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blackmaylovesfries · 2 years

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“You will make me fall” - Part 2

Asked: Yes

Words: 2000

Sinopse: 2000 Followers Special - After fighting for so long, the angel is gone now. Leo should be happy but why does he feel so flustered and annoyed? - Inspired by the Hyde Era.

Notices: Given to me by @moonstrays a long time ago (sorry it took so long!). Also, it will have 3 parts since it seemed you guys liked this plot. The last part will be released as 2500 followers’ special. Ah, and I went for the Christian hierarchy of angels, just because “seraphim” is a great name for an angel class, not meaning to offend anybody!

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“Leo seems to be fighting again, brother.” The Archangel told the Seraphim that was seated on a golden chair. The two angels of different ranks were watching the demon realm. After a lifetime of a peaceful existence, the demon Taekwoon suddenly went berserk. It won’t be a week if Leo didn’t find something to destroy during the whole century.

The Seraphim sighed. Humans would just think there was some bad energy around their Era, ordinary angels would say Leo was crazy and something should be done about him. But not that Seraphim… No… That male angel knew why Leo had gotten violent during that time… And he could only sigh everytime that demon showed up in his magic waters.

“I don’t want to overstep, brother Leeteuk… But…”

“Say it, Suho. You couldn’t possibly give me a bad idea at the moment.” Jungsu was really tired… All of this because Yesung was afraid of Y/n getting too close to that demon… They should just let their spoiled sister do whatever she wants, as always. The younger angel nodded.

“Hm… How about talking to Leo? He already gave us a lot of face waiting for two centuries before asking about her… And he said at the beginning that he just wanted information, not to fight us…” The Archangel gave a pause. “Also, the demon didn’t really offend us, he kept all his rage on the demon realm.”

“You’re right, Suho.” Jungsu rubbed his temples. “Call brother Shindong. I want him to go.” The Archangel nodded again, quickly leaving the powerful one and going to look for the other Seraphim.

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Why? Why was that feeling never going away? Leo could feel the madness bubbling inside of him, he could feel the rage his kind had long fed against the angel race, he could feel the sense of loss that appeared every time he thought about her… But why? Leo really couldn’t understand the reason why he was feeling all of that.

After the night the angel had come to say her goodbyes, Leo didn’t feel anything. He had a bad premonition right after she left but it soon was crushed by the thought she was probably just being a drama queen to get his attention. So, Leo soon forgot about it. But then a month passed… A single month was nothing for eternal beings but… The angel used to go to his mansion every day…

Then, a year passed. Leo still was happy that his relaxed life was back. Then 25 years went… Even the other 5 great demons noticed that Leo wasn’t receiving the usual angelic visit. By the time it hit 50 years without the angel, Leo finally noticed that something was wrong. He started to notice that there was no more laughing around him, no more jokes between the servants, no more surprise visits from N or Ravi…

“What do you mean ‘why won't you go there anymore’? Last time I did, you shouted Y/n’s name and told ‘me’ that it was useless to try to catch your attention disappearing… And after you saw it was me you literally freaked out and beated me up in anger. You went full demon lord on me, I won’t go to your house until Y/n is back.” Ravi pouted when Leo asked him his motive after almost 70 years the angel left.

When the first century without you arrived, Leo suddenly noticed something really wrong with him. He looked around and discovered he was in the middle of punishing a slave… When he thought about the reason… It seemed that the slave had brought to his afternoon tea a human cake… The first recipe Y/n had teached to his servants… That triggered an unstoppable rage inside him.

That event made Leo isolate himself. He went through every single memory he had from that period of time since the crazy and innocent angel left. Finally he was able to realise that, as the decades went by, his episodes of blacking out and becoming a complete rage demon were getting more and more common…

When Leo came back from the isolation, it was already 150 years since the angel was gone. The demon had in mind that maybe the female had done something to him that made him lose control without her. Then, he went around the demon territory, trying to hear some news about her. Normally when angels like Y/n went on missions it was about demons getting out of control in other worlds.

But it had no results… Not even Hyuk’s connections could tell him anything about that exact angel. That made Leo even more uneasy… Finally, after 200 years, he decided to use his good relationship with the Seraphim family to reach out for them and ask about her. But who would know that as soon as the family heard about his questions, he would be thrown out of that world directly to the demon plane?

They didn’t even tell him anything about Y/n, just saying something like ‘She’s fine and away from you’ before forcing him back. That event made Leo lose most of his slim trust on angels and he started to use force to get their attention again. Since he couldn’t talk, he would cause trouble until they were willing.

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“Brother!” Yesung and Eunhyuk entered the big room with determined pace and loud voices. Leeteuk sighed and rubbed his forehead. He knew that as soon as they heard about his decision the duo would come after him.

“You can go, Suho. Please, tell brother Shindong what we talked about before he goes.” The oldest gave a hand sign for the youngest, who soon fled from the room, leaving the three Seraphim for themselves. “Now” Leeteuk turned to the younger duo “what do you guys want, not showing the minimum respect? I’m working, for Heavens’ sake!”

“Brother! I’m sorry but how can you send brother Shindong to talk with that demon?!” Yesung got closer to Leeteuk’s table and gave him a light bow before starting to complain.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, whatever. If it wasn’t important, I would be far away from this room but how can you indulge the demands of that demon that was misleading our little sister and making her want to fall?” Eunhyuk wasn’t so polite and straight up banged his hands on Leeteuk’s table.

“How come you two are always fighting but when it comes to Y/n both of you are like super protective human parents? Isn’t she already grounded there with the dream devils to defeat? Why can’t I give some answers to the poor soul?” The more powerful Seraphim didn’t have patience to deal with the temperamental brothers that day.

“What do you mean ‘grounded’? She can leave whenever she wants!”

“Yeah! She can leave, as long as she decides to forget about that silly and irresponsible crush she thinks she has with that creature.” The oldest angel couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes for the other two. They had the mentality of most warrior class angels. They never forgot their hatred for the demon kind nor could understand why their little sister would like a demon lord.

“You two need to calm down.” Leeteuk as an administrator class angel didn’t have so much hate. He didn’t see the problem in an interspecies relationship and he didn’t mind having to travel to see his fallen sister if it was really what she wanted. At least she would still be master of her own destiny, not like those angels that fell in disgrace and dishonor.

“You think falling for a demon would make her happy?” The duo were judgemental.

“No, I think falling for love would. And that’s why I’m sending Shindong there. If the demon truly feels something for her, then we all will stop interfering. But, if it’s just a fling for him, a whim, I’ll destroy any chance for Y/n to continue with that insane idea.” The leader’s voice was firm and serious, making even the unruled Eunhyuk to shut up.

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“M-Master…” The old slave butler called for Leo’s attention with a tiny voice so it wouldn’t startle the demon. Leo only made a hand gesture to allow the slave to talk. “Hm… Se-Seraphim Shindong is here… He said that you wanted to talk to him, sir… Should I let him in?” The poor stupid soul was trembleling. It knew that the angel at their doorstep was Lady Y/n’s brother.

“Guide him here, to my study.” Leo’s order was succinct and final. But it didn’t carry all the emotions the demon was feeling. When the angel entered the room and the butler closed the door, Leo greeted him with sarcasm and a diabolic smile, as a demon should. “So, you finally decided to talk with me, Seraphim?”

“Let’s cut the chase, Leo… We both know that the less time I stay here, the better.” The angel sat at the chair in front of the demon. “I’m here to answer your question about Y/n… But first, before I tell you everything I know, I need you to be just as honest with me.” Shindong was the best at negotiations, that’s why Leeteuk sended him. Leo knew that and was ready to agree with him.

“What do you want? I’ll answer one question only.” Leo wasn’t dumb, he knew the angels wouldn’t ever do anything free. Especially for a demon like lord him.

“Why? It doesn’t matter how I look at it, you hated Y/n coming everyday to annoy you. So, why? Why do you want to know about her?” The golden angelic eyes were glued at Taekwoon. “I thought you would thank my brothers for taking her from your side?”

“...” Leo hesitated to answer right away. After some minutes of thinking, the demon opened his mouth. “I… I think I got used to her presence here… I don’t really, honestly, know the answer to your question, Seraphim… I just know that I need to see her, I need to hear her voice, I need to be annoyed by her… That’s all I know.” His matter of fact tone left Shindong speechless.

“Well… I couldn’t ask for more honesty, I guess…” The angel shook his head after studying the demon’s expression for some silent minutes. “As promised, Y/n is in a dream dimension. She was forced to go there to fight against dream demons who were attacking humans without restraints.”

“Forced, you say?” Leo lifted a brow and Shondong noded.

“Yes, to be far away from you, her stupid brothers decided to lock her up in the dimension, she can only get out if the being that put her there let her leave or if she, as an angel, falls. As for her physical body, it’s resting perfectly safe in her room at our mansion.” The angel shrugged.

“So… when she can get out of there? I’m aware that the dream demons have been well behaved since last century.” That made Shindong let out a hopeless laugh.

“Eunhyuk gave her the condition of forgetting about you to bring her back.”

“So, she’s there until now because…” Leo felt his throat somehow closing. The angel didn’t answer him but became serious instead. Leo watched the Seraphim curve his body closer to his and say in a sober tone.

“Tell me, oh great demon lord Leo, if Y/n ever chooses to fall, would you accept her here? Or would you leave her to her own devices and regrets?” The demon was frozen by that question. He couldn’t even understand the words he let out as a reply.

“I wouldn’t let her regret it.” Both his and the angel’s eyes were big in surprise. None of them were expecting that but at the same time, Shindong was really satisfied with Leo’s words.

“Oh? Good to know that” A female voice came from the door, giving Shindong and Leo goosebumps. “Because I kinda did something…”

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guys I’ve gotten a lot of ideas for my next part… do y’all want one HUGE part or cut into 2 parts?

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biasedwriting · 3 months

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the finest gossamer [VIXX, Leo] M

Characters : VIXX's Leo / OC

Regency! AU

Rating : M for smut

Plot summary - Taekwoon spends an afternoon with his wife in the sunroom.

It was a relatively peaceful afternoon, Taekwoon mused, watching Minah patter about the sunroom, sealing a letter to Haneul, who was now touring the highlands with Wonshik. The room was a little one with a teak writing desk overflowing with papers - letters, he assumed, knowing his wife’s propensity for words both written and spoken (which both vexed and delighted him no end). He eyed his wife blowing out the candle on her desk before stacking the carefully sealed letters into the pigeon-hole cubby above the table. He smiled, amused by her ink-stained fingers and the grumbling that followed as she dabbed at her fingertips with an equally stained handkerchief.

Leaning against the door frame, the man crossed his arms. Despite how busy his viscountcy made him, he tried not to miss out on the domesticity of these moments. To him, Minah was a wonder to be beheld in her natural habitat, in complete comfort with her surroundings. Which was exactly why he found himself hurrying home after a session at the parliament to gaze at his wife. He bit his lip to hold back the laughter that bubbled up his throat when she began humming, floating over to the window to fix the sunflowers held in a pale blue porcelain vase before gently unlatching the windows to allow some air in.

Taekwoon took a silent step into the little sunroom of his house in the capital. Decorated to the tastes of the lady so lost in her thoughts by the window, he couldn’t help but feel surrounded by her presence in the room. From the bookshelf in the corner overflowing with titles she enjoyed (and he enjoyed gifting her with) to the little portrait of the two of them perched on the mantle, or the small turtle-shaped paperweights she had bought on a whim and vehemently placed on the table by the deep green high backed chair he was standing by, the sunroom was secretly Taekwoon’s favourite place in the house because it just was, Minah.

The summer sun streamed through the translucent curtains illuminating his wife’s body draped in the finest muslin he could adorn her in. The rays caressed her face illuminating the lighter shades of brown in the soft ringlets of her hair kissing the tops of her collarbones. Her deep lashes threw shadows on her rounded cheeks that he loved pressing his lips against. Her countenance was blank and blissful in the sunlight as the summer breeze wound its way into the room. The man's eyes roved over her face with delight before his throat went dry at the sight of the thin muslin barely concealing the pebbled buds of her …

“Taekwoon!” A gasp broke his reverie as she spun around, finally aware of his gaze “How long have you been waiting there?” She asked, crossing her arms, immediately obscuring his vision while she hurried to the lace shawl thrown on over the back of her chair to wrap it around her shoulders.

“Not too long,” her husband mused, frowning at the offending piece of cloth as she rang the bell to call for tea before ushering him to the high-backed chair.

“I know you said you'd be back for tea, but Haneul had written such an exciting letter I just couldn't wait to write back and then I completely lost track of time! ” She began pacing around the room, ears red as her husband watched with an amused smile. “She said I'd love the cattle in the highlands, darling large coos! Oh, where is Jeffery?” Minah wondered out loud only to have the stately servant hurry in with the tea service. “Fantastic! Dearest, Haneul sent us shortbread along with her letter, I made sure Jeffery would bring some with tea” Minah continued while Jeffery set the service on the little table before Taekwoon raised his hand to wave the man away.

“That will be all, Jeffery, ensure we're not disturbed,” he said before turning back to his wife who frowned in confusion. The servant left the room, closing the door behind him and Minah reached for the kettle to pour out the tea cautiously.

“Is everything alright?”

Taekwoon received the cup and saucer from her, eyeing her struggle to keep the shawl on her shoulders. Taking a deep sip, secretly scalding himself, he turned to set down the cup and reach across and yank the foolish fabric out of her grasp.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he hummed as she tried to reach for the shawl again only to have it held far away from her. The more she leaned forward, the greater Taekwoon's delight grew as he stared unabashedly at his wife's unadorned skin which he knew from experience would feel like cream in his palms.

“Give it back!” She huffed, now getting to her feet and stepping closer to him, unaware of the trap her husband was setting for her. “You're vexing me Lord Jung Taekwoon!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He chuckled, holding the shawl behind his back and quickly grabbing her wrist as she reached for it, tugging her onto his lap. Her foot hit the little table between the two high-backed chairs making the tea service rattle.

“I honestly thought something had happened during the parliamentary session, now I see Viscount Jung Taekwoon wants to play games,” Minah grumbled, still trying to reach for her shawl “Now unhand my shawl or the tea will get cold.”

“What if I say no?” Taekwoon replied, tucking the silly fabric firmly behind his back while his other hand went to support his wife's derriere, giving it a quick squeeze.

“You're being naughty,” she glared at the taller man, tugging at his deep brown coat.

“That I am,” he said, eyes fixed on her flushed skin, beaded buds now taught against the thin muslin, all he had to do was lean forward and…

Teeth sunk into his right earlobe gently as Minah gave it a quick nibble, sending blood rushing to his breeches. Minah quickly tried to retrieve her shawl which was firmly wedged between the back of the chair and her husband's broad back only to have him grasp at her jaw and fix his eyes on hers. She shivered, noticing his dilated pupils as he leaned up to join their lips. Remembering her initial mission, she turned her head away to look for the shawl only to feel his long fingers slip up to cup the back of her neck and guide her lips to his for a gentle kiss.

“Open your mouth, darling,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her firmly over his lap by the derriere making her gasp, feeling his need for her. Sliding his tongue past her parted lips he savoured her like a delicacy, now feeling her ink-stained fingers sliding into the strands of his hair making him grunt as he chased after her lips before breathlessly trailing kisses down her throat as soft whimpered breaths gurgled past her swollen lips.

Minah grasped firmly onto her husband's broad shoulders, the lace shawl long forgotten in his onslaught. Taekwoon's long graceful fingers slid the thin gown up her calves, pausing to fiddle with the garters holding her whisper-thin stockings to her body. She giggled at how ticklish it felt at first but threw her head back with a hiss when his lips surrounded her clothed nipple.

“Ah, Taekwoon,” she whimpered into his hair as his fingers pianoed across her thighs caressing the skin

“You're so soft, my love,” he mumbled against the now wet fabric before turning to the other achingly painful nipple awaiting his attention. His fingers played a wicked tune on the wet thatch of hair between her thighs as she gasped at the sensation of his index finger sliding over a throbbing bud of nerves over and over again till she gazed at him pleadingly with her mouth open and no words.

“What's that?” He hummed, speeding up his pace as his middle finger joined in to thoroughly stimulate her.

She finally let out a moan of his name, gripping at the shirt under his coat, nearly ripping it wide open. Slumping forward, she leaned on his shoulders and breathed out his name, pressing open-mouthed kisses beneath it in a way that had the little string of sanity holding him together snap.

Then he sank two of his fingers into her and set a quick rhythm that had her jolting pawing at the cravat and undoing his buttons to splay her fingers across his chest feeling his heart thud beneath her palm. Every touch had her hips moving frantically on his two fingers, pressing against the swelling bulge in her husband's breeches. She reached down to undo his bottoms grabbing at the now erect, throbbing organ with both hands making him rest his forehead against her chest with a groan.

“Minah,” he exhaled, curving his fingers within her making her squeeze around them as her hands came to a halt. She fixed her glazed-over eyes on her handsome husband, before reaching to tug his wrist away from her sopping core. There was a fire in her eyes that made Taekwoon feel like a man parched as he leaned up to tangle his tongue with hers. Her grip returned to his erection, firmly stroking till he moaned into her hungry lips.. Gently positioning her hips over his desire, she carefully lowered herself onto him and he scrambled to grasp her buttocks to support her ever-tightening descent.

“Minah, please,” he whispered groaning when she rolled her hips.

“You started this Taekwoon,” she hissed, gripping at the lapels of his very crumpled shirt. He eyed her as she lifted her hips and dropped them, tightening on her way down. Her gown was now clinging to her body with the sweat of her exertion as she frowned, scrabbling to rip the offending garment over the head and tossing it to the ground before moving in earnest while Taekwoon could only watch the majesty of his wife's form in the summer sunshine. Groaning, he gripped her hips thrusting up and watching her head fall back in pleasure. When his wife whined, rocking her hips to take him in deeper, he couldn’t help but oblige by picking up the pace till she shook above him, scrabbling at his chest, leaving streaks of red with her blunt nails. Panting at how impossibly tight she was getting around him, Taekwoon laced his fingers with hers thrusting up powerfully, emptying into her and keeping the pace till she spasmed along with him.

Pulling her towards his chest, he held his wife’s naked form, caressing her side as she took deep gasping breaths.

“You’re a wicked wicked man,” she mumbled against his now sweaty chest. Taekwoon looked down and tipped her head up to capture her lips in another chaste kiss.

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georgiebrits · 4 months

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Owned - Ravi

You're standing alone in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of candles and musk filling your nostrils. Suddenly, he enters the room, his tall and muscular frame eclipsing your small size. He claims that you belong to him now, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his gaze taking in every inch of your body, making you feel vulnerable and exposed. You realize he has full control over you, and a sense of danger and desire overtakes you. Your breath hitches, your skin tingles as his warm hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He stares at your lips for an extended moment, as if contemplating kissing you. "You're quite stunning," he says in a low growl, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck. "I'll take good care of you."

He leans forward and lightly kisses your forehead. The kiss lingers on it before his lips move downwards to trace soft lines down your chin, towards your neck. Your eyes fall closed as he continues trailing kisses up your throat.

When he finally reaches your lips, his mouth meets yours tentatively, hesitantly. He whispers "You're even more beautiful up close." He deepens the kiss, his tongue daringly probing your mouth. You feel his arousal pressing against you, and a soft groan escapes his lips. Slowly pulling away, he murmurs, "We have all night. I want to explore every inch of you."

He rids himself off his shirt as you start to softly trace his tattoos. His skin is warm under your fingertips, and his breathing becomes heavier with each stroke of your fingers. The tip of your fingers trail around his pec and he hisses, the sound reverberating through his chest. You don't know why he's so sensitive there, but you continue stroking and gently sucking his nipple until he's ached with pleasure. "Fuck," he groans, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders as he succumbs to the wave of pleasure that rushes through his body. "You're going to be the death of me."

You gasp as his teeth graze your neck, the sensation sending a wave of desire through you. He playfully nips at your skin, leaving a trail of marks down your collarbone. "You're mine," he growls possessively, his hands trailing down your body to cup your ass. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He presses a wet kiss to your hip bone, trailing kisses further down until they reach the tops of your thighs. "Mmm...this feels nice." He slowly slips one hand between your legs. "What do you think?"

He strokes your clit slowly and methodically You moan at his touch, arching your back as he strokes you. "Oh, god...yes," you pant, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He continues to tease you, alternating between circling your clit and dipping his fingers inside you. "Please...I need more," you whimper, writhing beneath him.

He smirks darkly and slides two fingers deep inside you. "Yes!" You cry out, thrusting into his hand desperately. You grab his wrist and pull hard, forcing his fingers to stop their torture. "That's it....fuck me harder." Not yet," he says with a low growl. He pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to groan in frustration.

He takes a step back and watches as you obediently drop to your knees, looking up at him with desire in your eyes. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hand reaching down to stroke your hair. "Now be a good little fucktoy and suck my cock." He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard, thick member, pushing it toward your waiting mouth.

His movements are slow and deliberate. You lick and suck every part of his cock while he slowly pushes it into your mouth, the head stretching your throat until he's buried completely inside. Once satisfied, he withdraws. You whine as the intrusion causes a twinge of pain in your mouth. He laughs at your response. "You should've known better than to mess with me, little toy," he growls, pushing you down onto your back. "Now I'm going to show you what happens to those who disobey." He pins your arms above your head with one hand and slides the other down your body until it finds your hot, wet core. Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside, making you gasp and moan. "God, you're so fucking wet," he says, his voice low and husky.

"It's going to be very easy for us to get carried away." Don't..." you beg him, your mind beginning to become clouded with lust.

"Don't what?" he asks, smiling mischievously. He starts pumping his fingers inside of you as he talks. "Don't fuck you?" He pulls them out.

You whimper in frustration as he pulls his fingers out of you, begging him not to stop. He grins down at you, his fingers glistening with your arousal. "I think you want me to," he says, his voice low. "You want me to fuck you hard and make you come all over my cock." He pushes you further back onto the bed and positions himself between your legs. "Just say the word and I'll give you what you want." The anticipation makes your body ache with need.

You watch him raise his eyebrows and smirk as he sees you look towards him.

Your mind is still fuzzy with lust, and you almost don't realize what he's trying to tell you. As he starts slowly entering you again, you realize what he wants and try to cover your mouth, but he won't let you. He thrusts deeper inside you, relishing the sensation of your tight, wet heat. "I want to hear you scream," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to hear you beg for more." With each powerful thrust, your body rocks with the force of his movements. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing with pleasure. Finally, unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a loud moan as pleasure washes over you. He chuckles, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's it, baby," he says. "Give in to me."

His voice lowers into a dangerous tone. "Make this worth my while." The last word is whispered so quietly you have trouble hearing him. His fingers move faster, his hips rocking and pushing against yours. You cry out, and a few seconds later he slams into you in a violent orgasm. He holds on to your hips for several moments after, both of you gasping for air. Finally, he withdraws from you and collapses onto the bed beside you. "You're all mine," he says, his voice raspy with satisfaction. "Never forget that." You nod, feeling a mix of pleasure and fear. You're not sure what's going to happen next, but for now, you're content to bask in the afterglow, surrounded by the scent of candles and musk, and the feeling of his warmth next to you.

As you trace the intricate tattoos adorning his muscular chest, your eyelids grow heavy with sleep. You feel him shifting beside you, adjusting the blankets to cover you both. As you drift off into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, you're content to be in this dimly lit room, surrounded by the scent of candles and musk, and the warmth of the man next to you.

A nice request from @sadfragilegirl I hope it lives up to your expectations :)

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Green Light || Bang Chan x Reader (.5k)

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist

ATEEZ

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Seonghwa) - Suggestive

Shoo Fly! - Hongjoong - 3rd POV

Worst Date Scenario - Yeosang x OC

The Orchard - Jongho x reader

Stay or Go - Mingi x reader

The Lighthouse - Yunho x reader - suggestive

Metamorphosis - Yeosang x reader - yandere

Genie - Wooyoung x Hongjoong x reader - yandere

The Convention - Seonghwa x reader

Unfriended - San x reader - yandere

AOMG/ h1ghrmusic/MoreVision

The Trolls - Jay Park - Poem

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park - Fluff

The Collector _ Jay Park - Humour

Backstreet Boys Party - Jay Park x Backstreet Boys - Horror

Astro

Altar - Moonbin x reader- Horror yandere

Big Bang

Cursed! - Jiyong x reader

BTOB

Birthday Cake - Minhyuk x Reader - Suggestive

Dean - Kwon Hyuk

Torment of the Demon -Dean x reader - yandere

DBSK

The P.I - Yunho x OC - Detective AU

The P.I (2) - Yunho - Detective AU

Forget Me Not - Jaejoong x OC

Once Upon A Time - Jaejoong x OC

No Exit - Junsu x OC x Jaejoong - Suggestive

The Boss - Junsu x OC

Linked by Ink - Jaejoong x reader - fluff - fantasy

The Rooms - Changmin x Minho x reader

Season of the Witch - Junsu x reader -yandere

Enhypen

Carnival of Fright - Heeseung - Horror

EXO

Worst Date Scenario - Kyungsoo x Reader

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Sehun) - Suggestive

The Honey Trap - Lay x reader - Suggestive

Flight 472 - Kai x reader - fluff

Office Dalliance - Suho x reader - smut

The Satyr - Xuimin - humour

Imprint - Baekhyun x reader - yandere smut

Truth best told cold - Suho x reader - yandere

iKON

Re-Run? - OT7 x OC

Re-Run, Re-Run - OT7 x OC

The Maintence Guy - Junhoe x reader

Monsta X

Truth Captured - Kihyun

Romantic getaway in October - Hyungwon x reader - horror

Night Terrors - Minhyuk x reader - yandere

Here Kitty, Kitty! - Joohoney x reader - yandere horror

NCT

Revenge is best served in high heels - Yandere Johnny

The Purple - Taeyong x OC - Implied Smut

The Purple (2) - Taeyong x OC

Worst Date Scenario - Yuta

Aliens Are Here! - Mark x OC - X-Files AU

Baby Doll - Doyoung x reader - Yandere

I Wonder - Haechan x reader - yandere

Mark and the guys in black - Mark x reader

Green Tea Fangs - Jaehyun x reader - suggestive- horror

The Mechanic - Taeil l x reader - yandere

Oneus

The Tribe - Leedo x OC - Fluff

Pentagon

The Sculptor - Wooseok x reader - yandere

The Rose

The Garden - Woosung x reader - yandere

Seventeen

Catnip Man Series - Jeonghan x OC - Fluff

Worst Date Scenario - Mingyu x OC

Roadside Service - Seungkwan x reader - fluff

The Shortcut - Joshua x reader

Mountain Laurel (Kalmia latifolia) - Jeonghan x reader - Yandere

Party - Minghao x reader

Autons. - Vernon x reader - sci fi - horror

Shinee

Home - Kibum (Key) x reader

The Rooms - Minho x Changmin x reader

SF9

The Tribe (2) - Multiple x OC

Cancelled Flight - SF9 x OC

The 10 O’Clock - Rowoon x reader - smut

Chapstick Caper - Jaeyoon x reader

Narcissus - Hwiyoung x reader - Suggestive - yandere

Friends with Benefits - Jaeyoon x reader

Stray Kids

The Arena - Bang Chan - King of Hell

Munchausen syndrome by proxy. - Hyunjin x reader - yandere

Drenched payback - Minho x reader

The Interrogation. - Christopher x reader - horror

Super Junior

Bus Ride - Donghae x reader

UP10TION

Welcome To Reality - Jinhyuk x Reader - Yandere

Verivery

Compiler - Gyehyeon x reader - horror

Victon

Timemaster - Seungsik x Reader

VIXX

Replacement - Leo x OC - Yandere

Wanna One

Sneakers - Sungwoon x reader - fluff

The Changeling - Kang Daniel x reader

2PM

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park x OC

The Collector - Jay

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Wooyoung) - Suggestive

Stress Relief - Junho x reader - smut

Fragrant Obsession - Jun.k x reader - yandere

Kdrama Actor

Mr. S - Lee Dong Wook x OC - Suggestive

The Marionettist.- Lee Dong Wook x reader - yandere

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 2 months

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ᗰᗩIᑎ ᗷOY ᘜᖇOᑌᑭ ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇᒪIՏT

⊹⊰ &𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝟤𝗉𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝟪𝟤𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝟪𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌&𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗍𝖻𝗈

⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝖺𝖾𝟣𝟥𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗍𝗈𝖻 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗍𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗂𝗑

⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝟨 ⊹⊰ 𝖾'𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗏𝗇𝗇𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗑𝗈

⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 ⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖨𝖭𝖨 ⊹⊰ 𝖩𝖮𝟣 ⊹⊰ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝟪 ⊹⊰ 𝗆𝖼𝗇𝖽

⊹⊰ 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝗇.𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝟣𝟤𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 ⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍

⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝖿 ⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗈𝖿 ⊹⊰ 𝗉𝟣𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝗋𝗂𝗂𝗓𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

⊹⊰ 𝗌𝖿𝟫 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗓 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾

⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗐𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗑𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝗂𝗑𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗏 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝖾𝗂

⊹⊰ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗑𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗑𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾

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k-hotchoisan · 18 days

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the scentist

Your neighbour—Choi San—is such a gentleman on top of being a complete hunk and smelling so fuckin good. Especially so when he offers his hoodie when he sees you being drenched. Well, nothing could come out of such a simple gesture of kindness, right?

Genres/Warnings: perverted & obsessed scentist!San, Olfactophilia (sexual arousal from scent), masturbation on clothing, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, cumming untouched, armlock (light) breeding, pussy drunk San💙

💙 @san-network 💜

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A/N: WE BEEN KNEW THAT I’D LEAVE MY FAVOURITE MAN FOR THE LAST!! 😮‍💨 don’t be sad that this event is ending ok,, we got more to cum come 🥰 thank u for giving my fics so much love as always!!

🩷back to staying perverted

Lavender. Sweet pea. Azalea. Gardenia.

The scents of the florals fill his lab, something he’s so used to already. As the concoction bubbles, he walks over to the other flowers potted along the shelf, pressing the petals against his nose, taking in their smell before he pulls away. He pulls off his goggles, walking over to his desk, staring at the standing whiteboard, filled to the corners with flower names, chemical compounds, and other miscellaneous details. Even though he’s doing fine, he feels that something is missing. Choi San feels stale and stuck.

The rain is pattering down heavily against the pavement, he stares at the raindrops hitting the leaves of his plants. San often gets compliments on how beautiful his plants are, and how natural he is at gardening. San would don his signature smile and he would thank them for the compliment. Sometimes, his neighbours would come by to ask for gardening advice and San would gladly entertain them. This evening was no different. Another one of his neigbours who was growing greens had wanted to express appreciation by buying San his favorite fertilizers. Stacking them neatly in his cabinet, San then decides to head down to the reception to receive his parcel.

Fuck. The downpour was so sudden. It totally caught you off guard, and you were drenched before you realised it. You make it to the entrance of your apartment complex, shivering slightly from the air conditioning. You shake off the excess water off your arms, and when you look up, your heartbeat quickens—your apartment complex crush is standing at his letterbox, filtering through his mail while he holds a parcel in his arms. He’s in a grey hoodie, and for some reason, it makes him look big, and it’s driving you insane. Shit, shit, shit. You pray that he doesn’t turn around and see you.

“Hey. Good evening y/n”, San greets cheerily. You force a smile, “Good evening San.”

San has his eyes on you, and you swear he’s eyeing you down—probably judging you for being drenched and shit.

“Looks like you reached back just in time”, he teases, and you pout.

“I feel like a drenched dog. Is this how dogs feel after a shower?” You reply, brushing your hands through your wet locks, all in an attempt to stop yourself from staring at San laugh—his voice is hypnotic enough to make you melt into a puddle already. The cold air from the air conditioning hits you once more, and this time you’re beginning to shiver uncontrollably on top of struggling to open your damn letterbox and not looking like a circus in front of your crush.

You focus on fidgeting with your letterbox keys, your fingers reaching out to snatch the letters. When you close the latch, San has his hoodie unzipped, and he’s removing said outerwear.

“San, what are you-“

He’s about to hand you the hoodie, but he instead opts to put his parcels in your hands, and he fucking fits the hoodie around your shoulders, and when he does, his smell floods your senses. He smells like a mix of floral—with hints of spice and citrus, and although for a brief moment, you have it locked in some part of your brain. His fingers brush against yours as he takes his parcels and letters from you, and it doesn’t help that he’s in a black shirt that hugs his biceps, shoulders, and chest a little too well. You barely muster the strength to peel your eyes away, feeling your heart flutter when his fingers brush against yours as he retrieves his packages back from you.

You look up, hoping that the fluorescent lights don’t highlight the heat that’s rushing to your cheeks. You’re still shivering, but suddenly you don’t feel as cold as before.

“Thank you, San”, you smile. “I’ll wash it and return it to you ASAP.” San smiles in response and the both of you walk to the lift together, light conversations and laughter filling the spaces as your body and your heart gradually warm up.

San is exhausted—he’s been at the lab back to back, drafting report after report, and it’s been taking chunks out of him. Palm against his neck, he tilts his head, shutting his eyes as he stretches his neck, and then he sighs. His superiors finally approved his reports and now he has the god-given chance of going home and catching up on his sleep for the night.

The muffled sounds of his doorbell stir him up from his sleep. He doesn’t shift for a couple of seconds. Then his hands shift across the bedsheets to feel for his phone. The doorbell sounds a couple more times and San grunts in his groggy state, his fingers hitting against the edge of his phone, which he pulls closer to him to check the time.

It’s 2 pm. He crashed for 14 hours last night.

He slowly sits up, letting his sight adjust to the afternoon sun filtering through his windows before he walks over to the front door. He’s slightly grouchy from the amount of sleep he clocked in, but as he swings the door open, the remainder of his sleep dissipates when he sees that it’s you standing before him.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask, rubbing your neck. “I wanted to return you this..”, you bring up a paper bag to San’s view. San is still registering this.

“But you weren’t home for the past couple of days, and I don’t have your phone number..”

San blinks. Then his hands reach out to take the paper bag, and his eyes glance downwards.

Ah, it’s his hoodie.

He looks up back to you. “Thank you. Don’t tell me you’ve been coming here every day to try to pass me this?”

“Yes and no..?” you answer with a smile. It spreads to San, who suddenly feels a shot of guilt for making you come to his unit when he wasn’t even there half of the time.

“I’ll treat you to dinner for the trouble I’ve put you through”, he says hastily. He thinks the way your eyes widen and how pink is flushing at the tip of your ears is so adorable, and then he cuts you off before you attempt to decline his offer, “Pass me your phone.”

The phone in your hand is in his now and he types in his phone number before he hands it back to you.

He leans in slightly closer, and there is a particular scent that slowly starts to make its way to his brain. Is it coming from you? For some reason, he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head since the day he lent you his hoodie. And there it was again, faint, but it was definitely there.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, y/n?”

He’s almost disappointed when he sees you shake your head, but at the same time, he has lab work to do, so he shuts the door after he sends you off with a smile, not knowing that you omitted that you wore his hoodie a couple more times after washing (mostly due to the cold weather).

He drops off the paper bag on his bedroom floor before he heads off to his home lab.

Unfortunately, the extra 14 hours of sleep still doesn’t spark inspiration for his chemistry, and he ends up spending barely an hour in his lab, mostly tending to his flowers, before he decides to call it a day.

San is back in his bedroom, and he decides to unpack his hoodie from the paper bag. His hands reach into the bag and retrieve the hoodie, and when he unfolds the hoodie, his mind immediately hazes at the scent coming off the garment. Fuck. It’s even more prominent. It’s the scent that he can’t get out of his fucking head, and now it’s pretty much in his hands.

You smell like fucking heaven, San thinks, placing the outerwear under his nostrils once more, inhaling, the smell completely entering the crevices of his mind. He groans and curses at the way his erection is pushing against his pants just from your fucking smell. It’s more than just the detergent you use—it’s so much more intimate and intoxicating than that, and it’s undoubtedly driving San fucking crazy. He’s so sure that this is the scent that he’s been chasing after.

San walks over to his bed, comfortable on the mattress while he pushes his pants past his thick thighs, his cockhead pushing against his underwear, forming a dark and wet spot. He inhales shakily, teasing himself, the precum thickening and staining more of his underwear. It doesn’t take him long to kick off his sweats and underwear completely, letting his cock spring out with a relieved sigh, before he slowly starts fucking his hand while his other hand has his head filled with your pheromones.

The thought of you on that rainy evening, the way the rain had drenched your white shirt through, your bra showing, cupping your tits so fucking teasingly. San wonders if you did it on purpose because he would have just ripped your shirt open right then and there. His repressed fantasies begin to bubble up—the thought of him inviting you to his unit instead, letting his hands feel you up, making sure your goosebumps are from his touches rather than the cold because he swears he can warm you up quickly. He would press himself against you, taking in your scent, before he’d slip his hands underneath your pathetic white shirt, cupping your tits, then sliding your pants off—he knows he can’t even wait till the both of you reach his bedroom—the furthest the both of you would go? The fucking couch.

Your smell floats, and it’s dragging him deeper and deeper. San bucks his hips against his hand, soft moans pouring out his lips, whining your name against the fragrant garment, his precum turning thicker by the minute. He’s liked you ever since he met you when you first moved in, and now you’re filling up every part of his olfactory senses. He’s desperate to fill you up with him, make sure you’re holding your shirt up with your teeth, your eyes filling up with tears as he slams his cock into your warm pussy, over and over, forcing yourself to stay quiet so the neighbours don’t hear.

Fucking hell. San’s thighs shake slightly at the thought of it. He takes another inhale, and it’s like a dopamine reset once more, perfect at the moment when he’s bringing himself to the edge. Your voice echoes in his head, the pretty sounds you’d make, the expressions that he would indulge in for himself.

Thick streams of cum bubble from his silt, and he almost suffocates himself from the sick pleasure of burying his face in his hoodie drenched in your scent, he catches his breath as the scent slowly fades when he pulls the hoodie from his face, panting from an orgasm that he knows will never be enough one time.

As San washes off his high in the warm showers, he decides to attempt to recreate your scent, wanting to keep it all for himself. And he knows just a hoodie isn’t gonna be enough.

You’ve been flipping your apartment upside down, looking for your panties. At first, you didn’t notice that one pair went missing—chalking it off as you misplacing your laundry. But when the second one you swore you dropped off in the fresh laundry hamper disappears, along with a third, you realise something was amiss. You retrace your steps—you did have a couple of people over recently, but the majority of them were your girl friends, if you minus off how you and San have been going over to each other’s places for meals ever since the both of you exchanged phone numbers. Undoubtedly, your feelings for him have grown exponentially, especially when the both of you spent time with each other in (almost) close proximity. San had always been polite and helped around with cleaning up the dishes, and he had a very endearing habit of leaning in closer to you—whether to just tease you or to hear you better—it would never fail to make you act flustered around him before you would roll your eyes and push him away.

Needless to say, the relationship had blossomed since that rainy evening. You just didn’t expect to grow so close with your apartment complex crush, and while there were nights where San’s face, San’s voice, San’s body would bubble up to the surface when your orgasms washed over you, leaving you squirming and shy once the post nut clarity hit, you thought to yourself that the relationship between the both of you was good enough for now.

You scratch your head, racking your brains as to where your panties might have magically disappeared to. You’re lost in thought until the ping from your phone brings you out of it. You go over to check, and it’s from San—reminding you of dinner at his place. Right, the panties can wait for now.

“I hope I’m not late”, you smile as San opens the door for you to let you in. San returns it, “No, I just placed the order. It’s gonna take awhile.”

You take a seat on his couch. No matter how many times you’ve been to his place recently, you always feel that it’s still so spacious.

Then he breaks your train of thought.

“Is there something you’d like to do while waiting?” You let your eyes wander around his apartment again, and they land on the potted plants on his window sill.

Your eyes dart away from how San is staring down—his body is facing towards you, giving you his fullest, and it’s making you slightly self-conscious.

“I’m wondering what you’re always so busy with.”, you say. You’re ready to be rejected when San doesn’t answer right away. Right, it’s probably something personal to him too. But you can’t help but overthink when he doesn’t reply immediately sometimes. It makes you feel so childlike.

He stands up, gesturing you to follow him. “It’s a little embarrassing”, San replies as he guides you to the tightly shut door. He presses his fingertip onto the keypad—it lights up green and San pushes the door knob down, and the door pushes open.

It is as if it is another world. The lights are dim and the air is a lot cooler, albeit slightly more humid thanks to the myriad amount of plants littered around the room. He has so many species—differentcolours and different flowers. The scents hit you next, the floral scent floating around your nostrils at different intensities.

“A whole nursery?” You exclaim, walking near to some of the flowers.

“Yes and no. It’s more of a lab”, San corrects you, walking over to the heavy desk just full of lab equipment. “Sorry, it’s kinda messy.”

You shake your head, still taking in the sight of his botanically busy room, amazed.

As you near more of the equipment, the scents grow stronger. The whole lab smells so fragrant, and you’re surprised that it’s not overpowering, to say the least.

“So, what do you do here exactly?” You ask, taking another whiff of the fragrance while staring at the rows of test tubes before you.

“I make scents. It’s just a side hobby of mine on top of my research”, San explains. He picks up a test tube and gestures you to take a whiff, and so you do, pleasantly surprised at how much the scent smells just like him.

“Then what’s your little project now?”

San pauses. He doesn’t look you in the eye for that split second. As he parts his mouth to answer, the doorbell rings, and it jumps him out of his thoughts. The food is here.

Seated across San, as you always do, San is plating the takeout while you prepare the utensils. The topic of his lab comes up again, but you completely forget about asking about his projects.

Midway through the conversation, the rice cake that you were trying to eat somehow slips off the utensil and drops onto your clothes, causing you to jump in surprise, somehow toppling your plate with the leftover sauce, on top of staining on your clothes, much to your dismay.

“Shit”, you curse, casting an irritated glance at the splatter on your clothes. The plate clatters on the floor. You stand there, slightly dumbfounded at the situation. You’re wondering if you should just head home to change out, considering that your unit isn’t too far from his. But before you have the chance to bring up that suggestion, San cuts you off.

“You can drop your clothes into the washing machine. In the meantime, you can borrow my hoodie. It should be on the clean laundry hamper.”

“San-“

He turns to you with a comforting smile. “It’s fine. Rice cake sauce isn’t the easiest to clean off when you leave it for too long. I’ll clean up the floor.”

You realise arguing with him isn’t work out in your favour, nor will it get the rice cake sauce off your clothes any quicker, so you decide to heed his words and head to his room.

Undressing yourself once you shut the door, you drop your soiled clothes into the washing machine. It was then you realise that you are pretty much naked, in Choi San’s fucking bedroom. Struggling to keep your head out of the gutter, you decide to focus on finding that damn grey hoodie. Your eyes scan his room, trying to search for the grey hoodie. And your eyes land on a thick-looking piece of garment on one of the laundry hampers. You walk over to pick it up.

You put his hoodie over, and there it is again—the spicy citrus smell. Choi San’s smell. Your thighs push against each other a little tighter this time. Then something in your peripherals catch your attention—a lace garment. You inch closer, and your heart drops.

It’s a pair of lace underwear.

Fuck. Is he seeing someone and he didn’t tell you? A thick lump forms in your throat.

And then it goes away when you start picking up another two more panties from the hamper, and the realisation hits you like a fucking truck—these are your fucking panties.

Things are not adding up in your brain, that’s for fucking sure.

At that moment, San bursts into the bedroom, and a panicked expression scribbled across his face. His eyes are blown wide open when they land on the three pairs of panties in your hands.

You stare back at him, almost mirroring his expression, the only difference being confusion for you instead.

The corner of San’s lips pull into a half smile. “Oops.”

“San, what’s the meaning of this?” You ask, feeling your face flush rapidly.

“Well”, San pauses. “you asked what scent I’m making next right? It’s yours.”

“My scent?” You echo back in question to him. San sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he inches closer to you, trapping you underneath him when you finally hit his bed.

“Yes, darling. Your scent”, his voice almost turning into a whisper, dropping octaves lower. “You’re so cruel—keeping something so intoxicating to yourself.”

You swallow hard. San’s eyes still reflect his usual gentle demeanor, but now it’s slowly being tinted with something else. Something more ominous. Despite that, it only draws you in, like a prey being slowly hypnotized by her predator. You should be shocked, terrified even, but the only thing streaming through the nerves of your brain is the internal begging for San to just eat you up right now.

You suddenly realise that the hoodie isn’t zipped up, the outerwear slipping down your arms. You remain still, your heartbeat slamming against your ribcage.

“You can run out of my apartment now. I’m giving you five seconds”, San tells you, and your mind is spinning at the thought of him even giving you a chance to leave.

Five seconds pass. You’re still staring up at the male above you, whose lips are curling into a satisfied smirk.

His fingers cup your jaw, and he tells you, “Open up.” Sparks splatter across your eyelids the moment his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer on instinct, the feeling of his thick erection behind the two layers of fabric sending you into an orbit on top of his tongue teasing yours. He pulls back, licking off the strings of saliva between the both of you. His gaze is locked onto yours.

“Please? Let me taste you. I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good”, his request sounding more like a beg. Your mind is hazy. Choi San? In between your fucking legs? You swallow hard, and then you nod.

San lowers himself to your clothed cunt, his eyes shut in bliss when he presses himself against your pussy.

“Heaven”, is all he mutters, his eyes casting you a glazed expression that was definitely about to drive you fucking insane, before his fingers pull against the waistband of your panties, slipping them off you.

The moment you feel his tongue press against your pussy, your mind threatens to shut off. San is breathing heavily against your soaking pussy, taking in the sight, taste, and smell of what you’re finally giving to him. Every time your thighs jerk to shut at the sensation of his tongue licking you up, his hands push you open for him forcing you to take his tongue in your cunt, and it’s wiping out any remaining rational thoughts you didn’t even know you had.

Your fingers tug against his scalp, pushing your hips deeper onto his tongue, your back arched from how fucking good he feels. His tongue is lapping you up, teasing your clit over and over again once he hits the sweet spot, his fingers leaving imprints on your thighs when he hears you whine and moan his name.

All San can think about is how fucking amazing you taste—he knew it would be another fucking level than pressing his nose against the fabric of your panties and fucking into his hand for the past few weeks, but actually letting you fuck his face? He’s on fucking cloud nine.

His glazed-out eyes shift to look up at you, watching the way you’re squirming under him, the sounds of his wet tongue fucking you, tasting you, echoing around his room. Your cream and pussy are the only things he can register, and he wants to keep it for himself, forever.

“S-San-“, you cry out, your mind just threatening to blank out at every flick of his tongue. He’s building your orgasm at such a dangerous pace, and tears are pooling at the corners of your eyes when you feel something funny bubbling at the pit of your stomach. “I think I’m gonna fuck-“

“That’s it. Let it go for me. That’s a good fucking girl”, San encourages, before his tongue presses against your clit, giving you another lick before white washes over you, your cunt pulsing violently against his tongue from the sheer pleasure, then clear fluids splattering onto San’s pretty face—who seemed unfazed, considering he’s still lapping your cunt up, while you’re almost thrashing above him as the overstimulation starts to sink in. Your moans sound like cries when you beg him to stop. San doesn’t relent, and he only stops when he suddenly whimpers, switching over to kiss your thighs, decorating your plump flesh with love bites. He pushes a finger in, letting you stain and coat his fingers, enjoying your whines before he pulls out and towers over you.

“Fuck, if I’d known you’d taste this good, I would have stolen your panties sooner”, he mutters, cleaning his fingers with his tongue, desperate to taste you again.

You’re catching your breath from going through the most mind-blowing orgasm, watching San pulling his shirt over his head, and then slipping out of his sweats, your breath caught in your throat when his fat cock comes into view, thick and heavy, and covered in thick cum.

San’s fingers curl around your neck, and he lowers himself to litter kisses across your neck and jaw, it’s giving you goosebumps, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

He pauses right at the shell of your ear.

“I want to wear you over and over again. I want to lock you up in me—bottle you up so I can keep you for myself.”

“Then do it. I’m here for you to dip into your pretty little fantasies in, San.”

You swear you see something snap in the poor male, especially from the way he takes a deep inhale—shakily— before he parts your lips with his, leaving you breathless when your little steamy make-out session ends.

“You don’t know what you do to me, darling”, San cautions when he pulls back. His hair is tousled but fuck, he still looks so fucking good. “And I’m not stopping even if you’re screaming.”

Fuck.

He fucks his hand, soft sighs leaving his lips, as his cum dribbles down his length, before he lines up to your hole and pushes in easily.

You hear him groan above you, your eyes are fixated on the way he’s losing himself in your pussy, and your mind is finally growing blank the more his cock fills you up. He’s stretching you open so fucking good, filling you up to the hilt.

“You’re squeezing me so much, darling. Fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?” His eyebrows are scrunched, his hands holding your legs up while he lets you adjust to his cock.

But he doesn’t warn you before he starts moving, his impatience completely overriding any ounce of rationale he has left in him.

“So good. San, you feel so fucking good”, your moans sounding like cries whenever his hips snap against yours, the obscene sounds only adding to the tension.

“You take me so fucking well, darling”, San’s voice is ringing in your ears. “Look at your fucking pussy just swallowing me up like that.”

You don’t even reply to that, your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your head is somewhere in fucking heaven where San is definitely fucking you into.

Just when you feel that you were about fucking fall apart on his cock, he pulls out, and you barely manage to catch your breath when San instructs you to turn over. You do, your ass up for him, and he enters your cunt once more, before fucking into you from the back. You don’t fucking know how, but you swear that his cock feels even thicker from the back.

His hands press against your hips, fucking you deep before he lets his hands slide down your body and he stops at your neck, gesturing you to look up at him as he leans down to press his lips against yours—all while rearranging your guts from the back.

He lets you pull back when you feel your neck is growing sore, and then he puts his body weight onto you, his arm tucking underneath your neck.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. You feel so fucking amazing”, San whispers, tickling every crevice of your brain as he presses his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder, his thrusts turning more like ruts. The arm lock around your neck isn’t cutting off oxygen thankfully, but the thought of him choking you out only drags you closer to your high.

“Cumming, I’m cumming San-“, you whimper, tears trickling from your eyes from how much his cock is constantly hitting in such deep fucking spots of your pussy.

“Me too, babe. Gonna fill you up so nice and good, that’s what you’d like, right?” San teases, his cock twitching in you before he groans, his warm cum filling you up so good right at the same time your orgasm hits you once more, making you squeeze even more cum from San, perfectly milking him dry in your pussy.

“So fucking perfect”, you hear San mutter, and you can’t help but flush, even though he just fucked every ounce of sanity out of you. His lips trail down the nape of your neck, his eyes are locked onto you, hazy and tinted with a hint of a growing obsession you could never tell.

He’s not letting go of you.

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