#underworldnet halloween writing event
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MASQUERADE — 00 LINE
pairing || 00 line x fem!reader
synopsis || it's your first halloween at this prestigious school and with it is your first annual halloween masquerade. it's elegance and classiness mixed with the spirits of the young and drunk — a party like no other. but there is one rule : do not remove your mask. easy enough in theory, but in practise you find yourself to be the only prey in a room full of predators.
content || mature, minors do not interact! alcohol consumption. explicit smut — gangbang, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumming inside, cunningulus, fingering, blowjob, doggy style, riding, double penetration (spitroasting), anal play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petplay, petnames, degradation and praise, dom/sub dynamics.
word count || 6.9k
author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day eight : costume.
“A bunny?” you scoff. “Really?”
“It was the only thing left in your size.” Shotaro explains. And in all honesty, it looks like the dress is two times smaller than anything you’ve worn before.
“I’m sure the fancy dress store would have had something better.”
“And I’m sure you know that this isn’t a party for five–year–olds. This isn’t fancy dress, it’s fancy dress. As a member of the committee, I can’t allow you into the party with me if you don’t follow the rules.”
“Maybe that’s the point,” you snatch the dress from his hands and throw it onto the bed. But you pick up the glamorous mask from the box he’d opened for you. This, at least, was something to admire.
A bunny mask, white with gems and lace dotted delicately across it with two white feathers poking from the top to act as ears.
“Come on,” he whines. “You promised you’d come this year.”
“I know I did but now that it’s a few hours away, I’m beginning to think it’s okay to break some promises.”
“You’d really break a promise with your best friend?” he gasps. It sounds like he’s only kidding when he fake sobs but it’s Shotaro and you know it means something to him deep down.
He’s your best friend, after all.
You tut and let out a quiet exhale.
“I’ll go,” you say to him. “But is there really nothing else I can wear?”
“I spent all day shopping to find your costume…” he pouts.
“Fine,” you huff. “Is there a reason I’m bunny?”
“Didn’t I tell you this year’s theme is animals?”
“I thought it was masquerade.”
“Every year is masquerade, dummie. But the theme changes every year, not many people go with the theme anyway. But I thought it would be fun for us to do it, since it’s your first time.”
“What’s your animal?” you ask him.
“I’m an otter.” He says with the biggest, dorkiest smile ever.
“An otter?”
“Yeah!” his eyes close up from how much he’s smiling and you can’t find it in yourself to question his choice further.
“This party’s a big deal, huh?” you mutter to yourself.
“I’ll pick you up at nine, ‘kay?”
You nod and wave him goodbye while he runs out of your room. You know in the few hours until the party, he’ll barely have enough time to get ready himself since he’s part of the committee.
Neither you or Shotaro were party people, but the annual Halloween masquerade is something he takes pride in — mainly because him and a bunch of his friends host it every year, but also because he loves the spooky season.
Though, you can imagine there’d be little festivities happening tonight.
With the kind of crowd at your college — a prestigious and expensive kind — the partygoers only care about drinking overpriced champagne and showing off their designer outfits.
It’s not that you never attended by your own choice. Shotaro invited you every year but last year you fell sick and the year before you were behind with assignments.
You feel worried, in a way. Sure, you’ve been to your share of parties. But this is the biggest party of the year. And your outfit seemed lame.
Tonnes of people go as bunnies, and the number of bunnies would be higher since the theme is animals. Oh well, you trust Shotaro’s choice.
You sigh as you look over the items on your bed.
The white dress, the embellished mask and a pair of white kitten heels — Shotaro knows you wouldn’t be able to handle stilettos for an entire night and you silently thank him for taking note.
You remind yourself to pay him in return for going shopping on your behalf as you get in the shower. Playing your favourite songs, you get ready with a bit of a lighter mood.
Since you’re wearing a mask, you don’t go too heavy on the eyes and instead focus on picking out the perfect shade of lipstick. And then you move onto your hair.
When you’re done, you slip into your dress, fumbling with the zipper as your arms reach around your back to pull it up. You put on your shoes and straighten yourself out in the mirror.
You look… beautiful.
White never looked so good on you.
No one in the entire campus has seen you show so much skin and you begin to tremble with bad nerves but a knock on your room door grounds you.
“You look amazing!” Shotaro looks you up and down with a huge smile.
He is donned in a brown tweed suit. His hair is slicked back and the upper half of his face is covered with a mask — rounded eyes and rounded ears and brown fur.
“Mr. Otter,” you greet him. “You’re late.”
“Only by two minutes,” he grins and picks up your mask before tying the ribbons around your head, making sure to not spoil your perfectly styled hair. “How are you feeling?”
“A little nervous, but I’m starting to feel excited.”
Although the pit of your stomach is a little wobbly, there is a thrilling sensation in your chest that outweighs it. it’s safe to say you’re not as reluctant as before now that Shotaro is here. He’s so happy to see you.
You can only imagine how excited he is for you to finally attend his party.
Maybe it’s the excitement of Shotaro escorting you, or the fact that it’s your first time going, but when you look in the mirror while he fixes your mask, you feel like a completely different person. And you like it.
Maybe just for one night, you could be someone else.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
Your hand slips into his naturally. “Yeah.”
“You remember the rule, right?”
“Don’t take off your mask.”
The party is everything you imagined it to be, and everything you didn’t imagine it to be.
You’re in awe at the sheer elegance of it.
Sure, you’ve heard many stories about it. You never attended but it was no doubt a hot topic of conversation for days afterwards and people began looking forward to next year’s party immediately.
As you stepped into the hall, it feels like a new age ballroom for modern teens.
Like the old days of high society somehow met with drunken teen spirit of the twenty–first century.
You would be lying to say you aren’t impressed when Shotaro asks you.
Staring up at the dazzling chandeliers, Shotaro’s arm slips from your hold as he hugs some random guy. You don’t recognise him because of the mask he’s wearing, but he’s all green. His suit a dark shade of emerald velvet while his mask is a few shades lighter with textured snake skin.
His smile, on the other hand, is charming and completely unalike to a snake.
They exchange chatter and you don’t pay attention to their words until Mr. Snake lays his eyes on you. His pretty smile widens to show a perfect set of teeth.
Before he can introduce himself, you’re met with a handful of girls who’ve been excited to see you since you announced to them you’d be at the party. They whisk you away and you give a sorry wave to Shotaro.
You didn’t want to leave him so early but he cheers you on with raised fists.
You’re rushed onto the dance floor but you want nothing more than to peel away from the crammed bodies. For a few moments, you blend in on the border of enjoying dancing but you’d need a few drinks to loosen up first.
You escape the grasp of sweaty bodies wrapped in expensive clothes and slip away to the side.
If the party is this hyper right now, you certainly don’t feel excited for how much louder it will get in a few hours.
But then again… tonight’s all about letting go, right?
It wouldn’t hurt to join in with the chaos for one night.
Everyone’s wearing masks and you can barely recognise who is who unless you know them personally.
There’s a hint of fun among all of this.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a gentle shiver runs down your spine. It’s thrilling. And you feel like everyone is watching — your body grows a little to elated to what you’re used to.
Backing away from the crowd, you walk over to the punch table.
You sniff it before drinking, registering a hint of alcohol hidden among the fruity taste.
If you wanted to get completely wasted, you’d have started with the champagne on the other side of the room but you settle with some surprisingly good punch for now.
You just needed easing up a little.
And it works pretty fast. Your shoulders slowly relax and the dancefloor doesn’t seem so daunting now.
You feel a timid buzz in your body and it becomes stronger when someone joins you at the punch table.
He leans his butt against it after pouring a cup and sips it while looking you up and down.
You feel yourself burst into flames under the gaze of… a bear?
“Bunny?”
You nod.
“Nice,” he smirks. “You’re missing a tail, though.”
You roll your eyes and sip your own drink while his eyes slip down your back to your butt where he would expect to see a plush ball of white fur. You didn’t think about it until now, but your mask and ears are enough to let others know what animal you are. A missing tail isn’t a big deal.
But the way Mr. Bear looks at your body is.
It’s a new feeling; you like it, but you also don’t.
Discomfort floods your body but at the same time, you don’t want the feeling to go away. You can feel the walls of your comfort zone breaking away little by little.
You sigh at the thought. You’re doing this for Shotaro, remember?
Speaking of, you glance around the room and spot him surrounded by a group of people. Always the social butterfly. You feel proud of him in a way, but it didn’t help that you’re too awkward to speak to anybody else in the room.
Small talk has never been your expertise.
“Enjoying the party?” Mr. Bear asks.
“Sure.”
“Just sure? Not this is the best party you’ve ever been to?”
“It’s not the worst,” you shrug.
He chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.
“You look like you don’t go to many parties.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you here?”
Now, who does he think he is interrogating you for no reason, hm? His bear mask is less than intimidating, but the smirk on his face when he sees you firing up is enough to unsettle your nerves.
He’s here to piss you off on purpose.
There’s no need to give him what he wants.
Just finish your drink and go to the dance floor, maybe find Shotaro and dance with him for a bit before leaving.
“It’s rude to ignore people. It would be a shame to see a cute, little bunny get into trouble with the big, bad bear.”
He scoots over to you as he says it and he makes sure to whisper it right into your ear.
You swallow, ignoring the way his breath floats over your skin and causes goosebumps to rise. You curse the dress for not being long enough to hide how your body reacts to him.
“Big and bad, my ass,” you scoff, hiding your nervousness with an attitude. “You’re as intimidating as my little toe.”
You roll your eyes. When is this loser going to leave?
“You here with anyone?”
“What?”
“Did you come here with a date or are you alone?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious if you had an invite.”
“First of all, I was invited. And secondly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my night breaking into some dumb party.”
“You sound angry,” he hisses. “Maybe you should leave if you don’t like it.”
“I would but some asshole bear keeps trying to talk to me.”
He’s silent for a moment before asking, “Who did you come with?”
Your grit your teeth. All the work the alcohol had done to relax you had failed the moment this pretentious ass came along.
“I came with Shotaro,” you tell him.
“Shotaro?” he laughs. “You gotta be kidding. Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Why not? Is it so hard to believe?”
“A little,” he admits, clearly becoming agitated with you. “How about I call him over so you can say it to him?”
“What are you—”
“Relax, Haechan” Mr. Snake appears in true snake fashion. He attempts to rub away the tension in Mr. Bear’s shoulders. “She’s with Taro. I saw them come in together.”
The bear bites back a remark and finally shuts up.
With the snake dude is another guy — dark hair and piercing eyes. It takes you a while but you realise his mask depicts a wolf.
“You’re YN, right?” he says. “Taro talks about you a lot.”
You nod silently.
“Shit… you’re YN?” Haechan brings his fist up to cover his mouth. You don’t know why he’s so shocked but him being stunned to silence works for you.
“I’m Jeno.” Mr. Wolf holds out his hand but you don’t take it.
He retracts it slowly and you look to Mr. Snake again.
“Jaemin,” he introduces himself. “And you know Haechan already, I see.”
The four of you fall into silence. After learning their names, you can’t say you know them. You don’t recall ever having classes with any of them.
“Are you enjoying the party?” Mr. Snake slash Jaemin asks.
“It’s fine,” you say plainly. “The company, however, is not.”
Your words cut through the air between you like a knife and you can tell they’re all taken aback. You’re not sure where this fieriness has come from but it feels exhilarating. Seeing them all look at you in surprise while at the same time, their eyes travel up and down your body.
Being set on fire by three different gazes is new but addicting.
You direct your attention to tracing the shape of the pumpkin on your cup of punch while they begin chattering to one another. It’s a little awkward and you’re about to leave before you’re knocked into.
Thankfully, your white dress doesn’t get stained but the white shirt of a tux turns red with the punch.
“Aww, man, my shirt!”
You step back immediately, not wanting any of the stains on you.
“I told you to watch it,” a familiar voice whines. Renjun appears donning a fox mask while patting down YangYang with some napkins. “Oh, hey YN. You look… good.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes stick on your body before looking away.
“Th–thanks…” you mutter.
Renjun is a quiet friend, but he always goes out of his way to speak with you. You have a few classes together and you get along well. But one thing you’ve always wanted to ask him is why he hangs out with YangYang so much.
Renjun is a sweet, calm and mature guy. YangYang is nothing but trouble. He’s loud and grabs attention wherever he goes. You try not to question their friendship much but as Renjun tries to clean the stain on the latter’s suit, you really wonder how their friendship came to be.
YangYang wears a mask with a pointed nose and eyes — an eagle.
Interesting choice.
Being surrounded by them all — all of whom are taller than you — makes you feel intimidated. They share glances between themselves; it’s awkward but no one says anything.
Renjun continues to help YangYang clean himself, Haechan starts whining again and thankfully, it’s not to you. And the other two, Jeno and Jaemin, deal with both Haechan’s annoyance and YangYang’s carelessness.
While they’re distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away and scour the floor for Shotaro. He’s further away now and you don’t look forward to fighting your way through the dancefloor to get to him.
You pull your phone from your purse and send him a quick text message. He checks his phone straight away and his eyes search for you as soon as he sees it and you give him a little wave. He smiles back in acknowledgement before his attention is stolen again.
The message reads: gonna head to the private room for a bit. I’ll come back soon
You head to the said room, looking back to ensure nobody saw you slipping through the back door of the hall and down the empty corridors of the building.
When you reach the room, you close the door quietly behind you.
The lights are already turned on, albeit dim. Somebody probably forgot to switch them off, maybe Shotaro.
He showed you his “secret” room a long time ago but you never visited it frequently until recently. He used it to plan for the party while you studied sitting next to him. No one else ever came when you were alone so you assume it’s an unused room.
Shotaro told you he sometimes comes here alone when he feels stressed, and asked for you to use it freely.
You collapse onto the soft couch; the plush, velvety material drags you deeper while you take off your mask and fling it onto the coffee table.
“So much for getting out of my comfort zone.”
You scroll through your phone until you’re bored and then spend the rest of your time laying in silence staring at the decorated ceiling.
Shotaro probably won’t have much time to come see you away from the party so you decide to head back.
But as soon as you stand, you hear voices growing louder. You stop a few feet away from the door, waiting for them to pass so you can leave only for the door to your room to swing wide open.
You jolt slightly, heart racing for some reason.
“Another shirt ruined. My mom’s going to kill me.” YangYang says as he enters first but stops in his tracks right in front of you.
The others bump into him subsequently.
“YN,” the wolf — Jeno — says. “What are you doing here?”
“I… I was just leaving.” You duck to the side to make a narrow escape but a big, tall bear stands in your way.
“Not so fast, little bunny. You know this is our room, right?”
You clench your jaw. What is it with this guy and trying to cause you problems?
“I didn’t know.”
“So you just go wandering into any room you like?”
“I…, no. Shotaro brought me here. He said I can use it whenever.”
“Oh, he did now?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Now, now children. Let’s not start getting into it again.” Jaemin says.
The others step further into the room and you try to leave again but Haechan still stands in your way.
“You gonna move or what?”
“Would you look at that?” he scoffs. “Bunny’s got a bite.”
If he doesn’t stop, you might actually bite him.
He steps closer and you stand up straighter when he looks down at you. He’s only inches away; he feels… addicting.
“Don’t act so brave, little bunny. Or the big, bad bear might gobble you up whole.”
You scoff.
“Not likely. The majority of a bear’s diet consists of vegetation.”
“Bunny’s got a brain, too.” Jaemin says from the couch. Your back is facing him so you don’t see him picking up the bunny mask you left on the table and waving it to the others. “But not a big one, apparently.”
The rest of them have settled comfortably in the room and before you know it, Haechan is grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to sit with them.
“What are you doing?!”
“Can’t let you go back out there when you’ve broken the rule. The little bunny needs to be punished.”
“What rule?” you huff. “Let go of me.”
You’re more than surprised when he places you in his lap. Freezing up immediately, your eyes widen but the rest of them act like this is just a normal day.
“Did Taro forget to tell you?” Renjun asks, and then explains, “You’re not allowed to take off your mask.”
“What—”
“Be quiet. You’re annoying me.” Haechan says.
And that’s exactly why he has you in his lap, isn’t it? Being stuck here is definitely a punishment.
They begin yet another conversation, complaining about how exhausted they all are from organising the party.
“Wait, you guys are on the committee?”
“Duh.” Haechan mutters beneath you.
“We all host the party with Shotaro,” Jeno explains. “Every year.”
You take in the information slowly. Maybe you should have thought twice before dissing the party to them earlier. No wonder the man beneath you got so pressed.
Stuck in your thoughts, you fall into silence again before a tickle against your leg stirs you. Jaemin’s fingers trace little patterns into your skin. He meets your eyes briefly before giving his attention back to the others as if nothing happened.
They continue talking but you feel both Haechan and Jaemin growing closer to you.
Haechan’s breath flutters over your skin. He places his chin on your shoulder and teases you ear with his lips. Your too stunned to comprehend his whispers and Jaemin snakes his way closer to you.
The others are watching as the two slowly break down your walls and every nerve in your body is on high alert.
Jaemin’s hand travels past the hem of your dress and you gasp as Haechan’s lips finally touch your skin. He’s soft, gently breathing onto the skin of your neck before biting down.
“Ah!” you yelp.
Your body is hot while the others watch Jaemin rubbing your thighs and Haechan leaving marks all along your shoulder.
“What are you doing?” you whisper.
“Hm? Don’t you like this?”
You bite your lips. You do, but it feels so wrong to admit it.
The desperation takes over, and you nod eagerly. This punishment doesn’t seem bad at all.
“Use your words, bunny. Tell us you want it.”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“You. I want all of you.”
“Fuck…” you hear Jeno chuckle behind you. “Who knew Taro’s girl was this desperate?”
“I…I’m not…”
“Don’t give us that crap,” YangYang butts in. His legs are spread wide on the couch and his arms across the back of it. “Why don’t you come over here?”
“Hey, I had her first!” Haechan whines.
“Fuck you. You’ve had her all this time. You wanna know how hard my dick is from watching?”
“Not my problem.” Haechan says and grabs you by the cheeks, slamming his lips onto yours.
Your mouth opens to his immediately, letting him inside and you feel warmth in every part of you, especially in your core. You rub your thighs together, fidgeting in his lap and ensuring you rock your ass against his hardening cock.
Jaemin is exploring you with him. His hands have snuck under your dress, cupping your ass while he attacks your neck with his lips.
His mask grazes against your jaw and his dark eyes look to you through narrow slits.
There’s something exhilarating about his face being hidden, all of theirs. Maybe it was a good thing you were the only one to break the rule.
Haechan lifts your hips and situates you exactly how he wants.
Your ass presses right onto his dick while Jaemin helps him spread your legs wide on either side of him. He drops to his knees, kissing his way up from your ankles to your inner thighs.
His lips tickle you and your core tenses.
“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He notions towards your white, lacey panties.
You nod, swallowing nervously as he peels them away. You can feel the arousal on the material when it parts from you.
“Fuck, you’re so wet…”
“Of course, she is,” Haechan kisses your neck. “She’s a slutty little bunny. Ain’t that right?”
He nudges you and you nod quickly.
One of his hands cups your breast while the other pulls your dress up, holding it against your stomach so no obstacles are left for Jaemin.
“You sure you want this?” Jaemin asks. You appreciate his sentiment but you’re too desperate for his niceties.
“Yes, please…just touch me!”
A filthy grin finds its way to his face before he dips his head and attaches his lips to your pussy.
“Ah!” you whimper.
Your back presses into Haechan as it arches and your ass grinds against his cock while you rock your hips back and forth against Jaemin’s face. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight around his neck while he licks and sucks.
He drags his teeth over your clit gently, causing you to cry out from the feeling. And then he rubs his tongue up and down, electrifying your entire body.
You feel your orgasm approaching when he shoves two fingers into your pussy with ease. You’re so fucking wet and he spreads you open while tasting your sweet essence.
Pleasure hits you, blinding your senses and your body trembles in Haechan’s embrace. You’re gasping and crying, begging for Jaemin to not stop and finally your hips stop moving.
You collapse onto Haechan and catch your breath. Upon opening your eyes, you see them all staring at you with mouths wide open.
“You sound so pretty…” Renjun mutters.
Some of them stroke their boners over their slacks, others watch quietly, waiting for the next move.
“My turn.” Haechan flips you onto the couch. Your shoulders meet the cushions while your ass bends upwards. You shuffle into a more comfortable version while Haechan rips off his belt and pulls out his cock.
He hisses when he strokes it a few times.
“God, you’re so hot…” he whispers. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
You moan into the cushions while he prods your entrance.
“Wait,” Jeno calls.
“The fuck do you want?”
You turn your head to see Mr. Wolf reaching into his pocket and making his way to you. He talks directly to you, ignoring Haechan completely.
“Now’s a good time to tell you about the little gift Shotaro bought you.”
He reveals a fluffy white ball. You’re not sure of its purpose at first until you see the rounded metal hidden beneath all the fur.
Your eyes widen in shock.
“Shotaro got me that?!”
“He pussied out last minute and gave it to me instead. But it was meant for you.”
“Why the hell would he give it to you?” Renjun asks and Jeno shrugs while the others laugh.
You swallow grimly, eyes not leaving the toy.
“How about we give our bunny a tail?” Haechan grins.
His voice is so sickeningly annoying but you can’t get enough of it.
“What do you say?”
You purse your lips in thought.
Did Taro really get you that?
What did he mean by it?
Does he… want to have sex with you? Or was it only meant to as an accessory to your costume?
You don’t have time to think about it and you brush the notions away quickly with a nod.
“Bunny wants a tail.” You whine cutely, pouting your lips as you look up at him.
You hear one of them groan and Haechan grabs handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting between them. His fingers rub gently, spreading his spit.
Meanwhile, Jeno bends down to your level.
“Open wide.”
You part your lips and stick out your tongue, letting the saliva dribble. He rubs the metal part of the ball up and down, coating it in saliva before ordering you to suck on it. Whispers of curses fill the room as you make the most needy face you can while sucking on the toy.
“Good girl,” Jeno strokes your hair, tickling your scalp with his fingers.
The plug pops from your mouth Haechan holds you open while Jeno slips it in your ass.
“Relax, baby,” he rubs your body to ease. “There we go. Almost there.”
He teases it in and out of your hole until you’re ready to take it fully and then he pushes it in. You whine from the sensation but the feeling of being filled is incredible. You shake your ass teasingly and both of them grab it, leaving a red mark from a slap.
Haechan wastes no time in fucking you. He pushes into your pussy, guiding your hips onto him with eagerness. His cock spreads you open and he stutters vocally.
“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…”
You whine in response and push your hips back and forth with him, allowing him to dive in deeper. Your walls wrap around him and he stills for a moment when he’s fully situated.
“Fuck, Haechan!” you cry. “Feels so good.”
“Baby, I’m not even doing anything.” He chuckles and the others laugh with him. “You’re such a little bunnywhore, ain’t ya? So desperate for my cock.”
“Yes!” you cry out. “Please, Haechan, want you to fuck me so good.”
“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.”
“Please! Fuck me real good, Haechan. Wanna be fucked like a little whore!”
He drags his cock out slowly before slamming back in.
“What a slutty little bunny.”
You moan into the cushions, not caring if they become covered with your drool and makeup. You can only feel Haechan’s cock driving in and out of you and the heated gaze of everyone else on the two of your bodies.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” Haechan says and you clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock over your ass. His hot cum hits you in spurts and you wiggle your hips side to side while he groans and empties his load on you.
“Fucking perfect…” he whispers and falls onto the couch.
“Who’s next?” Jeno asks.
You rise up on trembling arms and all of them are silent, but expectant. You crawl over to the one closest to you, Renjun.
He seems nervous, swallowing loudly when you touch him.
“Renjun…?”
“You… you don’t have to YN.”
“But I want to.”
You kiss his ears, his neck, his lips. Your hands sneak under his blazer and trace his hard body over his shirt. He nods shyly.
“What do you want me to do?” you ask softly.
“You…” he gasps and throws his head back when you squeeze his cock. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”
You fall to the floor immediately, held warmly between his legs and he helps you remove his cock from his boxers and pants.
You stroke him gently, feeling him harden even more.
An experimental lick swipes its way up his cock and you eye him, watching him unravel from the warmth of your tongue. When you reach the tip, you take him past your lips. Little by little, teasing him and admiring the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.
You make sure to stick out your ass for the others while you suck Renjun’s cock and in no time, his cock hits the back of your throat from his hips thrusting up.
“God, YN!” he moans.
You suck tighter, bob your head faster and when you see his fists tightening by his side, you remove him from your mouth completely.
“Ah!” he gasps loudly. He reaches for his cock to reach his high but you hold them back. “YN, please!”
“Don’t you want to cum inside your little bunny?” you whisper.
He stares at you, mesmerised.
“Renjunnie… cum inside me… please?””
He nods gently.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
You bite your lips, telling him that it’s more than fine. You want nothing more than to be filled up with him, with all of them.
To your side, YangYang has his cock out, stroking it up and down while his head rests on the back of the couch watching you. Haechan is still blissed out but watching intensely and the other two sit quietly, waiting for you to finish with their friend.
You climb onto his lap, a thigh on either side and press your lips to his while sinking down in his cock. He moans into your mouth and you mix them with your own. He holds you nervously, unsure where to touch you as you rock back and forth on his cock.
His fingers dig into your side and you reach a hand between your bodies, meeting with your needy clit. You rub circles, causing you to clench around his cock and the feeling of his cum spurting into you tosses you over the edge.
You bounce quickly, not wanting to slow down the orgasm anymore and allow yourself to be taken over with another. All the while, Renjun moans and moans until he’s fully spent inside of you.
You feel your ass clenching around the tail and you feel so full being stuffed again and again.
Renjun is on the border of passing out and you jump from him.
YangYang reaches his arm out to grab you but you find it entertaining to tease him and you slip from his grasp, making your way to Jaemin and Jeno.
“Hey, bunny,” Jeno smiles.
You smile sweetly, wobbling on your weak legs and he pulls you into his lap.
“How about we take her together?” he asks Jaemin.
“Sounds good to me.”
He lifts you with ease and lays you gently on the couch they were sitting on. He gives your tail a little tug, causing you to yelp but you all giggle together after.
“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are tonight?” Jaemins strokes your cheeks.
You shake your head, melting into his touch.
“Hm, we could tell her,” Jeno suggests. “Or we could show her.”
You whine, feeling your pussy flutter with excitement as if it hadn’t already had enough.
“I think she wants us to show her.” Jaemin smiles and you feel yourself drift to cloud nine when they both look down at you between them.
Jeno places himself between your legs, pressing a long kiss to your ankles before placing them on his shoulder. Jaemin, on the other hand, unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. He lets it hang freely, waiting for you to grab it.
A groan escapes him and his knees tremble when you begin stroking. You pull him closer, letting your tongue taste his precum.
“Ah! Fuck, bunny. You’re such a good girl.”
You squeal when you feel Jeno pressing his cock into your sopping hole. Your pussy flutters around him as he pushes his way in. You’re so overwhelmed yet you keep wanting more.
You take all of Jaemin into your mouth, moving your head as much as you could in this position and Jeno thrusts deeper, slow and hard.
You moan around Jaemin’s cock, vibrations running through his body and when he can’t take it anymore, he grabs a handful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth.
His cock hits the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to distort the image of the two men using you like their personal fleshtoy.
Fuck, you feel so hot.
Your core is so tense and you can feel every ridge of Jeno’s cock in your pussy. He slams harder, faster, pace picking up and rhythm growing messy. He’s close.
“Fuck!” you mumble around Jaemin’s cock.
They both groan, griping onto anything they can and you’re about to cum all over Jeno’s cock when he pulls out. You whine but he uses his fist to empty his load all over your pussy.
Your muscles twitch endlessly and Jaemin pulls out of your mouth only to push Jeno out of the way and replace him inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he groans. “But so fucking cute.”
He thrusts into you and you let your entire body relax in his hold. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the exposed skin of your chest and neck, using his hands to grope your tits.
Your walls flutter around him and you feel the sting of pleasure once again.
“Harder!” you cry.
He heeds your demand and fucks you relentlessly, letting his cum spill freely in your pussy.
“Oh my god!”
You cum together and everyone groans with you. Your head digs into the couch and your hips rise up to meet Jaemin’s until he holds you both still together, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.
He shushes you and guides your breathing until you’ve come down from your high once more.
Then he takes your hand and lifts you into an upright position, placing a gentle kiss on you’re forehead.
“Did so well, bunny. You okay?” he asks gently.
You nod, slowly and completely exhausted.
Everyone has collapsed onto their backs, letting the couches swallow them whole.
It must have been quite the show.
For all but one.
“Got one more for me?” YangYang smirks.
You crawl over to him, collapsing on his lap with your thighs on either side. His cock is already out and he’s lining it up with your entrance immediately.
He leaves a small kiss in the crook of your neck before sinking you down on his cock.
You rest your head on his shoulder while he lifts your hips up and down on his lap.
“Oh, my god!” he groans. “Waited so fucking long but it was worth it.”
You don’t register how fast he’s slamming you on his cock, nor how hard his fingers dig into your flesh but you use whatever energy still existing in your body to move your thighs.
“That’s right, bunny. Show me how good you can bounce.”
His words spur you on and the raspiness in his voice elates your heartbeat despite it being impossible to beat any faster.
You feel yourself clench one more time and you spill all of your juices onto him. It’s too much, you can’t hold anything back despite having nothing left to give.
“Fuck, she’s squirting!”
YangYang lifts his hips up when he brings you down on him and you feel him reaching even deeper.
“Ah!” you cry. “Too much!”
“Finally had enough?” he growls into your ear.
You nod desperately.
“Can’t take my cock anymore?”
“It’s too good!”
“Fuck, do you want me to stop or not?”
“No! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
YangYang thrusts harder and he bites into your shoulder. You’re amazed at how your dress was able to stay on this whole time but it slips down further and further, not exposing your chest fully but showing just enough of your tits to drive them all crazy.
One look at them bouncing is enough make YangYang lose all of his control.
“Ah! I’m cumming!” you cry, letting one more, and hopefully the last, orgasm wash over you.
“Fuck! Me too!”
His hips tremor when he pushes himself balls deep in you. They remain flush against your pussy until you feel his cum stop pouring out.
And when he pulls out, his cum drips out of your pussy and back onto his softening cock.
They all groan as you fall to the side, spreading your legs to show them how all of their cum decorates your body.
You’re so fucking messy, sweaty and covered in cum but you don’t care.
All of you sit quietly for a while, not a word spared between you until you’ve caught your breath and attempt to sit upright.
Jaemin and YangYang aid you and help you stand on wobbling legs.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so…” you gasp as you feel the cum dribble down your legs.
“That was fucking amazing…” Haechan says.
And the others agree with him. Renjun just hums in his blissed out state while YangYang strokes your thighs from behind.
“You were amazing. How did you even handle all of that?”
“Because she’s such a good bunny.” Jeno teased but leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek, and Jaemin beings you some tissues and helps you start wiping yourself.
Only now do they remove their masks and it feels refreshing to finally see their handsome faces.
Your entire body trembles gently while they take care of you, making sure to compliment you at any second they get. But a loud click catches everyone’s attention and your body jolts when the door opens.
Terrified of being caught, you grab onto Jaemin and pull him in front of you, but you freeze upon seeing who entered the room.
“Shotaro…” you gasp and pull down your dress as if it would hide the fact that you just fucked all of his friends.
“YN?”
He looks somewhat disheartened as he walks deeper into the room. Music still beats through the walls and your heart hammers with it.
As he gets closer, you see his eyes swim with emotion. And to your surprise, his entire demeanour changes from his usual softness to something dark and dominating. You’ve never seen him like this before but the numbness in your body slowly fades, replacing itself with excitement.
The room is silent as he guides your chin upwards to look him in the eyes.
His warm fingers caress your cheeks and as he stares deep into your soul, his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you so close to him that you can’t escape.
“Looks like someone’s been a bad bunny.”
#✧ jella writes#✧ jella's fics#nct x reader#nct 00 line smut#nct smut#haechan x reader#nct jaemin x reader#nct jeno x reader#nct renjun x reader#yangyang x reader#shotaro x reader#haechan smut#nct jaemin smut#jeno smut#renjun smut#yangyang smut#underworldnet halloween writing event
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PHANTOM
PAIRING — san x reader
GENRE — smut, paranormal, ghost au, ghost!san, masquerade au, aristocrat!reader, fem!reader, dom!san, sub!reader
WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, public sex, paranormal sex, sexual language
WORD COUNT — 812
SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s halloween writing event day three, haunted
The orchestral music was uptempo and loud, overwhelming the sounds of laughter and talk. There was so much happening within the expanse of the ballroom, so much celebration and commotion. All of the royals, nobles, and the rest of the elites were there, dressed above and beyond in extravagant attire, ornately detailed masks upon all of their faces. You were supposed to be out there in the midst of the sea of masked faces, doing your duty as the first born daughter of a nobleman. You were supposed to be seeking for suitors, making connections and alliances, establishing yourself. But you weren’t where you ought to have been.
Your back was pressed into the marble wall of a hallway that offset the center of the ballroom. It wasn’t offering complete seclusion, but it shielded you enough. At least you hoped it did. Not that you really could muster up the will to care, not when pleasure dumbed down any ability to be reasonable.
Sharp teeth sank into your neck just as firm hands dug into your hips, their grip strong enough for you to feel them plunging into the flesh of your hips. “You make it so easy for me to have you, to take you.”
His voice was deep and every word punctuated, his breath cold against your skin. You moaned, and spurred on by his words and the sharp snaps of his hips, you tightened your legs around his waist to urge him faster.
He lifted his head to look at you, face shielded by an elaborate black mask. All you could see was a devilish smirk and dark obsidian eyes. “You are so eager to cum around my cock, it’s as if you do not even care about all those people that are just nearby, close enough that one wrong move could reveal you to them,” he said smugly, one of his hands rising to tug at your mask slightly. “Your mask could not shield who you are. They’d find you just like this, back against the wall and legs spread as you find pleasure in the most wicked of ways. My, what would they think?”
The small and almost muted voice of reason in the back of your mind reminded you of the multitude of people just on the other side of this corner. If anyone were to spot you, they’d find you just as he said, but they would not see him. They’d only see you, fucked out and suspended against the wall as if you were floating. If they only knew that you were being fucked by a ghost, finding pleasure by the very phantom that haunted the inner courts of the castle and preyed on the souls within.
San — you were unsure of what his actual name could be, you only knew him by the name he offered to you — was never supposed to be more than just a tale. But he was, and he was every bit the dark spirit the stories portrayed him to be, but none of them ever warned of his devilish charm. No one ever mentioned how easy it was to fall into his trap.
You whimpered. “Please, before someone sees —”
“With the way your cunt is gripping me, my dear, you don’t seem to opposed to the idea of someone finding us.” San’s voice was smug and arrogant, and he kept his same pace, keeping you at a steady build to your release. He was in no hurry. He always took his time with you, his little toy.
Your hands gripped at his collar, and if you weren’t so dumb with pleasure you would wondered how you were even able to touch him, or how he was even able to fuck you like this. But any thoughts were preoccupied with the need for release, preferably soon before you went insane and before someone spotted you. “Oh god, please, I beg of you!”
San snickered and inched his face closer. His eyes were an endless black, and you felt like every ounce of your soul was being sucked into their depths. “My dear, god will not help your wicked soul now.”
The ball continued on, everyone so oblivious to the debauchery happening within the hall. Your screams and moans were unhinged, only covered by the lively music. The chaos that would have ensued if they found you, and they could have done so easily if they only paid attention. But for now you took advantage of their lack of awareness and allowed yourself to crumble in the arms of the embodiment of sin.
And when he left you, used and too fucked out to move, he took more of your soul with him. And no matter how much he took from you, you would always offer more, too deeply entangled in this trap to escape the phantom that haunted you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — i almost didn’t think i’d find the time to post this before the day ended, but i did it! it’s cutting it pretty close but it’s still day three for me lmao. it’s short, but hope you still enjoyed. as always, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! :)
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𝐷𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑆: 10/24 — 10/31
within the underworld resides the dead, and there is no better time for the nonliving than halloween. spooky season is upon us, and to celebrate, underworldnet is hosting a halloween writing event.
there will be eight spooky themed prompts for each day leading up to halloween. fanfiction pieces can be nsfw or sfw (nsfw pieces must have sensitive content under a read more cut and provide proper warnings!). every piece written for the event must include “underworldnet halloween” within the post, as well as include what specific day/prompt the piece is for. make sure to tag the net as you usually would when posting.
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑂𝑁𝐸 — trick or treat
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝑊𝑂 — full moon
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 — haunted
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅 — potions
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸 — midnight
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑆𝐼𝑋 — mythical creatures
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 — afterlife
𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 — costume
as the dates above suggest, this event begins on 10/24 and will end on halloween day, 10/31.
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the chains that bind ; j.wy
synopsis: catching jung wooyoung was a hard job, but keeping him in place was even harder.
contains: ghoul!wooyoung, ccg!reader, f!reader, profanities, smut (warnings under the cut!), some yandere behavior, possessive wooyoung, mentions of fwb, choking (non-sexual), mentions of weapons, breaking inside of reader's home, manipulation, please lmk if i missed anything!
wc: 3,5k
note: this was originally meant for the @/underworldnet's halloween event lol but here i am now 🕺i highk don't like it but i gotta do what i gotta do. this is the type of fic i've never really written(??) but it was a rollercoaster ride.
part 01 | part 02
smut warnings: double penetration, oral (m receiving??), fingering (f receiving), tentacle/kagune fucking, dubcon(?? i mean he manipulates her kinda), choking (sexual), hair pulling, degradation, pet names (princess), overstimulation, restraining(??), spanking, lmk if i missed anything!
“Done fucking Jongho?” Wooyoung’s bitter voice cut through the air from between the electric metal bars, pulling your attention.You and Jongho were close friends, with a few benefits here and there. He paid for your lunch and later on you were riding his dick, delivering the pleasure you two were craving. This has been going on for months now, and a special someone noticed it, giving him a bitter taste in his mouth.
You looked at him with an unreadable expression, holding eye contact with the ghoul. “I can smell him on you,” he felt his back burning, his kagune threatening to pierce through his scarred skin. You scoffed, turning around to write something into his file. “Whore,” he mumbled under his breath.
“I heard that.”
“Why do you even sleep with him?” he asked with a bite in his tone. “I don’t know what you like about him.”
Turning around, you asked, “Jung Wooyoung, are you jealous? Because I don’t get why you keep talking to me about whether I sleep with Jongho or not. What we had going on is in the past, and the men I sleep with now are none of your business.” Wooyoung didn’t let a single tone fall out of his mouth, but his expression told you enough, he wasn’t pleased with your behavior one bit.
You didn’t realize that you'd stepped closer to the metal bars while you talked, until Wooyoung grabbed you by the collar of your uniform, pulling you towards him, your nose just a hair’s breadth away from the electric bars. “It’s all of my business when I know that I fuck you better than anyone,” he hissed against your lips, one of his kagunes springing out of his back and wrapping around your neck. You felt hot, your mouth falling slack as the sticky, wet limb tightened around your throat. “Fuck, (Y/N),” the blonde ghoul groaned, feeling his pants tighten, “let me out of this cage.”
Suddenly the door flung open and you felt two strong hands grab you by the shoulders and pull you off the ghoul. As soon as your neck got freed from his grasp, you gasped and clung onto Jongho. “Are you okay?” his soft voice filled your ears, putting you at ease. You nodded, tear stained cheek squished against his hard chest. “Come on, let’s go.”
Thankfully it was the end of your shift, so Jongho and you could go home undisturbed. The cold October air was biting at your reddened cheeks while you walked down the street with Jongho by your side. Your thick uniforms were doing little to nothing at keeping you warm. “I can’t wait for our new winter uniforms to arrive,” you sighed as you rubbed your gloved hands together, the thin material creating some type of friction. Jongho just hummed and looked around at all the Halloween decorations in the shops. Halloween was already in a day and everyone was running around to buy the sweets they could give the kids who would come to ring their door bell. “I still have to buy sweets, oh my god.” You grabbed Jongho’s warm hand with yours and dragged him into the nearest store.
The moment you stepped foot into your apartment, Jongho had you pressed against the door, slotting his lips against yours. Both of you were pulling and pushing at each other’s clothes. Jongho let his lips wander downward, kissing and licking all over your neck. You gasped as you felt him sucking a mark onto your collarbone.
Jongho grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your bedroom. With each step you took, you let a piece of your uniform fall onto the carpeted floor, Jongho’s clothes joining yours.
With a soft hand on your back, he pressed you down onto the bed, cheek falling against your soft comforter. “Jongho,” you whine, voice slightly muffled and back arching as his hand wanders upwards, grasping the back of your neck.
The night passed with soft moans and whispers exchanged between you and Jongho, tangled in the sheets.
In the morning, the soft rays of sunlight shone onto your face, waking you up from your sweet slumber. You could hear Jongho’s soft snores next to you, his built back turned to you. Turning around, you draped your arm over the man’s shoulder, slightly pulling him into your naked chest. His eyes fluttered open as he felt your warm hand on his shoulder, leaning into your touch. “Good morning,” you hummed into his ear, laying a soft kiss on the shell of his ear. All you got was a nod from the man, mind still hazy from sleep. “I’ll take a quick shower and prepare breakfast, yeah?”
After eating and cleaning up, Jongho got ready to go to his own home, bidding you a great day with a kiss on the cheek. Closing and locking the door behind yourself, you made your way to your living room, taking the sweets you bought yesterday. With a bowl at your side, you started preparing the sweets so it would be easier for the kids to take them when they would ring your door tonight.
And when the late evening finally hit and the sky turned dark, the kids started running around the city, calling trick or treat everywhere. A wide smile painted your face when you opened the door to the small kids holding out their cute little buckets, in hopes of getting handfuls of sweets. “Trick or treat!” The kids all yelled in unison, all wearing various costumes.
“Oh, did you guys scare me!” You gasped, holding your hand to your chest in mock fear. Grabbing the sweets you had prepared earlier, you threw two into each bucket. “Now go scare the others,” you shooed them off with a smile on your face.
Just as you were about to close the door behind the kids, a foot suddenly lodged itself in the doorframe. The smile on your face fell, instead being replaced by an expression of pure shock. “Trick or treat.” His cocky smirk made you shiver, and before you could smash it into his face again, he had already shoved you back inside, door closed and locked behind him. With stuttering breaths, you quickly ran into your bedroom, pulling the drawer open. You took the gun that was laying in it and pointed it to the ghoul who was hot on your heels.
“Don’t move,” you warned, looking into his dark eyes. The low chuckle that left his chest made your skin crawl. “Or I’ll shoot.”
“Oh, come on, you always have to kill the fun, right?” he said, a mocking tone in his words. “I just want to play with you.” In between his words, he tested the waters by slightly stepping closer, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Wooyoung.”
“Okay, okay, I won’t come any closer.” The ghoul lifted his hands and stepped backwards. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you two stood in tense silence. But Wooyoung had other plans. He wanted to go under your skin, take you off-guard. He asked, “How was Jongho today? Did he make you cum? Doesn’t look like it, seeing how tense you are.” He could hear your heartbeat quicken. “Give me one more chance, (Y/N), and I’ll give you the best night of your life.” The anger that built up in him as soon as he got a whiff of that disgusting smell when he opened the door was indescribable.
You took a cautious step back as you noticed the change in his demeanor, shoulders tense and eyes dark, the slight red of his iris peeking from under the brown. Suddenly, one Wooyoung’s kagunes shot out of his back, one of the tentacle-like limbs wrapping itself around your wrist, making the gun drop into Wooyoung’s hand. “Fuck you and that dude Jongho,” he seethed against your face, now only mere inches away from you. “You are a whore, a slut. Going around and fucking men who aren’t me.” Your breath hitched as you tried to pull your wrist out of his grasp, to no avail. One of his tentacles wrapped around your ankles hoisting you up. A groan ripped itself out of your chest as you fell into your bed, Wooyoung climbing on top of you. “Fuck you,” he groaned as he took both of your hands in his and pinned them above your head. “Come on, let me show you, huh? Let me make you feel good, yeah?” The sudden change of pitch in his voice made a shiver run through your spine as he whined into your neck, letting his sharp teeth graze your skin. He could feel his pants tighten when he heard your breath pick up, struggling to hold back the urge to grind his growing hard-on into you.
“Wooyoung,” you whispered, struggling to get out of the ghoul’s grasp. A choked gasp left your lungs as you felt him nip at the soft skin of your neck. “Wooyoung, please,” you whined, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.
The blonde let one of his hands travel down your arm to your neck, grabbing it, but not squeezing it. “Yeah?” he asked, breath fanning against your lips. Wooyoung knew just how to push your buttons and make you yearn for him, and it scared you. He laid a soft kiss at the corner of your lips, making you chase his lips unconsciously. “Tell me, (Y/N). What do you want?” He asked, voice deeper and eyes darker than usual. Your eyes moved away from Wooyoung’s intense gaze, making him tut at you, a smug smirk stretched on his lips. “Ah, ah, ah, princess, look at me when I talk to you.” You felt the hand that was on your neck grab your chin and make you look at him.
It was working. He knew it. You knew it.
“Wooyoung, please,” you whined, pulling at his thick sweater. A choked sob raked through your chest as you felt Wooyoung’s fingers close around your neck. “I want it, Wooyoung, please.” The tears that had gathered around your eyes started spilling, wetting your hairline.
“What do you want? Tell me, precious,” he mumbled, laying a soft kiss onto your forehead.
“You,” you gasped when he let go of your throat, “you, I want you, Wooyoung!” Suddenly, all four tentacles shot out and pinned both your arms and legs to the mattress, a startled squeak leaving your lips. The way Wooyoung kissed you made you lose your breath, you had never received such passion from him. It didn’t take a heartbeat for you to kiss him back with as much passion. All feelings of guilt left your senses as you felt Wooyoung grind into you, feeling his hard-on pressing into you. His sharp teeth grazed your lower lip, softly biting into the skin and breaking the skin ever so slightly, causing your breath to hitch. “Woo,” you whined into his lips, a smirk stretching onto them as he sat up, hips slotted against yours. .
His hands found the hem of your flimsy shirt, pushing the it up to your chin, Wooyoung’s eyes widening at the sight. “Since when did you have your nipple pierced?” he whispered, thumb swiping over the warm metal on your right nipple.
“A few months ago–” your answer got cut short by a high pitched moan when Wooyoung pinched your nipple, hard.
“And you didn’t even show me,” he pouted, letting go of your nipple and lowering his face towards it. “You really should’ve told me about it, I love it.” With that, he took your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the metal. The shiver that ran through your body shook you to the core, a choked whine tumbling from your lips. When Wooyoung parted from your pierced nipple, he blew onto it, the cold blow of his breath cooling off the piercing, slick with his spit, pulling a sharp hiss out of you. “I bet Jongho really liked it, didn’t he?” You knew that he asked it out of spite.
Of course he knew that Jongho would love it. “H-he told me to– ah!” A loud slap echoed through the small room. There was now a big, red mark of Wooyoung’s hand on your right tit, the stinging pain spreading through your whole body.
The ghoul’s rough hand grabbed your face, pulling you up to face him. Hands still bound by his kagune. “I will make sure he never lays a fucking hand on your body,” he seethed against your lips and let you fall on the bed again. His hands gripped your hips, flipping you onto your stomach, his appendages assisting in turning you over. “I will ruin you,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “I will ruin you so bad, you won't ever be needing dick from another man.” A loud gasp ripped out of you as Wooyoung ripped your shorts and immediately cupped your cunt. “Fuck, no panties? (Y/N), you are spoiling me,” he groaned loudly, letting his finger trace soft circles around your clit. His free hand snaked around your hips to pull them up so your back would be nice and bent for him. “And already so wet.” You let out a drawn-out moan as he put pressure onto your clit. “Gonna take me like the good slut you are, yeah? Gonna get you nice and open first.”
Wooyoung pushed one of his fingers inside of you and started fingering you open, the glide of his fingers comfortable due to your arousal. “Wooyoungie—” you whined into your hand, squirming, looking at him from over your shoulder, wanting more from him. “More,” how could he say no to that face?
With a sigh, he pushed a second finger inside of your cunt, curving them the way you like it the most. It scared you, it really did, the way he still knows how to pleasure you the best way possible. Not long after, a third finger followed the other two, making you whine loudly and clench around him. His thumb found your neglected clit and started rubbing it in slow circles. You shoved your face into your pillows, silencing your moans and cries for the ghoul. A startled yelp left your lips as Wooyoung’s free hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head up. “I wanna hear ‘em,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your heated skin. A sharp gasp was ripped from your lungs when you felt Wooyoung’s fingers prod against your g-spot, hips twitching and writhing in pleasure. While you were drowning in pleasure, you didn’t notice one of the ghoul’s kagunes slither up your spine and poke at your lower lip. Letting your jaw fall slack, you welcomed the warm limb into your mouth. “Fuck,” Wooyoung whispered as he continued to finger your cunt. “You wanna cum, princess? Wanna cum on my finger while you choke around me?” You moaned around the limb as your thighs started shaking. “Come on, do it.”
As soon as the words left Wooyoung’s lips, your orgasm came crashing onto you. The limb in your mouth continued to fuck your throat as Wooyoung fingered you through your orgasm. Tears were freely running down your cheeks as overstimulation burned your skin, Wooyoung’s touch igniting a fire in you.
Wooyoung suddenly pulled away from you, the warmth of his body leaving you. It didn’t take long for Wooyoung to be back, completely undressed and a vice grip on your hips. You could already feel the flesh of your hips burn with the strength Wooyoung was grabbing onto you, making sure that bruises would be left behind. His touch made you feel impatient, hips pressing against his, feeling the hard cock you’ve all but missed. “Wooyoungie,” you whined, “please, I need you– ah!” A red handprint started blooming on the round of your ass as Wooyoung soothed the sore spot. Your breath hitched when four appendages slid over your torso and lifted you up, pressing your back against Wooyoung’s chest. You held your breath when Wooyoung’s cock pressed against your weeping hole, pressing in just enough so his tip would enter you and with one swift motion he was balls deep inside you. Sighing, you held onto his forearms that were holding you against him and started rocking back and forth. “Please,” you whined, “please, Wooyoung.” Getting the memo, Wooyoung started fucking into you, hips slapping against your ass, causing a lewd slapping sounds to echo through the room.
“Fuck,” he groaned, lowering you so your face was buried into the pillows and your ass was up for Wooyoung to do as he pleases. He let both of his hands fall onto the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks apart to reveal your ass to his eyes. He let a fat glob of spit onto your ass, eyes following the trail it leaves while running down to where he and you are connected, when suddenly an idea came to his mind. “Keep still,” he said, concentrating on the kagune that was prodding on your rim. Wooyoung immediately noticed the way you tensed up, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “Relax, princess, it won’t hurt.” Suddenly you felt a warm sensation run down the back of your thighs, it felt slick. The moment the thin appendage entered your ass, all air leaving your lungs. The stretch burned but it still felt pleasurable. Wooyoung couldn’t rip his eyes from how your holes swallowed him whole, his dick twitching in your cunt while his kagune was unmoving in your ass. He was making you adjust before he made any moves.
While Wooyoung was caught in a trance, you were starting to get impatient, letting moans fall from your swollen lips as you tried to move your hips to get the stimulation you needed. “Want me to move?” he asked, a smirk crawling onto his features.
“Yes, Wooyoung, please move!”
The sudden jerk of his hips made you see stars as your breath got knocked out of your lungs, a drawn-out moan falling from your lips as his kagune started moving back and forth inside of you. As Wooyoung kept fucking your cunt like it belonged to him– which it did– his breath hitched when he saw the creamy ring of pleasure and arousal form around his cock. Your breath got heavier when Wooyoung’s movements sped up, another one of the warm appendages slithering up your back and into your mouth and the fourth one pressed itself onto your clit, softly vibrating. All of the stimulation caused your knees to give out and almost fall flat onto your mattress for the nth time this night, but Wooyoung was quick enough to catch your hips in his hands and hold you upward.
“Huh, what’s wrong, princess?” Wooyoung’s voice was teasing when he heard you babble around the appendage that was fucking your mouth. “You have to be clear for me to understand.” When your walls squeezed around him, he let out a loud moan, hips twitching as he was nearing his climax. “Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked breathlessly, voice a lot whinier than before. “Wanna show me how it’s done?” The kagune that was pressing into your clit started massaging it in tight circles. And with that, you welcomed the white, hot pleasure of your orgasm, walls milking Wooyoung’s cock as he came too and painted your walls.
Your moans of pleasure turned into moans of pain and overstimulation when he didn’t stop fucking into you, a gasp falling from your lips as his kagune left your mouth. The kagune, slick with your spit, wrapped around your neck and lifted you so your back was pressed against Wooyoung’s chest, again. “Wooyoung, it’s too much, please–” your pleading fell onto deaf ears as Wooyoung’s fingers replaced the thin limb that was around your swollen clit not too long ago. And in no time, you felt your climax build up again. “I’m gonna cum,” you cried, tears trailing down your wet cheeks. Your orgasm was an arms-length away when the ghoul’s teeth lodged into the skin of your shoulder, breaking the skin, causing a painful burn to surge through your body. This pulled a cry filled with pain and pleasure out of your throat as you came for another time on Wooyoung’s cock, the creamy arousal running down your thighs and onto Wooyoung’s balls.
When both of you came down from your highs, the ghoul let his jaw fall slack against your shoulder, his tongue lapping on the blood as you silently cried in his grasp. “Shh, I got you,” he whispered, his thumb drawing circles into your warm skin. “It won’t hurt anymore,” he kissed the spot, feeling you relax into his touch. “Let me clean you up, yeah?” He softly laid you down and went to the bathroom, getting a clean towel and wetting it with warm water. The rest of the night was spent with you in the arms of the ghoul while he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. His fingers never left the fresh mark he gave you. His, you were his.
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Stranger 🧛♂️ Danger
day 1 of the @underworldnet writing event
writing prompt : trick or treat
pairing : vampire seonghwa x human reader
genre : mystery, fantasy
word count : 0.7k+
warnings : mentions of blood
synopsis : On the night of the harvest party, when the moon is high in the sky, the last thing you wanna see is your senior crush dressed up as Dracula walking up to your with a glass of red wine in his gloved hands.
The harvest party, is an event of socialites of your school who post every breathing second of their life online and then complain about the non-existent privacy.
Surely, it is not an event relevant for you but after you heard one of the popular girls say the seniors are going to be there, especially the student council head, there wasn't a reason left for staying back.
Hwa or Park as his mates call him, is the student council head whose title draws unwanted attention and crushes, but considering that handsome face of his, he deserves every bit of it.
His dark hair and strong facial structure paired with his dark persona are major factors drawing him attention of every soul in your school. No wonder he was voted the most good-looking senior at the beginning of this month during the homecoming. Now, enough of spilling tea about your crush.
The night dawns upon the city which lights up in shades of red and orange as it celebrates the very spirit of Halloween and some of the festival of harvest.
A glimmering orange object greets the dark sky of the city with its appearance after almost 100 years and spread an eerie vibe across the streets. The harvest moon, unveiling itself like a shy bride after ages that even your grandmother remembers sighting it when she was too little.
You rush to pretty up yourself for the event and stumble upon your costume placed on the full mirror's wooden frame. Your fingers brush against the blue jacket's soft material, imagining yourself in it tonight, tat the party with your freshly dyed ginger hair.
'I'll look ridiculous' you think as you pull it off the mirror frame and place it on your bed. You wonder how your friends will react to you dressing as max from stranger things. Sure she is the favorite character but ginger hair looks a bit odd against your skin.
You push your overwhelming negative thoughts away and rush to the bath with your makeup supplies in a hurry.
The event starts at 8 pm after dusk and the sky looks pretty dark from your bathroom vent so you rush with the bath and dry yourself up before jumping in a bathrobe and starting your makeup.
You start with straightening your ginger hair and tieing them into a loose ponytail that falls on your shoulders than with light makeup to fill your orange eyebrows and blush your cheeks.
Next comes the impossible task of putting in the blue contacts which fail so you have to ask your mom to help since your only sibling is out of town for their college.
The last and final task is putting on the outfit, the easiest and you get it done in 10 mins. Phew
For the final check, you look in the mirror one last time and head out with your vintage earphones across your neck and a cassette player in your hands playing Running up that Hill.
The party is a hit, obviously, with many recognizable faces from your school and town, including some passed out alumni who have come back for a get-to-together this fall. Most prone to attention as always a tall boy, whose face you fail to see due to the sheer lace mask on his fave.
He's dressed in a black outfit consisting of a waistcoat upon a white ruffled blouse and with a long cape falling down his shoulder till his knees which saves him from the chilling air of the evening.
As time passes, you exchange hundreds of glances throughout the evening, most of which you shyed away from, due to heat coiling in your stomach from the intensity of his stares. His crimson orbs shine from the bright light of the bonfire burning across him and under whose warmth you both stand without freezing in the cold of the night.
He advances with his gaze fixed in your direction or perhaps on your figure. With small, soft steps he grows closer to you and finally graces your company. He raises his glass, slightly bowing his head as he introduces himself as Dracula, but you are familiar with every inch of his existence and guessed his real identity within seconds of smelling his cologne.
It is no surprise, the school president is standing beside you but something about his or maybe his energy sends chills down your spine. Something, which screams RUN!!
You don't, and he asks, "trick or treat?", to which you answer to treat and he offers you his glass of wine. You happily drink without refusing because you simply didn't dare to decline your crush's request.
"I hope you're in for a treat tonight" is the last thing you hear before your head twirls in a circle and you fall prey to the potion you drank. Only to wake up with bite marks on your neck and in your apartment bed with a note saying,
trick or treat? -Your vampire crush
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FULL MOON — PARK JISUNG
pairing || werewolf!jisung x fem!reader
synopsis || your boyfriend, jisung has his rut and has been avoiding you all day. for the first time his rut has aligned with a full moon making it much more powerful than usual. he's afraid of hurting you, but you show him just how strong you can be and how much of him you can take.
content || mature, minors do not interact. female reader, possessiveness. explicit smut — rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, deepthroating, manhandling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, passing out.
word count || 3k
author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day two : full moon.
You’ve had enough of this.
Jisung is never the type to avoid you. Especially when you’ve been dating for so long.
It reminds you of the times before he became your boyfriend, when he was so nervous to even be around you.
And the time after you started dating when you realised he was hiding something from you the whole time.
And when you found out he’s a werewolf. You thought there’d be nothing more to be kept between you after learning his deepest secret.
But now he’s gone so far as to avoid coming to classes so he doesn’t see you.
Communication is key, you always say to him. I always want to know what you’re feeling.
And he agrees with you despite it being difficult for him to do so.
Yet, here you are clicking on Jisung’s contact again and again just to see that he’s still ignoring your messages. For the last three days, Jisung’s been leaving your texts on read and at the same time, he’s ignoring your calls.
When you asked Renjun, he said Jisung is simply unwell. But Jisung always answers your calls when he’s sick because, as he likes too say, your voice speeds up his recovery.
It certainly didn’t settle your doubts when the others — Jaemin and Haechan — shared weird glances between that made you sure something else was and is at hand.
And that’s why, at the turn of the evening when you’re done with your classes and studying, you march your way to his house.
You’re tempted to turn back at the door. Surely, something is being hidden from you and there must be a reason for it. Are you really sure you want to find out?
Even if it’s something bad?
No, you chide yourself in your mind. Jisung would never betray me.
You look up to the glowing full moon for comfort. It’s warm yellow embraces you and you feel a stir of confidence.
There’s movement inside seconds after knocking on the door to his house. He shares it with his friends — Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Chenle and Mark, who opens the door.
“YN!” he exclaims, eyes flashing wide for a second. “What are you doing here?”
You notice he’s hiding behind the door, eyes scouring the darkened sky for scattered clouds.
You let yourself inside quickly after realising he’s hiding from the moon. But Mark is a little bit hesitant about your presence.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here,” he says. “Jisung’s not well.”
“Then let me see him,” you step in further and he has no choice but to shut the door. “He hasn’t answered my calls.”
The house is doused in darkness. Blackout curtains cover the windows from floor to ceiling; the only light comes from dimmed lamps.
It’s not as loud as it usually is and you figure the others must be out with the full moon, leaving just Mark and Jisung at home.
“You guys aren’t turning this month?” you ask him.
Mark shakes his head, content with stalling you in the hallway. “The others left yesterday but I stayed to look after Jisung.”
“What’s wrong with him?” you ask. Mark’s mouth opens, but he closes it again, fuelling your suspicions. “I’m going to find out, even if you don’t tell me, Mark. What is he hiding? Is it someone else?”
“What? No!” Mark shouts. “I promise you, there is no way that’s the case. He’s just sick. That’s all.”
“Then why is he avoiding my calls?”
You storm up the stairs like it’s your own home, which Jisung and many of the others had asked you to treat it like so, but Mark’s hand around your wrist stops you as you make it to Jisung’s closed door.
“YN, please,” Mark pants. “I can’t let you in there.”
“Why not?”
“He… he asked us not to let you see him. Not like this.”
“Is… is it that bad?” your eyes threaten to tear up at the thought of him being so sick but you want to see him regardless. You need to know the truth.
But before you can say anything else, Jisung’s door swings open.
His tall figure hunches over, hands gripping the door frame to hold himself upright.
“J–Jisung…?”
He pants heavily; small rumbles erupt from his chest and your body begins to shake. Mark pulls you back little by little and you use what little light there is in the house to take in the sight of Jisung.
He’s sweating from head to toe, hair clumped and hanging over his forehead and his entire body trembles, like he’s in pain from the sight of you.
“Get your hand off her…” he growls. Although his voice is quiet, strained even, the aggression in it is enough to make both you and Mark shiver.
“Jisung,” Mark warns, pulling you behind him. “I’ll take her, okay? Just go back in your room and I’ll get her out of here.”
“I said… get your hands off her.”
Your shielded by Mark’s back so you can’t see the animosity in his eyes, but you can feel it. Tensed and worried, you peek over Mark to look at your boyfriend.
What could he possibly be sick with?
Excessive sweating, heavy panting, trembling limbs…and possessiveness.
Those are all signs of his rut, which you’ve been through with him before, but they’ve never been so extreme.
His rut was always something special to share together and you’re no stranger to letting him have his way with you until he’s satisfied.
But right now, he’s a completely different person.
Like he’s lost all control.
Jisung trudges towards Mark with dark eyes and a dark aura all around him.
“Jisung…” Mark warns again. “Go back in your room.”
“Give her to me.”
“…No.”
For a moment, it’s silent enough to hear a pin drop. You don’t even breathe, to afraid to set off whatever has control over Jisung.
“YN, you need to leave.”
“But—”
“No buts. He told us to not let you see him. I shouldn’t have let you in, I’m sorry.”
“Is it his rut?”
Mark nods slowly, edging you towards the stairs. “He’s never had it with a full moon before.”
He doesn’t have time to explain but you figure the full moon somehow amplifies the effect of a werewolf’s rut. And especially when Jisung has a hard time turning, you can’t imagine the extent of pain he’s having with this rut whilst stuck in his human body.
He claws at his chest, whining deeply.
“YN, please!” he cries. His grating voice is so desperate, enough to make you freeze on the spot. Mark tries to push you again but you fight against him.
“Let me help him.”
“Hell no!” Mark looks to you, and for a split second you see a primal glare in Jisung’s eyes, like he’s ready to pounce on Mark and tear him apart before he does the same to you.
“I’ve done it before, I can help him, Mark.”
“I know, YN. But it’s different this time. He could hurt you.”
“He won’t,” you state. But looking at him, you’re not convinced either.
“It’s not a good idea,” Mark warns in a singsong tone as Jisung finally grounds himself and stalks towards you. “This is your last chance to leave before someone gets hurt.”
You gulp, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend. He’s hungry.
Really hungry.
“It’s fine. I can take him.”
Mark is about to spin around and hit you with a “are you freaking insane?” but you push him away.
What hurts more is seeing Jisung like this.
You’ve helped him every time he feels this pain, so why stop now? You’re his girlfriend, after all. You know he’d stop at nothing to help you when you needed it most.
Jisung latches onto you the second there is distance between you and Mark and you realise that even in this state, Jisung was still afraid of Mark. They all were. You never saw that side of Mark but you were sure it was something werewolves could only tell between themselves, that Mark had the most power and authority.
And that means if he tries to stop you again, Jisung will truly have to back down and suffer alone.
“It’s okay, Mark,” you convince him. “I’ll be okay.”
Jisung’s arms hold you tight to him, you can already feel his bulging cock rubbing against your hips. His head is in your neck rubbing all over your skin, inhaling your aroma whilst leaving his own scent behind.
Your cheeks burn and you avoid Mark’s eyes as he finally gives in.
“You still have that necklace?” he asks as one last reassurance.
You nod, and when he sighs in both relief and defeat you push Jisung’s hot, heavy body back into his room letting your back close the door.
Jisung drives you up it immediately, grinding his hips into your crotch and one of your legs wrap around his waist while the other holds your balance in this awkward position. Though, Jisung’s inhuman strength does a better job of holding you up.
You gasp as he bites your neck and you’re afraid he might tear a chunk off. But he soothes your worries by licking over the sore spot before moving onto the next.
“Need you,” he’s muttering. “Need you, YN. I need you so bad.”
“I’m here, Sungie,” you whisper in a high–pitched voice, the voice he loves so much. “I’m right here.”
He hoists you up further while making sure your clothed cunt is pressed right against him. You can feel the wetness growing.
You know he loves having your arousal on him so you roll your hips to ensure he gets his share. You grind harder until you can feel the fabric cling to your pussy and he groans loudly when he realises what you’ve done.
“Sungie, ah!” you cry. “I’m gonna cum!”
He doesn’t register your words and continues his movements, only harder and rougher and you’re sure the door will break through from how hard and fast he’s rutting against your clothed body.
You can’t hold it in anymore. the friction is too much and you feel your orgasm rush over you. From the way Jisung stutters, you realise he came with you. But he’s far from finished.
Before you know it, he’s thrown you on the bed and he’s tearing off his own clothes. While he takes a short moment of not looking at you, you take the chance to grab the necklace from your pocket.
It’s in a velvet pouch for extra protection; the last thing you want is to accidentally hurt Jisung or the others with it. You crawl up the bed and quickly slip it under the pillow before he can realise.
He gifted you it the first time you helped him with his rut. A plain silver chain necklace. You never wear it, simply keeping it in your pocket or bag as a precaution.
You know he’d never hurt you but he felt comforted knowing you’d use it for protection if he or the others ever tried to hurt you.
You’re not planning on using it, but given his state, it’s good to have measures in place.
He’s none the wiser as he pulls your ankle and tears away your pants and shirt. His lips latch onto the skin of your belly, devouring the flesh like it’s his last meal.
You fumble with your bra while he rips off your panties and you’re both fully naked.
His entire body is flushed, shaking with desperation. In the dim light, you take a moment to admire his incredible body and your eyes drift down to his cock. The sheer size of it always makes your heart pump ten times harder.
It’s covered in his cum from the previous orgasm and he’s immediately poking at your entrance with the tip of his cock.
Your feet hit his abs as soon as he tries to push in.
“Fingers first, Jisung,” you cry. “Fingers first!”
You’re not used to going straight in; Jisung always eases you slowly by fingering first but he must be so out of his mind to have forgotten.
“I need to be inside you, YN.” He growls.
His fingers are like long claws, stretched and ready to dig into your flesh. You’re supposed to make him feel better but he seems like he’s getting worse.
The closer he comes to having you, the more impatient he grows.
You dart up immediately, dropping to the floor so your back rests against the bed and you take him in your mouth.
You spend no time playing around and edge him in as quickly as you can. His cock is hitting the back of your throat and his hand roots itself in your hair.
Everything becomes a blur as he thrusts into you.
Your hands on his thighs do nothing to slow him down so you squeeze your eyes shut and let him have his way. Meanwhile, you spread your legs and slowly slip two fingers into your leaking hole.
You can barely breathe, let alone moan but the feeling of your sopping cunt has your eyes rolling back.
There’s just something about how animalistic it feels that thrills you.
You push your fingers in an out, focusing on easing your muscles so you can handle Jisung after, and he finishes quickly. His cum spills down your throat and he keeps thrusting, your head hitting the mattress again and again and even when he pulls out, his cum spurts onto your naked body.
You let it dribble down your skin as you stand on shaky limbs. Jisung pushes you flat against the mattress and lines his raging cock with your pussy.
“I missed you,” he growls into a kiss. “I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, Sungie,” you whine. “I was so worried.”
His cock enters you and you gasp, legs flying in the air without warning. He takes your hand and shoves your fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of your arousal from them.
A groan erupts from deep in your gut.
His animalistic tendencies shouldn’t be so riveting but he still has a hold on you.
When he’s done with your fingers, he yanks your hair back from behind, exposing your neck to him perfectly.
He litters your skin with bites, harsh and painful bites.
But he blesses each one of them with a hungry kiss, lips breaking apart for his tongue to lick over with care, as if each one is an apology for hurting you.
He licks a stripe up the length of your neck. And then another. And another.
You squeal from the sensation, unsure whether you like it or not but the way your pussy quivers around his cock tells you the answer.
You have no qualms with him scenting you, but this is entirely new.
And you’re sure the others will be keeping their distance from you for a very long time.
“Jisung!”
He grabs your hands and pins them down before slamming into you. Then he’s forcing your leg onto his shoulder, opening you up in ways he’s never done before, exploring and reaching deeper than he’s ever tried.
He pounds into you without a care. The mix of his cum and your arousal spreads on both of you and the noises it makes when he slams in and out drives you insane.
Jisung cums again, hips slowing for just a moment before he flips you over. You can’t keep yourself up by your legs but he holds your hips up at the perfect level.
And when he’s done with you like that, he holds you in another position. He orders you and pushes you with such meanness, but kisses and holds you with tenderness.
And before long, you’re on your back again, cupping his face while he batters his cock into you with such fierceness and hunger in the same position you started in.
You know it’s his favourite. He loves seeing your face.
Little by little, you’re edged up the bed with his thrusts to the point where you hold your hands up against the headboard so you don’t crash into it.
“Fuck! Jisung!” your cry is long and loud — surely the entire neighbourhood could hear you.
He keeps going, hard and fast and even when he feels your walls clenching incredibly tight around him, even when he feels his own cock twitching and leaking cum inside you, he doesn’t stop.
You don’t know how long he goes on for and you lost count of how many times you orgasmed. In the end, they all begin to blur into one as your body becomes numb with an overload of sensations.
The cries escaping from your throat make it sore; your voice turns raspy but he keeps going.
Your limbs lose their hold and you become a mindless doll simply for him to use until he’s satisfied.
But tonight, he’s completely insatiable.
With the little energy you have after hours of relentless fucking, you sneak your hand under the pillow. The pouch is still there and you fiddle with it for a second, attempting to reveal the silver necklace.
But something comes over you.
Maybe an epiphany.
Maybe another orgasm.
Whatever it is, your hand retracts from the necklace and reaches into Jisung’s soaked hair.
Little by little, he regains his sanity as he empties load after load inside you. The immense pleasure comes and fades away, bringing him back to reality and his expression isn’t so fierce anymore.
He’s getting better. He just needs to work himself to exhaustion and hopefully he’ll be finished at last.
His entire body is covered in heaps of sweat and you give him one last kiss before you allow fatigue to take over your body.
You’re covered in bruises and engulfed in soreness, whilst at the same time, you struggle to feel anything but his beating heart.
He’s taken over you completely.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as you drift away. “You’re mine.”
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WHAT COMES AFTER — LEE JENO
pairing || boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader
synopsis || the death of your boyfriend was something no one expected. the most loved boy in town was gone in an instant and the world for you had ended. depressed and alone, you give it one last try. you find the ouija board stashed away in your garage and call out his name. but he doesn't reply and you decide it's time to finally move on. but then you receive a strange phone call from an unknown id, and on the other end is your dead boyfriend.
content || female reader, major angst, dealing with the death of a loved one, mentions of death, grieving, speaking to the dead, counselling, party and alcohol consumption, a guy tries to make a move on the reader, mild violence.
word count || 8.6k
author's note || for @/underworldnet’s halloween event : day seven — afterlife.
Your world ended the day Jeno died.
He was the sweetest boy in town. Everyone loved him since he was young. He was kind and affectionate, offering his assistance to anyone who needed it.
You often joked that there wasn’t a single person in the small town that didn’t know him because he helped so many.
Be it mowing lawns, carrying shopping, or in your case, saving you from bullies.
You weren’t even five when it happened, but you’ll ever forget how strong and brave he was when he shielded you from being hurt.
He stayed close to you since that day, easily becoming your best friend. And you lived close to each other. You played with him a lot, spent long summers together as well as cosy winters.
You walked to school together every day, ate lunch together, paired up in classes.
In any situation, you were always with him and when you weren’t, it wouldn’t be long until he found you.
It was always like that.
But there came a certain age when it became awkward for a boy and girl to be so close.
Your parents told you it was fine to be friends with him, but to be extra careful since you were now a young woman.
Jeno received the same lecture from his own parents because there was a period of total awkwardness for a while. But it soon became something you both would laugh about.
Puberty was an odd phase for everyone and when you both grew used to your new bodies and minds, you became close in a completely new way.
And then came all the questions.
Are you guys dating?
You know guys and girls can’t be just friends, right?
How long have you been together?
Almost everyone you knew had assumed you were dating; you guys were inseparable, after all.
And you, being a young–minded and curious teen girl, asked him:
“Jeno, are we dating?”
You’d always remember the way he choked with wide eyes until the milk he was drinking sprayed out from his mouth.
“I mean, do you want to date me?” he replied.
You shrugged. “I’ve never dated before, but if I did, I’d probably choose you.”
He asked to be your boyfriend right then and there. You said yes.
Back then, you never understood the true intensity of being boyfriend and girlfriend but over the years you gradually realised how serious you and Jeno were.
You always had been the endgame.
He meant everything to you.
He was your first in every aspect and you to him.
It was like you were always meant to be together like destined stars.
He was always there.
Until he wasn’t.
The town sheriff came to tell you the news personally since his parents were too distraught to visit you themselves.
A car accident had taken Jeno’s life and just like that, he was gone.
You felt numb at first.
Like none of it was real; like it was just a bad dream.
You had that blinding buzzing feeling in your body for days as if you weren’t existing in the same realm anymore.
Everything lost its meaning.
You became furious with the world, yet at the same time, you felt nothing towards it.
Nothing but pain and longing and anger.
How could life be so cruel to you? How could life be so cruel to Jeno?
His death shook the entire town to the very core.
You waited and you waited for Jeno to call, to show up at your house and tell you none of this was real but he didn’t.
And then the numbness faded, replaced by pain.
Pain you’re still feeling to this day.
Months have passed and it still hurts as bad as it did back then.
It hurts to eat, to sleep, to breathe.
You can’t do anything without being reminded of his loss and how you can’t live a happy life without him.
He was always by your side.
And now you’re all alone.
Your parents try their hardest, urging you to go to school again. You haven’t attended for months and they tell you again and again that it would help you get out of your hole.
Every day you say “I’ll go tomorrow” but tomorrow never comes. All the days blend into one dreary nightmare without the love of your life right next to you.
Friends visited you, as did teachers.
Everyone felt for you but they eventually moved on without you.
You wonder if you’ll ever catch back up to them.
But you don’t think it’s likely since Jeno was your one in a million.
What life is worth living without the person you love the most?
You remind yourself every now and then that Jeno would never want this for you. He’d want you to carry on and do your best but whenever you try, it all comes crashing on you again and you can’t stop the tears.
The pulsating takes over, you lose control of your body, unable to breathe.
Everything around you turns grey and bland and your grasp on whatever reason you have left to keep going disappears into thin air.
The days slip through your fingers like water, like the tears that have begun leaking from your eyes.
You miss him so much.
***
Today is as dreary as ever.
But there’s one positive you can find, a silver lining, if you could call it that.
You haven’t cried today.
It’s Sunday. The weather is grim and wet but your eyes aren’t pouring like the sky.
Your parents are out shopping and you’re curled up at home in a blanket.
They left you while you were watching an old movie, one of Jeno’s favourite. While they did pressure you to join them on their outing, you refused with your eyes glued to the screen, watching the movements go by mindlessly.
It’s a trashy horror; you’ve watched it a million times. You probably wouldn’t have watched it at all if it weren’t for Jeno.
The specialness it held in your heart was now a patch of soreness.
Bitterness fills your body as you watch the stupid teenagers pull out an Ouija board.
You scoff inwardly as you’re reminded of all the times you told Jeno about the Ouija board hidden somewhere in your garage.
You always wanted to try it but didn’t for his sake. He was too terrified it would be real. Despite growing into a manly type of guy, he was a softie at heart. He put on a brave face even when he was more afraid than you.
For a split second, you think about it and an old, familiar feeling takes over your mind.
Curiosity.
Jeno isn’t here to stop you anymore so maybe you could finally try it.
Maybe you could talk to him.
It’s a ridiculous notion but you find yourself on autopilot, scrambling out of the blankets and into the chilly garage. You’re digging through shelves and old boxes and by the time your nose is filled with dust, you pull out the box.
It’s heavy from the wooden palette but you brush it off and scurry to your room.
You have no idea how this works, or if it works at all.
But just in case, you set some rules for yourself — don’t use it for too long and throw it away when you’re done.
You don’t want Jeno to be turning in his grave seeing you play around with the same thing he warned you about.
Setting it on the floor, you place the planchette in the middle and cross your legs.
This is it, you think. If it works, I can say goodbye. If it doesn’t…, I’ll move on. I promise.
You’re not sure who you’re making the promise to. Your parents, Jeno, yourself.
Either way, your embarrassingly sad attempt to contact Jeno feels like the only way to drag yourself out of this slump. Because no matter what answer you get, you can finally have some closure.
You place your fingers on the planchette.
“Jeno,” you ask, voice quiet and trembling. “Are you here?”
Nothing.
“Jeno,” you say, a little louder. “It’s me, YN. Can you hear me?”
Complete silence.
“I miss you so much, Jeno,” ah, the tears have come at last. “I’m right here, baby. Please talk to me.”
A void. Just like the hole he left in your life when he died.
You try a few more times more, calling his name louder and louder, allowing all of your grief and desperation to leave your body as you cry for him.
All the while gaining nothing in return.
You swallow grimly and finish your session like they did in the movie — a whispered goodbye and wiping your tears as you shove the board away.
It hurts more now than ever before, but there’s some sort of relief buried under it all.
Jeno’s gone. He’s not coming back.
He’s living peacefully now.
Maybe you can move on, too.
You take those few moments to ponder and let out your remaining emotions. Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours and you’re finally broken out of your trance when you hear your parents’ car pulling into the drive.
You sit up, limbs shaking and your eyes are sore. Surely, your parents would know you’ve been crying but you make it downstairs in one piece while they’re hurrying inside from the rain with their shopping.
“Hey, sweetie,” your mom greets you at the bottom of the stairs. If she notices your red eyes, she doesn’t mention it. “How was the movie?”
“Good,” your voice cracks, coming out as a whisper.
Your dad comes in and pats your head before planting a kiss on it. “Did you eat?”
You shake your head.
“Good, because we brought takeout.”
You manage to stifle some food down. It doesn’t taste like flavourless mush anymore. Slowly, your ability to taste food returned but there was always a sick feeling in your stomach. It’s not so bad right now, thankfully.
It’s been a while since you’ve wanted to eat properly.
Your parents watch carefully as you eat. It’s the most you’ve eaten in a long time.
And when dinner ends, you gather the motivation to help them clean up.
They share glances between themselves, but they’re happy you’re feeling well enough to do chores again.
“Mom, dad…” you say, and their eyes fly to you immediately. “I want to go to school tomorrow.”
They’re both stunned and your mother steps forward immediately, stroking your shoulders.
“That’s great, baby but… are you sure?”
You nod fervently. “I want to go.”
They share one last look before agreeing with you.
“Okay, baby. How about you go take a shower and I’ll get your bag and clothes ready? Sound good?”
You nod.
“I’ll drive you in the morning.” Your father adds.
You smile and it feels good.
It’s not a smile because you’re happy. But a smile because you can finally feel things changing.
You can feel the chains of grief loosening around you and washing down the drain as you shower. The smell of your floral shampoo isn’t disgusting anymore, the hot water against your skin doesn’t burn you.
And when you look in the mirror, you feel a little less hopeless under your dark, rainy cloud.
You’re dressed and have dried your hair quickly, eager to get into bed after another draining day.
But tomorrow will be better, you hope.
Bzz.
Your phone vibrates in your hand.
The screen reads unknown caller.
You don’t usually answer unknown calls but something tugs at your thumb and it swipes the green button.
“Hello?” you ask.
It’s silent for a few moments and you’re about to hang up but a loud pant hits your ear. You wince at the sound.
Whoever is on the other end is breathing heavily. You’re about to hang up but then you hear it.
His voice.
“…YN…”
You heart sinks faster than your knees as you collapse. Your phone slips and clatters on the ground but your fingers scramble from it immediately.
You’re gasping, pressing buttons and swiping again and again but the call has disappeared. The call log is empty; there’s no trace of him at all.
But it was him!
It was Jeno.
You heard him clear as day. He said your name.
Or…maybe you heard a hallucination?
There’s no way it could have been him, right?
He’d dead.
You’re broken from your frenzied state when your mom enters the room.
“Honey, I heard something. Is everything okay?”
“Y–Yeah…” you pick yourself up as she enters. “I just dropped my phone.”
“Okay, baby. Be careful with it,” her warm arms wrap around your shoulders as she guides you to your bed. You slip under the covers and she places your phone on your bedside table. “Get some sleep, okay? It’s a big day tomorrow.”
You nod and swallow the fear bubbling at the back of your throat.
The only thing on your mind is Jeno and his voice and his breathing and how on earth he was on the other end of your phone but you manage to convince your mother that you’re okay and she tucks you under the blankets, switching off the lamp before leaving you in a dark and empty room.
Just when you thought you could start building it up once more, your world comes crashing down all over again.
***
“Have a good day at school, sweetie.” Your father kisses your forehead before you leave the car.
He drives away with a worried look on his face and despite you telling him numerous times on the way here, you’re fine.
Or so, you think you’re fine.
After last night, you’re not so sure you can hold it all in through the day.
Upon waking up, you realised the phone call must have been a dream, or even a hallucination because you longed for Jeno so much.
You were so close to telling your parents about it but you knew they’d have thought you finally lost your mind and that was the last thing you wanted.
You promised them last night that things would change.
Holding onto something bizarre like the phone call would only hold you back.
So, you hold tightly onto the straps of your bag and walk into school. A few looks are spared at you here and there — they don’t bother you too much but when you arrive in your class, the entire class falls silent.
It’s the teacher who first approaches you. You head up to their desk to discuss how far behind you are before the bell rings and you make your way to your seat.
You try so hard not to look at the empty seat beside it, Jeno’s seat.
It’s fine, you say to yourself. This is all fine.
Perhaps the self–convincing worked wonders because you make it through the morning without breaking down due to Jeno’s empty presence next to you. Sure, it was hard to focus and you realised how stressful it would be to catch up on all of your classes but you made it through.
Only minor conversations are exchanged with your friends; none of them dare to mention Jeno. They tell you to ask them if you ever need help or to hang out with them if you’re ever lonely but they don’t mention Jeno. And that makes you a million times more lonely.
It’s as if everyone has forgotten about him already, and even if they do remember him, they don’t dare talk about him, like he’s some curse.
You figure eating some lunch will take the bitter taste away from your mouth and you sit down with a small circle of people. You pull out the lunch your mother packed for you and your heart warms at the small I love you post–it note she tucked between your sandwich.
A smile attempts to creep onto your face.
It’s not so bad. It’s all fine.
You keep telling yourself that yet, fine doesn’t sound like a word that exists anymore when your eyes lay upon the red apple your mother packed in your lunch.
It’s just an apple but it feels like the end of the world.
Because it’s not your apple.
It’s Jeno’s.
You hate apples.
And Jeno loved them.
Your throat swells and your breath becomes stuck as if the apple itself had lodged its way in.
“YN, are you okay?”
You look up and everyone is staring at you.
The pity on their faces says everything. One look at the apple and one look at your glossy eyes are enough to show them that everything is not fine. Everything is, in fact, awful.
“I… I need to go to the bathroom.”
You dart up, almost tripping over your seat while you rush to the nearest toilets. A few people are there but the make a swift exit upon seeing your tears. You don’t hear if they ask if you’re okay, nor do you hear if they say anything else.
You slam the door to the cubicle shut and wait for silence outside before you begin sobbing.
The pain in your chest tears you open and your whole body wracks with grief.
It hurts so bad.
Why won’t it go away?
Why did a stupid apple have to make you feel this way?
Nothing in this world is free from the influence Jeno had on you. Nothing will ever be the same without him.
“Jeno,” you sniffle. “Jeno…”
You’re catching your breaths in hiccups when you feel a vibration in your pocket. Assuming it’s one of your friends to check on you, you pull your phone only to see another unknown caller.
Time freezes for a second.
But you break it just in time to answer the call.
“Jeno…”
“…”
“Jeno… is it really you?”
“…YN?”
“Oh my god,” you gasp, covering your mouth. “Jeno!”
“YN…”
“W–Where are you? Jeno, I miss you so much!”
“I’m… somewhere.”
For a moment, you cut off all your surroundings to focus only on his voice. It’s deep, plagued by fatigue with gentle trembles. But you only hear his voice. Nothing else.
No background chatter, no passing vehicles.
Absolutely nothing.
“Jeno, are you… alive?”
You don’t dare to even breathe whilst waiting for his answer. These last few months are all a joke, his death wasn’t real and he’s really alive somewhere.
He has to be.
Or else why would he be on the phone with you right now?
“I… I died, didn’t I?”
A sob bursts from you and rivers pour from your eyes.
What the hell is happening?
“You can’t be dead if you’re talking to me. You’re alive, aren’t you?”
“No, I… I remember the accident.”
“Wha—, then how are you talking to me?”
“I don’t know, I just heard you calling me. So, I answered.”
“No, you called me. I answered you.”
“YN, please…”
“Please what, Jeno? What the hell is going on? Where are you?”
“I don’t know, it’s all…empty.”
This can’t be real. How can he be talking to you if he’s dead?
“What do you see?”
“Nothing. Everything is nothing. I can’t see anything.”
“Can you feel anything?”
“No…”
“Can you move?”
“My body… it’s like it’s not here with me. It’s just… me.”
“What about noise? Can you hear anything?”
“I hear your voice.”
You pant heavily. You can’t comprehend this. In no way is it possible to speak to someone who died months ago.
“YN?”
His voice is softer, like a child. You despise how vulnerable he sounds. You want nothing more than to find him and keep him safe with you forever.
“Yes?”
“…I’m scared.”
You could have bled yourself out with tears by now as the emotions erupt from you. If this is real or not, you don’t care.
You just want Jeno.
“I’m here, okay? Don’t be scared, Jeno. I’m right here.”
His breathing picks up on the other end and you can’t take it. if he really is dead, if this is his ghost speaking to you, you can’t imagine how terrified he must be.
“I’m right here, Jeno. Don’t hang up.”
You wipe your tears and clean your snotty nose, promising Jeno you aren’t going anywhere but the door to the toilets open and in flows the chatter of some other students.
Completely hushed, you look at the screen of your phone to make sure the call is still ongoing while you wait for them to leave but instead, a blank screen shows up.
You prod your phone, dissecting your call app to find Jeno but there is no longer an ongoing call. It shows up empty in the call log just like it did last night.
Shaking your head, you squeeze your eyes to clear your vision and frustration fills every inch of your body.
Why is this happening? Why did he disappear again?
You can’t be dreaming this; his voice… it was real, it felt so real.
But he was gone all over again.
***
Jeno.
Jeno.
Jeno.
Every second of every day, it’s Jeno.
He consumes your body, your mind and your soul despite not being here to do it.
You parents have noticed your gloominess. They had hoped it would finally get better for you but it’s still the same. The only difference now is that you’re going to school.
Two weeks have passed since the phone call in the school toilets. And two weeks have passed since you last heard from Jeno; if it was really him.
Some days, you’re convinced it was all down to your mind playing tricks on you. And if so, you despise your mind for being so cruel.
The other days, you believe he really was speaking to you. It’s no doubt the Ouija board was behind his phone calls. It makes sense.
Today is one of the former days, however. Your morning was so and so — breakfast with your parents and then school. The afternoon was tiring and the evening is somewhat relaxing.
And lunch time has become your least favourite time of the day.
The daunting sight of the apples your mom packs in your lunch every day lingers even after the sky darkens.
It would be so much easier if you just told your mom that you don’t like apples.
But that would mean you and Jeno would no longer be the only ones who knew your little secret. Ignorance is bliss, you think.
If there’s one thing he took to his grave, you know it was this.
***
Bzz.
Your eyes fly to your phone immediately.
You’ve been jolty for days so your rapid movements don’t alert your parents who are used to it by now, and your heart swells when you see another unknown caller ringing you.
Just when you were thinking of him during the movie you were watching with your parents, he called again.
Or maybe he didn’t. It could just be a random call.
You close the bedroom door behind you and settle on the edge of your bed.
Taking a deep breath, you don’t wait any longer and answer the call.
“Jeno?”
“YN.”
You gasp. “Hi…”
“Hey…”
It’s silent for a few moments, nothing but a sea of emptiness.
“It’s so good to hear your voice, baby,” he says.
“Oh, Jeno,” you sob. “It’s so good to hear you. I miss you so much!”
“Don’t cry, baby,” he shushes you. “It’s okay. You don’t need to cry.”
He spends the next few minutes trying to settle your tears, all the while trying to hide his own shaky voice.
“There you go,” he praises you. “All better now.”
You hum with a nod, not that he can see you but you’re sure he can feel it.
“Good girl.”
Oh, God. You could melt in the ground from hearing his voice again.
“Now,” he starts. “you wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?”
You bite back sobs while trying to explain the last few months to him. About the accident, about his death, about the Ouija board. It terrifies you. How exactly is a dead person supposed to take the news that they’re dead?
But Jeno takes it all with a grain of salt.
In a way, he explains, he knew it all along.
“So, let me get this straight. I died so you played with the Ouija board and now you can talk to me.”
You hum. “That’s right.”
“Wow,” he huffs. “I didn’t think you’d actually have the balls to do it.”
“Hey, the only reason I never did it sooner was because you were too scared!”
“I wasn’t scared!”
“Yes, you were!” you exclaim, smiling as if you’re speaking to him right next to you. “You’re such a scaredy–cat.”
He grumbles. Because he knows you’re right.
“But it’s okay because you’re my scaredy–cat.”
It feels odd talking to him like normal, like he’s not dead. Like all those late night calls you spent together before the world you knew was snatched from you.
“I hope you didn’t say that at my funeral.” He mocks and you freeze up. It’s admirable that he can talk lightly about all of this, to pretend that speaking to you right now is normal but his words lock you up. “YN, you still there?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“Oh, I thought you’d gone again.”
A shudder slivers its way up your spine. He must be just as scared to hear your voice disappear as you were to his.
“I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again if it upsets you.”
“Hm, it’s okay. We can talk about it if you want,” you tell him. “But I don’t have much to say about it.”
“Why not?”
“Well…” you bite your lip. “I didn’t go to your funeral.”
You hear him inhale deeply, stealing the air right from you.
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he says, his voice low and gentle. “It must have been so hard for you. Don’t blame yourself.”
Easier said than done.
You only have yourself to blame.
Everyone in the town attended Jeno’s funeral. Everyone but the girl he loved so much.
Tears build in your eyes again and as if he could see them, he says “let’s not talk about this, okay? It’s getting late.”
You sniffle, wiping away the wetness.
“Do you need to go to bed?”
“Yeah…” you whisper. “I have school tomorrow.”
“Okay, why don’t you get into bed, hm?”
You stretch your limbs while keeping the phone attached to your ear as you settle under you covers.
“Comfy?”
“Yes.”
A fatigued smile lingers on your face. Just like all the times he slept over, it feels like he’s right here with you.
“Jeno?”
“What is it, baby?”
“Can you stay here with me?”
“I’m right here, YN. Not going anywhere.”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?”
“That’s not up to me.” He says, somewhat bitterly.
“Then… can you at least stay until I fall asleep?”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Until you fall asleep.”
***
A sleepy smile finds its way onto your face. You’re freshly washed and tucked under the covers with your phone pressed to your ear again.
Some time has passed and you’ve been talking to Jeno at any chance you can get. The calls only happen a few times a week, but they have become your number one source of sustenance. Especially when he calls before you go to bed.
It feels so good to hear his voice again.
“Did you have a nice shower?”
“Mmh,” you hum. “It was nice.”
“I bet,” Jeno chuckles. “You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”
“It wasn’t too bad,” you tell him. “I went to see the cats today.”
“You did?” he asks with a hint of excitement. “How are they?”
“They’re good.”
“And… my mom? My sister.”
“They’re good, too.”
“Just good?”
You swallow nervously. It’s not the first time he’s asked about them and it’s not the first time you told him plainly that they are good. You figured he’d start pressing for more sooner or later.
“Yeah, I mean, they’re as good as they can be.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, we don’t talk much anymore. I only speak to them when I go to see the cats but I think they’re doing okay. They don’t really mention anything, they just get on with life.”
“Hm,” Jeno murmurs. “Do they ever… talk about me?”
“I’m sure they do. They just don’t do it when I’m around.”
“Oh…”
“They’re doing well, though. I promise. I heard your sister joined a sports team. And your mom’s still going to work.”
“Good, that’s what I want,” you feel a pin stabbing your heart. “I don’t want to hold them back. I don’t want to hold anyone back, not even you.”
“I… I know,” you mutter. You don’t know if it’s Jeno holding you back, or your refusal to let Jeno go, but you are miles behind everyone else.
“I’m sorry, I ruined the mood.”
“No, you didn’t,” you say while trying to conceal the swelling of your throat. The only good thing about him not being here is him not being able to see you tear up so easily.
“Let’s change the topic,” he says. “How are classes?”
“They’re fine. School is still a pain in the ass, though.”
“I trust you on that one,” he chuckles. “I’m glad I don’t need to go anymore.”
“I’m glad you’re happy leaving me to suffer alone in Mr. Kim’s algebra.”
“Oh, is someone being sarcastic now?”
“Maybe,” you grin. “Maybe not.”
“As secretive as ever.”
“Don’t you know it,” you giggle. “And speaking of secrets, my mom’s still packing apples in my lunch.”
“Ah, I miss your apples.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you, too, baby.”
You hum sweetly, fatigue slowly taking over your body once more. He puts you to sleep soundly every night.
“You should go to bed, now.” He says.
“I don’t want to. I wanna keep talk to you.”
“Well, can’t argue with that,” he sniggers. “What else do you want to talk about?”
“They’re showing your favourite movie at the cinema,” you tell him. “You know, that super cheesy horror you made me watch a million times.”
“Aww, no way! I’d drag you to go see it again if I was there.”
“I’d rather you not,” you giggle. “I’ve seen it way too many times.”
“And each time is a blessing.”
“A blessing? Absolutely not, Jeno. The movie is awful.”
“How dare you? That movie is one of the best ever made.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Jeno or I’ll never fall asleep at this rate —”
“Hey, YN. It’s late, are you in bed?” your mom enters your room. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. Didn’t know you were on the phone.”
Your eyes widen, hand on your heart to relieve the shock. But that only makes you seem suspicious to your mother.
“Who are you on the phone with?” she whispers.
“No one.”
You bite your lip and wait for her to leave so you can continue talking to Jeno, but she doesn’t.
“Who is it?”
“No one, mom.”
“It’s certainly someone, YN. Is it one of your friends?”
“It’s none of your business, mom.”
You regret the attitude in your tone but you need her to leave or your connection with Jeno will disappear again.
“Are you seeing someone new?”
“Mom, what?!” you shout. “No! I’m not seeing anyone!”
“Darling, getting angry is only making me more worried. Who’s on the phone?”
“It’s no one.”
“You promised to talk to me, okay? You can tell me anything.”
Your teeth gnaw at the inside of your lip. Despite you flipping out on numerous occasions and closing yourself off from your parents, they’ve been nothing but supportive. It wouldn’t hurt to tell her, right?
“I… I was talking to Jeno.”
You don’t understand what emotions cross her eyes in that moment but you’re sure they aren’t good.
“What do you mean, sweetie? Talking to Jeno?”
“Yeah, I… I played with the Ouija board a few weeks ago and we’ve been talking since. Look.”
You hold your phone up to her, waiting for her reaction. But she doesn’t give you one.
When you flip the phone to face you, your heart sinks into the depths of your stomach.
“No! No, no, no!”
You gasp, eyes filling as you scramble with your phone.
Seconds.
That’s all it takes for him to be snatched away from you. Your mother shushes you, trying to ease your tantrum.
“It’s fine, baby. It’s okay—”
“No, it’s not okay! Nothing is okay anymore!”
You’re frantically swiping your phone, prodding it so hard with your finger that it hurts. The sight of you obsessing over your phone like you’re about to die without it terrifies your mother.
“YN, please calm down.”
“I am calm,” you seethe.
“Take a deep breath, okay? You don’t need to behave like this.”
She wraps her arms around you as an attempt to console you but you shove her away. She made Jeno disappear and you look like nothing but a crazy fool talking to a ghost.
But you don’t care.
You only want to hear his voice again but when your phone refuses to connect you with him, you throw it to the ground, scaring your mother.
She’s silent for a few moments, trying to comprehend what the hell is going on with you.
“Baby… do you need to see a doctor?”
“No.” you grumble. Your head is in your hands, fingers nipping at your scalp. You didn’t get to say goodbye to him and who knows, tonight could well be the last time you hear from him. “I want to see Jeno.”
“But you can’t see him.”
“I was talking to him,” you yell, standing on your feet to pick up your phone only to throw it away again when you see he hasn’t called you back. “I was just talking to him, mom! You made him go away!”
Pacing around the room frantically, you unsure of what has come over you but your fists fly to your hair. You mom begs you to stop but you keep screaming the same words again.
He was here.
He was talking to me.
It’s your fault he’s gone.
“YN, stop this nonsense! Jeno is dead!”
You freeze, looking her in the eyes with nothing but anger.
“Get out.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Get out! Get out of my room! Go!”
“YN!” she yells and your entire body tenses; she’s never raised her voice like this before, especially not at you. “Just who do you think you’re talking to?”
You purse your lips, fighting back your tears though the effort was all for nothing as they slip down your cheeks.
“What has gotten into you?” she squeals. “How long do we have to wait for you to be normal again? We’re trying so hard to be here for you but you keep pushing us away! And now… now you’re talking to Jeno?”
“I was talking to him.” You sob, begging her to believe you but it’s a lost cause. No one will ever believe you.
She pulls you down to sit on the edge of your bed with her and this time, you don’t push her away.
“Talk to me, sweetie. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I promise, I’m not lying. I really was talking to him.”
“Okay,” she mutters. “Okay.”
As much as she says it, you know she doesn’t understand your words, but she goes along with it.
“What else, hm? Whatever you need to get off your chest, just tell me.”
You take the tissue she hands you and wipe your sopping face with it.
“I hate apples.”
“What?”
“I hate apples. I hate them so much!”
“I thought you love apples.” She squanders.
“No, I hate them.”
“But you always ate them when I packed them in your lunch.”
“Jeno always ate them for me. He always traded with me,” you sob. “He always ate my apples for me.”
“Oh, baby,” she kisses your temple. “I’m so sorry.”
It’s not her fault. In fact, it’s yours for never telling her but it feels like an ocean has been lifted from your shoulders after finally telling her.
“I won’t pack you apples anymore, okay?”
You nod.
“Now, what else?”
You shrug. You don’t have many words left to say but the tears keep coming.
“Would it help if you went to see him?”
“What?” your heart skips a beat. “See him?”
“You… you haven’t visited his grave yet. Maybe if you went — ”
“No!”
“YN…”
“No,” you repeat. “I don’t want to go.”
“Please sweetie, if you keep pushing him away, you’ll never get over this.”
“Pushing him away?” you cry. “I’m not pushing him away. I’m holding onto him. I’m the only one who’s still holding on to him.”
“That’s a lie and you know it. You’re not the only one who’s hurting. Think about his parents, his sister. Hell, even I’m still hurting but we just have to move on.”
“Yeah, move on and forget about him,” you scoff.
“No one is forgetting him, sweetie,” she strokes your hair. “He’s still here in our hearts and our memories but we can’t let his death make us lose our minds like this.”
“I’m not losing my mind, mom. I really was talking to him.”
You could tell her a million times and you know she still wouldn’t believe you.
Maybe you are losing your mind.
She picks up your phone from the ground; it’s a miracle it’s still alive.
“I’m keeping this for now.”
“But, mom — ”
“No buts.”
“What if he calls me again?”
“Then I’ll answer him.”
You want to argue more, you want to snatch the phone right out of her hand but you’re too exhausted. Everything is going to go downhill from here and right now, sleeping seems like the best way to escape all of the pain.
***
“She’s getting better,” the school counsellor tells your parents. They let out a sigh of relief.
The three of them speak like you’re not sitting right there with them.
“Her grades are improving and her teachers are saying her attitude in class is better. I also heard you joined a few clubs, is that right?”
They all turn to you and you nod slowly.
“That’s great,” you mom exclaims and grips your hand.
Yeah, it’s great. It’s all great.
You’re just like everyone else now.
You’re moving on.
Seeing a counsellor was just the beginning of it all. You’ve been seeing them for a month or so, several times a week. Who knew grievance counselling would work so fast?
Well, who knew you were faking it the whole time?
You hated it at first, putting up a front with the counsellor but you figured things would move faster if you just showed everyone what they wanted to see.
Your phone has since been confiscated so you spent most of your time these past weeks studying and getting your grades higher. You spent some time socialising with close friends and you even took part in extra–curricular to really put the cherry on the top.
Fake it till you make it, or so they say.
“I think it may be a good idea to give her the phone back,” the counsellor says, catching your wandering mind. “Of course, it is still up to you as her parents but it would help her feel normal again.”
“What do you say, YN?”
You shrug. “Whatever.”
Of course, you want your phone back. You want every chance to speak to Jeno again but an entire month has passed since you last spoke and frankly, you’re scared to hear his voice again.
Or worse, you’re scared you’ll never hear it again.
After a few minutes, you leave the office with your parents. The rest of the day goes on as normal and you act as if everything is fine.
And when you get home, you eat dinner quietly, silently gnawing at the skin of your lips until your parents finally return your phone.
“I want it in our room at bedtime,” they say. “You can have it back in the morning.”
You nod and take it from them solemnly.
At this point, you’re not confident that life feels immediately better having your phone again but you want to at least try one more time.
You race up to your room and close the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of your mattress and glare at the phone in your hand.
“Jeno,” you whisper. “Can you hear me?”
Nothing happens.
“You can call me again now. Please…”
Hours pass by in a moment while you wait for his response, calling his name again and again but he doesn’t return your call.
That last time was the last time.
He never rang your phone again since — although your parents had possession of it, they answered every call and none of them were from Jeno.
Everyone had convinced you it was all hallucinations. You were grieving so bad that your mind conjured up his voice to act like he was still here.
And you’re beginning to convince yourself of that too.
It’s not so bad to admit it.
Life isn’t so bad without him. It still hurts but you’re being carried along with everyone else instead of constantly wallowing in your sea of self–pity.
Besides, life is a distraction.
The more you focus on mundane things, the less you think about Jeno and as guilty as it feels, it’s the only way to mask the painful longing for him.
You exhale slowly and deeply.
You’ve tried so many times to let him go.
Maybe this will be the last.
***
Letting go of Jeno is great.
Perfect, in fact.
Or so everybody tells you.
You’re surrounded by sweaty bodies that are completely out of their minds.
Despite their cheers and loud singing, you feel nothing but frustration.
You were surprised when your parents allowed you to go to a party. The only reason you asked them was to show them how well you’re getting on with life and you were fully ready for them to shut down your request.
But instead, they pushed you to go.
“It’s fantastic,” they gleamed. “You’re doing so much better without him.”
Just like everyone else says.
“It’s so good to see you here. Letting go of Jeno is the best thing you can do. Let’s go get a drink.”
Well, it’s not that you’d fully let go of him yet. That is still to come.
But you act like it. You act like everything is fine and although it’s not bearable, putting on a front numbs the pain.
A different type of pain distracts you in this moment, though.
The loud music causes throbbing in your head and you regret coming instantly. Jeno always said parties are a sham and he was never wrong. Why else would the two of you always ditch weekend raves to do something else?
“Lighten up, buttercup!” one of your friends says to you. She’s completely wasted but she’s having a good time.
You take a cup from her make your way up the stairs. It’s a little bit quieter and much less busy. You collapse on the floor outside of a room.
With your knees pulled up to your chest, you watch as others flutter around you.
You wonder if getting drunk would help. They all seem to be having a good time and you know alcohol is a way to escape reality.
The smell of alcohol isn’t appealing but it’s masked with the sweet smell of coke. As is the taste when you swallow it. You don’t know how much is in there but you down the full cup.
So much for promising your parents you wouldn’t drink.
You rest your head against the wall, feeling the vibrations shatter through your mind and in no time, you feel the drink take over.
Your body is abuzz, the vibrations don’t stop and you feel your conscious swaying back and forth with your body. Giggling, you make it to your feet and stumble around, holding onto the wall for much needed balance.
“Who knew you were such a lightweight?” someone chuckles and you spin around.
“Jeno?”
“Nope,” the guy sips from his cup. “He’s dead, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” you mumble. “Where’s the bathroom?”
He nods his head in the opposite direction.
You mutter a thanks and start stumbling towards the bathroom but you feel a presence behind you. The guy is following you but your mind is slow to react. Upon getting to the bathroom, he enters with you, shutting the door behind you both.
“What are you —”
There’s a grin on his face and you feel your skin pricking when he touches your sides.
“Stop it!” you shout and flail your arms to push him off. “Stop!”
You kick him in his shin and he keels over.
“Ow!”
Serves him right. You kick him again but this time he backs up. Both of your bodies stumble drunkenly and when he dives for you, you brace yourself for the impact.
But it doesn’t come.
He stops in his tracks when ringing fills the air of the small restroom.
You feel it in your pocket, the vibrations and you pull out your phone.
You’re about to heave at the sight of it.
Unknown Caller.
The guy tries to snatch your phone but you kick him away, almost sobered up just from seeing the screen of your phone.
You duck under his arm and run out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out into the night.
Terrified, you look at your phone again.
He’s still calling.
You place and hand to your chest to calm your beating heart and answer the call.
“YN!”
“Jeno!”
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I… I….” you can’t finish your words.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” you tell him, repeating it a second time for yourself. “I’m okay.”
“What happened? Why are you out of breath?”
“I was running.”
“Running from what?”
“Just… a guy… at a party.”
“What did he do?!”
“Nothing! He just tried making a move on me but I stopped him.”
Jeno sighs in relief.
“God, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jeno. Are you?”
You collapse onto the grass and lay down, staring at the shimmering stars.
“I’m fine, I just feel like I’ve woken up after a really long time.”
You bite your lip guiltily. All these weeks of you calling out to him, he never answered and you thought you were finally done with it all.
But you must have called him subconsciously during the event in the bathroom. And he saved you.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I never did.”
It’s all your fault.
Jeno would have passed peacefully if you hadn’t have called him back. From the Ouija board to the phone calls; every time he called, it was because you needed him.
And the fact is, you will always need him.
But Jeno deserves better.
He deserves to move on even when you don’t want to.
“You saved me, tonight, Thank you. And I’m sorry I keep calling you,” you say to him. “It would be so much better if you were still here.”
Jeno sighs.
“I can’t always be with you. I can’t always save you like I did tonight, like I did when we were five years old. That’s why I need you to be brave. I need you to look after yourself no matter what.”
“Jeno…”
“I need to go soon. I’m so sorry I can’t stay with you longer but know that I love you. I’ll always love you even when I’m not here.”
“No, don’t go,” you sob. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I need to go, YN. I can’t stay like this forever. You can’t, either.”
“But —”
“YN,” he speaks. “Listen to me. I promise I will always be watching over you. But you can’t keep calling on me to be with you. I’m not meant to be in your world anymore.”
“Jeno…”
Your entire body shakes with sobs. You’ve pushed away the truth for so long and to hear him say it, to hear him say he’s not yours anymore, it breaks you on every level.
“It hurts, Jeno.”
“I know. I know it does, baby but it’ll get better, I promise.”
“It won’t, Jeno. I’ve tried for so long and it still hasn’t gotten better. It still hurts so much.”
“It will,” you close your eyes and imagine his arms around you. You’ll do anything to make yourself believe he’s here with you. “It will get better.”
“Aren’t you scared?”
“I’m not scared, YN.”
“But I am. I’m scared to be alone again. I’m scared of what’ll happen to you. I’m scared of what comes after.”
“And that’s okay,” he shushes you and you can feel his breaths against your ears. “It’s okay for you to be scared. But you’re a strong girl. You’ve held on for so long. Now it’s time for you to let go.”
His words are like a melody to your ears and your soul shatters knowing this will be the last time you’ll hear his sweet voice.
You don’t want to, but you have to. For both of your sakes.
“Okay, Jeno” you sniffle. “I’m letting go now.”
***
When people tell you the grass is greener on the other side, you would never have thought you could feel those words as strongly as you do right now.
They sink deep into your bones.
The cemetery gives a dullness to the air but you’re certain the grass is greener than whatever lays beneath it, Jeno included.
You wonder if he passed peacefully, if there was another place he could go to. One where green grass still exists.
Your first time in a graveyard… it feels surreal. Much like the last half a year. Being here feels like a second awakening, like you finally have control again. And it starts with seeing him, speaking to him. The real him.
The grass guards many a grave and you weave your way through the headstones with a flower bunch in your arm. You read the names of them, none of them engraving in your memory until you see his.
Lee Jeno.
Your heart tenses, chest swelling with emotion.
All of your senses turn go into overdrive.
His presence surrounds all of you, engulfing all of your senses in the feeling of him like the days when he stood right next to you.
With trembling knees, you fall to the ground and let your fingers sink into the mud. You’re here, you’re finally here.
The entire world has convinced you that it would be so much easier after you visit his grave but you’re struggling to understand how that could happen when it hurts so much.
Letting go of Jeno was never going to be easy, you know that.
But you at least thought the pain would grow more bearable with time.
It’s been weeks since you heard his voice and you want nothing more than to have his strong arms wrap around you and hear his whispers of comfort, promises that he’d never let you feel an ounce of this pain again.
But you know it won’t come.
It never will.
This pain is something you need to live with now.
You place the flowers on the soil, letting your hand linger over him, too afraid to touch but too afraid to let go.
“Jeno,” you whisper. A single tear drops onto his grave. “It’s me.”
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