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ktwritesshit · 3 years ago

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Maniac

Pairing: killer!Jaemin x Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do it), blood play, impact play, knife play, choking, light degradation, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader, oral (Jaemin receiving), face fucking, gagging, spitting, begging, orgasm denial, hair pulling, potential dubcon, controlling/possessive behavior Summary: A Halloween trip to a hotel with a bloody history turns out to be bloodier than you expected. Word Count: 3,515 Author’s Note: A late Halloween fic. I just wanted to go full unhinged, so here we are. Also, just in case it needs to be said, do NOT date or fuck serial killers.

Perhaps it was not the best idea to stay in a hotel notable for people to go missing from it only to turn up dead and butchered a few weeks later. And yet, even as you realized this, you also realized it was just a tad too late as you and your friends had checked in and already had your keys in hand. You still couldn’t recall whose idea this was, other than it definitely was not yours, though you were sure you were going to give a piece of your mind to whoever suggested it once you all were safely back home.

“Here’s your key,” your best friend says as they hand it to you. Not only did someone have the brilliant idea to stay in a murder hotel, but they also decided it was even more brilliant to sleep in separate rooms. The only saving grace was that they were all next to each other, so if anyone screamed as they were being murdered, the others would hear it.

“Thanks,” you say, not bothering to hide the displeasure in your voice. Your friends merely grinned at you in response. You rolled your eyes and bent down to grab your bag when suddenly it was yanked away before you could.

“Allow me to get that for you, sir,” says a bellhop in a purple uniform, black hair sticking out from under his bellhop cap, smile not quite reaching his eyes…until he sees you. Upon meeting your eyes, there’s suddenly a spark in his, though you’re not sure why.

“Oh, um, thank you. You don’t have to,” you say sheepishly, adjusting your cane as you rub the back of your neck with your now free hand.

The bellhop—whose name tag proclaims to be Jaemin—simply shakes his head. “Please, it’s my job. What room are you in?” he asks curiously. You double-check your key and tell him your room number. He nods and says, “Follow me.”

You glance at your friends, not entirely sure what you want them to do. Whatever it was, it was not to give you knowing nudges and basically shoo you off with the admittedly very attractive bellhop. You were sorely tempted to flip them off, but a part of you felt like you’d get kicked out if you tried such a vulgar move in such a fancy hotel, so you kept your fingers to yourself as you followed Jaemin to the elevator.

“So how long will you be staying with us?” Jaemin asks curiously once the doors ding shut. You’re surprised to see that it’s only you two on the elevator. And despite the ample amount of space, he stands so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of him even through the thick jacket he wore. You swallow hard, your heart beating against your ribs at his close proximity as you try to remember what it was he asked you.

“Oh, um, only tonight. We’re gonna check out tomorrow and head back home,” you answer with a shrug, trying to focus on any part of his face other than his eyes or his lips. Unfortunately your attention to his cheek doesn’t last long because his lips twisting into a smirk catches your attention.

“You and your friends are awfully brave to be spending Halloween in a place like this,” he chuckles, adjusting his grip on your bag.

“Is that too heavy for you? Because I can take it—” you say, deciding against answering him, reaching for your bag only for him to pull it out of your reach.

“I can assure you I’ve carried much heavier than this, I’ll be fine,” he says, waving it off. You frown but let it go, since he does work as a bellhop, so it only makes sense he’s used to carrying heavy bags. Still, you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort, ready to swoop in should he show even the slightest hint of weakness. His face, however, is impassive even as he steps off the elevator once the doors are opened, leading you to your room.

You didn’t even realize you were still holding your keycard in your hand until he snatched it out and swiped it to unlock the door to your room, ushering you inside. You scarcely even have time to protest before you’re distracted by the state of the room. You knew it was a pretty fancy hotel, but you had no idea it was this fancy. The single bed in the room was a giant four-poster bed, made up with what looked like silk sheets and and a gold thread comforter. Everything looked like it cost more than your rent, even the flat screen TV hanging across from the bed. Just looking at the extravagance of the room is a painful reminder that you wouldn’t even be here had you not been saving up for the past year specifically for this.

“First time in a place like this?” Jaemin asks, noting the awe in your face as you look around. You nod, setting your cane against the night stand and sitting on the edge of the bed, groaning as you sank into the mattress. You’d never felt such a comfortable bed in your life. And the best part was you didn’t even need to get up. You were only staying the night, so it didn’t make sense to unpack anything.

Jaemin nods as he sets your bag at your feet. “I hope you enjoy your stay. Feel free to call the front desk if you need anything,” he says as he gestures to the phone on the night stand before patting your knee and heading for the door. You’re so absorbed in making yourself comfortable that you don’t see the way he lingers in the doorway, or the gears turning in his mind. This won’t be the last time you see him…

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You’re awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps, and it takes you longer than you’d like to admit to discern if they were simply in your dream or if they were real. As you come more into consciousness, you realize the sounds have stopped and your room is dead silent minus the white noise machine you brought with you to help you sleep. A part of you wants to ignore it and go back to sleep, but another, more stupid part of you wants to open your eyes, just for the assurance that it’s all in your head.

It’s not.

You blink open your eyes and take a moment to adjust to the darkness before looking around. At first, you almost don’t notice it. It’s dark and you’re half asleep, so you could almost be forgiven for not noticing the man standing next to your bed. When you do notice, your heart stops. He’s tall, wearing a gas mask over his face, his hair wild as it sticks out from under the straps, and all he wears is dark blue coveralls with gloves and heavy boots. Something glinting in the moonlight catches your eye, and you realize with even more growing panic that he’s holding a switchblade. You try to make a grab for your phone on the night stand, but he’s faster, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he straddles your stomach. Your scream is quickly cut off as he clamps a hand over your mouth, ignoring the way you squirm underneath him.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, or am I going to have to gag you?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the mask, though it didn’t stop it from sounding…very familiar. Even through your panic, you realize you know this voice, that you heard it not that long ago. Jaemin.

You swallow hard and relax under him, showing your submissiveness. He tentatively pulls his hand away from your mouth, and when you don’t make any noise or movements, he uses it to tug down the comforter, revealing the thin t-shirt you decided to wear to bed. He wasted no time in letting go of your wrists and using the switch blade to cut through the shirt you wore, pulling the pieces apart to bare your chest to him. His mask hides his face from you, so you have no idea if he likes what he sees or not. A gloved finger traces along one of your top surgery scars, causing a shiver to race down your spine. Your hands fidget from where he left them above your head, itching to reach up and take the mask off of him. But he still had the switchblade in his hand and you didn’t want to tip this encounter into being the fatal kind.

“Take off your mask,” you say. After a few beats of silence and no move from him, you quickly add a “Please.” This seems to be the right thing to say, because he reaches up with his free hand and yanks off the mask, solidifying the fact that it is indeed the bellhop Jaemin underneath it. He combs his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it, and as you look at his eyes, you realize you expected them to be cold, but there’s a heat burning behind them, a heat that is singularly focused on you.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” he purrs as he traces the blade along your jawline. “Want to watch me get off on making you mine?” You nod, unable to trust your voice enough to speak. Deep down you knew it was insane, being turned on by an obvious murderer, but the ache between your legs distracted you from any common sense.

Suddenly his free hand lightly slaps your cheek. “Use your words and answer me when I ask you a question,” he says, his tone taking on a shaper edge.

“Yes, I want to watch you as you make me yours,” you croak, squeezing your thighs together to try and get any friction. He reaches back and slaps your thighs when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Did I say you could? Only I get to make you feel good, do you hear me?” he growls. You whimper and nod, spreading your legs apart to avoid any further temptation. He relaxes at that, circling a finger around one of your nipples, causing you to bite your lip. You really want him to be circling your clit, but you know you’re not even remotely in control here, so you simply let him take his time winding you up.

He tilts his head as he studies your chest, tapping the switchblade against your skin. “Now how can I make it so everyone knows you’re mine?” he muses, and suddenly he’s looking at you with a manic smile. “I’ve got it.” And before you could make a noise, he begins cutting into your skin. You thrash underneath him, muffling your sounds of pain as he continues for what feels like hours. Finally he stops, yanking a glove off with his teeth so he can use his bare hand to wipe away the blood, and you realize he just carved his name into your chest. His smile grows and he smears the blood on his hand across your cheek, two fingers suddenly pressing past your lips and onto your tongue. You taste copper and the slightly salty taste of his sweaty skin. “Suck,” he says and you obediently begin sucking the blood and sweat off his fingers. He groans as he feels your tongue lap at his digits, pulling them free when he feels you’ve cleaned them enough.

Finally he stands up, making the bulge in the coveralls more prominent, and instinctively you reach out to touch him. He quickly slaps your hand away and says, :Are you stupid, my little slut? I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” You pout but don’t protest, pulling your hands back to your side as he yanks off the covers. It takes him less than a minute to render your boxers into shreds on the floor, leaving you naked before him. The sight makes him palm himself while biting his lip.

“Please, I want to touch you,” you beg, though keep your hands to yourself. He smirks and leans down until his face is inches from yours.

“Patience, kitten. I’m not done playing with my food yet,” he says with a wicked grin, gently booping your nose with the switchblade. You huff in annoyance, though you both know it’s more for show than anything. You’ll take anything he has to give you because you want him as much as he wants you.

The first thing he does is kick off his boots, discarding them near the foot of your bed. Knowing how badly you want to touch him, he dances out of your reach, swaying his hips as he slowly unzips the coveralls, revealing inch by beautiful inch of his skin. He looks so giddy and surprisingly innocent and he does a strip tease for you that you can almost forget that he was probably the one who killed all those other people, and that he had just carved his name into your chest. By now the pain has faded enough to mix deliciously with the want in your bones.

Finally the coveralls slip from his shoulders and puddle on the floor at his feet, his cock jutting out proudly, red and dripping and ready to be touched. But, of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy for you. He crawls onto the bed, staying well out of your reach. “What’s the matter, kitten? See something you like?” he taunts. He laughs at your expression. “Tell you what; if you meow for me, I’ll let you touch it. Can you do that for me, kitten?” he says, tickling your foot. You mewl in protest and pull your foot back, mewling louder when he grips your ankle and pulls it back towards him.

“One more time,” he grins, tickling your foot again, this time holding it in place as you mewl at him a third time. He kisses the arch of your foot and says, “Much better. I suppose kitten can have a little cream now.”

You nod eagerly, your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth at the thought of having his cock in your mouth. He hums as he crawls up to you and kneels in front of your face, pulling you up by your hair so you’re even with his erection. “Open up, kitten,” he encourages as he grips your jaw and squeezes, forcing your mouth open, not that he had to in the first place. You didn’t even try to fight as you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out, ready to taste him.

He coos at your eagerness as he fists his hand in your hair. “Kitten’s so hungry,” he says as he finally slides his cock into your waiting mouth. The weight of him on your tongue combined with his taste makes you groan as he uses his grip on your hair to guide your movements. His groan rings in your ears at the feeling of your mouth on him, sucking on him as if his cock contained the cure for everything that was wrong with you. Your hands grip his thighs to ground yourself, and to also keep them from wandering between your legs, remembering his warning from earlier. He holds your head in place as he suddenly starts pistoning into your mouth, causing you to choke and gag. Tears stream down your cheeks as drool and pre-cum drip down your chin until he finally yanks you off by your hair.

“Is your mouth getting a little dry, kitten? Open up for me,” he says, smiling as you obediently open your mouth for him. The next thing you know he’s spitting into your mouth and telling you to swallow it, which you do like a good little kitten.

He shuffles back just enough to grab the backs of your thighs and spread them wide open, allowing him to take in the sight of your drenched pussy. “Do you think you can handle my cock now? Think you can take it?” he asks as he strokes your thighs which tremble under his touch.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He tsks at that. “Surely you can beg better than that, can’t you kitten?” he says, giving your thigh a slap. You whine and bite your lip.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you plead, spreading your legs as far apart as you could to put yourself better on display. You watch as his resolve crumbles and then the head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. His grin turns decidedly wicked again.

“Meow for me one last time, kitten,” he says, his grin widening at the obedient mewl you give him. Suddenly his cock is inside of you, and briefly you think that you’re being torn apart. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, starting off with a brutal pace that has you crying out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Surely your friends can hear you, but that is the last thing on your mind. There’s not much of anything on your mind, just the feeling of his cock pounding inside of you. His pace doesn’t even falter as he hooks your legs over his shoulders and presses forward until you’re folded in half, the new angle causing his cock to hit that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. Your hands fist the sheets as your release grows closer and closer…until he’s no longer inside of you and your release is ripped away from you at the last second. You cry out again, this time in frustration, and his mocking smile makes you want to hit him.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, did I?” he taunts, pinching your cheek as if your angry face is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. You turn away from him, fully aware you’re pouting now, and not caring one bit that you are. His laugh only further incenses you and it takes all your will power not to push him off the bed. It doesn’t help when he mocks in a baby voice, “Oh no, kitten’s angry. How can I make kitten not angry?”

You are fully willing to huff and pout all night, but then his finger is circling your clit and you’re melting into his touch. “Petting always makes kittens feel better, doesn’t it?” he purrs as he teases your clit with featherlight touches, using just enough pressure to get you to stop being mad but not enough to actually get you anywhere. Your hips arch off the bed, trying to get him to touch you properly, but all it does is make him pull his hand away entirely, and instinctively you lash out at him, slapping him. Instantly his mood shifts, all humor gone as he looks at you, fire behind his eyes.

“Kitten’s got claws, huh?” he says coolly, his hand wrapping around your throat. There is a brief flare of panic, but you sooth yourself by reminding yourself he doesn’t have the switchblade in hand anymore, so he can’t hurt you with that anymore than he already has. Your head tingles as he squeezes the sides of your throat, restricting blood flow. “Kitten wants to come? Fine, I’ll make kitten come.”

He quickly flips you over onto your stomach and hoists your hips up to meet his as he thrusts into you. He leaves you clawing at the mattress, trying to anchor yourself to anything so as not to be completely overwhelmed by his punishing thrusts. You bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans, only to have your head yanked back by your hair. “Oh, no, kitten. You wanna come, you can come, but the whole hotel is going to hear you.” You make a keening noise, the only protest you can muster under his assault.

You try to hold off your orgasm, hoping somehow it’ll make it come on slowly and thus you won’t make too much noise. But then he’s frantically stroking your clit, and your orgasm slams into you like an 18 wheeler. Garbled nonsense spills from your lips as your mind is wiped of anything but your orgasm and his cock pounding into you as he chases his own release. You’re idly aware as you come down from your high of him going still and a warm liquid spilling inside of you. He finally releases you and you go limp against the bed, panting heavily. You hear shuffling somewhere behind you, so you turn to look and see him pulling rope out of a bag that you are somehow only just now noticing. A chill goes up your spine at the smile he gives you when he notices you watching him.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

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ktwritesshit · 3 years ago

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What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie? (M)

Preview: Happy Halloween baby

Pairing: Johnny x Jeno x female reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: mean boys club smut drabble, pwop, M/F

Smut Warning: costumes, fake knife play, manhandling, threesome, degradation, slapping, heavy pet play, breeding, multiple orgasms

“Flip a coin.”

“Why?”

“Lands on head, we fuck her. Tails, you guys go.”

The four nod in agreement. Quarter tossed up flipping through the air like slow-motion, landing with a clattering wobble.

“Heads it is.”

“Looks like it’s us again then.” Jeno and Johnny share a smirk. Jeno the first to tug his ghost face mask back down. The four friends all obsessing over the Scream film series for the last few weeks leading up to Halloween. Joking with each other over how funny it would be to dress up as the killer with nothing on beneath the loose black costume.

“You think she’ll know it’s us?” Johnny bumps into Jeno’s shoulder pulling down his own mask. Stepping foot back inside of Jeno’s house. For once having to set up the party at someone else’s place.

“You’re like 7 feet tall Johnny. She’s buzzed, not stupid.” Jeno says, muffled under the mask. A nylon stocking like material blocking his mouth. He nods toward the kitchen, stepping inside with his friend. Costumes flowing around their bare legs. Dicks swinging between their thighs freely. Jeno laughing, taking a glance around in search for you- “Kind of chilly in here.”

“Your dick shrinking huh? Never had that problem myself.” Johnny mocks. Surely smiling ear to ear like a pompous shit beneath the mask.

“You know I still have at least an inch on you even then. Don’t act so confident now.” Jeno adds. Elbowing the taller in the side with a snap of his fingers toward the sliding doors leading to the backyard.

Your lingerie clad figure leaned up against the wall. Hardened nipples peeping through the thin sheer material of the so-called bra pushing your tits together.

“What are you supposed to be?” Johnny asks. Distracting you from the drink you’ve been pretending to sip at. His voice instantly recognizable even under a mask.

“Are you serious!” You huff, setting the red plastic cup aside. Hands lifting to direct up and down your body. Both masked men following the motion taking in every inch of exposed skin. Familiar with each dip and crevice, silently cursing as you spin around giving them a shot of the back. Jeno hoisting out his plastic knife tugging the flimsy string of underwear nestled between your ass.

“Some costume. Wouldn’t it just be easier to write slut on your forehead?” He growls into your ear. Pressing his lower half against your hip. Cock pulsing on your flesh through the thin lycra fabric of his costume. The familiar thick heat evident enough to give away his lack of under garment.

“Jeno, please.” Johnny nestles up to your other side. Glove covered hand skimming down the dip of your spine. Chest pressed to the glass door as you look over your shoulder. The creepy masks hiding their faces from view awakening mischievous imagery in your mind. Johnny taps the ears adorning the top of your head. Furry clip-on dog ears to match a tail placed at the top of your underwear. Hanging adorably between the perk of your butt. Jeno batting it back and forth with a chuckle. “She’s clearly a slutty puppy. Isn’t that right?”

Johnny’s fake knife taps under your chin, lifting your heavy eyes up. The smile in his tone giving away how much he’s enjoying this- “Be a good puppy and bark.”

Your teeth grit, pushing back into Jeno’s chest to relieve yourself of the cold glass window. Fogged up from the combination of your body heat and chilled October night air.

“Good puppies only listen to their owner.” With a wink, you turn to leave. Jeno fast, whispering a “nu-uh-uh”. Engulfing your waist in a pair of firm meaty arms. You stumble back, like a mouse trying to get caught right into his trap. It was hard to play this game when you always wanted to lose.

“Who do you think you’re talking to like that puppy?” Johnny asks, lowering his voice. An easy way to excite and intimidate you.

Jeno takes the opportunity to feel up your stomach. Wide palms covering your waist pressing his lower half in. Forcing out a gasp from your chest in a way he knows you love. Jeno the most familiar with your likes, paying extra attention to what really gets you wet.

“She’s a disobedient little puppy.” Jeno lowly growls, nibbling your earlobe. “A bad puppy that needs to be spanked and dragged around like a bitch.”

The rubber of Johnny’s mask presses to your forehead. His large size hunching over to meet you at eye level. The haunted face before you blurring as hungry need begins to take control.

“Is he right?” Johnny clasp your chin, smacking your cheek softly with his other hand. The two leaving you feeble and helpless, trapped between their bodies. “Stupid pretty puppy wants to be used? Treated like a slutty whore?”

“Want us to use you, don’t you angel?” Jeno whispers right into your ear. Warm words escaping past the mask, trailing through your emptying mind. Rows of whimpers fall from your lips in response, shoving your hips forward into Johnny with a sad excuse of a nod.

“I’ve been a bad puppy. I need to be punished.” Your eyes hang half-lidded. Lower lip following, hung open like a dumb slut asking for permission to be fucked. Johnny reaches inside of your mouth. The fabric covering his thumb soaked in spit the second he presses down on your tongue.

“What a dirty pup.” Jeno’s deep rasp spins your eyes up. Delivering a sturdy slap to your bare ass. Mind going too blank to even care about the amount of party goers around. It’s Halloween anyway, who isn’t a slut on such a depraved holiday.

“Is this really a punishment when you’re enjoying it this much baby? Don’t you know- rule number 1 to surviving a horror movie? Trust no one.” Johnny muffles against your nose. His hips roll against yours, creating delicious friction between your meeting groins. “I think..”

He releases your chin, slipping fingers to the vinyl shiny collar decorating your neck. Tugging it enough to stir fear in your stomach. Excitement overflowing out of your limbs like an over filled tub.

“Bad puppies have to wear a leash, don’t they?” He asks with a sneer, pulling hard at the leash attached to your collar. Your throat locking up and coughing under the fierce pressure.

“I’m playing the part, unlike you. You two aren’t very convincing..” you start, cut off by Jeno shoving his knife under your chin. The plastic tip pinching your skin under the violent force he uses to make it all the more threatening. You can’t help to laugh, digging your nails into his wrist hard enough to even dent the lycra cloth. Unable to see Jeno’s lips pursed together to contain his hiss.

“What’s that supposed to mean? This isn’t scary enough for you?” Johnny interrogates, grinding against you with extra strength. Knocking your backside into Jeno’s fully hardened size and hip bone.

“You haven’t even asked me what my favorite scary movie is yet?” You mock him. Letting out a fake gasp paired with wide shocked eyes. Hand coming up to cover your mouth as if you just saw a ghost.

“This puppies too much bark with no bite.” Jeno scolds with an added sound of disapproval. The sound of his tongue clicking along the backs of his teeth for emphasis.

“Fine. What’s your favorite scary movie?” Johnny asks in his best imitation of Ghost Face’s iconic voice. Worthy of earning a snorted laugh in response.

“Ohhh I’m sooo scared! What’s the boogeyman gonna do?!” Your taunting continues. A grin stretching across your face the angrier Johnny’s hips pick up in rapid pace. “That’s not how it works imbecile. You can’t just ask after I have to tell you what to say. What’s so scary about that?”

“Listen here you little bitch.” Jeno yanks your head back, pulling your hair roughly. “Don’t you know better than to give attitude to the two killers? That’s exactly how you end up getting crushed by a garage door.”

“Ugh, my ears you jerk!” You groan, neck jerking back under Jeno’s death grip. Your clip on dog ears shaking from the impact.

“Are you scared now?” Johnny questions. His large hands encompassing the width of your bare hips in a gripping squeeze.

“No..”

“But you are..” Jeno shoves a hand between your thighs from behind. Cupping your mound, pressing two fingers on your clothed clit earnestly. “Desperate for cock, isn’t that right puppy?”

“Jeno…stoppp..” you whine shifting away, only thrusting harder into Johnny. His fingertips seep into the fleshy meat gracing your hip. Drawing back landing with heavy slap on the bottom of your exposed ass.

“Listen to me doggy..” Jeno knocks your chin up leaving you no choice but to give Johnny your full attention. Long fingers encase your jaw, pinching your cheeks in leaving your mouth forced open. Johnny lowers closer, rubber mask skirting the tip of your nose. Breath puffing out as he goes on- “Go to Jeno’s room. Wait on your knees. If you don’t listen, I’m gonna have to punish you. I’m gonna make it hurt so bad.”

Jeno scoffs, rolling his hard-on into the dip of your ass- “That’s what she loves. I predict a murder tonight..”

You manage to slip out while they spew on distractedly. Winking over your shoulder as you turn to leave, clearly heading in the direction to Jeno’s bedroom.

Of course waiting on your knees like a cute puppy would be ideal….but the idea of the latter was just too enticing to pass on.

They enter the room, locking the door. Standing still like two giant sinister figures side by side adding to the chilling threat.

Johnny’s knife lifts toward you, deep voice booming out, stomping heavy boots closer. “Is this a joke to you?”

“Yes..” you squeal, leaping away, running to the other side of the bed. Johnny appearing straight out of slasher film as he chases you. Costume blowing around him, knife held high. “You can’t catch me!”

You mock, ready to stick your tongue out. Jumping on Jeno’s bed to roll away. Your body slamming down on the matress abruptly knocking the wind from your chest. Jeno’s head tilts, hovering above your shocked gaze. Meanly flicking your chin shut, teeth clicking together with enlarged eyes.

“Rule number 2, don’t assume the killers working alone.” Jeno rips off his mask. Quickly pulling off his costume unveiling the lack of clothes underneath.

The bed sinks deeper in on your side, Johnny copying his friends actions. Mask set back on once he’s stripped free.

“Who dies?” You ask, tone too excited. Staring up at their defined naked muscles, masks adding to the mystery of it all.

Johnny smacks your core with the plastic knife. Head tilting as he watches your hips chase after it. Imagining the pleased glint in his eyes, reacting like the slut he knows you to be.

“This stupid little pussy baby.”

Johnny wraps your leash in his fist pulling you up with a strangling yank. Easily pushing your thighs apart. Jeno following suit, settling behind you. He reaches down past your stomach stretching your flimsy panties aside. Johnny’s hard long cock dangling between your lower halves, inching in closer. Slipping the tip of his size between your folds.

“Gonna train you how to beg properly, like a good puppy should.” Johnny grunts, picking up the backs of your knees with his biceps. Cock poking your entrance with each sweep. Coating in the wetness leaking out of you. “Beg. I know how much you love to beg.”

Jeno rips back your arms, pushing your chest out further. Clasping your wrists together in one large hand to pull your breasts free from the confines of your bra. He reaches up, smacking your lower cheek. Fussing with your moving face until he captures you in a tight squeeze.

“Stick out your tongue, and beg you stupid mutt.” Jeno bellows out. Leaving you huffing and panting, wailing out sad whimpers. A puppy crying for food helplessly. Needing to gaze at it’s honor with hunger. Begging Johnny to feed you with your pathetic cries.

“What a good puppy.” Johnny groans, filling you full with his thickness. Your legs press on your chest under his weight. Masked face above matching to his instant brutal thrusts. Fucking you with intent to hurt. Fat cock burying every inch deep in thrust after thrust.

“Keep fucking begging.” Jeno spits. Sinking the sides of your cheeks in deeper. Tongue lawling out more with each force filled thrust.

“Plea..” You choke in a cry. Johnny finding the leash hung from your neck. The material cutting into your throat harshly, cutting off your air flow. His full torso standing straight, slamming hips into yours faster.

“You can cry better than that baby. I know my dick hurts just how you like.” He rasps between ragged breaths. Everything harder to understand, blending with Jeno’s mumbling. Johnny’s hips beating down on your ass at a high-speed. Pussy burning around his length with each push and pull.

“Bi…big..” is all you can manage to stutter. Blanking out, mind pushed further away with each thrust.

Johnny’s upper lip drips in sweat, holding you down with one hand. Using the other to tug off the mask. Slipping into a new angle, cock prodding too perfectly.

“Please!” Tears fall out, convulsing up in climax. Johnny pausing, face twisting tight, eyes clenched shut. Thrusting in to fuck you full, exploding shots of cum out. Deep tone grunting, squeezing sounds of exhaustion out between. Cock heavy inside of you, jolting with each strong spill.

“Good, good baby.” Johnny sounds distance. Still coming down from the dizzying high of your orgasm.

“You aren’t done yet pup.” Jeno lifts your hips. Angling your needy hole up enough to watch Johnny’s cum bubble out, trickling down past your rim. “Fuck baby. It’s never enough for you huh?”

You nod, reaching for his shoulders. Cock drunk out of your mind like a fiend. “Cum, give me cum please Jeno. Need cum.”

He bites back a grunt, ripping free of the mask. Similar to that of a killer giving his victim a last chance to see their undoing. Ready for the grand finale.

“Slutty puppy, dumb baby mutt is all you are. Thirsting to get fucked.” Jeno mutters. Lining up to your entrance, dipping the tip of his cock in and out of your hole. Milkie liquid trickling out around his fat cockhead.

“Bark puppy, bark like the stupid fuck hole you are.” Jeno groans sliding in. Rasps building up rumbling throughout his chest after waiting for what felt like hours. He presses you into a flat pretzel. Too drained after Johnny stuffing you to give Jeno any lip.

The other hoisting your shoulders back, laying the back of your head in his lap. Cooing when you break into a cry, he presses on. Egging you to do what Jeno says.

Swallowing down the embarrassment, you lick your lips quietly whimpering. Tone rising to a yip of puppy barks. Humiliation erupting in the tears staining your heated cheeks. Johnny responds with a soft chuckle, fawning over how cute you are like this.

“Pretty dumb puppy. Willing to do anything for cock.

“Uh-huh” you pant breathlessly. Barking out louder when Jeno hits something deep inside just right. “Oh fuck..there, right there!..fuck Jeno!”

“That’s my good girl. You feel so fucking good pup..” Jeno sighs. Stroking up the backs of your calves, circling his hips meticulously. Hitting right where you need just right.

“Yes yes..don’t��don…don’t stop..” your blabber. Pleading to keep him locked inside. Cunt wrapping around him with need to milk him empty. Johnny noticing your familiar lazed gaze, tickling down past your bellybutton to your swollen bundle of nerves. Pressing down, rolling your clit side to side. Biting down on his lower lip when his cock twitches. Watching you come undone again breaking something feral inside of him.

“Cum for us puppy.” He chants, pushing you to your limits. Toes curling up as another wave of pleasure hits you aggressively. Shouting in broken cries while Jeno fucks you through it. Savoring each pinching clench around his length. Grunting sounds of near pain, teeth scratching together. Hips losing their rhythm, heavy balls smacking your ass brutally. Jeno stills, pistoning fully inside. Cock thrumming, pulsing between your walls. Gurgled groans cracking from his throat with each viscous spurt of cum.

“Take it. Take it all baby.” He sighs, collapsing on you completely. Wheezing together, trying to catch your breath.

“What a good puppy. Took all that cum, listened so well.” Johnny says, breaking into a proud smile. His hand coming down, softly petting the top of your head. Smoothing the mess from your hair. Ending with gentle tickles at your nape. You croon quietly, nestling back into his wide chest comfortably. Jeno hissing when you unintentionally squeeze around his softening length. Too high off Johnny’s praises and hint of condescending tone to care.

“Rosemary’s Baby.” You sigh with a shut of your eyes. Johnny’s large palms caress your bloating stomach, growing lazier under you. Lulling you into a deeper exhaustion.

Jeno’s brows furrow together cutely, dawning his usual lost puppy expression. Post orgasmic wave hitting hard, dumbfounded as the ache of arousal fizzles. His brain too full and heavy, softly hissing with a slow glide out of your filled up cunt.

“Isn’t that the one..” Jeno falls to your side letting out a long tired breath. “She gets fucked by Satan or some shit?”

“Yea..”

Johnny laughs, rolling his eyes. Turning your bodies onto your sides leaving you squeezed between their warmth on Jeno’s bed meant for only two to occupy.

“Sounds like something you’d be int..” Johnny sits up in surprise at the sound of Jeno’s bedroom door bursting open. Losing hus train of though, squinting at the hallway light filling up the dim room. “What the fuck? How did you get in?!”

“Hey! None of this cuddling bullshit allowed!” Jaehyun deeply barks. Jaemin storming in past him with his mask half off, quickly grabbing your ankles.

“Looks like you’re getting a sequel baby.”

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @gomjohnny @xxhoseoksie

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ktwritesshit · 3 years ago

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Touch (M)

Preview: 2nd installment in my 3000 follower request/combining with the soon to be 4000 celebration😅

“We’ve been seeing each other for six weeks now. I should have ended it sooner. She’s getting touchier, her hand travels further up my leg. Kisses turn into full blown make out sessions that end in her riding my thigh. I have to break up with her. It’s too hard. I really liked this one…”

Your boyfriend Haechan’s hiding a big secret. One slip of a touch reveals it all.

Pairing: Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: smut, monster fucking, one shot, *this isn’t the big dick fic you think it is*

Smut Warning: thigh riding, oral(F receiving), uh..penetration slithering.., don’t like it, don’t read.

a/n: requests are permanently closed.

You weren’t a part of Haechan’s plans. Short and sweet, that’s what the humans would say. Keep it simple, don’t take it too far. You were different, exciting, thrilling, bringing life to parts of him he thought had died long ago. Everyone else had been easy to let go, but you..

“Why don’t you want the lights on? Are you nervous?” you playfully ask. Hand brushing up Haechan’s bare thigh. Tickling tips of your fingers across the soft skin between his legs. His hand lands around you wrist sucking in a deep breath. Cheeks hallow in as his chest rises watching your fingers spread open around him.

“Don’t..don’t do that..” Haechan squeaks, pushing your hand to his knee. “We should take things slow..”

You quietly laugh, curling yourself into his side. Settling your hand against his stomach softly rubbing up and down. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you aren’t even into me..”

Haechan sets his eyes on the tv playing in your dark living room. Swallowing as a heated discussion erupts between the couple in the movie you chose. Tentacles, some bullshit about wanting to touch brains. As if that’s how it works. The remote appeared all too tempting to reach for. Your hips shifting side to side through sex scenes. Frustration rising between your thighs, pressing yourself fully up against Haechan’s body.

Haechan stiffens when your arms circle around his waist. Thigh draping over his lap, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. His hand lifts, tugging down the sleeve of his shirt. Placing a hold on your upper thigh, gently squeezing soft warm skin. Surprised himself you were still interested in him. Beach dates during summer had been out of the question. Water parks were a no-go, already worrying himself over rainy days ahead.

“I like you a lot. That’s the problem.” Haechan whispers. Forehead resting against yours. Smile peaking on his lips when your eyes shut.

“What’s wrong with liking me too much? What if I like you too much?” You mumble into his neck. Softly pressing kisses over the bone, kitten licking up to his jaw.

Haechan sighs, head falling back on your couch. Hand traveling up your shorts. Playing with the fabric of your underwear between two fingers. “How much is too much?”

“I don’t think you understand..” your mouth lifts tracing along Haechan’s lower lip. Hand smoothing down his stomach reaching for the scrunched up top of his shorts. “..how much I like you.”

Haechan’s eyes droop, puffing out a deep breath of air. Lower half yearning, contemplating your reaction. It’d be easy enough to let you continue. Curious touches skimming over the sliver ok skin peaking beneath his wrinkled shirt. If you screamed there could only be one option.

“I do..” with a disappointed groan, Haechan drags your hand away. Relaxing his other hand under your panties, thumb rubbing back and forth over your hip bone.

Releasing your own sound of irritation, you adjust plopping your ass into his lap. Your arms hang from his broad shoulders, leaning in confidently pressing your nose into his.

“I want you..” you lowly croon, ready to beg at this point. Heat between your thighs soaking wet. Low buzz of your fan whirling around above spinning thick air around your bodies. Haechan squeezes your thighs sinking deeper into your flesh. Your hips roll forward pressing firmly against his groin. “..want you so bad.”

Movie long forgotten, Haechan reaches under your shirt gripping your waist. Silently biting back a growl as you circle into him. Teeth chew at his bottom lip hoping the televisions volumes too loud to catch the messy sounds of wetness arising between your bodies. Haechan’s thighs flex and jump under you. Shimmying deeper into the cushion below, pace picking up with his assistance.

“Feel good?” You question, lifting back planting your core over his firm thigh. Wetness coating the inside and outside of your bottoms. Grinding roughly down over the swell of his leg, gasping for air. Your hips roll down quickly seeking relief, hands tugging on Haechan’s long sleeves covering his biceps.

“Good, good” Haechan gulps, jerking his knee up. Bouncing you against his thigh. Large hands travel down kneading over the swell of your ass. Hold tightening around you, fucking you down faster on his flexed muscle. Shorts uncomfortably rubbing between your folds with each movement.

“More..I need you. Need more baby.” You cry out between taking in shaky breaths. Haechan twists your bodies laying you flat on the couch, his hands move fast. Shorts and underwear tugged off your body tossed aside. Legs stretch open inviting him in. Slicked up pussy shamelessly on full display. Haechan squeezes down a moan, fingers glide down your inner thighs. Taking his time to sink down hands, squeezing your tender skin. Sucking in a deep breath, fingers trace down pulling around your center. Wet entrance opening up ready to invite him in.

Your hole clenches, begging for your boyfriend to give in. Gritting back a whimpered growl, Haechan drags his pointed tongue along the backs of his teeth. Chest beating rapidly filling with nerves, calmly rubbing over your mound. Pulling you up unveiling your clit.

Your hands slink through his hair, gently tugging at his crown. Haechan nods dipping in rolling his tongue against your clit. Eyes flickering up watching you arch and release pretty moans. A tentacle slithering free past his cuffed sleeve. His tongue drags lower, heavy hand pushing your stomach down further. Tongue lapping over your hole, tentacle wrapping around your clit pulsating tightly.

“Fuck! Haechan, baby. Yes, so good, like that..” your head tosses back. Incoherently stammering out praises. You could swear Haechan has four hands, able to reach so far deep inside. Hitting every nerve, giving your clit all the attention others miss. Tongue pushing between your walls, slurping wetness spilling out of you.

Haechan hovers over your heat, spitting at your opened hole. Eyes scanning your face attentively for every reaction. Noting your eyes rolled up too lost in pleasure to notice another tentacle rubbing over your clit. Suctioning around your swollen nub, Haechan laves over your entrance. Tongue flicking out teasingly, humming inside drawing vibrations throughout your back.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks you, pulling your attention back to him for a moment with a rough grip around your leg. Hand massaging the meat adorning your inner thigh. Other working tentacles between your walls. Around your clit, sucking at bits of skin surging sensations down to your toes.

“More baby, please!” You shout out twisting up. Haechan slamming your hip back down. Tongue ramming back in, sliding a tentacle in stretching you full. Wiggling back and forth together, sucking your clit harder. Haechan grunts struggling to breathe. Nose glistening in your wetness, front of his shorts drenched up. Appendages between his legs crying, aching, itching to wrap you up. Picturing you struggle through overwhelming bursts of pleasure. Screaming for more, cry for less. Lost in your high desperately clinging on bits of strength after cumming over and over again.

Breathless cries crawl from your throat. Haechan’s tentacles speed up unbeknownst to you, tongue slipping out slithering two more in. Fat at the base stretching your walls around him. He bites on his lip suppressing a pained groan. Hips fucking into your couch, ruining the cushion with wetness overflowing from his groin. Chest tightening, harshly digging his teeth deep into his lip as you scream out. Pussy gripping around his tentacles so tightly. The skin of your walls clinging around him as he draws back. Your body pleading for him to stay. Swollen hole clenching around nothing, needing more. Haechan knew you needed more.

He sits up abruptly filled with fear, foot set on the floor ready to make his exit. You pant, shooting up circling a hold around his arm. Other hand landing on his wet front, squeezing around the fabric.

“Baby, it’s okay. Size doesn’t matter!” You panic. Having to assume with the way Haechan runs away after getting you off he’s hiding something. His lips part, tongue falling out inhaling ragged breaths. Taking your chance to shove your hand up the leg of his shorts. Your eyes widen when your fingers hit squishy slippery flesh? Your brows draw together, Haechan hunches forward with a fast shake of his head.

“No…no no..” his eyes water up. Pouted gleaming lips trembling as he protests. He pulls at you, ripping your touch away. Tentacles spiral up your forearm anxiously, losing control of his will.

“What?!” You stutter. Trapped in his clutches. That orgasm had been intense.. intense enough to question reality?

“I..I can explain!” Haechan mumbles. Mouth gaping and shutting, large eyes scurrying around. “I’m….I tried to stop you!”

You stop, taking in his distraught expression. The way his forehead wrinkles together, nose scrunching up upset. Too many emotions running wild at once. Six weeks, Haechan held himself back. He held back despite how you fully allowed him access to your body.

“I’m not…” Haechan begins to explain. Struggling to hold back tears of frustration. “I’m not..I don’t have..”

Bending in, the tentacles slink away. Slipping back into the confines of Haechan’s long sleeves. All of it made sense now. The long sleeves during summer, how he always stopped you from going further. Sitting up straight you cup his cheeks. Arms shining in the aftermath, kissed by his wet appendages. Gazing into his eyes with interests, excitement soars through your chest.

Haechan sniffles meeting your stare with confusion. You smile, soothing a thumb over his warm damp cheek. Hand dropping down shoving into his shorts. Tentacles slither around you with intrigue. Lips parting in a moan as your hand wraps around the base of the largest one. Haechan’s eyes fall shut in a tight squeeze whimpering.

“Do you..” you nudge his forehead with yours. Tentatively stroking the wet bumpy tentacle. Imploring Haechan to help you- “..do you.. like how that feels?”

Haechan’s voice cracks whimpering out a cry of relief. Head nodding slowly as his face relaxes. His hands lift holding your neck in place watching you with a stern look.

“If you don’t want..” Haechan begins. Paused behind your lips crashing into him. Mouthing against his plump bottom lip.

“I want to, I want you. I want you now.” You nearly fall back, ready for whatever Haechan’s willing to give you. Tentacles enclose your wrist like a silent thank you. Reassuring he wouldn’t hurt you.

Haechan let’s you go, settling you back down comfortably. Sighing he pushes down his shorts, revealing five tentacles. The one in the middle the largest, surrounded by two thinner on each side. Thicker at the base thinning out at the top.

Biting back a smile, you spread open again. Nodding for Haechan to go ahead. Easing between your legs his face lights up. Features relaxing as he hovers about you, raising another question.

“Are you sure?” You shush him with a soft kiss. Lifting your hips together to meet. Exhaling a shocked breathy sound as his wet tentacles connect to your core.

Haechan’s thickest appendage slithers between your folds. Slipping down prodding at your entrance. His lips part open again ready to question.

“Really want you to fuck me.” You grind against him. Tentacle gliding inside of you. Haechan’s eyes twitch shut, face dropping into your shoulder moaning.

“Fuck, fuck!” He whines, face rutting into your collar. Tentacle slithering in deeper. Two others playing with your clit like before sparking every nerve back to life. Haechan’s hips stay still, back straightened frozen in the hot sensation wrapping around him.

“Fill me, fuck me full. Please.” You asked so pretty. Haechan licks over your jaw nodding, two more tentacles sliding past your stretched open hole. Slithering in deep, hitting spots like no one ever had. Like no one ever could.

Panting and gasping with your noses pushed together, Haechan’s hips press roughly into yours. Eyes blinking harshly as he fills you up completely. The fullness indescribable, painting shooting stars behind your eyelids. Moans coming out louder with every wriggle between your walls.

Haechan dips fingers into your hips, rolling his fat tentacle inside your hungry hole. Smaller appendages trail up your sides. Caging your waist, He was everywhere.

“You feel so good” Haechan continues to whimper. Thick tentacle slithering in and out. Stimulating deep within. Other tentacles sucking kisses around your clit. Coiling up hot arousal quickly. Toes curling up when Haechan lifts his tongue, revealing a small pointed tentacle below.

Dipping inside your mouth swallowing down your orgasm suctioning around him. Haechan’s face twists up in pleasure, pushing your walls open. Wetness noisily dribbling out around him. Hot sticky liquid spills inside as cries escape him. Panting together coming down from the intense blurring pleasure.

Haechan stays inside, waiting for your chest to slow down. His arm lifts, small finger like tentacles on full display. Sliding over your cheek, fingers stroke your damp hair back.

“Can’t believe you thought I’d be scared of these..” you smirk. Reaching up tapping at one. Haechan’s brow lifts, wrapping two around you. Tonguing over one of the tentacles wrapped around your wrist. Staring your boyfriend down as your lap between each crevice.

Haechan was right, you were different after all.

a/n:

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#other ppls fics #this is what made me realize i have a tentacle fetish

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ktwritesshit · 3 years ago

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Heaven

Pairing: Omega!Yandere!idol!Taemin x Beta!chronically ill!bigender!reader Genre: Smut, maybe a little fluff, perhaps a dash of angst Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possessiveness, stalking, Omegas can knot in this AU (and that is my prerogative), marking, switch!Taemin, switch!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!Taemin, piss marking, unprotected sex (do not do this unless you are sterilized and know your partner is clean), choking, excessive use of ellipses, Summary: You go to your ultimate bias’s fanmeeting, nervous to finally meet your idol. Little do you know, you’ve put yourself on his radar. And he intends to claim you as his no matter what. Word Count: 3,295 Author’s Note: My first fic! It took me forever to get around to writing this. No, I do not accept criticism, constructive or otherwise. I am not here to be good, I am here to have fun. Also yes, I know the MC is hard to relate to. That’s because he’s me. All MCs from here on out will be me. I am writing to cater to my own interests.

It was just another day for Taemin. He was seated at a table at a fanmeeting, greeting his fans as he signed whatever they put in front of him, smiling and engaging them as much as possible. He genuinely loved his fans, so this was a good day, though it was about to get better. A bubbly girl approached his table for her turn, smiling as she greeted him and set down a poster in front of him. He smiled back up at her and opened his mouth to say hello when a scent wafted in, and he froze. It was a heady, musky scent with a touch of vanilla, and it overwhelmed him. His reaction to the scent told him everything he needed to know.

His mate was here.

“Oppa, are you okay?”

The sound of the girl’s voice in front of him brought him back to reality, quickly shaking it off. “Ah, yes, sorry. I thought I forgot to feed Kkoongie before I left, but I just remembered that I did,” he said, forcing a smile when all he wanted to do was jump over the table and push them all out of the way in search of his mate. Considering the hall he was having his fanmeeting in was packed full of people, all their scents blending together, it was no wonder he didn’t smell it until now. But now he had and he couldn’t get it out of his head. His instincts were screaming to find them, but he had a job to do. Plus the last thing he needed was to cause a scandal.

He and the girl chatted as he signed the poster, trying not to show how eager he was to get rid of her so he could find his mate. Finally she left, and then you approached his table. Immediately he knew the scent was coming from you. It wasn’t until he saw your anxious, hunched figure that it clicked that you were a Beta. It made no difference to him; you were his mate and that was all that mattered to him. He smiled bigger than he had all day, this time genuinely.

“Hello. What’s your name?” he asked curiously.

You fidgeted and told him your name in a meek voice as you handed him one of his albums. He reached out to take it from you before you could set it on the table, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours. You stiffened at the touch, a slight flush blooming on your cheeks, which he thought so charming.

“Have you been a fan for a long time?” He was stalling, doing anything he could to keep you here with him as long as possible.

You looked ashamed, ducking your head as you unwound your scarf from around your neck, setting it on the table. “Ah. Not as long as others. Only a few years,” you responded sheepishly, as if somehow that made you a lesser fan. Which was nonsense. He didn’t care how long anyone had been a fan, they were all equal in his eyes. Well, except for you. You were special.

“I’m glad you chose me to be a fan of regardless,” he said with a smile, signing the album you had given him, sneaking in a small heart. You probably wouldn’t notice it since he’d made it small enough to avoid detection by his managers, but he knew it was there, and that was enough for him. That got a small smile out of you, which made his heart flutter.

“You’re welcome. I know I may not have been a fan for long, but I can safely say you are my ultimate bias,” you said shyly, biting your lip so cutely. Your words and your scent made him pleasantly dizzy, like too much soju. Idly he could see the people in line behind you squirming, no doubt as his own scent became unbearable, though you seemed unaffected. He didn’t care about anyone else, his whole entire world right now was just him and you.

“I’m honored you chose me as your ultimate bias,” he said with a giddy smile, touching his chest with his free hand as he handed you the album back. You took it back—apparently trying to avoid touching him again, as if your touch would offend him—and made to leave, which ignited a spark of panic in his chest. He couldn’t let you leave, not when he finally found you.

He ignored the protests of his managers as his hand shot out and took hold of yours, holding you in place. “What’s your favorite song?” he asked as you blinked at him in surprised.

“Of yours?” He nodded. “Um, I don’t know, it’s so hard to choose. I do have a particular soft spot for Heaven.” There was another bloom of pink on your cheeks, and he was sure he could guess why. He’d certainly like to enact the lyrics with you. He was already starting to imagine what it’d be like to have you under him, watching you writhe and scream his name. His grip on your hand tightened, though if it bothered you, you showed no sign of it.

“That one does seem to be popular,” he said with a chuckle.

Before you could reply, one of his managers next to him cleared his throat, indicating that it was time for you to move on. A growl rumbled out of his chest before he could stop it, tightening his grip on your hand even more. This time you flinched, and he immediately loosened it. He didn’t want to hurt you.

“Taemin-ssi,” his manager scolded. He wanted to protest so badly, but he knew it would be risking his reputation if he kept you here against his manager’s wishes, in front of so many of his other fans. He looked dejected as he finally let you go, taking in your puzzled expression before you turned and walked away.

He slumped in his seat, ignoring the questioning looks his managers were shooting him. He’d explain later, in private. He was still staring at your retreating back when he realized he could still smell you. That’s when he realized; your scarf. You never took it back. It was still sitting on the table where you left it. He quickly snatched it off the table and pocketed it before his managers could try to call you back to get it. It was the perfect excuse to see you again, and he wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that.

He continued with the fanmeeting, enthused but also distracted. All he could think about was when he’d meet you next. He hoped it would be sooner rather than later.

* * *

Taemin sat at a table in a back corner of a nearby cafe, nursing a frapp as he waited for you.

The day after the fanmeeting, he’d hired a private investigator to dig up as much information on you as he could. Medical records (a lot), criminal background (none), address (not far), finances (poor), and most importantly: phone number. He’d texted you almost as soon as he could, informing you that he had your scarf and would like to return it, including a picture of him with the scarf in case you doubted it was really him. Thankfully you didn’t question him about how he got your phone number when you texted him back almost immediately, which was a pleasant surprise. It had gotten him in the door as it started a conversation, which continued even after he’d set up a time to meet up and give you the scarf, which would be in two weeks from that moment, given that his schedule was packed.

With what little free time he had, he spent is scoping out your apartment building, learning your routine. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or irritated to find out that your apartment was on the first floor, and thus easily seen from the street. He even had a perfect view into your bedroom from the alleyway next to the building. He learned quickly that you didn’t go out much. If you weren’t sleeping, you were on your computer, sometimes in the living room with your roommate, who seemed especially close to you. Judging by how you two didn’t share a bedroom, he could be sure you weren’t together. Though that didn’t stop him from wanting to storm in and scent you as a warning that you belonged to him.

The only time you seemed to go out was to a nearby book store once a week, bringing along a walker with a built-in seat since there was nowhere to sit while you were browsing the aisles. You’d only been twice in the time he’d watched you, but he noticed that you never strayed from the YA section, Romance section, or Mystery section. You appeared to be a creature of habit, and a bit of a recluse, which made sense from what he’d learned in your medical files.

He smelled you before he saw you, just a moment before the bell above the door jingled to alert your entrance. He couldn’t help but smile as he stood up and waved to you, though you couldn’t see it since he was wearing a mask and a hat to avoid notice. He wanted this meeting to just be you and him, no one else. You walked over with your cane, bowing shyly once you’d reached the table. Before you could move, he pulled you into the chair next to him, dragging it closer. The normal thing was to sit across from each other, but he didn’t think he could bear having you out of reach. He needed to have you close, close enough to touch.

If it bothered you, you didn’t show it, merely settling into the seat once the shock subsided. “Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting,” you said sheepishly, fidgeting with the handle of your cane. He shook his head and set his hand on your arm in reassurance.

“You didn’t. I only got here a couple minutes ago myself,” he said. “I just hope I’m not interrupting anything.” As if he didn’t already know your routine by now from heart.

You shook your hand and waved it off. “No, I don’t really have anything going on,” you said reassuringly. You fidgeted more with your cane before continuing, “Thank you for returning my scarf. I thought for sure I was never gonna see it again,” you said, staring at the tip of his nose. He knew you were uncomfortable with eye contact, so he didn’t mind.

“It’s no problem. I had some time in my schedule and figured it was the right thing to do,” he said with a smile as he leaned down and pulled the scarf he’d spent so many nights sleeping with from the bag next to him, handing it to you. Once it was free from his hand, he immediately clamped it on your thigh in case you had any thoughts about leaving. “I wanted to see you again anyway.”

Surprise flashed across your features at that. “You did? Why?” you asked, sounding so perplexed.

He debated briefly on whether he should admit to you being his mate yet or not. “I like your smell,” he said instead.

“My smell? Oh, um, I do wear a really nice vanilla-scented deodorant…” you said, though there was still a tinge of confusion in your tone.

He shook his head. “No, I mean your natural smell.”

This time your face contorted in a frown, puzzled. “You can…smell me? But…I’m a Beta,” you said, as if he wasn’t already aware. Your scent was strong, yes, but obviously a Beta’s scent. Or, maybe, it was only strong to him, since no one else seemed affected by your smell.

“I know. But I can still smell you, clear as day. It’s…” He paused, glancing around to make sure you two weren’t being watched before burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. “…intoxicating.”

You stiffened as he nosed at your neck, but he knew you liked it, because there was suddenly a hint of arousal in your scent. He smirked. “I-I, um,” you stammered, fumbling for a response, the arousal smell growing stronger as he brushed his lips over the pulse point at your throat. His hand snaked higher up your thigh, mere centimeters from the apex of your thighs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw your tongue dart out to wet your lips. “I-I gotta pee,” you managed to get out before scrambling to stand up and flee to the men’s room. Taemin let you go, only because you were playing right into his hands. He waited an appropriate amount of time to not be suspicious before he followed you.

Your eyes caught his in the mirror as you stood at the sink, your face flushed down to your chest. You turned to look at him, watching as he locked the door. The bathroom was thankfully empty except for the pair of you, and in these closer quarters, your scent was overpowering. It made his blood race in his veins, all pooling between his legs. From what he could smell, the same could be said for you.

“Wh-What are you d—” you started, cut off as he strode over to you and picked you up, setting you on the counter.

“I’m going to show you that you’re mine,” he said, pulling your hips closer to the edge before tugging down his mask.

“I-I don’t understand…”

He reached up and ran his thumb along your chapped lower lip. “Can’t you tell?” he asked. “You’re my mate.”

Your eyebrows knitted together at that. “Your mate? But…that makes no sense. I’m a Beta. Betas don’t have mates. We can’t even be marked,” you pointed out. He shrugged.

“But you can mark me,” he said, tracing the artery in your neck with his finger, enjoying the way your breath hitched. “And apparently some Betas can have mates. Because you’re mine. I know it. I can feel it. I can smell it.”

“I…” You paused, gulping. “But you could do so much better. I’m a nobody. Absolutely nothing. Worthless.”

He growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, putting pressure on the sides. “No one talks about my mate like that,” he scolded, nipping your chin as punishment. The scent of your arousal grew more heady, and he filed that away for later. “You’re everything to me. I won’t hear anything else.”

You looked as if you wanted to protest some more before you slowly relaxed, clearly deciding against it. He ground the erection straining in his jeans against the junction between your thighs, eliciting a small gasp. “I want you to claim me,” he said as he removed your jacket, sliding his hands underneath your shirt, touching the bare skin of your waist.

You shivered, and the hardness of his cock must’ve hit a particularly sensitive part because you let out a moan, grinding against him in return. “Please,” you begged, clutching at his shoulders. The desperation in your voice made him groan, his hands making quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans, tugging them and your boxers down to your ankles. It wasn’t long before he shoved down his own jeans and boxers, his cock springing free, red and leaking precum. He spread your legs wider, biting his lip at the sight of the pretty and soaking wet pussy in front of him. Under any other circumstances, he’d take his time, taste you, make you come on his tongue. But he needed you, he needed you now.It’d have to wait until another time. And there would be another time. There would be many more times if he had anything to say about it.

He angled you back and ran his cock through your folds, wetting it with your juices before pressing it against your entrance. “I definitely want this, but I should warn you this is my first time,” you said, your ears reddening with shame. He smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours.

“Mine too,” he said before plunging inside of you. You instinctively cried out as he bottomed out, slapping a hand over your mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle, stilling inside of you to give you a moment to adjust to the stretch. Once your hips began moving, trying to gain some, any friction, he began thrusting, starting off with a slow and steady pace.

At first, the only sounds that could be heard was your and his labored breaths, and the lewd, wet sounds of his cock moving inside of you. You gripped his hips and pulled him in deeper, which he took as a signal to pick up the pace. Now your moans mingled with the sound of skin slapping skin. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. “Mark me,” he pleaded as he pulled you closer.

You kissed along his scent gland, a shiver working up his spine, before biting down. He cried out, nearly coming undone as your teeth broke skin. But he managed to hold it back, refusing to come until you did. He slipped a hand between you both as you lapped at the blood coming from the new mark, circling his thumb around your clit. Your thighs trembled around his hips, his cock throbbing at the muffled keening sound you made when he began rubbing the bundle of nerves in earnest.

As he pounded into you, he could feel you start to tighten around him, your release growing closer. “Come for me, jagi,” he moaned, pinching your clit. There was a muffled whimper from behind your hand, which clenched tighter around your jaw. Your hips began moving, trying to meet every thrust desperately. He leaned you back with his upper body, the new angle allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you as he lapped at your neck.

“Oh god,” you gasped, your body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you. The pulsing of your walls triggered his own release, his knot swelling, locking you both in place as he ejaculated rope after rope of cum inside of you. You were both panting as you slowly came down from your respective highs, his forehead resting on your shoulder as your hand idly carded through his hair.

Once his knot had deflated enough, he slowly pulled out, aiming his softening cock before a golden stream splashed onto your stomach, flowing down through your bush and over your pussy.

“What was that for?” you asked him curiously.

He smiled as he said, “Now everyone will know you belong to me.” He had your mark on his neck, and now you had his on your stomach. Everyone would smell him on you and know who you belonged to. You bit your lip and looked away in embarrassment, but he noted that when you grabbed some paper towels, you only wiped up between your legs, leaving his mess drying on your stomach.

You both took your time in putting yourselves away and zipping up. He pulled his mask back up over his face, unlocking the door and taking your hand as you exited, lacing his hands with yours. This time he didn’t care what anyone thought seeing you both holding hands as you came out of the bathroom after being in there for so long. All he cared about was his mate beside him. A purr began rumbling out of his chest as the knowledge sunk in that he had you exactly where he wanted you: with him.

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