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gyuwoncheol · 6 months

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Sir, Please.

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t mind keeping you at the edge if it means watching you fall apart.

Warnings: Dom!Wonwoo, Sir! kink, edging, cockwarming, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), squirting, clitoral stimulation, lots of making out, creampie, pussy slapping (like once), overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, wrist pinning, dirty talk, use of pet names (Sir, good girl, darling, love, baby, sweetie), glorious aftercare (Wonu is the best), fluff. Please let me know if i missed something. Not proofread, might come back to fix up errors.

WC: 3k

Author’s note: First smut piece for Wonwoo my love. This was only supposed to be post-sex cuddles fluff but thought it was the right time to finally write smut for my favorite boy. As is the plot of this piece, good things come to those who wait 😏 Enjoy!

Tagging fellow Wonu lovers @multi-kpop-fanfics @playmetheclassics for the chaos.

“What’re you doing?” Your boyfriend quizzed, your bare body still on top of his, a cheek resting against his bare chest.

“Doodling,” you mumbled casually as your finger continued to draw lazy patterns on his side.

“Darling, it tickles.”

“I don’t see you flinching.”

“You’re on top of me. If I flinch, you might fall.” He stated matter-of-factly.

You craned your neck to look up at him, flashing a wide grin momentarily, “then suffer.”

You shook along with Wonwoo as he laughed at your reply, a strong arm secured tightly around your torso, while his free hand cradled the back of your head.

A large smile was permanently etched on Wonwoo’s face as you both laid in comfortable silence. When he had collapsed onto you just minutes ago after reaching his climax, he had asked so nicely if he could stay inside a little longer and who were you to complain? You’ve craved for this kind of intimacy with him for awhile now after being both so busy with work.

“You’re lucky i love you,” Wonwoo declared as he kissed the top of your head.

You hummed in response, trailing your fingers again on his side, nails lightly scratching on his skin, “did you just write ‘i love you too’ on my ribs?” He laughs, and you nod an affirmative.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and snuggling more into your boyfriend’s chest. Now would be a good time for time to stand still. The setting sun casted warm hues of light inside your bedroom and while the airconditioning was cold, Wonwoo was radiating just the right amount of heat to keep you from shivering.

“I��ve missed you,” you blurted out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this,” another kiss was placed on top of your head, “i’m sorry i’ve been so busy.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, resting your chin on his pecs to face him. “I wish i had more time to visit you in practice, or even just see you for lunch.”

“That’s okay, darling. We’re both just in our busy season. It will be over soon, yeah?” This time, Wonwoo’s palm was rubbing circular motions on the small of your back. “I was thinking we should go on a vacation when this all boils over.”

Your eyes grew wide, excited at your boyfriend’s suggestion, “really?”

“Yeah, maybe the countryside? Or out of the country? Where do you want?”

A blush crept up your cheeks at Wonwoo’s gesture of letting you choose, but honestly, you could’ve just stayed at your home and it would be okay. The last time you had a vacation, he made you choose the place too but this time, you didn’t really have a shortlist of destinations. You craned your neck to kiss his lips shortly, “surprise me?” You smiled shyly, “maybe somewhere peaceful and with fresh air? Anywhere as long as it’s with you is all I want, darling.”

“Okay, i’ll plan it out.” He confirmed before rolling you both over so his body hovered above yours

“Where are you going?” You pouted when he made a move to slip out of you.

“I need to clean you up, sweetie.”

You hooked a leg around his waist in retaliation, not at all ready to feel empty just yet. You attempted the most doe eyes you could muster, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes and clenching your pussy as you did so, “Don’t you wanna fuck me one more time?”

Wonwoo scoffed at your question, the corner of his lips pulling into a devious smile at your sweet tone, “can’t get enough, darling?” His voice was lower by a few octaves, enough to send a shiver through your spine and a gush of wetness in your cunt.

“N-no, sir.”

Wonwoo smirked at the nickname before doing an experimental thrust. When your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he simply chuckled before dragging his cock out slowly and then swiftly burying himself to the hilt, rendering you even more speechless than you were. He could feel the rhythmic spasming of your walls, causing him to grow harder and harder.

You cupped his face to bring it closer to yours, kissing him and sucking at his lower lip. Wonwoo smiles in the kiss, amused at your neediness especially when he feels you lift your hips and roll them on his.

“Eager are we?”

“Wonuuu,” you whined pathetically, clawing at his back.

“Wonu?” he questioned with a glare, pinning you to the mattress agressively, “that’s not what you called me minutes ago, darlin’”

“Well, I don’t know where he went. Maybe if you give me what I want then I’ll start calling you it again,” you smirked, dragging your nails a little more harshly on his skin making him hiss.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, only to dive into your right breast and suck harshly at the bud, eliciting a loud moan from you. He snakes his hand in between you both, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, immediately feeling you clench around his dick again.He mutters something about you being responsive but it flies over your head as he picks up his pace. The slide is much easier given your mixed cum and your new arousal so it takes him record time to hit your sweet spot. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags against your walls in a way that’s more delicious than awhile ago.

“S-sir, pl-pleaasee,” you shake, the pit of your stomach tightening as you arch your back.

“Does my darling want to cum?” The nickname sounds sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue and it only helps you get closer to the edge.

You nod your head repetitively, chants of ‘yes’s’ and ‘oh’s’ spilling from your lips, but then Wonwoo withdraws his hand from your sensitive bud and stills inside of you, a vice grip around your body as he licks the shell of your ear, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.” The words were loud, clear and firm, in a tone you knew all too well.

“But Won—“ you cry out loud, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your climax painfully float away.

“Nuh uh,” two harsh thrusts are delivered straight to your gspot as your boyfriend hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, “Call me wrong again and I will not let you cum at all.”

“Fuuuuck,” you mewl from the way his cock rams into you with the new angle, following it up with whines at the thought of getting no release, “S-sorry, sir! ‘M sorry!”

“There it is. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wonwoo mocks, “now be my good girl and hold it out for me, yeah?”

You’re a incoherent mess as you try to obey him, but it isn’t so easy when his large cock is abusing your sore, sloppy cunt. Words of filth pair each one of his powerful thrusts.

“My dirty little whore”

“So fuckin’ needy for my cock.”

“Can’t get enough of this pussy.”

“Your pussy is mine.”

“All made for me.”

You were letting out moans of pleasure as Wonwoo pounded into you mercilessly, the knot in your stomach making itself felt again.

“Fu– ah! Fuck, s-sir! Please!” You asked, but it only fell on deaf ears. Both your wrists were tightly pinned with just one of your boyfriend’s large hand above your head and his blown out pupils were looking right at you.

“Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, please!!!” you begged shamelessly, voice shaking and legs closing in as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

“Not. Yet.” Wonwoo withdrew fully from your hole and you shrieked at the loss, your hips lifting to chase after his dick only to have it slammed down by his free hand.

“Sir!!!” You scowled, eyebrows scrunching and eyes wide, anger and pain washing away yet another failed orgasm.

A proud, lopsided smirk appeared on your boyfriend’s face. He licked his bottom lip, enjoying the torture he beset on you despite his painfully hard cock.

“What?”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, you knew that much.

“Nothing,” you cowered and blinked back your tears, erasing the anger in your face much to your dismay.

“Good girl.”

You swallowed thickly, squirming once more when Wonwoo tapped his heavy length on your pussy, coating himself with your slippery wetness— not that he needed any more of it— before purposely slapping your swollen clit with his angry red tip. The stimulation from that alone already had your toes curling and it took every fibre of your being to not just unravel right there.

You should’ve known calling him ‘sir’ would lead to this, but behind the tearful denials, you knew immense pleasure awaits.

“Siirrr, p-please! I n-need it.”

“Shhh. Patience, darling. We’ve got lots of time.” The demonic chuckle Wonwoo let out had you whimpering pitifully, your hands fighting to break free from his hold.

It seemed your boyfriend was hell bent on prolonging your agony when he simply continues to endlessly tap his shaft on your clit as he pumps himself.

Wonwoo was not usually loud in bed, save for his occasional grunts and broken groans when he falls into bliss. However, he’s decided now would be the perfect time to make matters all the more worse for you. He was being loud about it all, no holds barred. The squelching noises of his dick against your wet lips is now easily drowned out by the guttural moans Wonwoo has let slip past his mouth. You thought his dirty talk is music? Well, this was a symphony.

You had thought you wouldn’t get close this time around since he wasn’t inside you but the relentless knocks on your clit and the obnoxiously loud moans of your boyfriend have proved you wrong. Your hands balled into fists and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally fighting off the ball of pleasure in your lower abdomen.

“Look at you, fighting so hard,” Wonwoo snickers, pressing down the tip of his cock to your clit in slow circular motions, “show me how good you are yeah?”

“Yes yes yes! ‘M good! Your good girl, promise!” You were so far gone, pliant to each one of your boyfriend’s requests.

“So wet, you’re soiling the bed,” he points out the obvious, “what a fuckin’ mess.” Wonwoo saw another shiver run through you, indicating you were seconds away from release. So for the third time that day, he denies you of the very thing you crave for, letting go of your wrists and then landing a sharp smack to your pussy before completely backing away to watch you spasm and curl up into a ball of needy tears and pathetic whines.

Your head was spinning and your senses were more than heightened. The slippery feeling of your arousal between your thighs were making it harder for you to squeeze them shut and stay still. Wonwoo simply loomed over you, giving you enough time to stabilize your breathing and let your failed orgasm ebb away. He knew that if he’d put so much just as one finger on your skin, you’d cum right away. Contrary to his actions, he wanted you to cum, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you cry for it first.

“S-sirr,” you sobbed.

A gentle touch carefully landed on your calf and when you didn’t flinch away, Wonwoo let out a sigh of relief, “Yes, baby?”

“Please,” your voice barely above a whisper, “n-need you…”

Whatever other words you had planned were swallowed by Wonwoo in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and messy, his skillful tongue darting to yours, teeth biting at your lips. You both moaned in unison when he impaled you on his cock once more.

“So big,” you groaned, initially amused at the delicious stretch until you realised, he’s had to hold off his own orgasm too.

Wonwoo gives it his all, jackhammering into you like it would be the last time. The sound of moans and skin slapping skin reverberate around the room. And then, there it is again, a coil so tight on your stomach, you fear you’re going delirious to the point of no return.

“Wo— Sir!” You quickly correct yourself, losing the least bit of dignity you had, tears drenching your cheeks, “i’m b-begging, p-please…”

The gentle kiss on your nose set a stark contrast from how his cock abused your sopping cunt, but relief finally took over you at the words whispered in your ear, “so good for me. Let go, baby. I got you.”

A strangled cry ripped out of your throat, your orgasm gloriously hitting you like a tidal wave. Wonwoo continued to talk you through it while holding down your convulsing body and slamming his hips into you, the sight of your pussy creaming his cock eventually producing broken moans from him.

“B-babe, too– ah! Too m-much!” More tears fell on your face as Wonwoo did deep snaps, his pelvic bone grinding on your clit.

“C’mon baby, m’ close. S-so close!”

Incomprehensible noises tumbled out of you when your boyfriend buried himself deep, pushing onto your sweetest spot and stilling there. Between his guttural groans, the perfect ‘O’ shape of his mouth and the thick loads of hot white cum that flooded your velvety walls, another coil snapped within you, a new round of arousal seeping out of your spent hole, except this time, much wetter and hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuuuck, darling,” Wonwoo trembled as the last of his nectar oozed out, “did I just make you squirt?”

“Fuck off,” you scowled, wishing you had more energy to wipe the smug look plastered on your boyfriend’s face.

“So I did?” Wonwoo pursed his lips and scrunched his nose, a look you very much love but absolutely hate right now.

You let your bottom lip jut out in a pout, your brows drawing to the center of your face, “how could I not when you edged me like that!”

“You’re cute,” was his only response, very slowly slipping his softening cock out of you. Your sweet boyfriend peppered kisses all over your face, replacing your frown with a smile. “Did I make you feel good, darling?” He asked genuinely, not wanting to ever subject you to something which you didn’t enjoy doing.

You gave him a shy nod, pulling him closer by his neck to close the gap between your mouths and share a loving kiss, much like how it was way earlier. It didn’t take long for you to part, your lungs still recharging to full capacity after having all the air knocked out of you.

Wonwoo gave you more time to recover, resting his head on the crook of your neck to leave soft kisses on your skin, especially on the blooming bruises he left in his wake.

“Darling, you can’t sleep yet,” he shook you gently when he noticed your prolonged stillness.

A small whine escaped your lips, “but Woo… i’m tired.”

“I know, i know,” he hushed softly, “but we need to get you cleaned up and also, change the sheets. I’ll make it quick.”

You had no time nor energy to protest. You were simply being carried bridal style into the bathroom, your boyfriend making sure you peed before he went on to wash up yours and his sweaty body with warm water. He was so so tender with his touch, especially in all parts between your legs. He’d keep an observant eye to every reaction your face made, careful not to cause any pain.

“Can… can you be mine?” you squeaked, and Wonwoo giggled at the drunken look of love on your face. Every time you think nothing can top sex with your boyfriend in your own little list of World’s Most Wonderful Things, you’re reminded that aftercare by him exists.

“Darling, i’m already yours,” Wonwoo chuckles.

You noded with a grin, brain really starting to drift off into slumber, “I like that.”

He fixes his glasses by the bridge of his nose after giving you a once-over, now dressed in cotton panties and one of his large navy blue shirts which hung mid-thigh on you.

Wonwoo lifts you up to sit on the bathroom counter before cupping your cheeks to meet your eyes, “baby, can you sit here and wait for me for about 10 to 15 minutes, please? I need to change our sheets.”

He had expected you to whine and retaliate, knowing you were always extra clingy after sex, but you simply nodded and smiled. You think you felt his lips on your forehead but you aren’t too sure.

The moment Wonwoo slips out of the bathroom, you’re fighting not to fall asleep, but 15 minutes is long, and maybe you can just lean your head a bit on the cold marble tile—

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” the tall man chuckles as he lifts you in his arms. You swore it hadn’t been fifteen minutes, not even ten! But then he walks past your bed and out of your shared bedroom. The light of the hallway enough to stir your brain awake.

“Where are we going?” You ask, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck as he cradles you into another room.

Wonwoo laughs at your question, “We have to take the guest bedroom for the night, darling. You’ve soaked through our mattress.”

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dumbseee · 2 months

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boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

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kwanisms · 6 months

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Accidents Happen — h.hyunjin, l.felix

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➮ witch!Felix × f!Reader × incubus!Hyunjin wc: 10.5k summary: While studying for a witches exam, Felix leaves his materials out where his girlfriend, Y/N, happens upon them. When she reads an incantation, an incubus is accidentally summoned. Deciding to make a spectacle of it, the demon forces Felix to watch as he seduces his girlfriend. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; supernatural, witchcraft, and demonic themes, establish relationship (Felix), s2l (Hyunjin); non idol au, witch au, demon au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, Felix practices witchcraft, alcohol consumption (Y/N has a glass of wine), Hyunjin is a menace and restrains Felix with his powers, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip Join the taglist! »» Closes 10/30 @ 23:00 CST! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this one is kinda dark, not gonna lie so read with caution. This isn't a joke lol this is also kind of self indulgent cause I can. I used Google Translate again for the spell, so it might not be super accurate but I'm not really going for accuracy here lol it's smut. Thank you so much for reading, if you like this pls reblog or comment! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (demons don’t care lol but you should), somnophilia, auralism, mind break, cuckold, use of pet names (Felix calls her angel, baby, but Hyunjin calls her slut, whore, etc), Hyunjin is a menace and Felix is a sobbing mess. Let me know if I missed anything!

dialogue prompt: ❛ I’m going to have you screaming by the end of the night ❜ & ❛ do you really think you’re in a position to be giving orders? ❜

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Witches. Beings that have existed all throughout history and have instilled fear in communities for centuries. Practitioners of dark magic. Beings that worship the devil and sell their souls in exchange for mystical powers. This was how witches were always perceived.

Only it was entirely wrong.

Felix had heard a plethora of names thrown at him all his life. “Witch! Devil-worshiper! Heretic!” The words had been shouted at him from various sources but he knew deep down they were only scared because they didn’t understand.

He was misunderstood, his practices were misunderstood, and magick was misunderstood.

Felix didn’t stand around a cauldron, stirring in weird ingredients like eyes of newts or tiger claws or whatever other things fiction thought sounded bizarre and outlandish. Felix didn’t even own a cauldron. He wasn’t that kind of witch. He focused more on summoning and conjuring. That was his school.

But even the conjuration school of magick had special items he needed in order to do his spells. For that he had to visit Arcana Infinitum. The shop was located in the back corner of the town square, nestled between the ice cream shop and a beautiful and old antique store named Pandora’s Box.

Ignoring the weird looks he got from mothers as they pulled their children along and hurried across the street to avoid him, Felix continued on, the heels of his boots echoing on the stone sidewalk as he walked down past Marino’s and turned the corner.

Arcana Infinitum was a sight for sore eyes after all the glares and stares as Felix had walked from his home he shared with his girlfriend to the town square. He tried to not let it get to him but to see so much hate and disdain in one place made him wonder if moving here to this small town was worth it at all.

Not that he’d ever bring this up with you, his girlfriend.

He crossed the cobbled street and reached the door to the shop and opened it, stepping inside and finding solace in the warm interior. It wasn’t entirely freezing outside but the light mist really made the chilly air bite at his skin, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a bright pink.

“Welcome to-- oh it’s you, Felix!” a voice said and the blond looked up to see one of his favorite shopkeepers smiling at him from the back of the shop. “Hey, Joong,” Felix said as he moved further into the shop, meeting Hongjoong halfway. “What brings you in today?” Hongjoong asked, reaching up to brush some of his bright blue hair out of his eyes.

He wore a simple white button down shirt with bell sleeves cinched at the wrist and black slacks. Over this he wore a simple off white apron. “I’m studying for my exam,” Felix explained, reaching into the small crossbody he carried and pulling out a folded piece of paper. “It’s for my conjuration exam,” he continued, unfolding the sheet and handing it to Hongjoong. “I need these items.”

Felix watched Hongjoong read over the list, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as the older man muttered to himself. “I should have all of this,” Hongjoong finally said. “Look around while I gather your materials.” Felix thanked him as Hongjoong moved to grab a small wire basket and started walking around the shop while he walked over to look at a display of postcards.

Most of them were for the town and all of them were hand drawn. “Who drew these?” Felix called as he looked over the cards. “Oh, that would be Yunho and San,” Hongjoong replied as he moved behind the wooden counter and started searching through the shelves on the back wall.

Felix continued to look around. He had reached a bookcase with old tomes and spellbooks. He ran his fingers over the spines of the books, reading the titles until one caught his eye. A dark purple hardback with gold lettering in Hangul. He grabbed the tome and pulled it from its place. It was heavy as Felix looked over the cover.

“When did this come in?” Felix asked, holding it up to show Hongjoong the cover. “Oh a few days ago!” Hongjoong said as he set the wire basket on the counter and started to add everything up. Felix walked over with the purple book in his hands. “Is it for sale?” he asked softly as he reached the counter.

Hongjoong looked up and smiled before returning to his task. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” he retorted, adding everything up on the calculator before putting in Felix’s discount. “Add this on to my order,” Felix said, setting the book on the counter as Hongjoong started to bag everything.

He picked up the book and put it in the bag and told Felix his total as the latter pulled out his wallet. “Even with the book?” Felix asked. Hongjoong shook his head. “Book is on the house. Think of it as a little slice of home.”

Felix pulled out a few notes and handed them to Hongjoong who promptly entered the amount into the register and put the money away, grabbing Felix’s change. “Tell Y/N I said hey,” Hongjoong said as Felix put his money away and picked up his bag. “I will,” he said with a smile.

Exiting the shop, Felix shifted the bag in his arms as his phone started to ring. He pulled it from his pocket and smiled as he answered it. “Hey babe,” he said softly. “Hey,” came your voice. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t his favorite sound in the world.

“Are you home?” you asked.

“No,” Felix said as he started to walk across the street. “I ran by the shop to get some things for my exam,” he explained. “Hongjoong said to say hi by the way,” he added. You chuckled on the other side. “Of course he did. I’ll say hi next time I see him. Are you heading home now then?” you asked.

Felix could hear voices on your end of the line. “Yeah, hey, what’s that whispering?” he asked as he continued down the sidewalk, offering quiet pardons as he squeezed between other townspeople.

“Oh those are my coworkers and trust me,” you said. “They’re not whispering.” Felix heard a few soft apologies and snorted. “How’s work?” he asked and you sighed. “It’s alright. I wish I was home instead.” Felix laughed as he glanced up and down the street before hurrying across. “Don’t we all.”

You clicked your tongue in feigned annoyance. “You’re one to talk,” you replied. “I have a job!” Felix replied, sounding mildly scandalized. “I just don’t work in an office with a view of the city,” he added. You chuckled and no doubt shook your head. “When are you coming home?” Felix asked as he walked down the street towards your shared home.

“Soon,” you replied. “Cleo has told us she has an end of the day meeting we’re supposed to attend so we’re all in here waiting for that to start. It might run over if she’s any later. So I was wondering if you’d be able to swing by the grocery store and grab the things on the list?”

Felix stopped in his tracks at the bottom of the steps leading up into the house. “I just got home,” he murmured. “I can drop this off and go back,” he added as he started up the steps, sandwiching his phone between his ear and his shoulder and digging for his keys.

“No, it’s okay,” you replied. “I know you’ve got a lot of studying to do. I’ll just stop by on my way home. Dinner will just be a little late tonight,” you replied as Felix unlocked the doors and let himself in. He shut the door before Fanta, his orange familiar cat, couldn’t escape.

“Are you sure?” Felix asked as he walked past the living room and into the kitchen. “Mhm,” you answered. “Cleo’s just entered the room so hopefully this meeting can start and I’ll be out of here sooner than expected. Gotta go,” you whispered. “Okay, I love you,” Felix said quickly. “I love you, too!”

Felix smiled as he hung up the phone and turned to open a cabinet, grabbing one of the glasses and moving to the fridge to get some ice and water. Fanta jumped up onto the counter, letting out a croaky meow as Felix turned to look over his shoulder. “What have I said about jumping onto the counter, Fanta?” The animal let out a small meow before moving and hopping down.

Felix rolled his eyes, sipping on his water and scrolling through his feed. “The world is a crazy place,” Felix started as Fanta walked over to the back door and meowed, pawing at the wood. “You live in a nice warm house. You’re safe here. Why would you want to go outside where you could be killed?” Felix asked, walking over and picking up the cat.

Fanta meowed as Felix cuddled him close. “Oh, you’re so dramatic,” Felix muttered as Fanta struggled to get free before Felix let him hop down. “Fine. I try to show you love and you don’t appreciate it. I’m going to study.”

Felix set his empty glass in the sink and grabbed his purchase from Arcana Infinitum before heading upstairs. He set the bag on his desk and then headed into your shared bedroom and sat on the foot of the bed, reaching down to untie his boots. Had he been home, his mother would have hit him over the head for wearing his shoes all over the house but you didn’t seem to mind.

Once his boots were removed, he started changing into more comfortable clothes, tossing his black jeans and shirt into the hamper and pulling on some gray sweats and an oversized white tee.

Once he was comfortable, Felix returned to his study where he started to unpack the items he’d bought, setting them aside as he did so. He pulled out the purple Korean book of spells and opened it, eyes scanning the pages written entirely in Hangul.

Maybe he’d do a little light reading before studying. He’d gotten the book for free after all. Felix set the book on the chaotic and messy surface of his desk, turning the page, and started reading.

When you arrived home after stopping by the grocery store, it was much later than you liked. The meeting thankfully hadn’t gone on for very long and the bus to your small town on the outskirts of the city didn’t eat too much time either. It was when you arrived at the grocery store to pick up a few things that things went wrong.

As usual, one of the elderly ladies in the town had to stop you and lecture you about the uses of witchcraft and making deals with the devil. You had to explain for what felt like the millionth time that you weren’t the one practicing magick nor were you in the habit of speaking about your boyfriend like that. You reminded them that magick wasn’t harmful. It wasn’t like what the movies portray it as.

One lady in particular had held you up as you tried to check out until you told her to bugger off out of frustration, grabbing your bags and quickly leaving the store with your purchases. The walk back to the house wasn’t long either but it was still late as you let yourself in with your key, careful to make sure Fanta didn’t try another daring escape out the door.

You carried the bags over to the kitchen and started putting the cold items away. You’d picked up another tub of ice cream knowing you’d need some after the week you’d had. Once you had put most of the groceries away, you were working in the pantry when you heard a creak of wood above you.

“Felix?” you called, stopping your movements. When he didn’t respond, you decided to go upstairs and check on him. Climbing the steps one at a time you made your way up and at the landing, turned around the bannister and approached the door to his study.

You knocked softly but when there was no answer, you turned the knob and pushed the door open, peering in to find your boyfriend fast asleep, his head resting on his arms.

You smiled as you pushed the door open fully and stepped into the room. Reaching down, you brushed some of his blond hair back and then your eyes landed on a small strip of paper lying on the book he had open on the desk.

You picked it up and scanned the words curiously. It was in Korean, that much you could tell. Felix had taught you the Korean alphabet and how to pronounce the letters and he had taught you a couple words so you could at least read some things. You recognized one word on the paper but regardless you read the sentence aloud.

“Gajang gip-eun jiog-eseo neoleul bulleonae gyeolsogsikyeo jugessda.”

You shrugged your shoulders and set the paper back down before turning to head back to the door until something caught your eye.The flame of a candle, dancing inside the glass. Stopping in your tracks, you turned back to face his desk and shook your head as you moved to the lit candle on the desk, leaning in to blow out the flame.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you not to light candles if you’re going to fall asleep,” you murmured, gently stroking your boyfriend’s hair before exiting the room, closing the door with a click and returning to the kitchen downstairs to start dinner.

It had been a while since you’d made a nice home cooked meal, the two of you had been ordering out lately and you decided to do something nice not only for your hard working boyfriend but for yourself.

You seasoned and prepared the chicken, letting it marinate for thirty minutes as you prepared the vegetables and started your sauce in a pan. Once the skillet was oiled and heated, you added the chicken and let it sizzle for a bit before stirring it and added the veggies.

As you worked, you murmured the phrase you’d read earlier, turning it into a little song as music played in your head. You turned the chicken over again and finally poured the sauce in while some noodles boiled. “Okay, I need actual music now,” you said to yourself pulling your phone from your purse and turning some Mikazuki BIGWAVE on.

Felix awoke with a start, eyes snapping open as he looked around. He sat up, a loose page from his notes sticking to his cheek. He grabbed it and set it back on the desk before looking around.

The door to the study was cracked open and he could smell something wafting through the air towards him. He looked down at his desk, the purple book lying innocently and looking back at him. Something was different. He noticed a small piece of parchment with Korean written on it.

He picked it up and read the sentence quietly. He didn’t like the words on it and shook his head, tucking the piece of paper away in the back pages of the book before marking his place and shutting the book. He could resume reading it later. He picked up the tome and set it on one of the shelves before getting up and stretching.

He pulled open the door, the smell of dinner getting stronger as he made his way out of the study and down the stairs. “Y/N?” Felix called. “In here!” He followed the sound of your voice and cooking into the kitchen where you looked up and smiled at him. He walked over, planting a kiss on your cheek, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

“It smells really good, babe,” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It should be ready soon,” you said softly, giggling as he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Mmm, you smell good, too,” he added, pressing a couple soft kisses to the base of your neck. “I’m not for dinner,” you replied. “Hmm, maybe for dessert?” he whispered, sending a chill up your spine.

“Dinner first,” you retorted. “No,” he whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Yes,” you said with a laugh. “Dinner first,” you set the spatula down and turned in his hold to face him, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “Then you can help me clean up and get your dessert after,” you added, pressing a kiss to his lips. Felix chased your lips as you pulled back.

“Fine,” he pouted as you turned back to finish dinner, adding the cooked pasta and giving everything a good mix as Felix moved to grab bowls from the cabinet. “There’s garlic bread, too,” you announced as he set the bowls on the counter and then grabbed two plates.

“What is it?” he asked as he moved to stand beside you. “Just a chicken recipe I found on Pinterest,” you replied struggling. “It’s got zucchini, red peppers, a white sauce and then chicken,” you explained as you turned the range off and started to scoop some pasta and chicken up to place in the bowls Felix held.

“Next bowl,” you said as you waited for Felix but he leaned in. “Pay the tax first,” he said, holding back a laugh. You rolled your eyes, kissing him before he moved the other bowl over.

Once the food had been served and you both had glasses of wine, you sat down and started eating. “This is so fucking good,” Felix said, covering his mouth with his hand. “You like it?” you asked, smiling at him. “Yes! I love it,” he replied, taking another bite.

“Good,” you chirped, taking a bite as well. “Neomu masisseo!” you heard your boyfriend say and you smiled.

Felix was placing another forkful of pasta into his mouth when he heard you mutter something under your breath.

"Neoleul bulleonae gyeolsogsikyeo jugessda."

He froze in place and slowly turned to face you. You had picked up some noodles and placed them in your mouth, glancing up and smiling at him. He couldn't be sure if he heard you properly.

"What did you say?" he asked softly, making you glance up at him. "Hmm?" you asked quietly. "What did you just say?" Felix asked again. "Neoleul bulleonae gyeolsogsikyeo jugessda," you repeated.

Felix's eyes widened, leaning forward as you continued to recite the evocation he'd seen earlier. "Gajang gip-eun jiog-eseo--"

Felix clamped his hand over your mouth. He shook his head. "Don't," he continued. "Don't finish that."

Your eyes widened comically and you nodded as Felix finally let go and sat back in his chair. “Where did you even learn that?” he asked, watching as a look of confusion crossed your face. “From a paper in your study,” you replied. Felix mentally cursed himself for leaving things out.

He would just have to perform a spell of protection before bed.

“It’s just gibberish, right?” you asked, innocently. Felix forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah,” he said softly.

“Just gibberish.”

After dinner, Felix helped you clean up, washing the dishes and handing them for you to rinse and set aside to dry. His mind was reeling with thoughts of what you might have summoned. He knew that piece of paper was a summoning spell. ‘From the depths of hell,’ he thought to himself. ‘It couldn’t have taken,’ he continued. ‘She only recited the evocation. She didn’t do the entire ritual.’

Once the kitchen was cleaned, you set your gloves on the edge of the sink to let them dry and turned to Felix, smiling at him. “Well,” you started, drawing his attention as he pulled his own gloves off. “You helped me clean up,” you continued. Felix nodded, looking around. “I always do,” he replied.

You raised an eyebrow at his reply. “Don’t you want your dessert now?” you asked, reaching forward to grab one of his hands. Felix’s eyes widened. Of course, how could he have forgotten?

“How about a movie first?” Felix offered. He wasn’t quite in the mood now but with some coaxing, he knew his mood could change quickly. You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, connecting your lips with his. “Fine,” you murmured against his smile. “A movie first, then dessert.”

You pulled him from the kitchen, leading the way into the living room and over to the couch. Felix sat down, grabbing the remote and turned the tv on as you settled in next to him. He flipped through the options, settling on one and starting the film quickly.

It only took a few minutes of your fingers playing with his hair for him to pull you onto his lap, hands on your hips as you grinded on him, moaning into each other’s mouths. “Fuck,” Felix groaned, hand resting on the back of your neck. “You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned as your hips moved, grinding against his erection.

“I need you, Lix,” you whined, hands resting on his shoulders. “You need me, yeah?” he asked, looking up at you through heavy lids. You nodded quickly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck, I better give you what you need then, hadn’t I?”

You scrambled off his lap, taking his hand and pulling your boyfriend up the stairs, heading for the bedroom where you shut the door after him. Felix was on you as soon as the door shut, hands grabbing your hips and guiding you to the bed before he pushed you back onto the mattress, discarding his shirt and climbing on top of you.

“You’ve been locked away in your study so many nights,” you whispered as Felix kissed a path down the side of your neck. “Have I been neglecting you, baby?” he mumbled against your skin.

You nodded, breathing heavily as you felt his hands move to undo your pants. “I’m sorry, angel,” he continued as he started to pull your pants and underwear down, discarding them on the floor before pushing your thighs apart, settling between them on his stomach.

Your walls clenched around nothing as he eyed your glistening sex hungrily, licking his lips before meeting your gaze, his eyes boring into yours.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Felix awoke with a start, sitting up and gasping as he looked around the dark room. Light pattering against the window told Felix that it was raining. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he pulled himself from the tangle of sheets, glancing back at you sleeping peacefully beside him.

Glancing at the clock, the red numbers read three thirty-three. ‘The Witching Hour,’ Felix thought as he slowly got up from the bed, careful to not disturb you. He walked towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly and pulling the door open.

The hall outside was dark, the pattering of rain was louder as Felix cautiously stepped out into the corridor, the wood creaking under his bare feet. He stopped just outside the opened bedroom door and looked around, the small plug-in lights creating a line of lights along the corridor floor.

As he started forward towards the stairs, Felix turned his head towards the study. The door was shut firmly as he had left it earlier. He headed down the stairs, looking over the railing into the living room. Upon reaching the landing, he turned and walked into the living room, glancing around.

His eyes strained, trying to see in the low light. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and let out a sigh, now truly wondering what woke him up. He started for the kitchen with the idea of getting a glass of water when he heard a soft creaking to his left. He turned his head quickly, finding the small door under the stairs ajar.

Felix moved to one of the end tables between the sofa and the loveseat, turning on the lamp and adding some illumination to the room. He continued forward slowly, keeping his eye on the door until he reached it. Taking the knob quietly, he pulled the door open and reached inside, pulling the string for the overhead light.

Inside the tiny storage space, nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be in place. Perhaps you had gone into this space earlier and didn’t get the door shut completely. Felix tugged the string, throwing the space into darkness before backing up and closing the door, making sure the latch clicked.

He turned and headed into the kitchen, moving to grab a clean glass and get some ice water. As he was sipping on the water, he heard what sounded like knocking and looked up before moving around the counter and into the living room again. He strained his ears, listening for any sound over the soft pattering of rain on the roof.

He walked over to the door and peered out one of the windows on the side of the frame. He saw nothing and turned on the porch light, still seeing nothing. Shrugging, Felix turned the light off and headed into the kitchen to set his empty glass in the sink before making his way to the stairs.

Just as he was about to take the first step, a series of slow, heavy, and evenly paced knocks rang out from behind him. He froze and turned around to look at the door, his pulse starting to beat more heavily. He moved slowly, walking back to the window and peering out. Through the glass he could see a dark shadow standing on the porch.

He pulled back and stared at the door. ‘Who could it be this late?’ he wondered. Deciding to take another peek, his eyes widened when he saw the figure was gone. ‘I really shouldn’t open the door,’ he told himself. ‘But as long as I keep the outside door shut and locked it should be fine, right?’

He took a deep breath, taking the door knob in one hand as he turned the deadbolt, unlocking it with a click before he turned the knob and pulled open the heavy wooden door. The outside door was locked still as it was when he locked up the house for the night.

Outside the porch was empty, just like it had been the last time he peered outside through the window. Felix leaned against the door, looking to the sides of the porch the best he could before he let out the breath he was holding. ‘There’s no one here,’ he told himself. “You’re seeing things,” he whispered, taking a step back and closing the door and engaging the lock.

He shook his head, chuckling to himself before starting up the stairs. As he reached the top landing, his smile fell as his eyes landed on the door to his study. The door that he knew had been closed when he went downstairs not twenty minutes ago was now ajar.

Felix glanced towards the bedroom and then back to his study as his feet slowly and quietly carried him forward. He reached the study and carefully pushed the door open, looking inside. The lamp on his desk was on but other than that, nothing seemed to be out of place.

Felix let out an exasperated sigh and stepped into the room and turned off the lamp, throwing the room into darkness. He glanced out the window, doing a double take when he noticed a dark figure standing in the backyard. He rushed to the window but the figure was gone. ‘What is going on with you?’

Felix shook his head and pulled the sheer curtains shut. As he turned back for the door, his breath caught in his throat. He could see a dark figure standing in the corner. His heart rate increased, a cold chill breaking throughout his body and a shiver running up his spine at the sight.

A dark heavy feeling settled in his stomach as his mouth started to run dry. ‘Just ignore it,’ he told himself. ‘It will go away if you ignore it.’ He focused his eyes on the door and started towards it, pretending as if he hadn’t seen the figure. Just as he reached the door, his body betrayed him and his head turned slightly to look at the dark figure which was now next to the door and next to him.

Felix’s lips parted but before he could call out for you, he felt a hand around his neck as the figure grabbed him, lifting him clean off his feet and slamming him against the wall quickly. Felix clawed at the hand around his throat as the figure leaned in, sniffing him before he heard a deep, almost demonic voice say “it’s not you.”

It let go of his neck and Felix fell to his feet, coughing as he reached up to massage his neck. The dark shadow pinned him against the wall, growling dangerously. “Wh-what do you want?” Felix managed to croak out, his voice hoarse and weak. “What do I want?” the figure asked. “I was summoned here.”

Felix’s eyes widened. The incantation, the one he told you was just gibberish. It had brought this? Was it a demon? Before Felix could voice any of his questions, the figure spoke. “I know what you are, witch,” it said. “But I also know you didn’t summon me, so tell me,” the figure continued.

Before it could ask its own question, a voice called out and Felix’s heart dropped into his stomach. “No,” he whispered as the figure turned its head, letting out a chuckle. “You’re not alone,” the demon said. “It must have been her.”

Before Felix could protest, the demon dropped him, throwing him to the floor. Felix looked up but the dark figure was gone. “No,” he said, scrambling up to his feet and rushing out of the study, his feet thudding against the wooden floor as he made for the bedroom.

Upon entering, he looked around wildly as you sat up and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. “What’s wrong?” you asked as Felix looked around and finally moved over to the bed, making sure to check under it before looking in the closet. “Felix?” you asked softly as he moved to look out the window into the backyard but saw nothing.

“Felix, what’s wrong?” you asked again as he moved to the bed and sat back down. “Nothing,” he answered. “I thought I saw something,” he added before waving his hand and pulling the covers back and draping them over his legs. “Let’s just go back to sleep, love,” he murmured.

You nodded, turning off the lamp and settled back under the covers, Felix wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Goodnight,” you whispered as he placed a couple kisses on your shoulder. “Goodnight, angel,” Felix replied, his voice soft in your ear.

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but Felix awoke with a start, blinking rapidly as he looked around. He was no longer in bed. He was instead sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

“What the-” he tried to push himself up but found he couldn’t move. ‘Sleep paralysis?’ he wondered before looking down and saw he was bound, quite literally, to the chair. White strips of cotton tying his wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, looking down and trying in vain to free himself.

“Don’t even bother,” a voice said and Felix looked up. The dark figure was standing in the corner, glowing red eyes looking at him and sending a chill up his spine. “You won’t be getting out until I’m done.” Felix stared back at the creature. “Done? Done with what?” Felix asked.

The figure began to move towards the bed. “Don’t,” Felix warned as the shadow stopped near the bed. Felix watched as the figure reached forward and turned on the bedside lamp near you.

Expecting to see a grotesque demonic presence, Felix was shocked when a young man, seemingly no older than he, came into view. He had shoulder length blond hair that fell in soft waves, half of it pulled up into a ponytail with strands framing his face. He was tall and slim, wearing a fitted black suit.

“Don’t what?” the man asked, his voice smooth and clear. “Don’t touch her?” he continued. Felix struggled against the bonds holding him in place. “She summoned me, did she not?” he asked as one hand moved to take hold of the covers. “I said don’t!” Felix snapped.

The man looked up, his red irises burning into Felix. He moved around to the foot of the bed, bringing him closer to Felix’s position, and took a seat. “Do you really think you’re in a position to be giving orders?” the man asked, tilting his head to the side. Felix said nothing, only staring back at the demon.

“Don’t touch her,” Felix said again. The figure sighed and quick as a flash, the chair Felix was sitting in was pushed back, the demon had him in another chokehold. “I’ll do whatever I want,” he growled, his voice demonic and low again. “She summoned me. Not you.”

Felix stared up into the red irises. “So if I want to fuck her and make you watch, I will.”

Felix struggled to speak, spitting out the words. “Didn’t know--” The demon let go of his throat, watching as Felix coughed. “She didn’t know what she was doing. I’m the witch here. Not her. She doesn’t know what any of this is.” The demon let the chair fall back onto all four legs as he stepped back, tucking his hands into his pockets. “What’s your name, witch?” he asked.

Felix looked up at him, the position he was in made him feel inferior. Like he was beneath this creature. “Felix,” he finally spat out, the contempt and fury he held for the creature finally surfacing. “Felix,” the creature parroted. “Nice to meet you Felix, I’m Hyunjin.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care what your name is,” he started. “My girlfriend isn’t a witch. She doesn’t understand what she was doing so you need to leave her alone,” he hissed. The demon, Hyunjin, smiled again. “Do you know what she said in that spell?” he asked, cocking his head.

Felix nodded, not needing to think about it.

“Gajang--”

“In English, if you would please, Felix,” Hyunjin interrupted, the smirk on his face never faltering.

Felix glared at the demon, mustering as much hatred as he could.

“I summon you from the depths of hell and likewise bind you to me,” Felix answered finally.

“Exactly,” Hyunjin replied. “But she didn’t know!” Felix countered as the demon moved from the foot of the bed. “She was just reading it! She thought it was gibberish!”

Hyunjin turned to look at Felix, now standing beside your sleeping form. “Gibberish? How could she possibly think it was gibberish?” he asked. “Because she doesn’t understand Korean. She can speak the words and read them but she doesn’t know what they mean unless I tell her,” Felix explained as Hyunjin walked back over.

“Are you being facetious?” the demon asked. Felix shook his head vigorously.

“I’m not.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh and stood up straight. “Regardless,” he started. “I was summoned. I have to complete the ritual.” Felix struggled against his restraints as the demon moved to your side of the bed. “Stop it please! Stop!” Felix pleaded. Hyunjin held up his hand.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “You’ll wake her.” ‘That’s it! Wake her up!’

Felix opened his mouth to call out to you. To wake you up but Hyunjin was on him in seconds, taking Felix’s chin in his hand. “Do it and I’ll gut you then I’ll snap her neck” he warned his voice deep and demonic. Felix’s eyes widened and he nodded silently.

Hyunjin let go of Felix and returned to the bed, sitting beside your sleeping form once again. “Y/N,” he said softly. Felix watched in horror as the demon gently brushed his fingers along your arm. “Y/N, sweetheart,” he continued and it dawned on Felix that Hyunjin was speaking in his voice. Felix’s own voice was coming out of the demon.

You murmured in your sleep, rolling onto your back, one hand resting on your stomach and the other falling onto Felix’s empty space. “Y/N,” Hyunjin repeated in Felix’s stolen voice. “Baby.” Felix felt his blood boil as Hyunjin’s hand cupped your cheek. “Get your hands off of her!” Felix snapped.

Hyunjin looked up, red irises glowing as he glared at Felix. “I warned you once,” he said darkly. “Don’t make me do it again.” Felix felt a cold shiver run up his spine. Something in the demon’s voice made him freeze up. “I won’t hesitate to snap her neck,” he threatened.

“So stop talking.”

Felix nodded, looking from the demon’s eyes to your sleeping form.

You tried to open your eyes but your lids were too heavy. You weren’t sure what woke you until you felt a hand on your cheek. “Y/N?” you heard Felix’s voice. “Y/N, sweetheart,” he said again. You murmured, uncertain of the words leaving your lips. You heard a chuckle. “Shh,” you heard Felix say again.

“Felix,” you finally whined as you felt the sheets being pulled back. “I’m right here,” you heard him whisper, feeling his hand moving up your thigh to your hip, pushing your sleep shirt up past your hip. “Mmh, Felix,” you mumbled as his hand moved back down, dipping between your thighs.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, back arching as your fingers dug into the sheets. “Shh,” your boyfriend whispered again. “Let me take care of you.”

You felt his fingers push your panties aside, teasing your entrance, parting your lips and finding your clit. You let out a moan as he drew slow circles on your clit. “That’s it,” you heard him coo. “Part your legs for me.” You did as he asked, spreading your thighs. “Good girl,” you heard him purr. “So good for me. So obedient.”

Your lips parted in a moan as you felt his fingers sink into your heat. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, slowly pumping his fingers in an out of your cunt. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” you heard him whisper in your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. “You want that?” he asked, chuckling softly as your walls clenched around his fingers. “Yes,” you breathed, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

You felt his lips connect with yours, moaning into his mouth as you felt his fingers curl upwards. “F-Felix,” you moaned, one of your hands moving to grab his wrist as he sped up his movements, thumb rubbing against your clit in time with the thrust and curl of his fingers inside you. “I’m gonna--” you gasped, thighs twitching as your orgasm approached.

“I know,” he replied. “So do it,” you heard your boyfriend groan. “Cum for me, baby girl. Come on my fingers.”

Your back arched, a high pitched moan leaving your lips as you came around your boyfriend’s fingers. You felt his fingers slow to a halt before he carefully removed them, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. “Good girl,” you heard his voice.

You felt the bed shift as he moved. “Lix?” you called out, eyes fluttering to open. You felt his breath hot against your core. “I’m right here, baby,” he replied, hands resting on your hips. “Keep those pretty thighs open for me.”

You relaxed, head falling back against the pillows as your eyes struggled to stay open. You let out a whimper as you felt his tongue against your clit, slow deliberate licks until his lips connected with your clit, softly suckling, teasing occasionally with his tongue.

Your body shuddered, sensitive after your first intense orgasm. The slight burn only added to the pleasure as your boyfriend continued to toy with your clit, bringing you to the brink only to pull back at the last second, leaving you teetering on the edge.

“Felix, please,” you whined. “Please let me cum.”

You felt him chuckle against you. “Only because you asked so nicely, baby,” he murmured. Your hand moved, fingers threading through his hair as his tongue moved against your clit, each flick bringing you closer and closer until you finally came with a mewl, thighs threatening to close on your boyfriend’s head, but he managed to keep them open, allowing you to ride out your high until your body shuddered from sensitivity.

“Lixie, please,” you whined. You felt him press light kisses along the inside of your thighs, giggling when he playfully nipped at your skin. “That tickles,” you breathed. You felt the bed shift, Felix kissing up your hip, playfully sinking his teeth into your skin before continuing kissing up your body and the side of your neck. “God you’re so pretty,” you heard him whisper in your ear.

“Felix,” you giggled as his hands skimmed over your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You felt him smile against the skin of your cheek, breath fanning over your ear. “Crazy thing actually,” he said softly.

“I’m not Felix.”

Your eyes snapped open. The first thing to greet you was the red lighting of the room. It was your room but it also wasn’t. You gasped as the man on top of you lifted his head and you finally got a look at his face. He was handsome, extremely so with plush peach lips and shoulder length blond hair. His red irises burned into your eyes and you found it hard to look away.

“Hello there,” he said, his voice no longer masked by your boyfriend’s voice. “What the f--” you started but he pressed a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you. “Shh,” he said softly. He pulled his hand back, replacing it with his lips. You pulled back. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“Who are you?”

He smiled, tilting his head as he studied your face, before cupping your cheek. “I’m Hyunjin,” he answered, thumb stroking your cheek. “Where am I?” you asked, trying to sit up but his weight prevented you from moving. “You’re in your bed,” he replied.

He turned his head to the side and you followed his line of sight where you saw a floor to ceiling mirror taking up most of the wall beside your closet. That definitely wasn’t in your room.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the mirror. The mirror clearly wasn’t reflecting what was happening around you. Instead, it was almost like a window to your room where you saw yourself sleeping peacefully in your bed, Felix beside you.

You turned your head back to look up at Hyunjin. “Is this a dream?” you asked and Hyunjin nodded slowly. “It is,” he confirmed before leaning down, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Doesn’t that make me a bad person? Dreaming about another man?” you asked, feeling your breath catch in your throat.

Hyunjin’s free hand had slipped between your bodies and was slowly dragging up and down your slit. “No,” he answered, shaking his head. “I’m merely a figment of your imagination, Y/N,” he explained. “When you wake up, you won’t even remember this.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Hyunjin’s fingers push into your cunt again, lips parting as you moaned. “Oh f-fuuuck,” you moaned, back arching. Hyunjin chuckled, dipping his head down to kiss down the side of your neck. “That’s it, pretty girl,” Hyunjin whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry about anything else. Just listen to the sound of my voice.”

Felix glared at the demon hovering over you, his head was ducked, lips near your ear as he whispered. You were stirring in your sleep, whimpers and moans leaving your lips despite his hand not even leaving your cheek. “What are you doing to her?” Felix asked softly, knowing full well the demon could hear him.

Hyunjin pulled back and turned his head to look at him, his red irises glowing still.

“I can’t just physically take her,” Hyunjin explained. “I have to infiltrate her dreams first,” he added.

“Come on, Lix,” Hyunjin said with a smirk and Felix narrowed his eyes. “You’re a witch but you know all of this. This is amateur stuff.” Felix gritted his teeth as Hyunjin turned his attention back to you as you whispered a word. Felix felt his stomach drop.

You had whispered a name. Hyunjin’s name.

Felix felt a pang. A stab of betrayal but he couldn’t focus on that. He knew you were in some kind of trance. It wasn’t your fault.

“Perfect,” the demon said softly and moved his hand to grab the covers, pulling them back. “Don’t touch her, please,” Felix pleaded. Hyunjin ignored him, pulling the covers down to the foot of the bed. “Don’t touch her!” Felix hissed as Hyunjin slowly ran his hand up your leg.

“What are you gonna do?” Hyunjin asked, turning to look at Felix, a smirk on his lips.

Felix struggled against his bonds as Hyunjin moved slowly, unbuttoning his top and shrugging it off. His skin seemed to have an aura to it and he glowed. Hyunjin’s hand moved to remove your shorts, pulling your underwear with them. “Please,” Felix begged, feeling his eyes burn as tears started to form.

Hyunjin scoffed as he discarded your clothes, pushing the hem of your shirt up to expose your chest adorned in soft pink lace that left little to the imagination. “She wear this specifically for you?” Hyunjin asked, turning to lock eyes with Felix who tried to free his hands.

His eyes widened as the sound of fabric tearing met his ears. Hyunjin had ripped the bralette down the center, exposing your breast. “Stop, please!” Felix sobbed, pulling violently at his bonds, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled. He heard Hyunjin click his tongue.

“Now, now,” the demon said mockingly. “You’re going to miss it if you aren’t watching.”

Felix opened his eyes to glare at the demon, his lashes wet with tears that had finally spilled, staining his red cheeks.

Hyunjin’s smirk widened. “Great. Now that I have your attention,” he said as he undid his belt and pulled it free, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter, hands moving to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

“Enjoy the show.”

“This feels so wrong,” you whispered as Hyunjin kissed down the valley of your chest. “Oh,” he said softly against your skin. “But it’s not real,” he reminded you. You let out a sigh, moaning as he sank his teeth into your skin. “Then why does it feel so real?” you gasped as he kissed his way back to your lips.

“Are you telling me you’ve never had dreams that felt real before?” he mused, not giving you a chance to answer as he took your lips in a messy, wet kiss, tongue moving against yours languidly. “No, I have,” you replied when he pulled away. “But they’ve never felt like this.”

Hyunjin chuckled, pushing his long tresses from his face as he knelt between your thighs. You hadn’t had the chance to notice until now that he was entirely nude. Your eyes traveled down his chest, taking note of his slim but toned body already glistening with a layer of sweat.

Before your eyes could continue past his navel, he clicked his tongue, almost in disapproval and you glanced back up to meet his gaze. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?” he asked teasingly.

You felt your cheeks burn under his heated gaze as he chuckled, his hand moving to push your knees further apart, spreading you more for him. You glanced quickly down, your own body obscuring your view of his cock as he guided the tip to your entrance.

“And you promise this isn’t real?” you asked softly, causing him to look up from where your bodies were about to connect. He gave you a breathtaking smile and nodded. “I promise,” he replied softly.

“None of this is real,” he added before slowly pushing into you. You let out a gasp as his length glided easily into you, stretching you open yet you felt no pain. No sting that usually accompanied the stretch.

It was entirely unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time. It was different from how Felix felt. Hyunjin was bigger, not just in stature. “Relax,” Hyunjin whispered, moving one of his hands to your thigh, rubbing soothingly. “That’s it” he continued as he glided further.

“Relax and let me in.”

“So f-full,” you murmured as you felt Hyunjin bottom out. He chuckled, his hand moving from your hip up to gently grope your chest. Your walls fluttered around his cock, gripping him tightly. “Such a responsive slut,” he chuckled and you moaned loudly.

Hyunjin gave you a couple slow thrusts, allowing you to feel every curve and ridge of his cock before he set a steady pace, pumping in and out of you at a torturously slow speed.

“Faster,” you gasped as you felt his thumb brush over your nipple. “Faster?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Please,” you pleaded. “Want more. Need more.”

Hyunjin chuckled, his hand moving back down to your waist. “If that’s what you want,” he replied, picking up the pace, his hips hitting yours with each thrust.

Your back arched off the mattress, moaning wantonly. It wasn’t like you shared any walls with any neighbors and regardless, this was a dream anyway.

Felix watched Hyunjin parted your thighs. From his position, he couldn’t see much but the demon had you completely naked and spread out before him.

“Please,” Felix sobbed softly as he turned his gaze away. He could hear your soft moans and the thought of watching another man have you the way he had you, the thought of another man making love to you, had his stomach churning.

“You’re going to want to watch this,” Hyunjin called but Felix shook his head, refusing to look.

“Watch this or I’ll snap her neck,” the demon snapped, his deep gravelly voice enough to force Felix to look back. He could tell Hyunjin had bottomed out, cock shoved inside you. “Just stop please!” Felix cried.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone?”

The demon chuckled but punctuated it with a groan as he pulled back, hips snapping forward and driving his cock back into your walls. You let out a moan, eyes still shut as Hyunjin set a steady pace.

“She gave me permission, you know,” he heard the demon say and Felix glared at Hyunjin.

“She’s asleep. How can she consent to this?” he growled, anger flooding his senses. Hyunjin chuckled, his hands moving to your hips and holding you in place as he continued you fucked you against the mattress.

“You like that, Y/N?” he asked, addressing you directly.

You moaned in response. “Words, sweetheart,” Hyunjin said, his voice steady and calm despite the way his hips moved. “Y-yes,” you choked out. Felix’s heart skipped a beat. ‘It’s not real. He has her under some sort of spell. She doesn’t know what’s going on!’ he told himself.

“She’s really enjoying herself,” Hyunjin said, addressing Felix now.

“Such a good little slut,” Hyunjin scoffed, giving you a harsh thrust, making you cry out. “Don’t hurt her!” Felix sobbed. “Please. Just… don’t hurt her,” he repeated. The demon chuckled lowly but said nothing else, slowing his thrusts to a roll. Your moans came from the back of your throat, deep and almost guttural.

“Hyun-Hyunjin!” you gasped. Hearing you say another man’s name had Felix crying harder. He felt entirely powerless. He could do nothing but sit there and wait for the demon to finish having its way with you and leave. He could do nothing but watch.

He hated the demon. He hated Hyunjin. And most of all, he hated himself for bringing that book into the house. Had he known, he never would have brought it in. He would have left it in Hongjoong’s shop for eternity. When everything was said in done, he would have to return the book to the shop in the morning.

“Oh fuck,” he heard Hyunjin growl. “She’s so fucking tight,” he continued. “Are you even fucking her properly?” Hyunjin scoffed, his voice strained. Felix felt anger and jealousy bubble up in his chest.

How dare he imply Felix didn’t satisfy you. The two of you had always been honest and communicated about your sexual needs with one another and never once had you expressed anything other than satisfaction. You often praised his performance.

You let out a small moan, almost a whimper of pleasure and it made Felix’s heart sink in his chest. He hung his head, silent tears falling from his eyes onto the material of his gray sweats. ‘Please let this end.’

“Fuck you feel so good,” Hyunjin murmured, slowing his hips and pulling from you. Letting out a whine, you reached for him, protesting as you felt him leaving your walls empty and aching for his cock to return. “Come here,” he said softly, grabbing your arm and gently but firmly pulling you up and flipping you over onto your stomach, facing the mirror.

He was behind you, pushing your knees apart with his own and guiding the head of his cock back to your waiting hole. You moaned as he slipped back in easily, his hips meeting your ass as he buried himself balls deep inside you. “Hyunjin,” you gasped.

He leaned over your back, keeping himself propped up as he wrapped his arm around your chest and resumed thrusting into you, the new angle allowing his cock to hit deeper and making you cry out. “Oh sweetheart,” he panted in your ear. “I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of the night,” he murmured before throwing all caution out the window.

Your fingers dug into the sheets under you as he pounded into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room but not covering the sounds of your whimpers and moans.

Your mind went blank, almost numb as all thoughts left your mind and the only thing you could focus on was the mounting pleasure in the pit of your stomach and the flexing of Hyunjin’s muscles around you as he tightened his hold on you, hips slamming against your ass. Your moans and cries growing in pitch.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin grunted in your ear, his voice dropping an octave. “Scream for me. Say my name.”

“H-Hyunjin,” you sobbed, your body writhing under him from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins. “Louder,” he ordered. “Scream it.” You cried out his name as he rammed all of his length into you at once, driving the head of his cock as far as he could and you swore you felt it in your stomach. ‘Is it bigger than it was a minute ago?’ You were sure he wasn’t that big before.

“What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?”

You moaned, head lolling as he thrust into you harder. “Am I fucking you that good? Has your mind gone completely blank?” You moaned in response, eyes fluttering shut as your walls spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly.

“Fuck, keep squeezing my cock like that and I’ll cum,” Hyunjin growled in your ear. “You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill this pretty cunt with my cum.” Your walls clenched around his cock again and his hand moved up, taking your jaw in his hand.

“Open your eyes, slut,” he growled. Your eyes fluttered open. The reflection in the mirror had changed. You were looking at yourself. Facing yourself with Hyunjin behind you, his red irises glowing in the dark and burning into yours.

His appearance in the mirror had changed slightly. Half of his blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail and two black horns were protruding from his forehead, curving back over his head and the tips curling inward on themselves. Your eyes widened. What the fuck were you seeing? Was this still a dream or was this real? The line between dream and reality had blurred and you couldn’t tell anymore.

“What are--” Hyunjin tightened his grip, holding your jaw in place. His sharp, pointed nails digging slightly into your skin. “Stop talking,” he growled. “Just lay there and take it like the whore you are.” Your walls clenched around his cock at the degrading name he hurled at you.

“Look at you,” he chuckled lowly. “So desperate to get fucked you’d let any man have you, isn’t that right?” he asked. ‘No,’ you thought. ‘That isn’t true.’ The truth was that you only wanted Felix. You only wanted your boyfriend. Even with this stranger fucking you in your dreams, you wanted Felix.

“No,” you answered, trying to shake your head but the demon’s grip was too strong. “I wasn’t asking you, slut,” he scoffed. You met his burning gaze in the mirror. ‘Not asking me?’ you wondered. ‘Who could he possibly be talking to?’ It was then you noticed something else just on the edge of the reflection.

A body sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes widened. ‘Felix?’ It was indeed your boyfriend. His head hung in shame, wrists bound to the arms of the chair and his ankles likewise bound to the legs of the chair. “F-Fe-lix?” you stammered. At the sound of your voice, your boyfriend raised his head, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“No,” Hyunjin growled. With one final thrust, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you. You felt Hyunjin tense on top of you, his own orgasm washing over him as he released inside you. You could feel the warm gush of cum enter your cunt and the stalling of Hyunjin’s hips as he buried his cock inside you before everything went black.

Felix woke with a start, sitting up and crying out.

It was morning. He looked around quickly, eyes scanning the room but he saw no sign of the demon Hyunjin nor did he see any sign of you. He glanced down and noticed he was naked. He looked around for his clothes.

‘What the fuck happened last night?’ he wondered as he turned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he covered his face with his hands. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, not enough to hurt but enough that the blackness of his vision was littered with stars.

He finally pulled his hands from his face and sat up straight, inhaling deeply before letting it out. His clothes were on the floor beside the bed and he snatched them quickly, pulling on his sweats and then the shirt. He made his way over to the door, turning the knob and opening the door.

He was greeted by the sound of sizzling and the smell of bacon. He allowed his feet to carry him into the hall and to the top of the stairs where he heard soft voices and your light laughter. He hurried down the steps and turned around the railing to enter the living room.

In the kitchen, you stood at the range, cooking breakfast. You looked up, smiling as you met his gaze.

“Well good morning, sunshine,” you said as he stood in the doorway. “We have a visitor,” you continued, nodding towards a figure sitting at the table, hidden from Felix’s view with a newspaper. Felix murmured an apology as he walked into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head as he moved around the counter and over to where you stood, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Morning,” he murmured and moved to pour himself a cup of coffee, preparing it the way he liked before he sat at the table across from the figure. You moved to set a plate of food in front of Felix, a spatula in one hand and donning your pink apron.

“You didn’t tell me your cousin was coming to visit,” you said, lighting patting his shoulder as Felix picked up his fork. His eyes widened as you turned away and headed back into the kitchen. Felix turned his gaze from your figure to the newspaper before him. ‘I don’t have a cousin.’

You prepared another plate and walked over to set it in front of the guest. “Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “Thank you,” he added in an all too familiar voice.

A voice Felix thought had been part of the horrible nightmare he’d experienced.

He watched in horror as the newspaper lowered and the familiar face of Hyunjin appeared with a smile. “It’s just like Felix to forget to mention me,” he said as you moved back to load the last plate and take a seat between Felix and the demon now sitting at his dinner table, enjoying a breakfast cooked by you, his loving girlfriend.

How did you not recognize Hyunjin after last night? Did you forget everything? If the oblivious smile on your lips was anything to go by, Felix could assume you’d forgotten the events of last night.

“We had a rough night last night,” you said, turning your gaze on your boyfriend and smiling at him sweetly. “I hope he wasn’t too rough on you,” Hyunjin joked and Felix watched the way you inhaled a sip of your water and started coughing.

Before he could react, Felix watched with a mix of anger and jealousy as Hyunjin leaned forward and patted your back firmly, a look of concern crossing his features. “Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “That was inappropriate of me.” You shook your head, taking another sip of water. “No, it’s okay,” you said, waving your hand.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Felix’s knuckles turned white, his grip on his fork handle tight as he tried to decide whether he should eat or stab Hyunjin in the neck. “I’m also sorry for dropping in like this,” Hyunjin explained. “Unannounced. It’s just that I’m passing through and haven't seen my dear cousin in so long.” Felix narrowed his eyes at the demon, wanting to smack that smug grin off his face.

You smiled kindly at Hyunjin. “Well you’re more than welcome to stay with us for a few days,” you offered and Felix felt his heart sink, his stomach dropping simultaneously as he looked from you to Hyunjin who was already looking at Felix. “That’s so kind of you,” Hyunjin replied, staring directly at Felix, his red irises burning into the latter’s eyes, holding his gaze.

“I think I’m really going to enjoy your hospitality.”

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tothosewhoyearnforit · 1 year

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impurity pt.1 - chaewon

- my first ever smut :D idk this particular outfit of chaewon’s honestly riles me up whenever i think about. nothing that bad, just pretty kinky i guess

- length: 1188 words

- chaewon x male reader

Being Chaewon’s boyfriend was something you never expected to be. Supporting her all the way from Produce 48, then through her Iz*One and Le Sserafim activities. You were pretty much living what every Chaewon stan wanted to do.

The first few months of Le Sserafim’s debut was extremely difficult for both Chaewon and you. There was a lot of work that Chaewon had put in to ensure that her second debut went well and garnered the attention of many netizens and her newly appointed responsibilities as leader of Le Sserafim placed an even greater burden on the girl. The bullying scandal with Kim Garam forced Le Sserafim and their management team back to the wall where they had to adapt to moving forward as a 5 member group. This considerably heavier workload meant that Chaewon seldom had the time to spend time with you and go on dates like you guys used to after her time in Iz*One, making you extremely troubled and constantly worried for her well-being.

After her debut, you guys could both put time aside to spend more time with each other and your feelings for one another developed even more intensely, going so far as to staying the night over at your house or crashing at the dorm in Chaewon’s room. In a blink of an eye, they geared up for their first comeback, Antifragile, which was an absolute hit amongst the kpop industry. Chaewon soon returned to her busy schedule and you started being able to count the number of days of which you hadn’t seen your little tiger.

Then, in what seemed to be the middle of the Antifragile promotion era, you received a text from the one and only...

hey baby, i end early today. wanna crash at yours and spend some time together?

Without hesitation, you immediately replied.

sure! what time will you be coming over ? need me to pick you up?it’s getting kinda chilly these days

ah it’s fine, manager-nim will drop me off today. see you in about an hours time

Deciding to set the tone, you decided to put on Impurities, the b-side track from the comeback album, and tidy up your apartment.

Can you see huh

You hear the sound of tiny delicate hands knocking on your door right as the song reaches its chorus.

“ Oppa !” Chaewon exclaims as she dashes right into you and hugs you. She lets go and takes off her puffer jacket, setting it aside on the sofa in the living room. Below it, she’s wearing the stage outfit she wore back when the group was filming the MV for Impurities. Chaewon’s features are hugged by the seemingly small outfit. Her small but perky tits are accentuated with this outfit along with her short skirt that draws your eyes down to her fishnet stockings that fails to hide her mole on her left thigh as well as her defined leg muscles.

She then jumps back onto you again. This time, you catch her with your arms on her thighs as her lips crash into yours, displaying how dearly she has missed you.

She pauses for a moment.

“Hey, isn’t this my song? I even filmed the music video in this same outfit !”

“Well, I couldn’t help myself could I ? It’s such a good song. And about the outfit, it suits you very well my little cheetah.”

“You have such a way with words. Take me to the bedroom, I need you right now.”

The kiss resumes as you rush into your bedroom, your balance awfully unstable, crashing into the furniture and the door. You throw her onto your bed and begin undressing each other. You take off her top, revealing her perky mounds and her toned abs, moving up and down with every deep breath that she takes. Then her skirt comes off with ease, revealing her glistening slit. As Chaewon moves her hands to take her fishnets off, you stop her in her tracks, whispering into her ears, “Keep it on, it looks really sexy on you.” You then dive head first into her honeypot, thrashing your tongue about inside, earning a few quivering moans that escape from Chaewon’s mouth. “Ahhh… how I needed this so much… You have no idea…” She places one hand on the back of your head, locking your head in place as the other grabs onto the bed sheet like a cheetah’s paw. Her hips arc like a wave as she moves her body to get the most pleasure out of the absolute work you're doing to her. Then, her hips start to buckle as a wave of her girl juice gushes out of her slit and onto your face. The pressure from her hands gradually softens as she pants out of exhaustion from reaching her high. “That was haa…the haa…first time in a haaa…that I’ve came.”

Chaewon then positions herself at the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the side. “Let’s try something new shall we? I want you to facefuck me in this position.” You're surprised by this sudden suggestion but obviously you’re not going to say no to such a dirty minded idea. Chaewon grabs your rock hard cock and kisses it at its base and at its tip, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your synapses. Then, she swirls her tongue around your cock and puts a bit of your length into the mouth that has sung many iconic song lines. Maybe that’s the reason why she is so good at giving head, the repeated vocal tension has allowed her mouth muscles to move in ways unimaginable to the human mind. You then lift her head up gently and start thrusting your throbbing length down her mouth. You look down and take in the sight to behold, her bare body with just her fishnet stockings around her beautiful legs spread out right on the bed and her face unable to be seen except for your cock moving in and out of her mouth as she gags and her spit start to form a mess around the sides of her mouth. Unable to contain your pleasure, you start groaning in pure ecstasy and lust. You start speeding up your thrusts as you near your climax. Just as you’re about to finish, you reluctantly pull your length out of her mouth as you aim your cock onto her body spread out right in front of you and spurts of white fly onto her breasts and her toned midriff, Chaewon gasping for breath underneath you.

“Wow, that was amazing Chae, where the heck did you learn about that?”

“It was just something I saw on one of those porno channels in the hotels in Japan, it really turned me on and when I was getting eaten out by you just now, I suddenly got reminded of it. I’m glad you enjoyed it though !” She sits up and smiles at you with your cum dripping slowly down her upper torso using two of her fingers, she scoops a smudge of it up, and licks the cum cleanly off her digits.

“Delicious.”

#le sserafim smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #smut #chaewon smut #female idol smut

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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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better man

warnings. cursing, bad mental health (?)

beomgyu had a tough time in his life. he had thought it was the darkest times of his life. his friends hadn’t been aware of anything since he refused to tell them. he had been struggling alone and somehow, he made it.

because that was before you. when you came into his life, it started getting colorful again. it was a slow but steady process and once beomgyu healed he never, ever wanted to feel like that again.

the thing was that he was an emotional wreck, felt like a shitty person. his heart was wild, uncontrollable and was bound to lead him on wrong paths.

but you saved him. you really did.

and even though beomgyu swore he won’t be in the same place again; in the darkest corners of his mind… he did.

it was after you broke up.

three years of dating you made beomgyu a completely new person. he was alive again, himself again.

the thing with human nature and relationships though, is that they are hard to control. he was having a harder time because of the tours, pressure and stress… and happened to snap. at you. the person he swore he’d never hurt.

you sat down at the couch, hesitantly reaching for his hand. beomgyu placed it away, head turning.

“we need to talk” you huffed, hurt by his action. and it’s just a beginning of this unpleasant journey…

“why?” he frowned, letting out a deep sigh.

“”why?” are you serious?” you asked calmly, trying to control the trembling tone of your voice “gyu, there’s something clearly bugging you and…”

“and what about it? just let me be, god…” beomgyu growled, finally looking at you

“listen. i care about you... remember when we met? because i do. you looked like death and behaved like an asshole, honestly. but what hurt me the most is that you didn’t want help… and that’s why it kept getting worse. so please… please, just talk to me. i don’t want you to feel so… sad again” you mumbled. you missed your goofy gyu. of course you knew that being a kpop idol is hard. you couldn’t imagine what he was going through with all that practice and stress but as his girlfriend you wanted to be there for him.

“so what? i don’t need your help. besides, you wouldn’t understand” he rolled his eyes, a sinking feeling in his heart that he should stop. he shouldn’t say those words, he shouldn’t… “you’d never get it”

“beomgyu don’t go too far. i’m not an idol nor i’ll ever be. i’m here to be a shoulder to cry on, not to get laughed at” you hissed.

“when will you understand i don’t need your help, god! i’m not feeling well right now but that doesn’t mean i need someone! i’m not a fucking baby, stop acting like i’m so fragile!” he bursted out, standing up from the couch.

“being in a relationship means caring about each other! i was there for you then, i’ll be now… unless you act like an selfish asshole! you think i’m not–“ you started, your chest getting heavier and heavier seconds before passed by.

“well maybe we shouldn’t have a relationship then” he blurted out, the room going quiet.

“what?” you whispered. you just didn’t understand that. he clearly wasn’t in the best mental place right now and instead of…

“i… i don’t know. i need to be alone right now” beomgyu said. oh.

you looked up at him, eyes watering.

“i see. well, good luck. i really wanted to help, beomgyu. but if you cared to listen you’d understand i wanted to help the both of us. i guess it’s not important since we’re not a thing anymore” you spat out, leaving the room in a hurry.

he stood there, speechless. his heart was beating like crazy, the reality just hitting him.

but it was too late.

everyday beomgyu woke up hoping it was just a bad dream, nightmare even. but when you didn’t answer his calls, texts and stopped showing up he realised how much he fucked up.

he was so frightened that he’ll go into the rabbit hole again. you said he was selfish but he felt the other way around. because if he was selfish then why you left him? when he was the one who clearly… was… not himself anymore.

it was even tougher than before. beomgyu was lifeless for the past half of year, even had to go on a hiatus. he thought he had it all – friends, fame, fans. the highest of highs. but without you in his life he realised how wrong he was; you came and topped them all.

and he knew he had to find you again. because you, y/n y/l, are the love of his life.

he was miserable, sure, but he had to pull himself together.

he was everywhere. in your favourite places, restaurants, bars. he was at every party. he just wouldn’t miss a chance, even if that meant a scandal.

and oh god, did his heart drop once he finally saw you. after a year. a quarter to three, some boring party at one friend’s of yours.

you were talking with someone (he didn’t really care), a playful smile on his lips. beomgyu felt like all the air in his lungs was gone, his mind blank. what… what should he even say? “hi it’s me… the guy you dated… well you were right but i was just dumb and scared and so not aware of how much i love you and…”

“gyu– beomgyu?”

he snapped back to reality, his eyes meeting yours.

“hi” he breathed out, his waterline mere moments from turning watery. thank god those red led lights hid that… and his red eyes, paleness and just the mess of the state he was in.

“what are your doing here–“ you started, hiding your hands in the pocket of your jeans to prevent him from seeing how shaky they are.

“can we talk? please… i… please.” beomgyu pleaded. you looked over at your friend who just shrugged.

“sure. let’s go outside” you mumbled, passing him by.

with a racing heart you left the club, the midnight air bringing a chilly breeze. or maybe it was the chills caused by anxiety of what this current situation is.

“its… good to see you again” beomgyu said quietly, looking at your face; almost devouring it. god, he missed you so much…

“what do you wanted to talk about?” you asked, turning your gaze away.

the truth was you didn’t feel good either. you realised that such an impulsive break up was an horrible idea but… a week passed by when beomgyu first called. a week too late and you made up your mind. because you, as selfish as it would sound, wouldn’t be able to see him in depressed state again. especially when he didn’t want help – he wasn’t only hurt by himself but he was also hurting others. and as much as you loved him, you would go down too.

“i’m so fucking sorry” he blurted out, taking a deep sigh “i know… it’s been some time. but i realised what i did wrong. i know i hurt you. and others. but… god, y/n… can i just be honest with you?”

there was a bitter comment about to leave your mouth but you halted. nodding hesitantly, you turned your gaze back onto him. and those damned brown, puppy eyes of his.

“with your love i’m a better man” he said, voice cracking “all my wrongs, they led me right to you”

your heart felt like it started melting; the cold ice disappeared and instead there was a strange… warmth

“wrapped in your arms, i swear i'd die for your love” he whispered, looking up and blinking a couple of times “you're the only one who could lock this wild heart up in chains… you're the only love that can make this bad man better”

“you’re not a bad man, beomgyu” you whispered, stepping closer.

“i am, y/n, i am. i’ve hurt you and my friends. it’s fucked up i say this just now but please… please, i beg . y/n don’t leave me again. i’m so sorry” he chocked up. upon meeting your teary eyes he broke down himself, melting.

you hugged him tightly, caressing his hair,

“i won’t. i promise, i won’t. i’m sorry too, beomie”

and just like that, an open wound in his heart that has been bleeding for what seemed like an eternity, started to heal. again.

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baby--charchar · 2 months

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Do you have any new middle!Charlie hcs?

Mm not a lot! But here are some!

I've mentioned this before, but little!Charlie is obvious, while Middle!Charlie initially looks really subtle. Charlie isn't usually cognizant that she's regressed, and it's taken Vaggie and Lucifer a lot of practice to pick up on her "cues" that she's in middle space. These include struggling to focus on work, being a little bratty/pouty, and having a ferocious sweet tooth. Once they realize it though, they 'jump into action' by trying to lure her back to her bedroom and let her relax into her headspace. She's never fully convinced she's regressed, so sometimes she gets into arguments with them about wanting to keep working. But they don't need her making big decisions in the midst of LITERAL HELL when she's not 100% aware, so they always get the final say.

Music!!! She still loves music and singing and dancing, so Daddy bought her a karaoke microphone and it's become one of her favorite toys. She loves KPOP a lot, especially the girl groups, and learns all their choreography. Her favorites are New Jeans and Twice!

She'll blast the TV at top volume and sing along to her favorite songs while jumping on hers and Vaggies massive bed. She calls it a dance party and she can go like that for hours before she wears herself out!

Vaggie does not like the dance parties because Charlie's fallen off the bed and twisted her ankle on more than one occasion.

Middle!Charlie works through a lot of the negative feelings she had towards her parents around this age, like feeling abandoned and unwanted by them at times. This leads her to take some of her frustration out on her caregivers. This really isn't okay, but Vaggie and Lucifer get it. Hell, Lucifer believes deep down that he deserves it.

Between Charlie's attitude and not even believing that she's regressed, Vaggie has to be very firm with her. Charlie tries to argue occasionally, but Vaggie knows how to gentle parent Charlie through her big, misdirected feelings.

There's a lot of, "You can be mad! That's okay. But we're not going to _______."

"Tell me what you need- ah! No, please do not yell. You need ____? Okay, I can do that. Thank you for letting me know, princessa."

"I need you to make a choice. We can have _____ or ______. No, I'm sorry, that's not available. Make a choice, or I'll need to make it for us. You want ____? Okay, I can do that. Good plan."

Just...a LOT of therapeutic parenting talk, which really helps the both of them through Charlies ~moments~.

Charlie, despite getting more angsty towards Vaggie in middlespace, is more drawn to her than Lucifer because she's actually GOOD at addressing the heart of Charlie's issues (feeling lonely/feeling like she has no say/missing her real mom). Lucifer does his best, but doesn't always "get her" the way that she needs. He can also be very permissive and let her do whatever she wants when regressed, which is fun at first but leaves her feeling more alone/uncared for.

Look all I'm saying is that Charlie's got some very valid mommy/daddy issues but that's okay, they're gonna work through it. What's a little unhealed trauma at the Hazbin Hotel?

And also she's a bit of a menace to society but that's okay too! Let her be a little girlypop menace!

#hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #little!charlie #middle!charlie #cg!lucifer #cg!vaggie #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #vaggie #sfw middle!space

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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Wenclair is great as goth x pastels, sunshine x storm cloud, black cat x golden retriever, sun and moon life and death yin and yang etc etc etc-

BUT!

Have y’all considered how perfectly their vibes encapsulate:

✨ao3 gf x wattpad gf✨

Headcanons below! This got super long sorry not sorry!

Enid is SO a trashy unapologetic wattpad writer who uses text to speech to throw together her surprisingly popular fanfics

Wednesday is a sophisticated ao3 user who secretly enjoys getting constructive criticism of her novels and other short stories that she posts there

Enid is the typa author to reply to EVERY comment with heartfelt messages and plenty of emojis

Wednesday is the typa author to never reply to comments but deep down enjoys the kudos and compliments

Enid is a oneshot funshot queen, meanwhile Wednesday has several multi-chapter works going on at the same time

Enid has a super spontaneous updating schedule where she’ll post when she posts

Wednesday updates her works every Wednesday (on the nose I know) and follows a STRICT schedule, she has never missed an update day not fer anything ever

Enid prolly has a cutesy username like ‘kittygotclaws’ or smth idk I dont go on wattpad

Wednesday goes by ‘DaysEnd’ on ao3 and REALLY it's quite on the nose

Everyone knows of Enid's wattpad acc bc she openly talks about it even on her blog, everytime a fic hits some sorta milestone she flexes it to the whole friend group like some sorta proud soccer mom

Wednesday is SUPER SECRETIVE about her ao3 acc, Thing is the only soul who knows of it bc he helps beta read

DaysEnd being a rising ao3 fan favorite amongst the Nevermore student body omg so true so slay of you Miss Addams (she tells Thing she does not care for such popularity but deep down revels in people actually appreciating her work, unlike some publishers out there)

They really like her strong imagery, plot twists, and her stories are pretty gore-heavy but the narration is quite compelling (seriously, she goes so in depth on random macabre shit like different types of murders, ways to cover up said murders, poisons and upkeep on daggers and all this dark shit etc etc that a popular comment she’ll get is ‘hey not to be rude but whats your search history like because how do you KNOW all this??’)

Meanwhile Enid mainly writes fanfics of her fav kpop bands and other OTPs that are often AUs or canon divergent heavy, sometimes she’ll pop off with the most hilarious fanfic that is pure CRACK

That being said, Enid’s works have some pretty damn good dialogue I just know it in my bones that she’s a character driven type of writer

Her emotional introspection is also? Surprisingly good?? Like damn when the feels hit they HIT, Enid is definitely the type to write the fluffest fluff, the angstiest angst, and the most cathartic hurt/comfort you’ll ever read if you make the conscious decision to look past her occasional grammatical errors and other typos

Wednesday’s original works, on the other hand, definitely aren't as much of a heartthrob, they’re probably more plot driven with less space for overly descriptive emotional scenes (both writing styles are valid as hell, mind you)

One day Enid discovers Wednesday’s secret ao3 and lives to tell the tale because deep down Miss Addams is a GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY

In exchange for keeping hush hush, Wednesday has to become Enid’s full-time beta reader for every. Single. Fic.

Wednesday HATES such drivel but agrees to such terms in order to keep her secret safe, much to Thing’s teasing delight over how soft she is for her fellow writer (“For producing such literary muck, she does not even deserve the privilege to tarnish such a title.” “I know what you are, Wednesday.” “What kind of threat is that?”)

I mean that being said, Wednesday gets low key invested in the sapphic otp fanfics Enid seems to have a penchant for writing when the fic isn’t kpop centered, her interest stems from uh nooooo reassooonnn noshutupThingthisdoesntmeananything-

When Enid brings up branching out to writing about OCs like Wednesday does-

Wednesday hates fandom terms like ‘OCs’ btw

-Wednesday encourages Enid to branch out in a very… Wednesdayish way

Like, she’s supportive but you gotta unpeel at least three layers of deflection and deadpanning to get to the real meaning

So yeah!! Enid branches out and starts writing silly little oneshots about various OCs, and if Wednesday notes that all of the stories revolve around gay characters, and if Thing notices how invested Wednesday gets in these silly little sapphics to point where he keeps commenting on it….

Andddd that’s the story of how Enid came back to the dorm with Thing being locked up in the drawer while Wednesday is burying her face in her pillow in what looks like a half-hearted attempt of suffocating herself

Anyways Wednesday’s repressed ass starts to ‘vent’ in her fanfics, if people start noticing DaysEnd incorporating more romance into their works no they don't stfu

It gets to the point where she ‘confesses’ to Enid by having Viper confesses to this new bubbly character that was recently introduced (“These feelings you have plagued me with, you make me sick,” said Viper, “And for my sake, I hope there is no cure.”)

Enid, with a lot I mean a metric fuckton of persuasion from Thing, eventually picks up on this and confesses back

Cue Wednesday beta reading Enid’s latest wattpad work and noticing how it’s about two polar opposite roomates who somehow make it work, and when the cheery one says to the gloomy one, “I also hope there’s no cure for the way I feel about you” it suddenly all clicks for Wednesday

Anyways fanfic gfs who slay together stay together <333

#super fucken long post sorry not sorry #if i wasnt super mega burnout i mightve committed to making this a fully fleshed out fanfic #all well!! maybe sometime in the future we shall see no promises tho #ur honor theyre writer gfs on completely different ends of the spectrum but so supportive of the other's creative endeavors regardless #love that fer them no one else doing it like wenclair #i am personally an ao3 writer who is more enid-adjacent when it comes to my writing #i love love LOVE emotional scenes and character driven works #MAD respect to the multi-chapter overlords tho yall the backbone of our society fr fr #wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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stardragongalaxy · 11 months

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Library of Illusions event

Title: Hybrid Experiment 1018

Pairing: Alien hybrid! Yunho x scientist reader

WC: 1751

Au/genre/trope: Alien vs. Predator inspired, Sci-fi, fantasy, slight horror, Forbidden love, non!idol au

Warnings: Enter with Caution!! mentions of escape, a slightly hurt Yunho, Dom Yunho, sub reader, possessiveness, rough, primal, marking, breeding, aftercare, monster fucking, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed anything!

AN: Hello! I am back. I am behind since I've been sick for a whole week.

Do not translate, plagarize, or re-upload my stories. I only post on Tumblr. Thank you.

The idols represented in the works are not the true reflections of the idols themselves.

Taglist: @abiaswreck @kitten4sannie @kpop-stories-21 @kwanisms @yoonguurt @sanjoongie @flowerboykun @anyamaris @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @ateezreactionsandscenarios @thelargefrye @cultofdionysusnet (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist)

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Opening your eyes, you adjust to any surroundings seeing mainly darkness, except six books that were open in a half circle not far from you. Lighting up the pages in a variety of colors, orbs floating above each book in different motions being the main sources preventing the darkness to come closer. Turning half way looking back, all you saw was Seonghwa on the other side of the mirror covering you, breathing slowly, but steadily, with a blanket on a sofa still in eyesight. Seonghwa looking back at you through the mirror with direct eye contact. Speaking, though it sounded more in your head then directly "Don't take too long. The keys are important for your answers and try to survive"

You nod with widened eyes, knowing these won't be easy trials from his words alone. Turning back after watching him walk away, examining the colors of the book's light sources. Good thing you memorized the color coded sections when you entered. Walking towards the middle to the right side, you bend down, cupping the gentle moving beautiful blue orb. Remembering its the sci-fi book, you bring it up to examine it closer watching it shimmer and shutter in your hands. It flashes, making the book flash too before you disappear.

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Opening your eyes then lowering your hand that shielded them taking in the surroundings. Realizing you were higher up surveying the surroundings, seeing tops of what you could only describe as something closest to the lush amazonian forest, though bioluminescent and vibrant in cool and hot colors sometimes mixing, below on two winding paths as well as behind you. Above was a sun, but blazing in a golden blue, while three moons were in sight. Turning slightly, your foot hit something as you stopped, looking down, spotting a journal. Picking it up, you look around to make sure you weren’t in immediate danger before opening it up. Reading the entries, some writing seemed familiar, but it explained so much and who you were seeking for. Closing it, taking a deep breath, you wondered if the hybrid that was spoken of in the journal was the guardian. Giving little time to really think, you needed to search for him, looking beside you finding a backpack and a lanyard with your i.d. Upon closer expectation, you found that there was a scientist they spoke of as well that took care of the hybrid. Closing your eyes as memories flashed in your mind for a brief moment. Understanding better, you grabbed everything and hoisted it onto your back, adjusting when needed, you looked around, feeling determined to find him. Now which direction… taking the first few steps, you stopped hearing a loud cry of distress and anger from a distance. Widening your eyes, recognizing the cry, you took off in what direction you assumed it came from. You had to find him. You left the ship secretly before traveling, knowing what the other scientists put him through and the dangers that were ahead in the journey, body coursing with anger as you ran.

Seeing a small ship ahead from a glowing river, all hope expanded to see if he was there. You stopped a few feet from the ship. A hole big enough to see the inside. You slowly took steps and gasped seeing Yunho. Biting your lip, assuming the worst, since the only things holding him up were the chains and being on his knees, His armor still intact, tail half way around his body, and his helmet beside him. Seeing marks, bruises possibly, on some of his skin.

"Yunho.." Whispering in a yell, worried if he was alive or startling him with careful steps. A growl made you stop, opening his eyes giving his first signs of movement. Moving slowly to him until you were close enough. Yunho moved his head up after you hugged him. He growled, moving his tail up ready to strike. That is until your scent hit his senses did he calm down, lowering his tail and wrapping it around you loosely in a hug. "You're here.." he muttered in relief, nuzzling into you lovingly. Running your hand through his black locks to sooth him further for a short while, taking the backpack off in the process, deciding best to try to get him up. "Can you stand for me?"

Nodding, he lifted one knee off the floor below with your help. Pushing himself up with you with a deep growl, keeping you close as he did. You grabbed the backpack foraging through it to find anything to get him free, keeping half his weight on you and the other against the wall. This caused a pool of arousal and your cheeks to heat up until you found the keys to set him free. Feeling him stand up behind you growling in urgency "Hurry, it's going to be dark soon"

Looking out, seeing the darkness spreading slowly, turning and getting the chains off to be free. He kissed your head and pulled you into his armored chest gently pulling you further into the ship that still surprisingly still functions watching the lights come on. He looks at you with a growl. "I smell your scent change" Tilting his head looking into your eyes" Will you allow me to be with you in union as a mate?"

Agreeing to this, he helped you undress, seeing how wet you truely were, but knowing something was going to come and time was limited as the sky turned to night from the moons covering the sun. He growled sensing you strongly as his instincts were taking hold. He grabbed his helmet setting it aside along the way to undressing his lower half. Exposing his length that made your mouth water. He growled from your scent picking you up and kissing the side of your neck wanting to take you right then and there. He nipped your skin, moving one arm down to insert a clawed finger into, moving slowly hearing you gasp then moan. He observed your reaction and added another digit stretching you at first. Finding your spot, he abused it careful of his claws, adding a third to stretch you more and making you feel full since his hands were larger than any human with the back of his veiny hand rubbing against your mound moving in speed. You were close and hearing the wet sounds started to make Yunho feral. He knew you were close, wanting to edge you, pulling away hearing you whine and huff in anger "Now I truely mate you"

He locked eyes with you kissing your head then looking out hearing noise as he growled in warning with a snarl causing the sounds outside to stop in their tracks. He looked back entering you without a warning moving back against the wall to keep you safe. Caging you effectively with one hand as the other held you. He bottomed out watching your reactions. Starting to move without you adjusting, his mind flipped fully, being relentlessly primal in his actions making sure you enjoyed this as much. The pleasure fully hitting you from the burning stretch to his movements.

"Open your mouth" Yunho growled by your ear. You obeyed, opening your mouth. What you didn't expect was Yunho kiss was letting you swallow a little of his blood and saliva. Making sure no one else could mate you and that the bloods flow as one. Your body tensed at first, Yunho reacted in worry watching the very blood rushing in your veins giving it a very golden purple look for a few seconds. Relaxing afterwards, you gave the same growl to him, causing him to smirk and go back to his mating ritual.

He watched after a few minutes as you moaned loudly being so close. He bit down into your shoulder causing you to cry out, your orgasm coming in waves. He snarled going up deeper into you as he followed making sure the ritual was completed and seen through.The knot stretching causing you both to be locked. Letting go of your shoulder, his marks healing leaving an imprint. "Mine" Snarling out the word, seeing your belly protruding with his bulging knot. He rubbed softly.

Looking over he swung his tail, hitting metal and letting the hole collapse close. He held onto you keeping you against him, moving to a room in the back that even had a teleporter. You both stayed like that for a while. You worried when he started to shake, throwing his head back, veins bulging with deep guttural cry, releasing, causing you to gasp and moan being filled to the brim and beyond feeling slightly strange. His claws digging into your hips as an anchor.

Shaking your head after a few minutes of recovery, it was a wild ride, but you had to remember your own mission and the keys to get to the final room. "Yunho, do we have a key?"

Listening and feeling the ritual completed, he pulled out, a string following afterwards, closing your legs to keep everything inside. Keeping you like that while he nods to you.

"Yes, but not here. Danger is all around" Listening to the outside hearing the hits and tearing metal all around the ship from the intruders. Picking you up, he headed to the teleporter, seeing one alien breaking through, not staying any longer, he moved quickly with you in his arms, causing you both to leave.

You were back in your outfit from before dusting off. Jumping, you saw Yunho in his place holding a skull. "Didn't mean to startle you" Chuckling at your reaction. "We will take the prizes to Seonghwa so you can continue on your quests"

"How does he know i truly won if he only sees you guys come back?" Questioning his reasons. Yunho smirks, nodding over at the mirror. Turning, you see Seonghwa amused look. "He has to check in somehow" You nodded, looking back to Yunho "Sounds like a plan. I'll get ready for the next trial" Patting your shoulder with one hand "I had fun with the time together. I'll see you soon though" Kissing your head before walking straight ahead and through the mirror handing Seonghwa the prized skull causing you slight confusion.

"That's one down, but stay alert. It's just beginning, " Seonghwa announced, saying nothing further. With a hum and nod. You turn back to the book's seeing five left. Now was the decision of the next story.

#library of illusion event #cultofdionysusnet #jeong yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #yunho smut #ateez smut #18+ only

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justalildumpling · 6 months

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can you describe ur relationship with ur moots using different kpop idol ship dynamics?

(hopefully that makes sense!!😣)

wait i actually love this prompt HELLO??? also, i only chose the mutuals i talk to on a regular basis and feel like i know well enough for this so im so sorry if i didn't mention you😭

@sungbeam ⎯ nct mark & haechan (aka soulmates)

if we haven’t advertised about this enough already, beam and i are certified soulmates like😐 like mahyuck we literally tease each other about our side hoes (*COUGH ch*ngm*n) but we will never hesitate tell each other how much we mean to each other. idk if mark had ever exclusively mentioned this about haechan but i truly believe beam and i were cosmic coincidences (soulmates) like i feel at home with her, she is my safe space

@polarisjisung ⎯ nct mark & yuta (24/7 flirting)

idek how to tell y’all, its literally playful flirts back and forth😭 and like yuta, hua wins most of the time…. literally bf who? but literally i would say our friendship is so wholesome tho, like if we were to meet irl i can imagine us like that one yuta and mark date at the restaurant

@wuahae ⎯ tbz sunwoo & changmin (menaces to society)

it just works. if u guys see our messages to each other it’s literally keyboard smashes and screaming about some random topic😭 we both take turns insulting each other tbh but 🥰lovingly🥰 but also like.... i don't think we can mentally and emotionally go without talking to each other everyday like idk what to tell u we literally are stuck together. ok but jokes aside, i feel like sunwoo clicked with changmin really well and have a deep trust in him just like i feel towards cat

@jaeminvore ⎯ nct haechan & johnny (the enablers)

we’re like… enablers of the inner chaos of each other. literally i could have the most feral thought and nics would be the first to be like yes😁👍👍 just like johnny constantly defending haechan HAHAHHAH

@winterchimez ⎯ tbz jacob & sunwoo (gentle mother with her chaotic ass child)

can i just say how much i adore ally like😭 she is so big sister energy but also like mother energy at the same time!! i feel like with jacob and sunwoo, ally is both very concerned.... towards my chaotic ass irl actions but also like entertained at the same time OAFOEF LOOK- she is my mum (in the non weirdest way possible) period.

@zzoguri ⎯ tba sunwoo & new (tom and jerry)

admittedly... i like teasing moni. why? well,,,, i love them that's why😁 ok. but, like chanhee and sunwoo's relationship i feel like our relationship is the perfect balance of very fun but also very deep at the same time. like we could literally be swearing at each other when playing game pigeon💀 but then could be venting about personal things the next second. i feel like sunwoo can really rely on chanhee for advice or hardships which reminded me of moni💗

@from-izzy ⎯ tbz sunwoo & eric (sibling energy)

i contemplated putting jaemin and jeno down but i feel like izzy and i give off more sibling energy then old married couple JBEWOFOWF i always have fun talking to izzy on vc like i miss her presence if we haven't spoken in a while even tho we might not outright say it

@invuwrld ⎯ tbz younghoon & new (the biggest cheerleaders)

can i just say mona is literally the biggest hypewoman? like. post a pic on deoboyznet and i can bet ur ass mona will be the first one to reply and it will literally make my day LIKE HEAISNPI?!?!?! and i would literally not hesitate to do the same for her. hoon and chanhee seem to hype each other up all the time and their interactions were always so cute to me just like ours hehe

@jaehunnyy ⎯ riize shotaro & sungchan (pair of besties)

IF CHIP ISNT THE IRL VER OF SHOTARO IDK WHO IS because girl. she is literally the sweetest human being ever and just like shotaro, she took me into her arms the day we met and i have never left since

@mosviqu ⎯ svt hoshi & shinee taemin

i always looked up to bar when it came to writing and still do, like i have such high respect for her and still fangirling that we're moots OIUBQOEUFBOW but like hoshi and taemin, i would like to say that we're getting closer hehe

bonus:

@/wuahae @/zzoguri ⎯ tbz new, q & sunwoo

istg there's just chaos when we're together like idek what to tell you. HEAVY EMPHASIS on when we play crazy 8 SKSJSJSJSJ like last time, cat and i literally ganged up on moni😭 like we all love each other but we will literally bicker all the time OIHFOIGHWE (not to mention the fact that we genuinely have attachment issues.......) LITERALLY SOULMATES!!!! (the pattern confirmed everyone)

#this took me so long to think about deer lord #dumpling answers🐳#moots🐳

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Resident Himbo: Operation Heartbreaker

Lee Jeno x Reader + Kim Doyoung x Reader

Summary: You were whipped for the senior in your PE class, and one of your classmates catch on, designating himself as your personal wingman, unprompted. The resident himbo teaming up with a love sick puppy could only mean one thing: events will end horribly.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, university au,puppy!jeno, cool kid!doyoung, fluff, pining, jealousy, typos, angst etc.

A/N: I havent written anything for kpop lately but since i recently read a frat fic, it made me miss making uni aus and im about to do something about that. Tagging: @pinksirensong hi bestie lol idk if you even know/like kpop but i'm tagging you anyway HAHAHAHH jeno is the one on the left and doyoung is the one on the right and that's all you need to know <3

I was crouched down, hands on my knees, catching my breath as I watched the dudes on the court duke it out in the most intense game of dodgeball I have ever had the displeasure of ever being part of ever.

"So," the voice of the meathead I knew as Jeno calls from my side. I turn to him, lips parted as I heaved. He grinned as he looked down at me, the crescent moons on his eyes endearing as ever, "Doyoung, huh?"

I knit my brows at him as I pushed back the feel of butterflies in my stomach at the sound of the name he said.

He crosses his arms, his toned muscles on full display in his muscle tee, "you totes have crush on him, doncha?"

My spirit leaves my body in this moment. I could not hide it.

I straighten up at his words. I look at him with wide eyes as my mind raced, wondering wildly, racking my brain intensely, at how Lee Jeno, with all his muscle mass and lack thereof in brain power, managed to put that together.

Poke me in the eyes and smack me in the throat was I that obvious?!

Jeno watches me tense. He begins to frown at it, not expecting the reaction. He begins to feel bad. He drops his arms to the side and opens his mouth to start apologizing. He doesn't have the chance to however.

"Am I that obvious?" I question, turning to him, grabbing his toned bicep.

Jeno immediately beams, raising a finger at me, "no, I'm just really quick with these things!"

My face drops. He cannot be for real right now.

Jeno recognizes my look. He raises one hand, his other darts to his chest, "I swear. I might be stupid but I have a pretty good gauge on these sort of things."

I frown at his words as he calls, "scout's honor!"

"Jeno," I sigh, "you're not stupid. Slow, yes, but if anyone ever called you a meathead in anyway other than affectionately, you tell me and I will chew their head off."

He snorts, dropping his hands, nodding.

I suck in a deep breath as I turn back to the court where the 4 seniors were still very much screaming at each other; the poor 2 remaining freshmen, caught in the frenzy of it all, were fighting for their lives.

Jeno's eyes crinkle at the sight. He claps his hands and cheers, cupping his mouth as he called, "GO JOHN! CRUSH YONGIE LIKE A PANCAKE!"

I scowl at his simile and side eye him, eyes darting back to the apple of my eye, Doyoung, who throws a ball at poor Minji, who gets hit on the shoulder and sadly retreats to the side with the rest of the class.

"Sorry, pretty girl!" Doyoung calls casually, the way he does with everyone.

The group of girls, Minji included, squeal at his words. Oh, to be called pretty by Doyoung.

Jeno turns to me, nudging me with his shoulder when he catches my face, "duddddeee, you're so whipped."

I shoot him a glare. His face beams brighter than the damn sun.

I huff. He throws an arm around my shoulder, "don't worry, doll face," he crushes me against him, "I got a plan for you. We'll call it-

OPERATION HEARTBREAKER!"

I furrow my brows at Jeno, who pulled back and jumped, raising his hands up at me excitedly. The corner of his lips are pulled from ear to ear, his teeth are on full display.

I release a sigh as he straightens up and throws an arm around my shoulder again, beginning to go into detail about his plan for me.

Sweet lord and all the angels in heaven, how long has this boy been thinking this through?... ... ... I didn't know he could think this hard...

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 1 (Soda Bottle)

"Jeno, please, this is so first grade," I sigh as I grip the cold can in my hands and repel Jeno as he pushes me from behind, "also, who drinks soda when they're thirsty?"

Jeno, who was all at once using his strength against me, yet also obviously holding back from using his full force, manages to make me step a few more paces towards Doyoung, who was seated next to Jaehyun, watching the rest of the second round of dodgeball play out.

"You do!" he says, just as I jolt forward, making both Doyoung and Jaehyun turn to me.

My eyes widen at the attention. I turn back and shake my head, "no, I dont, no, I don't, no, I don't--"

"He does!" Jeno stops me, grabbing both my shoulders, "look, let's just casually sit next to them, and then you say, 'hey, Do, wan'a soda?' If he says no, no biggie! Say, oh ok, 'can you just open this for me then'."

"Okay, first of all, no one calls him Do-"

Jeno sighs, placing his hand on his waist.

"Second of all, I-"

"Second of all, if you don't do this, I'm going to use you as a human shield in the next round of dodgeball."

I narrow my eyes at him, "you wouldn't."

"I don't know," he dramatically looks around, "I've been feeling real unathletic because of you."

I punch his arm. He grips it as he chuckles, making a fake pained face. The next thing he does, he grabs my free hand and drags me against my will.

It's happening.

"Hey dudes," Jeno calls casually. Doyoung and Jaehyun greet Jeno with a high-five handshake.

I follow suit, greeting the two seniors, who proceed to smile at me and say my name in regard.

Jeno motions that I sit next to Doyoung. I awkwardly clear my throat as I do so, hands probably colder than the soda I was cradling for dear life.

When Jeno sits next to me, he elbows me so roughly I crash onto Doyoung. The latter turns to me in concern. I quickly apologize to him as I feel my face heat up at the encounter.

Doyoung's eyes fall to the soda in my hand, "oh, that's my favorite flavor."

I blink rapidly at him, stomach in a whirlpool at the sight of his smile.

"Want me to open it for you?" the absolute love of my life offers, unprompted.

My jaw slacks. I make an unknown sound. I dumbly offer him the object, wishing offering my love to him was just as easy and simple.

Jeno turns away as he watches the encounter, unable to hold the pleased giggles that leave him over the fact his plan was going well.

Doyoung takes the can from me, moving it away from us as he opens it cautiously, in case it explodes everywhere.

Jaehyun stands to his feet, hollering in amusement when at Donghyuck was hit by a ball to the noggin.

Doyoung hands me my drink with a soft smile as he breaks into a loud laugh, joining Jaehyun as he stands and points at their friend, who was dramatically sprawled out on the floor, waving his hand out as he asked someone to call an ambulance for him, or that he gets a 100 mark in this activity.

I nearly choke on the soda I was drinking when Jeno turns to me and nudges me once more. I pull the drink away, some of it spills on my clothes. Jeno throws his arms around my shoulder as he mutters excitedly under his breath, "you did it, dude! You did it!"

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 5 (Lunch)

Jeno cranes his neck. Mark and Jaemin watch him, giving him weird looks as he does so.

"Dude, what the heck are you doing?" Jaemin asks, popping a french fry in his mouth.

"Who are you looking for?" Mark says as he cranes his own neck, looking in the direction Jeno was.

"Shh," Jeno presses a finger to his lips, "I'm watching to see if- homaygosh- it's happening, it's happening, everyone shut up, it's happening."

"Bro, what are you talking about?" Mark turns to Jeno.

Jeno merely shushes him louder, eyes locked on the situation playing out in the other side of the cafeteria, just past the crowd flocking by the food stall.

"Hey, Doyoung," I huff, willing my shoulders down as the tall, dark haired man, wearing the sweater I absolutely loved on him, turns to me. Doyoung smiles in his blue top, "hey."

Lord, take me now.

I ignore his friend, Taeyong, who looks at me then looks away, muttering something to Taeil beside him.

Shut it, they are so not talking about you. Overthinking anxiety begone!

"What are you thinking of getting?" Doyoung asks, snapping me out of my trance, as he turns tries to steal a look of the food on the food stall a few feet away from us.

I suck in a breath then sigh, "I, uh... I'm not sure... but uh..."

My breath hitches when Doyoung turns back to me.

I grip my fists tightly, biting my lower lip before I continued, "do you mind if I eat lunch with you today?"

Doyoung blinks at the question.

I begin to panic when he immediately does not agree like what Jeno told me he would do, "I... I-I-I just- I don't have anyone to eat with, so I thought..."

Doyoung knit his brows then turns away, proceeding to scan the room. His lips curve into a soft smile. He points behind me, "isn't that Jeno?"

"W-what?"

I think I went into the next life when Doyoung grabs my shoulders and spins me around, "Jeno. Your best friend?"

Jeno looks at me with wide eyes from the other side of the room.

My heart races, "he's- he's not- he's not my best friend."

"Oh," Doyoung pulls away, "what is he then?"

I turn back to Doyoung, unable to answer when I find he is slightly leaned over, and his face is so close to mine. He straightens back, face contorting to that of mischief, "no, wait, don't tell me. Is he your boyfriend?"

I am mortified.

"Yo, what?" Jaehyun busts out out of nowhere, "you're dating Jeno?" He comes to my side, extending a hand out to me. I take it, against myself, as he bro slaps me on the shoulder, "hardcore, dude." Jaehyun pulls away and the rest of my braincells are taken with him, "that dude is whipped for you, man," he says, "bro follows you like a puppy. It bemega cute."

Doyoung turns to Jaehyun, lips slightly curving at his words. His expression falters when he turns back to me. He calls my name in concern, "are you alright?"

I turn to Doyoung, faking a smile. I don't note on the matter as I push him back when the line begins to move. I evade the question altogether, "oh look, they have pasta!"

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 7 (Volunteer)

"Look," Jeno sighs, "just because phase 5 backfired, doesn't mean you should give up on him."

"Jeno-"

"Yeah, phase 6 was iffy, but it happens when you throw pickup lines. You never know what's gonna work. Phases 1 through 4 were stellar though!"

I stop in my tracks, heaving slightly, since we were in the middle of running laps in PE. I throw Jeno a look, making him halt a few steps in front of me. I begin to jog again as I rant, "phase 2 nearly cost me my head."

"Ok, that's a little dramatic, considering you barely did anything while being on Doyoung's team."

"Johnny spiked a ball to my face," I quip, "you know, Johnny, the six foot tall giant that was on the highschool volleyball team!!"

"And your prince charming saved you!"

I roll my eyes, "yeah, and phase 3 was anything but stellar, considering I tripped on my way over to ask Doyoung if he wanted to walk together to the gym."

"But he said yes though!" Jeno calls, "I'm 99.9% sure he thought it was cute. I saw the whole thing from the bushes!"

"Jeno-"

"Hey, I thought it was cute."

"Please, you think anything is cute," I whine, "because you're a meathead!"

Jeno purses his lips.

I tear my gaze from in front of me to my right when he does not answer. I nudge him, "affectionately."

He huffs, "I know."

Part of me feels bad when he pouts.

"Don't even get me started on phase 4, Jeno."

"Look, I'm sorry he thinks we're dating, but I'm telling you, this is going to work. Doyoung always gets called back to do the attendance because Mr. Kim is his coach and he's the captain of the football team. So, just go up to him while he's doing rounds and volunteer to help."

I sigh, shaking my head, "I don't know, Jeno."

"Just, just, please, trust me on this."

Jeno watches me sigh. He breaks into a grin when I agree under my breath.

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 7.5?

"Hey, Jeno," Doyoung calls just before Jeno could leave.

He was in the middle of wiping his sweat when he turned to Doyoung, "oh, hey, Do, what's up?"

Doyoung cringes, pointing a finger, "I told you not to call me that."

Jeno smriks, shrugging, "I think it's cute."

Doyoung rolls his eyes at the thought. He turns over his shoulder when he hears laughter behind him. Jeno looks out too, smiling at the sight of you and Jaehyun messing around with Donghyuck.

Doyoung turns back to Jeno, curved lips flattening into a line. He motions vaguely, "are you two dating?"

Jeno snaps out of his trance, face falling from the amusement as he turns back to Doyoung, "what?"

Doyoung tilts his head, shifting in his spot, "Jaehyun said you were and it got me thinking, although, he is pretty thoughtless."

Jeno snorts, "lol."

"I just-" Doyoung asked, "I mean, it's become quite clear to me that I'm being doted on and... I don't know, I've been catching myself enjoying the attention."

Jeno perks at the admission, "what? Wow. That's great!"

Doyoung chuckles, narrowing his eyes, "is it?"

"Yeah, dude! I'm so happy for you both."

Doyoung is taken aback when Jeno moves over to give him a side hug and a pat on the shoulder, "I'm glad you finally caught the puppy dog stares."

Doyoung watches Jeno. He hums in thought for a moment before asking, "and you haven't caught your own?"

Jeno tilts his head. He clearly doesn't get it.

Doyoung sees the pure disconnect in his face. He sighs, "forget it, dude," he pats Jeno on the shoulder, "see you next week."

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 10 (Ask Him Out!)

I slam my milk tea cup on the table, "I'm going to do it."

Mark, who was sat next to me on my left, slams his hand on the table dramatically, "hell yeah!"

Jeno, who was sat in front of me, looks between us in utter confusion, "wait, what? What's happening? What are you going to do?"

"Phase 10. I'm going to ask him out!" I beam, nodding my head firmly.

Jeno's confused face contorts into a pout, "oh. Oh, okay."

Jaemin, next to Jeno, in front of Mark, throws me a look, "aren't you two dating already?"

I feel my face catch on fire at Jaemin's words.

"Dude," Jaemin rolls his eyes, "you've been hanging out with him so much that I nearly forgot about your stupid phase-phase bullshit, considering how long you've put it off too."

"Yo," Mark calls, "no but like Jeno was a total genius for that thoughhhh!" Mark extends his hand out to Jeno, who cautiously takes his hand into a high-five handshake, "you gotta set me up with someone too, bro."

Jeno evidently looks bothered by the idea. I swat Mark away, making him recoil his hand.

Jaemin narrows his eyes at me, "why are you even hanging out with us today? Don't you eat lunch with Doyoung now?"

"Jeno asked me to eat with him."

"And you said yes?" Jaemin questions.

I give him a look, "yeah. Do you normally just invite yourself to people's lunch tables?"

"I don't need an invite because Jeno and I are friends," he says, throwing an arm over the said man.

"Are you saying we're not?" I raise my brows at him.

"Exactly," Jaemin points, pulling his arm away from Jeno.

Jeno turns to his right, "hey!"

"Yeah," I agree, "hey! We are totally friends."

Jeno nods.

Jaemin rolls his eyes, taking a big scoop of his yogurt, "ok, morons, whatever you say."

Mark narrows his eyes at Jaemin. Something was up with that dude and his tone, Mark could feel it.

Later that day, I was running through the halls, with a singular thought in mind, finding Lee Jeno.

I bolted through the crowds of people that were eager to get home. I release a huff when I get to Jeno's classroom. I curse under my breath when I find it's empty.

I rack my brain, then the next second, I think I know exactly where he'd be this moment.

I break into a grin when I spot him, Mark, and Jaemin, hanging out by the benches under a tree, "Jeno!"

I chuckle to myself when I catch Jeno practically perk to life upon hearing my call.

He stands from his spot on the bench when he catches me running over to him. He looks at me in concern, walking a few steps over to meet me as I near.

"Hey," I sigh, stopping once I'm before him.

"Hey," he says in a much different manner, brows furrowed in concern, "is everything alright?"

I nod, knitting my brows at the sight of him. I place a hand on his shoulder, "yeah, no, everything is fine, don't worry."

Jeno shakes his head, "aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Doyoung?"

"Yeah," I purse my lips, "but I have something really important to tell you."

Jaemin, who was listening in on our entire conversation, as was Mark next to him, leans on his lap and narrows his eyes, "you ditched Doyoung?"

I turn to him, but then back to Jeno who lights up and mutters, "really? You wanted to see me? I... what is it?"

I take in the glimmer of his eyes and break into a smile, feeling my heart soar at the sight of him. I take both of his hands in mine as I blurt, "I asked him out!"

Jeno blinks. He stills, then his eyes widen.

I huff out a chuckle at his confusion, then clarify, "Doyoung! I asked Doyoung out!"

One of Jeno's eyes narrow, "oh!" he says awfully flatly, "wow!"

I knit by brows at his reaction, releasing his hands, "yeah. I actually caught him after lunch and asked him on a whim," I laugh to myself when I recall the encounter, "he threw his head back in laughter and said he was about to ask me later today," I shake my head in excitement, "I guess it all worked out in the end!"

Jeno's lips part. He says nothing for a moment then he pulls his lips into smile, and yet his eyes don't form the crescents they normally do, "oh, yeah. Wow... that's totally wild," he chuckles softly, "good for you... bro."

I raise my brows at his reaction.

Jeno mentally curses.

When Jeno raises his fists and finally beams at me, I feel reinvigorated. I beam back and throw my arms around him, sealing him into a tight hug. I feel him tense against me, but I did not want to pull away yet, so I allow myself just a few more seconds.

Jeno catches himself and how he reacts. He jolts back when the embrace is cut short just when he was about to lean into it. He clears his throat to play it off.

"Thank you, Jeno," I smile, "I... I couldn't have done any of this without you."

Jeno feels his chest constrict in a manner that was both sweet and bitter. Jeno catches himself again. He really was a meathead. His lips break into a soft smile. He nods his head slowly, "anything for you."

I chuckle at the sentiment, punching his shoulder playfully, "don't say that, or else I'll abuse my power and make you buy me, like, 100 doughnuts."

Jeno turns to his feet as muttering to himself lowly, "I'll buy you 1000."

"Well," I purse my lips, "I'm gonna get going now. Doyoung is gonna drive me home."

Jeno turns to me, forehead wrinkled.

"I told him to wait for me, since I had to talk to you."

Jeno doesn't react to this. Jaemin does though, "how sweet."

The sardonic tone is muted out.

I tent my hands in front of me, "isn't he?"

Mark leans back on the bench, "oof."

I look between the three of them, face contorting at the grim looks on their faces. I decide not to note on this and raise my hand out as I wave them goodbye, "see you kids tomorrow then."

Jaemin and Mark greet me goodbye. Jeno only nods as he smiles softly. I smile back at him before walking away.

Something settles in Jeno's gut once he is left standing alone.

Jaemin sighs, standing next to Jeno, placing a hand on his shoulder after he deflates.

Mark stands too, mimicking the sentiment, "duuuuuuuude."

Jeno straightens up.

"I told you you weren't friends," Jaemin says.

Extremely unlike him, Jeno feels standoffish, "I don't know what you mean, Jaemin."

Jeno rolls his shoulders back. Jaemin and Mark pull their hands away because of it.

Jeno sits back in his spot, releasing a heavy sigh.

Mark and Jaemin turn to each other, the former says again, this time sadder, "dude."

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neopuppy · 9 months

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do you think jeno's desire to do kinky stuff on stage partly stems from the fact that they were forced to wear chewing gum like clothes since debut? 😭 and when they're finally legal, he was like "time to shineeeee" 💥 akin to how rebellious souls graduated from strict/religious households gjdksk

you know, I don’t think that deep about it😭 I kinda have a weird parasocial relationship with ideals like my boundaries about assuming anything about their personalities/emotions etc is very restricted? I feel invasive if I allow myself to start wondering about why they do what they do? I guess. I was discussing this with my friend today, how it’s funny to see anyone say “he’s the greenest flag ever.’ when….kpop is about selling a fantasy to your fans, being their dream…..we all have different dreams and idol’s personalities are really just what we want them to be, not what you *think* they are bc you *know* them, you know?😅

BUT speaking from history: disney child stars etc its always the same: sexual repression and being forced to carry on a child-like innocence well into your teens and adulthood makes you go full force into the opposite. has happened with many many many singers/actors etc. its easy to forget sometimes that Dream have been trainees since childhood/debuted as minors, they were child stars which now in 2023 is something the western side of the kpop fandom finds abominable and illegal….its child labor at the end of the day and really Jeno’s been in the lime light since extremely young as a toddler in commercials and catalogue(which….if you think about it, was absolutely not his choice so who is to say if being a kpop idol is his choice either since he was like a middle schooler when SM signed him). also like… I always hated the Chewing Gum/MFAL music videos because something about them…. especially MFAL. while it can be seen as cute and innocent, having a crush on your teacher its an odd concept for a bunch of underage boys :/ idk, great song tho cjsjsjsjd

I can only speak from my own experience growing up how I always thought sex/being sexy/sexuality etc was so taboo because religion etc and my time of self-discovery with age definitely propelled me a lot faster into all of it out of curiosity and feeling of missing out on it when I was younger? I think thats just….human nature.

/srry for ranting😬

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jung-koook · 1 year

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As a new army I'm fascinated to hear about people being fans from the start. And you've been here pre debut! I would love to hear your story. How did you find out about them? Was there as much info about trainee groups then as there is now? What drew you into them? Were you into k-pop before? What was your reaction to tae's face reveal? Thoughts on the debut album and performance? Were there translations easily available? Are you friends with any army from those days? Which was the first show you went to?I would love to know everything! It's incredible you've seen their whole journey in real time. (So many questions i apologise lol)

I dont know if this still happens so often but at the time they debuted it was quite common for us to know information about new groups even before they debuted. so in december 2012 i was on my laptop on a kpop forum and they were talking about bighit and their new group. I remember at that time they said that bangtan was going to have a lot more members. and there were already people sharing photos of the members, video of namjoon rapping and also their youtube channel. and thats when I got curious. at that time i was missing something totally different in kpop and i saw it in them and especially in namjoon (i didnt know about jeongguk when i found out about them). at that time bap had debuted with something very different from what they used to have in kpop but i didnt feel connected to them or curious about them, but with bangtan i got curious as soon as i heard about them.

i've been listening to kpop since i was a little kid. i have an aunt whos been a fan of tvxq since they debuted so she was the one who made me go deep into kpop. at that time the only group i really liked all the music was shinee. i even cut my hair like taemin in lucifer but i looked like a dog lmao. replay and lucifer is one of the few songs from that era that I still remember the full choreography 😆 but i think what made me like shinee besides their music was taemin and jonghyun. I thought he was so amazing and I still think he is one of the most amazing and talented artists we have.

ever since i found out about bangtan every video and stuff they posted had me so mesmerized and hypnotized. anything they posted I said, "they are amazing!!!" 😆 I think their debut album was amazing and managed to show very well what they came to do and show at that time. I think their first album was perfect! but since I always liked groups from big companies, it was very hard to see how different the treatment is for those who are debuting from a small company and those who are debuting from a big company. and also how hate came to bangtan since they debuted. it was something that was very hard to see. you've probably seen them talking about it and how it went for them right. at that time I had a need to read and wanted to defend bangtan from everything. now I'm not like that anymore but I still feel super protective of some things. even though I dont think I had to waste time on these things, sometimes its really hard to stop myself.

we didnt have so many translations at that time :/ here on tumblr we had bangtan tumblr from the beginning. they had another blog until they made bangtan tumblr. and soon a already had bts-trans. I'm not 100% sure but I think bts-trans was the first source of bangtan translations we had. and for good quality video content we only had one source which was _helloflora on twitter. and yes i made a lot of army friends since the beginning but most were all namjoon and yoongi biased. I think because they are older than me. my first concert was in 2014 in zepp tokyo which was their first showcase in japan.

dont worry!! I loved your questions and I loved sharing some more of my bangtan story with you ♡

#reply #anonymous

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kwanisms · 10 months

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The Library of Illusion — The Woodland Guard

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➮ elven guard!Yeosang × fem!Reader wc: 6.9k summary: Of all the places the fantasy section could have taken her, Y/N ends up deep in a dense woodland. While traversing through the trees, she sets off a silent alarm and alerts the Woodland Guard who take her back to their tree house village where she learns they are in the midst of a week-long celebration. Though she's not allowed to join in the festivities, she finds her own fun when an elven guard named Yeosang takes over guarding her cell. genres/themes/au: angst, slight fluff, smut; fantasy, high fantasy; non idol au, elven au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: sorry for this being late, I took an impromptu trip out of town and wasn't really able to focus on writing but I'm back hoke and ready to write again! I really like how this turned out. Initially, I hadn't planned on putting Y/N in a cell. She was originally going to join thr party but I like this direction better. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and banners made by me. Content and reblog banners made by my with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: fingering (f receiving), edging (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), use of pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, princess, etc), unrealistic sex (multiple rounds, multiple f orgasms), dirty talk, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cumplay (Yeosang cums on her pussy & pushes some of it inside), and I believe that's all of them! Let me know if I missed anything.

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“You have to hurry.”

You pushed yourself up off the desk. “What are you talking about?” You asked softly, watching the way Seonghwa hesitated before turning to look at you.

“There isn’t much time left,” Seonghwa said again. “Not much time left for what?” you asked. “I didn’t think you’d take this long to get through the guardians,” Seonghwa started to explain. “You only have a small window to escape this place,” he added.

“A small window? What does that mean?” you asked again.

Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. “From the moment you step foot into the Library, you’ve had exactly three days to get out,” Seonghwa continued, holding a hand up when he noticed you opening your mouth. “It’s been just over a day and a half since you entered this place,” he added.

‘A day and a half?’ you asked yourself. ‘How could it have been only a day and a half?’

“How?” you whispered. “How has it been only a day and a half?”

Seonghwa must have been waiting for this question.

“Time moves slowly once you enter the sections,” he explained. “Time in there progresses as normal but out here, it slows down. Almost to a crawl.”

You tried to wrap your brain around what he was saying.

“Like… a time vortex?”

Seonghwa nodded. “Exactly,” he replied. “Like a time vortex. You enter a section and time out here almost freezes until you return,” he added.

You looked around as you absorbed his words before an idea popped into your head.

“What about you?”

Seonghwa, who had turned away, turned back to look at you. “What about me?”

You gestured to him. “When time slows down here,” you started. “Does that mean you slow down too?”

A small smirk spread across Seonghwa’s face. ‘Uh-oh.’

“No,” he answered plainly. “I’m not a mortal. I’m not bound to your mortal time constraints. I can move about as freely as if time hadn't slowed down.”

You nodded quickly. “Right,” you answered. “I keep forgetting you aren’t human.”

The smirk on Seonghwa’s face spread. “If you keep forgetting, you’ll come to regret it.”

You looked up quickly to meet his gaze, his eyes flashing the same red color as they had before. There was something inherently dangerous about him but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“We’re wasting time,” Seonghwa said suddenly, turning away from you. “You have two doors left to choose from,” he explained. “Fantasy and adventure,” he continued before turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“Which do you want to visit first?”

Pondering on it for a brief moment, you settled on visiting the fantasy section first, looking up at the glowing purple sign above the door as Seonghwa moved to unlock it.

Turning the knob, Seonghwa opened the door for you. “Fantasy isn’t all fairytales and happy endings,” he started to say as you walked past him, stopping when he reached out to grab your arm.

You looked up to meet his gaze once more, the red gone and replaced with the usual blackness of his eyes you’d grown accustomed to.

“Fantasy is sometimes just as dark, if not more, dark than horror.”

His words were meant to be a warning but you couldn’t help smiling at him.

“I’ve faced aliens, spider monsters, bloodthirsty advisors, and criminals,” you explained. “I think I can handle what’s in here.”

Seonghwa hesitantly let go of your arm. “Just take care and tread with caution.”

You nodded and continued into the hall, not bothering to turn back as you heard the soft click of the door shutting behind you.

The dark and dusty aisle was lined with the usual wooden shelves full of books and papers as you walked, pulling your flashlight out to turn it on. The light barely illuminated the path before you but as you walked, you noticed the moment the wood started to disappear into damp soil.

‘Another cave?’

Continuing on, you noticed how the shape of the hall had become circular, the walls now packed soil as you kept walking, kicking small rocks and bits of dirt.

You noticed that the floor started sloping upwards and soon, you could see light filtering in where the tunnel seemed to turn upwards, almost like a—

“Is this a burrow?” you asked no one in particular. It seemed to fit the criteria and you suddenly were afraid of what kind of animal lived in this burrow.

Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, you glanced up and noticed the light peeking in from what you could only assume was the opening of the tunnel. You started to climb, grabbing onto roots sticking out of the dirt.

Climbing and clawing your way up the side of the tunnel, you got closer and closer to the opening until you finally pulled yourself out of the opening, blinking in the bright light of the sun filtering through the tops of the trees.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked around, noticing that you were in some sort of forest.

Unlike the dense jungle of the Science Fiction section, this was an ancient forest with twisted trees, thick brush that sprung up out of the leaf littered ground. The trees were old with many roots that dug into the ground and disappeared.

Getting up, you glanced back and saw you had crawled out of a gap between the roots at the base of a massive tree with a gnarled and bent trunk. The tree extended up into the sky above you, the branches spreading out to cover the area with a massive canopy of leaves.

Sunlight filtered through the canopy as a breeze caused the leaves to sway and dance. Tearing your gaze away from the treetops, you peered around the area once more, wondering which way you should go.

Deciding it would be best to start forward, you did just that, scrambling over roots, broken branches, and half buried boulders as you looked for any sign of life or the key.

Continuing on your way, you came across a deep cut in the forest floor where a river raged a good 20 feet below. Glancing back and forth, you noticed a massive fallen log serving as a natural bridge and made your way over to it. The center of the log had been hollowed out, creating almost a covered bridge.

Each step took you further and further from the rabbit hole you’d emerged from and deeper into the thick forest.

As you walked, you could hear the sound of nature all around you. Bird song and the sound of bugs. Even the deep croak of frogs could be heard as you stumbled along. As you looked around instead of ahead, the toe of your boot caught on a stone and you tripped, stumbling into a tree trunk which you used to steady yourself and find your footing again.

“Way to go, grace,” you mumbled to yourself. “Walk much?”

Looking down, you noticed your clothes were covered in dirt, no doubt from the climb up the tunnel and you quickly brushed yourself off.

Once you were satisfied you’d knocked most of the dirt loose, you continued down an unmarked path, a strong breeze blowing overhead, the branches swaying and creaking above you as you stopped to look up.

The air seemed to change and even some of the sounds of the forest ceased. ‘Oh god,’ you said to yourself. ‘Not again.’

As you came to a halt, you listened closely for the sound of anything you hadn’t heard before. Hearing nothing, you decided to continue on but stopped once again when you heard a loud snap followed by a light thundering sound.

Looking up, you jumped back just in time as a dark shape dropped from a tree above you, landing on the ground before you and standing straight up. Your eyes widened as you looked at the figure, which was joined by two more, surrounding you on three sides, trapping you.

Your heart hammered as you looked around at them, taking in their features. Stoic expressions, unparalleled beauty and… wait, are those pointed ears?

‘Are they… elves?’

Your question was answered when one of the figures turned his head to speak to the person next to him, showcasing his pointed ears. ‘Yep. That’s an elf alright.’

You watched as they spoke amongst themselves in a language you couldn’t pick up. It was unlike anything you’d heard but at the same time, it sounded very familiar. ‘Is that elvish?’

You watched in awe as they spoke with one another before one of the elves turned to look at you. The elves before you were all beautiful of course, but there was something about this elf in particular that seemed to take your breath away.

He was more beautiful than the others. He had silky black hair that fell in soft waves, barely reaching his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown and despite the piercing stare he gave you, his eyes were soft.

“Who are you?” A different elf, one with blond locks, asked suddenly. You were surprised as you shifted your attention to look at him. “I’m just passing through,” you answered. “I got lost in this forest.”

One of the elves, a brunet with long straight hair, exchanged glances with the blond but the one with black hair kept his eyes on you. “We should just get rid of her,” the blond said softly but still loud enough for you to hear.

‘Get rid of me?’

The brunet shook his head. “Can we even do that without orders?” The blond shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? She’s just a dumb mortal.”

The raven haired elf finally spoke up and you could have sworn you died and went to heaven. He sounded like an angel.

“No,” he replied softly. “We must take her back.”

The blond groaned, clearly annoyed. “You’re such a killjoy, Yeosang.”

You watched as the whispered amongst themselves before finally turning to look at you. “Can you walk?” the one named Yeosang asked. You nodded silently. “Oh great, she’s mute,” the blond said, rolling his eyes. You furrowed your brow.

“I am not mute,” you snapped back, surprising both the blond and brunet elves.

Yeosang smiled. “That will teach you to rush to conclusions Paeral,” he said, a hint of amusement to his voice. The blond looked annoyed but said nothing. “Since you insist we must take her back, we better get going.”

Yeosang nodded as the other two elves started walking ahead. Yeosang escorted you as more elves brought up the rear. “What is your name?” Yeosang asked as you were led to a stone pathway.

“Y/N,” you replied, scrambling over a massive root and following the path behind the brunet elf. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Yeosang said as he followed closely behind you. “I am Yeosang.”

The walk to the elves home didn’t take long and you were surprised by how close to their kingdom you had been before. Yeosang stayed behind you the entire time, more than once reaching out to steady you as you lost your footing on the uneven path.

“You are not the most graceful,” he noted with a chuckle as he helped you stand once more after you tripped over a stone path piece. You shook your head. “Normally I’m not this clumsy,” you replied. “I swear.”

The walk led you to a large wall made of trees and thick shrubs, standing at least 10 feet tall. A gateway in the trees opened up and you were escorted inside, your head turning every which way to try and see everything you could.

The gates were closed behind and you were suddenly left feeling nervous about your surroundings. You’d been brought to a man of power before though that had been a lord and not a king.

The blond and brunet elves led the way to the base of a thick tree where a spiral staircase began, winding around the trunk of the tree and climbing up. You followed them up, Yeosang bringing up the rear as you climbed higher and higher into the treetops.

The stairs finally stopped, a wooden landing that connected to a wooden rope bridge and led to another walkway. You looked around as you walked, noticing how there was an entire community of wooden walkways and what looked to be treehouses in the canopy.

You continued on, walking from walkway to walkway until you were being led to the largest treehouse, looking up at it with a mixture of apprehension and fear. Inside, you barely had time to adjust to the low lighting and register the interior before you were being led to a pair of elves who sat in ornately carved wooden chairs which you correctly assumed were thrones.

The King and Queen watched you with mild curiosity as the elves leading you knelt down, showing their respect. Feeling like you were sticking out, you bowed quickly, not entirely sure how you were supposed to act.

The bow must have been well received because the king began asking you all sorts of questions, ranging from asking your name and where you came from to how you found yourself in the forest.

You tried to explain everything to the best of your ability without sounding completely insane, opting to leave out the Library of Illusion altogether. Whether or not the King and Queen bought your story was another thing entirely.

“It’s an incredible story to be certain,” the King said, turning his head to look at his Queen who said nothing, merely nodding her head. “Incredible indeed,” she added. “And I don’t believe she is a spy.”

You relaxed slightly, glad they didn’t see you as a spy or a threat. “Still, to be safe, she will be imprisoned for the time being.”

‘Well shit.’

True to their word, the King and Queen had you imprisoned in one of the many treehouse cells. The brunet elf, who you learned was named Falenas, was assigned to keep watch over your cell.

After being led from the King and Queen’s treehouse, you noticed that far below you in the lower treehouses, as well as on the forest floor, a party seemed to be taking place. It took some convincing but finally, you got it out of Falenas.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands when you heard a voice and looked up.

Through the bars of your cell, which was really just a single room treehouse far from the others, you could see Yeosang speaking to Falenas. After speaking for a small moment, the brunet looked back at you through the bars before turning back to Yeosang and nodded.

You watched as he took off and disappeared while Yeosang take his place.

‘What is happening?’

You got up slowly and walked over to the door. Taking the wooden bars in your hands you leaned against the door and peered out to see Yeosang now sitting in the seat previously occupied by Falenas.

You let out a heavy sigh, drawing his attention. “What are you doing here?” you asked softly, looking at him. “I let him go join the feast,” Yeosang answered softly, turning back to what he was working on when you interrupted him.

“Don’t you want to join the festivities?”

You heard him scoff. “No,” he answered. “I don’t really care for parties.”

You watched him as he stood still, looking away from your door. “Parties aren’t that bad,” you murmured. Yeosang glanced back at you. “I find them dull,” he explained. “An excuse to get drunk and make a fool of oneself.”

You snorted, shaking your head.

Yeosang turned to look back at you. “What’s so funny?”

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “Have you ever been to a party?”

He nodded, looking mildly confused. “You must just be boring,” you said with a shrug. Yeosang scowled. “I am not boring,” he answered. You raised a brow at him. “Not boring, huh?” you asked, leaning against the door, pressing your chest against the bars.

You noticed the way Yeosang’s eyes darted down to look at your chest before back up to your eyes. Had you blinked, you would have missed it.

But you didn’t. ‘Interesting.’

“Can you prove it?”

Your question must have caught him off guard because he blinked at you expressionlessly. “Prove what?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “Prove you aren’t boring,” you replied. “Pay attention, Yeosang,” you added playfully.

His cheeks turned a soft pink and he turned to look away again. “I have no reason to prove anything to you.”

You sighed heavily. “See? Booorrring~,” you retorted, pretending to yawn. Yeosang looked back at you. “How am I supposed to prove I’m not boring?” he asked, turning to face you, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the outside of your cell.

“Do something unexpected,” you answered. “Something you’d never normally do.” Yeosang watched you, eyes narrowing as he contemplated his options.

He was right, he really had no reason to prove anything to you. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. He could just ignore you until the end of time.

Then why did he feel so compelled to prove you wrong? Why did he feel the need to show you he wasn’t boring in the slightest. ‘I can have fun if I want,’ he thought to himself. Eyeing you, Yeosang sighed, pushing himself up from the wall of the cell and pulled the keys from his pocket.

“Get back,” he ordered, taking enjoyment in the shocked look on your face at the sudden gruffness of his voice. “Yes, sir,” you said softly, stepping back a few paces and watching as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here,” you said, fighting the urge to smirk as Yeosang looked at you. “They won’t care,” he answered, shutting the door and hanging the keys by the door. “Just don’t make a dash for the door. I’m putting a lot of trust in you right now.”

Sitting down, you leaned back against the mattress as he walked over. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you whispered as the raven-haired elf slowly climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. “I sense you’re being sarcastic,” he said softly. You shook your head.

“No,” you replied. “I’m really not.” Not giving him a chance to reply, you reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulled him down, pressing your lips against his. Almost as soon as his lips met yours, his hands were on your body, pulling at your clothes gently.

Your back hit the mattress as he kneeled between your thighs.

“What is this?” he asked, inspecting your shorts. You propped yourself up on your elbows. He was running his thumb over the metal of your zipper. “It’s a zipper,” you explained, causing him to look up at you. “A what?”

“A zipper,” you repeated. “We call it that ‘cause it makes a sound like ‘zip’ when you tug the little pull up or down,” you explained, showing him the little metal zipper pull.

Yeosang leaned over you, forcing you back as his hands made quick work of your shorts, undoing the button and zipper. “For never having seen a zipper before,” you said breathlessly as his lips moved down the side of your neck. “You sure seem to know how they work.”

Yeosang snorted but continued to kiss and nip at the skin of your throat.

His hands pushed your shorts down, groaning when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Is it customary for your people to not wear undergarments?” he asked, one hand moving up the inside of your thigh.

“I just forgot them,” you breathed. “Normally I wear them though.”

Yeosang smiled as he moved back to kiss you, lips hovering inches from yours.

“Lucky me,” he murmured before taking you in a messy, rough kiss.

You let out a whimper as you felt his fingers find your clit with expert precision, drawing slow but hard circles against the nub. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled against your lips.

You did as he instructed, spreading your thighs further apart. “And keep them there,” he added in a deep, gruff voice, fingers moving down to tease your entrance. Your hips chased his fingers as he pulled them away.

“Patience,” he muttered when you whined in protest. His fingers were back on your clit, dragging out slow, torturous motions as he watched your face, brow furrowing and your bottom lip being pulled between your teeth.

“There’s no one around us,” he whispered, tips of his fingers dancing back down to your entrance, spreading your wetness. “Let me hear you,” he added.

You let out a long sigh as his fingers sank into your aching core, exploring your velvety walls and curling against the soft gummy spot that had your back arching with each pull.

“That’s it,” he murmured when you let out a moan. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Another curl of his fingers had you moaning wantonly, desperate for him to move faster. The slow curling and rubbing was driving you insane. “Faster,” you begged, one hand moving down to grab his hand, your fingers encasing his wrist. “Please move faster.”

Yeosang chuckled in your ear. “Faster? You’re so impatient,” he mumbled, lips brushing against the lobe of your ear. “You want me to draw this out or stop?”

Your eyes shot open. “No, don’t stop!” you protested. Yeosang smirked at your reaction. “Then don’t rush me, Y/N.”

He continued to tease you with torturously slow drags inside your walls, curling his fingers slowly just to watch the way your lips parted as you begged him for more. “The more I tease you,” he said in a husky voice. “The wetter you get.”

“Yeosang, please,” you whimpered, unshed tears sparkling in your eyes.

“It hurts.”

His fingers stilled inside you. “It hurts?” he asked. “I’ve hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No,” you whimpered. “I just need to cum. The pressure,” you explained. “S’too much.”

Without warning, Yeosang’s fingers moved inside you, curling against that same gummy spot with a renewed vigor. The overwhelming intensity of the change in pace caused the previously unshed tears to spill, rolling down your temples.

“Fuck!” you gasped, grabbing his wrist as his fingers worked your cunt open with ferocity. “Since you’re so impatient,” he chuckled, stopping to scissor his fingers inside your wet walls. “I’ll just have to skip oral. When you whine about not getting any, remember that you asked for this.”

You didn’t care at this point. You just wanted his cock inside you. You wanted the tension to snap and for release. You’d been begging for it and he was finally going to give in to your pleas.

Yeosang was quick to rid you of the rest of your clothes, undoing the buttons of your blouse and pushing it off you and throwing it to the ground. “Take this off,” he ordered, tugging on the strap of your bra.

You were quick to do so as he pulled on the fastenings of his own clothes, shrugging off the jacket he wore and causing you to freeze. Whatever you had expected under his clothes was certainly not this.

The guy looked like he was very slender and maybe slightly toned under his clothes but what sat before you now was an extremely toned body, throwing your completely off guard as Yeosang's hands moved to undo the ties of his pants.

He looked up, noticing your frozen posture and glanced down before looking back up. “What?” he asked. “Something wrong?”

You shook your head and quickly rid yourself of your bra as he finally undid the last fastening of his pants and let them drop to the floor. Your eyes wandered of their own accord, taking in his physique. He looked incredible before the clothes came off but afterwards, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, your fingers brushing against his toned stomach.

“You…” you trailed off, missing the amused smile on his face. “You’re like… jacked, holy shit,” you whispered. Yeosang tilted his head curiously. “What’s jacked?” You glanced up from your position to meet his gaze.

“It’s like saying someone is ripped,” you explained. You watched as his head tilted in the opposite direction, almost like a puppy which would have been humorous had you not been aching to have his cock inside you.

“Muscular,” you finally answered, eyes glancing down to his cock. You had to resist the urge to groan from the sight alone. It wasn’t the largest you’d taken but it was still an impressive size and girth. Your hand moved from his stomach, fingers wrapping around the shaft carefully.

Yeosang’s eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in a soft gasp as you started working your hand along his length. You pulled your hand back before spitting into it and resuming the same stroking motions, watching his face.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured, a smirk forming on your face. “You were so eager to have your cock inside me before,�� you continued, slowing your hand and watching the way his chest heaved with each labored breath.

“What happened?”

Something snapped inside Yeosang. One second he was completely at your mercy the next he had you on your back, thighs spread as he kneeled between them, taking his cock in his hand and guiding the tip to your waiting core.

“I’ll make you regret those words,” he said in a low voice, looking up from where your bodies were about to meet to lock you in a heated gaze. “We’ll see,” you retorted, a smirk still on your face.

Yeosang held your gaze as he slowly sank his cock into your wet cunt. You broke first, eyes rolling back as he sank his entire length into you, your walls fluttering as they hugged him in.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, feeling his cock deep inside.

“You should probably hold on,” Yeosang said, his voice slightly strained. You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Why?” His expression morphed into a smirk.

“Once I start,” he began, pulling back to give you a shallow thrust. The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls slowly had your toes curling. “I won’t stop until we’ve both cum.”

Without another word or warning, Yeosang pushed your thighs against your stomach, rolling his hips and setting a heavy, relentless pace. Each thrust had his cock brushing against your sweet spot, the same spot he’d mercilessly teased earlier while fingering you.

It was clear he knew what he was doing, angling his thrusts for that spot specifically. “Holy shit, Yeosang!” you moaned, back arching as your first orgasm approached. The tension that had been building up to this moment finally came crashing down as you came with a loud moan, walls fluttering around the elf’s cock. He simply smirked down at you as he fucked you through your high.

You finally opened your eyes, breath shuddering as you made eye contact.

“I told you to hold on, Y/N,” he said. “You’re in for a long night.”

He somehow managed to pull more orgasms out of you, leaving you breathless and weak as he rolled you onto your back. “I’m so tired,” you whimpered. Yeosang leaned over your back, pressing soft kisses to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, love?”

You shook your head. “You haven’t cum yet,” you answered. Yeosang chuckled lightly, pressing a couple more kisses to your cheek before moving to kneel between your spread thighs.

“Lift your hips for me, angel,” he said softly. You shakily pushed yourself up enough for Yeosang to shove something soft under your stomach and prop your ass up. “This should be more comfortable,” he murmured as he scooted closer.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he added as he ran his hands over your ass and up to grab your hips. “Okay,” you breathed as you felt the head of his cock push into you, making you groan. “Just lie still for me, princess,” he murmured, taking your hips in his hands.

He resumed the same relentless and unforgiving pace from before, making you wonder where his stamina and self control came from. From behind, his cock dove even deeper than before. Your fingers curled into the sheets, burying your face in the linens as Yeosang pounded into you from behind.

Your moans and whimpers were muffled, allowing you to hear Yeosang’s groans and grunts. “Feels so good,” you heard him groan. “I could fuck you all night.”

You cried out as he thrusted a little harder. “Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “There’s no one around us.” You raised your head slightly, moans slipping out with each thrust, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the hut.

Your walls clenched around him as you came again with a keen, toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets. He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you through it. “Y-Yeosang,” you sobbed, tears starting to spill from your eyes.

“Does it feel good?” Yeosang asked, voice breathless as he slowed his thrusts to rolls. You nodded, whimpering with each roll. “S-so good!” you moaned. “You gonna cum for me again?” Yeosang asked as you tried to shy away from his strokes, overstimulation taking a hold.

“I c-can’t Y-Yeosang,” you whined. “S’too much.”

Yeosang let out a little huff. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head again. “Don’t stop!”

Taking your confirmation, Yeosang resumed thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp and cry out. Your moans turned into screams of pleasure, tears still falling down your face. “Fuck, shit, oh god,” you cursed as another orgasm crashed over you, your thighs shaking as your walls squeezed and hugged Yeosang’s cock.

“That’s it,” you heard him grunt. “Keep doing that, baby.”

If you had been counting, you would have realized you reached a threshold of orgasms. Yeosang had given you sixteen orgasms, which was more than the previous guardians combined.

It wasn’t until you were crying, tears streaming down your face and screaming that he delivered your final orgasm before finally giving in to his own pleasure and chasing his high, cumming on your swollen pussy.

You whimpered as he used two fingers to push some of his cum inside your walls ‘for safe keeping’ he jokingly said. You tried to move but found your legs wouldn’t respond. Yeosang noticed and immediately reached around to lift your hips and pull the cushion out from under you, tossing it aside and lowering you to the bed.

You whined, wanting to roll onto your back but found you had no strength.

Yeosang heard your whines and chuckled softly. “Here,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

He rolled you carefully onto your back. “You need to sleep,” he whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I can’t sleep,” you murmured. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?” Yeosang contemplated for a moment before giving in.

“I will stay.”

You passed out not long after and woke up to find you weren’t the only one asleep. Sometime after you passed out, Yeosang had cleaned you up and put your clothes back on and had also managed to dress himself.

You looked around, eyes landing on his ring of keys hanging by the door. ‘Perfect,’ you thought to yourself as you carefully got up, glancing back to make sure Yeosang was still asleep. He was fast asleep, looking so peaceful and serene that you almost felt bad for leaving.

Almost.

Tiptoeing over, you took the keys off the wall as quietly as you could. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something that stood out on the ring and you smiled, realizing that Yeosang was indeed the Guardian as he carried the special key with an insignia for the fantasy section.

You removed the key and used the cell key to let yourself out. Closing the door, you reached in between the bars to hang it back up, glancing back to make sure the coast was clear.

Before you could withdraw your hand, a set of fingers closed around your wrist, making you jump and turn back to the door. Yeosang had a hold of your wrist, glaring at you. “What are you doing?” he hissed as you tried to pull free.

“I have to get back to my world,” you whispered. “I came for this,” you added, holding up the key. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed upon looking at the key in your hands. “That’s why you seduced me?” You looked up at him.

“I did not seduce you,” you replied. “You flirted with me and came into my cell. Just because I wanted it doesn’t mean I seduced you,” you added.

“If anything, you seduced me.”

Yeosang opened his mouth to retort but froze, realization dawning on his face.

“You’re right,” he finally said. He slowly let go of your wrist. “If you’re going to get out of here,” he added. “I’ll take you.” You nodded, watching as he pulled the keys down and let himself out.

“Where do you need to go?”

You wracked your brain before remembering the tunnel. “Do you know the giant tree with the burrow in the base?”

Yeosang nodded. “We call that Wyrm Burrow,” he explained. “That’s where you need to go?” You nodded. “That’s where I came from,” you answered.

The look on Yeosang’s face was a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “If I had more time, I’d explain,” you said, taking his hand. “But I really don’t have the time. If I don’t get back to my own world, I may never get home.”

Yeosang nodded, taking a firm hold on your hand and dragged you away from the hut, taking a different path than the one you were led in. “There’s a back way out of the village,” he explained as you peered over the railing to the forest floor where the celebration you’d heard earlier was raging on.

Yeosang led you to a set of stairs that spiraled down a tree, keeping a firm hold on your hand as you reached the base of the steps. You watched as he looked around before hurrying to hide behind a tree, dragging you with him.

You made your way from tree to tree until you reached the back wall separating the village from the forest around it. Yeosang pulled back a hidden door, pushing you towards it.

“Follow this path. When you reach the fork, go right. Then when you see the deer statue, turn left off the path and walk straight back. You’ll find the Burrow,” he whispered. “I cannot come with you. I have to cover for you.”

You took his hand as he looked away before looking back to meet your gaze.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

Yeosang grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“If I had my way, I’d never let you leave,” he said after pulling back, handing you a small light. “Now go!”

He gave you a little shove before the hidden door fell into place, leaving you standing in the dark forest.

Despite the feeling in your stomach, you forced yourself to follow his directions, taking the path and keeping to the walkway until you finally reached the fork in the path like he said. Taking the right path, you continued, keeping your eye out for the statue he mentioned.

It took several minutes but you finally spotted it and turned to the left. The wood was dark, a light mist settling over the ground. ‘No turning back now.’

You started into the thicket, climbing over fallen trees and thick roots that twisted like snakes and disappeared into the dirt.

Leaves and twigs crunched under your feet as you walked, following the straight path you’d set on until the big tree finally came into view. “Finally,” you wheezed as you sped up, clambering over the logs and stones until you reached the base of the thick, gnarled trunk.

The hole at the base was dark and uninviting as you peered in, using the light to look around. As carefully as you could, you lowered yourself into it and slid to the bottom of the tunnel with a mild scream.

Once at the bottom, you got up, dusting yourself off and started the long trek back to the door. As you walked, you could hear a ringing in the distance and turned around to look behind you. As far as you could see, the tunnel was empty but the light only allowed you to look back so far.

You continued on, pressing forward and ignoring the piercing ringing in your ears.

‘Probably just the silence,’ you figured.

At least until you heard the rumbling shift and the ground beneath your feet shook. You tried to keep your balance as a mini quake shook the tunnel, dirt falling from the ceiling. “Okay,” you murmured as the quake subsided and you steadied yourself.

“Time to go!”

You hurried as fast as you could, not wanting to run and risk a cave in. As you walked, the soft thump of your feet on the dirt turned into a thud as you stepped into the wooden floor and you breathed a sigh of relief.

It only took a couple more minutes to reach the door and before you could open it, it opened before you. Seonghwa pulled you through the door, dragging you out of the tunnel and pushing you aside before slamming the door.

When he dragged you into the room, you’d lost your balance and fallen to your knees, the key falling from your hand and clattering across the stone floor.

“What is your problem!?” you shouted as you looked up at him. Seonghwa turned to look down at you, mildly surprised you were shouting at him.

“What’s my problem?” he asked. “Did you not see that thing following you?”

He held up a hand to silence you before you could speak. “No, don’t answer that,” he said suddenly. “Obviously you didn’t see it,” he continued, stepping over you and kneeling down to pick up the key. “If you had, I wouldn’t have needed to rescue you.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the door, the illuminated sign now off. You looked back to Seonghwa as he inspected the key before turning to look at you. He stood up straight and walked over, stopping just before you.

“Here,” he said softly, offering his hand. You looked up at him before taking it. He pulled you to your feet easily. “Are you alright?”

You nodded silently. “Good,” Seonghwa said, turning away and climbing the steps up to the desk where he placed the key next to the others, leaving one empty space.

You turned your head to look at the last Guardian door before you could finally access the restricted section and be free from the Library.

“I think I don’t need to ask where you want to go next,” Seonghwa said as he watched you walk over to the door.

You turned back as he walked over, pulling out the keys and unlocking the door.

“The final Guardian,” he said, hesitating. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Just open the door.”

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