#wu yifan x you

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairings ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, Blood

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CHAPTER ONE (3.6k)

Wong Yukhei looked out at the shimmering stars above Sha Tin District. It was a late night as he stood on his complex balcony. His elbows rested against the railing as he looked among the city lights. It was going to be a long time before he saw Sha Tin District again. He was headed to Seoul in the next few hours. Even though he was infatuated with his position and where they were seated, it didn’t fit with his satisfaction of expanding globally.

Lumidome. One of the highest-ranking mafia groups in China, or even among the top ten in the world. People didn’t understand the position of the mafia. Tested their limits and only found out when it was too late of what they were capable of. They overthrew their rivals in a matter of hours in one single night. Their leader, Yukhei, was known to be cold, stone-faced. He had a temper if someone messed with him the wrong way. A person was lucky enough to see the day light at all if they pissed him off.

“Yifan, reports?”

Yukhei’s voice was emotionless as he turned to face the older man sitting on a red velvet couch, wine glass in hand. Yifan had been with Yukhei since they were in middle school. His demeanor didn’t faze Yifan, he was used to the younger being stone faced. He had promised to follow Yukhei in all his activities. Whether they be bad or good. And he just wound up to be part of the bad.

Yifan swirled the wine in his glass before he took a sip.

“Our position here in China will remain the same. Everything will run as per usual. A jet is ready to take off whenever you seize to be ready, boss. Passing through the Korean border shouldn’t be an issue, and if we leave soon, there’s a chance we could be there before midnight.” He replied professionally. His eyes glanced at the younger’s cold expression.

Yukhei hummed in response with a small nod. He expected nothing more and nothing less from the one he trusted most. He leaned against the railing, his arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the older.

“What’s on your mind?”

Yifan set the glass down on the table in front of the sofa before he leaned back, crossing his leg over his knee.

“What we’ll do once we arrive in Korea.” Yifan replied honestly. There was no need to tell a lie to the younger one whose eyes were glued to him.

“Well, we will do exactly what we did once we arrived here.” Yukhei pushed himself off of the railing and stepped inside. “Take over and rise to power. And with you by my side, it should be easy.” He ran a hand through the others blond locks. An act that Yifan grew accustomed to over the years.

“You will be by my side, right?” He muttered. Yifan gave a soft expression to the younger.

“Always by your side.”

“Good. Because I want you to be with me when I take over the world.” Yifan hummed.

“Who is our next target?”

“Simple. Neozone.”

~~

The sun was just setting as a perfect evening ended in a small little pet shop in the center of Seoul. The glow of the sunlight and the colours of the night settling in glimmered through the store windows as Ten went around, making sure to give the pets food for the evening. With the occasional pet to the puppies and to the kittens, Ten double checked that all animals were set for the night with clean cages, and fresh food.

There weren’t many people coming in around this time, so Ten decided to start closing up shop earlier than usual. He was the only person working the shift at this little pet shop, and before closing he wanted to make sure that he got everything done before heading home for the night.

Being raised in a poor family, Ten learned to never slack off during his tasks, and at the moment he needed all the money he could earn. Ten had moved from Thailand to Seoul to pursue his dream of becoming a general surgeon. Although his mother was against it, he still left home to be taught at the finest universities in Seoul. But as a medical student, his mother didn’t send him money due to his run off, so he had to earn every last penny he could.

He needed a way to fend for himself, as well as pay tuition and rent.

Ten honestly didn’t mind at all though. Aside from his studies and the lack of friends, he needed to find a way to keep his mind occupied otherwise. Working with animals always made him forget about his worries, so he figured that this job would be the best to work as he worked away on his studies. If people at the university told him to “try harder” or “work hard”, it wouldn’t matter to him. Ten’s goal was to make his mother happy, to get her approval of his career choice.

Ever since he moved to Korea, he hadn’t made many friends at all. Perhaps it was because he was a foreigner. Or maybe because he focused too much on class and didn’t bother with socializing. Perhaps it was even because he was too focused on his studies or even his job. But in the end, it didn’t matter what he did with his time besides study and work. He had a goal to reach, and if he could reach it, it would make his world seem better.

He was just about to turn off the OPEN LED lights, when a friendly face got his attention and made him smile.

“Taemin?” At the sight of the older man, Ten opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Hey, I-sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to check and make sure that you were okay?”

“oh, thank you. I’m okay, I was just making sure that the pets had fresh clean cages and fresh food to have for the night. Come in.”

So far, Taemin was probably Ten’s only friend in Korea since he arrived. Despite seeing the older man walking home from the windows of the pet shop, or sitting outside with him during his lunch break, Ten grew fond of the olders’ presence. Seeing him and spending time with him, Ten slowly stopped seeing Taemin as a casual visit, and more like an older brother he could count on.

“What are you doing out tonight?”

“Oh, just heading down to the café shop before it closes to get a coffee. I decided to stop in and make sure you were doing well.” Taemin stated, glancing at the clock to check if the café would still be open at this hour.

“I see. I hope you get there in time and get yourself a nice warm drink! It’s getting a bit cold out during nights now.”

Taemin gave a small nod and leaned against the counter of the shop, watching the younger clean up the last little bit of the mess.

“I hope so. But I want to make sure that you get back home safe tonight. It’s not safe during dark hours around here. There are bad people out there and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Taemin announced, going to the shorter and giving him a small hug.

Ten enjoying getting these small hugs from Taemin. It made it feel as if he wasn’t as alone as he was here in Seoul. He gave him a hug back, before smiling to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m closing up shop now and I’ll head straight back to my apartment. But you be careful out there as well okay?” Ten suggested, putting the broom and dustpan away.

Taemin gave a hum in response with a nod.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be alright,” Taemin headed back to the door and smiled to the younger. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Ten gave a smile back to the older and waved.

“I’ll see you later. Bye!” Taemin gave a small wave back before he left the small little pet shop.

As Ten watched the older walk off towards the café, he realized how late it was getting. The sun was no longer visible, but the colours of the sun set still lingered among the darkening sky. He flipped off the OPEN sign lights and grabbed his bag off the counter in one swift motion.

He grabbed the keys and left the shop, saying a small goodbye to the pets for the night. Locking up, he put the keys in his bag and headed on home. Although the walk through the darkening streets didn’t help his paranoia, what Taemin said earlier started to creep into his mind further. The silence of the walk back to his apartment was eerie as he sped walked his way back.

Once he finally made it back to his apartment, he fumbled with his keys a bit before he finally got inside. Leaning back against the door of the apartment, he closed his eyes and gave out a relieved sigh. He locked the door as soon as he could and placed his bag on the counter top.

The place wasn’t much, small, and not very crowded by furniture, but it was all he needed until he finished University. He could live off of ramen noodles and cheap looking wallpapers until he was able to move into a place more suited to his style.

~~

“Damn it Haechan! Stop it, I swear you're gonna blow our cover!!”

“Geez Mark, okay okay… I was just trying to make the mood a little less stressful.” The blue haired boy pouted, crossing his arms. He was clearly upset from the olders words about the fact of his humming.

“He’s right, Hae… Boss trusted us with this mission, no one else could do the task. That’s what he said.” Jaemin spoke up, reminding him of their situation at hand.

The Dreamies. Aka – the innocent but deadly members from Korea’s largest and deadliest mafia groups, Neozone. Neozone is known as one of the world's largest and toughest mafia groups and is black listed on each police station in the globe. Dreamies were the youngest sub unit of that mafia. Unlike most teens their age, these few were reckless and a physical danger to the streets of Seoul. If you mess with their brothers, their family, they’ll make a mess of you on the side of the street. Wide and open for the world to see.

But these few do have their own restrictions from their boss. Although they were minors, they weren’t allowed to do what some of the older members were able to. No clubbing, no overdosing, and no going out past midnight unless they had Mark or Sehun with them. And most definitely. No. Killing.

“Where’s Taemin? Wasn’t he supposed to be going with us tonight?” A red-haired boy announced from the back of the car, slightly annoyed that their hyung wasn’t present.

“Jeno… He’s with boss tonight, across town. We’re merely waiting for the call-in case they need our help as backup. That’s why we gotta keep an eye out the windows.” At the mere comment, all the boys in the car turned their eyes out of the window in panic of being yelled at.

“Wait… Wait! Where’s Jisung?!” Kai practically screeched, in search around the car for their maknae.

“Relax, he’s just in the trunk.” Sehun responded unfazed.

“Oh, okay. Wait what?!”

“Cool it. He has his phone, and there isn’t much space in here for him anyways. He’s fine.” Mark stifled a laugh behind his hand before he turned his attention back to the windows.

Kai at that very moment wanted to throw hands with Sehun. But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, running a hand through his white locks.

“Okay.. fine, I guess we just wait then.”

~~

Meanwhile, in the quieter part of Seoul, Taeyong sat in the driver’s seat of his sleek black Mercedes-Benzes. His face was stoic, but his eyes glistened with hostility as he awaited the arrival of their rival.

“Boss, you usually don’t come out here… What’s the change?” Taemin and Taeyong were both sitting in the car for nearly over an hour and both men were becoming impatient. Because of Taeyong’s high rank within Neozone, he was usually never on the field. Most of the dealing jobs belonged to the Dreamies or the BLINKS. But apparently, this job was too risky and dangerous for those members to be out on the prowl.

“Somethings come up Tae. Rivals from China decided to slither their ways into the Korean borders. Someone’s gotta stay.” Taeyong stated, his voice blunt but firm, steady. But it couldn’t help Taemin’s curiosity build up in his chest.

“China?”

Taeyong tilted his head to look at the older member next to him. “Yeah. They’ve already started to wreak havoc in Lotto. Unit 127 is already there with some of our allies, defending that part of the town. These new guys most definitely didn’t come here to play nice.”

“But then why aren’t we there with 127 now?”

“Their leader wants to send us a message. I know it’s risky, but it’s better than having them enter our territory. At this point, we’re not quite sure who we’re dealing with.”

Taemin nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to push Taeyong’s boundaries any further, and especially now wasn’t a time to let their guard down. Despite being in the gang world, Taeyong being younger than him, Taemin saw Taeyong as a younger brother he didn’t get to have growing up. But while in gang speak, Taeyong was his boss.

As another 15 minutes passed the two by, finally a large black Lincoln pulled up from the depths of the darkness around them. Windows tinted all black. If it were anyone else in this position, they wouldn’t have minded the car with any suspicion. But Taeyong knew better than that. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white.

Taeyong felt something was wrong in his gut, but the moment a window rolled down and a barrel of a 22-calibre gun appeared in the window, he knew.

“Shit! It’s a tra-!”

Before the younger could even finish his sentence, the first bullet was blown out of the barrel and slammed into the windshield. Not enough to shatter it, but enough to give a message.

Taeyong became furious. He backed the vehicle up as fast as he could, as Taemin beside him loaded his gun.

“I guess that’s our message!”

“I’m calling the Dreamies!” Taemin snapped, the phone already pressed to his ear. “Sehun, get over here now! We’re on the other side of town, close to the university campus!”

As Taemin made the call, Taeyong’s knuckles were white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. He drove wickedly fast, tires screeching around every corner he whipped around. Passing through red lights, just skimming the chances of getting hit.

“Hey! That was a red light!!”

“Damn it Taemin, does it look like I care?! There are no red lights in a damn car chase!” Taeyong fumed. As they continued to speed down the streets of Seoul, going faster by the mile, so was their rival’s bullets. Closer and closer to breaking glass and popping holes in the tires. Taeyong had enough of it and was ready to hit back.

“Take the wheel.”

“What?!” Taemin shouted.

“Jesus-take the damn wheel Taemin!”

Taeyong jumped into the back seat while Taemin moved into the driver’s seat in one fell swoop. But he didn’t dare give a second to forget about his seat belt. The younger surged through the duffel bag stored away in the back seat and loaded a gun. Without a second thought, he leaned out the window, his red fiery hair flaming as fierce as the flames of rage in his eyes. He aimed and shot the driver and must’ve hit for the car swerved as they sped off, hitting a lamppost.

After a few minutes of silence and the hum of the car, Taemin finally broke the silence.

“I think… we lost them.”

“Shit! Look out!!” Neither of the members had time to react, as their rival hit their car head on, forcing the car to stop, crushed against the escalade.

When Taeyong finally deemed back to his senses, he saw three figures exit the escalade, and so he readied his gun and exited his own.

“Sup, assholes.”

“So sorry about that. You must be Taeyong. What my dearest pleasure to finally meet you! It’s such a shame we have to be on terrible terms.” A tall guy with blonde hair stated as a snake-like smile slid across his face.

“what do you want?” Taemin demanded. He stepped out of the car alongside Taeyong. Both of their barrels pointed to the tall blond.

“you’re boss.”

“And why do you want me?” Taeyong’s posture didn’t falter. His stance emanated dominance. If there was anything he valued more than his gang, it was his pride.

“how do I put this… Our leader wants to negotiate… some things with our so-called rivals, and that involves you and your gang Mr. Lee.” The blond stated.

“You’re going to have to go through me first.” Taemin loathed, taking a step forward, his entire body shaking his rage.

“So be it.”

One of the two didn’t hesitate to charge at Taemin as both of them aimed to rip each other apart. Despite Taemin’s height, his opponent was stronger and threw him against the window of the Mercedes, completely smashing it.

Going back to his own opponent, Taeyong turned around just in time to pin the taller one against the door of the Mercedes by the neck. The taller swallowed and smirked down to the shorter.

“oh, kinky.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes and pushed the man onto the ground, foot against his chest and gun aimed at his head. But before he could even pull the trigger, a sharp pain entered his torso. He groaned and dropped the gun, clutching his side which was turning crimson red. His hands clutched his shirt against a deep blade wound as he faltered down to his knees. Taeyong struggled to pull himself back to his feet but was met with stars and a rush of pain. He glanced back behind him to be met with a woman wearing a bandana.

She raised an eyebrow at him and held up a knife which was now covered in blood. She knelt down, wiping the blood off the knife on a bandana from her pocket.

“I like your eyes Mr. Taeyong. They’re beautiful…”

“Seulgri, no.” The blond stated, standing as he dusted off his pants. “Boss wants him alive.”

“I’d listen to your friend,” Taeyong wheezed. “He seems to be the smarter of the two.” Even though he was beginning to bleed out, Taeyong still found the strength to give an evil smirk.

This made Seulgri growl, as the other lady grabbed her gun and walked around the car to join sides with her.

Before either of them could lunge forward at Taeyong, a small car slammed into the three, sending them flying against the road.

“Are we late, boss?”

“Just on time, Mark.” Taeyong groaned, forcing himself up into a sitting position.

Taemin got up off the ground and touched the wound on his forehead. His hand was covered in blood before he noticed Taeyong’s injury was worse.

“oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“No Shit Sherlock!” Haechan yelled from the back of the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Sehun then spoke up, even through the situation, his expression remained the same as his voice barely faltered.

“Take the Dreamies back to the zone. Get inside and lock up the building. No one goes in and no one goes out.” Taeyong slurred, feeling himself fall in and out of consciousness. There was no way he would be able to make it to the hospital in time, and never mind being arrested once he arrives.

“but what about you? We can’t just leave you here!”

“Jaemin, there is no time! It’s fine, I know where to go now, get back to the zone and lock up!” At this point, most members forget how aggressive and demanding the soft hearted Taemin could be.

He had already lifted Taeyong. An arm around his waist, keeping Taeyong close to him. He could only think of one place to take him.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“But-“

“Now Jaemin! Go!” Jaemin knew that there wasn’t time to fight with Taemin. He smacked Mark’s arm and Mark sped off.

Taemin gave a small nod before he pulled his attention back to Taeyong, whose eyes were closed as his skin was already turning pale. “Hey no! Open your eyes!” He demanded, worried that if the younger's eyes closed, they would never open again.

Taeyong could barely open his eyes, as he mumbled, “Taemin, I’m dying. You gotta get ou-“

“No! No Taeyong! I’m not leaving you! And you’re not leaving me! You promised me!” The guilt washed over Taeyong. He did promise. Both promised to stick by each other's side through thick and thin.

Taeyong had a family, and that was too much to lose. “Fine.”

After minutes of staggering around the alleyways of Seoul, Taemin turned the corner of run-down apartment buildings. At this point, the older member was practically dragging the younger. He struggled to contain his tears through the hallway, mumbling incoherent words through his quiet sobs.

Taemin finally made it to the last door, and desperately knocked on it. Over and over again. After a brief moment of silence, the door finally opened.

“Help.” 

Notes : Welcome to my creative little mind!! I've had this story under my belt for a few years now, and I really wanted to post this because of my dear bestie @hyuuukais! I hope you guys enjoy the story, I've worked really hard on it and spent a bunch of time on it! It's my baby!! The inspiration for this was literally a collection of nct music videos and I went "oh! I wanna write a mafia story!" and well here we are! It's gonna be a long one, so jump in for the ride! If you wanna be in a taglist for this story, don't be afraid to reply and ask (18+)!

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Fury Of The Dragon. (Dragon!Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, punishment sex, humiliation, degradation, walk of shame, exhibitionism, fear kink, headshave, ultimate ownership, Dragon!Yifan. My content isn’t for everyone so read at your own risk please. You're both legal in this.

Wu Yifan was seething from rage as he sliced the throat of the last peasant bandit through one of his claws that his human hands had morphed into for combat as the rest of his body remained human. Vision filled with red as sweat and blood of all the men he had killed, it was hard for it to locate the girl standing a few steps away, shaking in her now dirty and bloody wedding gown. Sniffing the air to locate her better in the dark jungle, the man wrapped his literal claw around one of her delicate arms, tugging her towards him and placing her on  the horse.

He could just fly. But the King had very respectfully and fearfully requested him not to.

And Wu Yifan was a man of discipline, honesty, and his word.

The young lady, Y/n, his bride that had attempted to run away rather childishly in his honest opinion because no one could escape his grasp, trembled and cried, dreading the wedding and what was to come next.

Tales of how he treated traitors were terrifying.

In the span of the next few minutes, the girl's ashamed and scared parents had married her off to the man or… so it disguised itself as. Y/n could swear she had felt something much sharper and thinner against her lips -like a million fangs- when they had kissed. There was no way those were the teeth they could see guarded by his lips.

Something much more inhuman, if not sinister.

The journey to his Estate was the most nerve wracking for her. Having multiple meltdowns, constant crying and a panic attack, or two, she couldn't tell anymore, Y/n felt the carriage stop, causing a long and sharp inhale of air defensively.

But her groom didn't open the door and romantically helped her out before carrying her inside her new house bridal style. It angered Yifan to know that he was actually planning on doing that. The cliche many newly wedded husband's did which was driven by the love he felt for his now bride and wife.

The Grand General wasn't a man of much emotion, if any at all. Same went for the words he spoke. They were always careful and calculated.

Just enough to satisfy the need for communication, would it arise.

Y/n nodded respectfully at the carriage owner who had helped her inside upon the groom's order, placing her luggage besides her and respectfully bowing since she was Wu Yifan's wife. The man who was respected, feared and obeyed more than the King himself.

The one time he let his emotions consume him, and act upon them, this is what happened, huh?

"Did you really think you could get away?" The girl jumped at the ear piercingly deep voice from right beside her, making her search for the owner to see her husband standing a few feet away facing one of the many large windows that the living room walls of the mansion contained. "I could tell you were an innocent little simple girl but… are you really that stupid?"

Yifan's hands were held behind his back as he stared outside the window, form so calm a human would never be able to judge what he was feeling or what was actually coming. Streaks and droplets of blood from earlier stained his face, robes and hands. His tone was taunting and belittling.

Silence followed his words, the only noise being the grandfather clock as Y/n stared at the ground in fear and embarrassment.

Maybe. Just maybe. It wasn't really worth it.

The girl wasn't sure how much longer they stood just like that, Yifan's inhaling and exhaling gradually getting faster as he probably thought about the shame his bride brought him on the first day. To the point where steam started to escape his nose and ears.

It was when the heavy clock hit another hour that Yifan moved, and he moved so fast that Y/n’s slow human brain couldn't even decipher it before he was standing in front of her, causing her to gasp and jump back, looking at him for the very first time today with her pretty eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Ah… There are those pretty eyes~” the deep coo he let out sounded almost ingenuine due to how terrifyingly animalistic his voice had gotten. “Shining so bright and full of innocence… all for me.” A gasp left the girl when Yifan's long -maybe a bit too long- fingers slipped up her half open messy hair and wrapped it around them, tugging her beautiful face closer to his.

"After all these years of my continuous pride and victory, you, a mere human, thought I'd let you stain it and bring me shame?" Tears welled up in her already red eyes as she tried to shake her head only to receive a sharp slap right across her face with her groom's free hand. “Just because I decided you were pretty enough to carry my name and children?”

“N- No-!”

“You really are foolish enough to think I am demanding an answer and want to take it, huh?” The evil grin slipping through his lips allowed her a sight of the deadly fangs that decorated his mouth.

Y/n’s legs shook as she bit her lips and cried in fear. Everyone knew he wasn’t human. But being forced to witness it so up far and close… She didn’t deserve this.

“Bad little wives like you get punished for trying to defame their husbands.” The girl couldn’t tell if Yifan could actually walk that fast and smooth or he was floating in the air a bit above the ground as he dragged her smaller body upstairs and into the grand master bedroom that was decorated with rose petals and candles.

She could have never counted on him for romantic gestures.

"They're punished and taught their pathetic little places as well as put in them" she winced from the sharp way he spat the words at her. "Stand right here and don't you dare fucking move." The terrified bride was too weak and petrified to move anyways, too busy trying to decipher the red-ish orang of his eyes, the sharpness of his pointy canines and hands that were half transformed into claws.

Y/n almost didn't even notice when he grabbed the scissors and started cutting at her long locks up and down after ripping her veil off, causing her to let out a scream but before she could fight for herself, his hot and rough thick crimson coloured tail slapped at her hands, coiling around her helpless little weak body while squeezing it in place.

"Pathetic little humans like you start from nothing. As they deserve. They earn their rewards and promotion." The tip of his tail was in her mouth and down her throat, choking and gagging her from making any sound, being too thick for the girl to attempt anything as the man took his sweet time shedding her locks. "In case of no rewards and rights, you know they never deserved them in the first place."

Then came the straight razor. The military leader of the Kingdom took his sweet time with holding her small head in his large half hand half claws, tilting and moving her head around however he liked, licking his lips at the skin getting exposed from under the bristles of hair he had left.

"Look at yourself clear and well, THIS is all you are. My personal little slave wife meant to lay under me, take care of my residence while I am gone, stay true and loyal to me as well as carry my children. You're nothing besides that. Nothing at all..." Placing his hand on her now bald skinhead, he roughly tilted it backwards to have her look in the mirror. "... other than what I decide you are." Whispering the last words in her ear, he grinned, looking at her through the mirror, head and face hairless. "And now, you'll redeem yourself to your groom by showing the whole Kingdom just how sorry you are to their beloved Grand General."

.

"Walk." Y/n felt the cold tip of Yifan's wooden guiding stick tapping her butt as she stood at the beginning of a sort of pathway surrounded by commoners on either sides, leaving a strip in the middle for her to walk on. Her nude body was shivering in the chilly breeze, hands clenched into fists as her face burnt in pure humiliation. "Come on now, we don't have all day!" The Dragon was quick to scold, towering over everyone in around him as he firmly tapped her sitspots now.

The girl let out a strangled cry as she weakly and shakily started walking, tears streaming down her sore and red cheeks that Yifan adored even in their stained and snot smeared form, arms locked behind his back as he followed her, hawk-like eyes watching her every move. God. He sickly loved the tremble in her stature from fear induced by him and him alone.

Only he owned her. Only he could do whatever he pleased with her. She was all his.

"Tell them how sorry you are, my little wife. Be good. Come on, now." The inhuman creature cooed almost, causing a whimper to escape Y/n as the people booed her, mostly due to how afraid they were of Yifan and knew not doing what he pleased really wasn't the way to go. "Such a good little wife I have. Good girl. Just from here and back to our residence. That's all." Some of them even felt bad for the poor girl.

The Grand General behaved and talked like this was the most casual thing in the world.

.

After a while of parading her around the Kingdom making her apologise to him for running away from Wu Yifan; The Invincible -or so it seemed and he believed- and for thinking she could actually get away, he had guided her back to his estate with the use of his thin but painful strip, crimson coloured streaks decorating her ass, back and rear thighs.

"Such a good girl you've been for your husband… finally." He praised like he hadn't just put her through all that humiliation, caressing the top of her head as the main double doors of the estate were closed behind them, Yifan's rough and hot claws starting to feel and grope her smaller body all over, more blood rushing to his already hard cock.

"You better have learnt from this. Because let me assure you that this is one of your kindest punishments since it's your first day here." He could feel the shiver that ran down her spine from the fear and Yifan felt his tip leak, causing him to spin her around and push her into the wall behind her using his supernatural speed and strength, attacking Y/n's neck with kisses and hickies, caninnes tickling her skin as well as threatening to tear the fragile layer at the same time.

"Fuck… You smell so good… So delicious" the Grand General's hands hurriedly undid the extravagant robes that his body was adorning as his pointy and hot tongue caught a stream of sweat streaming down her cheek after having been released from the skin or her temples. "I just knew you were perfect one when I first laid my eyes on you, my little human."

Y/n could swear his voice had gotten much more animalistic than before, claws back to caressing and feeling her thighs as he lifted her up against the wall and in the air, leaking and swollen red tip stroking her naval. "Mmm… All mine. Only mine." Were the words the Dragon possessively chanted over and over.

Biting on her nipples and sucking at them, leaving hickies on her tits, groping her neck with his claws, prodding and teasing her vaginal opening with his hot tip whilst his tail tortured her asshole, Yifan covered her in bruises of his ownership and saliva. "Hnnng. Now you smell even better" grinning against her lips, he finally kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth which went all the way down her throat and instantly made her gag, claws groping her ass cheeks and spreading them open painfully. "You smell like… how do the girls say it?" He wondered evilly, slowly starting to forcefully sink her down his thick and veiny shaft. "Ahhh~" his features got more beast-like for a second before he regained composure, grinning. "Hubby! They say hubby and you will too."

Snickering right in her face, Yifan hungrily kissed Y/n again, licking her lips and tears. "I'd have loved to prepare my wife for me on our first day. Too bad she didn't deserve it and fell down to the rank of a slave from that of my wife." His lips curled into an evil smirk at the way she pouted and whimpered out from his words, crying and pathetically holding onto her husband's shoulders, wincing and huffing for breath.

Yifan had torn her. Of course he had.

"What? Don't like it?" Raising an eyebrow, the man toyed with one of her nipples as his thrusts sped up, nails softly digging -or as soft as they could- in her hardened nipple. "Don't worry. You will soon. And I promise you'll beg me to fill you with my children everyday." In the blink of an eye, the girl was now being fucked into the mattress of their bed. "As for now, I am going to show you my forgiveness by filling your filthy and fertile little human womb full of my hatchlings as you deserve."

[kpop-dungeon]

Fifty Shades Of Wu. (Sadist!Yifan x You)

Warning(s): Water boarding, degradation, Sadist!Yifan, anal, hair pulling, choking, blind folding, bondage. My content isn't for everyone so read at your own risk, please.

"Okay, ready?" Master's deep and stern voice rang in her ears from behind as he finished cuffing her, tugging at them to check their security as his free hand caressed one of Y/n's nude shoulders comfortingly. "See if you can snap your fingers." Butterflies filled her stomach as she felt Yifan caress her sides lovingly, waiting for her response.

"Y- Yes, Master. I c- can." Was what she meekly responded with, snapping them to assure him as she faced the bathtub full of chilly water that the girl couldn't see due to being rather firmly blindfolded. "Once is to go on, twice is to slow down, thrice or more is to stop." The man proudly smirked down at his good little slave moulded into his own perfect little playdoll.

"Good slave." Praising her one last time, he helped her lower down onto her knees, one of his huge hands naturally finding their way to her throat as the other one rested on one of her ass cheeks. "Now…" Inching his perfect lips closer to her ear, Yifan spoke. "For the last time, sure you want this?" Y/n was a rather sensitive sub with not much experience with masochism or hard bondage, and Yifan was a cautious hard Dom. "Don't overdo yourself or push your limits too much in order to please your Master. He is proud of you as you are."

A shaky breath left the girl as she could feel her cunt drip and pulsate in knees already, thighs trembling. "I- I really want to, Master. I really, really do." Biting her lip at the sensation of his lips grazing against her ear, Y/n gulped the tiny bile in her throat. "I can always call my safe word out, right? We can always stop."

The man nodded, moving away and letting go of her completely. "That we can." Biting his lip, Yifan finally allowed himself to just take in the sight before him for a few moments, feeling his arousal tighten the specific patch of his pants. "Hmmm, little slave. You look so perfect for your owner. Just like the good little play toy you are, hm?"

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the tip of his erect cock against her crack when Yifan freed it, back arching in response as her ass tried to feel it more, making a chuckle escape the man.

"So desperate for cock, aren't we?"

The girl suppressed the high pitched giggle that was threatening to escape, knowing now wasn't the time for such behavior. "Y- Yes si-" before the girl could finish, Yifan forced her head towards the tub and in the water, causing a defensive high pitched squeak to escape her as she coughed, trying to take it but her body soon started to slowly struggle, trying to fight against the restraints while her neck desperately tried to lift her head back up.

"Aw, what is it?" Yifan taunted right in the girl's ear from behind after pulling her back up by her neck, grazing his tip up and down her crack using his other hand. "Not so strong and experimental anymore, already, huh? Can't even take the first dunk, huh?!" Gripping her hair instead, the man pulled at her hair more, earning a cry out of the girl.

"N- No, Master! No! I can take it, sir! I promise! I promise, please! Please drown me and use me all you please!" That was enough for the man to smirk proudly and push her face down the water again with more force, spitting on the girl's pucker and teasing the tight rim of muscles with his cock tip, grunting and biting his lip due to how good it felt.

"That's a good fuck pet" pulling her back out, Yifan allowed her to breathe, loving how ragged her breathing pattern was. All under his control. Y/n couldn't even breathe without his permission. The thought more than satisfied him. "Look at you. Nothing but a blind, limbless little drowned rat. Spreading it's ass like the pathetic little fuck slut that it is."

His words made her pussy clench around the empty air as her core's pulsating slowly transformed into a dull ache, asshole stretching to accommodate the dominant's thick and erect tip, another wad of spit landing on his shaft as he wrapped his fist around her hair, snorting due to how her body was shivering.

"Ready?"

"Yes si- AAAAHHHHHH!" The girl's mouth fell open and back arched when Yifan pushed his cock rough and fast up her ass in one powerful thrust, dunking her head in the chilly water at the same time at the same time. Y/n struggled to take it, unable to see as she tried to breathe calmly in order to get used to his thick and hard shaft but choking on the water instead, feeling her tied up arms panic as her legs started kicking.

"Look at this worthless little fuck sleeve struggling" landing a slap on the slave's ass, Yifan pulled his hips back before ramming them back in, feeling her soft walls and grunting at how they choked his cock, grabbing her back up by the throat and holding her there in place as she panted like some animal, trying to catch her breath. "What? Chickening out already, my filthy little rat, hm? Was that all you could take, hm, you pathetic little dumb fuck pet?"

Shaking her head and blinking her covered eyes, Y/n felt herself drip even more, almost whining out due to how needy she was but knew better than to be selfish. She was nothing but a slave that deserved only what the Master decided to give her. Nothing else. "N- No, Mas-ter… M- More… p- please… A- All you want…" Her hips rolled along Yifan's thrusts, loving the difficulty she was having in breathing as he firmly held her neck, shoulders rising and falling a bit slower now.

"Good." Pushing her pretty and red face back in the water, Yifan landed harsher spanks on her ass now, making her whine into the water, loving how the skin burnt. The man knew how to treat her right and she loved it. All of it.

But her pussy. It was so desperate for more. Something. Anything.

Using the hand that wasn't choking and drowning her, Yifan further pushed her head further down in the water and feeling his hips tighten and edge closer to an orgasm when she pathetically started to fight back after a while, one of her legs repeatedly tapping against the ground before he pulled her back up, thrusting at a rapid powerful pace which caused the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo in the lush bathroom of the businessman.

"Keep behaving like this and you may earn yourself an award, my pretty little rat." His words were promising and deep in her ear as her now expanded hole started to stretch even more when Yifan started to push his balls in through the tight ring of flesh as well, the hard tip tickling her deep and high.

.

[kpoppwriter]

EXO Dom Line Headcanon: S/O Has A Sassy Attitude

@amelia-the-professional-smartass​ asked: Can I get some headcanons with the EXO dom line with an s/o who has straight attitude. Like,will talk back,sassy and basically like you can't tame this beast.

Oof I love EXO’s dom line with my whole being. I’ve stated before who I think the dom line is so I’m gonna write for who I think are the doms. (Also this is ot12 cuz I love Kris fite me)

Xiumin

☆ He’s a soft dom in public but hard behind closed doors

☆ he’ll be sweet and play along but the minute you get home

☆ he’s gonna put you in your place

☆ ;)

☆ you know ;))

Kris

☆ o O F

☆ you gotta admit he’s the same way, personality-wise

☆ there’s a lot of back and forth 

☆ but if he knows you’re being bratty

☆ watch your ass

Junmyeon

☆ he’s a soft dom

☆ fight me

☆ he’s just gonna be sweet and tell you to behave 

☆ but he can switch in an instant 

☆ if you really push his buttons

Yixing

☆ another soft dom

☆ but unlike Myeon

☆ he’s the type to stay soft with you

☆ he isn’t the most bothered with your personality tho

Kyungsoo

☆ aaaaAAAHHHHH

☆ HARDEST DOM

☆ he will stop you with a look

☆ and if you’re smart you’ll stop

☆ if not, get the ointment ;))))

[wunation]

[ 08:47 ] “yes, daddy,” you spoke obediently. “i’ll be good for you, i promise.”

there was a softness to your voice, a particular innocence yifan just couldn’t get enough of. you looked up at him with those doe eyes as he pressed the tip of his cock against your kids-swollen lips. you opened slowly and waited for him to thrust into your warm hole, never acting without instruction. that was what he loved most about you... the moment you dropped to your knees before him, you aimed to do nothing but please. he could see the eagerness in your eyes, and yet you were able to keep it together just enough to make him happy.

he pushed past your lips so slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. a low groan left his lips. those slender fingers instinctively found your hair, weaving themselves between the locks. his eyes found your own, watching them crinkle around the edges as he tugged gently. he loved watching you wince, watching you endure the slight stinging feeling in order to get him off.

“such a sweet girl,” he murmured affectionately. he used the pad of his thumb to lightly brush a stray chunk of hair from your face, keeping his view of those beautiful irises unobstructed. “my sweet girl.”

[fieldfullofbangtan]

Idol’s Dream Chapter Five

☁️ au: idol!au

☁️ chapter word count: 1.6k

☁️ chapter summary: Kris is amazed by your skills and chooses to sign you.

✎ masterlist

The floor is a beautiful white marble and the walls painted a warm light gray. On the walls were huge posters of album covers that this label had created and Kris’ face was everywhere. Jess and I walked up to the reception and this time the receptionist was a lot nicer, probably because it was a dude.

“Walk down the left hallway and into studio 1” he gestured and smiled.

I bowed my head as a thank you and we started walking down the hall. Now the walls were covered in framed discs. There were not one, not two but SEVEN platinum discs for just Kris’ album Antares it seemed like those frames just went on all the way down the hallway.

“Woah… that’s a lot of platinums…” Jess said, her mouth open out of shock. “OMG what if you get one?”

“Ok let’s calm down Jess I’m not even signed with anyone yet.”

“Yea but I can always dream…” she says and goes to touch one of the framed discs but i swat her hand away.

Studio 1 was actually all the way down the hall and behind double doors. I knock on the door and hear someone say ‘come in’. I take a deep breath and open one of them. I see Kris sitting there with a guy I presume is a producer. The studio is a lot bigger than what I expected with a huge couch, a small bar and a producing area that could fit 5 people behind it. The mixing table faces the room beside it and through the window I can see that it’s a room with soundproof panels with a mic in the middle . Kris smiles like dork when he sees us and introduces us to the other person.

“He’s been bragging about finding you all day” says the producer who I now know is called Louis.

Kris hits him in the back of the head and nervous laughs.

“Lies.” I can’t help but blush, and also become so much more nervous.

Kris starts giving us a fast introduction to the mixing table and all the gadgets. I notice he’s explaining everything very simply and kind of dumbing it down so that we can understand but little does he know I’m fairly used to some of these things. At home I have a lot of these things, but just older, cheeper, crappier versions. They have the newest and fully updated version of a producing software that alone costs 1000$. One of their music mixers alone costs like 20 000$ and they have three.

“What does this thing do?” Jess asks as she points to a knob.

Without thinking I just answer “It controls the trebles intensity”.

Kris and Louis stare at me. “Ok I didn’t even know that” Kris says.

“You know this stuff?” Louis asks and looks almost amazed.

“A little, I have a super cheap mixing board at home” I answer.

“I did not know you produced…?” Kris says still looking dumbstruck.

“Well it barely counts” I laugh, “I downloaded a producing software from pirate bay and bought the only mixing board and mic I could afford. The quality is shit but at least I know the process now.”

“You probably know more than Kris then” Louis laughs.

Kris looks offended, “AGAIN. LIES.”

I continue to tell them the little that I know until Kris asks me if I’m ready to sing.

“As ready as I can be I guess”

They ask me to pick a song to sing and then Kris shows me into the recording booth and explains how far I should stand from the mic etc.. I’m about to sing into a 9 990$ mic in front of Kris Wu

and for some reason, I all of a sudden feel like this is what I’m meant to be doing. The nervousness disappears entirely when they dim the lights in the entire studio. The music starts to play in my headphones and the clarity through these are so much better then the ones I use at home that I get shivers. At this point I’m so immersed in the song that I totally forget the situation I’m in. I just sing my heart out.

When the song fully fades out I come back to reality and open my eyes. Kris and Louis just stare at me and I can see Jess’ eyes filled with tears. Ok I was kind of hoping for a happy reaction… I hear that they start the intercom system but nobody says anything.

“Ok I get why you bragged about finding her god damn” Louis says to Kris after like 1 minute of pure silence.

“This is the first time I hear her sing, I had no idea she had a voice like that” Kris replies to him wide-eyed. I guess they forgot I could hear everything?

“I TOLD YOU SHE WAS THAT GOOD” Jess yells happily, eyes still wet.

They turn off the intercom, signal me to stay and I’m left standing there in the quiet room. I see Jess taking a step back and just observing them. I’m not sure what they are discussing but after like 7-8 years of friendship Jess and I have no issues communicating with just our faces. She gives me the “they are talking about you face” and after 20 seconds she just smiles at me. She looks like she’s about to explode over the fact that she can’t tell me what they are saying but she just gives me the two thumbs up. After a few minutes they wave me out.

“(Y/N) you have some serious talent” Kris says as he sits me down on the couch. “And we are fully committed to signing you, if this is what you want.”

The moment is so surreal I feel like I’m dreaming. But before I can say anything Jess chimes in.

“We will need to see the contract before we verbally agree to anything.” She says with her head held high and acting like a lawyer. She quickly glances at me and shrugs like a “you can thank me later”.

I laugh at her but agree because she’s right. Like always.

Kris asks Louis to go get the papers that are on his office table. A studio and an office? I guess Kris really has a big role in this record label.

“How long have you known each other?” Kris asks us.

“7 years? 8 even?” Jess looks at me for confirmation.

“Yea that sounds about right” I say.

“Huh” He says impressed, “I surprised.”

“Why’s that?” Jess asks now a little hostile.

“You two just seem very different.” Kris explains.

“We are” I answer. “I think that’s why we work so well together.”

“Yup” Jess smiles at me. “As long as we stay off politics, we are the bestest of friends.”

Kris asks question after question and seems genuinely interested in our lives.

“Ok dude what's with all the questions” Jess asks after like the 10th one.

“Oh I’m sorry…” he says realizing he might have come off a little intrusive. “I just wanted to get to you since we could be working with each other a lot from this point on.”

“I don’t mind” I assure him and flick Jess on the leg for being rude.

Right then Louis comes back with a few pieces of paper. He puts it in front of me and Jess and they start to go through the contract together with us, something YH definitely didn’t do. The contract seems a lot more secure than YH’s and I can’t help but feel it’s too good to be true. After going through everything I just have a few questions.

“It looks good, but I just need to clarify some stuff…”

“What's up?” Kris asks.

“I still want to go to uni… how’s that going to work?” I answer, afraid he’s going to make me choose.

“There are ways to solve that, but you can’t be attending a normal uni if you become famous. You can attend one if you’re still fairly anonymous but otherwise your options are probably online school.” Louis answers. “We don’t have any problems with you attending uni but the schools might.”

“Ooh ok. Well that’s good to know. And my second and last question is about this... “ I point to a section in the contract, a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

Kris reads it and chuckles, “The no dating rule? It’s for your own good.” he says.

My own good? What’s that supposed to mean?

“Look. I know it sucks but when your career takes off it’s risky to be dating. First off you don’t want your fame to be based on a relationship, secondly you’ll have a lot less free time and we want you to focus on yourself when you have time off and not somebody else.” Kris says like he read my mind.

“Wait no boyfriend or no sex? Because the latter would just be cruel.”

“Who said no sex? Just no boyfriends or serious relationships.” Kris winks.

“Ok I can deal with that.” I interrupt their playful banter.

The boys light up. “So? Are you going to sign the contract?”

I look to Jess for confirmation and she smiles and nods. I guess this is it then. I pull the papers closer to me, flip all the way to the last page and pick up the pen. Everybody’s staring at me intensely and I feel my adrenaline kicking in.

I sign the paper.

Kris takes them, stands up and reaches his hand out to me to shake my hand.

“Congratulations. You just got yourself a music career.”

[smollbaekhyun]

🌺Master list🌺

Three Things: one l two l three

Violent Delights: preview

[lunarimagines]

MOBILE MASTERLIST

I have received many requests to update my masterlist, so here it is! As of October 18, 2020...

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~ = TRIGGER WARNING

* = SEXUAL CONTENT

[REDBUBBLE]

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Kpop

+ EXO

YOU’RE THE NEW GIRL WITH A ‘BAD GIRL’ IMAGE [VERSION 1] [VERSION 2]

THEY’RE IN THE MOOD, BUT YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

THEIR GIRLFRIEND IS ANEMIC  

PLAYING WITH THEIR GIRLFRIEND’S LONG HAIR

MAKING BREAKFAST WITH YOU

JONGIN REACTION TO HIS GIRLFRIEND ALWAYS ASKING PERMISSION BEFORE INITIATING SKIN SHIP

WHAT DATING JONGIN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING SEHUN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING TAO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING LUHAN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH KAI WOULD BE LIKE

LATE NIGHT LUHAN FLUFF BLURB

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH EXO (OT12)

WOLF!CHEN

*ONLY I CAN (KYUNGSOO SMUT)

*HOW YIXING WOULD BE IN BED

*SEX WITH BAEKHYUN

WHAT DATING BAEKHYUN WOULD BE LIKE

*WHAT SEX WITH KRIS WOULD BE LIKE

*I HAVE NO REASON TO BE JEALOUS (SEHUN SMUT)

*WHAT SEX WITH JONGIN WOULD BE LIKE

WHEN YOU CONFESS TO KAI

WHEN THE MANAGERS SUGGEST HE BREAK UP WITH YOU 

*SEX WITH CHEN

*SEX WITH KYUNGSOO

*SEX WITH LUHAN

*SEX WITH SEHUN

WOLF!KAI

*SEX WITH CHANYEOL

*SEX WITH SUHO

DATING CHANYEOL

*SEX WITH TAO

*SEX WITH XIUMIN

DATING KYUNGSOO

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH CHANYEOL

YOU HAVE BENIGN ESSENTIAL TREMOR

WOLF!BAEKHYUN

THEY FIND OUT THEY’RE DOING A ROMANTIC BALLAD WITH YOU (THEIR CRUSH)

FLUFFY XIUMIN ONE SHOT 

~YOU’RE SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR WEIGHT 

CUDDLING WITH SUHO AND ACCIDENTALLY WAKING HIM UP

~YOUR SELF HARM COPING NOTEBOOK

YOU’RE DATING IN SECRET AND HE KISSES YOU (UNKNOWINGLY) IN FRONT OF CAMERAS 

JEALOUS!JONGIN

MARRIED LIFE WITH CHANYEOL

CUDDLING WITH KRIS AND SEHUN

*TOUCH IT [JONGDAE SMUT]

DATING KRIS [WU YIFAN]

HUSBAND!JONGIN

SECRETADMIRER!JONGIN

CUDDLING WITH EXO

THEIR GF HAD ADD

WHAT DATING JONGDAE WOULD BE LIKE

GROWING UP WITH JONGIN

YOUR CHILD CALLS HIM DAD

YOU THINK THEY ARE CHEATING

EXO REACTION TO SEEING YOU AGAIN AFTER YOU TWO BROKE UP

WHAT DATING TAO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING SUHO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING LAY WOULD BE LIKE

YOU FAINT IN HIS ARMS [CHANYEOL ANGST]

MARRIED LIFE WITH LUHAN

THE OVERLOOK [BAD!BOY CHANYEOL]

A-Z NSFW

[JONGDAE]

TEXTING

[JONGDAE]

+  BTS

YOU TELLING THEM ‘I LOVE YOU’

S/O TRIPPING OVER NOTHING

TYPE OF TUMBLR BLOG BTS WOULD HAVE

HEARING YOU SPEAK YOUR MOTHER LANGUAGE

LOSING SOMETHING OF THEIRS WHILE IN THE CAR

DANCING AND ACCIDENTALLY BREAKING THE T.V.

WATCHING A MOVIE WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS WHEN A SEXUAL SCENE COMES ON

WAKING YOU UP IN THE MORNING

~ FINDING SELF HARM SCARS ON YOUR BODY

MOVIE NIGHT WITH JUNGKOOK

WHAT DATING RM WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING JUNGKOOK WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING TAEHYUNG WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING YOONGI WOULD BE LIKE

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH SUGA

* VISITING NAMJOON AT THE STUDIO

BEING BEST FRIENDS (OT7)

YOU’RE AFRAID OF DOGS

YOU WATCH THEIR EVERY MOVE AT DANCE PRACTICE

YOU HATE WHEN PEOPLE TAKE PICTURES OF YOU

YOU’RE REALLY AFRAID OF BUGS

*SEX WITH JIMIN

*SEX WITH TAEHYUNG

*SEX WITH YOONGI

*SEX WITH NAMJOON

*SEX WITH JUNGKOOK

*SEX WITH JIN

*SEX WITH J-HOPE

*DO YOU WANT ME TO TEACH YOU (JIMIN SMUT)

*WATCH ME BABYGIRL [JUNGKOOK SERIES - COMPLETE] [1] [2] [3] [4] [vmin filler] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20]

WHEN I HAD YOU [JIMIN ANGST/FLUFF]

BAKING WITH JUNGKOOK

*THEIR S/O GIVING THEM A SHOW

*THIGH RIDING YOONGI

*WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY [NAMJOON SUGAR DADDY SMUT]

THEIR CRUSH/BEST FRIEND IS AFFECTIONATE WHEN SICK

~THEIR TEENAGE CHILD GETS IN THEIR FIRST CAR ACCIDENT

~THEY HAVE A DREAM WHERE YOU DIE

*I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU? [JIMIN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS SMUT]

*PHONE SEX WITH NAMJOON

THEIR S/O IS CATCALLED 

BRINGING THEIR AMERICAN S/O TO MEET THEIR PARENTS

DATING NAMJOON BUT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BTS

THEIR S/O TAKES THEM TO A HAUNTED HOUSE

BEING FRIENDS WITH JUNGKOOK AND YUGYEOM 

DANCING QUEEN [HOSEOK FLUFF]

*REACTION TO YOU SAYING “TAKE ME”

BTS THINKING THEIR S/O IS CHEATING

THEIR S/O IS A PICKY EATER

*BTS REACTION TO YOU GIVING THEM A SHOW

*YOONGI FWB

BTS REACTION TO YOU SITTING ON THEIR LAP…

~IF YOU’D LET ME [JIMIN ANGST]

YOU CUDDLING THEM IN YOUR SLEEP AND SAYING “I LOVE YOU”

*YOU’RE ON

THEIR S/O GETS A LIP PIERCING

DATING YOONGI BUT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BTS 

*YOU “FLEXING YOUR MUSCLES” 

IF SOMEBODY HAD TOLD YOU… [JUNGKOOK FLUFF]

*I WAS KIND OF HOPING THIS COULD BE YOUR PRESENT [JUNGKOOK SMUT]

BTS REACTION TO THEIR GF BRINGING THEM LUNCH

THEIR GF IS SIMILAR TO HOBI AND HAPPENS TO BE CLOSE TO HOBI

*FACE DOWN [YOONGI SMUT]

THEIR CRUSH IS DOTING/MOTHERLY

*YOU MOAN THEIR NAME DURING SEX

*YOU WANT SEX WHILE THEY’RE WORKING

*PHONE SEX WITH YOONGI

*REVERSING ROLES [YOONGI SMUT]

JEALOUS!YOONGI

BTS REACTION TO YOU HIDING YOUR SMILE WHEN YOU LAUGH

EYE ON THE TARGET (JUNGKOOK) [1] [2]

SEOKJIN AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY

BTS REACTION TO THEIR S/O CUPPING THEIR FACE AND KISSING THEM

~BTS REACTION TO THEIR FRIEND NOT BEING COMFORTABLE WITH THEIR BODY SIZE

TEXTING

[JIN] [JIMIN] [TAEHYUNG] [SUGA] [J HOPE] [RAP MONSTER] [JUNGKOOK] BESTFRIEND!JUNGKOOK HIGHSCHOOL!BTS FUCKBOY!YOONGI

SNAPS

[TAEHYUNG]

A-Z NSFW

[JUNGKOOK] [YOONGI]

+ ATEEZ

CONDITIONALLY YOURS (Seonghwa) [1]

ATEEZ REACTION TO ANOTHER MEMBER WALKING IN ON THE TWO OF YOU MAKING OUT [1] [2]

ATEEZ REACTION TO BEING JEALOUS OF ANOTHER MEMBER GETTING CLOSE TO THEIR S/O

+ INFINITE

YOU TALK ABOUT SEX

+ BOYFRIEND

THEY ALL LOVE THE SAME GIRL

ACCEPTING AN AWARD YOU

YOU THREATENING TO FIGHT THE CEO IF THEY DON’T GET A COMEBACK

VALENTINES DAY WITH KWANGMIN

*SEX WITH DONGHYUN

+ MISS A

GOING INTO TOWN WITH YOU

+ MONSTA X

THEY ACCIDENTALLY HUG YOUR SISTER INSTEAD OF YOU

*SEX WITH MINHYUK

SINGING A BALLAD WITH THEIR CRUSH

MARRIED LIFE WITH SHOWNU

REACTION TO THEIR GF AND ANOTHER MEMBER…

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH MONSTA X 

THEIR GF IS OLDER THAN THEM

ANNOYING THEIR MEMBERS BY SHOWING PDA WITH THEIR S/O

THEIR GF GIVES THEM A MASSAGE FOR THE FIRST TIME

*RETURN THE FAVOR [KIHYUN SMUT]

DATING IN SECRET WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY KISSES YOU IN FRONT OF CAMERAS

*YOU SAY THEY HAVE A SMALL DICK DURING A FIGHT

WHAT DATING IM WOULD BE LIKE

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

*HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HADN’T... [KIHYUN SMUT]

YOU HUG THEM FROM BEHIND AND ACCIDENTALLY GRAB THEIR CROTCH

MARRIED LIFE WITH JOOHEON

*SEX WITH IM

MARRIED LIFE WITH IM

*SEX WITH HYUNGWON

*SEX WITH KIHYUN

*SEX WITH JOOHEON

*SEX WITH SHOWNU

*SEX WITH WONHO

MONSTA X REACTION TO THEIR S/O HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK

*THIGH RIDING MONSTA X

+ GOT7

*SEX WITH JACKSON

*SEX WITH JUNIOR

*SEX WITH MARK

*SEX WITH JAEBUM

YOU WEAR THEIR SWEATER, YELL “KISS ME”, THEN RUN AWAY

*SEX WITH YUGYEOM 

LIVING WITH BESTFRIEND!JACKSON

THEIR GF HAS SWEATER PAWS

GOT7 AS FATHERS 

BEING FRIENDS WITH JUNGKOOK AND YUGYEOM 

*THEIR GF KNOWS HOW TO DEEPTHROAT

YUGYEOM DATING AN OLDER WOMAN

YOU’RE DATING MARK AND THE OTHER MEMBERS ARE JEALOUS

*SINCERELY, YOUR NEW FWB [YUGYEOM SMUT]

*REACTION TO THEIR GF WANTING TO BE SPANKED

JACKSON HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU

*I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY” [JAEBUM SMUT]

*SEX WITH YOUNGJAE

YOU’RE SICK BUT DON’T WANT TO WORRY THEM SO YOU KEEP IT A SECRET

DATING JAEBUM AND BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH GOT7

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH GOT7

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

*SEX WITH BAMBAM

TEXTS

BESTFRIEND!JACKSON

SNAPS

[JINYOUNG]

+ C-CLOWN (DISBANDED)

*SEX WITH ROME

DATING CHRISTIAN YU [ROME]

+RED VELVET

YOU CALL THEM YOUR BEST FRIEND

*AN OVERWHELMING FEELING [IRENE SMUT]

+ INFINITE 

*SEX WITH MYUNGSOO

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

+ IKON

*SEX WITH HANBIN

*SEX WITH DONGHYUK

“I DIDN’T LOVE YOU” [DONGHYUK FLUFF]

*SEX WITH JUNHOE 

*SEX WITH BOBBY

+ NCT

SOULMATE!MARK

WHAT DATING LUCAS WOULD BE LIKE

STUDY DATE WITH JUNGWOO

NCT 127 + JENO REACTION TO THEIR S/O BEING 160CM

EXCUSES, EXCUSES [HAECHAN FLUFF]

NCT DREAM REACTION TO THEIR GF BEING 165-170CM TALL

~NCT DREAM REACTION TO THEIR GF BECOMING DEPRESSED BECAUSE HER PARENTS ARE GOING THROUGH A DIVORCE

TEN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION

WHAT DATING MARK WOULD BE LIKE

DATING TAEYONG

DATING JOHNNY (NCT)

FAKE TEXTS

BESTFRIEND -> BOYFRIEND MARK

WISHING MARK A HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[DONGHYUCK]

TWO WRONGS MAKE… A COUPLE? [Prince!Renjun] [1] [2]

+ F(X)

THEIR S/O HAS FIBROMYALGIA 

*SEX WITH AMBER

+ BLACKPINK

BARISTA!ROSÉ

WHAT DATING LISA WOULD BE LIKE

YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ROSÉ

+ BLOCK B

*SEX WITH PARK KYUNG

+ DAY6

*TENDER LOVE AND AFTERCARE [BRIAN/YOUNG K SMUT]

DATING DOWOON

+ PENTAGON

WHAT DATING WOOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE

+ SHINee [NO LONGER WRITING FOR]

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH MINHO

LIVING WITH BESTFRIEND!KIBUM

SECRETLY DATING WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY KISS YOU IN FRONT OF CAMERAS 

SINGING A ROMANTIC BALLAD WITH THEIR CRUSH

THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME IDOL

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH SHINee

THEIR REACTION TO YOU CRYING

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH TAEMIN

GROWING UP WITH TAEMIN

YOUR CHILD CALLS HIM DAD

+ TWICE

*WHAT DATING JIHYO WOULD BE LIKE

FIRST KISSES WITH TWICE

STUCK IN TRAFFIC WITH TWICE

*SEX WITH MINA (TWICE)

+ GIRLS GENERATION [SNSD]

DATING TIFFANY

THEY FIND A GUY NAKED BY ACCIDENT

THEY FIND TAENY KISSING ROMANTICALLY

SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH THEIR SECRET GIRLFRIEND

THEIR BEST FRIEND IS HEARTBROKEN OVER A BOY

+ MAMAMOO

THEY ARE JEALOUS 

AND THEN… [MOONBYUL SMUT] [2]

+ SEVENTEEN

YOU’RE A TRAINEE UNDER PLEDIS

SUCK IT UP [JUN ANGST/FLUFF]

“IT’S TIME” [CHAN FLUFF]

*SEX WITH MINGYU

+ VIXX

THEIR GF HAS WAVY/CURLY HAIR

TELLING THEM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

+ ASTRO 

REACTION TO YOU SQUISHING THEIR CHEEKS

SNAPS

SANHA X CUTE

+ 2NE1

YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON CL

+ SISTAR

BEING YOUR BEST FRIEND IN SCHOOL

+ X1

GOING THROUGH A HAUNTED HOUSE WITH BF!HANGYUL

T.V. SERIES:

TWD

TELLING CARL YOU LOVE HIM

TEEN WOLF

SCOTT MCCALL

UNDERCOVER IDIOTS [PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

DEREK HALE 

INDISCREET JEALOUSY

COME ON CINDERELLA

*SOLID ALIBI

I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS

DON’T DRINK THE ORANGE JUICE

THE MURDER OF THE BETRAYER [PART 1] [PART 2]

ISAAC LAHEY

I HAPPEN TO LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU

I’LL TAKE THAT CHANCE

STILES STILINSKI 

VALENTINE’S DAY

PRANK WAR

TVD

DAMAN SALVATORE

VICTORIAN ERA ROMANCE

~FINDING OUT ABOUT YOUR ANOREXIA

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN 

HUNTING HAS ITS PERKS

PROPOSING TO YOU

BLUSH

BANDS:

5SOS

BLURBS:

ASHTON IRWIN 

FRATBOY! ASHTON

CALUM HOOD 

ROUND TWO

MICHAEL CLIFFORD 

LATE NIGHT

BIRTHDAY AU MEME (AKA MY VERY FIRST IMAGINE EVER ON THIS BLOG)

LUKE HEMMINGS 

WHAT DATING LUKE WOULD BE LIKE

IMAGINES:

CALUM HOOD 

*SAVING WATER

4/4

HE FINDS OUT YOU’RE REALLY TICKLISH

1D

HARRY STYLES 

I’LL BE THOR

MOVIES:

THE OUTSIDERS

SODAPOP

~SODAPOP FINDING OUT ABOUT YOUR DEPRESSION

THE AVENGERS

THOR

BEING ABLE TO LIFT THOR’S HAMMER

YOUTUBE

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH DAN AND PHIL

[itstheoneshot]

Tutor

request

Summary: You'd do absolutely anything to make sure you don't fail English class... anything.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Kris Wu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex.

You lift your gaze as your name is called out in front of the class by your teacher, you know exactly where this is going, but you're still not prepared for the harshness of her words.

"You failed, again. How long is it going to take you to learn English?" She asks.

You can barely understand her, she talks so fast you can hardly keep up. Having to take English as a second language is exhausting, you would do anything to get out of this class, but unfortunately you're not able to if you want to get your degree.

"I'm sorry, professor." You mumble, stuttering over the few words in English that you're actually confident in.

You feel a blush run to your cheeks, you're flustered after being told off, embarrassed that now the whole class is aware that you're failing.

"Why can't you be more like Yifan? He scored 100% on this test." Your teacher asks, her tone exasperated as she points across the room to the other student.

You look over at Yifan, as he stares back at you. He seems uncomfortable too, to have been used as the example of how you should have performed, he grimaces as your teacher continues her spiel.

"I wasn't lucky enough to get to live in Canada, professor." You say, sarcasm drenching your words.

Yifan laughs at this, but with a pointed look from your teacher, he quietens, though you can still hear him snickering. You wipe the smile off your face, as you know that your teacher didn't find what you said funny at all.

"You need to do better, or you'll be repeating next year. This is your final warning." She says.

You nod, though you don't reply, just wanting to sink into your seat and disappear. You stare down at your notebook in front of you, analysing the work, not understanding a single fucking word of it. You quietly sit through the rest of the class, furiously copying down notes from the whiteboard, though you truly only can read not even half of it.

"This essay is worth 50% of your grade. You all need to do well to pass." Your teacher says.

Class is soon dismissed, and you gather your books together to leave. You keep your head down as you walk out of the room, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, too embarrassed about today. All you want to do is go home, as you make your way down the hall, in the direction of the exit.

You make it all the way to your car before you realise you have been followed, you turn on your heel to come face to face with your classmate, your friend, Wu Yifan, you're not super close, but you still know each other well.

"You walked so fast." Yifan complains.

You laugh at this, making a pointed look at his too-long legs, he is always the fastest walker, out of everyone you know, so surely keeping up with you wouldn't really have been a problem.

"I have to go home to study." You reply.

"That's why I wanted to speak to you." He says.

"Why?" You ask.

You try not to overthink, though from the hit your self-esteem took today, you fear the worst, you fear that Yifan is going to make you feel bad for failing. He is so much better at English than you, hell, he's better than you at every class you're in.

"I was wondering whether you'd like me to help you?" He asks.

"Like... tutoring?" You ask him.

Yifan nods eagerly, almost making you laugh at how excited he is at the idea. You raise a brow at him, you feel like there has to be some kind of catch here. Though you don't question it for long, you desperately need to pass this class, and after not understanding the essay question at all, and knowing that it is worth so much of your marks, you'll take any help you can get.

"Okay, thank you." You say.

Yifan smiles at you, shaking his head.

"No need to thank me, I want you to graduate too." He replies.

You nod solemnly, not holding onto hope, you feel so fucking stupid, you just wish you could do better, be better.

"Do you want to come to my place to study?" Yifan asks.

"I'll follow behind you." You say, gesturing to your car.

Yifan reaches out to you, grazing your cheek gently with his fingertips before turning to walk to his car. You shake off the shivers that his touch gave you, before stepping into your own car, and following him as he drives in the direction of his house. You've been there before, Yifan often holds parties, but you've never been there alone.

———

You pull up out the front, just as Yifan gets out of his car. He jogs down the driveway to meet you, he takes your books out of your hands, and rests his arm over your shoulder to guide you inside. It is cold out, and you appreciate the warmth, leaning into him as you walk through the front door.

"You live alone?" You ask him.

The only time you've ever been here, you've been intoxicated. You had assumed, like the other college kids in the area, that he either lived with his mother, or lived with friends. Though the house is empty, and from what you can see, there are no other signs of life, so little possessions, barely enough to sustain just one person.

"I do. My mother stays with me sometimes, when she has time off work, but otherwise, it's just me." He replies.

"Isn't that lonely?" You ask.

"It's not so bad. I'm used to it, I like the privacy." He says.

You notice Yifan's arm still around you, and feel a blush run to your cheeks as he does too, before letting you go.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

You struggle to reply, unsure of what to say, you know that Yifan meant nothing by having his arm over your shoulder, but the skinship has you confused, feeling strange, and overwhelmed. You feel tiny next to him, as he leads you over to the dining table, placing your books down on it, and then pulling out a chair for you to sit in.

"Thank you." You say.

Yifan sits next to you, and you flip though your book to the page your essay question is written on. To you it just looks like jumbled letters, your handwriting is not neat, English is so complex to you, compared to your native Mandarin. You feel exasperated, prepared to bawl your eyes out at any moment.

"It's too hard." You complain.

You gasp, as Yifan reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear. He turns your cheek to face him, and gives you a reassuring smile.

"English only." He says.

"Okay..." You sigh.

Yifan begins to explain to you the concept of the essay, and as he continues, you find yourself zoning in and out, constantly asking him to repeat himself, as every second word feels like complete gibberish. Every minute gets harder, you feel your train of thought slipping, but you need to do this fucking essay.

"I can't do this." You say, your English is slow.

"Yes, you can, you are so much better than you think. You just need more practice." He encourages you.

You shake your head, unable to form the words in English to portray how badly you feel that you are doing. You've barely written a paragraph, and you feel like Yifan has written every second word for you. His hand rests on yours, holding the pen, and you feel that stupid blush run to your cheeks again.

"I'm just so fucking stupid." You whine.

You let your pen go, dropping it on the table, and lean your head back, staring up at the ceiling. You feel as if there is no way you can get this work done in time, you feel anxiety begin to course through your veins, only being grounded by the man next to you, who is absentmindedly holding your hand still.

"You're shaking..." He whispers.

You don't respond, as it takes you a moment to understand the English words, though when you do, you sit up straight again, and turn to face Yifan.

"Should we take a break?" He asks.

"Please." You reply.

"We still have to speak English, though." He says.

You sigh again, trying to think of the right words to say, but at this point your head is so cloudy you can't even think straight. Yifan's hand is still holding yours, and you can't help the way that it makes you feel. Giddy, confused, overwhelmed, you're not really sure what you're feeling anymore.

"Can you write my essay for me?" You ask.

"I can't do that, you have the ability to do it yourself." Yifan laughs, shaking his head, "But I can definitely help you learn."

"How?" You ask him.

"Come, just walk with me." He says, standing up.

He pulls you to stand with him, and leads you around his house. He points to different things, photos, furniture, rooms, asking you to name them all. You find this surprisingly easy, though he guides you for some things, but you find yourself growing suspicious as his grip on your hand gets tighter, and as you realise there is only one room that you haven't been in yet.

"Your bedroom." You say.

"Good girl." He replies, his tone lower than before.

You stare at him for only a moment, before he surprises you, leaning in to press his lips to yours. At first you are unsure how to respond, but as he moves his hands to your waist, you find yourself complying. He's tall, handsome, and apparently into you? You never would have guessed it, but of course your self-esteem is so low you had assumed that nobody would be into you.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, as you find your anxiety melting away. The breaths between kisses are too long, you don't want to think about your essay anymore, you just want... him.

"It, umm, it is more than okay." You reply, struggling to find the English words but getting there again.

Yifan hums in response, kissing you again, this time with more force. You hold tight to him, as he effortlessly lifts you off the ground, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He grips tight to your ass as he carries you over to the bed.

"I can help you write your essay." He says between kisses, laying you down, hovering over your body.

"But why?" You ask, confused and intrigued by the change of pace.

Yifan doesn't respond, instead tracing his fingers down your front, finding position at the hem of your shirt to pull it up over your head. Your breasts are spilling out over the top of your bra, and Yifan takes a hand to your chest, palming the flesh, sighing in content and want.

"Fuck, you're so fucking pretty." He purrs.

He stops for a moment to tear his own t-shirt off, shit, you've never seen him shirtless before. Broad-shouldered, defined muscles, god damn he is breathtaking. You forget what you're even here for, the essay means nothing now you are underneath the hottest man you know.

Clothes are stripped off, one by one, until you are both naked, Yifan has his cock in his hand, stroking himself while kissing you, teasing your clit with the head, staring deep into your eyes.

"What's the English word for this?" He asks with a smirk.

"Your cock." You reply, rolling your eyes at him, still wanting to teach you English even now.

"Clever girl..." He starts, "And what would you like me to do with it?"

You're almost ashamed to know the words you are about to say, sure, you might be failing English at school, hence even being here with Yifan in the first place, but these words you know.

"Fuck me, Yifan." You breathe.

"Good girl." He says.

He takes his hand away from his cock, and to your core instead. He warms you up slowly, from one, to two, to three fingers. You can barely contain yourself, your back is arched as he prepares you for him, and shit, you really are going to need preparation.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes." You reply.

Yifan slowly teases your entrance, and then inch by inch, pushes through to bottom out inside you. You hiss through the initial painful stretch, as Yifan slowly pulls out, only to thrust back in again. You hook a leg over his hip, begging him deeper inside you.

"Look at you, baby, you're so strong, taking all of me." He praises.

"Feels... so good." You moan.

Yifan leans back so he can admire you as he fucks you, you're overwhelmed as each thrust hits you in just the right spot. As Yifan comes closer to kiss you again, you dig your fingernails into his back, dragging them down the skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

Yifan moans into your mouth, enamoured by the way you clench around him every time he hits your sweet spot. You lean up to kiss him, and he slips his hands under you, before rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You sit up, with his cock still deep inside you, and Yifan helps you as you ride him.

Grinding down every time you lower yourself, you feel each second that you're closer to release. Yifan can sense it, with the way you can barely make a sound.

"Tell me what you want." He says.

"I want—” You start, without releasing you had dropped back into your native tongue.

"In English." He orders.

You try and focus, though you can barely remember a single word in Mandarin, let alone English. You need Yifan to guide you, just like he is guiding you on his cock, you need more.

"I want to... I don't know the word." You say.

Yifan pulls you down to kiss him, and begins to thrust in from under you. You begin to unravel, each second feels like a hundred years, as you try to resist, but you can't keep it in anymore.

"Cum, baby. Cum for me." He says.

With the new word in your vocabulary, though definitely not one you can use in your essay, you finally feel your orgasm come to peak. Yifan holds your legs still, stopping their shaking as he fucks you through your high, though just as you begin to be able to think straight again, as you descend from your peak, Yifan pulls out just in time to release all over his stomach. You roll onto your side next to him as he strokes himself, and you take a hand to his cock too, to help him finish.

"Shit, that was... amazing." You sigh.

"You were amazing." He says.

"No! What I am, is going to fail my assignment." You reply.

Yifan kisses you again, before standing up and wiping his stomach clean with his t-shirt. You watch him pull his underwear and tracksuit pants back on, though he remains shirtless.

"I'll write your essay. You just have to pretend you understand it." Yifan says.

You stare at him in shock, while you get yourself dressed. He watches you intently, biting his lip as he waits for you to respond.

"What do you get out of this?" You ask.

Yifan smirks at you, as he takes your hand to lead you back out to the dining table.

"Round two later, and more, if you'd like." He says.

You look down at your notebook, and then back at the handsome man who has you totally fucked out right now. Sure, you need to pass school, so you'll take any opportunity you can, but you wouldn't say no to him anyway, not after how good he made you feel.

"Deal."

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Extended Stay;; WYF [pt.1]

Check out Part Two here~

Word Count;; 10.4k total, 5.2k for pt.1

Genre;; Zombie AU [Horror], Mafia AU [Violence], Smut

Pairing;; Kris Wu x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

     There comes a point in every relationship where things start to get serious. For you and Kris, that point comes in the form of a weekend getaway at a paradise resort. While you have your doubts about the many secrets he holds, there's a part of you that wants the relationship to thrive, to grow into something greater.      All great things, however, must be strong enough to withstand a storm and the quickest way to learn of a person's true character is under unfathomable odds.      Luckily for you, an island gone dark promises many hardships.

Collab Info;;

The Undead - an EXO12 Collab hosted by @biaswreckingfics ♡ 

Check out the Masterlist for more great EXO Zombie AU fics!

Warnings;;

Zombies!! + Mafia AU so 

Graphic depictions of violence, gore, horror in general, guns Explicit Language!! Explicit Smut!! Thigh riding and fingering, daddy kink

My Networks;; @supermwritersnet​

My Masterlist

   The jet touches down in Banoi minutes before 6pm, much earlier than scheduled. Despite night fast approaching, the sun is still high and bright in the crystal blue sky. Nary a cloud taints the endless canvas - there aren't even birds floating on the gentle sea breeze.

   Stretching your legs without fear of touching the seat in front of you or even coming anywhere near it, a yawn escapes your lips. Travelling by private jet is a level of luxury you never thought you'd experience and yet here you are, as impressed as you are bored.

   You tear your gaze from the small glass panel and its view of the Royal Palms Resort. It was a long flight and you want nothing more than to disembark this extravagant tin can and take a gulp of fresh island air, to feel sand beneath your toes as the warm ocean kisses your feet.

   The stewardess approaches you. She is smiling. Of course she is - that smile hasn't dropped for the entirety of the flight. You wish it were contagious but it's a weak facade, incapable of eliciting anything close to a spark of emotion within you, and you have a sneaking suspicion that it's all for show. Anxiety twitches her upper lip and her hands shake as she hands you a menu. It's the same menu you've seen a hundred times over the course of the flight.

   You've started to hate it.

   Just a little.

   "Would you care for any refreshments before you leave, ma'am?"

   "God, no"—you wave her off—"I'll just have a scotch when we get to the bar."

   "Of course, ma'am."

   She scurries toward the back just as Yifan comes through the very curtain she's trying to disappear behind. They come close to a collision but he sidesteps her. Towering over her much smaller frame with a look that screams murder, it doesn't surprise you when she quivers. You, too, felt the same way the first time you met him.

   On the surface, Yifan is like ice.

   It becomes noisy fast; the stewardess is apologising nonstop, the pilot announces you're clear to leave, the bodyguards are shuffling to and fro and you're sighing in relief. There's a hiss as the doors open and a quiet howl rolls in on the breeze. Outside is otherwise silent.

   This realisation sends a shiver down your spine.

   You can't help but wonder if Yifan somehow managed to buy the island for the weekend. If it were an option, you think he would have. Extravagance is part of his lifestyle, after all, and he likes to display his wealth, flaunt his power, showcase his trophies.

   Stretching as you stand, you glance toward the exit. No one else is moving to leave yet, hung up on small details and menial tasks. Even the guards have yet to reach the door, stopping periodically to 'assess the situation'. They're just a bunch of lumbering fools. If a threat appeared, they would only serve as cannon fodder for their boss's escape.

   Yifan is calculating. Not cold, but calculating.

   He's the type of man that can find a purpose for anyone and everything. Even the worthless can be made useful. You don't find this to be a problem, not really. If anything you can appreciate his quick thinking and impartial approach to problems.

   Your issue lies in that you don't know how he views you. Sure, he flew you out to some luxury beach resort in the middle of the ocean for some R&R, but that doesn't mean much. Material things have no real value - they can be replaced, spent, tossed. No matter how much he loves his possessions and his collections, they are not what's important to him.

   What is important to him, however, is a mystery to you.

   Yifan is a man of many secrets.

   Hot on the trail of the security detail, your pace is erratic and sluggish until you finally reach the exit. Even within the shade of the men in front of you, the air is warmer here. Light pours in around them, basking them in an orange glow. There's an urge growing inside you just to push them out of your way, to shove them head first onto the tarmac down below. It's unbecoming of you but you can't shake it loose.

   "All clear, boss."

   "Thank you for your hard work."

   Yifan's smooth voice rumbles deep in his chest as he speaks and you know they've annoyed him. For a brief second you think he might indulge you and help eject them but you know better. Nevertheless, it brings a smile to your lips just imagining how the whole thing might go down. He's much too meticulous to ever give in to baser desires, however.

   "Sure thing, boss."

   When they don't move, exasperation taints his tone. "Why don't you check the perimeter of the plane?"

   "On it, boss."

   They descend the airstairs one step at a time, surveying the area all the while. The runway is clear of… everything. There are no other vehicles, aircraft or otherwise. No one is even here to greet you. While you've never travelled in such luxury before, you assumed the service would be better than a commercial flight. Where are the staff members and their welcoming gifts? Who was meant to tell you where to go from here?

   Slipping on a pair of shades, Yifan gives the jet one last glance before his Louis Vuitton shoes patter down the stairs. Dirt spirals in the air close to the hangar the jet will soon crawl inside. Despite the tropical palms and the endless beachfront, the concrete is dusty. It leaves a smudge on his pristine black suit.

   Warm, moist air tickles the back of your neck and you jump, hand flying up to rub the exhalation off your skin. The stewardess is next to you, eyes wide as she looks out over the island. Mesmerised by the sparkling ocean, she doesn't notice your reaction, your discomfort. Her lips fall open and she inches forward.

   "It sure is beautiful here."

   "Yeah," you say, stepping aside to give her a better view. "It's paradise, apparently."

   "That's an understatement."

   "I'm hitting the bar the moment we get inside. How about you?"

   At this she takes a step backward, smoothing out her stereotypical attendant outfit and clearing her throat with a slight bow of the head. "I'm here to work. I'll be waiting here until you're ready to leave."

   "On the plane?"

   "Yes."

   "For two whole days?"

   "Yes."

   "How?"

   "What do you mean?"

   Sparing a cautionary look at Yifan, you inch closer. "Won't you, like, die? There's only peanuts and wine on this thing and it'll be turned off, won't it?"

   "The plane has generators that will be connected to a power source inside the hangar for the duration of your trip and we have a supply of food, water, and other essentials, both for the crew's comfort and for emergencies."

   "Is that your flight license training talking?" you tease.

   She lights up at the mere mention of it, her eyes twinkling. About halfway through the flight you grew bored of listening to Yifan's business calls and sought out a new companion. It didn't take long before she had opened up to you about her lifelong dream of becoming a pilot. When you're passionate about something, it's hard not to express your love for it.

   "Everyone knows that basic crap." It's the actual pilot that speaks, having left his cabin to grab a travel-sized bottle of vodka. "But don't you worry, little lady. Us small folks will manage while you two live it up."

   There's animosity in his tone that you equal in your own slapback. "I'm surprised you still have your license, alky."

   He is disgusting, both perverse and repulsive. This sentiment is shared between both you and the stewardess. When you take a step away from the man, she follows. He grins, licking his lips while looking you up and down. His eyes linger on your curves and you once more are filled with the desire to lash out.

   But you don't.

   "Babe, come on," Yifan calls, his steps rattling against the metal stairs as he starts to come back up.

   "Well"—you clear your throat before smiling at the attendant and mirroring her own exaggerated expression of enthusiasm—"that's boring. I would simply not stay if I were you."

   "Duly noted." The pilot hiccups. He already reeks of alcohol and his cheeks are tinted pink. Reaching for another bottle, he downs the first and drops it onto the ground.

   "Not you. If anyone has to stay on the plane, shouldn't it be y-"

   "What are you doing? Do you need something?" Yifan asks from behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist. Tilting your chin up, his eyes scour your face, searching for any sign of unease. Between the island's eerie silence and the pilot's obvious alcoholism, you're filled with worry but you hide it well. It's meant to be a vacation and you don't want to dwell on those not worthy of your time.

   "Yifan, tell her she doesn't have to stay on the plane."

   "I don't care what she does. All I care about is you. So do you want to stay here until I find someone to grab the luggage?"

   "Has no one arrived to greet us yet?"

   You aren't one to get scared easily but something feels wrong about this whole thing. While you yourself didn't understand how someone in construction could afford such a lavish lifestyle, it didn't change the fact that Yifan had cash to blow. If you were running the resort, you'd prioritise high-spenders. Money talks, after all.

   He hums, releasing his hold on you in order to lean out of the jet. "Not yet. We did arrive ahead of schedule though."

   "I guess…"

   Doubt gnaws at you. It may not be an official airport but surely they would know when a plane arrives. If not by sensors, by sheer visual - a jet is hard to miss.

   "I'll be right back, okay?"

   "No!" The concern embedded in his words is overshadowed by your adamant exclamation. "I'll go with you."

   He opens his mouth to argue but closes it just as fast and you know he just doesn't want an additional issue to deal with before the current one is handled. "Alright, let's go."

   There's a crunch underfoot as you disembark. Granules of sand and dirt grind under your shoes. You're glad you chose one of your more casual outfits. When Yifan had told you about this little weekend getaway, you hadn't realised the magnitude of it. Dressed in a hoodie and sweats, you had assumed a long flight in coach awaited you. That assumption bumped up to a long flight in first class when Yifan picked you up in his Porsche while decked out in designer from head to toe.

   At least your few sets of designer clothes (mostly gifts from Yifan) are safe in your suitcase. A few more smudges on your tattered sneakers wouldn't hurt and you'd rather your heels be spared the harsh island breeze. Even now salt is accumulating on your face like a second layer of skin. You can taste it whenever you lick your lips. They're dry but not yet as dry as the wind ruffling through your hair.

   Trailing behind your steady boyfriend of eight months, you struggle to keep pace with his large, determined strides. After a few minutes, your obvious panting seems to catch his attention and he takes pity on you. He halts, back turned to the sun and casting a shadow you soon stand within. Without saying anything, he gestures toward a back entrance to what looks like the main building and nudges you forward.

   Once you're in charge of the pace, the trip is a lot easier. On occasion you point to some of the other buildings, admiring the sleek and modern design. In the distance is a set of "traditional" huts with their own pools and docks. When you point them out, he just nods and tells you that he rented one.

   "I thought you said we'd be in the main building?"

   "We will be. I didn't know which you'd prefer so I rented both. We can spend a day in each. The staff already confirmed they'd be willing to accomodate."

   You scoff. "Seems a bit redundant. Did you also buy the island for the weekend? This place is dead."

   "No, but it is kind of nice. Maybe next time."

   "Not even you can afford that. There's no way your business is going that well. When I googled it, no new projects came up. Unless you're doing secret, private projects but then you'd have to be doing so many to get any seri-"

   "Look." He cuts you off, yanking you backward into his chest. With a huff, you look at your feet and the surrounding area but see nothing. You look ahead, puzzled, only to find more nothing. His arm tightens around your stomach as he inches you backward, putting his body ahead of yours. "The door is open."

   While this back door is technically an entrance, it remains locked and secured at all times, requiring an escort and their key card hence why a team is meant to have met you upon landing. There's a doorbell and screen to summon assistance in cases like your own where a guest is locked out. The door is closed just like it should be and even from here you can see the angry red 'no access' warning on the door's fob system. Confusion furrows your brow.

   "The employee door, babe."

   Following his line of sight, you have to squint to see what he is talking about. Several feet down and almost hidden behind bushes is a second door. It isn't as high-tech or welcoming as the main back door but it is ajar.

   "Should we check it out?" You ask, starting to shift your direction.

   "Curiosity killed the cat," he chides, realigning your trajectory.

   You pout but allow him to lead. Once you reach the back door, he presses the button and you both wait. Shade envelopes you, providing a reprieve from the overactive sun. According to your phone it's nearing 6:30pm. Even so, summer is in full effect and you doubt night will fall for another two hours.

   Sweat dampens your forehead. Your hair sticks to your neck. Moisture is welling between your breasts. Trickling down the curve of your spine, you can feel the salty liquid. It's uncomfortable, disgusting. Your trip to the bar will have to be delayed - a long soak, whether in a tub or shower, is your new priority.

   Yifan had started to tap his foot after the first minute. By the third, he was pacing. At the exact five minute mark, he starts to push the button every other second. His knuckles rap against the door. When that fails, he yanks on the door and presses on the electronic screen. It indents wherever he touches but it doesn't utilise smart technology, remaining dark and useless.

   "I'm not fuc-" He stops, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm not waiting until seven. They should realise we're here."

   Your lips twist with mischief as you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, eyes shifting toward the employee door. "Well there is another way inside."

   The wind starts to pick up. Sand swirls within the sudden gust, cutting off the path back to the jet in a miniature tornado of dust. It wouldn't be hard to get through it but you didn't want to deal with the plethora of particles that would taint your hair and clothes and you know Yifan wouldn't either. With a resigned sigh, he nods.

   "I guess. Easier than going to the front."

   "They shouldn't have left it open if they didn't want people using it," you say, a sing-song lilt in your tone, excited at the prospect of breaking the rules.

   "They should've sent someone to greet us," he grumbles while waving the two guards over. They jog through the dust, desperate not to cough and choke on it. Your disgusted frown is replicated on Yifan's face. By the time they arrive, they're not faring well, sputtering while they ask what he needs.

   "I want one of you to grab our carry-ons and bring it up to our room. The other is to stay with the plane. Make sure it gets into that hangar."

   They salute him and your frown deepens. With an overenthusiastic 'yes, boss!', they take off back toward the jet. Without waiting for them to reach it, Yifan turns his back on them and starts to walk toward the open door. Intrigue bubbles within you. There is something mysterious about seeing a side not meant for the general public's eyes. Would it be just as majestic or was the grandeur just for show, a front to cover a dark underbelly?

   "Keep up babe, I don't want you getting lost in there."

   "Okay!" you say, skipping up behind him and grabbing the back of his suit jacket. Leaning out toward the side of his protective figure, you count each step until you reach the door.

   An ominous vibe rolls outward from the darkness within. Not a single light is on. In fact, there's so little light inside that you cannot make out the shape of the interior room. Is it a hall? A locker room? A break area? There aren't any sounds emanating from within that offer any clues.

   All there is is darkness.

   "Maybe we shouldn't go in there."

   "But you were so eager a second ago." He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you scared, princess?"

   "Shut up. We should just go to the front."

   "Don't worry. Daddy will protect you."

   You stare at him in disbelief before groaning at the self-appointed title. "I'll manage on my own, thanks."

   Pushing him aside and opening the creaking door just wide enough to shine light inside, you hold back a gag at the putrid stench that rushes out. It's pungent and rotten, like roadkill that has marinated in the sun for a few too many days.

   "Oh my God, what is that?"

   Sunlight touches the edge of a counter and its metallic, shiny sink. The darkness is much too thick. Like a blanket, it stops any further illumination beyond its veil. Squinting, you take a step inside, both intrigued and nauseated by the overwhelming odour.

   "Smells like something died in here," Yifan supplements and you nod, taking another step, nearing the impenetrable curtain of darkness. "Be careful."

   Using the hood of your sweater as leverage, he pulls you back into the small circle of light. Gulping, you look back at him. He quirks his brow but is otherwise stoic, cracking his neck before pulling out a face mask from his pocket. After handing it to you, he takes a tentative step beyond the light.

   "Wear that. It'll help with the smell. Could you turn your flashlight on?"

   It takes you a minute to realise he means the one on your phone. You fumble for it, your pockets somehow much deeper than you remember them being. It's cold to the touch, contrasting your clammy hands. Once you have it free of your sweats, you turn the light on and gasp. The room, now bright under the battery-sucking beam, displays a disturbing sight.

   "My God," you whisper, squirming under Yifan's arm until it rests atop your shoulders. "Did they close down or something?"

   Remnants of meals litter the sinks and stoves of the kitchen area you've walked into. Cutting boards filled with moldy vegetables and bloody, maggot-infested chunks of steak line the counter tops. Cutlery is strewn across the floor. Bottles of oil lay broken on the ground; their shards reflect your torch's light. Near them are dark puddles where the liquid has congregated.

   And inside those thick, gooey puddles are what you can only imagine was once considered meat.

   "Without cancelling our reservation first?"

   Snapping out of your reverie, you shake off the unease crawling across your skin in the form of bumps and raised hair. "Have you checked your voicemail lately? Or is that just an excuse you give when you don't want to grab milk on your way over?"

   He huffs, a tinge of amusement underlying the overall indifference of his demeanour. "They haven't called. Let's just find someone or maybe a flyer or notice. People don't just up and disappear mid-meal prep. There has to be an explanation."

   "Yeah, let's."

   It's a mistake to go in any further. This you know. Deep in the recesses of your racing mind, you know that something is wrong. You can't stop yourself from clinging to Yifan, handing him your phone so you can instead hold his jacket in both hands. Sinister silence echoes around you, devouring your footfalls and your shallow breathing until the only sound left is the unnatural lack thereof.

   Yifan doesn't act affected. His breathing is steady, comforting even. He moves at a snail's pace, giving you ample time to look around and explore the deep, pitch-black crevices in the corners of the room. When you stop, he shines the light toward the direction you're staring in. It slows the process down but it's soothing to know that nothing is lurking, waiting to pounce.

   By the time you reach the next door, your legs are shaking. While you don't consider yourself a coward, the unknown hosts an array of possibilities. Fear grips your heart and you have to fight back the urge to upheave the in-flight meal you had a few hours prior. The arm around your shoulder tightens, reassuring you before Yifan pulls the handle.

   Compared to the Hell you just passed through, the overabundance of light you are greeted with is a welcome sight. It floods the wide, open-mouthed hallway. To your left and quite far down is the reception area where you should have entered from. It's a large room that swings around and connects to the front entrance of the resort. To your right are a few more doors, an elevator, and a set of double-doors with a tacky sign that reads, 'Beach Entrance'. Next to the door closest to the powered down metal box is an emergency red plaque with the words 'Stair Access' in bold font and 'Basement Access' in a much smaller size.

   Pocketing your phone, Yifan tilts his head toward the main desk. "Shall we?"

   "Can't wait."

   You manage a single step before you stop dead in your tracks. There's some sort of thudding sound coming from one of the storage rooms. After a brief pause you look at Yifan but he just shakes his head, brushing it off. He takes off down the hall, dragging you with him, but your attention remains on the doors to the right. Every few seconds the sound repeats, as if someone is walking into a door or hitting their head against the wall.

   Then you see it.

   "Yifan!" You hiss, slipping away from him. "Look!"

   He groans, both impatient and growing tired. "What?"

   "There's something in that room."

   "Good. That means it isn't abandoned. Let's hit up the front desk and get our key cards."

   "No, there's something wrong with them. They aren't moving right… like they're… I don't know, on a loop or something."

   Humouring you (but not without first sighing, impatience chipping away at his manners), he watches the doors. His gaze lingers here and there, checking under a new threshold after a few repetitions of the grating sound. Synchronised with the noise is a shadow. It follows the same pattern. When the thud occurs, the shadow moves close to the door. Then it steps away.

   "See it?"

   "It's a resort. Can't blame 'em for drinking early."

   "That should be me," you mutter, your scotch craving returning in full force, increasing tenfold alongside your nerves.

   "Lush."

   "What?"

   He shrugs off the venom in your question. "Drunkard."

   "I barely even drin-"

   A metallic clang quiets you. It resonates, bouncing from wall to wall within the stairwell. When the sound settles in the bowels of the hotel, you walk forward. After several long seconds of waiting for the sound to continue like the one behind the door had, Yifan steps in front of you, shielding you behind his lanky frame.

   "I'll lead."

   You throw your hands up in mock resignation. Despite the small distance, it takes a lifetime to reach the stairwell. Paranoia claws at your gut. Every few feet you look behind you. Keeping your back to the endless hall and the atrium it houses is a tactical disadvantage. Given the absolute lack of life within the hotel's walls, you would hear someone approach… but you can't shake the feeling that it wouldn't be enough, that a single second's notice could be the difference between escape and certain death.

   Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you hope the stairwell is locked.

   You've never been very lucky though.

   Yifan's slender fingers wrap around the handle, pushing it open just enough to peer inside. Your own view is blocked. Seconds pass by while he just stares. There's a growl from high above. It rolls down the stairs in pursuit of the sudden influx of fresh air. The door creaks open further. You shiver.

   "What's happening?"

   "There's something a few floors up."

   "Do you think it's a staff member or guest?"

   "An animal."

   "Is it hurt?"

   He pauses before he answers, weighing his options. "No."

   "Liar."

   "Stay behind me. It sounds big."

   "How big?"

   He shrugs before ushering you into the pitch black stairwell. When he hears you patting yourself down, he returns your phone and you're quick to turn the torch on. First you flash it onto him, bathing him in artificial light. It's comforting. His visage, as smooth and suave as ever, offers a sort of normalcy in an otherwise odd situation. Then you check the lower floor.

   You see nothing.

   So you check the upper levels.

   An endless spire towers overhead.

   "How many floors does this place have?"

   "A lot."

   The trek upward starts strong but soon your pace slackens, forcing Yifan to follow suit. Once more an uncomfortable layer of sweat accumulates in the well of your back. After the fourth floor an odour starts to waft around you. You're self-conscious about it, going as far as sniffing your hoodie. By the sixth you're both scrunching your noses, revulsion twisting your features. A gag clutches at your throat and you dry heave.

   "Fuck, that's awful."

   "It's the same as the kitchen." He coughs, trying to eject the acrid scent from his mouth. "Wear the mask again."

   It's when you're fumbling through your pockets for the thin patch of fabric that you hear it: an ear-splitting scream. While you're no expert, the dainty, high pitch resembles that of a child. Shivers tear down your spine. Your mind is telling you to run, to protect, and yet you're frozen to the spot.

   Yifan is quicker to respond, climbing the remaining stairs between the sixth and seventh floors in a few leaps. Upon reaching the door, however, he doesn't enter. Instead he presses his ear to it and listens.

   With your heart beating a million miles an hour and damn near thudding out of your chest, you raise your flashlight off his cautious stature and toward the guttural moaning floating down to you from much higher in the spire.

   You're transfixed.

   Squinting against the straining dark for a single glimpse of what could make such a noise, your breath catches in your throat. It seems almost surreal, no, it's absurd really. Impossible. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. That's all it was. That's all it could be. An illusion or a hallucination brought on by dehydration.

   And yet the way it hangs above you seems so real.

   And the way its eyes watch you seem so life-like.

   "Babe." You scream in shock at his unexpected shout. Whipping around to face Yifan, you place your hand on your chest all while panting. His eyes shine under the light's influence and he looks up into the darkness before cautiously asking if you're alright.

   "Yeah, I just-"

   Another scream, this time not your own but rather the child's.

   "Come on," Yifan commands, dismissing the panic in your voice as nothing more than childish, like one's fear of boogeyman.

   In your state of trepidation, you didn't realise the door was propped open. Yifan holds it ajar with his foot while beckoning you, urging you back to his side. Strangled sobs pour through the empty space, no longer hindered by the solid metal barrier.

   Within a few short steps you're peering through the gap. There's luggage sprawled across the floor and just beyond a mountain of suitcases is a child. All you can see is their leg; it's red. Scarlet blood paints their skin in a dark hue and stains the carpet around them.

   "Oh God," you murmur, falling into step behind Yifan as he runs toward the child.

   "Hey, are you okay?"

   He kicks a luggage cart out of his way. It rattles down the hall and with it gone, he stands over the child. You hear her soft sobs before you can get a good look at her as his long limbs pull her to her feet. Scooping the small girl into his arms, Yifan cradles her against his chest.

   Her pink outfit is tarnished with grime. When she pulls her head away from the comfort of his shoulder, her cheeks are stained by a layer of dirt. The tears that rush free from an endless faucet leave a visible trail in their wake.

   "What happened to you? Did someone hurt you?" Yifan asks, intent to pry a response out of the trembling girl.

   No matter how he phrases his questions, she doesn't budge. All she does is stare at you. No, beyond you. It's as if she's looking right through you. With her glassy, unwavering blue eyes, she watches the other end of the hall.

   In your rush to check on the girl, neither you nor Kris had checked the other side.

   Your neck creaks as you turn.

   The girl's breath staggers.

   Yifan checks her for injuries.

   Hungry growls waft toward you.

   Their lifeless eyes watch you.

   "-bitten?"

   His voice is like a tether.

   You don't dare to look away from what lurks down the hall.

   "They're dead."

   "What?"

   Yifan's attention pulls away from the girl, looking toward the small crowd forming a hundred feet away. Most are in summer wear ranging from bikinis and boardshorts to sarongs and flowery t-shirts. Much like the girl, their bodies are covered in varying contaminants with the most notable being blood. The darkest spots are accompanied by open wounds. Their skin is torn and serrated, often oozing thick clots. Where the flesh is loose and hanging by the thread is a glimmer of white.

   Right down to the bone, they've been-

   Bitten.

   Just like the weeping girl in Yifan's arms.

   Except she isn't crying anymore.

   She's dead silent.

[Part Two]

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[sifeng]

Recent CDrama Trailers

What a good day to be a drama fan! So man trailers for so many of the most anticipated guzhuang dramas released recently. To make life easier for everyone, I decided to organize all the trailers for some of the shows that I am looking forward to:

Legend of Fei (有翡) - Zhao Liying, Wang Yibo

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBl7QjQO5kE

Trailer 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWkhw5xANYc

Douluo Continent (斗罗大陆) - 斗罗大陆Xiao Zhan, Wu Xuanyi

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObQjyHT81Xs

Ancient Love Poetry (千古绝尘) - Zhou Dongyu, Xu Kai

Trailer 1: https://v.qq.com/x/cover/mzc00200y4wycre/g0034x7cvv9.html

Trailer 2: https://v.qq.com/x/cover/mzc00200y4wycre/p0034k24qz6.html

Mirror Twin Cities (镜双城) - Li Yifeng, Chen Yuqi

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3_QacJCqIQ

Trailer 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUAynpLARls

Novoland: Pearl Eclipse (斛珠夫人) - Yang Mi, Chen Weiting

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfJ43yn3Flw

Trailer 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIn18y7E0SI

My Heroic Husband (赘婿) - Guo Qilin, Song Yi

Trailer 1: https://v.qq.com/x/page/e3162uupr08.html

The Long Ballad (长歌行) - Dilireba, Wu Lei

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWdfIVv_S-Q

The Golden Hairpin (青簪行) - Yang Zi, Wu Yifan

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syHHw95Yabo

The Legend of Xiao Chuo (燕云台) - Tang Yan, Dou Xiao (airing November 2nd)

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oprt_Mum1EM

Snow Sword Stride (雪中悍刀行) - Zhang Ruoyun, Hu Jun

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tO6MsdVphM

MOVIE: Qing Ya Ji (晴雅集) - Zhao Youting, Deng Lun (airing December 25th)

Trailer 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1c109J821k

Which one are you most excited for? 

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, kidnapping, torture

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CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k)

The room was dark as tension lingered in the air of the bedroom. The events of the previous night were swirling around his head, as Yukhei sat on the end of the bed. He was proud to say that they were making an indent on Neozone’s allies, as well as the group itself but the lingering thoughts of how long this could take started to roam his head.

But what was he worried about? He held so much of the world in the palm of his hand that he didn’t need to worry about the idea of defeating Neozone to take over the Korean systems. But still, those worries tend to fill his mind more often than he’d like to admit.

He ran his hands through his hair as he let out a silent sigh. He wanted to go for a walk, the way he used to in the streets of Sha Tin, China. Just to think and plan as he goes. Even though he has a proper full plan set out already in motion, he needs to prepare for the future once they conquer Korea.

The ruffling of the blanket pulled his attention to the member that shared a bed with him. Yifan’s tired eyes blankly stared at the wide-awake member before he stretched out and sat up. His hair was a mess as he draped an arm over Yukhei’s shoulder.

“What’s got you up?” He muttered, his deep voice husky and low like a rumble. He threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he placed a kiss on the younger's shoulder.

With all of the thoughts running through his head, some time with Yifan was what he needed. As his eyes closed, his head fell gently against the olders. He didn’t want to admit that he was more stressed than usual, but he couldn’t tell a lie to him.

“I have to be honest and admit that I’m a little bit stressed about the overall situation with Neozone.” Yifan looked at the younger one with the smallest frown. He tangled his fingers in Yukhei’s hair as a way to try to relax the younger.

“Why are you stressed? You’ve had this plan for months, and it’s going perfectly.” He hummed, trying to read the brunette’s expression.

“It’s honestly just a worry that they could possibly be stronger than us. But then again, there isn’t anyone who has overpowered us, so why am I worrying?”

The tone in his voice sounded more of a plea than he wanted it to sound. The expression of Yifan’s face softened in a slight worry before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He rested a hand against Yukhei’s cheek and ran his thumb against the younger's bottom lip.

“I understand your worry, I do. But I think rest should help ease your mind.”

Pulling the younger back down into bed, he linked his fingers together with Yukhei’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before turning the younger's face to look at him. It was read all over Yukhei’s face that something more was troubling him, but Yifan knew not to press him about it.

He softly pressed a kiss to his lips before he got comfortable once again next to the younger. Yukhei buried his face into Yifan’s hair, taking in his scent and pulled him close. Maybe the comfort of Yifan really was all he needed.

~~

Panic arose in Ten’s chest as he pressed his back against the wall of the moving van. His mind was racing as he looked at Eunwoo. It must have been read on his face, when Eunwoo held up his hands.

“Relax. You’re fine.” The soft voice commented. Ten’s entire being was frozen in one position. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to talk. He only ever saw this in TV shows, but now he was in the midst of a kidnapping. He was getting kidnapped.

“You got him?” A higher pitched male voice shouted from the front of the van.

“We got him!”

The girl took off her mask and ran her hand through her hair. Ten’s eyes couldn’t help but scan every single being in the van, so he could be able to go to the police about being kidnapped if and whenever he was able to escape.

The girl had beautiful brown eyes with dark eyeliner as she eyed him. She held what looked like a knife in her hand, clean and closed.

“Panic too much, and bad things could happen to you.”

Ten swallowed dryly as he closed his eyes. He told himself that if he kept his eyes closed for a little, and opened them, he wouldn’t be in the middle of a moving van with three of his kidnappers. That simply didn’t work.

Eunwoo threw off his tie and put the briefcase in a bag before shoving it to the side. He looked at Ten in the eyes, feeling his stress and fear. He gave a soft hum before he shuffled forward. Ten, in self defence, pulled his body closer to himself as he tried to swing a fist at Eunwoo.

With ease, Eunwoo grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes.

“Ten, seriously. Relax. I know you're scared, and I know you’re stressed out over everything, but it will all be explained once we get there. Trust me.” His calming voice actually made an impact on the smaller members’ mindset.

Ten never realized, but his hands were shaking. His mind continued to race with options he could do as soon as the door would open again. But reviewing the state of each member in the van, many of his options were narrowed down to only a selective few.

As the group sat in silence on the ride to wherever the hell they were going, Ten made a mental note in his mind to make a Will as soon as he got out of the situation. Make a will, tell his mother he loves her, and visit his sisters.

But as the van was put to a harsh stop, he quickly realized that there was a chance he might never get to do any of that again.

“We’re here.”

The door slid open as the girl jumped out of the van. Everything was moving so fast that Ten didn’t even get to attempt an escape. He looked at Eunwoo with pure fear circulating through his blood system. Eunwoo’s soft eyes only put Ten a little more at ease.

As they walked further into what seemed like a parking garage, Ten hit an understanding. None of the members that surrounded him seemed like they wanted to harm him. None of them, except the woman, had weapons. Not even Eunwoo, who at this point, he trusted the most. Overall, the man did help him get out of further interrogation.

The tallest out of the bunch pulled off his mask and pushed open one of the doors. He gestured for the group to go in, when Eunwoo insisted that Ten go in first.

Inside the room was pure amazement. The infrastructure was absolutely stunning. Statues stood tall in all 4 corners of the room as it was lavished with purple, red and gold fabrics. In the center of the room was a throne type chair. Spikes coming from every side.

Once she made eye contact with Ten, she smiled. By first glance she seemed like a true sweetheart. Her eyes told you love stories, but the spiked rings on her fingers told you stories of misery. Her entire body decked out in spikes and leather.

Lisa Manobal. Though she looked as if she was harmless, you give her the wrong look, and you’ll be dead to her in seconds. Of course, Ten didn’t know this of such a beautiful woman.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” She said, her voice soft and humble like. Eunwoo bowed his head to her as Ten mimicked the taller.

“He’s here with no injuries whatsoever. Like you ordered, ma’am.” She gave him a gentle smile before she made eye contact with Ten. Not only did her eyes send butterflies through his throat, but her posture also made him feel weak beneath her. Just by looking at the room around her, and how she was treated by the others, it was as if she was royalty.

Ten gave a nervous smile, unsure of who she really was and what he was doing in such a decked-out room.

“I doubt they explained anything to you,” She walked over to him before shooting a glare towards Eunwoo. He shuffled off with the other two in the room. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Manobal. I believe your friend's name is Taemin?”

The familiarity of the name shot mixed signals throughout his core. From being worried to being relieved, he was just glad to hear his name from someone who seemed to be in the same department as Taemin.

“You know him?”

“He asked me to bring you here-“

“where is he?” Ten stated, before letting her finish. The raised eyebrow as she looked at him, showed him that she wasn’t used to being interrupted.

“He’s in the back room waiting for you, go ahead. I bet you’ve had a stressful day.” Ten ever so slightly rolled his eyes to her words. Was he having a stressful day?

Lisa was genuinely entertained by Ten’s reactions to her simplistic words. She would have to agree that he in fact was someone she would want to have a full-on conversation with, once war wasn’t amidst them and their connections.

Swinging the door open, Taemin jumped to his feet. He made eye contact with the one he asked for help. Ten’s eyes were scared but his facial expression told otherwise. That was one of the things he connected with Taeyong. Both men were good at hiding their concerns behind their faces.

“Ten…”

The younger member rushed over to Taemin and hugged him as tight as he was allowed to. Knowing that Taemin was safe and being in Taemin’s embrace almost made him crack under the pressure. Taemin’s arms around him felt comforting as his entire day was one hectic incident after the other.

But as his mind registered what was going on, he pushed Taemin back, with tears seen in his eyes.

“You have to tell me what the hell is going on Taemin. No stalling. No lying. Tell me everything.”

He could see in Taemin’s expression that it wasn’t going to be something good. He could tell he was in for the ride of his life, learning about what Taemin was involved in. But damn it, he deserved to know after today.

~~

The stress of learning about Johnny’s whereabouts forced Taeyong to pace back and forth on the open floor plan of the warehouse. Seen in his eyes, he was very unhappy with the results of the fight of the previous night. Rage emitted from him as he muttered nonsense to himself, creating his own plan in his mind.

The Dreamies sat around a table, watching their leader pace back and forth. They could only imagine the level or anger he harbours inside. Jisung felt especially guilty to be in the same room as Taeyong. He believed that the leader was upset over the missing files, not just the whole shebang that occurred.

Mark sat on the edge of the table top, fiddling with Jaemin’s brass knuckles, while Jaemin himself sat next to him. They sat in their own comfortable silence, while the other Dreamies discussed among themselves about their own defences around the building.

“What do you think is on his mind?” Jaemin questioned, watching as Taeyong ran his hands through his already messy red hair.

“I’m not quite sure, but I can tell that it’s not something good.”

“It’s probably about last night to be honest… We’re all too shaken up about it to even talk about it with each other…” Mark looked to the younger member before he threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Relax Jae, things will be okay. We’ll be okay, isn’t that right boys?” Mark announced a tad bit louder for the rest of the boys to hear.

“Huh?”

The attention of the boys was now put on Mark and Jaemin.

“We’re all going to be okay.”

His eyes met with Sehun’s. The older member gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, but he knew that Sehun could keep things under control with the Dreamies if things went south.

“We’ll be fine.” Sehun announced, giving a smile to the younger boys.

Jisung gave a look to his hyung that made Sehun feel sorry for him. Though he was the youngest member of the Dreamies, he still had a lot of things to learn. Being put in charge of the files was an easy job when he joined the gang, but now after this, he began to wonder if Jisung regretted joining at all.

Standing, he joined beside Jisung and put an arm around him.

“Hyung, what if he’s even more upset about the files than I think he is…?”

“No, I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind at the moment. I think the entire issue with the fight and Johnny’s disappearance is what’s on his mind. I think you’ll be okay.” Sehun vowed. Hearing those words, Jisung was set to ease. Sehun had that effect on the Dreamies. He was able to calm them down easily, some thought he was good with teenagers while others said he was still in the mindset of a teenager.

But everything was disrupted when a door slam caught every single member's attention. All Dreamie members got to their feet and readied their fists for a brawl.

“Relax everyone, it’s Jaehyun.” Taeyong announced, holding up his hand in defence. Almost instantly, all boys sat back down with ease. The prior night really startled them to a point where any sound could set them off in fight mode.

“Reports?”

“Baekhyun is back with his crew. But I have to be honest, that place is an utter mess. Lotto City used to be a place for communications, but now it’s a place for fighting.” Jaehyun stated, exhaustion seen all over his face.

Taeyong patted his arm before clapping.

“I need everyone here right now. A meeting is called!” He announced, his voice booming through the warehouse.

As each member joined the center of the warehouse, around Taeyong, a low murmur was heard. Every member wanted to take part in revenge. Every member wanted to help take down the rivals, and every member worried about each other.

Taeyong’s eyes scanned around the room before a dark frown covered over his face.

“Where’s Taemin?”

“He’s with Lisa and the cartel. He’s okay.” Doyoung announced amongst the crowd. At least some of his worries were set to ease, but he had a plan to set out to his gang.

“Jaehyun came back from Lotto City with an update.” The room became silent as directions were put on the second-hand leader, Jaehyun.

“Alright. The city is a mess. From cars flipped over, to shops with windows smashed in and good stolen. Baekhyun returned to EXOrdium, and they're currently working on their defences as well as cleaning up their territory. From what I saw, even if we are fighting our own battle, it’s a good idea to try and give as much help as they need.” A quiet murmur started up all over again.

“Why?” Yuta stated, not even giving it a second thought to his question.

“Yuta, they’ve helped up through a lot, we owe them this. If it were Neozone that got destroyed, they would be here helping us with the clean up as well.” Taeyong boomed. The silence settled over the gang once more to Taeyong’s words. He was right. With that strong of an alliance with EXOrdium, the group would do anything to protect them, so it was only fair that Neozone does the same back to them.

The group was completely silent. Taeyong saw the emotional distraught among all of his members and understood that the events of yesterday still lingered in their minds, fresh.

“Listen… I know that we’ve been through a hectic day yesterday. But with the rest from today we have to get back on our feet. We can’t let a simple robbery drown us. We have deeper issues to be facing, so lighten up and get your game on.” Taeyong started.

“Now, for starters we need to figure out a plan. It’s going to be stressful, but we need to find a way to get Johnny back home safe and sound. I want everyone on board with this and all hands-on deck.”

“Boss, isn’t he with the rivals?” Taeyong turned his attention to Yuta to answer Jaemin’s curiosity.

The two members shared a silent agreement before Yuta turned towards the Dreamie.

“Our rivals are known as Lumidome. China’s most dominant mafia gang, and as a matter of fact, the gang that is holding all of China in the palm of their hand.”

“So, to answer your question, Jaem, yes. He’s with the rivals. And with the information we have, we need to be ready to get our boy back. We all know he would do the exact same for any one of us.” Taeyong stated, looking around the room to his family.

“How are we going to do that though…?” Mark’s question left the entire group silent. Even Taeyong who was still struggling to come up with a plan.

“Well… First I think we need to stop and think about what we need to get done around here. Yeah, 127, you’ve been cleaning up the place, and thank you.”

The members from 127 nodded their heads, bandanas wrapped around their heads as some wore gloves.

“Dreamies. Our security is slacking. We need you to keep looking out all around the building. If that means only 2 per exit, then so be it.”

Sehun gave a small glance to Mark. The younger member looked to him but gave a firm nod.

“We can do that.”

“Anything for the family right?” Haechan said, bowing a dramatic 90 degrees before he shot Taeyong a smile. The red head gave him a look before he turned his attention back to Mark and Sehun.

“I trust the two of you to be able to get everything figured out as soon as this meeting is over.” His eyes scanned the faces of each member. “Like I said, there is no way I’m going to stay for someone slacking off right now. This place is our home, and we’ve been invaded. We need every single member to do their darndest to make sure this place stays safe.”

“The place is much less happy without Johnny, so how are we gonna get him back?” Chen spoke up, his arm wrapped around Chanyeol’s shoulder as he leaned into the younger for support.

Chen’s leg was bandaged the best it could. The bleeding stopped once they arrived back home, and Chanyeol did everything in his power to keep him from losing anymore.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get all the hands-on deck to get him home. This place is number one priority though. Johnny would even agree. Now, Jaehyun.” Taeyong paused, looking to the member who had a tired but determined face.

“I want you to contact them. If you can’t, try to contact someone who has closer relations to them. Get them to meet up in Lotto City in a month. The city should be cleaned up by then, and if they don’t show up?” Taeyong paused. Every single member smiled, knowing exactly what his next words were.

“We’ll pay them the usual Korean greeting.” Taeyong declared, his voice low as he smirked.

Every single member howled, cheered in the idea of getting their own revenge on the ones who walked into their territory.

~~

The blurred vision slowly started to become clearer as Johnny was waking up. His entire body was stiff and sore. He felt as if his gut was being torn apart and his face felt swollen. With a quiet groan, he sat himself up.

He was still in the harbour, for the smell of water and seaweed filled his nose. But once he got a better look at what was around him, the realization of where he had struck him like lightning. Large metal bars circled him, with chicken wire blocking any way for him to get out. Johnny was stuck in a cage.

A soft hum was heard from around him. He struggled to get up on his feet but slammed his head into the top of the cage. With an audible groan, he knelt back down. His head started to throb.

“Son of a bitch…”

“Good morning kitten.” A familiar voice echoed from behind. Johnny’s entire core filled with rage. His entire body ached because of that damn voice. That damn man. He looked back to see the white-haired boy, sitting on a chair.

His eyes looked empty as he looked back at Johnny. It felt as if his entire being was just evil. Dressed in all black, he leaned forward to get a better look at the one caged. His knee started to bounce, which drove Johnny up the wall. What he hated about this man, was that he looked so weak and little, but was able to beat him to a pulp with ease.

Though the other man seemed so much more relaxed than Johnny, he still seemed to be on edge. As if he wasn’t finished with Johnny before he passed out. His hands were wrapped in bandages, meaning that even though Johnny was on the receiving end, he still hurt the white-haired man.

“Your pretty face will need a lot of healing… I don’t think you’ll look the same as you did before.” He taunted, leaning back in the chair only to cross his arms over his chest. Johnny growled as his glare shot glass shards to the other.

“I hate you.”

“Ouch… You haven’t even met me.” He said, putting a hand on his chest as if his entire being was hurt due to Johnny’s harsh words.

“I hate you.” Johnny snarled. His hands formed to fists, as he imagined sending a fist full right against that pretty face of his. He wanted nothing more than to see him on the ground, bleeding. He wanted this man to be in his position.

He knew for a certain Taeyong wouldn’t be happy about this situation, so maybe the leader would take some convincing to let him do what he pleases to that pretty face of the white-haired.

“Calm your eyes kitten,” The man stood and wandered closer to the cage. “there’s no way you’ll be getting out of here.”

Johnny spat at him, aiming for his face. The man jumped back, avoiding the spit before he gave Johnny a disappointed look.

“I was going to go easy on you, but now…” the man cooed, starting to walk around the cage. “I don’t think I want you.”

“Whatever your boss plans to do to Neozone, won’t get done. My boys are so much more powerful than you think they are.” Johnny snapped, rage seeping out of each word from his mouth.

“Then how can you explain the fact that you’re here?” The man said, kneeling down once again to get a good look at Johnny.

The look in the other’s eyes told Johnny that no one had come for him. No one had tried. With the smallest feeling of despair, he threw his fist into the chicken wire.

The man before him stood.

“Now, I’ve got orders to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t get out or hurt yourself. You’ve got yourself a bucket, and food will be brought to you. But you’ll have me as your company.”

“I’d rather rot alone thanks.” Johnny spat back. Spending more time than needed with this man, made Johnny think that the world was beating him up for no reason.

The man looked carelessly into Johnny’s honey-filled eyes.

“And I’d rather not smell it, but here I am.” Johnny’s entire mood was encased with rage. What he’d do to get this man in his spot, sitting in a cage with pain everywhere on his body.

“Was the blond your leader?”

“Why would I tell you that? Just so you can report it back to your ‘family’?”

“I swear!!” Johnny stood, keeping low as not to hit his head again. “You think of my family as a toy you’ll get destroyed by every single member in one sitting.”

The white-haired man smiled, seeming fully interested in the rage Johnny held hidden.

“Relax, kitten.”

“I’m not your damn kitten.”

The man sat back down on the chair he originally was sat in. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back. His eyes bored into Johnny’s soul. The empty eyes that told you nothing but years of torment.

“What happened to you?” Johnny questioned, unsure he wanted the actual answer so soon. He didn’t even know the man.

The white-haired paused, before pulling his attention away from him. The silence that came from the man answered Johnny’s question without words. The man had a past, and now here he was. But hell, everyone who is part of the mafia here had a past. Even Johnny.

“What should I call you then, Kitten?” the man asked, pulling the attention away from the silenced answer.

Johnny just shook his head as he sat back down in the cage.

“Forget about it. Call me whatever the hell you want. As long as I get to call you bastard each time.”

A smirk appeared against the white-haired man’s lips.

“Bastard huh? Xiao Jun. That’s my name. But bastard sounds fine too.”

~~

The room had fallen into a silence. Ten was in shock. Everything Taemin unloaded on him was a lot to take in. But he understood who Taeyong really was now. He understood why he would see Taemin walking around late at night. He understood everything now. Even the kidnapping.

Taemin sat uncomfortably in the silence. He was scared, nervous. His hands shook as he waited for Ten to say something. Anything at this point. He was always scared about losing the people closest to him and the idea of losing Ten buried a hole in his heart.

Ten could feel the uneasiness from the older man. He knew he was sitting in silence, an utter silence that could cause anyone’s anxiety to curl in on itself. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers together.

Many thoughts filled his head. What to say to Taemin. What to do next. He was wrapped up deeply in this situation now, there was no way he would be able to get out. His entire life goal could be burned in an ashtray because of this.

“How would I get out of this?” Was all he could bring himself to say.

“I… I’m not quite sure. No one’s really left the gang before.”

Ten looked at Taemin. He could see the eyes of pure fear. That’s when his heart started to throb. He felt so guilty for those words. Standing, he accompanied his friend. He took his hand and sighed.

“Then, if you’re wrapped up in this, I’m going to be just as deep as you.” He stated, looking at Taemin in the eyes. There was a wave of emotions that hit over Taemin.

His core felt as if it shriveled up but got restored. He worried about Ten a lot. His biggest worry was his reaction about what life he leads during the night. But this wasn’t any of the outcomes he imagined in his mind.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll join. I don’t know what to do exactly, or how any of this works, but I… I want to join you. I want to be able to call you my friend without worrying that you might think other wi-“

“You are my friend! You’re my best friend.” Taemin interrupted. He gripped Ten’s hand and looked at him. “I wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship.”

Ten was taken aback. He’s never had a friend this devoted to being there for him before. Yes, his sisters were a different situation, a completely different situation, but he believed that Taemin was going to stick with him from the first moment he met him.

As he took a deep breath, Ten pulled Taemin into another hug.

“I don’t want you to join just because you're worried about my friendship with you. You could get hurt and I don’t want you hurt.” The older muttered, his mind racing with the worry of everything horrible happening to Ten.

“And what about your life?” He looked at the younger member beside him. “Your career… Your family…”

“I never really had a family that supported me as much as you do. And, if I can finish university, then I can become your group nurse.” Ten stated, a small giggle behind his lips.

“Well… I think overall, we’ll need to get you a conversation with Taeyong before anything gets settled, as.. long as you're sure about it.”

The two sat in a silence that wasn’t as intense or anxiety inducing as before. Taemin fully understood if Ten didn’t want to actually join. It was a tough job, but he knew that everyone looks out for everyone.

Ten knew what he was considering was dangerous. He knew that even though Taemin was his best friend, he was also a completely different person behind the screen. What he was considering joining was a gang. The mafia, Korean mafia. Was he really going to join the mafia?

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with Taemin. He gave a small nod and Taemin felt a wave of relief but also worry hit his stomach.

Pulling his phone out, he saw the time and gasped.

“We have to go. Taeyong gets worried if he doesn’t know where we are for too long.” Taemin stood, pulling Ten up as well.

“Wait, wait. Taemin, can I still try to have a normal life in the day?” He asked, not realizing a small sound of panic in his tone.

“Don’t worry. Things will be fine.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the building. They waved a goodbye to Lisa before getting into a car which Taemin drove.

“Why, did you bring me here instead of ‘Neozone’?” Ten questioned, putting his seatbelt on.

“Neozone was under attack the other day… So, I didn’t want to worry anybody with bringing in a new face.”

“But aren’t you doing that now?”

“Can you stop making sense?” Taemin chuckled weakly. He glanced at the younger before he started the drive straight to Neozone. 

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Hell. (Lucifer Kris Wu/Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con and fucked up twisted shit. You are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

"Mmm…" She hummed and smiled, nuzzling into the much older man and inhaling his scent while he held her tight to his chest. "Oh… I should get going now~ I have class in an hour~" glancing at the clock on the bedside table, the girl sat up slowly with a pout.

"Get going?" Yifan chuckled at her before grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, clicking his tongue. "Nah… you'll stay here with me like my good toy now~" Y/n looked at him and giggled, taking the covers off to her to get out of bed.

"Chill dude… we just met like last night. Don't expect anything only because we fucked. You have a looooong way to go if you want to impress me…" Before she went to step off the bed but her hand was captured in Yifan's much bigger one.

"Impress you? Tsk. You're branded as my belonging now that I've fucked you, finally. You're mine now. Nobody and nothing can get you out of my world now, you're officially a satanist after you opened your legs for The Devil. You're nothing but my fuck toy now." His lips brushed against her ear as he chuckled to himself. "You don't have a choice."

Turning around to look at him, Y/n started struggling as she got creeped out. "U- Uh… okay… weirdo… I really gotta go now~" trying to back away, she tried to break out of his grip. Her friends were right. Maybe single older men really were fucking nutjobs.

"You're not going anywhere!" Yifan's complexion darkened before horns grew out of his temples whilst his hair turned white and back to its original length which was til his waistline. "I came up here looking for a new toy as the last one…" He sickly grinned. "Anyways. I've found you now and have decided that you'll be my little slut from now on." Y/n was shaking as his pupils disappeared, blank white eyes staring down at her now.

"O- Oh… m- my fucking G- God… n- no way…" She whispered, only causing the man to laugh at her. "H- Holy fucking shit-" she was cut off when everything around them started to disappear, as of they were standing in a tornado, their surroundings starting to spin before getting distorted to the point where Y/n's human mind couldn't decipher it anymore.

"Welcome to your new house, my pet." Yifan mightily spoke when it finally stopped and they were standing in a dark hall now that was illuminated by an unknown source. "There's only one rule for little slaves like you. Behave well, get treated well." The man- fucking Devil's voice was so much deeper and inhuman now, his tall frame growing even more as well as expanding.

"T- This can't be real… th- this can't be real!" Y/n shook as she looked around, her senses numbed whilst she knelt in front of him, the shock too much for her legs to still work.

"Tsk. It is real. Very real. Since the beginning of time. And now you're a part of it." His teeth seemed sharp, almost like fangs.

"They're awaiting you in the court, Father." Y/n jumped when she heard an even more inhuman voice from behind, making her gasp and stagger towards Yifan when she looked back at the abomination of a creature standing behind her, staring at Yifan through its plain black eyes.

It was a literally mutilated half bull and half human looking thing. Her head was spinning.

"I don't condone a pathetic little human like you being disrespectful to my people!" A harsh kick landed in her side, making her groan in pain. "Pathetic fucking slaves like you show respect and please their owners. Tsk. Apologize!" He boomed while glaring down at the shaking human, expecting her to just suck up the fact that her one night stand had turned out to be The fucking Devil and had brought her to Hell. "Apologise, I said!" A whip appeared in his hand before he controlled her mind, making her get on all fours while crawling to the creature that was waiting silently. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Before the whip made of lightning whipped her back, making a whole jolt go down her back.

"I am sorry! I am s- sorry, Master! P- Please forgive me!" The girl shook while crying, the mind control forcing her to kiss the creature's animal-like feet. "I didn't m- mean to-! Please!" When Yifan landed another whip, she cried out in agony, holding the creature's feet desperately.

It only nodded in response, silently saying something in a language of whispers and hissed she didn't understand before it left.

"Good slut." Since her ass was in perfect view, Yifan kicked it from behind, making her let out an embarrassing yelp before he grabbed her hair. "Now. Let's go and introduce you in court." Starting to walk swiftly, the Devil basically dragged her against the rough floors by her hair, his own feet in the air, almost.

It wasn't long before they reached two huge doors made of gold which instantly opened for Yifan, a huge courtroom like that of a king inside. Y/n felt her heart beat getting even more erratic when The Devil started to drag her inside, causing her knees to start getting torn now, all the creatures standing on either sides almost impossible to decipher by a human mind.

"This, my people, is my new toy and slave!" Lucifer announced as his people cheered, letting go of Y/n's hair in the middle of the court and ascending up the stairs and onto his throne, sitting like the royalty that he was. "But this pathetic little human here thinks she can deny me and disrespect our kind!" Everyone let out angry hisses and groans, speaking in that one language she didn't understand, making her let out a sob.

"We must teach her a lesson now, shouldn't we?!" Everyone cheered in response, rushing to the screaming girl when their Ruler nodded at them, pulling and pushing at the smaller body from every direction. Y/n wanted to call out for help to no one in particular but her tongue froze upon The Devil's power.

The human was on the verge of knocking out but she couldn't, forced to take all the slaps, pushes, pulls, pokes and abuse. Yifan laughed like a maniac. "Now now, don't touch her little privates. That's mine~" her slits closed up. "Take her elsewhere until I am done with court, we have important business to do here~" and with that, those creatures dragged her out of court.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't run, she couldn't knock out and she couldn't die.

.

"That's enough!" After what felt like days of turmoil, Lucifer finally stopped those creatures that had destroyed Y/n's body again and again only for it to heal again. "Come here now…" Grabbing at her arm, he pulled her up to her feet as her slits opened up again, gesturing at everyone to leave before he looked down at her. “Have you learned?” The human had no choice but to nod in desperation, ready to do anything to not go through the turmoil those God forbidden creatures put her through.

“Good.” Before her brain could decipher any of it, they were standing in a huge room and a heavy door was shutting behind them, The Devil throwing her naked form on the bed before his own clothes disappeared. “See, I am not a bad Master, my slave” crawling on top of her, he deeply spoke before kissing her cheek and then her soft lips. “Not at all… I take well care of my toys and play with them all the time but…” Dipping his middle finger in her mouth, Yifan picked her up and closer to him by snaking an arm around her waist, plunging his middle finger in her pucker and making her cry out wordlessly as she couldn't use her tongue.

"But for good treatment you must show good behavior, my little toy…" Kissing her lips harshly, he tortured her asshole before his red and hot tail slipped in, replacing his finger as he kissed and bit at her tits now. "Fuck… you're so tight and soft" Yifan grunted and rubbed his balls against her soft folds, healing her hymen back up just so she could bleed when he plunged his huge cock in, moaning even more when he felt it's shape in her stomach.

The human wanted to struggle and scream but instead let out moans under compulsion, her body betraying her mind and making her try to ride him more and more, the shape of his manhood very clear to see. Y/n hated how good her pussy felt because of his compulsion.

"You like this, don't you, my little pet? Tsk. Look at you! Being raped by The fucking Devil and enjoying it!" He smacked her cheek before gripping it and kissing her deeper, pushing his tongue in her mouth and entering it in her throat, gripping her neck and feeling it, moaning loudly in satisfaction while pumping his cock in and out of her pussy whilst his tail toyed with her ass.

"Look at you! Shaking and crying like a needy little slut!" Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her head and licked at her tears with his now long Devil tongue, thrusting harder and harder, her holes expanding more and more when the girth of his cock and tail was increased by him.

"That's right. You're mine! My toy! My little slave! That's all you are and will ever be good for! Fuck!" The human couldn't help but helplessly nod and moan. She was powerless.

And Yifan wasn't done just yet. They had a long way to go before he'd be satisfied for the day.

[kpop---scenarios]

Torn Between Two

Part One! 

Demon! Kris Wu x Demon! Kim Jongin x Reader 

Warning: Smut

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A/N: Hope you enjoy! @uwu-yifan​

Do you ever get the feeling there are eyes on you, but no one is around? You hear whispers in the wind but tell yourself you’re hearing things? Do you ever dream about two handsome strangers that you’ve never seen before? You didn’t always, but in the last few months, you’ve dreamt of the same two insanely attractive men. The two men with black eyes, one with white hair and one with grey hair. Everyday that you woke up, you felt the urge to know them more and more. You wanted to meet them, touch them and know they’re real and not just something you conjured up in dreamland. Most of the time by noon, you’d already forgotten about the men in your dreams and focused on your day and the man you had been seeing, Chanyeol. Chanyeol was nice, tall, funny, polite and not to mention the muscles. He was a little nicer than you usually went for but you decided to give him a chance after he begged you to give him one and you had to admit you were glad you did. You were having a lot of fun with him but you weren’t planning on having anything really serious with him. And because you weren’t serious with him, you didn’t tell him about your dreams, or your lust for two men you didn’t know, or the fact that you fantasized about both of them while Chanyeol was fucking you. Did you feel bad? Of course. Were you going to stop? Absolutely not. The way they touched you in your dreams, the way they made you moan, the way they could make you cum, woke you up, panting and agonizing for more. That’s part of the reason you said yes to Chanyeol as well.. when you woke up in the middle of the night, horny as all hell, you were able to call him to come help you out, which was better than doing it yourself. After you and Chanyeol were finished, he usually left because you had to get up for work, even though he tried to stay over a few times but you refused. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, even though you’d told him before that you didn’t want anything serious, he was adamant on changing your mind which wasn’t going to work. ** On Friday Chanyeol had called you to ask you if you wanted to go to a concert with him that night, you didn’t have anything else to do so you agreed. After work, you went home to shower and get ready for your outing with Chanyeol. He was taking you to see Jay Park, who was one of your favorite rappers. You had decided to wear tight black ripped jeans, along with a white crop top, your hair down and your make up dark and smokey. Chanyeol picked you up at 8pm, on the dot. He was never late to pick you up, being punctual was something he was very proud of. ** Arriving at the venue, the two of you managed to get a spot near the centre of the stage. After Chanyeol had made sure that you were okay, he left to get you two  few drinks. He returned just seconds before the show started, with three drinks for you and one for him, since he wasn’t much of a partier anyways, but he knew you liked to have fun. A few hours into the concert you yell to Chanyeol that you’re going to attempt to find a bathroom, he nodded as you turned around. Your eyes scanned over the crowd, but landed on two very familiar faces. Your eyes went wide as you see the two men you had been dreaming about for months. You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You see one whispering in the others ear before they both turn to look at you, their faces straight. You close your eyes and shake your head before opening your eyes again in hopes that it was all your imagination, but it wasn’t. The two men still stood there, now smirking at you. The taller one with grey hair licked his lips as he looked your body up and down. The one with white hair gave you a sly wink along with his smirk. Both of them soaking your panties immediately. Chanyeol turns his head seeing you still standing there and asks you what you’re doing. You look at him quickly to answer but you turn your head back to look at the men who had now vanished. You stood there for a moment, wondering if what you had seen was all in your head or if they had actually been there? “Are you going to the bathroom?” Chanyeol asks. “Oh, uh yeah. I’ll be right back" you say, shaking your head before moving through the tight crowd of people. After you finish, you stand in front of the mirror, thinking about the two men you saw. You were sure that they had been there, but if they really were, how did they vanish so quickly. You drop your head down, giving it another small shake before you sigh. “What the fuck is wrong with me" you groan. “I think you’re absolutely perfect” you hear a man's voice purr. Your head shoots up, looking into the corner of the bathroom, there stands one of the men, the one with white hair. “just breathtaking” he smirks, walking towards you. “You" you whisper. “Me" he chuckles. “Kai" he says, introducing himself. “and you’re Y/N. The absolutely ravishing woman that has caught mine and my brothers attention" he says, standing before you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You can’t say anything, it’s as if your entire body is frozen in his presence. “Kai" you hear another man growl. “You weren’t supposed to approach her alone" he says, his voice deep and dark, like Kai's. “Ah my dear brother Kris seems to be a bit jealous" Kai chuckles, turning away from you to face his brother. As soon as Kai stepped away from you, you felt like you could move and breathe again, until his brother stepped in front of you. You were frozen again, your eyes looking into his black eyes that were void of emotion. “Such a pretty little thing you are" Kris whispers, stroking your face much like Kai. “She really is" Kai agrees. “Quite naughty too, as we’ve seen" Kris slyly whispers, the comment going unnoticed to you. “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” you hear Chanyeol banging on the door. Kris steps away from you, allowing you to breathe and speak again. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. I’ll be out in a second.” You shout. “Ahh, your little boyfriend.” Kris sighs. “We’ll be seeing you soon, baby girl" he winks. “Tonight in your dreams" Kai smiles, and like nothing happened, they’re both gone. With shaky hands you open the door to see a worried Chanyeol on the other side. “What happened?” he asks. “I ran into an old friend and lost track of time. I’m sorry" you say. “Can you take me home please?” you ask. Chanyeol nods his head and guides you from the venue to his car. On the way he asks you again, if he could stay over tonight. You couldn’t really come up with a reason to say no, since you didn’t work tomorrow, and you couldn’t really say ‘there are two sexy men coming to visit me in my dreams' so you reluctantly agreed. You wondered though, how were they able to come to you in your dreams? It actually terrified you a little bit, made you think the worst of what they could be. Ghosts? That’s a possibility. You couldn’t imagine vampires or werewolves could he real.. or could they? Maybe they were warlocks? Your mind was spinning with the amount of possibilities of what they could be. So much so, you hadn’t heard a word that Chanyeol had said to you on the entire ride home. When you finally came too, you heard the last part of what he was talking about before starting to talk about something else you’ve explicitly told him wasn’t happening. “.. say that when you meet my mom.” He laughs. “Then when you quit your job, you’re able to stay home in the new house we get together” he says. Before you can say anything, he pulls into the parking garage of your apartment complex, you dreaded agreeing to allow him to stay over, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him to go home, so you just went with it. The moment you unlocked your front door, you took your shoes off and made your way to the kitchen. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge you gulped it down almost as quickly as you opened it, and Chanyeol stood there shocked, yet impressed. “Wow" he laughed. “Impressive.” “Ha, yeah. I’m not really feeling the greatest” you tell him, hoping he’ll offer to leave. Unfortunately you’re not that lucky. “It’s okay, let’s go to bed and you can get some sleep.” He smiled. You forced a natural smile back at him before dragging your feet to your bedroom. You wanted to go to sleep, you had so many questions for Kai and Kris, but you didn’t want to be sleeping next to Chanyeol when they came. Clearly you didn’t have a choice, since you looked back at Chanyeol who was undressing, leaving himself in his boxers before climbing into your bed with a smile. He patted the side of the bed next to him, wanting you to come over and get in with him. You went in your closet to put on your ugliest pair of pajamas before hopping into your bed, with your back turned to Chanyeol. He snickered as he scooted himself closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face into your hair. You automatically rolled your eyes without even trying. Chanyeol fell asleep rather quickly, while you laid awake, unable to sleep with the heat radiating from his large body and the dead weight of his arm practically crushing your ribs. You decided to attempt to wiggle your way from his grasp, trying to not wake him up. You managed to squirm your way out of his death grip and slide your body off the bed like a worm. You sat on the floor for a second to catch the breath you were holding. Finally you stand up, creeping your way to the kitchen, needing some water to still quench your thirst from earlier. Glancing at the clock, it reads 2:48am and you sigh. You were tired, but you couldn’t sleep. The anticipation of seeing them again made your body flutter with excitement, but also with fear. As you turn to leave the kitchen, you bump into a hard chest of a man. Your first thought was that it was Chanyeol, but then you remembered he was shirtless and you could still hear his snoring from the other room. “Mhm, your boyfriend is here?” he growls. Looking up you see the black eyes and unimpressed face of Kris. “He’s never stayed here before" he says, his eyes staring straight across the kitchen to your bedroom. “He wouldn’t stop pestering me to stay over. And he’s not my boyfriend." you whisper. “You should have told him to fuck off" You hear from behind you. Turning your head you see Kai standing almost against your back with Kris standing in front of you. You feel so small between the two of them. “You’re not serious about him, are you now baby?” Kris asks, his black eyes now on you. “N-no. I told him I don’t want anything serious with him but he keeps pushing" you whisper. “Pushing how?” Kris asks, cocking his head to the side. “Just doing things a boyfriend would do that I don’t want from him.” You say. “He keeps trying to bring up meeting families, moving in together, trying to get me to quit my job. It’s making me start to feel uncomfortable.” You admit, the truth flowing from your mouth like word vomit. “Would you like us to take care of him?” Kai breathes. “Yes" you huff, before you were even able to process what he asked. “Wait? Get rid of him or like kill him?” you ask. “He hasn’t technically done anything for us to murder him. We could get in trouble for that since it isn’t his time." Kai says. “..although we’d like too" Kris murmurs under his breath. “Unless you’d like us to murder him..?” Kai asks. “No, no murdering please.” You say. Kai pouts for a second before he and Kris develop evil grins on their faces, as if they know what each other is thinking. “I like it. Good idea.” Kai tells Kris with a sinister look on his face. “What idea? Neither of you said anything? I’m so confused.” you huff. “No worries baby, we’re just going to take care of the love sick puppy in there. It’s going to be slow, but in about a week you won’t have an issue with him anymore" Kris tells you. “What are you?” you ask, stepping out from in between the two. “Do you want to know?” Kai asks. Did you want to know? Would you regret it? “Yes" you admit. “We’re demons.” Kai says. “Demons? Like from hell?” you asks, not really sure how to feel   “Correct.” Kris answers. “So what do you want from me?” you ask. “Why do you even know me? Why is any of this happening to me?” “Do you want to take this one? Or should I?” Kai asks Kris. “I’ll do it" Kris chuckles. “You remember that party you were at a few months ago, at your friend Jisoo's house?” “Yeah..” you say, thinking back to the party that was almost six months ago. “You said, and I quote ‘I’d sell my soul for some bomb ass dick'" Kris tells you. Instantly the memory hits you like a ton of bricks. You did say that. “Okay?” You say. “That's us. We’re the bomb ass dick you’ve been seeking, we just need your soul" Kai smiles. “I don’t want to give my soul up" you whisper, feeling more scared now then you have been. “We don’t want it now.” Kris says, glaring at Kai. “Originally we did, but the more we watched you and kept tabs on you, the more we just wanted to find out more about you.” “You’re quite captivating, you know?” Kai smirks. “What do you want from me?” you ask. “There’s nothing we want from you. We just want you.” Kris tells you. “Want me? Like want to take me? Want to hurt me? What?” you ask. Kai chuckles. “No love. We want to be with you” “Both?” Kris nods his head. “At like the same time?” “No. We figure the best way is to each date you and then in the end it will ultimately be your decision who you want to be with.” Kris says. “What if I choose neither of you?” “Then you don’t choose us.” Kai shrugs. “Obviously we hope you will choose one of us but we can’t force you, as much as we’d like too" Was this real? Or were you dreaming? Did you actually have two extremely sexy men wanting you? Wanting to prove to you that they would be the best fit for you? You had to pinch yourself to believe it. “Ow" you hiss, knowing full well that you’re definitely awake. “Just had to make sure I was awake" you say to the two man staring at you, concerned. “Y/N?” you hear a groggy voice from the bedroom. “Ugh”. You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll take care of him. See you soon" Kris winks before they both disappear. A groggy Chanyeol comes shuffling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing?” he yawns. “Its like 4am" “Yeah I can’t sleep" you say, turning to go towards your bedroom. “I can help with that" he chuckles. “I’m okay. Stomach still hurts" you say crawling into your bed. Chanyeol crawls next to you, snuggling against you. This time, you fall asleep, having pleasant dreams about Kris and Kai. Whereas Chanyeol, began to have nightmares. He tossed and turned in his sleep as what he could only describe as demons, chased him relentlessly through the crowded streets. Chanyeol continuously turned his head, seeing if they were still following him and no matter where he turned, there they were. “Hey buddy" one of them yelled, eyes glued to Chanyeol. “Stop" Chanyeol halted, feeling as if his feet were glued to the pavement. “W-what do you want?” Chanyeol stutters. “Stay the fuck away from Y/N" Kai snaps. “You don’t want to see what will happen to you if you don’t listen.” Kris growls, his eyes turning black. Chanyeol bolts up in bed, his body soaked in sweat. He looks over at your peaceful sleeping body before getting out of bed quietly and getting dressed. Chanyeol takes one last glance at you before quickly but quietly bolting for the door. A few hours later, Kris sneakily pops himself into your room, his cock hard, needing to get off. He laid on your bed in between your legs in your dream, his tongue licking a long strip up your pussy. "Mhm, tasting as good as I imagined." He smirks. Kris wraps his lips around your clit, harshly sucking. Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches. He places a hand on your stomach, pressing you back down into the mattress without any effort. Before you have a chance to cum, Kris removes his head from in between your legs, licking his lips as he looks at you. "It's going to be quick baby, I gotta get back." He smiles, unbuckling his belt. You watch intensely as he pulls his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It's bigger than you imagined, thicker too. You can see his precum leaking from his tip. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him but you know you'll have to save it for another day. Kris lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you, stretching you out completely. "Fuck" you hiss, your eyes already rolling into the back of your head. "That's right baby, take my cock" he growls, pulling out of you before slamming himself back inside. You can't help but moan loudly, practically screaming as Kris continues to fuck you. "You take it so well." He growls, placing his finger in between your lips to rub your clit. "Cum quick baby." You clench yourself around him, his cock and fingers working like magic as your orgasm builds extremely quick. "Fuck" you cry out as pleasure shoots through your body, your orgasm completely taking over. "That's right baby." Kris grunts, yearning for his own release. "Shit.." He cries, cumming inside of you, his warm liquid coating your walls. Kris pulls out of you, as you chest heaves, attempting to catch your breath. He walks to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finishes, you fall asleep almost immediately to the sound of him humming to you. ** Waking up in the morning, you're relieved to feel the spot next to you is empty, and your apartment is quiet, meaning Chanyeol must have taken off extremely early. You smile as you stretch out in your bed, only to feel the side next to you now weighed down. Turning your head you carefully peel one eye open, to be met with the face of a smiling Kai laying beside you. "Morning" he says in a low voice. "Busy night?" He asks. "I can smell Kris' scent on you baby, and you know what that means, I need to replace his smell with my own." He smirks.

[kpoppwriter]

First Time with Kris Wu

Anon asked: Can I have a first time with Kris Wu please?

Anon asked: NSFW yifan👏🏼NSFW yifan👏🏼 (please?❤️)

So I’ve done this before but specifically for a male reader so this one will be for a female reader. You can find the male reader one here!

☆ so first time with daddy Kris

☆ he would be more nervous than he let on

☆ he’d seem all cool and collected

☆ but he’s 10000% not ok

☆ so the actual doing

☆ it was kinda planned

☆ and by that I mean Kris planned on it but you didn’t know

☆ he cleaned up real nice 

☆ and made his bed all nice too

☆ he was prepared

☆ he got all the necessities in the drawer by his bed

☆ wrap your ding-alings kiddos

☆ he’d start easy with just making out

☆ letting you escalate things if you wanted

☆ he’s a grabby guy so he’d be grabbing and stroking exposed skin

☆ slowly stripping you and himself

☆ he wouldn’t be too rough with you the first time

☆ unless you asked like I did my first time😂

☆ he might go down on you to warm you up if you want

☆ now for the actual penetration

☆ he gonna give you time to get comfy before even inserting anything

☆ then when he does

☆ he’ll ask you a thousand times whether you’re ok 

☆ he wants to make sure you’re not in pain 

☆ he’d listen to you the whole time

☆ and make sure you’re comfortable the whole way through

☆ just because the first time is slow 

☆ doesn’t mean the times after will be ;)

[fishylife]

Back to Field Season 5, Episode 12

- Nomnomnom

- One of the people who wrote letters was an X-back and Huang Lei asked Yixing why his fans were called Beike, which means shells. Yixing was like because they’re hard/tough, which is something I didn’t know lol.

- The name of this book is “if you can’t lead a team then you can only work to death” and He Jiong was laughing at how aggressive the title was XD

- Yixing went to read the book because we know how these days he’s into learning how to be a good CEO. Also he has been working to death so maybe if he learns to lead a team he can live a longer life lmao.

- Huang Lei was helping to fix a small table to a wall, but he backed out afterwards being like “I’m leading so I won’t work myself to death” as per the title of this book lol.

- Not gonna lie, organizing books seems like a really fun job. First of all, I love organizing things. But as they were organizing the books, they would comment on the books that were there, or recommend some favourites.

- Yixing, Pengpeng, and Meimei went to greet the kids at the dock. After they left Huang Lei was like “where is that book about teams that Yixing was reading?” Turns out Yixing stole it for the road lol.

- He continued reading it on the boat.

- ASDJFKL; THE WU YIFAN PART. One of the kids in the group was called Wu Yifan. I can’t believe they let this air lol. (I believe this aired right before mid-July when his situation really blew up though)

- Look at Pengpeng’s face though. He was like “!!! Are we allowed to talk about this?!?!??!!”

- Basically this Wu Yifan kid just wanted to go home. Yixing was like “do you like to read?” and he was like no. And then he asked him if he liked candy and he was like no. What a tough customer.

- They were trying to tell the kids about the opening of the library but the kids just kept talking haha. And then Pengpeng was like “Ultraman is gonna be there! Do you like Ultraman?” And the kids went wild lol.

- Anyway the three were giving the kids candy and letting them know about the library’s opening. One of the kids went back to get another lollipop for their mom uwu.

- They were passing by the kids going home as they rode back on their bikes. It was so cute.

- This granny was carrying vegetables herself so the kids offered to drop her off where she needed to be.

- There was a tape covering the stove because they were temporarily not allowed to use it. Now they’re allowed to, so they took off the tape, but Huang Lei turned it into a sash and whoever wears it is allowed to do nothing lmfao.

- Everybody was required to sit with the guests for 10 minutes each and they were like bro lol. (I think they’re both writers, if I remember correctly)

- He Jiong asked Yixing to explain what the book was about and he went on this huge spiel lol.

- Zhi An was like but you have to take a look at who the author is and whether they’re a good businessperson and team leader and Shi Hang was like they definitely aren’t because why would they be writing books if they were such a successful boss? XD

- He Jiong, Zhi An, and Shi Hang were talking so much and Yixing was just like, oh, who to listen to? So cute haha.

- The authors asked Yixing whether he would cry while he read books and he said no. But then Zhi An was like he read these non-fiction books, why would he cry? Lmao.

- Huang Lei, Yixing, and Pengpeng stayed at the Mushroom house while the others went to the library to fix up some signs and things. Huang Lei asked Yixing what he got from this show, since it was nearing its close. As expected, Yixing said he learned a lot but Huang Lei was like okay besides learning though? (I’m glad that Huang Lei asked him this because Yixing is the kind of person who only thinks in terms of inputs and outputs. Boy doesn’t know how to enjoy life, and that’s what this show is about. Just learning to go with the flow. Sometimes things are out of your control and that’s fine. You just learn to live alongside it.)

- Huang Lei asked him about his friendship with Pengpeng. They'd only met like once before, but we saw that they got together very well in this show. I think part of this is because Pengpeng himself is very relaxed.

- Shi Hang brought a lot of books for kids!

- Zhi An brought his own books that he’d written.

- Huang Lei said that Yixing had eaten a lot that day. Shi Hang was like “it’s because he’s eating for the rest of his team” XD

- Yixing asked for recommendations on books for light reading. Zhi An had so much trouble making a recommendation and the other dudes were giving him so much shit for it lol. Zhi An asked Yixing for his interests because it’s hard to make a recommendation if you don’t know what the other person likes and Shi Hang and He Jiong were like IT DOESN’T MATTER> Shi Hang made a recommendation about a book that was about zoos, because he felt it was relevant to the teamwork book Yixing had been reading earlier. Zhi An thought it was a bit eccentric. (I don’t think he meant it in a bad way though, I think Zhi An meant that he didn’t have any books to recommend that were like that) And then Huang Lei was like oh what about The Three Body Problem and Zhi An was like ehh I don’t know lmfao. (I agree, I don’t consider the Three Body Problem to be light reading. It’s definitely heavy) So basically the dudes were like Zhi An you’re being too difficult! I understand Zhi An though. If somebody asked me some recommendations for light reading I literally only have like one book I would recommend because I wouldn’t consider the other books I liked to be light reading.

- Zhi An finally recommended a book called 人生的因素, and I looked up the English name for it, which is simply Collected Short Stories of W. Somerset Maugham. Maybe I should check it out. Anyway, Zhi An’s advice was that the point of light reading is that the book should be an enjoyable experience first and foremost, and you needn’t worry whether the book has a good message or not.

- The kid Wu Yifan comes back lmao, he’s one of the first kids who arrives at the library (did they do this on purpose??). Anyway, looks like this kid is one of those who cannot be controlled lol. Huang Lei had to call out to him because he’d ran past their house.

- One of the kids asked He Jiong if he was a celebrity and he was like “no, we aren’t, we just live over at the mushroom house!” My guess is that he’s trying not to intimidate the kids, and also because kids shouldn’t have to think about stuff like celebrity and fame at such a young age. But also, imagined if there was a house in your village consisting of two dads and three kids with all different surnames XD That would be so hilarious.

- Anyway, all the kids are here! For some reason it makes me coo when friends hold hands. It’s probably because I’m a touch-starved North American.

- This little boy got hurt on the way running there and Huang Lei went full dad mode being like 沒事,沒事, don’t cry. Later he helped him put iodine on his cut.

- Here’s the audience. Yes, that is Huang Bo sitting with the kids.

- Shi Hang and Zhi An were explaining to the kids what kind of books there are in the library. Shi Hang is so good at speaking to the kids.

- Pengpeng was a bit nervous as the MC haha. He was a little jumpy, and you can see the nervousness because he smiles a lot (I do that too).

- Yixing on the other hand is a surprisingly good MC, but he’s had years and years of variety experience so this doesn’t surprise me. Anyway he set up a game for the kids where they would look for a specific book.

- Special guest ULTRAMAN!!!!

- Wu Kai and Liu Xiaoyi put on a puppet show for the kids, which was kind of cute. It included some interaction with the audience, which is great for kids.

- Double entertainment where Yixing is in charge of ice cream dispensing, and Huang Bo organized a game for the kids that would determine their line up order for the ice cream.

- After the event, some of the kids stayed at the library to read and draw and write, and it was very cute. One of the kids was like “Zifeng Jiejie don’t go!!” But Zifeng was like “I have to go home!” It was cute haha.