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daisyvisions · 6 months

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✦ Day 22 - Wildcard (Cuckolding)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: CEO husband!Sangyeon x afab!reader x Co-worker!Juyeon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cuckolding (do not read if triggering), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, male masturbation, aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), 2/3 of the Lee Line present (yes, that is a warning in itself) pleasure!dom Sangyeon? maybe?, Proofread! Let me know if I missed anything!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: This was a treat to write, especially in the POV of Sangyeon hehe been thinking about this idea for a while and now it’s finally here. Please note also that cuckolding is a consented sexual act so do NOT come after me with shit. Enjoy!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

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Sangyeon never thought he'd end up in a situation like this. All his life, he pictured himself just living how everyone else wanted to: working hard in a job he likes, marrying the person of his dreams, having kids with, and living in a big house.

But this was not the case.

Never did he expect that he'd be here, in his master bedroom, sitting in his huge armchair across his bed, pleasuring himself while watching Juyeon have sex with his beautiful wife… you.

You and Sangyeon have been married for almost two years now. Why you got married was not something either of you expected to begin with. His father was extremely wealthy, making Sangyeon next in line to inherit all the family's fortunes. And you, the daughter of one of Sangyeon's father's closest friends.

And because of that, it had been decided that you would have an arranged marriage to Sangyeon, maintaining the wealth and status of both families.

You never hated each other, not once. Even if you had a few arguments here and there, you never resented each other. In fact, you and Sangyeon got along pretty well given your situation. You enjoyed each other's company, learned each other's boundaries, but most importantly... had an incredibly passionate sex life.

Your physical and sexual attraction to one another was off the charts, engaging in sexual activities almost every day, at any moment, on any surface of your mansion. This went on for quite some time, until suddenly Sangyeon had to take over the company as his father stepped down, making it harder to spend time with you.

As he got busier, working overtime at the office, and going on multiple business trips, the intimacy between the two of you started to dwindle. It was like you were strangers once again.

Truth be told, Sangyeon actually did love you. And even though he knew your love was not the same as his, he did his best to make sure his love was known by spoiling you with every chance he could get, letting you do whatever you wanted to do, even going as far as using him as your personal sex toy despite being exhausted from work.

One thing Sangyeon noticed over time as he got busier was that you would tend to "subtly" flirt with his right-hand man, Lee Juyeon. When you would quickly visit Sangyeon in his office, you would make it a point to say hi to Juyeon before leaving. The times when Sangyeon would bring work home, he would see you giggling at something Juyeon whispered in your ear.

He's not going to lie, jealousy did bubble up in the pit of his stomach the first few times he noticed your behavior, especially when you had this look in your eyes whenever you talked to Juyeon that Sangyeon never saw when you looked at him.

Sangyeon never confronted you about it because he knew you like the back of his hand. Even if you blatantly flirted with Juyeon while he was in the room, you would never physically cheat on him (but mentally was another question.)

He did catch you that one time he peeked through the crack of the master bedroom's door, seeing you lying down beautifully as you touched yourself but moaning out Juyeon's name instead of his.

Sangyeon knows he should have done something the moment he witnessed all that. He should have been furious that you were thinking about someone else while pleasuring yourself. But there was something that sparked in him that night, making him more turned on than he should have been.

There was something about the way your face glowed after pleasuring yourself that made him... happy?

During that same night, as Sangyeon stroked your hair while you slept on his lap after watching a movie together in the living room, an idea suddenly popped into his head. An idea that wouldn't have been on his list of ways to rekindle your relationship, but he knew it might just work... and it had to involve Juyeon in the picture.

It was the night of your monthly date night. After going to this new restaurant, driving around the city, and having a good round of drinks, Sangyeon had your hips pinned down to the mattress as he slowly lapped at your cunt, making you reach your second orgasm of the night.

You didn't know what it was about tonight, but you were feeling extra horny for some reason. And Sangyeon could sense this too, meaning his plan was working. You see, Sangyeon made sure that he was slowly hinting at what was about to happen tonight.

Dropping little hints such as wearing the same cologne as Juyeon, mentioning him casually in conversations as he talked about work, and so on. He could see you shift your legs at times, trying your best not to rub your thighs together and hiding your blushing face at the mention of his co-worker.

"Sangyeon, I can't," you cried out, trying to push his face away from your dripping core.

"Shh. I got you sweetheart, don't worry. Okay?" He kissed your wet folds one last time before pushing himself up to kiss you, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You reached for his pants, palming his clothed erection and attempting to pull down the zipper until Sangyeon gripped your wrist and stopped you.

"You don't want?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Not this time," he responded.

"Is there something wrong?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, worried that you might have done something to make him react this way.

"Oh no no, there's nothing wrong at all! Nothing could ever be wrong with you," he smiled, caressing your cheek.

"It's just that I have something else planned, that's all. Want to see?" You nodded your head at him as he kissed your forehead before getting off the bed and heading for the door. You watched his every movement in curiosity, wondering what he had in store. This was so unlike him during sex.

As soon as he opened the door, you heard him talking as if he was speaking with someone. Your thoughts were soon confirmed the moment you saw a foot entering your bedroom and Juyeon appearing.

"Oh my god!" You shouted in surprise, trying to cover your exposed body as quickly as you could with the bedsheet beneath you.

"Sangyeon, what is he doing here?" You looked at him and Juyeon with wide eyes.

"Hear me out for a second, sweetheart." Sangyeon walked over to you and sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand in his.

"I want to give you the best night of your life. Will you let Juyeon do that for you?" He looked into your eyes.

"Is this some kind of joke?" You questioned him, entirely unsure of his motives.

"No, no baby, it's not. I promise." He squeezed your hand. "Just trust me. Okay? I'll be sitting over there in the corner watching. Now, go have your fun, alright?" He rubbed your arm before kissing your cheek and standing up to take his seat in the armchair across from the bed.

While Sangyeon took his seat, he watched how slow and gentle Juyeon was with you. The way he sucked on your neck, fondled your breasts, and left a trail of kisses from your stomach all the way to your inner thighs.

The way you would arch your back, whimper at his touch, the dazed look on your face... It was making Sangyeon's cock ache. To watch his beautiful wife being pleasured from a different point of view was extremely erotic to him. He pleasured himself while watching Juyeon take you, teasing you before slipping his cock inside your wet hole and gradually pounding you into the mattress.

Sangyeon was so immersed in watching you being fucked that he didn't realize he had already pulled his member out from his pants and started pleasuring himself slowly. He could feel his own precum lubricating his hand as he continued to watch your face contort in pleasure.

But what really turned Sangyeon on was the fact that even though you were being fucked by someone else, someone you had been flirting with for the past couple of weeks, you kept your gaze on him the whole time. Looking into each other's eyes like you had never done before.

And when you felt yourself reaching your third orgasm of the night, you called out Sangyeon's name instead, making him reach his own climax right after as his seed spilled on his exposed abs.

You continued to keep your gaze on him, finally having the same look in your eyes as he did with you.

As soon as Juyeon left, Sangyeon drew a nice warm bath for you, prepared a fresh set of clothes, and waited for you in your shared bed. You instantly crawled into his embrace, sharing more intimate kisses with one another.

"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" He asked. You started to become shy and hid your face at the crook of his neck. Your shyness making him endearingly smile.

"I want to ask something," you mumbled against his skin. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pulled your face away from his neck to get a better look at you.

"Why did you do it?" You whispered.

"Did it make you happy?" He whispered back. "Be honest with me…"

"Yes, really happy…" You shyly replied. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss you,

"Then making you happy is all I care about."

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juyeonszn · 4 months

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PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.58k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to fwb to lovers, a few timeskips here and there, hyunjae is a manwhore but what else is new, he’s also a criminal justice major so, mentions of alcohol, mentions of roblox? idk, reader is lowkey horny as hell 😭, handjob, oral (m!receiving), mentions of sex in various places, hyunjae is an emotionally constipated idiot, juyeon appearance crowd cheered, also cha eunwoo appearance but crowd did not cheer, hyunjae goes through the five stages of grief, no foreplay but what can u do about it, marking, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap u know the drill), cowgirl position yeehaw, creampie yeehaw, little bit of cockwarming st the end ngl

SUMMARY becoming friends with lee hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. also not on your bingo card? waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

MORE bruh. first of all. i’m so sorry this is so late. 😭 second of all, NOT ONLY IS IT A DAY LATE, BUT ITS ALSO LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE 😭 my time management was not all there this past weekend, and also due to some unfortunate decisions on my part, this fic was delayed a bunch but WE ARE SO BACK pls. i hope u all enjoy this bc i kinda hate it and im sad bc i was so excited for it and its nothing like how i wanted it to be… pls rb if u liked it 😿 also this is lowkey for izzy bc we’re both going through insane hyunjae brainrot rn..

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In Hyunjae’s defense, he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

When the two of you first met, he really was just trying to be a gentleman. He’d always been raised as someone who should do the right thing without expecting anything in return. He prided himself on sticking by his mother’s lifelong wisdom.

Okay sure, he might’ve had a few slip ups here and there in the form of random girls he’s hooked up with, but could you blame him? He was a university criminal justice major after all. There’s no harm in a little one-night-stand fun. Learning the ins and outs of the world of law and order was soul-draining enough without the freedom to stress-relieve whenever he felt fit.

Right. Back to you.

Your first encounter took place at the Tau Beta Zeta end of semester party. The fraternity had been working towards securing their victory against the KAT sorority just so they could host the damn thing. Hyunjae had yet to find a girl to entice him for the night, instead bothering some of his frat brothers. For example, Jacob Bae, who had just won the IST University boys’ volleyball team a championship title.

He could’ve gone after Lee Haeun, Jacob’s ex, but he had higher standards than that. There was also the incident earlier that day, while setting up for the party. He tried making a move on the KAT president to piss off Sangyeon, but that ended up failing. Honestly, he didn’t even care much about sleeping with anyone at these things anyways. Usually pretty girls came up to him first, but then ghosted him once they realized he wasn’t looking for anything serious. That was the only reason why his rap sheet was so long. He’d never intended on being the resident fuckboy.

Hyunjae remembers spotting you across the room during one of the numerous rounds of beer pong that night. Rather than Juyeon refereeing with Younghoon like they normally did, he stepped in to let the younger male enjoy the party with his girlfriend. The current match-up was Sunwoo versus Changmin with their respective partners. He had glanced up after witnessing the soccer prodigy miss a cup, making eye contact with you accidentally.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip before looking away. Your friends had sucked you back into the conversation you were having, effectively blocking Hyunjae’s chance to shoot any shots. He quickly got over it upon witnessing Changmin and Sunwoo arguing over the game, egging them on like the instigator he was.

Most people would’ve thought that was the end of it. Just a fleeting glance at each other, dozens of people standing between you. In hindsight, Hyunjae partially wishes that was where your story ended. You would’ve just been another girl to him, a stranger he saw once and never ran into again.

It’s funny how the universe works in strange ways.

By two in the morning, when over half of the partygoers had left the TBZ house, Hyunjae felt his social battery reach empty. He woke up earlier that morning to study for his Victimology final and felt drained by the time he walked out of the lecture hall. (He knew he aced it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t mentally taxing.) He was just about ready to call it a night when he saw you sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, blubbering into your phone about something.

“What do you mean you left?” You wail, cheeks stained with mascara streaks. “I don’t care about your boyfriend! I’m too drunk to drive home and you were supposed to be my D.D.”

Your words are slightly slurred, a hiccup following your last sentence. Damn, you were cute even when you were crying like a baby. Hyunjae observed as you argued with who he assumed to be your friend over the phone, exasperated by the end of it. Despite not knowing a single thing about you, not even your name, he decided to step in and offer aid.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you saying you’re too drunk to drive yourself, and as a TBZ member I just can’t let that happen,” he extended a hand to you. “I’d be more than willing to let you stay here until the morning, if you’d like. You can have my room and I’ll just crash in one of the others.”

Your lower lip quivered, as if you were on the verge of even more tears. You sniffle when you respond, eyes doe-like and glassy. “R-Really? You would do that f-for me?”

“It’s a better alternative than taking a rideshare home alone while drunk,” he nods. “And I’m definitely not letting you drive anywhere yourself.”

Hyunjae doesn’t know why he felt so protective over you. The thought of some potentially creepy man taking advantage of you because you were under the influence didn’t sit right with him. He poked his cheek with his tongue, hand still outstretched to you. You took it gently, allowing him to guide you to his bedroom. He grabbed some of his clothes so you could be comfier and gave you a washcloth so you wouldn’t go to be with your makeup on. He felt better knowing you were in the safety of his fraternity house rather than anywhere else. It kind of pissed him off that your friends would leave you to fend for yourself like that.

The next morning, you came down the stairs drowning in Hyunjae’s clothes, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. You held the heel of your palm to your temple, wincing from the headache no doubtedly caused by your hangover. It was around 11 AM when you woke up and most, if not all, of his frat brothers had already left to head home for the holidays.

You found your knight in shining armor sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug with the default male Roblox face in his grasp. He was scrolling through his phone mindlessly, taking sips of his coffee every now and then until he heard you. He spins around in his chair, offering you a warm smile.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Did you rest okay?” He asks, getting up to grab you your own mug.

Your cheeks burn up at the nickname. The whole situation is still a bit odd to you. You knew of Lee Hyunjae through the grapevine (every other girl at your school), yes, but you’ve never held an actual conversation with him before. And now here you are, taking shelter in his home and sleeping in his bed. It was sweet of him to be so hospitable, though. He could’ve kicked you out and pretended you didn’t exist.

“That’s probably the best I’ve ever slept in my life,” you laugh to cut through the tension. “Thank you for keeping me alive last night. I feel indebted to you forever.”

“It was no problem, at all. My pleasure, actually,” he grins, passing you a mug filled with fresh coffee. “By the way, I never got your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you tell him, mouth pulling into a smile at the cup he just gave you, which happened to be the female adjacent to his. “Hyunjae, right?”

He doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed by the fact that you already knew his name or not, but given his previous reputation, he thinks it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He clears his throat and nods as he drinks more of his coffee. He tries to distract himself from the weird feeling bubbling in his chest with how cute you looked in his clothes.

“Do you not have any plans for the break?” You switch the subject, noticing that the house was empty for the most part.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I’m from here, so it isn’t really much of a drive to visit home. I’ll go over on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Years but that’s about it. Other than that, I like to enjoy having the whole house to myself.”

“Woah, me too! My friends are all from out of town though, so I’m usually really lonely. It’s always so odd thinking about how this is just a stepping stone for people’s lives and I’ve been here all of mine.” You stir some cream and sugar into your coffee, pursing your lips. “So, I take it you’re not doing anything today?”

“Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada,” Hyunjae leans back in his chair. “I’ll probably just watch some movies and call it a day. What about you? Any plans for the break since all of your friends are gone?”

“I have just as many as you.” You sip on your beverage.

“Well, the couch space next to me will be unoccupied if you’d like to join me.”

“I think I might take you up on that offer.”

You feel like maybe this was some sort of elaborate scheme to trap you. Your eyes kept flickering from the TV to his profile, entranced by the blue light illuminating his features. You wanted nothing more than to claim your seat on his lap and ride him into the sunset like a gallant steed, which was ironic considering the way the two of you met.

It’s in the middle of the third movie that you finally feel yourself grow restless. No way could you sit beside Lee Hyunjae, spend the whole day with him, and not jump his bones. It was, like, the most obvious thing to do. It was Lee Hyunjae. Did he expect you not to?

He feels you squirming next to him, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, he’s surprised he’s abstained from touching you this long. From the moment he saw you in his clothes this morning, he wanted you underneath him. He doesn’t know how to initiate anything without seeming too forward though.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to make much effort on his part.

You place one of your hands on his thigh, dragging your nail along the seam of his sweatpants. He turns to you with a raised eyebrow. All you can do is bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

“You know, Hyunjae, I never got to properly thank you for your act of nobility last night,” you start, fingers creeping up higher. “And I just thought of something that I think we’ll both like.”

He doesn’t have the strength in him to restrain himself after that, pulling you into a heated kiss. He nips at your lower lip and tangles his tongue with your own, getting easily lost in the spellbinding of your touch. Your lips trail along his jaw and down his neck, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. You suck deep marks into the skin of his pulse point while simultaneously palming him through his underwear.

You’re moving fast, but you’re on a mission. You’ve been waiting for this all day, you can’t imagine slowing down now. It doesn’t appear that he plans on stopping you either.

Hyunjae throws his head back, hissing when you discard his boxers. The cool air of the house hits his cock at the same time you bite down on the divot where his neck meets his shoulder. Your hand gently wraps around his length, thumb running over the slit to collect the precum that’s formed there. He watches in a trance as you go on your knees between his legs.

You press a sweet kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth. He groans, twisting your hair around his wrist so he can control your movements. Hyunjae doesn’t think he’s ever wanted head this badly in his life. He’s always been a giving person, always providing the pleasure for the girl he was with. There were only a handful of times that he’s ever been on the receiving end and none of them were memorable. But this time is different.

For some reason, you’re the only one who’s ever been able to get him this riled up this quickly. You’re still relatively a stranger to him, and even though he’s had plenty of one night stands, it’s unlike any of the others.

Your throat relaxes so you can swallow more of him, tongue swirling around the tip. He’s the biggest guy you’ve ever been with, making things a little harder for you, but you were never one to back down from a challenge. And getting Lee Hyunjae to cum from the work of your mouth alone was the ultimate reward.

Hyunjae moans when your attention focuses on his sensitive slit. The sound is music to your ears, goading you into continuing your task. You gag around his dick and tears prick at your eyes when he pushes your face down further, your nose brushing the lower part of his abdomen. One of your hands wanders, tracing and scratching his abs as the other jerks him off.

He swipes away some stray tears with his thumb, bucking into your mouth and hand. “Fucking look at you, taking me like a good girl. You’re so filthy.”

You whine, squeezing your thighs together for your own friction. You can wait, though, entirely too focused on getting him to finish. You’re thankful it isn’t that much longer until he does, painting your lips and cheeks with his release when you pull off of him to press a cute kiss on the same spot. He knows he finished too fast for someone of his caliber, but he doesn’t have it in him to care.

“You’re so hot,” he brings you up to connect your lips once again.

It was very easy to fall into a habit after that.

Throughout the entirety of the break, Hyunjae would call you over or vice versa and you’d rock each other’s world’s. It was practically an entire month of fucking nonstop. You’d done it in the TBZ house living room, in his bed, in the kitchen, in the shower and every other surface you could think of. Your own apartment had been christened plenty with your sexcapades also. Both of your cars had seen you naked too. But the most memorable place had to be his childhood bedroom the night of Christmas. He went to his parents’ for a couple days and hit you with that 3 AM “You up?” text when his libido couldn’t quell. That was probably the quietest you’d ever have to be.

Hyunjae had to explain to his mom that no, he hadn’t gotten mauled by a wild animal in his sleep. It was harder coming up with another plausible lie to cover the source of the hickeys on his neck, but he’d rather tell his mother something stupid than the fact that he was an insatiable freak.

When it came time for everyone to return to school for the spring semester, you’d deluded yourself into thinking there could be something real between you and Hyunjae. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? This gorgeous man had spent almost every single day of winter break with you, even if it was mostly for the sex. That wasn’t all you did though. You shared meals together and talked about your life goals. You truly got to know him better than just the hot frat guy who’s made his rounds with girls on campus.

However, Hyunjae did not think he was ready for that level of commitment.

After spending a month with you and learning all of your little quirks, he thought he was going insane. He’d been in situationships in the past and none of them ever ended well, especially because they always caught feelings. He didn’t want the two of you to fall down the same path. But he noticed the linger of your touches and kisses and the way your eyes sparkled when he spoke. He didn’t want to be the one to break your heart.

He just couldn’t see himself getting into a serious relationship. He was preparing to apply for law schools and get his shit together. He didn’t think he couldn’t handle throwing a girlfriend into the mix. Even if it was you. Bold, pretty little you, who had Lee Hyunjae wrapped around her finger without trying.

Things come to a speeding halt for both of you halfway into the second week back.

Hyunjae was walking out of his Crime Mapping II lecture when he saw you chatting up Cha Eunwoo outside of the building, giggling and being all touchy with him. He doesn’t know why he feels so… stuffy… when he sees that. He doesn’t know why it makes him mad. He doesn’t know why it feels like his heart has just been stomped on a handful of times.

He walks over to you and clears his throat, hands shoving into his jacket pockets. He tries to ignore how cute you look in your puffer coat, nose rosy from the cold. You pause in your conversation to say hi to him before resuming whatever you were saying before. It was like he was invisible.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” You tuck some hair behind your ear, smiling at the male.

“For sure. Talk to you later, Y/N.” He says, waving as he takes off.

Hyunjae starts in the opposite direction wordlessly, leaving you to stumble behind him like a newborn deer. He looks upset about something, but you’re not sure if you should ask. When you finally match his pace, you frown, tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Since when were you friends with Cha Eunwoo?” Hyunjae blurts, tone catching you off guard. You blink at his outburst.

“For a while, I guess? We’re in the same department and we’ve had a few classes together. Why? Is that a problem?” You stop your steps, forcing him to do the same.

“No, why would it be? I’m not your boyfriend. You can talk to whoever you want.” He backtracks, realizing the connotation behind his question. Shit, why does he not think before he speaks?

“You could be,” you shrug, gaze casted downward to avoid his stare. “You could be my boyfriend.”

Again, because he’s a stupid boy, he chooses not to use his brain in such a critical situation. “I don’t want to be. You can date him for all I care.”

Hyunjae didn’t want to be the one to break your heart, but he knows he did when he sees the flame in your eyes die out. He thinks he broke his own too, chest constricting when tears well up in the corners. You wipe your runny nose with your gloved hand, sniffling with a scoff.

“Fuck you, Hyunjae,” your voice is surprisingly calm, and that scares him more. “Fuck you and your stupid fucking commitment issues and your lack of empathy. Stay away from me.”

He can’t even think of something quick enough to stop you. Of course, his mind runs at a million miles a minute when it’s the worst time. But when he needs it to work most, it fails on him. That’s exactly his luck.

He just stares as your figure gets smaller and smaller, getting further and further away from his reach. His stomach feels ugly, twisted in a way it shouldn’t be. Maybe it’s because he’d considered you a close friend at this point, and now there’s no way you didn’t hate him. He told you things that he hadn’t even told his brothers, things that he hoped would never see the light of day. He’d spoken his insecurities out into the world and you were the one he let see that vulnerable side of him. He had something good going for him finally, and he went and ruined it.

Who could he be mad at but himself?

When Hyunjae sees you again, it’s been at least a week since your argument in the middle of campus.

He’d been beating himself up over the fight the entire time. Numerous what-if scenarios ran through his mind when he should’ve been sleeping. He wonders what he could’ve said to make everything turn out differently. Had he just told you what was bothering him, told you about that icky sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, perhaps you wouldn’t have walked away.

He’s pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose. You avoided him until you knew you’d definitely see him, and then you’d flaunt yourself to purposefully piss him off. Despite only knowing each other for a little over a month, you had Hyunjae read like the back of your hand. You knew he was stubborn and had to be pushed into admitting he was wrong. He’d never outright confess to his mistakes unless you backed him into a corner and forced him to.

So you can imagine his reaction when he saw you walk into that week’s TBZ party with Cha Eunwoo around your shoulders.

If Lee Hyunjae had any faults, it was that he was too prideful. He realizes this when you stroll right past him, ignoring his presence. You giggle at something Eunwoo said as you grab some drinks. There’s no way you aren’t doing this to get on his nerves. Especially not in that outfit.

His grip on his cup is not normal, he knows that. But it’s not subtle if anyone notices and when Juyeon of all people points it out, he knows it even more.

“Yo, dude. Are you good? You look like you might kill somebody if we’d let you.” The younger male pats his back.

“Honestly, no, not really. But there isn’t really anything I can do about it.” Hyunjae huffs, welcoming his defeat with open arms.

“You can talk to me about things. It’s kinda weird but I always feel like getting out your thoughts is better than internalizing and blowing up randomly.” He says after a moment.

“I guess I’m just confused why I’m so jealous of something that isn’t mine.” The heart to heart with his frat brother follows the entire five stages of grief, starting with step one; Denial. He’ll keep denying the real reason he feels the way he does.

“Are you talking about that girl you were messing around with during break?” Juyeon asks, bringing his cup to his mouth. “And the fact that she’s here with Cha Eunwoo?”

Step two; Anger. His cup snaps and the sharp edge of the plastic scratches the inside of his palm. “Why would I be jealous of her being here with him? I could give less of a fuck about that. She’s not my girlfriend, she can do whatever she wants.”

He raises an eyebrow at how defensive his senior gets, lips quirking up. “Sure, Hyunjae. You’re not jealous. But you’re acting like it and you know you are.”

“Well,” step three; bargaining. “I’m not not jealous, I just— I don’t know. I’ve never been on this side of the situation before. Am I even allowed to be mad about it?”

“I mean, it’s a little unconventional, but yeah, I think you are. You spent the better part of a month getting to know this girl. You’ve seen her in ways other people haven’t. Even if you weren’t going into it with the intention to start something, I think it’s hard not to want anything after. Unless you’re completely heartless. But you’re not exactly The Grinch, so.” Juyeon sounds too wise for standing in the middle of a frat party.

“Nothing’s gonna happen now, though. She hates me and wants nothing to do with me because I screwed up.” Step four; Depression.

“You don’t know that unless you make an attempt to fix it,” his junior sighs. “Look, she’s gonna keep projecting how upset you made her if you aren’t gonna do something about it. But there’s a high chance that she’ll forgive you if you’re just real with her.”

And last, but not least, step five. Acceptance. Lee Hyunjae has finally accepted that he’s not an emotionless robot incapable of producing feelings for someone. He takes Juyeon’s advice right then and there, deciding that this is something he has to do immediately. (He also knows how much you can drink at these things and he preferred that you were sober when he spoke to you.)

He thanks his friend and sets off to search for you in the sea of already drunk university students. He’s anxious. He’s never been the type to have serious discussions about anything, really. He assumes that it stems from never seeing that in his own parents. They loved each other, yeah, but they never really talked about difficult topics with each other. Or, in front of him they didn’t.

Hyunjae thinks he might throw up when he finds you in the other room. Cha Eunwoo is still glued to your side, but he’s hardly paying attention to you, talking to his friends. You look bored, like you were waiting for something— or someone— to save you. This was his opportunity.

Your eyes widen when you see him heading straight for you, swallowing thickly. There wasn’t any route of escape so you were stuck having to deal with him. In all honesty, the hurt was still very fresh for you, and you weren’t sure you could handle talking to him yet.

“Can we please talk? I need to tell you something,” he yells over the loud music.

“Why should I listen to what you have to say?” Your tone is shaky, wavering slightly, but you’re grateful that he can’t hear it with how voluminous this party is.

“Y/N,” he pleads almost, eyes communicating what you needed to hear. “This is important.”

You concede, sneaking from Eunwoo and following Hyunjae blindly. You could be getting whisked away to your demise, but the former hardly even notices, too engrossed in whatever he was saying to his friends. You’re a bit apprehensive when Hyunjae takes you into his bedroom, biting your cheek when the memories of what you’ve done in here come flooding back to you.

“Okay, I don’t know how to put this into a coherent thought,” he turns his back to you.

“Can we just get this over with? You don’t want me, remember? I don’t even know why I’m giving you the time of day—“

“Of course I want you,” he exclaims, spinning around and pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, are you blind? It’s so obvious that I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N. I’m just stupid and I fucked everything up, because I was scared that things would change and I’m afraid of change. That’s the reason why I have commitment problems. I don’t want to commit myself to something just for everything to change in the blink of an eye.”

You shut up after that, your heart skipping in your chest. This was what you wanted. You wanted a messy confession. Something that told you it wasn’t all in your head. That you weren’t making things up. That he felt the same way you did.

Your lips collide in a rough, desperate manner. Hyunjae’s never had a way with words, so kissing you with every ounce of longing in his being and holding you like you’d disappear any second was his outlet. This was how he could show you his true feelings. Your heart rate transitions from your pulse point to your ears, amplifying with each suck of your bottom lip between his teeth

You’ve done this so many times before, but it will never be the same as this one. No one could ever make you feel the way Lee Hyunjae does. It might be crazy, but it only took a month for you to realize that there will never be another for you. The conversations that trickled into early hours of the morning following going at it like jackrabbits were perfect to you. They weren’t ideal, but they were enough.

The two of you walk backwards until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, your knees on either side of his lap. You cup his jaw in your hands, grinding down on him every time your lips move together. Hyunjae’s fingers dig into your sides and push up the material of your dress. He’s moving fast, rushed like you might decide you don’t want this and walk out of his room.

You can’t really blame him, your pace disorganized with only one goal in mind. Neither of you could be bothered with the foreplay, too needy and craving the touch of one another as quickly as possible. You part from him to pull off your dress, eyes fluttering shut when he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He doesn’t want to waste time commenting on the fact that you were braless underneath so he busies himself with pecking the tops of your tits. Your fingers card through his hair with an extended sigh, noticing how long it’s gotten since you first met.

Hyunjae pushes his pants down his legs as you yank his shirt over his head, reconnecting your lips. He uses his ring and middle fingers to shove aside your underwear, discarding his own shortly after. Your mouth nips and bites your favorite places on his neck, ensuring you mark the surface so everyone knows who he belongs to. You were the one who acquired the key to Lee Hyunjae’s heart.

Your teeth sink into his skin the moment he slips inside of you, both of you moaning when he slides right into your cunt like he was meant to be there. You whine when he bottoms out, your sensitive clit bumping into his pelvic bone. You’re so warm and inviting, Hyunjae feels like he’s falling under a spell. Just being inside of you feels like a form of hypnosis. If it was up to him, he’d stay here forever, content to sit with his cock stuffed in you without interruption. But you both yearn for more than that.

He tightens his grip on your hips, bucking upwards into you and watching with heavy eyes as a whine spills from your lips. You look so fucked out despite him doing absolutely nothing to you yet. He thrusts up again experimentally, grinning when your upper half knocks into his.

“Feel good, baby?” He coos into your ear, nipping at the lobe and the area surrounding.

You nod with a whimper when his cock brushes that sweet spot deep inside your pussy. “Mhm, feels so— fuck, Jae, want it harder.”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he smiles into your skin.

He increases the speed that he fucks into you, pinning down your hips so you can’t move and all you can do is take it. It’s like you can feel him in your abdomen, his cock plunging in you so far. You’d think after a month of fucking practically every day, you’d be used to his size by now. However, that was just not attainable. You don’t think you could ever get used to how big he was, how thick he was.

The force that he drives into you with is unmatched, miles apart from what he’s given you before. It’s like he wants to burn the shape of himself inside you, so you never forget that he’s the one making you feel like this. Nobody but Hyunjae can fuck you this well.

He moves you further up the bed, flattening his feet on the mattress and laying down so he can press deeper, a new angle that has your vision going blank. You don’t think twice about the volume of your cries, letting him know how good he’s giving it to you. You’re encouraging him, wanting him to get cockier so he can keep fucking you into oblivion. Your fingers grasp at the sheets beside his head for support.

Hyunjae’s nails impress crescent shapes into your waist, his mouth returning to your tits so he can leave his own marks all over your chest. It’s when your clit rubs against his lower stomach again that you let go, your orgasm crashing into like a train. It winds you, ripping your breath from your throat and stealing your oxygen. He’s close behind, the feeling of your walls clenching around him in rapid intervals triggering his own.

He fills you up nicely, both of you releasing guttural groans at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. You’re too exhausted to get up, collapsing on top of him. He doesn’t mind, more than happy to stay buried inside of you even if you didn’t do anything.

“So…” You start after a bit of silence, drawing unrecognizable shapes on his chest. “You’ve wanted me for so long, huh?”

“Shut up,” he laughs, eyes closed while he recuperates from using all of his energy on you. “This is still new for me.”

“I know, Mr. Emotionally Constipated And I Don’t Date ‘Cause I’m Going To Be A Big Fancy Hotshot Lawyer,” you tease, pecking his lips and then his nose. “I must be extremely special to be the one who changed your mind.”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that right?” He shakes his head, brushing some of your hair from your face. You smile down at him with an unfamiliar fondness in your eyes.

“Why else do you think we’ve gotten this far?”

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midnightfantasiez · 6 months

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A Gift For You | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: your boyfriend Sangyeon has always treated you so well since you both began your relationship six months prior. it was about time that you returned him the favour by giving him a gift that he would never forget.

PAIRING: inexperienced sub! Sangyeon x dom f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, blowjob, fondling with male genitals, squirting, cum tasting, oral & fingering (m!receiving), anal fingering (m!receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex, hickeys (m!receiving)

WORD COUNT: 1,520

A/N: it's the loml birthday today, hence here is my contribution/gift to him 😚❤️ i wrote this in a rush (bcs i ran out of time & used up all my brain juices for his other birthday fic i wrote on my main blog 😭) so i apologise if this isn't the best 🤧 shoutout to my love @daisyvisions for constantly fuelling my Sangyeon brainrot and giving me ✨ideas✨🥴

You have been with your boyfriend for the past six months, and he has done nothing but constantly put a smile on your face daily.

He was the heartthrob of the campus, and you could see why. He was at the top of his grades, part of multiple clubs and even led in many of them, and he would always be there to give a helping hand to all students and lecturers alike.

It was a shocker when he took a liking towards you, for you would’ve considered yourself one of the girls who would venture out every night to go for a drink, and you weren’t exactly good at studying either. But there was something that the both of you had in common—music.

It has been on your wishlist for the longest time, and you have always promised yourself that you would get back to your love for music once you got into university, especially when you had no music club back in the high school you were enrolled in.

You specialised in the vocals and played a few musical instruments as well. It was when you were selected to be part of the main vocalists' lineup for a show that the club was hosting for the summer, and it just so happened that you were paired with Sangyeon. From the very beginning, he had taken the initiative to break the ice and make you feel comfortable. Both of your vocals paired well with one another, and eventually, the little friendship you’ve both had slowly blossomed into something more.

Today marked the sixth month that you both have been a couple, and you wanted to give something back to your boyfriend after all that he has done for you.

And it would be something that he was nowhere near prepared for.

“Sangyeon-ie?”

“Hmm?” He hummed as he continued stroking your hair gently while you leaned onto his shoulder, watching the Netflix show that was projected on the television screen.

“Should we… you know. Do something else?”

He chuckled. “Why? Is the show not doing much for you?”

“Is it bad if I said no?”

“Not at all, babe. What do you want to do then?”

“Well, you have always given me so much and treated me like a princess. Don’t you think my prince charming deserves some love from his princess too?”

That got his full attention as he turned his face to look straight in your direction. “Wow. What am I getting, then? A present?”

“Something much better than a present.”

Slowly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. It was soft yet warm, and you always craved for his lips—every single time, you would feel as if you had ascended to heaven, even though you’d kissed him for the nth time by now.

Sangyeon accepted your touch and adjusted himself so that he could tilt his head for you to gain more access to his lips. You slowly moved your hands from his chest to his neck to cup his face. Slowly caressing his face, you inserted your tongue into his mouth, and naturally, he did the same while moving his hands to rest against your waist.

Now that you have gotten him occupied, you slowly moved your other free hand down to his pants, gently rubbing his member. Sangyeon gasped at the contact, for you have never done such a thing before. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his neck, only to pull him back to you.

“Baby, you trust me, don’t you?”

You reconnected your lips with him, and this time you would snake your hands into his pants, rubbing the tip of his member. You could feel his member tense with your cold touch, and this only excited you more. You pulled your hands back out only to drag his pants and underwear down, pulling out his cock and exposing it. You then moved down and knelt on the ground before positioning yourself right in between his thighs. You were gently rubbing the tip before taking it fully into your mouth.

“O-oh my god… Y/N… w-what are you doing…” It was clear that your boyfriend was having a battle of his own, trying to make sense of reality while he tried to calm himself down.

You were constantly sucking his cock, before you stopped for a moment to respond to him.

“This my love, is called a blowjob.”

You reconnected his member into your mouth as you began fondling with his balls, giving them a little squeeze which earned you a groan from your boyfriend. Sangyeon tilted his head back onto the couch, both hands gripping the sofa as he tried his best to calm his fast breathing down.

It was then he was about to reach his high, he naturally began convulsing and pushing his cock deeper within your throat, squirting all of his cum all over your mouth. The look of horror was plastered all across his face as he began propping himself up and apologised to you profusely.

“Oh my god! Y/N! What have I done, I’m so sorry—”

Just then, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping off the excess dripping from the corners of your mouth before you leaned in to reconnect your lips with his.

“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

Almost immediately, you quickly removed his top and threw them off. This time, you moved your hands back down and stopped right at the entrance of his asshole. You slowly pushed a finger in, and Sangyeon yelped at that move. You gave him a few seconds to adjust before you started fingering him while moving down to suck his nipples.

“F-fuck… Y/N… Y/N… aaaahh…”

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“I-I…”

“Yes, baby?”

“W-want more… inside…”

With that, you inserted another finger up into his anus, fingering him gently as you kept your gaze towards his beautiful face.

It was new to see your boyfriend like this, and you were beyond proud of yourself for taking this route to please him. It was how innocent he was and his constant sweet moans of your name the entire time. You wanted to pleasure him more.

As your lips slowly moved down to lick his abs (god, were they hard as fuck), you started moving yourself to sit right on top of his thighs, removing your top as well and pulling your underwear to the side before you aligned his tip to your entrance and slowly moved down as his huge cock slowly inserted into you.

Sangyeon started to whimper from that alone, and you took a few seconds to adjust before you began to bounce on him. He closed his eyes throughout the whole session, and his constant moans echoed throughout the room. Sangyone bit his lower lip, and he hissed when you started to pick up your pace, grinding on him ever faster.

“Aahh—Y/n—”

You quickly grabbed both of his hands and placed them onto your breasts, guiding them so that he would give you a gentle squeeze before he shot up from the couch to connect his lips towards your nipples, circling them and eventually sucking them.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” You constantly praised him in between your moans, and it was now that your boyfriend was fully cast under your spell, not rejecting or being unsure of your touch anymore. You could tell how he had been wanting more as he began to thrust up into you, so you weren’t the only one doing the job now.

Sangyeon began to feel that he was coming soon, but he wasn’t sure if it would be alright for him to release his cum all over again. For one, he was inside you now. Second of all, he thinks that it is a little unfair that he is going to come twice when you haven’t even had your first orgasm. There was a slight hesitation in his voice before he eventually mustered up the courage to ask you.

“Y/N… babe… I-I don’t think I am going to last…”

“That’s fine, baby. Just do it.”

“W-where can I—”

It was then his cock finally hit the spot within you that got you crying out, and you finally felt the knot in your stomach, indicating that you were about to come anytime soon as well. You gripped onto his hair before screaming out loud.

“Inside! Sangyeon! Finish inside of me!!”

Within seconds, both of you came at the same time, and both of your juices were now dripping down the couch. As you came down from your high, you immediately began placing kisses all over his body, sucking it a little bit harder near the crook of his neck with the thoughts of leaving behind a hickey.

As you got off and he placed his fingers over where you just left a mark, you smirked before whispering in his ears.

“This is proof that we have finally done the deed, and there will be so much more to come, baby.”

A/N: i need people to know that sub!Sangyeon can also be hot 🥴

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Finest Creation

Wordcount; 1,780

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Eric & Reader X Kim Younghoon

Characters; Sohn Eric, Kim Younghoon, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Kim Sunwoo, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin & Ju Haknyeon

Warning; angst, smut, mention but not descriptive Sex, Degrading terms, Murder, Blood, Blood Sucking, Fire and Graves.

Notes; chapter 10/14 of Part Three

Earlier Chapter & Parts found here.

You ran from them all, it was too much, they was a constant memory of Y/N and you needed to run as far away as you could. You knew what Younghoon said was true, Y/N had wasted her sacrifice on you. You was worthless, sobs threatened to break you, but you let it chase you as you ran. Sheltering in the day light and running during night had become thirsty work. You couldn’t find any vampire who even knew what blood capsules was, let alone had any. Your throat burned, flashbacks of your death flooded you, the pain in your stomach piercing, that you was sure you was dying. You realised you needed to drink blood to survive. You knew you would kill them so you looked around for someone that deserved death.

It didn’t take long before you found what you looked for, some heavy tattoo lass, plunging her fag into the body of a younger male. Her body laughing at his whimpers. “What’s up? do you want me to do it again you weak and Feeble man?” she mocked as she took a knife and plunged it into his chest, laughing as he struggled for breath. You rushed towards her in anger at her evilness and sunk your teeth into her throat, the blend of liquorice hitting you. You began to go Feral, you had been on capsules for so long.

The buzz from the high wasted no time crashing in to you, your head going fuzzy and everything looking white. You dropped her and fell to the floor on top of her thrashing from your fix.

When you woke you was In a darkened hut, your body smelling burnt. You glanced at your clothes, they had melted, sticking to your skin, you could smell you had burned. “No thank you?” you heard a chuckle from the side of the small dark room. “Who’s there?” you whispered. When the Flick of her lighter pressed revealing herself, it was the Girl you had suckled on, you could see she was a vampire. You placed your hand on your head feeling dazed and confused, you fed from her, how was she here? and looking healthy despite being just a few hours old? She hadn’t suckled any blood from you so how had she been turned? “Though maybe I should be thanking you,” she scoffed, “daddy,” she teased winking as she straddled you. You gulped under her as she leaned her body down on yours, your member being traitorous.

“Mmmmm Daddy’s excited, see who’s he awoke,” she said taking your hands to touch your growing arousal. She held your hand pressing down on your bulge, her mouth hovering near your neck with her fangs. She dragged them down your neck as you felt the blood drip down where her fangs had sliced you. She winked seductively at you as she licked the blood up. “Mmmmmmm you have a sweet taste,” she said as she bit into your neck briefly. “Mmmmmmm you taste fruity like a summer punch,” she said licking her lips. She licked the blood from your dripping neck with her tongue and slowly wiped it along your lips, “taste it yourself daddy,” she said digging her core against you. As if she controlled your body your mouth let her tongue invade.

You woke with her naked body draped over you. she looked wicked even in her sleep and you threw your head to the floor, you let her have sex with you. Your stomach screaming in pain, you felt like you had cheated on Y/N. You found your clothes and emerged to the cool breeze outside, taking comfort from the fresh air.

It wasn’t long before she was there in-front of you, still naked as you glanced around to see if their was any one about. “Hey your naked,” you scoffed pushing her back to the hut you had sheltered from the sunlight in. “And?” she giggled like some sort of school girl. “And people will see you,” you said pushing her into the shed once more. “Ok daddy,” she pouted seductively as she reluctantly remained in the darkened hut. “Will you stop calling me that,” you scoffed leaning against the door. She emerged minutes later fully dressed, “well you created me,” she said pressing her finger to your mouth and pressed it to her neck. You rolled your eyes soon realising you was left with a trouble maker newborn vampire that somehow you managed to create.

After all the girls you could have turned, it had to be someone like her, a murderous crazy person.

“What’s your name anyway?” you asked, “it’s Kwan, but you can call me your slutty princess,” she winked. “Really?” you scoffed rolling your eyes, “I won’t be calling you that,” you added.

Taming her was hard work, while you somehow created loads of vampires unintentionally as if they didn’t need your blood for their creation. Kwan took pleasure in her prey, toying with them watching their fear before taking their life. She reminded you a little like Juyeon, earning your fist to ball.

“So who’s this Y/N you cry about in your sleep?” she asked when you woke up from your slumber. Your body froze hearing her say her name. “She’s just someone I know,” you replied putting your clothes back on but she straddled you, “did you love her?” she pouted, “do you still love her?” she asked. “I don’t like being jealous so you need to get her name out of your pretty little mouth,” she said pressing her lips hard to yours.

You made sure to not fall asleep before her, so she couldn’t hear your dreams or cry’s. But she occasionally would mock you, telling you she knew. “Y/N don’t leave me,”, “Y/N I love you,” she would say screwing her face up and taking her anger out on her next victim. Her constant jealousy burning through got to you. when she mocked her when you woke one evening, and in bitterness, because you avoided her advanced told you, “it was good Y/N was dead, or I would had fun slicing her face,” Her words of evil against your Y/N was enough to have you run as soon as she dug her teeth into that evenings meal, Never to be seen again.

But she was here in the flesh, standing with what looked like her own army, you gulped. If one Kwan was bad, hundreds of her on blood control wasn’t a good sign. “Hi daddy,” she said suggestively, your body refusing to move from her eyes. “Missed me,” she said moving closer. “Oh look, looks like daddy got his family back,” she mocked. “Who is she?” Younghoon whispered, her head snapping to him, “Oh me, I’m Eric’s finest creation ain’t,” you cut her off before she finished her sentence, “don’t call me that,” you seethed. “What’s up daddy? not pleased to see his slutty princess?” she pouted.

“What do you want?” Kevin asked breaking her thoughts, “ooooh who this,” she said tilting her head to look at him, before giggling excitedly. “Oh this is brilliant and they don’t even know, but I do, I smell it,” she said as Kevin’s chest fell. “What do you want Kwan,” you spluttered out. “Well I heard you had a army of your own and well you know how I get jealous and that. I’m your special girl so I took them all out but,” she said kneeling to the floor, her eyes shooting to the Grave stones not far from her. “I heard a little whisper in the sky,” she said changing her direction, your throat tightening as she walked towards Y/N and Dalrae’s graves.

“That your planning to bring the powerful Y/N back,” she stroked her fingers along Y/N’s grave stone. “Oh but wait daddy, I got something to show you first,” she opened her palm to flames appearing. “Cool right,” she said, Kevin’s silence unnerving you. “The things I can do,” she said tossing the flames into the air catching and then throwing it, hitting some of your vampires. Their shrills hitting the air as some panicked and ran toward the building. “Oh no, don’t go, we’re having so much fun,” she said twirling her fingers in the air creating a twister and sending in around you, right into those that ran, tossing them into the air, the whimpers and Shrills hitting your ears.

Younghoon’s grips on Hayoon tightened, you stood in front of her to remove her view and offer some sort of protection, Y/N had sent her here, the least you could do was protect her. “Oh, no one else wants to play no?” Kwan said looking fed up. She locked eyes with yours widening them in playful glee, “you left me alone to fend for myself, your very mean,” she whined with a fake innocent tone. “Looks like I have to punish you,” she said winking, “Kwan let’s leave all these alone and go and talk if it’s me,” she cut you off, laughter hitting the air and echoing. “You think I came here for you,” she said leaning over Y/N’s gravestone. “No, I know what your planning,” she said winking her eyes. “And you know what I’d say I do if she was alive,” she growled. “Well here’s my final gift to you,” she giggled and created one final ball of fire, picking it up and slammed it down on top of Y/N’s grave. “Now,” she screamed as her army charged towards you.

You looked to Kevin he seemed frozen to the spot, looking vulnerable. But he grabbed your hand, locking his fingers through yours and threw them to the floor. His head snapping back as words left you, eyes widened, before you could speak, your head snapped back and you followed the process. A shield covering you and the building from your own hands as you and Kevin created magic.

When the shield was up, Younghoon was at the edge of the shield watching Y/N’s grave’s burning, tears streaming down his eyes. Kevin was weakly on the floor, Jacob tending to him. Sunwoo helped you up as you walked towards the shield, Kwan on the other side. “Oh clever, realised it was time to show them who you really are,” she said locking eyes with Kevin. You all looked and gasped at him, “What’s she on about,” you scoffed. “He’s a hybrid like me and like Y/N, the witch line comes from him,” she giggled. You almost fell backwards, “wait what?” you gasp. “Oh it gets better,” she claps her hands in excitement, “Y/Ns my granddaughter,” Kevin spluttered before Kwan could finish her sentence

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capaimagines · 3 years

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lee juyeon - by your side - part one

Pairing: Mafia leader!Lee Juyeon x Reader & The Boyz x Reader | Genre: angst, fluff, mafia, suggestive, smut (will be stated clearly in which part) | Warnings: mafia related themes, weapons, swearing, mentions of abuse, themes of depression, slight panic attack, hypervigilance | WC: 3.1k

|| prologue || part one || part two || part three || part four || epilogue ||

“What the fuck is going on here?” The males voice rang out. Low but deadly. It caused you to shiver in Seojoon’s hold.

Seojoon’s fist froze in mid air and you frantically looked over with tear-stained cheeks to the twelve men standing in front of you. Seojoon cleared his throat, sending you a look that made you bite down on your tongue. The boy stood at the front, his hand on his hip and you gulped when you saw a glint of metal. What exactly did Seojoon get up to behind your back?

“Lee Juyeon. Didn’t expect you so soon,” Seojoon said with a smile but Juyeon was still glaring daggers at him. Seojoon wasn’t the best person in the underground world. He had a temper that he couldn’t control, but he was reliable when needed. Juyeon had come here to talk to him about a deal they were making in a few weeks and wanted to have him and his men as backup.

While they both worked for their own respective gangs, there were still certain rules or etiquette they took, and beating on females was definitely one of them. That was a huge no-no in their world, regardless of how shitty a person was. It was taboo enough for you to be killed over it, “I asked a question,” Juyeon said coldly.

Despite Juyeon being younger than Seojoon, there was a hierarchy in this business. Juyeon was pretty high on the totem pole but Seojoon was at the dirt bottom. Juyeon only nodded his head towards you and two boys came for you. You flinched and moved away, but they held their hands up in surrender and stopped walking, “We should talk somewhere more private. Now,” Juyeon said coldly and Seojoon gulped and nodded, following Juyeon and the rest of the boys out.

“Hey, we’re not going to hurt you,” One of the boys said in a calm voice. You couldn’t help but stare at the gun holstered on his hip. Not going to hurt you? Yeah, right. You don’t just carry a gun around without wanting to hurt someone, “My name is Sangyeon,” He said again, moving his jacket to cover the gun, “This is Sunwoo. We just want to help you, get you out of here. You don’t have to trust us, but we’re your only option right now.”

“At least let us get you out of the house, okay? Then you can decide what to do from there,” The other--presumably Sunwoo--spoke.

He was right, they were your only option. You slowly nodded your head to which Sangyeon sent you a smile, “Can you stand?” You hesitantly tried to stand on your feet, but you came crashing down. Everything hurt and you were still terrified out of your mind.

“Woah, okay, I got you,” Sangyeon said, grabbing you before you smacked back onto the ground again to steady you.

“Thank you,” You murmured, breathing a bit hard. You were certain that a rib or two were broken.

“Sunwoo is going to come help you on the other side,” He said and you looked up at the other boy who hadn’t spoken a word. His eyes were dark and his face was wiped of any emotion. It scared you a little and you tensed up, “He won’t hurt you, it’s a rule for people like us,” You were surprised by that because it definitely wasn’t a rule for Seojoon.

Reluctantly, you let the two boys help you out of the small room and outside, “Do you want to go to the hospital?” Sangyeon questioned and you shook your head.

“N-no. I-I’m supposed to go home. I-I’ll just catch a cab to thes-station,” You stuttered out, releasing the two boys and moving as far away as your legs would carry you before you fell to your knees again. The adrenaline was wearing off and you were feeling a lot more pain than a few seconds ago. You just wanted to get out of there and never look back.

“Hey,” that was a new voice. You looked up to see the boy from earlier. His black hair covering his forehead and his dark brown, nearly black orbs filled with worry as he looked into your eyes. His voice sounded so much different than a few minutes ago. It was deadly and cold and right now it was warm and concerning. It actually made your heart twinge a little that someone—even a stranger—was worried about you, “Why don’t you let us have our doc check you out? I promise you’re free to go after that. But I’d feel much better if you got checked out.”

You weren’t sure what in your mind told you to agree with a stranger who had his own personal doctor and go with him, but you did. Besides, none of them had hurt you. They had helped you and got you out of there. You could lend the little trust you had left to them. It was silent on the ride to wherever you were going, you were surrounded by twelve boys and felt extremely uncomfortable. They were all glancing at you but not saying anything.

“What’s your name?” One of them asked and you jumped a little at the break in awkward silence.

“Y-Y/N,” You stuttered out. The boy who asked you gave you a warm smile.

“I’m Younghoon,” You nodded, not really sure what else to say.

“We can save introductions for later, we’re here and we need doc to see her,” Juyeon ordered and you realized that the car had stopped.

Your eyes widened at the large house in front of you, “Welcome to our home,” Juyeon said quietly, walking next to you. The lavish home was way more than you could ever afford and the outside was even as nice as the inside.

“Doc!” Juyeon barked and a younger man appeared at the top of the spiral staircase, “I need you to check her out please,” You looked terrified to be going upstairs with some stranger, “I’ll go with you, don’t’ worry,” Juyeon said quietly, giving your hand a little squeeze. You let out a shaky breath and let him help you up the stairs and into a white room.

You were surprised at the equipment littered around. There was an examination bed, an IV cart, it was set up almost like a mini hospital and to top it off, it even smelled like one, “Hop on up,” The man said, patting the bed and Juyeon helped you up, “I’m Haknyeon by the way,” He said as he watched you scrunch your face up in discomfort as you laid down. Haknyeon examined you quickly, frowning at the amount of bruises littered on you.

“You’re okay,” He said calmly, with a toothy smile, “A few bruised ribs and your wrist is sprained. I’ll wrap it up and give you some pain meds,” You nodded in thanks but honestly, you were slightly confused. Why hadn’t he asked how you had ended up in this state? You brought yourself to ask and he only chuckled at you.

“Dear, when you’ve been working in this line of work for as long as I have, the less you know, the better,” There it was, that confused you even more.

“Look, I know it’s a little late and the circumstances are less than ideal, but we have a guest room down the corridor. You’re more than welcome to stay for the night and to make you feel more at ease, it locks from the inside,” Juyeon explained as he made eye contact with you.

At first, you would have denied his offer, but right now you were exhausted and in pain, you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and rest, “That sounds nice, but can I shower first?” You asked nervously.

“Nope,” Juyeon said, popping the ‘p’ and you looked at him with wide eyes in slight fear.

Juyeon couldn’t help but laugh but immediately felt bad for sending you into a panic. He thought and hoped that a little teasing might have helped calm you down a little, “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing. There’s a bathroom joint to the guest room. You’re more than welcome to use it,” You smiled softly as you breathed in relief and thanked him quietly once he showed you the room. You immediately went to the bathroom and locked the door, leaning over the sink and closing your eyes tightly.

Your body was in pain and you grimaced as you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your cheek was bruised and one of your eyes was severely swollen. There was a cut on your lip and your hair was disheveled. You looked and felt like a hot mess and you weren’t sure what your next steps were but you decided to take it one at a time. Right now, you were going to shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow, you’d ask them to take you to the train and try to exchange your ticket for a new one in the hopes of going back home to your mom.

After a hot shower, you felt a little better, physically at least. The hot water had helped soothe some of your aches and pains and the painkiller from Haknyeon earlier was working it’s magic. You slipped on your clothes, coming out of the bathroom and halting your steps as a scream escaped your lips upon seeing someone standing by the bed, “It’s just me! I’m sorry!” Juyeon ran up to you, wanting to reach out but decided against it, “Hey, it’s just me, Y/N,” He said quietly, bending down so he was eye level with you.

“S-sorry. I didn’t k-know you were in h-here,” You stuttered, getting your breathing back to normal.

Juyeon smiled calmly at you, “I’m sorry, I should have told you or knocked at least. I just brought you some clothes as I figured you wouldn’t want to stay in the dirty ones. We just—ah—no other girls live here so we don’t have proper undergarments and female clothes but our clothes should do I hope,” He looked away awkwardly and for the first time all night, you cracked a small smile. Juyeon felt his heart rate speed up just a little bit. After everything you had gone through tonight, he was astonished you could still smile and look so beautiful whilst doing it.

“Thank you. Just let me go change real quick,” You took the clothes from the bed and went back to the bathroom. The sweatshirt was way too big for your smaller frame, but it was comfortable at least and the basketball shorts would definitely slip off if you jumped up and down, but they were enough for you to sleep.

“I’m still here! Just so you know,” Juyeon called out and you smiled again. At least he told you this time and made his presence clear.

Stepping back out, you thanked him again before sitting on the bed and letting out a sigh. Juyeon stood awkwardly in the room, rocking on his feet before he cleared his throat, “You might have some questions,” He said and you nodded. You did, but you weren’t quite sure if it was your right to ask them, “I’m more than happy to answer them. If you want that is,” You stared at him for a few moments and then nodded again, gesturing for him to sit down next to you. He did so, although he took a seat on the ground beside the bed, not wanting to make you panic by getting too close in your personal space.

“What’s your name?” You asked and he laughed a little.

“I guess that’s a good start, I should have been clearer at the beginning. I’m Juyeon,” You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip.

“C-can I ask how you know my boyfriend? Well, ex-boyfriend,” Juyeon’s eyes darkened slightly and he sighed.

“How much do you know about Seojoon?” You thought about it for a minute. You truly didn’t know much about him if you were being honest. He didn’t talk about himself much, always wanting to know more about you or turning your questions about him around so they were about you.

“Nothing, now that I think about it. I’ve dated him for two years, so now saying that out loud sounds so stupid and makes me feel stupid,” You were chastising yourself now. You should have seen the signs earlier.

Juyeon frowned slightly and moved a little closer towards you, “You’re not stupid,” He said simply and you only gave him a sad smile, “I know him because of our jobs. Although, it’s not the most conventional career.”

He was being vague and that made you a little annoyed, “I’m sorry to sound bitchy, but I’ve been in the dark about a lot of things the past few years of my life and I’d rather you’d just be honest with me now,” Juyeon thought about it, not sure if the information was something you could handle at the moment, but just thinking about what you’ve probably gone through the past few years and could still bring yourself to smile was enough to tell him you were a lot stronger than you looked.

“Gangs. Mafia. Whatever you want to call it. Underground world of business,” Your eyes widened and you felt yourself start to tremble. Just what the actual fuck had you gotten yourself into? Were you going to be a target now? Just how many people did Seojoon have that could find you? Or your parents? Not even that, you were currently about to sleep in the home of one of the gangs. Maybe you just had a death wish.

Juyeon stood up and raised both of his hands in surrender, “Don’t worry, you’re safe here,” You narrowed your eyes. How safe were you really? He seemed to pick up on your panic and apprehension and sighed, “I’m sorry you didn’t know, really. But I promise you that you are safe here. We may work in the underworld, but we have rules and things to follow too, and, well, common sense. The biggest one being we don’t lay a finger on a female unless they do it first. Something tells me you didn’t touch him first though.”

You frowned, not saying anything. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to believe him, you really did, mainly because it would give you a piece of mind to get some type of sleep tonight. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully believe him. If that truly was something they held standards too, Seojoon had proven that all wrong.

“Can I ask how you met him?” Juyeon asked quietly and you sighed. What more did you have to lose by telling him? They were probably going to kill you in your sleep tonight anyways. At least there’d be something for them to tell your parents.

You told him about how you had first met. About the sweet words he had used to charm you, the early fights and how they would turn nasty quickly but that he didn’t actually start physically hurting you every day until you caught him cheating that night. How he had eyes on you all the time, how you were basically a prisoner in your own life. Not able to go anywhere or do anything without someone reporting back to Seojoon about it. That you had finally had enough which resulted in you withdrawing from college and brought a train ticket home just to get away and start over again.

Of course, you told him, you weren’t aware that he was working in this business. Or about the late nights and the wounds he’d come home with but that you were too afraid to be able to bring yourself to ask him what was going on the night before that. That brought you to the end of your story and you were surprised that you weren’t crying at this point. You figured you were just way too much in shock and disbelief still to have tears. You just told Juyeon how you had gone to pick up your things and told him you were leaving. How angry he got and that you truly thought he was going to kill you right then and there. How you wished that he would have killed you right then and there.

Then, he showed up and now you were here, seated in the guestroom of Juyeon’s place.

Juyeon stayed silent the whole time. You knew he was pissed, you could tell by the way he was clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth, his eyes also had grown a shade darker, “You should get some rest, Y/N,” Was all he said after a few minutes of sitting in silence, “The door locks from the inside. I’m the only one with a key for it so you won’t have to worry,” With that, he walked straight out and you slowly followed as you made your way to lock the door.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. You had millions of things running through your mind that you couldn’t simply shut out. You tossed and turned all night and jumped at every single noise you heard. Every creak in the floorboard, the house settling. The wind blowing the branches against the window.

The window. You quickly sprung up, rushing towards the window and pulling the curtains closed. You were shrouded in darkness now. No light of the moon casting eerie shadows across the walls and floors. You sunk to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. How could you get out of this mess? Would you be able to leave? Sneaking around the large house was out of the question. Common sense told you that they’d be on high alert for odd noises or someone opening doors.

The window was too high up for you to jump. You gripped your head, feeling your migraine coming back. All you wanted to do was go home, see your parents, start over. Forget about everything that had happened. But how much danger would you put your parents in if you went home now? Surely, Seojoon knew where to find you.

You weakly limped your way back to the bed, grunting and hissing in pain. You curled yourself against the farthest corner from the bed, eyes trained on the door. Juyeon and his friends may have helped you. That didn’t mean you had any ounce of trust for them.

They were still a gang after all.

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