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strawberryya · 1 month

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fancy you

seungcheol x reader

synopsis: you don't like losing, but you do like to tease your best friend. you also like your best friend, in a "more than friends" way. so what are you supposed to do when he starts asking you about how you feel?

word count: 4.8k

genre/contains: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, banter and teasing, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of nicknames/petnames, stressful feelings and confessions, gn!reader, afab!reader, (lmk if I forgot anything)

rating: 18+

a/n: thank you my lovely zeta @multi-kpop-fanfics for telling me its not trash <3333

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"So how do you feel about me?"

Out of all the things you were expecting him to say in the time you and he had been friends, this was the one you dreaded the most. But why the hell did he have to do this right now??

Well, maybe you should’ve been more prepared for this moment. If you were honest with yourself you had partially brought it on yourself… maybe the nicknames hadn’t been the ingenious plan you had thought it was after all. And maybe you desperately needed him to ask, so that something could finally happen.

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“Sooooo, what’s the plan for the weekend Scoups?” you ask as you catch up with your bestie on your way to class.

“Please, why do you call me that?? Do I look like a scoop of ice cream to you?” he groans out and looks at you while you laugh at how quickly you had managed to rile him up this morning.

“Yes. You look sweet and delicious.” you deadpan, looking straight into his eyes.

He freezes for a moment, scanning your face to tell if you’re joking or seriously just called him delicious looking, but he quickly realizes that you were indeed joking when you burst out laughing at your own joke, and he shakes his head in a disapproving manner and sets his gaze back on the road where you’re walking while shoving his hands into the pockets of his long coat.

“Oh c’mon! It’s a little bit funny, and by the way, you are the one that decided to name yourself that as your fake rapper name anyhow!” you say and nudge him in the side to get him to loosen up.

He looked back to you with a frown on his face, “I am well aware of that ‘Lil king potato’, which by the way is a much worse name if I’m being honest, but it’s been like two years since then, you need to step up your game and find a new one,” he says as he continues walking a bit too fast for you to comfortably keep up.

“Okay, okay, I admit, it’s not the greatest name… I should renew my nicknames for you.” you agree while inserting your arm into the space between his arm and his body, clinging onto him as you walk through the multicolored leaves covering the ground. “What do you think about darling,” you say in a theatrical tone, “or maybe honey would fit you better?”

You giggle a bit, seeing Seungcheols face turn into even more of a frown as he listens to your teasing. His arm tensing up at the sound of the endearments was only egging you on at this point, and you press yourself closer to his arm before you gasp, “No, wait! I know - sugarplum! That’s the one right?! It’s perfect for you,” you snicker as you tease.

You almost get whiplash from the way your body is flung back when the arm you’re attached to comes to a sudden full stop, and you’re still a bit dazed when he unlinks your arms only to place his hands in a firm grip on the sides of your arms, “Dear god! Whatever you do, DO NOT call me sugarplum!” he pleads as he squeezes your shoulders in desperation.

“Calm down Cheol, I won’t call you sugarplum if you hate it that much,” you say with a roll of your eyes before you giggle and he lets you return to walking next to him and once again linking your arm with his to keep up, “but returning to my actual question: what are we doing this weekend, darling,” you ask, pronouncing the endearment as cutesy as you could manage to muster up.

“Whatever you want, don’t really have any plans,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, “but I swear, if you’re gonna keep doing that I will be forced to retaliate, and we all know you aren’t the best loser,” he chuckled, his tone half threatening and half simply teasing, “and you would lose if I began to play and you know it,” he added, while turning his head away from you, hiding the small smirk that had appeared on his lips as he said this.

“I’d like to see you try sweetie,” you said, trying to hide the way you tensed up at the thought of him possibly calling you by endearments or flirting with you to get back at you. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t be stopping this newfound way of teasing him any time soon.

Since the very first day on campus, you had been friends with Choi Seungcheol. The kind-hearted, broad-shouldered, and all-around lovable Choi Seungcheol. You had gone through heartbreaks that made the world feel like it was broken and never would be the same again, dozens of mindnumbing nights of essay writing next to each other for courses that meant little to nothing in the long run, and so many dumb fights that neither of you could recall half of them at this point. But through all of that, you still stuck by each other, remaining friends and teasing each other through all of life’s obstacles.

Because even though Seungcheols favorite pastime was bugging you with remarks on how much better he had done on his own tests, or how much you freaked out when you spoke to your crush after weeks of fawning over them to him but being too nervous to actually do anything about it, or bringing up how much you had been drunk-crying outside of the club the night before, or literally anything that he found he could get you riled up or embarrassed about. Yes, because even though he did all of that, he was still your absolute best friend in the entire world. Nobody was there for you the way he was there for you. Nobody cared about all the small details of your life as much as he did (even if it’s only to tease you about it later). And nobody would ever make you feel as safe and loved as he did every single day.

Each time you get to the point where you feel like murdering the man, you bring yourself back by reminding yourself of the things he does that aren’t making you feel like violence isn’t that bad. For example: when you’re passed out drunk and he is the one that carries you home and makes sure you don’t die, sitting up with you for hours as you throw up or pass out on your back instead of on your side so he has to flip you over so as to not have you choke before morning. Or all those times when you’ve been one test away from failing a class and he sits for hours studying with you for a test that he’s not even going to take, just making sure you pass the test. And all those nights when you can’t sleep and you call him to just hear his voice and he comes over with a warm embrace and pats you on the head until you fall asleep.

However, it is vital to never forget that he most certainly will tease you about it for the foreseeable future and you will simply have to put up with it because you would do the same if he was the one doing stupid shit at the same pace as you. And to be honest, you do the same any chance you get, teasing him for being too nervous to ask his own crushes out, or for falling asleep on top of the textbook during a study session, and never letting him live his own drunken mishaps down until you yourself have forgotten about them in favor of a new one.

And now you had been running around all night, calling him every pet name you could possibly come up with, seeing both him and every single one of your friends begin to question their entire lives over what you meant by it; knowing you were a bad actor and horrible at lying but somehow able to call your close friend “sweetie” and “babe” while maintaining a relatively straight face.

Even though there had always been this something between the two of you, you never thought he would ever do anything about it, and you certainly wouldn’t put your friendship or your self-respect on the line while confessing only for him to reject you and create the possibility of losing that relationship.

Losing had never been a strong point in your personality, and you sure as hell wouldn’t lose that easily. But now he was here, practically asking you what you two were, questioning what you felt for him, and all you could think was that you needed to play it cool, and definitely not give away just how terrified you were at that moment. You felt like a deer in headlights, unable to escape and simply seeing your life flash by while waiting for the inevitable crash awaiting you, right there in the kitchen of your empty dorm where you had ended up after your night out with friends.

"So how do you feel about me?"

"I’m, fond of you," you say, faking a calm aura the best you could.

Seungcheol only shifts in his seat at this, folding his arms over one another and cocking an eyebrow before questioning your response, "Fond of me?"

"Mhmm, very," you say, nodding and avoiding any and all eye contact, knowing it might break your defenses down faster than you could say ‘Choi Seungcheol is so fucking hot’.

"Fond of me… such fancy words you're using today. Well, do you want to know how I feel about you?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, he’s playing with you. He is definitely trying to mess with your head, and you cannot let him win. This is just revenge for teasing him all night - do NOT give in, you continued to repeat to yourself in your mind.

"Alright if you feel the need to tell me… I guess I wouldn’t mind," you say, trying to play it cool by being nonchalant and dismissive.

"Oh okay then your not interested to know if I’m fond of you back then?"

"Not really," you shrugged.

You lied, and it was obvious that you did. Anyone would be able to tell by the way you couldn’t keep your eyes focused on anything, let alone his face as he spoke and stared right at you. And on top of that, the way you kept fiddling with your nails told on you, making Seungcheol the slightest bit more confident. At least confident enough to continue saying what he was about to say.

"Then you don’t want to know how infatuated I am with you?"

This caught your attention. You looked up with huge eyes, meeting their eyes while they searched your face for a reaction.

"Oh, infatuated… just infatuated?" you asked, letting the curiosity win over you before you could stop yourself.

"Hmm, I feel great affection for you if that is better?"

His words were playful, and the way he smirked at the corner of his mouth when your eyes flickered up to meet his, confirmed that he was definitely teasing you, at least a little bit.

"Ah, you are ‘infatuated’ with me and you 'feel great affection’ for me, that’s nice. I appreciate that." you said and smiled while looking straight into his eyes, trying your hardest to look innocent; trying to find a way to avoid facing the fact that your best friend that you have loved for months is basically confessing to you, while you’re trying your hardest to not slip up and let him see the effect his games have on you.

"It is rather nice, isn’t it? You’re fond of me, and I have affections for you, it’s charming really," he said and sighed.

"Quaint," you said with a small smile, turning back around to open the fridge and find a way to segue out of this conversation.

But behind you, you heard some shuffling as Seungcheol presumably got up from his seat, which was confirmed when you could physically feel him coming closer to you, sending shivers down your body as he inched forwards towards you, contrasting the cold in the fridge with the heat of his body.

Trying your hardest to, once again, not let his actions get to you. You continued to look around the fridge after literally anything that piqued your interest and ignored the movements around you. But he was so close now, you could practically melt from the warmth of his skin closing in on yours.

He placed his chin on your shoulder, resting his head on you as he whispered so low it would’ve gone unnoticed by you if he wasn’t literally right next to your ear.

"I like you."

You gasped, you won, he said it, wait, he said it, he said it, and you knew he wouldn’t joke around saying something like that. That means he meant it and that he gave in. And now it was out there, now you knew, and even worse, there was no reason for you to hide your own true feelings anymore.

Completely frozen by the words, you didn’t move a muscle, not giving any emotion away, it would’ve been fine if you had managed to pull yourself together after a couple of seconds, but a couple of seconds too many passed, and you felt Seungcheols shaky breath leave you side, slowly stepping back, unsure of what to do and what to say.

He was afraid too. You didn’t answer his confession, you wanted more time to find a way out of it. You didn’t feel the same, oh god, he should’ve known. His mind was spinning with pure terror as the second where you stood frozen ticked on.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t, you don’t have to…" he began stuttering out, unsure of how to make it all go away now that he was sure you didn’t feel the same.

His voice made you spin around, shock still visible on your face. He looked wrecked, so vulnerable in front of you, having told you how he felt and now getting nothing from you, not a single word…

"No,"

Ah, there it was - the rejection. It was worse than he imagined, the crushing feeling of it all imploding onto him with all its force.

But you continued, faster seeing how he closed his eyes in obvious pain from the word you had uttered that he thought meant that you didn’t feel the same.

"No! I mean- not no I don’t like you, I meant - no don’t say sorry, please!" you blurt out.

He looked up at you, hope sparking back into his eyes, life coming back into his face, and a small smile combined with furrowed eyebrows questioning the meaning behind what you were trying to say replaced the terror that had been visible on his face just moments ago.

"You don’t don’t like me back?"

You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I don’t don’t like you back, I-"

A quick movement, a rapid step forward made you stop mid-sentence, gasping as he came close enough for you to smell the absolute godlike smell of his perfume. He had now grabbed your hand, dragging his hand over the back of it, waiting for you to continue talking.

"I-" you tried again.

"Yes? You…" he chuckled, putting his other hand on the small of your back, pressing you the tiniest bit closer to his body.

"I like you too, okay?!" you finally spit out.

He smiled, a chuckle of pure relief and happiness waiting to escape as he asked, "Was that a confession or a question?"

"It’s not a confession. It’s a response, a response to your confession," you smirked, feeling like you won once again.

"Oh really now? You're still playing with my feelings, now that you know I’m down bad for you huh? I hoped you would go easy on me," he fake pouted as he pushed the hand he was holding up to his shoulder and placed his now available hand on your waist.

"Easy on you? Never. It’s too much fun playing with you," you whispered, about to laugh at the way he tensed up at the words, but before you could he crashed his lips onto yours, your words fading out into a muffled moan as you let yourself melt into his touch and his god-given mouth.

You pushed yourself against him, pressing your breasts into his chest and letting your hands entangle themselves in his dark hair. His own hands were everywhere, squeezing and groping everything and anything he could get his hands on. This was really happening, you both thought unbeknownst to the other, both of you internally freaking out and simultaneously losing yourselves in the search for any sort of release to subside the intense feelings you were both overflowing with. You were desperate for more.

“I’m clean, are you?” he breathed out while leaving your lips for just a second.

“Yeah, and I’m on the pill so you can come inside,” you replied in between wet and messy kisses. The words apparently set Seungcheol off because he groaned into your mouth and then pushed you up against the fridge and let you hop up, his hands holding you up with a firm grip as you encircled your legs around his waist and felt his hard cock against the fabric of your pants.

Suddenly he pushed you both off of the cold surface of the fridge behind you and began making his way to the living room, you didnt stop kissing him for a second, letting him navigate around the room while you kissed down his jaw and neck, leaving tiny marks from where you stayed and sucked to earn moans and grunts from Seungcheold lips.

He placed you down on the flat surface of the couch as he began kissing you in the same manner that you had just been kissing him, down your jaw and neck with heavy, hot, and wet kisses that sent a surge to your cunt. At the same time, he was undressing you, and you were working on removing his shirt, pulling and tugging so you could let your hands get underneath it and onto his warm and toned abdomen.

Once his shirt was off and you were left in only your flimsy underwear he let his hand fall down to your thigh, rubbing small circles so close to your cunt you could hear it screaming at you to do something to make him touch you where you needed him. So you reached your own hand down, letting it gently drag over the fabric covering his erect cock. The action proved fruitful when his hand slipped down to your cunt as his hips jerked at your touch, his fingers pushing down on your clit and eliciting a sinful moan from you as you got what you needed.

“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play it,” he snicked into your ear, his breath heavy and his hands tugging your underwear down only to let his fingers drag across your wet cunt for a moment and then just as quickly as you had gotten what you wanted he took it away, removing his hand from you and placing it back at your thigh. He was teasing you, and you wanted revenge, but the urge to just have him fuck you were stronger than the previously overpowering one to beat him whenever he tried to get you riled up.

“Fuck, wait! No more games, please,” you pant out, reaching out to Seungcheol and pulling him towards you. He groaned when the motion resulted in his crotch landing right between your legs, pushing his hardened cock against your bare pussy.

“You sure? I thought you said it was ‘too much fun playing with me’?” he hissed into your ear with a small chuckle that sent a chill down your body. His voice doing things to you that you never expected a voice to do. Maybe it was how close he was to you, how he was right next to your ear saying those playful and daring words with his insufferably deep voice, making you feel his hot breath on your skin as he said them.

“Shit, yeah it is, but I just… I need you so bad right now and I-” you whined, still pulling him down towards you and grinding your hips up against him in search of some friction. The moans he let out when you did had your head spinning and your motions becoming even more frantic. “Please just fuck me, no more teasing,” you moaned as you let your wet cunt drag across his straining pants.

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to not do as you wish,” he finally let out along with a faint smirk playing at his mouth.

He pulled his trousers down along with his underwear, kicking the fabric off of his legs and away from the surface of the couch. You’re jaw almost dropped as you looked down and saw his thick and hard cock, freed from its restraints and you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of getting to suck his enormous dick at a later time. Because right now, you needed him inside of you like you need water to survive. At times like these, it is truly okay to need cock more than anything else, because what good is living if you can’t let yourself take pleasure in having your cunt stuffed to the brim by the man you have been in love with for years?

“Oh my god, fuck, I need it,” you moaned as you felt him drag his tip along your slit, collecting the thick slick gushing out of your pussy as he lined himself up with your throbbing cunt.

The groan Seungcheol let out as he began pushing the head of his cock past your opening combined with the sensation of him stretching your tight hole with the sheer girth of his cock had you feeling lightheaded but so so good. It felt amazing, he felt amazing, and if the way he was panting and groaning as he continued to painstakingly slowly enter your throbbing pussy, you felt amazing too. Clenching down on him hard, gripping his length as if you never wanted him to leave your cunt. Your pussy trying to both adjust to his size and take all of him in while sucking him in like it was afraid he wouldn’t come back inside if it let go of him. Neither of you were sure of how or even if this was possible, but it sure felt that way, resulting in both of you being moaning messes as you both focused on the pure pleasure coming from the sensation of each other.

“So fucking tight sweetheart,” he panted out as he finally managed to fit all of himself inside your snug walls.

You could only continue to moan before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down towards you, kissing him sloppily but fervently, moaning into his mouth as you let your tongue travel anywhere he let you. He was squeezing your hips as he experimented with moving himself within you, the way your moans increased in volume, letting him know just how good he felt, gave him the guts to try and pull out only to push himself back in with a force that and you sliding up the cushions of the couch.

“So, so good Cheol,” you gasped, letting go of his lips for a bit only for him to do it over and over again, the stretch making you feel like you were floating in a pond of pleasure and complete satisfaction. You pushed your chest up, meeting his equally bare one and loving the feeling of your sensitive nipples dragging against his skin. Seungcheol’s eyes were closed but the action made them shoot open, meeting yours, letting you see the lust consuming him to the fullest.

He was already pulsating inside of you, and you felt yourself beginning to come undone, never before had an orgasm come this fast for you, but the way his hips kept grinding down into yours, letting his cock drag inside your cunt and his pelvic meeting your clit with every stroke was more than you could handle.

But then he heard the way your moan almost turned into a half-scream when his chest brushed against yours, spurring him to let one of his hands off of your side only to make its way to your breast and leaving his fingers on your nipple, circling it, pinching it, pulling slightly, and rubbing all over it, all while he continued to snap his hips into you at the perfect speed.

“Cheol! I’m gonna-aH” you began, but he hushed your attempts by letting his lips once again meet yours in a messy and passionate kiss, swallowing your moans and screams as you felt yourself being swallowed by the white bliss of your orgasm. The way you pulsated and clenched around him in fluttering motions as you reached your high and then began coming down from it was just the thing Seungcheol needed to reach his own high, letting his hot cum spurt itself inside of your fluttering walls, pumping himself into you for a moment until he was sure you were both at the end of your high.

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“Well, fuck,” you said, out of breath and still feeling high off of your orgasm.

“Yeah, I should’ve asked you if you liked me earlier because holy fuck.”

The way he said it made you chuckle, making him look over at you from where he had managed to position himself on the couch so as to not crush you while you recovered your breath.

“I would’ve told you myself if had I known it would end like this,” you huffed out in response.

You were met with a quick chuckle and then calm silence. After a couple of minutes, you began to wonder if he had fallen asleep because it was so quiet over where he sat. He hadn’t left, you could still feel his hand on your thigh and his legs underneath the one you had laying across his lap. So you opened your eyes, only to see him staring down at you, resting his chin in his palm and smiling the goofiest smile you had ever seen on him.

“What? Do I look that dumb?”

“You look so beautiful…” he said, his tone as filled with adoration as his gaze.

You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh because you were currently splayed out on your living room couch, almost completely naked, sweaty and tired from the night out and the quick but insanely effective and almost embarrassingly desperate sex you had just had. And this is the moment he chooses to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful? Really?

“I love you, I’ve loved you for so long,” he suddenly said, kinda surprised by himself that he had said it just like that.

But you just smiled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that, I really never thought I would hear you say that like this. And, I love you too, so so much.”

“Me too… oh god it took us too long to just say that,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole stupid situation.

“I know, I’ll say it as much as you want to hear it from now on,” you said with a small smirk.

“Promise?”

“Of course, anything for someone who is fond of me,” you said and smiled widely.

He squeezed your leg before throwing himself back onto you, kissing you tenderly before snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, whispering “shut up,” into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin and it made you laugh and wrap yourself around his large build, hugging him tightly, not wanting to let go and instead asking him to carry you to the shower; which he did after some light teasing about how you would have to follow him to class like that all week if you were going to be clingy like this all week. You said you were fine with that plan and held on tighter, making him kiss you over and over again while whispering how much he loved you and how much he had been wanting to tell you just that for such a long time.

Maybe you would go easy on him after all, or maybe you would be able to have even more fun playing with him from now on. The thought had you giggling to yourself as he helped you up from the couch, and as if he knew exactly what you were thinking he smirked at you and kissed you playfully before he carried you off to the bathroom.

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strawberryya · 3 months

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Vantage Point | Meet the Characters & Series Masterlist

Status: Begins tomorrow (January 20)!

Pair: Mingyu × f.reader

Summary: Pulling off the "No Strings Attached" arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn't realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.

Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]

Author’s Note: Please take time to read this before starting the series ☺️

Hello, my darlings! Finally getting round to posting this after missing the commited date last time due to covid. But welcome!!! 🥳 This is the first story to my Snap Shoot universe! Before you get into it, let me just point a few things. This is the first time I'm ever creating a universe with interwoven stories, and while I've done SMAUs before, this is the first one I've done for SVT and the first time I'm also this adventurous about it. It's definitely very different from what I post on here but I'm having lots of fun putting it together. I know it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this is very much a work of fiction. This is an AU. While Korea may be the assumed setting for this series, it is not explicitly defined. I'm also trying to avoid using lots of Korean cultural references (maybe except for food) such as use of honorifics like "hyung". While many of my other works refrain from over-describing oc's physical features, you may find that in this series (and universe), oc's features will inevitably be defined. You'll find that the visuals of the characters and the aesthetic of the photos/social media posts will be Korean/ Asian. It's a SMAU, so i'll have to place photos and these photos must maintain consistent. I absolutely do not mean any ill intention of being non-inclusive (I don't even fit the same aesthetic as oc).

Again, it's a work of fiction, while I want you to relate to oc, kindly also allow me breathing space to build the character. If you feel uncomfortable at any point in the series, you are very much welcome to stop/unfollow. As mentioned, this is a SMAU, but it contains several chapters which are purely written narrations. All edits (texts, social media posts, etc.) were done by me, however some photos (esp those of Y/N) are from the web, if they are yours, please let me know so that I may credit you or remove the photo. The texts are all done on light mode. Deal with it. This follows a FWB trope, expect lots of smut and suggestive content— specific smut warnings will be available in chapters where they are present, along with other necessary warnings. This series will have lots of fluff and lots of crackhead nonsense humor. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Biggest shoutout to my dearest friend @wongyuseokie who has been nothing but supportive through all of this and through all my dramatic Mingy-induced meltdowns. I love you more than you’ll ever know ♥️

Meet the Characters

Mingyu: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography, yn/Camie's best friend since childhood

Yn: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography with Mingyu, Mingyu's best friend since childhood. Nicknamed "Camie" by her group of friends for her highly concerning camera collection/obsession.

Seokmin: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography, same friend group as mingyu and yn, Mingyu & Wonwoo's housemate

Soonyoung: technically a year older than the 3, but currently a Sophomore with Gyu, Cam and Seokmin after shifting into their major

Wonwoo: Junior, studying Film & Photography as well, Mingyu's guy best friend and housemate in The Man Cave, a brotherly figure to OC, Soonyoung's former classmate in highschool

The Man Cave: shared house near their university where Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seokmin live, and Soonyoung often crashes.

✨Other characters/members will come as the series progresses.

Series Masterlist

To be populated as each chapter is posted. There is no posting schedule. Chapters will just get uploaded as they come.

Teaser

Chapter One - coming on January 20!

Tag List!

@strawberryya @idyllic-ghost @septemberskies @ladyblablabla

If you want to be tagged as each chapter comes out, do send me an ask or reply to this post so I could include you in the tag list 😊

#oooooo this will be sm fun!!#svt smau

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strawberryya · 3 months

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Wonustar’s WIPs

-> the way of the house husband (k.mg x reader)

ex-mafia mingyu becomes your perfect house-husband

-> into the wolf’s den (k.mg x reader)

an innocent and hopeful psychiatrist is kidnapped by one of her patients.

(darker themes so if this isn’t your cup of tea, maybe you’ll like the first mingyu prompt more!)

-> taglist form

do not repost/translate my banners and story-prompts

a/n: some work in progress’s for after the jeonghan fic! nothing is officially written yet but me and a few moots (@ourdawnishotterthanourday , @highvern , @strawberryya ) were brain storming some ideas 💞 A BIG thank you to them considering these ideas would’ve just stayed in my notes to rot hehe

(this is what we looked like brainstorming on disc 😭☝️)

#we really did look like that 😂😂#I’m so excited for both of these 🤌🤌🤌#mingyu

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strawberryya · 3 months

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Me rn about this shua bc wtf

imagine joshua cream pie-ing you he’d love it i think he’d like laying with you for a bit while cockwarming to keep his cum inside u but it’s easy for him to end up hard again so he’ll end up fucking it deeper into you (if you’re up for it)

“babe?”

“hm?”

you’re halfway asleep when joshua’s voice rouses you from dozing off. you can’t really turn around to face him without making a big mess so you settle for a noise of acknowledgment to let him know you’re awake.

“um, are you… do you want to—”

“you’re hard again, aren’t you?”

he whines, big hands squeezing your sides. “i’m sorry. i can’t help it!”

you smile to yourself. “i know, shua. i’m just surprised because you came already.”

“i know,” he sighs into your shoulder from behind.

“i mean, i can still feel it inside of me,” you point out.

joshua’s cock twitches in response. “fuck, baby, don’t say things like that.”

“why not?”

you can’t help but tease him when he gets like this. it’s impossible not to. plus you consider it payback for all the teasing he does to you in his pre-nut state of mind.

“you know why,” he pouts. “please can i fuck you, baby? if you’re not too tired? it won’t take much, i promise…”

“won’t take much? but what if i want to cum too?”

“i can make you cum! i can!”

“before you do?”

he doesn’t answer right away this time. “i can try.”

you snort, which makes you clench around him unintentionally.

“fuuuck,” joshua groans, fingers digging into your hips as he tries to hold back. “you feel too fucking good.”

“wow, you are close,” you muse.

“it’s j-just because i’m sensitive!” he hisses defensively.

“mhm, sure.”

“i-”

you clench around him again, this time on purpose, and moan as you feel him cum inside of you for the second time tonight. all he can do is weakly fuck into you as he rides it out, cursing your name with each pulse of his cock.

there’s so much of it that some seeps out around the base of his cock. it’s too dark in your bedroom to see it happening but you can feel it. you feel it dripping onto the sheets beneath you, feel the insides of your thighs becoming slick with it.

“you didn’t even try to make me cum,” you say, letting joshua hear the frown in your voice.

“you. played dirty.”

“i played to my strengths,” you correct him.

he huffs out a laugh of disbelief. you can picture him shaking his head behind your back.

“do you have any more in you?” you ask. there’s a tinge of hope in the question but you try to hide it. you don’t want to make him feel bad if he’s well and truly spent.

“fuck yeah. best two out of three?”

#I just love desperate and slightly pathetic men #that are also incredibly hot and considerate #he’s perfect #and this was hot #svt smut #Joshua smut

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strawberryya · 3 months

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TO DO: find a boyfriend - an enhypen social media au

being single for three and a half years all of your friends are tired of your constant whining. while your girlfriends want you to just get laid, your boy-friends, on the other hand, just think you should pick one of them to date. ignoring them all, you instead decide to try out a dating app to find your match.

pairing: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader, endgame to be decided.

genre: social media au, slice of life, comedy (more like my millenial/genz cusp stupid af humor), romance, angst, friends to lovers, loser!hyung-line basically.

featuring: enhypen, unnie line of lsrfm, nicholas of &team, txt have special cameos

warnings: suggestive themes, cheating, alcohol usage, possible smut (undecided, if i end up writing smut it will be marked as such) nevertheless: MDNI!, swearing, possible typos lol

taglist: open! (if you want to be added shoot me an ask or reply to this post <;3)

started: 17th january

updates: whenever i feel like it lol

ended: tba

profiles: original girly pops - profiles: heeseung haterz

chapter one: hunger games vs pitch perfect chapter two: why are you bringing booze to a movie night chapter three: just my gran's birthday party chapter four: chapter five: ...

i taglist: @yyawnjun, @nyfwyeonjun, @aerivrs, @nctislifue, @maoyueze, @midmourn, @isawritesss, @vvsmydiamonds127

#YUUHHHH #it’s gonna be hilarious #enhypen smau

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strawberryya · 4 months

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Holy fuck ur a creative genius

GDA wonu ✨

ty @onlymingyus and @strawberryya for coming clutch with the references!! <3

#ur so talented????#these are beautiful #wonwoo #seventeen #fanart

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strawberryya · 4 months

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Better Than Me | Part 12: Drunk On You

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

Main Masterlist 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | Epilogue Taglist: @dkluvrsclub @wooahaeproductions @seokgyuu @stayinhellevator @aaniag @the-boy-meets-evil @hoeforhao @here4kpopfics @ressonancee @seungkwansphd @tomodachiii @shadowjellyfishfest @kyeomooniee @allmyl0ve17 @randomworker @gyuminusone @onlyseokmins @strawberryya @woozixo @meowmeowminnie @jeonghansshitester @gyuwoncheol @bitchlessdino @multi-kpop-fanfics @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @imprettyweird @shuasunshine @carlesscat-thinklogic23 @gyuhanniescarat @miriamxsworld @sexygrass @joonsytip @k-drama-adict @noiceoofed @buffhoshi @huening-kawaii © wongyuseokie 2024. All rights reserved.

#seokmin keeps going between contacting her and being sorry to switching to a complete asshole and I hate him sm when he does bc wtf do u #meaaaaaannn????#atp Im thinking about maybe rooting for rowoon for a couple chapters….#svt smau

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strawberryya · 4 months

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OK AY WELL DAMN IT NANA

My intuition tells me that she’s texting seokmin bc he’s so emotionally stable and able to comfort her really well - seen a couple chapters ago when he was reassuring her ykwim

And that last slide is definitely - waiiiit OK NO WAIT IT COULD BE EITHER MINGYU OR CHEOL

Bc cheol could be texting jeonghan, and being serious for once

And that’s

Not a good thought for my health rn

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 17

Masterlist

📌chapter tags: SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, rich!junhui, reader being a simp again, simp!seungcheol, mystery messages

taglist: @silvsie @christinewithluv @stayinhellevator @aiforyuu @2youngsworld @justcruisingalonguntilbamkpop @asyre @simpxxstan @anzellll @hipsdofangirl @plskillme22 @lirtha97 @lixiel0ver @notevenheretbh1 @leah-rose03 @woozarts @expensive-idiot @doveblackboat @the-boy-meets-evil @tamakis-bbyy @freshdetectivenight @mrsdacherry @smilechannie @alltheshineofthestars-blog @ocyeanicc @horanghaezone @wonuqrtz @leewonkyeom @horangboosadan @kkooongie @myghobi @wonunuwoo @hyuk4ngel @wonwootakemyheart @shuasunshine @dinonuguaegi @ckline35 @miriamxsworld @itsokaytobedumb00 @seokgyuu @nishloves @bmkgemz @conwunder @kawaiimusiccollection @humankimbap @90s-belladonna @huening-kawaii @writingbarnes @strawberryya

#im too invested #what have u done to me nana #svt smau

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strawberryya · 4 months

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Ur not alone 🤝 I think it could be worth it

The art of seduction - part one

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

synopsis: Since she left you, it feels like your life has been turned upside down, and you're struggling to find your footing. He sees that, and he wants to help. Or maybe it's not as pure as that. Perhaps he's just looking for a new plaything — an artist to inspire, or someone to slowly destroy.

word count: 4.5k

genre/cw: angst, smut, suggestive, fantasy, thriller and/or romance, yandere themes, supernatural au, faery au, leanan sídhe!yunho, human!reader, they/them pronounces for reader, I tried my best to keep all descriptions gn as well - I welcome all feedback on this area ofc, grief and death depicted/mentioned, specific smut warnings will be listed in each part.

rating: 18+

a/n: this has been a big project for so many people this year, and I would like to thank all of the inspiring people in this collab for all the fantastic ideas that has been contributed to make all of these fics possible. it has been a journey writing this, but this fic is only the beginning of the even longer journey that yunho and our mc will be going on ;)

this is part one of my first fic for the wonderful collaboration thrill of the hunt, hosted by @cultofdionysusnet - check out the other exciting and thrilling stories on the official master list here!

the second part to this story will be found here once it's posted. if you wish to be tagged in the continuation you can dm me, send an ask, or comment on this post <3

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

“Oh, he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, y/n! He’s perfect… I didn’t think anyone could be so perfect until he came into my life. He makes me feel like I’ll never need anything ever again… like he and I are enough forever. I need you to meet him someday soon! I wanna introduce you to him, I promise you’ll love him too!”

You never got the chance to meet him. The more you think about it, the more you regret not making more of an effort to do so. Your best friend Anna had been in love with someone, and you hadn’t even had the chance to meet the man she spoke so fondly of.

“I haven’t been feeling very good lately, y/n… I’ve been to the doctors and they say there’s nothing wrong. They said it’s all in my head, that I should go talk to someone… y/n, do you also think I’m making myself sick?”

She only got weaker after that.

And he had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth after she became bedridden.

She said he came to visit, but she wasn’t in her right mind in those final weeks. Nobody had signed in at the reception. Nobody had seen a beautiful man with dark brown hair that gleamed blood-red when the sun shone. During all that time when she was admitted into the psychological ward at the city’s second-largest hospital you and Anna’s mom were the only visitors.

They said she was mad…

You had wondered a lot about who he might’ve been during those times when she had talked about him as if she had just spoken to him, but nobody had seen anyone in her room. Had he been a fraction of her imagination the entire time? Or had her mind created a lie based on a man who had left her before her illness took over her mind and body?

When she passed he was the one piece of the puzzle that you couldn’t let go of. If you had tried harder to meet him, would her illness have been caught earlier? Could it have been found and treated before it took her life…?

You’ve been staying late at the studio lately, trying to get through your feelings about losing her through your art. The shadows in the room seem to close in on you at every chance they get, and you don’t fight them. Hugged by the darkness is somehow better than being left so completely alone.

The brush strokes soothe you like nothing else is able to. Fizzling seas crash along the shore, a looming tree stands barren and alone, and her face appears in the dark clouds.

The only things you know to be true are that: she is gone, you are in pain, and you can only paint this one single picture. The lonesome tree at the cliff, watching the storms and waves trying to pull the ground away from beneath the large oak tree. You paint it over and over again, day after day, and you haven’t even paid any mind to when other artists have come and gone through the studio. People painted right next to you, people posed on the podium in front of you, and you didn’t care about any of it. All that matters to you is that you have been left all alone.

Your best friend has died, and you can’t even do the one thing you have been able to do your entire life ー paint. You had pursued your passion fiercely, not budging even as your parents pleaded with you to be reasonable and try “having a career worth having”, and let painting stay as a hobby. It was how you had met Anna. She was a dancer, and she had gotten into the same art college as you. Back then you had both been carefree young adults, simply trying your best to survive on your own for the first time in your lives. Now, she has left you, with the bittersweet taste of the last conversations you had had with her on your tongue.

“He inspires me you know, I’m just a dancer anymore when he looks at me, I become the air itself.”

You had smiled and nodded at her nonsense, she seemed to be dreaming of it. Her limbs were too weak to be of use, but she had the same smile on her lips as when she performed. You had tried your best not to be mad at her for only speaking of this man even as she lay dying in a hospital, dreaming of her passion was at least better than dreaming of him. The tears had stung your eyes as you held her hand before leaving her to her rambling.

It has been a while since her funeral, and you have practically been living at the studio. Home doesn’t make you feel any better, so you sleep on the small pullout couch in the corner instead. It isn’t meant to be slept on and your back is sore from the many nights in a row you have spent on it. But the art studio is at least comforting you more than home. You have too many memories of Anna in your apartment. Here you can focus on your art. At least, that’s the idea. You have had no inspiration since her death. It’s strange, she hadn’t exactly been the reason you painted, but everything that happened still affected even that part of you.

You had begun questioning if you should give it all up, move home to your parents for a few months, and go back to your waitress job until you had processed all of this. But could you give up on your passion? After years of struggling to pass courses and hustling on the side of your studies just to make it all work? What would Anna say if she knew…?

You aren’t sure how it happened, it might've been a dream. It’s barely been three weeks since Anna’s funeral and you woke up with the clearest picture of a man you had never met in your mind.

He’s handsome, just like she had told you. He has gentle features, and dark, captivating eyes that catch hold of your mind and refuse to let go. You can’t seem to escape the image of the stranger you know in your bones is the same man Anna had known.

Sometime after the day you had first seen him in your mind, after hours in front of your easel and a blank canvas, you finally force yourself to pick up the brush. This couldn’t be the end of pursuing the only career you had ever wanted. You need to get over it and paint something, other than that stubborn tree and the punishing sea. His features burn your eyelids, and you see him as you blink and dream of him as you sleep. You can’t escape the visions, so you make him real, tangible. You create a portrait of the man in your head. Watching the finished portrait once you put down the brush.

You look at it until it gets dark again, staring into his eyes until you fall asleep on the couch in the corner.

You wake up with a headache. You groan quietly since you neither have the energy nor the will to get up and take something for the throbbing pain stemming from the sides of your head. Before you could even summon the will to get up despite this, you almost jumped off the couch in surprise. There is another person in the room. You’re still in the corner of the room, so the stranger might’ve missed that you were even there, you reason. It looks like a man from behind. His short dark hair lay in a rather messy way against the back of his head. He’s turned away from you, watching the painting you had fallen asleep staring at. He’s tall, his shoulders are broad. You panic, because what did this man want, and why was he here in the middle of the night?

“Who are you?” you ask breathlessly, jumping up from the couch, trying to see if he’s someone you know in the dim light. Could he be another artist here to paint at an odd hour? You don’t recognize him, but you aren’t the best at remembering people, so you’re not sure if you should be screaming or apologizing for your hostile greeting.

The man didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice. He didn’t seem like a threat, but then again, something about him creeped you out. You ignore the fact that he also intrigued you, and try to catch his attention again. “Hey, I asked you a question.” In response, he simply raises a hand as if to shush you.

This man hadn’t just broken into the studio late at night – he was also incredibly rude. The air around him is so still, so calm that it’s giving you chills. You want to see his face. If he was going to murder you, you want to have looked the fucker in the eye so you can, at least, curse his existence. You take a step forward, grabbing a long paintbrush from the drying rack. Maybe you can get his eye if you’re fast enough.

“So aggressive, little dove,” the man finally says. His voice is smooth and deep. It’s an attractive voice, at least your murderer has a nice voice, not that that makes this situation salvageable. You’re still prepared to stab him with the wooden brush in your hand.

“Wouldn’t you be aggressive if you woke up to a stranger in your bedroom as well?”

You had tried putting on a brave face, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how scared you were. He seemed to see through this facade easily though, chuckling at your attempt instead of turning around to face you. “Not your bedroom. I’ve been to your bedroom and this isn’t it. Also, not really a stranger, am I?”

Your breath won’t calm down, and your heart is beating mercilessly in your chest. This man had been in your apartment? And you know him? What the hell is he talking about? “Are you some kind of stalker you fucking creep?” you wheeze out, taking a step away from him.

You desperately wish for this to be some kind of nightmare.

When he turns around you’re sure it is because there’s no way the man you see in front of you isn’t just a fiction of your imagination. Dark hair, streaks of red when the light from the window hits it. Perfect lips, and captivating eyes. It’s him. The man in your painting, alive right in front of you. Your grip on the brush tightens, the bristles folding backward from the pressure of your palm. The world began to spin, he wasn’t real, he couldn’t be real. You see the edges of your vision blur and his smile widens at the visible panic you were displaying.

He was right, he isn’t a stranger.

“I think you might’ve heard about me, little dove. She used to talk about you ー the talented artist she had met in college.”

It couldn’t be, you hear the blood rushing in your ears like thunder. “Who?”

He smiled innocently, “Don’t you remember your friend? Anna, I think her name was.”

No. It couldn’t be true. The brush fell from your hand as you fell to the ground. Your already sleep-deprived mind couldn’t handle the thought that maybe the man Anna had spoken about was real, and right in front of you. Knocking yourself unconscious was the only thing your body could do to stop your heart from giving out.

Have you gone mad as well? Maybe this was your way of grieving? Should you go to the hospital?

The questions spun in your mind. He was gone when you woke up. But the long brush in your hand and the bruises on your knees and shoulder felt like substantial proof that you had not lost your mind. He had been here, you know it, but who would believe you if you told them? Who would even care?

You decide to let it go, instead, you force yourself to go back to your apartment. A change of clothes was needed and you know that the lady down the hallway will be worried after not having seen you for days yet again. She had been at Anna’s funeral, wondering how and why your roommate had passed so quickly at such a young age. You hadn’t known what to answer. You still didn’t have your own answers as to “how” or “why”. At least, none that you could share…

You had managed to shower and get into some clothes when your neighbor knocked on the door.

“Hi, Auntie,” you greet her as she had insisted you do ever since you and Anna had first moved in. She’s older than any of your real aunts, but remarking on that had felt incredibly inappropriate, so you had both simply accepted your fate and begun calling her “Auntie”.

"Darling!" How are you? I haven't seen you here in days! I was beginning to worry. You know, this was just how it was with Anna, I didn’t see her for days and then she would show up saying she had been busy practicing and dating and whatnot!”

You don’t respond, forcing a smile. She meant well, but when she insisted on bringing you some food you wanted to refuse her. She didn’t mind your protests, “Oh, dear child, you don’t even know how sunken your face looks. You need some of my home-cooked food to get your spirits back up!”

In the end, your refrigerator was filled with casseroles and little boxes of different dishes, and a bitter feeling, knowing you wouldn’t be here to eat it. You left your apartment as swiftly as you had arrived, not wanting to stick around long enough to see the traces of a life lived – a life you didn’t feel belonged to you anymore. You brought what you could carry in your bag back to the studio.

You fall asleep again, after hours of trying to create something, only creating more pain in your back from sitting on the wooden stool all afternoon instead. It’s not like you hadn’t tried your best to think about anything else besides him, you had actually tried your very best! But in the end, your mind kept wandering back to the dip of his lips, and the grin on his face as you fainted. You painted the outline of his lips, over and over again.

You hated him.

Would he come back?

He had mocked you with his words.

Why had you felt such a rush when he spoke?

You never wanted to see his perfect face ever again.

Why couldn’t you stop wishing to see him just one more time?

You woke from a cool hand on your hair. Slowly and gently he patted your head until you opened your eyes. It was still dark out, and he was back. Leaning over your sleeping body, a large hand caressing the side of your head. You scream, and he smirks. He shushes you, and you push him away angrily.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shout.

“You wanted to see me again, I thought it best to wake you so your wishes could be fulfilled.” His voice coursed through you, giving you goosebumps again. “Don’t be angry with me, little dove.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Don’t lie. It’s not polite,” he retorts as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“I don’t care, I hate you. Leave me alone!” You bark out the words, tears stinging your eyes. You don’t know why you’re reacting so strongly to him.

His tongue darts out to lick at his lips in annoyance. “Little dove,” he chirps menacingly, “Lie one more time and I won’t help you anymore.”

He terrifies you. He’s beautiful, but nothing about him feels true. He’s like those beautiful flowers forever trapped inside glass orbs. You wanted to protect the frozen beauty from getting the slightest scratch and smash it to pieces, all at once.

“Help me…?”

The gentle smile on his lips came back when you revealed that he had managed to pique your interest. “Mm, I help people. Artists, especially… it’s an interest of mine, the arts.” He winked at you, which caught you off guard.

“And you came here to help me?”

He nodded, but you weren’t convinced.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any help from you.”

He looked around the room, gaze wandering over the canvasses you had painted in the last couple of weeks, all depicting the shore and the dead tree. All except two. The portrait of him, and the sketches of his lips.

“You did that?” You ask incredulously. His gaze snaps back to you sharply.

“Of course. Didn’t it feel different? It felt like you had been inspired by something again, did it not?” His voice is honey in your ears, but the sticky feeling is making you want to flee for your life. You don’t.

“Want me to prove it?”

You frown, “What do you mean prove it? Are you going to inspire me to paint something on the spot in the middle of the night?”

“Tell me you want it and I’ll make sure you feel inspired for the rest of your miserable human life, little dove.”

His wording is so unnatural, you think for just a moment. You don’t trust him one bit, but perhaps this is the way to convince yourself that he is indeed just some creep that you need to get away from. You take a deep breath before answering, “I’ll agree if you tell me your name.”

The man stepped back, you had made him flinch. You don’t know why you made that exact demand. Maybe you had just really wanted to call him something other than “the one Anna spoke of” in your mind. It hurt each time you remembered her name.

“A name can be more powerful than you think, little dove,” his tone warned you of something. He seems on edge for the first time since you met him.

You don’t budge, his reaction only makes you more sure that you need to follow your gut. “Tell me, and you can help me.”

He hesitated before seemingly giving in to some innate need that you didn’t understand yet. “Yunho. That’s one of my names… Use it with care, little dove.”

You turned his name around in your mind, tasting the sweet taste on your tongue as you said it out loud. “Yunho… Sure, help me find inspiration to paint again.”

The same excited and menacing grin he had worn the last time you spoke now grace his lips again, and you feel you have committed a horrible mistake.

You look around the room, the sun is rising and casting long shadows from the easels placed around the podium. How has the entire night already passed you by? You have no memory of sleeping. You look at your hands, they are covered in paint. Why had you been so messy? You couldn’t remember right away. You know that you have painted. Yunho had kissed your hand, you can still remember the heat of his breath on your skin. Then you had picked up your brush. You hadn’t been frightened by the fact that you weren’t in control of your actions. After the weeks of forcing yourself to do the most basic human functions to stay alive, having something else move your hand in your stead was somehow freeing.

When you look at the canvas your breath stops. It’s him, you have painted him again. He’s not completely like himself, however, he is just as captivating in the picture as he is in reality. You had managed to capture his beautiful features, from the way his cupid’s bow dips graciously on his lips, to the way his hair gleams blood red when light shines through it. But behind him is something new, something you have never seen belonging to a human before. Wings, almost translucent wings, appearing on the canvas as a shimmer of light blue and white, adorned with shimmering ruby gemstones. He looked magnificent.

“Pretty,” you hear his voice whisper on your neck before you feel his soft lips press against your skin. You shiver, it feels good but you’re still in shock, watching the man who’s behind you on the canvas in front of you.

“How is this possible?” you mumble.

“You were inspired,” he responds calmly, brushing your hair away from your face from behind. “Did you enjoy it?”

You have a feeling that the answer to that is yes, but you also know you shouldn’t reveal that. “I don’t remember.”

“I think you did… I know you did.”

The way he seems to know everything, even the things you don’t, scares you a bit. But you might be addicted to the feeling of his touch, you’re addicted to what he can do to you, addicted to what he makes you feel deep inside. He has given you your passion back, he has helped you paint again, and you had enjoyed it this time. This shouldn’t be possible. Why does this man have so much power over you that he could help you paint as you had used to, for the first time since Anna’s passing?

There’s no way he’s human, no human looked like he did. In the morning light, he was even more dashing, even more unreal. You want to smash his perfect exterior to pieces and see the flower inside rot as the air hits its delicate petals.

“Go away. I don’t want this,” you choke out, pushing down the sobs that threaten to escape your throat. He kisses your neck again, but you don’t move. “I think I’ll die if I don’t end this Yunho. Please, just leave me alone.”

“It’s possible, but maybe you’ll be the one who makes it out alive.” His honey voice rang in your ears as the day began and his touch against your back disappeared. You cried yourself to sleep. You knew everything was wrong, Yunho was wrong. But there was nothing you could do about it anymore.

Two days passed without so much as a glimpse of Yunho. The hours of the night when he didn’t come to see you had almost been enough to convince you that you had truly gone mad. But then, suddenly, there he was, as dashing as ever. Pretty eyes watching you stare at an empty easel.

A chilling chuckle escaped him, nothing more. He stands and gazes upon your hopeless state for a while in silence. You will never get rid of him, you realize. You’re not upset about it. You can’t be upset. Nothing feels real anymore.

Yunho circles you, a predator watching his prey. You don’t flinch under his gaze this time. When he leans his lean body against the stool next to yours you feel disgusted. You weren’t upset that he would never leave you alone, but you deserved to know why, at least.

“What do you want from me?”

“Want?” He sounds almost offended.

“You’re not here just because it’s fun to sit around and watch me paint all day.”

He didn’t give you an answer, he just smiled at you with that perfectly enchanting smile of his. He’s dangerous, his beauty is dangerous. He leans forward on the stool, his face now scarily close to yours. Will he kiss you…? You can feel Yunho’s breath, hot against your lips, his gaze burning as he stares into your eyes and flickers down to your mouth. Do you want him to kiss you…?

What do you want from him?

You almost forget that he hasn’t given you an answer when he bends forward, his lips inches away from yours. This time you do flinch. Can he read your mind too? No, your eyes stare right back into his, a flash of maroon tints his irises an unnatural color before it disappears just as fast as it showed up.

His thumb drags across the side of your cheek, a small smirk plays on Yunho’s deceptive lips. “I’ll make you a promise,” he whispers, “I promise to make sure you’re motivated to do what you love the most, for the rest of your life.”

His breath burns hot against your wet lips. You want to kiss him. “A promise…?” you exhale, mind not quite able to focus on his words, but they sound good to you right now. You swallow, eyes flickering to his perfectly shaped cupid bow, his rosy lips, and the tongue that teases behind his plump lips. “What… what would I have to do…?”

“A clever dove, I knew you would ask the right questions.”

You didn’t truly understand though, too distracted by Yunho’s eyes mirroring your flickering gaze, teasingly watching the way your hands fiddled with the brush in your hand.

“All you have to do in return is say that you agree, and I will fulfill all of your wishes.” His soothing hand moves around to the nape of your neck, his grip gentle but secure.

Will he fulfill them all?

Does it even matter? Almost anything would be good enough to accept right now, at least you can’t think of something that would be worse than walking through life as the zombie you had been since… Since Anna’s death. If you accept his proposal, will you find out what happened to her?

“I agree.”

Your stomach flips when plush lips are pressed against yours. It seems he had already begun living up to his word. At least he wasn’t playing a trick on you when it came to that part. His hands travel over your body, he knows exactly how to touch you the way you like it. Has he been watching you for a long time? Or is it something magical, like those shimmery wings you had imagined he had? You’re not sure, but knowing could wait until later. Right now you have a couple of needs. Needs that Yunho had promised to fulfill. His leg firmly presses open your legs, strong muscle relieving some of the intense pressure that had built up in your lower abdomen since the thought of having him in this way had sprouted in your mind. You need more. You close your eyes even tighter as you let the brush fall from your grip. Hands moving across Yunho’s perfect form without hesitation.

The sound of the brush hitting the floor didn’t reach your ears. You were already lost to the world of humans.

“Do you believe in fairies? I do. I think there are things we don’t know in this world. Magical things. If I could go there I would, I think it’s a beautiful place, nothing like Earth. I’d want to dance for them…”

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strawberryya · 4 months

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too pure for hell, but fallen nonetheless

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

synopsis: Do you ever find yourself wishing you could escape your problems? Still, allowing the mind to conjure such a scene may unfurl a worse struggle than the present. As you journey through life, be mindful of the choices you make, for they hold the power to summon the winds of fate.

word count: 7.1k

genre/cw: angst, smut, supernatural au, selkie!taehyun, fem!reader, drowning depicted, death mentioned, killing and murder mentioned, suicidal thoughts, being held captive against your will, chasing/hunting depicted (not animals), unprotected sex, enemies to lovers… or well…, general hatred towards the human race, betrayal and lots of mixed feelings, cold exterior Taehyun.

rating: 18+

a/n: I DID IT! I'm not sure what I did, but I certainly did it.

this is my second fic for the wonderful collaboration thrill of the hunt, hosted by @cultofdionysusnet - check out the other exciting and thrilling stories on the official master list here!

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How does one move on?

It’s an impossible question. Especially when you have just uncovered the biggest betrayal in your life. He had cheated on you. A month before the wedding.

Your boyfriend since forever, your high school sweetheart, your everything - and your best friend.

Your soon-to-be husband and your maid of honor had decided it would be a good time to reveal the years of cheating they had hidden from you today. Because your failed project at work hadn't been enough to ruin your entire week, but now your entire future was in shambles at your feet.

The new park had been planned out to the last detail, your entire team had done their absolute best for half a year and now it was all to be thrown out the window for a new twenty-story building and a parking lot. “Which makes sense, because the world doesn’t have enough of those,” you complained, holding back your tears on the phone as you drove home. Your mom listened halfheartedly.

“Well, sweetie, I know it’s hard, but I think that you should just say ‘okay’ about all this for now. And just focus on the wedding instead! I got these new place cards, and I think they’re absolutely perfect.”

“Mom. I really don’t care about that right now…” you were going to explain, but you let your words stay inside, afraid you might say something you would regret if you didn’t shut your mouth.

“No, no… I can understand that…” she conceded, sounding just a bit hurt that you didn’t want to gush about your upcoming wedding.

“I’ll talk to you later Mom… Tom said he wanted to talk about something tonight, so I’ll just call you tonight or tomorrow.”

Before hanging up she told you to just relax at home with your fiancé, to try and be happy about what life has given you instead of what it takes away… she wanted you to try and look on the bright side of life.

You weren’t sure you would be able to see anything past the clouds that stormed your mind after the horrible meetings you had been suffering through the entire day. But you wanted to think about something else too and promised her to try.

That’s not a promise you were able to keep, however. Walking through the door to find Tom waiting anxiously in the kitchen with your best friend right beside him. Holding his hand, gently, supportively. Your heart stopped when you saw the look on their faces, and you felt your once picture-perfect life cracking at the edges.

When they confessed their love for each other you didn’t cry, you didn’t even ask how, when, or why. You felt so empty as you watched your best friend for ten years wail for you to forgive them and not be mad at her.

“I never wanted to hurt you. But I fell in love! Can’t you be happy for me?”

Her voice was strained from the tears. You thought the tears looked just as forced.

Tom didn’t say anything. He had apologized and told you he wanted to call off the wedding. The wedding was supposed to happen in less than a month. The wedding you had planned together since you were only children.

Your head hurts. You needed them to shut up. To get out of your sight.

Couldn’t they just leave you alone?!

Standing up suddenly, your best friend’s pleas stopped, making your body sigh in relief before you stormed right back out of the house.

You didn’t know where you were going at first. Head and body pounding with anger, confusion, and fear. If you could just find somewhere to think, everything would get better. The car speeding through the streets wasn’t helping you think right now. You needed something that would let you cry the tears that had been held back all day, without a word of comfort in return. Somewhere the salty streams dripping from your face wouldn’t make a difference. Something bigger than all of your problems.

The sea.

You had always been fond of the sea. As a kid, you used to swim fiercely in even the highest of waves. Your parents standing by the shore with worry in their eyes and hands waving you back towards land. There’s no beach like the one in your childhood close to where you live. But not far from the city is a small port, the sea visible for a good stretch before the land overtook it and hid it away from the population walking by.

When you curl up next to the edge of the concrete docks, the salty water ripples calmly in front of you. There weren’t many waves this far into the docks, but further out you could see the white lines appearing and dissolving over and over again. It was hypnotic.

Silently the tears you had held back began running down your cheeks. You held yourself tighter. The slight breeze scented by the sea mist blew gently in your hair, drying the tears as they came.

“Why…” you mourned.

There was nobody around, no one to disturb or comfort you, so your sobs grew louder the more you thought about the reality of what had happened. So many things had gone wrong. Everything was just- so wrong.

You looked over the edge of the concrete land under your body, down at the bottomless waters. What would it feel like to dive in and let your body be engulfed by the dark water? You shook your head at your distorted reflection at the fleeting thought.

It would hurt just as much to leave everything behind as it did to stay.

Nevertheless, the pain of holding on even on a day like this was overwhelming. It made your every muscle shake with frustration. Your sobs mirrored your desperation, your tears dripping down your cheeks, pooling at your jaw, and one by one, joining the sea.

When your blurred gaze met a pair of huge black eyes in the water, you froze up. They were staring at you, watching you cry with their big black eyes that showed no emotion that you could register.

It was a seal, the shadow in the water revealing its large size. It was bigger than the small ones usually seen around these shores, but it was undeniably a seal.

The large seal blinked at you slowly, before turning around to swim away. But instead of simply leaving you to your suffering, it began looking back at you at every other meter it swam as if to check if you were coming along. You thought you might be dreaming because there was no way a seal was trying to get you to come with it into the sea. When you didn’t come with, it stopped, seemingly waiting for you again.

Without really knowing why, you kicked off your shoes and stepped into the water. The freezing waves drenched your clothes, but the cold against your skin didn’t make you go back. You begin to swim, following the seal into the deeper parts of the ocean. Your heart pounded in your chest, the thrill of doing something dangerous filling your entire body with adrenaline. It felt just like it had when you were little, except now no one waited for you at the shoreline.

You wanted to escape everything, and following a seal into the depths of the sea might be a temporary way, but it was all you had right now. The seal dove under the surface, and you held your breath and followed.

It was impossible to see anything in the dark, murky waters, and the current quickly overpowered you. You weren’t even able to fight the large body of water when you felt your body being sucked down and away from everything you had ever known. When the cold and the dark enveloped you, you let go of your breath, the light from above disappearing from your vision as you closed your eyes in resignation.

You couldn’t remember what happened after that. Your mind was a blur, everything in your memory hazy and seen through the murky waters you had believed you had drowned in.

Later, you realized that you must’ve washed up on the long rocky beach before they took you. When the fae had taken you captive.

When you came to, you weren’t cold or wet anymore, but your hair still smelt like the salty water that had enveloped you as you swam after the seal. You weren’t anywhere near the sea anymore, you couldn’t even hear it, but you knew it hadn’t been a dream.

For days, you only saw the four walls of your new prison. The large window showed nothing but the drop of the mountains surrounding the entire castle. In other words, you couldn’t even dream of escaping. Unless you wished to crash through the colorful glass pains and into a sure death. There had been one other girl in the room, but you had barely spoken. Cuddling together during the cold nights to reserve some of your combined heat, you stayed quiet, knowing that your capturers were most likely listening to you at all times. The only words you had exchanged were simple words of comfort.

“I want to go home,” she had whispered one night. You had squeezed her tighter, answering with a hushed, “Me too.”

Even after days in captivity, you had a hard time understanding just what had happened on that day. The guards barely spoke to the two of you but made sure you were well-fed and clean the entire time. It was confusing, being a prisoner, but being taken care of by mystical creatures you had never even believed to be real.

You had been informed that you were the property of the fae realm inhabitants, of something called the Latha court. Everywhere you went in the short trips guards led you through in the castle you could only see what you would describe as impossible sights. Human-looking people with horns, tails, and skin that ranged in all the colors of the rainbow. You had heard stories of mystical beings, but they had only ever been just that - stories. Fairytales…

Humans existed in the castle, but they never even looked at you or your companion. Always too focused on their assignments. Clad in rags with hands cracked and bleeding from the cold.

It did seem as though they were being respected as servants, however. None of them were beaten, and none of them were ever heard complaining. You weren’t sure they were able to, but you chose not to think about that too much. Hoping with everything you had, that your captors were nicer than they had shown until now.

The days all felt the same in that dark room, the stone walls clad in rundown tapestries and flickering candles to fight the long nights didn’t help you or your companion when the horrible truth faced you both: you were either stuck in here forever, soon to be used as servants like the other humans you had seen around, or you would be killed.

It didn’t take long until the answer was clear to both of you. You sometimes overheard the people who passed by your room, but usually, it was nothing more than gossip or friendly chatter. This time, however, their words would haunt you both.

"Do you feel the thrill in the air? The Hunt is upon us!" A raspy voice had declared with joy as two sets of feet seemed to be passing by your door.

"The humans have been preparing for our ceremonial chase, let's hope it's more exciting than last year. I mean, come on, not a single scratch? Boring!"

"Well, we did stick to tradition and spiced things up in the Oidhche region. Those humans got a run for their money!" They both chuckle in unison as they continue down the corridor.

Their words sent chills down your back. Would you soon lose your life in the most gruesome of ways? You tried to not imagine what they had meant by “the Hunt”, but the way they had spoken of you and your cellmate as if you were nothing but prey had frightened you. You would need to escape, soon.

You had made up an escape plan, a plan you had told no one. But you knew your cellmate had her own plans, she had looked way too scared the day you had heard those two fae pass by your room speaking of the expected slaughter.

On the day you were both allowed out of your room to walk the short walk to the washrooms to shower, you knew time was of the essence. It had to happen today.

“Take the chance if it comes,” you whispered to your companion. Her hand closed around yours in response, as they led the both of you out and down the long spiral hallways that seemed to be everything the castle consisted of. You were cold, and your ears pulsed as the two guards showed you the way. They were stronger, and faster. You knew it from the way they weren’t the least bit scared that either of you would make a run for it. That’s why you stood a chance. They had underestimated you, and you would need to use that to your advantage. You were almost at the washrooms you had seen many times before when one of the guards stopped to chat with another fae, giving you just the opportunity the both of you had been looking for. Without a look, you both fled in different directions. the one guard who had been left alone with you was forced to choose who to chase after. Luckily for you, he didn’t seem to choose you this time.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, through the corridors that all looked the same, meeting close to nobody in the endless hallways to your luck. In some twisted fate of luck, you managed to rip open a large wooden door, the wind slapping you in the face as you stared out into the open mountain landscape. You needed to continue running if you wanted to live, but looking at where you must go next, you realized that you might die anyway.

It wasn’t much of a choice in the end, your life being taken by the elements at least seemed like the better option compared to the hunt that was going to be in your future no matter what you did if you stayed. You ran down the steep hill, not looking back at the large building a single time, praying to whoever would listen that nobody was following you just yet.

“Taehyun! Did you hear?” Seungkwan said as he sprinted to catch up with his friend. Or well, acquaintance. Taehyun didn’t see any of the people in his court as friends. Allies, perhaps, but not friends.

Taehyun had not heard, but judging by the exhilarated expression on Seungkwan’s face, the news he brought were big.

“Some of the humans ran away, with only three days left until the hunt starts too! And guess what, I heard that one of them was yours!” Seungkwan gossiped, looking intently at Taehyun’s expression to watch for any type of reaction to his words. To his disappointment, Taehyun proved hard to get a reaction from, as usual. Although allied, Taehyun wasn’t much of a fun person to play around with, at least not for his fae friends who loved rousing others for their entertainment. He had learned to keep up his cold facade in front of everyone. No weakness could ever be shown, or he would be exploited. He knew this. It had happened before.

“So? It’s not like there are too few humans in the world, what’s one less?”

The disdain in Taehyun’s words showed a bit more than he had intended to, a nice surprise for Seungkwan. “Well, even if they are rather worthless creatures, they sure are fun to play with…” Seungkwan said and winked at him. “Just remember to behave. We’re not like those savages from Oidhche, you know.”

“Behave? Why would I have to…”

Taehyun’s question was promptly interrupted by a servant hesitantly calling out his name. “Kang Taehyun?”

The servant drew his attention, and Seungkwan left him with more questions than answers, only the sinking feeling that he would have to deal with humans a lot more than he had hoped for this year.

He was correct, it didn’t take long before he had been informed by the servant that he was to leave immediately. His mission: catch the human he had brought in only a few weeks ago.

He was seething.

“Do I have to be the one? Can’t someone who takes pleasure in the damn hunt take her back into custody?”

“She was tricked by you, she's your responsibility. Leave soon, she can’t have gotten far.” Was all the servant responded, his monotone voice sounding more like a machine than a person.

Taehyun had always loathed the way the courts deprived humans of their free will. However, he despised the humans themselves even more. The servant left him as soon as his orders had been fulfilled.

Once she’s caught, I will just have to hunt her again once the ceremony begins. Taehyun thought as he wandered after the escaped human into the wilderness he had been informed that his prey had last been seen. He was tired of it all. The annual hunt, the three courts’ fake politeness, the humans that were brought back beaten and killed, or bitten and kept as nothing but pets.

It all disgusted him.

But in the end, he partook in it, year after year. Having little choice since he had sworn his oath to the Latha court in his youth. It was for protection, which he and his remaining family got. And honestly, it had been a good way to let off some steam. Having an outlet for all that anger was needed, but now…

It hadn’t taken Taehyun long to pick up on your track, seeing as you had no real survival skills and ended up leaving every kind of clue after you as you trudged through the wilderness.

It had only been a couple of hours since you had begun your run, and the sun was starting to set already. You had arrived at the edge of vegetation that wasn't just rocks and low bushes. The new area was filled with tall trees, high cliffs, and the sweet fragrance of pine.

If you weren’t running for your life, this would’ve been a nice hike.

As the daylight faded and the cold air grew stronger, you began to feel uneasy. You weren't adequately prepared for this journey and the thought of making it through the night was worrisome. The possibility of encountering wild animals added to your concerns. To make matters worse, it occurred to you that one of your captors, a fae, might also be stalking you in the darkness.

You continued to wander deeper into the patch of trees, hoping for some shelter from the wind, or some water that could drench the thirst that had begun becoming unbearable.

The warmth from the sun was gone quicker than you had hoped. You were already hungry and thirsty, and you had begun slightly regretting your decision to run. At least they had kept you warmer than you were right now, and you hadn’t had to go hungry or thirsty even once. Maybe you had gotten the wrong idea.

No. They had held you prisoner, and you had heard them speak of humans as if they were nothing but silly playthings one could kill or capture as one pleased.

They weren’t human, they meant you harm, and you needed to remember that.

It was almost dark now, and you were sobbing on a patch of moss. It was dry and scratched your fingers as you held onto it. You were ready to give up. You hadn’t been able to find anything, no water, to shelter, and in the end, you had even twisted your ankle.

You weren’t a “survivor”, you had lived a way too privileged life for this to be normal for you. All those movies and books had strong women who knew how to handle themselves even in situations such as these. Now, you realize that that was an ideal you fell short of right now.

The desperation and regret over how you had ended up in this situation made your body shake violently as you cursed your ex-fiance and best friend. You blamed them. And you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting into the forest at the thought of their betrayal. “IF I EVER GET BACK HOME YOU’RE BOTH DEAD FOR THIS!”

You almost missed the chuckle coming from behind you. But the echo of your voice didn’t hide the sound of another person in the wilderness completely. You froze.

“Who’s there?” You asked weakly, “Are you… here to kill me? To take me back to that castle?”

Not receiving any response added to your frustration. It was a matter of life and death and yet, the person on the other side chose not to respond, but instead, laugh at your misery.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

The voice scoffed, “Does that even matter at this point?”

As a man's voice pierced through the air, you were taken aback by how alluring it sounded. This unsettling realization left you feeling uneasy- you might consider going to therapy if you make it out alive. It's not ideal for one's first reaction to be finding their possible killer's voice attractive.

“I- Uhm, it matters.” You answered, a bit awkwardly.

Taehyun was a bit stunned by your shifting emotions. You were truly human, your aggressiveness and stupidity were both visible in how you spoke to him. He should kill you and have it be over with.

You squint at the shadows beneath the trees. Hoping you will get to see the man who belonged to the voice before your demise. Suddenly, the dim light hanging onto the branches in the woods reveals the man who caught up to you in just a few hours. Your jaw drops in amazement.

He was wearing only a robe, brownish gray and smooth, with specks of dark gray scattered throughout it. Seal skin, you realized and reeled back as you watched the man with eyes as dark as the deepest ocean approached you. The fur flowed with his movements, the part around his décolletage glistening from small pearls of salt and water that seemed to surround him. It was beautiful, the few rays of sun catching on the small drops all around him, making him appear as if he was nothing more than an illusion.

The scowl on his face dragged you back to your reality. He was coming for you, he had to be one of them.

“Wait!” you shouted, which miraculously made him stop in his tracks.

The fur wrapped around him had reminded you of just how you had ended up here, about your last moments in the human realm. “You’re… you’re that same seal, aren’t you?”

“Again, does it matter?” The man answered.

You frowned and swiped the back of your hand against your cheek, wiping away some of the tears that ran cold on your skin. “I told you. It matters.”

Were you irrational and stupid for not running, or were you one of those humans who used their fragility as a weapon? Taehyun couldn’t make up his mind about you just yet. He scanned you up and down, your scratched-up body still on your knees in the dry moss.

“Even if I am, don’t you think you should be running by now? You have been running all day, and yet, now that you see the one who got you here, you don’t even attempt to escape?”

Without thinking, you responded earnestly, “I don’t stand a chance anyhow. Why run?”

He considered this. He knew you were right. You were already a wreck, and it had been less than a full day since you had gone off on your own. "Then why should I bother? You speak true, your fate is sealed. The forces of nature shall ensure that humanity receives their due retribution in due time."

He turned to leave, and you panicked. You didn’t want to be left alone again. Left to die.

“Please, don’t leave me…” you said before you could stop yourself. Tears make your voice thick, sounding more like a plea than anything else.

Taehyun stopped, but he didn’t turn around. Seeing your sorry figure beg him to save your life was something he had seen enough times for an entire lifetime. The ships of people he had willed into the depths of the sea had all begged to live, and not once had he cared enough to save a single person on board. “I don’t care if you die out here.”

You knew that, but you were desperate for comfort and safety. “Hold me.”

Your voice was faint, but he heard you loud and clear.

"What?" he exclaimed, his surprise sounding genuine. He had expected begging, but certainly not a proposition that would require him to spend an entire night next to a human. He spun around to look you in the eyes.

You didn’t hold anything back anymore. You refused to die out here. Any way to survive was a good way, even if you had to agree to things you never wanted to agree to. “Hold me. Don’t go. Hold me close tonight. Let me survive the night, and I’ll go back with you without any fuss and you can hunt me again without having to put in any effort!”

“Without any fuss?”

“I’ll be super obedient.”

“Humans lie,” he said, pain now visible in his stormy eyes.

“I won’t survive if I lie.”

“No. You won’t.”

With that he sat down against the large rock beside you, his big doe eyes catching the last of the sun’s rays as he watched you come closer and crawl over to him and huddle close against his warm body. The fur that wrapped around him kept him warm in even the harshest of conditions.

You didn’t question anything, already trying your best to live up to the promise you had made. No fuss. Just survival.

Taehyun had never expected that he would wake up next to a human clinging to him like this. Let alone one that was supposed to be captured or killed by him. Instead, he watches you as you sleep, the morning sun lighting up your features.

Your body is soft, your limbs all wrapped around him as if he was someone you loved, instead of someone you should be afraid of. It made his heart beat faster, heat creeping up his face as he caught himself pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. He hated you, he hated you as much as all other humans. Just because you were one of the prettiest humans he had seen up close, he couldn’t just abandon that hatred. He quickly pulled his hand away from you and pushed you off of him. You have gotten enough sleep. He needed you both to get back to the court before the hunt.

“Let’s go,” he ordered the moment your eyes opened, a hand quickly shielding your eyes from the sharp sun that shone down through the foliage.

“What?” you asked with a hoarse voice. “Is it time for work already, baby?”

Taehyun knew you hadn’t meant him. But he couldn’t help the way his heart ached when you called him by the endearment.

Humans, always playing tricks on each other. They don’t care about anyone but themselves, and they have the guts to pretend that they feel affection towards one another through names like those.

He hated them.

And you…?

You were in a lot of pain, but you didn’t whine as much as you would have liked to as you tried to keep your promise. And your captor didn’t complain about your slow hike back through the forest more than a couple of times. Neither of you were saying much at all if you were being honest. It wasn’t until after a few hours that you had to speak up about how thirsty and hungry you were, that Taehyun did anything but look back at you to make sure you were following him closely enough. He came close to you, stormy eyes looking down at you with disdain.

“Once you humans get something, you always want more. I spared your life, so why can't you just come with me quietly?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll make it back without your help." You protested.

He watched you as he considered if he should simply leave you to die, it was always an option. But with so little time until the hunt, he would have to put even more energy into finding a new human that could participate in the games. You just needed some water, he could use some too if he was honest. And he was always honest if nothing else.

“Come on,” Taehyun said and turned around. Kneeling on the ground with his back towards you. You stood in shock, watching the back of his body as he waited for you.

“You don’t mean…” you hesitated to finish your question, what if he would kill you for even suggesting something as absurd as him carrying you, his prey, on his back?

“I don’t have all day. If you would rather walk yourself, that’s fine by me, but you better keep up.”

You carefully let your body rest against him as he rose from the ground. His body was much stronger than it might’ve looked under the thick fur that hung over his toned limbs. You felt the cold of a blade at his side, your skirt having slipped up just enough for your leg to be bare against the soft fur. It made you remember once again that he could change his mind and kill you at any moment. But he hadn’t, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for that.

He carried you for miles, over the rocky mountain ranges, and through patches of higher vegetation. The entire time your core was being pressed against his hard back. You held back your thoughts the best you could, but having your hands wrapped around his strong shoulders made it hard not to think about how long it had been since you had last felt the relief of an orgasm.

Taehyun himself had tried his very best to ignore the tiny sounds you made whenever he adjusted your position on his back. It wasn’t often he had been in a position where he heard that kind of sound coming from a woman, much less a human woman. The way it made blood rush to parts of his body he didn’t want it to, made him irrationally angry.

Before you could make up your mind on how to handle the sensation you heard the faint sound of water. Salt filled the air, but you couldn’t see the ocean anywhere.

“Are we there soon?” you asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Taehyun answered without further explanation.

Soon you could see what you had only heard, a large ocean, but no shore in sight. You two now stood on a cliff that dropped straight down to the angry sea below.

“You don’t intend to throw me off into the ocean, right?” you said as a joke, but when you got no answer, you began to get a bit worried.

He wasn't throwing you to your death this time though. “The stream over there has fresh water. You can do what you need to do there,” he said while dropping you down on your hurt foot, making you wince in pain. Reminding him yet again of how you had huffed right beside his ear for hours.

You made your way over to the wide stream, watching as it flowed from the high mountains down the barren landscape only to disappear off the side of the cliff you stood on. The freshwater from the mountaintops joined the vast sea with a rumble of thunder that echoed up the rocky walls.

In the cold but clear water, you drank until you had quenched your thirst, and began washing up. You had gotten both sweaty and dirty from running yesterday and sleeping on the ground last night. As you pulled off piece by piece of your clothing to wash every inch of your skin in the chilly water, you felt his gaze on you.

He had tried not to look, but it was hard to look away from your sensual body. The way your back curved, your legs that you oh so carefully washed clean, and when you turned a bit he could see the curve of your chest. Nipples hard from the cold, hands smoothing down the curves of your body as you got rid of any signs of your struggles from the previous day and night.

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his prey, basking in the sunlight, stripped down to almost nothing. If this was another trick of yours, you had succeeded, he thought bitterly. He pressed on his hardness, but it only grew as you threw on only your shirt and began walking back towards where your hunter sat. You had quickly tried to wash everything else you owned and thought that if the sun couldn’t keep you warm enough, maybe your captor could help you yet again.

Your intentions might have been less than pure, but you never actually thought the man who had seemed so indifferent to you would ever give you the pleasure you craved by now. However, you immediately spot what he’s trying to hide when you come close enough to see his tense stance. It was big. Hard, and hard to hide.

It honestly turns you on even more. You have been high on adrenaline for hours, then cuddled to sleep by one of the most ripped men you have ever seen in real life. Edged by his back, and then aroused by his gaze on your naked body. His erection was just proof that he felt the same way you did.

It might be a bad idea to sleep with your enemy, but-

Why not release some steam before you have to figure out a new way of getting out of this situation?

Taehyun seemed oblivious to your plans, too focused on the way you stood, half-naked, watching him carefully from only a couple of meters away. He couldn’t meet your eyes, but he could feel them seeing through his fur coat, noticing every involuntary twitch of his body.

When you had made up your mind you didn’t give yourself a chance to change your mind.

You went straight up to the man where he stood, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your soft body against his hardness. “Tell me if you don’t want me,” you stated before kissing his lips softly.

He returned it with fierceness. The passion of his tongue pressing into your mouth made your core ache for his touch. It didn’t matter who either of you were. It didn’t matter how you had gotten here. When he laid you down on the sun-warm grass and kissed down your body all you could think about was the pleasure he would give you.

When his tongue flicked over your hard nipples your back arched into his touch. You were a needy mess when his fingers pushed their way inside of you. Your first orgasm washed over you as you moaned into the open sky above and his hand pressed against all the parts you needed him to touch. This only seemed to spur on the fire in your hunter’s actions even more.

Caressing, more gentle than you had thought any fae capable of, and kisses, laden with the attraction you both held for one another made your mind fog up.

When you begged him to put it in, he obeyed. Giving you exactly what you asked for. You had never felt so full, and you wished that your ex could cry about how he would never be able to fill you up this good. You meet Taehyun’s thrusts with your hips each time, grinding up against him, chasing your high yet again. His moans echoed in your mind. They sounded like the most beautiful siren melody, and you were already a lost soul in the deep waters that belonged to the man who had you screaming for more even as you knew what awaited the two of you in your future.

He came on your stomach, your legs quivering as your core clenched around nothing once his length left you empty. The last thing you thought before giving in to the tiredness was that you had finally found your ticket out of this place.

Not even as he fucked you had he taken his fur off. It had to mean something.

Your eyes open but your body stays completely still. The sun was setting once again, the sun shone down on your hunter's sharp features. He held you safely in his arms, and you couldn't ignore the fact that he was truly enchanting. Your hand smoothed over the fur that was loosely wrapped around his body. You had no idea what it could mean to him, but perhaps you had been right when you recognized the pattern of the fur.

Maybe, this man was that same seal. And maybe, this fur was the only way he could shift between the two.

You remembered what you had promised. But did he truly expect you to stick to your promise even as he was bringing you back to the people who had held you captive as a prisoner for weeks? He couldn’t be that naive.

He was still asleep when you ripped the fur from his body. Leaving him bare, so gorgeous you almost regretted betraying his trust in this way as it meant you would certainly never see or feel his touch on you again. It was too late now though. You held his fur in your hand, grabbing the knife that had been attached to the garment. Taehyun woke from your movements and the knowledge that what he cared for most had been taken from him.

“Give that back,” he warned, eyes watching the knife pressed to his fur with caution. You could hear thunder in the distance.

“Send me home, and you can have it back.” You tried to steel yourself for what he would say or do in response to your actions.

It was a threat, and he had messed up by even giving you the chance to make the situation disadvantageous for him.

“I shouldn’t have expected you to be any different in the end. Always lying, always taking everything.” He thought about his own family, his parents, brothers, sisters, and cousins. All were killed by humans, hunters, and collectors. They always betrayed nature, and they were all liars who should never be trusted.

You had just proven years of hatred and suspicion true with your betrayal.

“Hand it over.”

“Not unless you promise to get me home!”

“I thought you knew that you wouldn’t survive if you chose to lie to me.”

He sounded hurt under the anger. Surprisingly, it pained you. Had you grown affectionate of the man you had been hunted, led astray, and were supposed to hate after a few gentle actions of affection from him?

You couldn’t think about it. Not now. You needed to get home.

“Send me home! I don’t want to do it, but I can’t die here!”

Taehyun’s gaze didn’t leave your grip on his fur. You didn’t know the power you held over him by holding that in your hands. If you truly destroyed it, he would be dead within a day. But telling you would only give you more power. How did you figure it out? Had his stern facade been broken down by a mere human woman?

He growled out his next words. Hating every second you were still in his sight. “Fine. give it to me, and you will go back.”

You knew it was dumb to trust him, but if his previous actions and the myth about fae not being able to lie was his true self, he would keep his promise no matter what. You lowered the knife, holding out the coat.

Your chest heaved with adrenaline. You didn’t know if you could bear meeting his dark eyes after what you had done. But it would all be worth it once you got home. Right?

Taehyun reached for his fur, snatching it out of your hand. His gaze was finally able to look at you once it was back in his possession. You looked apologetic, it disgusted him. You didn’t deserve to beg for his forgiveness, even through your eyes.

When he took a step closer, your grip around the blade you still held tightened. Would he kill you instead?

The clouds above your head draw nearer, thunder coming closer with every second that passes. You could barely hear him over the sounds of the waves below the cliff you stood on, breaking against the mountainside. You stepped back as he stepped towards you, his dark eyes keeping your attention locked on him. You didn’t even register how far he had pushed you until he put his hand on your chest, worried he might feel how hard your heartbeat was from his intimidating stare.

“I never want to see you again.” his voice barely above a whisper. With a gentle push, his hand left your skin, and your feet were no longer on solid ground. You fell down the cliffside.

Did he just push you to your death? You didn’t even scream. You simply accepted what had happened as you fell. At least, you had tried to get back home. Your body cracked through the surface of the water. But it didn’t hurt as much as you had imagined falling to your death would.

When the darkness enveloped you once again, you were convinced this was the end of your depressing life. But, if he was anything, Taehyun was honest. He would keep his promise no matter what. You found yourself resurfacing from the water onto the same shoreline you had left just a little while ago. Struggling for breath, you managed to crawl back to the safety of the land, coughing up water and feeling your lungs ache more than the rest of your body.

You had made it back from the place no one was to return from. Thanks to him.

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Awwwwwww this is freaking adorable

They look like loafs and I love them dearly

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