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itstheoneshot · 1 year

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Summary: You did not expect your study for your project to end up like this.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral, Unprotected Sex.

“Wei?”

You lift your phone to your ear as you answer the call from your friend while you wait outside the school gates for him to meet you. Your project is due on Friday… Today is Wednesday and you haven’t even started.

“Meimei,” Luhan replies, your eyes rolling as he refers to you as younger than him, god, it’s only 6 months difference, “I’m driving up now, I’ll be there in a second.”

The call cuts out as he hangs up, and as he said, not a moment later you hear his music blaring as he pulls up in front of you in his little sports car. He modded it himself, it is all he ever talks about, how he got it so cheap with the money that he saved up from his part time job and slowly added part after part to make it what it is now.

It is cool, you won’t lie, and you do love it when he drives you around, even if it is just for him to show off. He leans over to open the door for you from the inside and you quickly get in, settling back into the seat just before he takes off.

You look over at him, admiring his jawline, his perfect profile, and you try your hardest to ignore the butterflies that you get every time that you two are alone.

You are just friends, he would never like you that way, of that you are sure. No, you don’t have any evidence to prove your denial, but you know that half the girls at school have a crush on him so you don’t stand a chance.

You are too slow to look away when Luhan pulls up at his house, and he smirks at you playfully as he catches you staring.

“You like what you see?” He asks, “What’s on your mind, xiao mei?”

You pout at the name again, cheeks burning red as you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily before turning to open the door and get out of the car.

“Nothing, Lu ge,” You reply, instinctually responding with the elder name, and feeling your blush deepen as you realise it, “We have a project to do.”

Luhan laughs as he gets out too, following closely behind you until you reach his front door. He opens it and gestures for you to go in before him, and you think to yourself that he is not going to push you to reply.

“Ya,” He interrupts your train of thought, grabbing you by the wrist to suddenly pin you up against the door that he just shut, “You didn’t answer me properly.”

Your eyes are wide, staring at his face mere inches from yours. You have never been this close before, and you are certain that he can hear your heartbeat as it races in your chest.

“Lu,” You mumble, “I… I, umm…”

You can feel his breath on your lips but he moves back only a second later. You try to collect yourself, to formulate some kind of excuse as to why you were staring at him with the most obvious case of heart-eyes he has probably ever seen.

“I like you,” He admits, “As in, I really, really like you.”

Your eyes widen so much that you swear they could fall out of your head, in complete and utter shock trying to process what he just confessed to you.

“Since the day we met,” Luhan continues, “It has always been you.”

You replay your entire friendship in your head, and go back to the first day of senior school, when you were assigned to sit next to him, and you remember the sparks that you shared, but nothing ever went further. You remember doubting yourself, feeling crazy for liking him this way, being certain that nothing would come from admitting your feelings, and that you would forever have a Luhan-sized hole in your heart without him as anything more than a friend.

“I really, really like you too,” You reply breathlessly, “I like you so much.”

He responds not with words, but a hard forced kiss, one that has your knees buckling as you melt into the embrace. Your hands move to his hair to keep him from moving away, but the way that his body is pressed against you, tells you he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Why me?” You ask as Luhan grabs you under the thighs, pulling you up off the floor.

You cross your ankles behind his back to steady yourself as he holds you up against the wall, his breathing getting heavier as his kisses deepen.

“You’re cute, funny,” He says between kisses, “You’re so fucking hot, and you don’t even know it.”

You roll your eyes at him, but before you can protest he kisses you again to shut you up. He rocks his body into yours, a clear indication of what he is thinking about doing with you, the same things that you are wanting too.

“I think you’re pretty damn fine yourself, Lu,” You reply, wrapping your ankles a little tighter to try and relieve some of the pressure building in your core, “Finest man I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.”

The praise turns him on, as he suddenly moves away from the wall and begins to carry you down the hallway, in what you assume will be the direction of his bedroom. You don’t stop, grinding into him with every step that he makes, feeling him grow hard so quickly.

“I want to make up for lost time,” He murmurs, both forcefully and carefully placing you down onto his bed, his hands roaming as he follows you down, “Would you like that?”

Your eyes roll back, the thought alone has you reeling, and Luhan chuckles at your response, moving quickly to tug at your shirt and pull it up over your head, urging you to do the same.

“Please, Lu ge,” You respond, feeling him tense up as you drop the honorific, suddenly realising why he likes to call you little so often, “I need it, don’t go easy on me.”

He lets out a low growl as you trail your fingers down his bare chest, and you lift your hips to allow him to pull your skirt down, leaving you in only your bra and panties. Your kisses are messy, desperate, a perfect representation of how badly both of you want this, uncaring of anything else but the need to have each other as close as possible.

His hand is at your core before you realise, his middle and index finger toy at your entrance for only a moment before he breaches you, already dripping wet in anticipation, you take him in with ease. You whimper at the initial stretch, but you reflexively follow his movements with your hips as you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him kissing you, lavishing in the attention that you are getting from him.

“Baby girl,” Luhan purrs, his fingers curling at the right angle to have you whining, “I want you so fucking bad.”

You are a mess under him, desperately doing anything that you can to keep him close, your back arched prettily as with each stroke of his fingers you adjust and ache for more. You feel how hard he is, growing every second that he grinds into you, trying his utmost to hold back, when all he wants to do is take you fully.

You want it too, more than you can fathom, and in an attempt to show him, you wrap your legs tight around his thighs and use all your strength to hold him to you. You know that you must look so pathetic, but at this point you don’t care. His fingers are too good, and you are sure that his cock will be even better. You have tears in your eyes from the pleasure, his fingers alone have you close to breaking, and he knows it.

“Cum for me, baby,” He urges you, “I want to fuck you, but I want you to cum for me first.”

You cry out in desperation, though the force of your emotions pushes you hard enough to come crumbling down, your orgasm ripping through you with a euphoria that you can’t explain. Luhan groans as you fall apart for him, and you are so deep in your own pleasure that you barely feel him remove his fingers, but you do feel the initial burning stretch as he thrusts his cock into you in replacement.

“Fuck,” You whine, “You feel so good, so big, Lu ge.”

Truly lost for words, the feeling is indescribable, your body aches as you take him in, each thrust harder and more moving than the last. Years of desperate unspoken pining finally ended with a fuck that you are not likely to forget. You are his now, in body and soul, addicted to his cock as much if not more so than you are to every other part of him both inside and out.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, rocking his hips into you as you spread your legs further, allowing him deeper than before, “I can’t get enough of you, but I don’t know how long I can hold back.”

You are ready for it, wanting nothing more than for him to feel the same pleasure that you had, wanting his release as much as your own, and your second orgasm is nearing, if you think hard enough about it then you are sure that you can sync up.

“Please, Lu,” You beg, “Cum inside me, I want it so bad.”

Your high pitched, whiny pleads are enough to tip him over, his thrusts erratic as he fills you with ease, the feeling one that you again can’t describe, but one that you could definitely get used to. Your own orgasm following suit barely moments into his, your bodies moving as one as the both of you are lost in one another.

“Holy shit,” Luhan gasps, leaning on his hand next to your head as he slows to a stop, reluctantly pulling out of you, “That was so fucking good.”

You attempt to catch your breath, chest heaving as you try to calm down, words as lost as you are in his eyes.

“So good,” You manage to stutter out, “And I’ll need it again… you again… I want more.”

Luhan chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, softer this time, no longer charged with desperation but in a satiated, romantic gesture.

“There’s plenty more for you, xiao mei,” He replies, “I’m yours, if you’ll be mine.”

#Luhan #luhan fanfic #luhan smut #exo Luhan #exo Luhan fanfic #exo Luhan smut #cpop #cpop fanfic #cpop smut #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #fic request

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alexiososp · 1 year

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RUTH Theme: LOVE 2/3

(Theme: Love - magnetic love) PART TWO

Expanding just a little bit more on their magnetic love, honestly i feel like i could go awnnn but im tired tbh LMAO ok just last few points.

Whenever Mino mentions a hint of Kyungsoo, Jongin’s heart jumps and he gets agitated…? In a funnily good way?! He gets agitated firstly because he doesn't want Mino to know about their interest towards one another. Interest here does not mean romantically yet, but rather why, again, there is such a strange and strong pulling of the two together. Prior to Chapter X (Chapter IX), Jongin revealed to Kyungsoo that he and Sora went to visit his mother. So in Chapter X when Mino revealed that it was Kyungsoo who had booked Kai, Jongin’s head went into overdrive.

There were so many questions going through Jongin's head, he could barely keep up with the other's words… And, above all, Jongin didn't understand why Kyungsoo had booked him for the night. After everything that was said and done, he figured Kyungsoo wouldn't want to see him ever again. His agitation increases to grow because Jongin feels burdened from the things he knows about his mother as seen in the extract above, and because of how things ended the previous day, he dreads the oncoming meeting.

After the chapter above, we get to the chapter below.

There is just something about these two characters that make them so enchanted by each other. Chapter XI was a tad bit painful to read. We see how the scene starts with Kyungsoo asking about his mother, showing Kyungsoo’s vulnerability. With that, the two get emotionally intimate. This part made me tear up and sigh in relief because of how Kyungsoo opens his heart to Jongin, opens up his life with his family and bares his heart out to the prostitute. Readers can tell that Kyungsoo is making an effort not to ruin whatever they have and savor whatever they can.

The middle of the chapter, we see kaisoo getting a bit more adventurous in exploring one another… then boom, Song Jiwoo cockblocks them… boo!!! During Jongin’s escape out of Kyungsoo’s apartment, it gives me mixed feelings. Several waves of discomfort, and even anger towards Kyungsoo and Jiwoo. And at the same time waves of sadness when looking at Jongin. The way we can feel and hear Jongin’s heart breaking, and him needing to convince himself that Kyungsoo wasn't his, and could never be. Deep down, Kai knew, from the beginning, that opening his heart to someone like him, even just a little bit, could never lead to anything good. Luhan had tried to warn him too. Now, once more, he had proof of it.

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yourdreamsyourwish-2 · 1 year

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So, I used to do weekly updates to let everyone know where I’m at, and since I also like polls I decided to do weekly polls/updates on what I’m working on.

I'm hoping to make it every Monday night for it to come out on Tuesday Mornings!

Requests status: OPEN For both Reactions & Scenarios

Things Coming this Week:

As of right now, Nothing is set in the Queue. I am still working on things. I haven't had the time to write anything but I hopefully will get back into the swing of things ASAP.

Working On:

Reactions: Working on Reactions 13-25. In the Meantime you can find the Masterlist here.

Scenarios: I have 18 (2 for each member) in the planning phases as of this moment. In the meantime you can find the Masterlist Here. [These will usually be either One Shots or 1-3 parts]

Universes: My Multiple Chapter Stories. The Main reason I came back to writing EXO Fanfic. These will not be Member x Reader. For these I either write in 3rd Person with OC characters or First Person. Also all the Member OC pairs will stay the same through out each series.

Currently Working on...

Rewriting an old Minseok Werewolf -> Basic Plot is done. Maybe between 5-15 Parts, won't be higher than 25.

On: Chapter One

Phase: First Draft

Exodus College -> Based on Romance Trope; each Member gets one. [Each member will have 10-15 chapters each plus an epilogue]

On: Series Planning

Phase: Planning

Exceptional Love Series -> Sci-fi fantasy based on EXO Lore; This is 9 different stories that build to a second phase of the story that I am planning on being 25-50 Chapters Minimally [This is also a rewriting a pervious work I had done before as well; All members will have 5 Chapters each. All basic plot outlines for phase I are done.]

First Story will be Light [Baekhyun - 5 Chapters]

On: Chapter 1

Phase: Editing

Fae Inspired -> (I made a World map...) This will be similar to Exceptional Love with each member getting their own story but unsure if I will do a Part II, with a bigger story. [if I do, it' won't be that big]

Phase: Planning [had to finish the map first ]

Other works from my old account I'm thinking of rewriting and working out: Greek God Series & EXODUS City (A Mafia theme)

Okay that's a lot of information, but I do want to hear back from you guys! Which Universe are you the most excited about!

Also for those who don't know, I do not include Tao, Luhan & Kris in any of my writings of one shots/reactions. If I do, it's in the past tense, and I usually have them die in the prologue or before the stories begin in my universes if and only if it makes sense for the plot overall. I have chosen to include only current EXO members. Yixing to me will always be EXO Member, he has made it clear how much the band has meant to him over the years. Even if he eventually leaves, I will probably include him in the future as well. If you don't like that well then...Thank you for stopping by!

#EXO #exo fanfic #EXO Fanfic poll #EXO Reactions #exo scenarios #EXO Unvierses

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kpop-stories-21 · 1 year

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✦✧✧EXO✦✧✧

Key: 🐑 = Fluff 💋 = Smut 💔 = Angst 🩸= Horror

✦✧✧Suho✦✧✧

1. Nature's Deadly Call - Suho x Reader x Tao (On Hold)💋💔🩸

✦✧✧Xiumin✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧D.O.✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Chen✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Lay✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Chanyeol✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Baekhyun✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Kai✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Sehun✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Former Member Luhan✦✧✧

Nothing here yet

✦✧✧Former Member Tao✦✧✧

1. Nature's Deadly Call - Suho x Reader x Tao (On Hold)💋💔🩸

#exo masterlist #horror stories #18-21+

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louscartridge · 3 months

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does anyone know where i can watch season 3 of danger force?? its not on hulu and i dont have the nick app. every website that i find only has up to episode 4??

(also please send me requests 🙏)

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cxsmicmyeon · 3 years

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STARRY’S MASTERLIST!

A NOTE: i write for ot11. however, i do not write for kim jongdae (chen) out of respect for his marriage.

additionally, all works in this masterlist are my own. any stealing or copying is NOT TOLERATED! reblogs are fine, but do not claim my work as your own. thank u! <3

final note, any mature works WILL BE INDICATED BASED AROUND THE KEY BELOW! if you are under the age of 18, please do not read!

for all my smut blurbs: @decantingstxrs (do not interact with this blog if u are under 18)

key ↴ ∞ : blurb (veery short, no dialogue) ✯ : drabble (<1000 words) ❃ : oneshot (>1000 words) ❁ : chaptered/multiple parts ✧ : request ♡ : fluff ☽ : smut [m] ♤ : angst ☮ : au ✻ : dark themes (i.e. character death, violence, panic attack, etc) [m] ☁ : generally mature (implied smut, etc.) ♫ : songfic (fic inspired by song)

studio sex with exo ❁ ☽ 200 follower drabble game ❁ ✧ ♡ ☽ ♤ roommates (zy + jm)❃ ☽ ☮

morning surprises ∞ ♡ surprise! ❃ ♡ ☮ ☁ ride my face ✯ ✧ ☽ ☮ fluff: 12 ✯ ✧ ♡ ☮ snowy wonderland ❃ ♡ ☮

fluff: 1 + 40 ✯ ✧ ♡ ☮

he shouldn’t have let her go ❃ ♤ ☮ ♫ hurt ❃ ✧ ♤ ♡ ☽ ☮ ✻ missin’ you ✯ ✧ ☽ ☮ taking care of him ✯ ✧ ♡ ☁ welcome home ❃ ✧ ☽ ☮ i like you, dummy! ❃ ✧ ♡ ☮ let it out, baby ❃ ☽ ☮ title pending ✯ ☽ ☮ roommates ❃ ☽ ☮ morals and dreams ❃ ☽ ☮ merry listening! ✯ ♡ ☮ training uniform ∞ ☽ for the birthday girl ❃ ☽ ☮ friends help each other out ❃ ☽ ♤ ☮ wine for you ✯ ♡ ☮ hello neighbor ❃ ♡ ☮ mornings with you ✯ ♡

studio nights ✯ ☽ roommates ❃ ☽ ☮ you work too hard ✯ ♡ headrest ∞ ♡

phone sex ✯ ☽ fluff: 31 + 48 & smut: 7 ✯ ✧ ♡ ☽ ☮ 5am excitement ∞ ♡ ☮ paint ‘n sip ❃ ♡ ☮

laughing gas ✯ ♡ nails ∞ ♡ ☮ sewing machine ∞ ♡ ☮ four seasons ✯ ♡ ♤ ☮ tease ❃ ✧ ☽ ☮ unintentional interruptions ∞ ♡ ☮ angst: 9 & fluff: 18 ✯ ✧ ♡ ♤ ☮

new things ❃ ☽ ♤ ♡ ☮ ✻ burned hand ∞ ♡ ☮ smut: 48 & angst: 18 ✯ ✧ ☽ ♤ ☮ talking to the moon ✯ ♤ ☮ ✻

fluff: 9 & smut: 41 + 42 ✯ ✧ ♡ ☽ ☮

mmmh ❃ ✧ ☽ reason ❃ ☽ barista boy ❃ ♡ ☮

happy new year ❃ ♡ ☽ ☮ blankets ∞ ♡ ☮ fluff: 19 + 36 ✯ ✧ ♡ ☮ gold ✯ ♤ ☮ good morning ✯ ♡ ☮

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exoxobsession · 3 years

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Presence

Pairing: Luhan x OC

Word Count: 270

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Drabble, IdolAU!

He would not make it back in time for Christmas. It was always the same. Always the same excuse repeatedly. He had to work hard, give his best for his fans, and you understood that. You always did. And that was the problem. You loved him. Too much. He was here for Christmas for the last two years. That’s what made you hope he would be here again, not only that, but he told you, no, he promised you he would be here.

Sighing, you got up, heading to freshen up before heading back to loneliness. Stripping down, scalding water hitting you, relaxing you. After the quick shower, you put on your Christmas sweater, heading down to bake something for yourself. Mixing the batter, you opted to mix more than for one portion, just in case.

The door opened as you pulled them out of the oven. Hands wrapped around your waist and you knew it was him. Turning around in his arms you hugged him. “You came” you breathed.

“Of course,” he said as he pulled away and placed a tiny kiss on your forehead. “I smell something~” he cooed looking at the oven. “Just cookies” you grinned, the smile not leaving your face since he came.

Settling down on the sofa, he started the movie. You cuddled to his side, just enjoying him being there with you. It was not always you would have time together, just the two of you. Halfway through the movie, Luhan’s head was resting against yours. But you didn’t mind. Just having him here, being in his presence was enough for you.

#luhan #luhan drabble #exowritersnet #luhan scenario #luhan fluff #luhan x reader #luhan fanfiction #luhan fanfic

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marshmallow-phd · 2 years

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A Heart’s Perfect Prey

A/N: Hello! I know this is a story I’ve already posted, but I wanted to rewrite it, make it better and change the member it was written for. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy the new version!

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, murder, supernatural elements

Summary: Murders are happening around you. Unbeknownst to you, the culprit isn’t human. He’s a vampire centuries old with a game to play. And his opponent? Park Chanyeol. A vampire out for revenge. With you as the new pawn on the board, will you be another sacrifice in their long destructive game or will you reignite a heart long cold and dead?

Tao I Chanyeol I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin

Being alone wasn’t so bad. No tearful goodbyes, no hurtful attachments. He was free to come and go as he pleased, no one to hold him back, to force him to stay in one place for too long. Sure, after two hundred years, he had connections all over the world, but they were merely acquaintances, people to help him get when he needed the upper hand.

Like Luhan.

After five decades and twelve cities, it was amusing how that short pretty boy was still working as a public worker, spending most of his days down in a basement under harsh fluorescent lighting that exemplified his pale, undead skin, surrounded by rotting flesh. If humans couldn’t stand the smell, imagine how a vampire felt.

But today was one of those days where Luhan’s position came in handy.

Chanyeol needed information.

A few days ago, he caught the scent of an old adversary - one he’d lost track of decades ago - right here in his own territory. A ruthless vampire who needed to be put down for the good of all. And he’d been leaving quite the trail, if Chanyeol’s hunch was correct. If anyone in the city were to know about a rise in vampire-on-human attacks, Luhan would be the one to contact.

The precinct was busy, loud and overcrowded with people begging not to be locked up. No one paid Chanyeol any attention as he strolled down the hallway like a spector and to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. While waiting for its arrival, the sound of tears under the chaos caught his attention. In the main room behind him, sitting at one of the detectives’ desks with a police standard jacket around your shoulders, you were mostly ignored by the others who walked by.

You weren’t wailing or sobbing hysterically. Your face was blank, void of any emotion as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. Occasionally, you sniffed, creating the soft noise that had caught Chanyeol’s attention in the first place. No one seemed to be paying vulnerable little you any mind. It was mildly depressing.

Shaking his head, Chanyeol turned away when the elevator dinged at its arrival. He entered and hit the button for the basement with perhaps a little too much force.

Luhan was hurriedly scribbling something down on a clipboard when Chanyeol stepped into the stench pit. The undead coroner didn’t look up to acknowledge his old friend even though he certainly heard the heavy steps from the hallway, maybe even from the floor above.

“I’ve actually been expecting you to arrive sooner than this,” Luhan chuckled, finally looking up. He slid the pen under the clip and placed the metal clipboard off to the side.

Chanyeol leaned against an empty slab, his hands in the pockets of his black designer coat. Not that he actually needed one to stave off the cold temperature outside. He simply liked how it looked on his tall frame. “Well, you are practically psychic.”

“No. Just intuitive.” Luhan walked over to the wall that housed the newly arrived corpses and pulled out a drawer as Chanyeol joined him. On the cold slab was a young woman, seemingly in her early to mid-twenties. Pretty except for the thick red slash that tore up her throat. “I haven’t done the autopsy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive. Although, to be honest, I don’t really need to do one.”

Chanyeol frowned thoughtfully. That wasn't a good sign. “Was it him?”

“That would be my guess.” Luhan gently pushed the woman’s raven hair away from her neck, showing off the side where the cut was deepest and brutally applied. “I found two puncture wounds hidden beneath the cut. Obviously vampire. This isn’t an unusual way for vampires to cover their tracks but–” he stopped.

“But what?” Chanyeol urged.

Luhan sighed. “Did you see the girl crying upstairs? Pretty? Sitting at the detective’s desk?” Chanyeol nodded. “This is the second person connected to her that’s died. In this exact way. And both bodies were left around like they were meant to be found. I have a feeling another one will show up soon.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red. The sudden change didn’t scare Luhan like it might have with any human. He’d fully expected this to happen.

“It is him,” Chanyeol growled. “This time, I’ll get him. And I’ll rip his throat out.”

Luhan pushed the drawer back into its holding cell, closing the door on the poor girl. “Do it soon. Before he kills someone else.”

With a hard nod, Chanyeol turned on his heels, stalking back to the elevator to start his hunt.

“I’ll send you the target’s information!” Luhan called out after him. The taller vampire simply threw up his hand in acknowledgment.

Why wasn't the breakdown coming? For the moment of what you had found down in the laundry room of your apartment building to truly come crashing down on you.

But it didn’t come. Tears rolled down your face, but you didn’t really cry. Not the kind that came with loud wails and shouts of it not being true. And that’s all you wanted to do right now. You didn't want to feel this numb, this… dissolved. Like sea foam drifting along a calm surface. Undisturbed and slowly disappearing.

After what seemed like an hour, the detective finally came back with a cup of tea, handing it to you without much ceremony.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The detective nodded. “Now, (y/n), I know it's going to be difficult, but I need you to tell me about Jisoo and what might have happened.”

The last image you had of Jisoon flashed through your mind as you took a sip of the bitter tea and you flinched. Hopefully the detective, if he noticed at all, thought the look was due to the hot liquid. “I don’t really know what happened. Jisoo and I were close. We were around the same age–”

“You’re her neighbor, correct?” he interrupted.

You nodded. “Yes. For the past two years. Every Friday night after work, we’d go down to the laundry room. Hardly anyone else uses it at that time since most people go out to start the weekend. We’d normally talk about life, our jobs, family while waiting on the washer. I was late getting off today so when she didn’t answer her door, I figured she already went down. When I got there, she was… she was–” Your throat constricted at the memory, refusing to let any other words out. You needed to focus on breathing or you would start hyperventilating.

Jisoo, lying on the dirty concrete of the basement laundry room. Bright red blood gathered around her head like a haunting halo from a cathedral window. Her eyes open, staring up at nothing. Body broken like a ragged doll, she was lying on the ground, thrown away without a thought, whoever attacked her not caring about the aftermath. No remorse, no second thought.

You shook the memory from your head. You wanted to get it out, to say it out loud as if that would make it disappear from your brain forever. But you weren't able to voice the images to life.

“That’s okay,” the detective said soothingly, rubbing your arm as a means of attempted comfort. “Did Jisoo have any enemies that you know about? Anyone who didn’t like her?”

Again, you shook your head. “No. She tried to be friendly with everyone.”

“Did she complain about anyone ever?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one, but Ryan from work. But he’s just a perv.”

That peaked the detective’s interest. “Did he try any advances on Jisoo? Is that what made her uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “He just shares a bit too much about his personal life. I met him once, when we went out. Even drunk, he never tried anything on Jisoo.”

That seemed to disappoint him. A possible lead already running dry. “Alright. I think we’ll end the interview here. I’ll get one of the patrol officers to take you home. I’ll give you my card, in case you think of anything else.”

To your relief, the officer who drove you back to your apartment didn’t say anything. He merely let the occasional radio message over his computer break the silence. Going all the way in chivalry, he saw you to your door five stories up. Jisoo’s own door across the hall had crime scene tape to stop anyone from entering in case they needed to gather more evidence or clues. You couldn’t picture what they possibly needed in there since she was found in the basement. But you weren’t an investigator, so what did you know?

You thanked the officer and went inside your apartment.

Just do your normal routine, you told yourself as the door clicked behind you.

And so you did. You changed into your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and climbed into bed. It was supposed to be the remedy. It was supposed to make your body’s rhythm jump back into place. And maybe it worked. How could you really know?

If it worked or not, it was finally there, in the dark, with the sound of the city attacking your window, that the numbness – protective arms and thick shield – slipped away.

Finally, with your face hidden in your knees, you were able to cry at the loss of your friend.

Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night and you were sure you were losing it. Maybe you should see a therapist.

You can’t afford a therapist.

Well, maybe then you should get a new job.

But you loved the store with its endless shelves of novels, so living in constant paranoia for the time being it was. In time, it would fade away and you would be fine, back to normal. All of this was probably only your imagination, anyway. Your very active imagination.

A looming shadow perched permanently in the corner of your eye as you walked down the street to your job or to the grocery store or to the park. But whenever you turned to get a better look, it was gone. The feeling of being watched, of every step being analyzed and memorized was near constant. But no one was ever around. No eyes were trained on you, no steps matched yours exactly.

In a change of pace for the day, however, as you went about your duties in the small bookshop you called your second home, you found yourself not quite as aware. Your mother often complained that you could do better, be at a bigger company and earn a bigger paycheck. But you were the assistant manager and with Bruce about to retire within the near future, you were next in line to be in charge. Why bother trying to start over somewhere else?

A few customers milled about the store, so you deemed it safe to leave the register as long as one eye was kept at the front. The pile of returns and donations was getting high and cluttered around the counter. You knew that Dani would never get all of them put away by herself. You grabbed a fair number and started wandering about the store, finding the right places for the novels among the shelves.

Being surrounded by the pages of other people’s stories made you feel better. The smell of old books took you back to leafing through your grandfather’s personal library. He never threw away a good book, constantly going back to a story that had touched him in some way. It drove your grandmother crazy. She would groan about what else she could be doing with the space that the multiple shelves took up. Your grandfather always stood his ground, telling her that the knowledge and wisdom printed on the pages was never a waste of space.

Finding the G’s, you plucked the top book off of your pile. As you double checked the author's surname, you paused. It was the last book that Mr. Kim had purchased before he passed.

Coming in every Tuesday and Thursday, Mr. Kim would browse through the classic fantasies while telling you about the authors he had met in his younger years. His collection of rare novels and authentic signatures was something you always swore you would see one day. Now it was too late..

Your heart had shattered when you found out that he wouldn't be coming in under the ringing bell anymore. You weren’t sure of the details, but someone said he had fallen down the stairs and hit his head. It was a terrible way for him to go. He was so sweet, like another grandparent you could turn to when you needed it.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you put the book away and searched for the next one's spot. Naturally, its proper place was on the highest shelf a few rows over, just out of your reach. You looked around, but the only ladder in the shop was currently being used by Dani, who was nearly a living elf with her unusually small stature. Being the stubborn person you were, you decided that you would get it up there without the stool. You stretched your legs, reached out your arm as far as it could go, and were on the very tips of your toes, but still you couldn’t reach it.

A large hand appeared from nowhere, bypassing your ear and taking the book from you to push it between the other historical fiction novels. Gasping in surprise, you whirled around to face the stranger. The momentum nearly toppling over the remaining books in your hands.

“Oops. Sorry,” the stranger chuckled, steadying the pile. His long fingers barely brushed yours. They were abnormally cold. Icy, even. Probably due to poor circulation.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. Heat bloomed on your cheeks. The helpful stranger was handsome. Though on the softer side of looks with rounded cheeks and large eyes, he was abnormally tall and broad in the shoulders. A boyish smile beamed down at you. It showed off blinding white teeth that were distracting.The muscles in your throat constricted, your stomach fluttering from the lack of space between the two of you, not helped at all by the closeness of the shelves.

“You’re welcome,” he said in a shockingly deep voice. A most contrasting element to his looks. He bowed his head politely. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“(y/n)." Clearing your throat, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I was looking for your supernatural section.” A light shimmered in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was silently laughing to himself.

“Of course.” You motioned with your head. “Follow me.” You led him to the back where his desired taste was stored. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Trying to hold your smile down at a friendly level, you nodded back and scurried away to put the rest of the books back on the shelves. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally start rambling about your unasked-for recommendations and say something embarrassing.

You hoped to see him again before he left. But he didn’t buy anything and by the end of the week, he hadn’t returned to the store.

Sundays were your favorite days of the week. The perfect day off from work, if anyone were to ask you. It was a calmer day, with a softer sun and slower steps. The weight of your own feet was lighter as you headed to your favorite little coffee café, newest novel discovery in hand. Taking a window seat along the storefront, you ordered an herbal tea and sat back in the cushioned chair. The spine of the brand new paperback gave a satisfying crinkle as you cracked it open.

Chilling mysteries used to be your favorites. The thrill of trying to figure out who was terrorizing everyone and their motivations while the main character tried not to be next kept you turning the page. But ever since Jisoo’s murder, the stories only gave you nightmares that forced you to relive finding her body in the basement. So, instead, you got as far away from murder mysteries as you could. A nice, soft modern romance filled with all the good cliches. They were a comfortable place to run to. You knew every step of the plot, no surprises waiting for you.

So lost in the troubles of a screenwriter running into the sarcastic actor of her new movie were you that you didn’t notice the leg nearing the corner of your table until it was too late. It jostled the table enough to spill the now lukewarm tea, leaving the paper cup practically empty.

“I’m so sorry!” The other patron was already cleaning up the liquid with a handful of napkins they had snatched from the nearby stand.

“It’s alright.” You put your book down in your lap – the only safe place for it – and your jaw dropped when you looked up to see who it was that had run into the table. “Chanyeol?”

Those large, round brown eyes lit up when he recognized you. “(Y/n)! Oh, this is embarrassing.” Once the table was dry, he threw away the napkins in the nearby trashcan and picked up the now empty cup. “Let me buy you a new one.”

“Oh, no, that–” You were too late. He was already at the counter, reaching it in minimal strides, and ordered you another tea.

When he came back, he set down the freshly made tea before sitting in the chair across from you and taking a sip of his own coffee. “I’m surprised to see you outside of the store.”

Setting the book down on the now dry table, you tried not to look too pleased that he was staying to chat. “While some people might think that I live there, I do venture to other places on occasion. I really like it here, so I tend to come whenever I’m off work.”

“It’s a nice little café,” he agreed, glancing around. “So, how long have you worked at the shop?”

“Since I graduated high school.”

And just like that, you were telling Chanyeol basically your life story. He told you a few vague details about himself here and there when you asked, but he always turned the conversation back onto you. Typically, you preferred to be left alone when you were reading, but this interruption wasn’t wholly unwelcome.

Chanyeol was funny, often making both you and himself laugh. You liked the sound of it; the way his deep chuckles mixed with your own obnoxious giggles. He was smart, too, often randomly dropping facts that you hadn’t known before. He seemed to like surprising you and throwing you off guard.

After a few hours, it was time to leave, with neglected chores nagging you home. Before you could stand, however, Chanyeol grabbed your hand.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Oh! Y-yeah. That would be wonderful.” With a shaky hand, you wrote down your number on an unsoiled napkin. He said he would call you with a time and so he’d know where to pick you up. Every second of waiting until then was going to be torturous.

Chanyeol knew this was creepy. No one had to point it out to him. But he still couldn’t will himself to move.

When you’d left the café he’d followed you at a far distance, making sure you made it home safe. He’d been tracking you for a while now. He needed to see if he could catch Taejo on your trail while also keeping an eye on you. That sadistic vampire always liked playing with his targeted victims. His game consisted of the same elements: killing people around them until the slow realization that they were next sunk in. But he had yet to show his face. And Luhan confirmed that the only person who connected your neighbor and that old man – Kim something – was you.

So, Chanyeol had to take things to the next level. He knew that their hatred for each other was strong, so if he made his presence known, maybe Taejo would slip up or confront him. That was what dinner tomorrow was about.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hadn’t meant to enjoy talking to you so much. It’d been nearly two hundred and fifty years since he allowed himself to be close to a human. To have a conversation with meaning with a human. It was surprising how easily you pulled him in, fascinating him with every little reaction, every little subtle movement. It was irritating.

And yet, here he was, sitting on your fire escape and watching you sleep. He hadn’t moved much since you arrived home and settled in your room for the evening. Not even when you left to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Now you were fast asleep in an oversized band t-shirt and a pair of very tempting shorts.

Chanyeol let out a low hiss at the thought, knocking his head against the glass. Dumb idea.

The sudden noise pulled you from your sleep. Your eyes snapped open and frantically searched the dark room. Chanyeol crouched down, cursing his too-long body for the first time as he tried to stay hidden and out of view of the window. He could hear your erratic heartbeat as you approached the window, only calming down to a resting thump when you found nothing. You settled back down on the bed and he decided it was time to leave.

He had a feeling he was going to be in big trouble if he didn’t watch himself.

What was this never-ending dream you had conjured up?

That first dinner with Chanyeol was more romantic than any movie you had seen. He reserved a private balcony overlooking the skyline at one of the most in-demand restaurants in the city. At his request, the table had a large bouquet of spring flowers that was eventually moved to the floor so you could see him across the way. You had a perfect view of the stars in the candlelight dinner. Conversation flowed with ease, never having a moment of awkwardness.

Chanyeol was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Maybe a little too perfect of a gentleman. It was disappointing that he hadn’t kissed you goodnight and your mind raced with worry. Perhaps he didn't have the same feeling about the date that you did. But that anxiety vanished when he showed up at the bookstore the next day, just to see you.

That was the pattern your life had fallen into over the past month. He would take you out with a surprise in mind or he would come over to your place for a more casual night in. At least three times a week, he would stop by the store to talk and keep you company. You could hardly believe that he was real. There was only one tiny snag.

He still hadn’t kissed you. And you just weren’t brave enough to take that step, to make the move instead. You didn’t want to scare him away if he was the kind to take things slow. He seemed to be as invested in… whatever this was. But his lack of action planted little seeds of doubt in your mind and they were quick to take root. Their vines entangled your every thought as you walked hand in hand with Chanyeol down the street to your apartment. Not surprisingly, he picked up on your sinking mood.

“(Y/n)?”

You kept staring straight ahead. “Hm?”

He stopped your steps with a slight tug on your hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Embarrassed and unable to answer, you merely shrugged. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

The frown and creased forehead that emerged told you that he didn’t believe you, but he continued down the street, still holding tight to your hand. It was silent all the way to your door, even as you put the key in the lock to let yourself in. Getting a sudden sense of courage, you whirled on him.

“Is this real?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Is this real?” you repeated. “Do you like me?”

Chanyeol laughed. “Of course I like you, (y/n). That’s why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper as you stared down at the ground, shoulders bumping against your door. “But that’s all you do.”

He sighed, his breath ruffling the hair against your forehead. Cautious fingers caressed both sides of your face before tilting your head up to him. A small, playful smile sat teasingly on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you’re pouting.”

As you opened your mouth to retaliate, he took his chance and brought his lips to yours.

He started off tender, as if he were scared you might break or run away. Kissing him back, you showed him that you weren’t going anywhere. You snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer so your bodies were one. He trailed his fingers down your sides at an agonizingly slow pace, as if memorizing every curve. They didn’t stop at your hips like you’d expected, instead continuing down to your thighs before lifting you up and pinning you against the door.

Chanyeol pulled away, looking up at you. “This is why I haven’t kissed you yet. I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You smirked, cradling his jaw with your palms. “Who asked you to?”

He shook his head at your challenge, diving in again and kissing you with more ferocity this time. It amazed you how he was able to keep at it while opening your door and carrying you inside with grace and speed.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he spun around and pinned you to the hard surface. You pulled away just for a second to get another lungful of air when something caught your eye. Wiggling out of Chanyeol’s embrace and feeling the wall to your right, you flipped on the light switch and screamed.

“YOU’RE NEXT” was written on your living room wall in bright red liquid that dripped off the letters.

Chanyeol hid your face in his chest and pulled you out of the apartment while dialing nine-one-one on his cell. The authorities were there soon after. You shook uncontrollably in the hallway as a small group of officers searched your home. Chanyeol answered every question and confirmed the two of you never made it past your front door. Words were going in your ears, but your mind wasn’t making sense of any of them, except one: blood.

A detective arrived at the scene, quickly speaking to one of the officers before approaching you.

“Miss (l/n)? This girl was found dead just a few hours ago. Do you know her?” She held out a picture of a girl on a metal slab, her eyes shut and skin pale. Taking in the face, you screamed.

Your knees gave out from under you and only Chanyeol’s grip around your waist kept you from crumbling to the floor. The sobs made it impossible to answer.

“It’s her coworker, Dani,” Chanyeol answered for you.

The detective nodded. “Is there somewhere you can stay tonight, Miss (l/n)? Where you’ll be safe?”

“She’ll stay with me,” Chanyeol declared. Those four words made you feel so relieved you were able to catch your breath and calm down just barely enough to speak again. You wanted to get away from here.

“Can we go?” you whispered.

The detective nodded before she turned to her comrades.

You hardly paid attention as Chanyeol drove you to his place, a piece of him you had never seen before. It was a fancy high-rise apartment building with strong security and reflective windows, but you couldn’t find it in you to be impressed at the moment.

Chanyeol was patient with you as he slowly ushered you from the parking garage to the elevator to the inside of his apartment. He didn’t stop walking until you reached his bedroom. Without turning the lights on, he rummaged through his drawers and handed you one of his shirts.

“You can change into that, then we’ll go to bed.” He disappeared into the bathroom after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. Closing the door behind him, he left you alone for the first time.

It took you a moment to function again. The effort it took just to undress and put on Chanyeol’s shirt exhausted you. The shirt itself was big on you, the hem tickling above your mid-thigh. Before you might have been a little embarrassed with how vulnerable it left you. At this point, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Operating in full automatic mode, you slipped into the king-sized bed, settling underneath the ice cold covers. A shiver tingled up your spine, but you didn’t care. You would be warm soon enough.

Chanyeol came out a few moments later.He, too, had changed, now dressed in an old shirt missing its sleeves and plaid pajama pants. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took your hand in his.

“It’ll be alright,” he promised.

You squeezed his hand. “You’ll stay with me, right? In here?” You needed to know that he was right there next to you, a stronghold holding off the person who wanted you dead.

He seemed shocked at your request, but he quickly gave in, slipping under the covers with you. “Of course.”

You shuffled in closer to him. He encircled you in his arms, his hands splaying across your back. His hold was steadfast as you managed to fall asleep peacefully.

When you woke up the next morning, Chanyeol was gone. A small note left on the nightstand let you know that he had to check up on something at work but would be home soon, so don’t worry and don’t leave the apartment. While it was difficult waking up without him, all you could do was shrug it off and get out of bed.

Making your way into the living room, you sat down on the couch and turned the TV on to the news. You should have known it was a mistake, that you were walking into dangerous territory. After the weather had concluded, the anchor turned serious. A picture of Dani appeared next to her on the screen.

“Twenty-five-year-old Dani Marcum was found brutally murdered last night in her home. The police are now suspecting that it could be linked to two other deaths: the murder of Jang Jisoo and Kim Kiwon.”

Your jaw dropped at that last name. No, no, the death of Mr. Kim was an accident. Wasn’t it? And now they were calling it murder?

“All three bodies were found drained completely of blood. However, the amount found at the crime scenes was not enough for authorities to say that they simply bleed out where they were found. They are not sure where the rest of the blood has gone. The only theory is that the killer drained the victims and took the blood with him, possibly as a souven–”

The TV shut off and Chanyeol tossed the remote aside before joining you on the couch.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Why me?” you screeched, turning to him with tears in your eyes. “Everyone around me is dying and now I’m next. Why is this happening? Why!”

The answer you expected was that he didn’t know. The answer you were prepared to hear was that things like this happened and no one could explain it. But that was not what you received.

Chanyeol took both your hands in his, eyebrows knitted tightly together as he searched for the words.

“(Y/n), what I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of what he was about to say, but nodding anyway.

“Okay. Good.” He scooted closer to you, keeping your gaze locked on his. “(Y/n), there is a world you don’t know about. A world you think is fictional, but is truly real. A world of supernatural creatures.”

You froze.

Then you got mad.

You jumped to your feet and moved across the living room, your voice cutting and piercing your throat as you screamed. “This is not a joke! Three different people close to me were killed! The same psycho broke into my apartment! And you’re going to tell me it was because of stupid things like vampires and werewolves?!”

Before you could blink, Chanyeol was in front of you, his hand over your mouth. That was impossible.

“Please, don’t yell,” he begged between gritted teeth. “I’m serious, (y/n). They are real. Just look.” He opened his mouth to reveal his two canine teeth had grown impossibly long. They were needle sharp and long enough to graze the skin underneath his bottom lip. Then, they shrank back again to a normal, uninteresting size. “We are real. The vampire that killed those people has been after you this whole time. His name is Taejo. He’s not a story, not a Grimm fairytale.” When you stopped fighting against him, he hesitantly removed his hand.

“W-why is he after me?” Proof of a whole secret world stood in front of you. A world that you had never asked to be pulled into.

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol admitted. “It’s… it’s what he does. This sick game – he lives for it. He finds a target, someone he can play with, torture without them ever realizing it. He kills people around them, dropping them like flies before finally closing in on them. Those people die slowly and painfully, so he can savor every second.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been trying to find him, catch him before he can kill again, but he’s too fast. He’s always too fast. He’s older than me and more powerful. When I discovered you were his target, it wasn’t too late. I could finally do something.”

“You’ve been… trying to protect me?”

Chanyeol flinched, looking down at you guiltily. “I… can’t honestly say that. (Y/n), I’ve been wanting to kill Taejo for the past two centuries. When I was still a young vampire, he killed the woman I loved before I could turn her, to protect her. After all this time, I have a chance to kill him. He just hasn’t shown his face yet.”

Your own face fell. “So, I was just bait?” You let out a humorless laugh. Of course you were. Why else would he just fall into your life after such a tragic event? Why else would every date, every second together, feel so perfect? Anger swlleded up inside. You shoved at his chest, wanting him away from you. “I can’t believe you! Everything was a lie and you didn’t think about what this would do to me!”

The shove hardly phased him. Chanyeol took a step towards you, his hand reaching out. “(Y/n), it wasn’t like that. I mean, it may have started out that way, but now I–”

You smacked his hand away, scared of what would happen if you let him touch you. “NO! Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve done! You played with me to get revenge! And I was stupid enough to fall for it. To fall for you! I actually was going to – ugh! I can’t even believe how stupid I’ve been!” Tears fell down like rain. You hated how much crying you had to endure the past month. “Just stay away from me! I hate you!”

Chanyeol said nothing. His jaw hung slack. He dared to try to step closer again. You stepped back to keep the distance. He nodded.

“I understand. I’m going to try and find Taejo. When I do – and I kill him – I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” He walked out the front door letting it close slowly behind him.

The hell you were staying here.

You couldn’t go to the police. Not a single person at the precinct would believe who was after you. But you could hide yourself. Pack a bag, hop on a bus, and go far away. Leave no trace behind.

Rushing to the bedroom, you changed back into last night’s clothes. It was by pure luck that last night had been casual, giving you jeans to run away in rather than a dress and heels. You threw Chanyeol’s stupid shirt into a corner and left the apartment.

While the elevator would have been the better option to conserve energy, you didn’t want to risk running into Chanyeol. He wasn’t in one of the higher units, which made taking the stairs a viable option. Several floors below, you stepped out into a side alley.

“Well, I must say, I never thought you would walk right to me.”

You whirled around to find the owner of the sickly sweet voice that had called out to you. Leaning with one shoulder against the high-rise was an older man with sandy blond hair and almost sheet white skin. He wore ordinary clothes like anyone else in their thirties, but something inside you said he wasn’t normal.

At the recognition in your eyes, he grinned. “Hello, dear.”

Before you could even consider running, he flashed before you, caged in both of your arms and pinned you to the wall. His smile turned impossibly sadistic.

“You and I… We’re going to have a lot of fun.” Taking in a fist full of your hair, he slammed your head into the concrete, filling your vision first with stars… then with black.

Cold metal dug into your wrists. With a painful groan, you opened your eyes, the memory of the alley coming back. You were kidnapped. And this place was your prison. Your arms were chained above you, your fingers numb from being above your heart for too long. The warehouse around you was crumbling in disarray. Windows were broken in and covered by rotting wood, holes in the ceiling created by rust. Only the shackles seemed to be holding together. No matter how hard you pulled, they stayed formed in the cinderblock wall.

“Oh, goody. You’re awake.”

The sandy haired man appeared in front of you. He raked his long, bony finger down your cheek, the ghostly nail leaving behind a sharp sting.

“Chanyeol should have known this would happen sooner or later.” He leaned in close to your ear. “I always get my prey.”

You stared him down. “Taejo.” Hatred for this man flared. You wanted to spit in his face, kick at him, drive a stake through his heart. Anything that could satisfy your hatred, even if it was miniscule.

Taejo chuckled as he pulled back. “What an interesting approach Chanyeol took, confessing the truth to you.”

“Why me?” you begged. If you had to die in here, you at least wanted to know the reason for all the pain.

Taejo shrugged, as if you had asked why he didn’t like a certain restaurant. “You happened to pass by and smelled… so intoxicating. Some humans simply smell more delicious than others. I had to have it. And your fear right now makes it even more mouthwatering.”

You scoffed. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” he cackled. “But it’s fun. Especially with Chanyeol thinking he could protect you from me.”

“He wasn’t trying to protect me,” you spat. “I was just bait so he could get to you.”

“Oh, dearie, how wrong you are.” Taejo shook his head as he folded his hands behind his back. He tilted his head to one side, and then the other. “Sure, at first he simply wanted me to see him, thinking I might slip up since I hate him so much. But I’ve been watching from afar. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how he’d watch you as you slept, perched outside your window like a silent guardian. He looks at you just as he looked at her. Which is going to make killing you even more fun.”

You refused to believe him. This was another part of his game, nothing more. To give you hope at the last minute, making you call out for Chanyeol to save you before he drained you of blood. You would refuse.

But as Taejo took that menacing first step towards you to start his torutre, he was gone. Pinned to the ground, he struggled against Chanyeol, who had his neck in his hands.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Chanyeol hissed, his canines extended, sharp and dangerous.

Taejo laughed. “I was counting on it.” With unheard of strength, he slammed the taller Chanyeol into the wall next you, their positions now switched. “I wanted you here, to watch me rip her apart like I did the last one. To make you suffer before I kill you once and for all.” He smirked. “Or maybe I’ll keep you around as a pet.”

Chanyeol released a monstrous roar that shook you to the core. Filled with rage, he channeled it as he threw Taejo across the room, the latter crashing into a wall of stacked crates. They shattered on impact, a few pieces barely missing you. And then it was a battle too quick for your human eyes to see anything beyond two blurs of supernatural force. You strained your eyes to try and see if Chanyeol was winning. You silently begged him to win, too terrified of distracting him to voice it out loud. All you could do was wait and see who would come out on top. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the warehouse as they crashed into old crates, crumbling them into sawdust in their wake.

Then the fighting stopped. Chanyeol had Taejo’s head in his hands with a leg wrapped around his torso to keep him steady. Taejo clawed at Chanyeol’s arms with his claw-like nails, but the scratches healed as quickly as they were formed.

“Just do it,” Taejo hissed.

“Gladly.”

A victorious cry echoed in the warehouse as Chanyeol ripped Taejo’s head from the rest of his body. Every lithe limb went limp as the unnatural life left Taejo’s body. Chanyeol gathered splinters of the crates, creating a small pile before dumping Taejo’s body and head on top. He pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, stuck a single stick, and then tossed the flame to start the cremation. Then he came to you.

He crushed and broke the chains around your wrists. You were free. With no energy left in your body, your knees gave out. Chanyeol caught you before you could tumble to the ground. Sitting down, he cradled you in his arms, cupping your jaw in one of his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked up at him, confused. You squirmed in his vice, but he refused to let you go. “Why are you sorry? You got what you wanted.”

His eyes bore into yours, their familiar warmth refusing to let you look away. “But I almost lost you.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Because I love you.”

Your jaw dropped at the bold statement, but he held a finger to your lips, stopping you from interrupting.

“I know at first, my mind was only on killing Taejo, but you,” he tapped your nose with his finger. “you silly human with your blushing cheeks and beautiful laughter, made me feel something I haven’t in two centuries. My heart doesn’t beat, but it’s all yours. I understand if you still hate me and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want, but please know that it’s the truth. That I love you.”

Your mind raced, trying to find the lie in what he said. But you couldn’t find one. Chanyeol had gotten what he wanted: Taejo dead. You were safe again, so why would it matter to him how you felt?

Slowly letting a smile spread on your lips, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I think I love you, too.”

“Then I’m yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

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Luhan stares at you with dark eyes, his fingers are wrapped around your wrist as he leads you inside after one of your regular date-nights.

“Xīngān,” Luhan murmurs, “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?

You blush at the pet name, a little hard to translate to English, similar to ‘my heart and soul’, as you turn to face him once he shuts the front door.

“Yes, Lulu,” You giggle, “You told me a thousand times.”

He pulls you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you as you lean into him. The night was nothing crazy, just dinner at a nice restaurant, a few drinks, and now you are home early enough to have a decent rest before your busy weekend.

“You needed to hear it,” He hums, “You know how crazy you make me when you wear something tight like this.”

You smile at him, as his hands trail down your back to settle at your hips, and you look up at him with wide eyes as he digs his nails into your skin through the silk fabric. You do know that this dress would drive him wild, you wore it because you want to see his wild side.

“I want this off,” He complains, referring to your dress, “I want to see all of you.”

“Ah, tiān nà, Lulu,” You sigh, attempting to resist him, “Slow down, we just got home.”

Though this does not stop him leaning in to kiss you, leaving you breathless. As he pulls away, you fight the urge to chase his lips for another kiss, reminding yourself of your plan.

“I said…” He warns, his tone is stern and full of frustration, “Off.”

You stare him dead in the eyes, your expression mostly neutral, though your lip curls up in a smirk.

“Make me.” You dare him, raising a brow as you maintain defiance.

Luhan looks shocked for a moment before it clicks, and he bites his lip as he spits his next words back at you.

“Oh, don’t worry,” He chuckles, “I will.”

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Luhan: Deception

Characters: Luhan x female reader

Genre/warnings: incubus au, technically guardian angel au??, angst, sorta fluffy??, kinda religious themes, suggestive themes, masturbation, mention of guns, blood, almost dying a few times lmao

Word count: 6,206

Summary: Being in the right place at the right time -- well, depending on how you look at it -- has caused Luhan much more trouble than he was looking for. You’re now convinced he’s your guardian angel despite the fact he’s really the complete opposite, but he’s willing to go along with it if it means getting what he wants.

a/n: this is part of a collab with 11 other writers and we all wrote different exo members as....incubuses? incubi? lmao anyway, so if you wanna read the others, you can find them on the masterlist!!

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‘Too angelic-looking’. That’s what Luhan was always told whenever he was summoned by some stupid human with some sort of high sex-drive or ‘a need for thrill’. He couldn’t possibly be an incubus because he looked too ‘doll-like’ and ‘innocent’. To humans, he looked like he belonged in Heaven rather than Hell.

However, once he got them in bed, it changed. The way he moved his hips, the way his fingers and tongue could make anybody turn into a whimpering, babbling mess of ecstasy -- that was truly sinister. It was something only an incubus could achieve. He had years and years and years of practice, and he used that well. Whether he was summoned by some lonely human or wandering into the dreams of a poor, unsuspecting victim, Luhan was definitely kept busy.

He did have a weakness, though -- but maybe most, if not all, incubi could attest to the same weakness. He loved humans who were innocent. Those who were inexperienced and easily flustered. He assumed people saw him how he saw the innocent humans. Whenever he got the opportunity to fuck one, he always took it and savored it.

Which was why he went along with this stupid, stupid lie.

Luhan definitely wasn’t the type of person to believe in fate, and you honestly weren’t, either. But he had been in the right place at the right time three times. He had saved your life three whole times now. That couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? It had to mean something -- to you, anyway. To Luhan, he found it to be an inconvenience. Having to deal with pathetic humans in any capacity other than using them for his own pleasure was annoying and a nuisance, and the fact that you now saw him as something other than a random stranger you’d seen once or twice made his blood boil. At least, at first.

The first time you had run into Luhan, it was during something you never thought you’d have to witness. The bank you went to was being robbed. You were there to get a new debit card since yours was broken, and Luhan was there because his ‘pet’ -- as he semi-affectionately referred to his humans most of the time. But some crazy man with a gun ran in, and chaos broke out. He started shooting, wanting people to drop onto the floor while the tellers gave him the money. The women at the front desk were panicking, the patrons were panicking, and you were left frozen in place from fear.

“Get down!” somebody hissed as they threw their body on top of yours just as the man pointed the gun at you since you weren’t listening to his directions.

They managed to wrap one arm around your middle and catch themselves before the two of you hit the ground. But they kept their body on top of yours.

You would later learn after the man was apprehended and the weight was off of you that she stranger who saved you was Luhan. He politely held out a hand to help you to your feet, apologizing for throwing himself at you like that despite the fact he had whispered in your ear that you were “out of your fucking mind” for not moving -- which he wasn’t completely wrong about. But he didn’t introduce himself and he didn’t ask for your name, either. He only asked if you were okay before he went about his business, and you just assumed it was pure luck that somebody was there to save you.

Only a few weeks later would you run into the same stranger yet again. Only this time, you wouldn’t be too worked up from adrenaline, so you could actually get a good look at his face. After tugging you back toward the sidewalk after you walked out into traffic while you were on your phone, you gasped and looked up at that beautiful, oddly familiar face. His almost white hair almost looked like it was glowing as you stared at him in awe -- but it might’ve just been the sun bouncing off of it -- and his dark eyes looked back at you without any emotion. Just like the first time you’d run into him.

“Of course it’s you,” he deadpanned, though you could see the hint of a smirk on his face as one corner of his mouth just barely twitched upwards. “You’re quite the klutz, apparently.”

Despite being a demon, Luhan had to blend in with people when he was mingling with the humans. So it was only natural for him to try to save you despite the fact he didn’t really care if you lived or died. It wasn’t like it would have any impact on him, anyway.

But to you, he was some sort of savior. The fact this was the second time he’d saved your life, plus the fact the way the sunlight hit his beautiful face made you think he could be some sort of guardian angel. But that couldn’t be real, right? Those couldn’t possibly exist. ...Right?

“You’re lucky I’m around when you do stupid things, huh?” he teased as he helped straighten you out before simply walking across the street just as the walk signal lit.

And all you could do was dumbly stare after him.

But the third time was when you made your move. You actually bothered to say something to him.

“W-wait!” you managed to speak up as he was about to walk away after casually saving your life for a third time.

You were positive he had to be some sort of guardian angel at that point.

Luhan, on the other hand, was positive natural selection was coming for you soon.

Despite that, he spun around on his heels to look at you, still showing no emotion on his angelic face.

“I need to thank you somehow,” you insisted, playing nervously with your fingers. “You’ve saved me like, a bunch of times already. Can I buy you a coffee or something? Dinner? I dunno, whatever you want.”

Luhan definitely had an idea of what you could give him. His latest human was completely useless to him now, and with how thick-skulled you already seemed, he was sure he could get you to do exactly what he wanted. But he figured maybe wining and dining you first would help.

��Dinner sounds lovely,” he decided with the first actual smile you’d seen from him.

But an hour and a half later, he had gotten himself into a situation he never would’ve imagined. He was no closer to sleeping with you. In fact, he might’ve been further from it. You kept saying nonsense about fate and how you didn’t believe in it but there was no way you and him running into each other over and over was a coincidence. He just wanted to tell you it was unlucky timing.

However, despite the rubbish spewing from your mouth during dinner, Luhan couldn’t help but take a liking to you. He had decided you would definitely become his next pet because you were just the type of human he liked. You told him straight away that you didn’t drink despite the fact you were of age to do so. He figured maybe you were trying to be sober or something, but you explained you were raised to think it was bad to drink and get drunk. That definitely piqued his interest. You were still trying to be a good girl, apparently. But then he started to learn more about you. He asked the typical questions he might ask for small talk, like about your job or your family or any partner you might have.

“Oh, I’ve… I-I don’t date,” you admitted sheepishly.

Luhan raised an eyebrow as he sipped his wine, “Oh? Why is that?”

“I’m just really shy,” you laughed nervously as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t do any of that kind of stuff.”

“Would you want to?” he wondered. “You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal.”

But he wanted you to answer.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I think I would when I meet the right person.”

Did you think he was the right person? You were talking about coincidences and fate, so were you trying to hint at the fact that you thought meeting him was fate? That you were meant to be together?

Of course not. No, that would be too easy for him.

“I-I want to admit something…” you told him sheepishly as you leaned in slightly across the table. “You’ve saved my life three times now, and… Okay, I know this will sound crazy, but I feel like you’re like my guardian angel or something.”

That was Luhan’s opening, and he so stupidly took it.

“What would you say if I told you I am your guardian angel?” he asked quietly with a smirk.

You were naive enough to believe it, but Luhan was stupid enough to get himself into this stupid situation in the first place. So now he had to go along with this dumb lie just to get possibly one of the most innocent humans he’d ever met to be his new pet. And while he definitely didn’t want to have to act like some prim and proper angel, he knew that pounding you into the mattress would make everything worth it. So he would carry on with the stupid facade to gain your trust so he could use you for his own desires.

[day five]

It became routine for Luhan to check up on you. Well, he told you he was checking up on you. That was supposed to be his job as a guardian angel, but he was just doing it to get close to you. It was half-boring just hanging around like you did mundane things like washing dishes and doing laundry. However, it was also somewhat fun because he could just sit there and imagine all the things he could do to you in your house. He could lift you up onto the counter and take you there, or how he could easily push your head into the cushions of your couch when you’d bend over to place your folded laundry in a pile before carrying it off to your room.

“Luhan?” your voice broke him from his current daydream of sprawling you out on your counter.

The reality was that you were simply cutting up vegetables.

“Hmm?” he spoke up, eyes meeting yours as you looked back at him curiously.

“Isn’t it bad for people to know about their guardian angels?” you repeated your question. “In stories and stuff, they’re always supposed to be kept a secret. You won’t get in trouble, will you?”

‘I can do whatever the fuck I want,’ he thought to himself.

“No,” was what he replied with instead. “As long as you don’t go running off telling anybody, I’m fine.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie. He knew how everything like that worked -- between the rules of his own kind, and the ones above. It was just common knowledge for all of them. He knew the angels knew of his rules, as well. Though, his rules were much more lenient. He could get away with far more than any angel could, such as sex. Angels weren’t allowed to even so much as think about something like that, but any demon or fallen angel could fuck anybody as often as they pleased.

Everybody may have pinned Luhan as an angel at first glance, but man, he was thankful he wasn’t one. How boring that life must be.

“What’s it like where you’re from?” you wondered as you looked back down at the vegetables you were prepping for dinner.

‘Where I’m from,’ he snorted to himself.

He noticed you never directly said the names of the places. He wasn’t really sure if you were religious so he figured maybe you just didn’t believe or something. Or maybe it felt too cliche to you to say. Or maybe you were just scared or nervous to say the names out loud. But still, he thought it was kind of funny. Maybe even a little bit cute.

Luhan had obviously never been to Heaven, so he wasn’t aware of what things were like there. He imagined everything was white and gold and pristine. He imagined everybody was prim and proper and perfect, and that somebody could have their wings ripped just for not standing up straight enough. He had a lot of ideas of what Heaven was like, but he wasn’t positive about any of them.

Then again, it wasn’t like you would know the difference between the truth and a lie.

“All of the angels wear white, and we stick to the rules closely,” he explained, trying to not sound like just the mere thought of having to abide by such stupid rules made him want to gag. “Only when we’re trying to fit in with the humans can we wear ‘human’ clothing. If we walked around in white all the time, we’d look odd, wouldn’t we?”

You looked over his current outfit, noticing the only light thing about him was his hair. Come to think of it, you never saw him in white. But he was usually hanging out in the human world with you, so that made sense to you. So you shrugged it off and went back to cooking.

[day thirteen]

Something Luhan could do was enter your dreams. He didn’t do it too often because he was worried you might start suspecting something, but he did do it every once in a while. The first time, not much happened. He laid on the bed with you and just talked to you. He wanted to do more, but he didn’t want you getting suspicious of him. He figured your curious and imaginative mind would assume he had some sort of angel power that could get him into your dreams, so he had to be softer with you -- at least for now. While you never mentioned your dreams about him, it was safe to assume you didn’t think he had any sort of power. But still, better safe than getting thrown back to square one.

You had come home from work looking especially stressed, so he figured this was the perfect opportunity. Your subconscious would probably come up with something to calm you down, so it would make the most sense for him to force himself into your dream to be that something.

“_____?” you heard his soft voice ask.

You were curled up under the covers, crying to yourself because you felt so overwhelmed. In your dream, there was a lot more going on than just whatever was bothering you at work, but you still ended up locking yourself in your room and sobbing. But hearing your guardian angel’s soft voice, you moved the covers from your head and looked over to see him standing by your closed door.

He frowned seeing your bloodshot and tear-stained eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you sniffled.

He walked over to you and climbed into your bed beside you. He got himself under the blankets and held his arms out for you, silently telling you that you could curl up against him instead of being alone in a sad little ball.

Something you did note despite being in a dream was that Luhan was dressed completely in black. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt under a black leather jacket, black jeans that were ripped at the knee and looked a little dirty and worn, and even had black socks on his feet. But his hair was still the same beautiful blonde that made him look like a perfect porcelain doll.

As you rolled over and snuggled up to him instead, burying your face in the middle of his torso and letting your tears soak into his shirt, he began to stroke your hair back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he wondered.

“I doubt talking will help,” you mumbled, your words almost lost in his stomach.

He chuckled at how you sounded like a pouting child, holding you closer to him, “Okay, then how about a distraction?”

“Like what?”

You could’ve written it off as your own subconscious for the reason Luhan began softly singing your favorite song. It was one you often listened to to boost your mood, and you typically found yourself humming it from time to time. However, Luhan knew that it was your favorite, and he knew that him singing it in his beautiful voice that you found so angelic would make you feel safer and happier.

And the fact that you nuzzled closer to him only proved that as an almost evil smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, his soft voice filling your ears.

When you woke and saw Luhan before you left for work, you didn’t say anything about your dream. However, he did note that you hugged him tightly before you left.

[day twenty-four]

“A guy?” Luhan all but growled, seeming absolutely appalled that you had just mentioned that you were going out with a guy tonight.

You nodded with a small ‘mhmm’ as you carried on with fixing your makeup in the bathroom mirror, “One of the customers from work.”

“You’ve been miserable because of work, _____!” he reminded you.

You paused putting on setting powder to look at Luhan in the mirror, “Why do you seem so upset?”

“I’m not, you can date whoever you want,” he insisted, which was true. He wasn’t here to make any deep, meaningful, emotional connections with you or anything. It’s just that it would be so much harder to get closer to you if you had a boyfriend you were going to dedicate your free time to. “I just… I mean, I’m your guardian angel, right? I’m supposed to worry about you.”

“Do you get like, bad feelings about things I do?” you wondered, still not completely sure of everything he was capable of.

“Yeah,” he nodded, knowing he could use this to his advantage. “I have a bad feeling about this guy, _____. I don’t want you to come home upset. What if he just wants to get in bed with you? You’re too innocent for that.”

“Am not!” you huffed, looking even more innocent and only proving his point.

He chuckled, “You’re still a virgin, _____.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m innocent! I...d-do stuff…”

“You’re blushing and you haven’t even said anything dirty.”

“Shouldn’t you not be talking about this? You’re an angel,” you mumbled, just wanting to end the conversation.

As you focused back on your makeup, you missed the way that Luhan’s eyes raked over your body, imagining pushing your face up against the mirror as he fucked you into the counter from behind and turned innocent little you into a filthy, babbling mess.

If he could make sure your date was awful, he was sure he could do it.

He returned that night when he was sure you were home. The first thing he heard other than silence was sniffling coming from the couch. So he wandered into the living room with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“_____?” he called out for you softly. “How’d the date go?”

Hearing him bring up your date only made you cry harder, burying your face in a throw pillow as you curled your knees to your chest. Luhan walked around the couch to see you sobbing into a pillow that you were basically hugging to your face, your cries muffled by it. He sat down beside you, an evil smirk on his face that you didn’t see as he gently touched your back.

“What happened?” he wondered softly, the concern in his voice contradicting how pleased he looked with himself.

“Y-you were right, Luhan,” you sniffed as you pulled the pillow away from your face and stared down at your knees. “All h-he wanted...w-was...was…”

He softly hushed you as he brushed the hair from your face before cupping your cheek and wiping away tears with his thumb, “I’m so sorry, _____. I wasn’t hoping to be right, I just wanted to keep you safe from being hurt.”

You met his eyes, yours full of heartbreak. But you saw sadness in his as he looked back at you.

“I-I’m s-sorry I didn’t listen…” you whimpered.

He shook his head, pulling you into his chest, “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault and I could never be mad at you, anyway.”

As soon as your face was pressed into his chest, you cried harder, clinging to his shirt like your life depended on it. Your body shook with sobs as your tears soaked into his shirt. You really didn’t think that guy would’ve just wanted to have sex with you. When you met him, he seemed so sweet and polite and so opposite of how he was on your date. Was it all just a facade?

No, it was all Luhan’s doing.

“I should’ve stayed home with you,” you cried, your words being muffled by Luhan’s chest.

“It’s okay, you’re home with me now,” he cooed. “I’ll always be here for you, _____. You know that, don’t you? I only exist to protect you and keep you safe and happy. I won’t ever hurt you.”

He smirked to himself as he felt your arms wrap around his waist and hug him tighter. Your body melted into his, finding comfort in his embrace, which was exactly what he was going for.

You trusted him. He was your guardian angel, after all.

“I know,” he heard you whimper.

[day twenty-five]

It was risky, but it made sense. Luhan had to think of how your subconscious would work, and this made sense. If he entered your dream and tried to make a move now, it wouldn’t be too out there. You saw him as somebody you could trust, and since he was around everyday, it made sense for you to think of him often. On top of that, if things didn’t work out, he could easily just blame the dream on what had happened with that guy you went on a date with. You wouldn’t suspect a thing, he was sure of it. But the best case scenario was that you just indulge in your little dream he was going to give you.

Again, you were laying in bed. But this time, you were much less...covered. You were wearing only a thin t-shirt and some panties that Luhan could see from the way you were curled up into a ball. He bit his lip as he sauntered into the room, seeing that you were awake and staring — more like glaring — at the wall across the room from him.

“What’re you thinking about?” he wondered in a soft tone.

“Why are men disgusting?” you grumbled, letting out a sigh as you stayed in your position. “Like, he was so nice to me just to sleep with me! That’s fucked up, right?”

‘Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew the half of it.’

“Of course it is,” he feigned sympathy as he sat down on the bed and you felt it dip behind you. You felt one of his hands begin to rub your outer thigh softly, and the way your heart started to race at the touch was...odd. “Your virginity is precious to you and you should lose it to somebody you know well and trust, anyway. Somebody who would never use you.”

‘Somebody like…’ you couldn’t even finish your thought. You felt dirty just putting the two together. But you did trust Luhan more than anybody, and who would know you better than your own guardian angel?

‘But he’s an angel,’ you told yourself, ‘that’s wrong. You can’t do that with him.’

You shook the thought from your head as you rolled over and sat up against the headboard, sitting beside Luhan. You could feel him looking at you, his fingertips still lingering on your skin, but you couldn’t look at him.

“You look conflicted,” he murmured, his lips much closer to your ear than you thought, and his soft voice sent a shiver through you. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“N-n-nothing,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up. There was no way you could tell him the idea you had. “I’m still just thinking about what happened.”

But Luhan was pretty sure he had an idea of what you’d thought of. He smirked as his fingertips trailed higher, and his eyes darkened seeing the way your thighs pressed together.

“Did you maybe think that...I would take it from you?” he asked with an innocent tone to his voice.

“N-no!” you insisted much to quickly to be convincing.

“Is that what you would want, _____?” he cooed as his hand pushed your shirt up until he was touching the waistband of your panties. “Would you trust me with that?”

Your eyes were glued on his hand as it trailed across your underwear and down between your legs. You absolutely knew you shouldn’t be dreaming this, but feeling his slender fingers brush over your clothed clit and hearing his soft voice so close was already getting you worked up. Would it really be so bad if you just dreamed of Luhan like this? You wouldn’t have to tell him…

‘He’s an angel, _____!’ you reminded yourself, ‘Of course it’s still bad!’

“Luhan, I—“

You wanted to tell him to stop or you wanted to dream of something else but he began rubbing slow circles into your clit, drawing a quiet whimper from your lips. Luhan chuckled as your cheeks tinted pink and you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“You sound so cute, baby,” he teased, leaning in closer. “I wonder what other noises I can get you to make…”

His lips were mere inches from yours, and you were frozen in place. You wanted to back away but you also wanted to lean in. You wanted so much more but you knew you should stop. And yet, your words were stuck in your throat.

His index finger hooked into your panties, pushing them to the side, and that was when you suddenly found your voice and your muscles.

“Stop!” you cried as you shoved away from him. You scrambled off the bed and looked at his shocked expression, suddenly feeling awful. “I-I’m sorry. I just… I know this must be a dream because you’re an angel and you can’t do things like this, and I shouldn’t be dreaming of things like this with you and— Why am I even explaining this? It’s not real and you’re not real.”

“Exactly, none of this is real,” he nodded as he crawled across the bed toward you, “so it wouldn’t make a difference if we kept going, right?”

“I-I can’t,” you shook your head, stepping back until your back hit the wall. “It would be too much on my conscience. I couldn’t ever look him in the eye again.”

“But don’t you want to keep going?” his voice was sultry like the look he was giving you, one of his hands reaching out to grab your waist. “Don’t you want—“

You gasped, your eyes flying open as your alarm went off. You quickly sat up and shut it off before your eyes scanned the room. Nobody was there, but the blankets were off your body, and your pajama bottoms were gone when you were sure you put them on. You figured you must’ve gotten too hot in the middle of the night.

You got up, turned on the light, and got changed before leaving your bedroom. As you went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, Luhan appeared on the counter. You gasped and jumped back, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew he didn’t know about your dream but you were still embarrassed and averted your eyes.

Luhan was grumpy this morning because his plan failed, but seeing how flustered you were now made him smirk. He at least was a step closer now.

“How was your night?” he asked

“Fine,” you replied quietly as you stepped back toward the coffee maker.

“Did you sleep well?” he wondered. “Dream of anything?”

Your eyes widened as you softly cleared your throat and tried to hide the blush that was deepening on your face behind your hair, “U-um, no. Dreamless night again.”

Luhan sat back, licking his lips, “Thats good.”

[day thirty-one]

Just because Luhan was around didn’t mean you were any less clumsy. More often than not, Luhan spent his time catching you before you fell on your face or keeping you from chopping off your finger while making dinner.

But Luhan wasn’t with you 24 hours a day. You figured he must’ve had other responsibilities as an angel, so you didn’t expect him to always be around you. But when he wasn’t around, there wasn’t somebody there to keep you from maiming yourself.

Like now.

But with his perfect -- or shitty -- timing, Luhan appeared in your apartment not too much longer after your little incident. Since the living room was empty, he turned to go down the short hallway to your bedroom to find you. However, he stopped when he saw you on the floor with blood dripping from the side of your forehead.

“Oh fuck, _____!” he gasped as he got down beside you, holding your head as he examined where you’d hit your head off the corner of the wall. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I mopped the floor and I slipped,” you replied as if this was a normal occurrence.

“You’re bleeding!”

Luhan could’ve gotten up and gone to get a towel or something to clean the blood off of your skin, but he was kind of panicking a little. It wasn’t that he cared, he just didn’t expect to come into your place and see you on the floor with your head bleeding onto your shirt. So he did the first thing he thought to do: take off his shirt and dab at your wound with it to mop up the blood.

Despite the sting you felt, all you could focus on was Luhan’s bare torso. After the dream you had about him, you just...didn’t feel the same about him. You still liked him around and trusted him, but now you felt more intensely about him in a few ways. And having him shirtless in front of you and just a couple inches away, it was all you could think about.

“You’re gonna have to mop the floor again,” he chuckled. “On the bright side, it doesn’t seem bad enough to go to a hospital.”

Your eyes glued to his body, all you could do was hum in response.

[day thirty-four]

You really tried to control yourself. You didn’t want to be weird toward Luhan and you didn’t want to even make yourself feel dirty, but it was so difficult to not think about. Your dream about him was already bad enough, but now seeing him shirtless and so close to you while he took care of your head was…

Let’s just say, you were definitely in trouble.

Your imagination ran wild more often than not and you were afraid that Luhan was catching on. You had to do something about it because it was really suspicious how you found it hard to look him in the eyes. So you figured maybe it would be better to just...get your feelings out in a certain way. Maybe if you let yourself think about him, you could move past this weird feeling.

So you did.

While Luhan’s big plan was to make you trust him and lust after him, he didn’t think something as simple as taking his shirt off would help him with that. He didn’t even think anything had changed that day, but he was in for a big surprise when he appeared in your living room that day, realizing it was empty and figuring you were in your room.

“She better not have hit her—“

His grumbling was cut off by a soft moan of his name. He froze, eyes wide as he strained his ears to listen for more sounds. He could hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of your heat, the way your bed moved a little as you rocked your hips against your own hand, and every quiet moan and mewl you made. A smirk slowly formed on his face as he strolled up to your bedroom door, realizing now was his chance. He took off his jacket and dropped it carelessly in the hallway as he approached your door, silently opening it and peeking in to watch you.

Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself, imagining your dream with Luhan from the other night had gone father. You imagined your fingers were his as you pumped them faster, chasing your orgasm with flushed cheeks and quiet whimpers of his name. Your back arched just a little off the bed, and you—

Somebody grabbed your wrist and pulled your fingers out of yourself. You gasped, your eyes flying open to see Luhan smirking down at you as he brought your fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, tasting your arousal and moaning quietly.

“L-Luhan?” you asked in a quiet, shaky voice.

“Mm,” he removed your fingers from his mouth and leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I just want to join you. You’re so cute when you get yourself all worked up like that.”

You really didn’t want to tell him no. You wanted to pull him down on top of you right there, but you were too concerned about him. He was an angel. Wasn’t this against the rules? Wouldn’t he get in trouble? Then you’d never see him again.

“But what about—“

“Don’t worry about anything,” he shushed you softly as he crawled onto the bed, causing you to lean back farther and farther until he was above you. “I won’t get in trouble, I promise. My rules aren’t quite what you think.”

Finally, he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss that made your heart race. You weren’t really sure what to do with your hands — yes, you had kissed other people before but this was Luhan — but you found them pressing against his shoulders and pushing him off of you.

“Luhan, I can’t,” you insisted, unable to meet his eyes. “I want to, I swear I do, but what if you get in trouble?”

“What if I can make you a promise, then, hm?” he purred as he tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look up at him. “A deal, kind of.”

This was it. All it would take was the deal. It didn’t even matter if he took you right here if there was a deal involved. He could take you back with him if he wanted to and keep you as long as he pleased, making you wait as long as you made him wait. He could do anything with you and to you if you said yes.

He could drop his stupid charade if you said yes.

“A deal?” you asked in a quiet voice. “Like what?”

“If you give into this feeling you have for me, I can assure you that nothing bad will happen to me. There will be no repercussions for me for these actions. Sound good?” he asked, a soft smile on his face as he tilted his head slightly to one side.

You hesitated, thinking it over. Though, you couldn’t see any reason why Luhan of all people would lie.

“...Promise?”

“I promise.”

Slowly, you finally nodded, “Then...yes.”

“Perfect,” Luhan’s voice was just short of a growl, a smile spreading across his face. It would’ve seemed like any other smile if his eyes hadn’t suddenly gone pitch black, causing your eyes to widen as you sucked in a breath. But because it was Luhan, you didn’t scream or try to get away. You just stared at him with a small hint of fear in your eyes. He was a little surprised, but he remembered how you’d felt about him. “Of course you won’t run away from me. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly. You didn’t know what was going on, but you trusted Luhan.

He smirked, a hand stroking your hair back softly before his fingers gripped your hair roughly, making you let out a sharp gasp.

“Of course you do. Because you’re a naive little human. You’ve given all your trust to a demon who’s lied to you for over a month now.”

“D-demon?” the words barely fell passed your lips in a quiet squeak.

He nodded with a hum that almost sounded happy, “And now, because you’ve said yes to our ‘promise’, you’ve given me your soul. But don’t worry, _____, we’ll have a lot of fun.”

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