back and forth as Ningning does with yours, keeping you as close to her as possible as you both happily lose yourself in the music.

“Where are you going?” Ningning shouts over the music after a few hours of dancing, lips forming into a pout as she tries to tug you back into her embrace, wanting to continue to dance with you but you shake your head, claiming how desperate you are to go relieve yourself in the bathroom. Ningning offers to come with you, wanting to stick by your side but Chenle’s already swooping in to steal her away, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs as he spins her around.

Due to Ningning being distracted, you take this opportunity to leave, muttering small apologies as you push through the crowd of people, heading up the staircase to locate the nearest bathroom, pausing in your steps every so often to stare at the portraits on the wall, admiring the unusual art of half naked bodies sprawled in different ways with a shadowed figure hovering over them, blood splattered and pouring from open wounds.

This really is the best decorated Halloween house you’ve been to. 

You’re almost out of breath as you trek up the, what seems to be, endless amount of stairs before you reach the top floor, eyeing the multiple doors to try and figure out which one could possibly lead to the bathroom and you head towards the closest one, twisting the doorknob in your grasp and pushing open the wooden door, immediately met by darkness. 

You quietly curse to yourself, stepping further into the room as you blindly reach out for the light switch, flicking the little button just as the door closes behind you, illuminating the room and granting you the access to see, but your eyes widen when you realise that this is not a bathroom… and you’re not alone in the room. 

Yangyang, you remember his name, has the nurse pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, head buried in the crevice of her neck with his hand gripping tufts of her hair, pulling so hard you’re afraid he is going to snap her neck. She remains still, blank eyes staring directly into yours, mouth slightly ajar as if she’s taking short gasps of air, trying to find her breath, but that’s not what concerns you. 

It’s the blood that’s pouring down her white nurses' outfit and dripping to the floor that does, pooling at both of their feet and creating a puddle for them to stand in. A part of you believes that this must be some sort of ‘vampire act’, that maybe he was hoping someone would walk in and capture this happening for the effect. But this seemed too realistic to you, especially with how the disgusting sounds of his mouth slurping ravishingly at her neck with low, pleasant hums. It makes you stumble back in surprise. 

Hearing the heels scrape against the floor, Yangyang retracts his head from the girl’s neck, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at you, eyes completely blacked out and you struggle to remember if he wore contacts prior to this, but your thoughts are answered when you see dark red veins slithering unhuman-like beneath his eyes as his iris turns brown and the sclera dissolves into a normal white, the black disappearing. 

Neat trick, you want to say, but the words never come, not when you’re so conflicted with what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Well… you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yangyang speaks first, the boyish grin that slips onto his face fails to ease the nerves that bubble in your stomach, all too focused on the blood that stains his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as he fully removes himself from the girl, her body thumping to the floor almost a little too lifeless for it to be apart of the ‘vampire act’ you had in mind.

Your attention darts down to her chest, praying that you’d see any type of movement that indicates she’s breathing or that she’ll hopefully raise her hand and give you the thumbs up to tell you all is well. But she doesn’t, and your blood immediately runs cold as you take a cautious step back, your hand flying behind you to try and find the handle of the door.

Yangyang snorts in amusement, shaking his head as he steps over her body. “The door locks from the outside, little swan… Unless, that is, you have a key”

The way he dips his bloody hand beneath the collar of his shirt to pull out a silver chain necklace with a key attached to it is almost taunting, and instead of the fear, it’s anger that rises inside of you as he begins to sway it back and forth, daring you to come closer and take it from his hands. 

“Enough with this fake act” You find your voice, even though you don’t believe your words so much anymore. You glance down at the body once again before meeting his eyes that are filled with excitement. “You win best Halloween costume of the year… happy?”

“Fake act?” He repeats with a laugh, tucking the necklace back into the collar of his shirt. “I wasn’t aware I was putting on a show”

You swallow thickly, “I think you’re taking your party and your costume too seriously—”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out how fake this costume truly is?” The change in his tone and facial expression is enough to have you spin around and try the door handle again, jiggling it with force in hopes that it would miraculously open without the need of a key. You hear him laugh at your failed attempts, not realising how close he is until you feel his chest press up against your back, moving your white swan wings out of the way so he could connect his mouth to your shoulder in a wet kiss. 

“Don’t touch me!” You spit, shoving him back with as much strength you can muster. Yangyang doesn’t move far, much to your dismay, maybe a few steps back but it was enough to create some distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to your shoulder, frantically wiping away the blood off of your skin with a grimace. 

“I was only kissing you” Yangyang fake pouts, reaching to stroke the white swan feathers in your hair but you whack him away once again and he grins widely, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “Are you afraid of me, little swan?”

“No”

His grin falters slightly, face hardening. “I don’t like liars”

“Give me the key” You ignore his words, opening out the palm of your hand towards him as if he’d straight up give you the key.  You’re hoping he would. “I’ll scream if you don’t”

His brow twitches upwards, “Nobody will hear you up here”

“My friends know I left” You try again. “My friends know I left and they will come looking for me if I—”

“No they won’t” Yangyang braces his hands on either side of your head, resting against the door as he leans closer to your face. Your eyes dart down to the dried up blood around his mouth before looking back up to his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of copper that emits from his breath. “They’re already stuck”

Your heart drops as you repeat with a whisper, “Stuck?”

Yangyang hums with a nod, hand coming down to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing against your jugular, putting a slight pressure that has your heart rate picking up. “No one leaves… not even you”

“Wh—”

Your words die in the back of your throat as Yangyang lurches forward, sharp teeth piercing the skin of your neck and a silent scream rips from your lips, trying your hardest to rip this animal away from you and free yourself from the pain that spreads around your neck and chest, feeling a burn surge through your veins. Your fingers pry at his shirt with voiceless pleases, head whirling at the sounds of him ripping into flesh, vision going blurry to the point you struggle to make out the details of the bedroom. 

Yangyang retracts his mouth away from your neck suddenly and your body slumps forward, too dizzy to stand straight and he captures you with ease, letting you fall slack against his chest. Your neck feels numb, but you can still sense the blood pooling out of the wound, ruining your costume of the night. 

His hand caresses the top of your head as he walks backwards from the door, leading you both to what seems to be a bed as you’re laid down against something cushiony and soft. He climbs above you, knees resting on each side of your hips and you manage to faintly make out his face through blurred vision, tears springing in your eyes at the blood that drips down his chin. Your blood. 

“You taste absolutely divine, little swan…” Yangyang compliments. “I almost don’t want to kill you”

“Please” You pathetically whisper. “Please, let me go—don’t kill me”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Yangyang chuckles, fingers dancing across your shoulders and over your wound, making you flinch at the tenderness. Something flickers in Yangyang’s eyes as they meet yours, “Do you want to have fun with me?”

“I—”

“I can make everything go away” Yangyang says to you lowly, licking at his lips and sighing in content as he swallows the blood from his mouth. “I can make you feel good too… I can make you feel good while I’m feeding off of you, doesn’t that sound better?”

“I don’t want to die” You splutter out through tears. “Please, I don’t want to die”

“You won’t die, little swan” His voice is soft, but you know deep down that he’s lying. You’re going to die tonight. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. As if he could hear your inner thoughts, Yangyang sighs softly as he brings his wrists up to his lips, pricking the skin with the edge of his fang before forcefully shoving his arm against your lips, the blood from his wrist dripping into your mouth and on your tongue. 

You try to fight back immediately, stiff limbs trying to push him away but it was no use, not when his blood was sliding down the back of your throat. You gag instantly, the taste making your face twist and turn in disgust to which Yangyang laughs at, dropping his wrist from your lips to lean over you again, eyes watching you intently.

You’re shocked at how your body suddenly seems lighter, the slight tinge of pain in your neck disappearing into almost nothing and how your vision clears up, now being fully able to see the man that’s hovering above you clearly. Your hand shakily comes up to touch your wound and you bring your hand back to inspect, surprised to see the dried blood on your fingertips. You stopped bleeding?

“What did you do?” Your question with a whisper.

Yangyang grins at this, tilting his head to the side once again. “I told you, little swan. I can make everything go away”

Incredible, you think. You slightly wonder what else he can do but you mentally slap yourself for thinking that way, not wanting to succumb into his wants and needs. He’s going to kill you. You blink as the thought repeats in your head. He’s going to kill you. There is no way out of this. You’re going to die.

“Let’s have fun” He insists, caressing your cheek softly. “It won’t hurt anymore… It’ll feel good, I promise”

“I don’t believe you” You admit, swallowing thickly. “You’re a… you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say the word and you shake your head. “It’ll hurt”

“Does this hurt?” Yangyang asks you, taking your hand in his own hand and bringing it up to his lips, opening his mouth wide to show off his precise fangs before sinking them into your palm. You wince instantly, awaiting for the pain to come but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You can feel him drinking from your wound, how his tongue laps over the holes he’s created in your skin, but you don’t feel the pain you once did when he bit into your neck. 

You watch mesmerised as he drinks from you, those dark red veins appearing under his eyes again, slithering around beneath his skin as the black pools into his eyes, completely overtaking any other colour present and you feel yourself relax into the pillows, head becoming a little too fuzzy and lightheaded, but there was no pain. The pain was gone. It felt… good. Almost too good. 

A light gasp leaves your lips as you feel Yangyang’s lower half rut against your stomach during this, harsh thrusts making the bed squeak beneath your bodies, the air knocking out of your lungs. You struggle to form a sentence as Yangyang drops your hand from his mouth, letting your arm flop to the sheets motionlessly as his fingers roam over your white dress, fingers digging into the fabric before ripping the material apart with ease.

He isn’t gentle as he pulls the ruined dress from your body and the broken swan wings from your shoulders, his mouth dropping to your breast and sinking his teeth into the flesh with a guttural moan, brows furrowing at the blood that rushes down the back of his throat. You hiss at the slight sting you feel, but it morphs into something a lot more pleasurable and bearable which makes you let our airy moans of satisfaction.

It makes you sick at how much you're enjoying being ravished by a monster, how your mind overcrowds with lust and want, something you know you shouldn't be experiencing. You should be screaming, you should be pleading for him to spare you and to let you go, to fight back with a much strength as you can must, but you can't.

His teeth retract from your breast with droplets of blood rolling down his chin, dark eyes staring at you through his blond strands of hair that hang in front of his face, lips curling into a smirk that sends a wave of fear and lust through your body, goosebumps rising to your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me, little swan” Yangyang praises, tongue swiping over the wound he’s made on your breast and teasing over your nipple. You gasp, back immediately arching into his touch. Yangyang chuckles, “Are you enjoying this?”

Your voice wavers, “No”

“Liar” Yangyang snorts, head dipping down to leave wet bloody kisses down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin before breaking the surface at your navel. A whisper of his name leaves your lips involuntarily and you swear you can feel him smirk against you, hands caressing your body as he slurps hungrily and the bulge in his pants grows against your leg, desperate to be let free and touched as he ruts.

He travels further down your body, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your panties before being torn apart, the flimsy material being carelessly thrown to the side. You’re now completely bare to him and you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, hands splayed across the bed sheets, tugging the blanket in hopes to cover yourself but the low growl that comes from Yangyang has you dropping it instantly.

Although, when you feel his fangs graze over your mound, you shriek with a frantic shake of your head, hands flying down to his hair and gripping the roots, trying to yank him away from you but Yangyang remains still, only raising his gaze to look at you quizzically.

“No” Your voice is stern. “No, not there. Please”

“It won’t hurt” He tries to tell you but you refuse to listen, shaking your head once again and you hear the deep sigh that leaves his lips. You calm down for a brief second before you see him crane his head to the side, now choosing to sink his teeth into your inner thigh instead. You mewl at the feeling, legs snapping together and closing Yangyang in between your thighs to which he laughs at, holding your thighs with an iron grip to keep himself locked in as he feeds from you.

You grunt, tears pricking your eyes at the weird sensation of his fangs tearing through skin, slurping and lapping up the blood that’s now mixing in with your arousal that leaks from your pussy. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you yearn to be touched by him, to make the ache between your legs disappear.

But instead, it’s his weight that disappears off of you and you stretch your neck to see what was going on, your heart thumping wildly in your chest at the sight of Yangyang unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants in inhuman speed, revealing his toned body to you. Although, your eyes zone in on the key that dangles from his necklace, just a small reach away.

“Don’t even think about it” His voice grumbles and his weight returns over your body, slotting himself between your legs that he rests upon his shoulders, bending you in a way that has your body burning and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to move yourself in a comfortable position but Yangyang’s already burying himself back into the crevice of your neck, biting down on the opposite side as his cock slides into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust to his size.

Gasps and moans combine with his low grunts and pleased hums, hips feverishly snapping against your own, his cock hitting all the right places at once which has you seeing stars in your eyes. Yangyang’s ruthless as he drinks from your neck, tongue hot on your skin as his cock plunges in and out of the warmth of your walls.

“You are unbelievable, little swan” Yangyang groans between slurps, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes that flutter with each harsh thrust. The cocky smile returns to his lips, “Feels good?”

You weakly nod, tears streaming down your face. “Yes”

“I like it when you tell the truth” Yangyang hums, pressing his hips further into yours to hit even deeper, chuckling at the way you moan loudly for him. His fast strokes have your head spinning and lolling to the side, drool seeping from your lips and onto the pillow, mixing in with the mess of your blood.

The knot in your stomach tightens with each sharp movement of his hips, nearing you towards your climax as he pounds into you, fingers fisting the hair on your head and tugging your neck to the side awkwardly to dive back into the wound, tongue lapping and sucking up the blood. It’s enough to have your orgasm hit you intensely.

Your legs tremble on his shoulders, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips as a moan rips from the back of your throat, back arching off of the bed.

Yangyang’s rhythm falters at the tightness of your pussy, jaw locking around your neck with a grunt as his dick pulsates, hot cum spurting around your walls, choking out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as he empties inside of you.

You both lay still for a moment, the nerves returning in your belly as you await your pending doom, wondering if Yangyang would be kind enough to let you go after everything that happened. He’s still drinking from you and the pain from earlier slowly emerges, the effect his blood had on your moments prior no longer keeping you safe from the pain and discomfort. You fidget beneath him, legs dropping limply from his shoulders as you whine at the sting, it’s enough for him to remove himself from you.

“Thank you for making this a night I won't forget, little swan” Yangyang whispers to you in your ear before climbing off of you, reaching down to grab his pants from the floor to dig his hand into the pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch that reads midnight. “Looks like fun for everyone else is just beginning… Can you hear them, little swan?”

The music cuts off abruptly and a familiar scream echoes throughout the mansion, followed by others that make your body tense up. “W-wait—”

“Shhh…” He coos at you as he crawls back above your body, licking at his lips that are smudged with your blood, droplets dribbling down his chin. Yangyang cups your face in his hands, the gesture almost seeming sweet if it wasn’t for the tight grip and the slight sting of his blunt nails digging into your skull.

The sounds of the screams outside of the door makes you feel utterly sick, trying your best not to imagine what’s happening but the smirk that Yangyang gives proves that it’s nothing but good, it’s evil. A sob blubbers past your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and Yangyang hums softly as his thumbs brush your tears away a little forcefully.

“It’s okay… It’s going to be all over soon, my little swan” His fake reassurances do nothing to calm down your nerves, already seeing through his pathetic little lies. You wish you could move to throw him off of your body but with your weakened limbs and his unbelievable strength, you know you wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.

Yangyang dips his head down to hover over yours, his lips pushing against your own in the form of a kiss that you didn’t reciprocate, yet the metallic taste of blood sits on the tip of your tongue and the nausea hits you, throat tightening with the urge to throw up. Yangyang creates a slight distance between you, still feeling his breath fan across your face and his eyes bore into yours. The grip he has on your head becomes too much to handle and a pained squeak leaves your lips, your hands slowly coming up to wrap around his wrists but it's far too late.

A loud pop rings through your ears as he forcefully twists your head to the side, darkness immediately overcrowding your vision, dipping you into complete nothingness.

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