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gimmethatagustd · 17 days ago

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only here to sin (2); kth

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

Pairing: Taehyung x (f)reader (ft. Namjoon)

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Enemies to lovers, college

Content Warning: Infidelity, alcohol, drunk driving, toxic romantic and familial relationships, mental health issues, virginity kink, emotional manipulation, smut (blow job, road head, vaginal sex)

Word Count: 5076

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“Come over and let me show you what you’re missing.”

Taehyung pulled away from you just enough to where your lips were barely touching. The two of you were breathing hard, inhaling each other’s air until you began to feel dizzy.

“Did you drive?” His already deep voice came out raspy from need and a lack of oxygen from the kiss.

You shook your head and immediately regretted how it made your brain spin. Hopping around nightclubs hadn’t even initially been the plan for you that night, but your coworkers were exceptionally persuasive. The group of you were a bunch of college kids earning just enough money through your internships to spend it all on alcohol and ridiculously-priced Uber rides.

“Good. Let’s go.”

It was all very unlike you, and Taehyung knew it. He distinctly remembered Namjoon’s iron grip on your social life in the many years you’d been dating. Anything that was beneath Namjoon he made sure everyone knew was also beneath you, too - regardless of how you actually felt. Taehyung was positive Namjoon would be pissed to know his precious girlfriend was at a nightclub in a miniskirt while he hunched over college textbooks.

“Y/N, are you leaving?” Your coworker eyed Taehyung’s tall figure as he led you through the sea of bodies grinding to the trashy club music. Jackie was being a good friend; no girl in their right mind would let their friend go home with a stranger.

“Don’t worry about her,” Taehyung butted in. He leaned in and flashed Jackie a smile that was capable of making the coldest of souls flush with heat. “She’s in good hands, promise.” He winked at Jackie and you’d never seen the phrase “ruffled feathers” more accurately represented in real life. Jackie looked like she wanted to punch Taehyung in the face and climb him like a tree.

You hated that you could relate.

“I’m sorry I’m leaving early.” You tried to reassure Jackie with a small smile and a clear statement to prove that you weren’t completely wasted. “I just don’t feel that great.”

You nearly choked on the guilt that squeezed your throat when Jackie slowly waved you off, the rest of your coworkers shouting their goodbyes while Taehyung led you out of the nightclub, his long arm curved around your waist.

Walking was proving to be difficult, not because of the vodka you’d consumed, but because of the absolutely devastating orgasm Taehyung had fingerfucked out of you in the bathroom.

“Struggling, baby girl?”

You could hear the smirk in Taehyung’s voice before you even looked up to see it. The two of you stepped out into the cool night air and you struggled to keep up with Taehyung’s long gait as he led you down the sidewalk.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, but your grip on his shirt tightened.

He’d already guessed the truth, but you were dreading him finding out that he’d been right… Namjoon had made you promise that the two of you would save yourselves for each other. That was the whole point of the purity ring that weighed down your finger. No sex before marriage. It would make it more special, Namjoon had said. Sex while the two of you were trying to earn a college education was a distraction, he’d convinced you.

And now you’d let Taehyung shove his fingers up your pussy in a nightclub bathroom stall. What was wrong with you?

“This is me.” Taehyung opened the passenger door of the sports car parked along the curb. All black, with tinted windows. You didn’t know anything about cars, but this one seemed very Taehyung.

He closed the door behind you once you slid into the passenger seat. Finding his place behind the steering wheel, Taehyung made it clear that his intention was to get to his apartment as quickly as possible. You watched downtown disappear in colorful streaks of light through the windows. There was still time to change your mind. You could tell Taehyung no; you knew he would back off if you did. He was an asshole but he wasn’t a creep.

But every time the logical part of you screamed to shut it all down, Taehyung would do something to coax out the part of your soul that longed to just do whatever you wanted. How many people hovered over you, dictating your life to you? Your parents? Your boyfriend? Even your friends and coworkers who thought you couldn’t make decisions for yourself.

Taehyung was an open door among a million that were bolted shut.

You slowly pried your eyes from the cityscape to watch Taehyung’s right hand palm your bare thigh. Your breath hitched and shuddered as his fingers curved around the inside of your thigh, pulling your leg open a bit to give him easier access to your pussy.

“Does Namjoon not let you speak on your own?” Taehyung snickered. “You’re gonna have to talk to me, jagiya, or this night isn’t going to go the way we want it to.”

His threat was too vague for you to know how to react, so you stayed quiet - only confirming what Taehyung said. It wasn’t like you couldn’t speak on your own… You were just used to other people jumping in before you had the chance. Eventually, you had given up.

Reaching the inside of your legs, Taehyung rubbed quick, tight circles against your core. You were still sensitive from your little activities in the bathroom, so you squirmed from his touch.

“Have you ever given road head before?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together and stared at Taehyung’s profile, trying to decipher his question. Thankfully, he pulled his hand away from you and that allowed your clouded brain to clear out a bit. That is, until he carded his fingers through his hair, and you remembered how soft those brown waves were under your grip.

“What did I say about talking?” His eyes briefly met yours before they returned to the road. He was driving entirely too fast.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“You don’t know what road head is? Namjoon really has sheltered you.” Taehyung let out a breathy laugh; he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Suck me off.”

You could tell by the way he said it that he was both clarifying your confusion and giving you a command. His response stunned you, sending a spike of adrenaline into your heart. Or was it fear?

Maybe you should have anticipated something like this out of Taehyung, but you’d really thought you’d have the car ride to think about all the ways you were going to hell and (perhaps) rectify that. Not giving Taehyung a blowjob while he went 100 mph down a street with a 50 mph speed limit.

“You’re driving,” you finally responded. Not to mention he’d been drinking all night. But wait, why were you considering this to begin with?

“I’m a fantastic driver,” he said simply, giving your thigh a squeeze. Taehyung’s patience was going to be tested tonight if you kept taking forever to answer him. “So get your ass over here.”

You bit your lip, your eyes traveling from Taehyung’s sharp jaw as he spoke to the visible bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

“I’ve never done that before…”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up and he turned to look at you for much longer than you were comfortable with, considering he was still driving. His eyes swept the length of your body before they were back on the road again.

“I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Your face burned with the shame of knowing how your stomach fluttered at Taehyung’s remark, and it was in that moment that you knew you weren’t coming back from this. Yet again, you could have protested, but instead you simply sat back and watched.

Taehyung reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from the tight restraints of his briefs. You’d never see a cock in real life before, not even your boyfriend’s. Namjoon had been serious about staying pure.

Shamefully so, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from it as Taehyung gave himself a few lazy pumps, rolling his palm around the head. It looked so much larger than you’d expected, both in length and girth, though you had literally nothing to compare it to.

“Unbuckle yourself and come here.”

Was it wrong that the thing you were worried about was how unsafe this was, rather than the fact that you were being unfaithful to your boyfriend?

Leaning over the center console, you paused before reaching Taehyung’s crotch. Anxiety was ripping through your body; you felt like you could hardly breathe. Taehyung’s eyes flitted down to look at you in his lap, noticing that you were freezing up. With his eyes returning to the road, he reached out to slowly push your head closer to his cock.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You did as you were told and let out a small whimper when Taehyung tapped the head of his cock against your tongue. He gave you a few more taps, rubbing the tip over the surface of your outstretched tongue. It tasted salty, but not gross like the horror stories made you believe.

“Do not fucking bite me,” he warned.

“I won’t.” You wouldn’t have dared to do so nor would you have wanted to, but the sternness of his tone made you nervous that you might somehow do it on accident.

Pushing down on your head, he guided your mouth onto his cock. You weren’t completely naive; you’d watched porn before. But once you had the head of Taehyung’s velvety cock pressed against your lips, you realized watching porn and actually sucking dick were very different.

“Fuck, suck in your cheeks when you go down,” he instructed, bucking up slightly once he felt you take his head in your mouth. You struggled to find the proper breathing pattern as you inched further, and you couldn’t figure out where to put your tongue. Gradually, your shame was morphing into embarrassment for having no idea what you were doing.

In reality, it didn’t matter if you were shit at this; Taehyung didn’t care. He was getting off on the knowledge that you were dating that bastard Kim Namjoon, yet Taehyung’s dick was the first one you’d ever had in your mouth.

“Go faster.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and showed you the pace that he wanted, guiding your head up and down his cock.

The sudden way he handled you made you cough around his cock, and Taehyung moaned from the vibration it created. You widened your eyes at the sound and you felt that familiar heat begin to pool in your center. Despite how sore your mouth and throat were becoming, the knowledge that you’d elicited such a response out of Taehyung had your pussy throbbing.

Your body was betraying you.

Taehyung squeezed tightly on the steering wheel, fighting his desire to fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. As you got closer to his apartment, Taehyung quickly pulled your hair to lift you away from his cock.

“Fuck, stop,” he hissed, returning both hands to the wheel. You stared at him, unsure of what you’d done. Had you accidentally used your teeth? You didn’t think so.

“Did I do something?” You hated how much you wanted his validation.

“I’m not finishing in your mouth.” Taehyung didn’t look at you as he spoke, instead focused on parking. “I’m gonna fucking fill you up, baby girl.”

You trembled at his words, a shaky hand reaching up to wipe your mouth before Taehyung was gesturing you to get out the car.

His apartment wasn’t anything spectacular. You recalled that his roommate was another guy you’d gone to high school with, one of the other boys who spent his days smoking in the bathroom with Taehyung instead of going to Calculus. They weren’t necessarily the school’s bad boys, but more so the school’s lost causes. Everyone was genuinely shocked when they graduated on time. Taehyung and Namjoon’s parents were friends, and you remembered Namjoon’s parents regularly commenting on Taehyung’s parents’ failure to properly parent their child.

“Taehyung is wasted potential,” Namjoon had told you after his fight with Taehyung the summer before freshman year of college. “He likes to ruin other people’s successes to make himself feel better about not amounting to anything.”

After Taehyung locked the apartment door behind him, he bent down to wrap an arm around your thighs and throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in shock, head reeling.

“You’re gonna wake up my roommate,” he warned. Being carried upside down didn’t give you a great opportunity to take a good look around Taehyung’s apartment, but he wasn’t bringing you over to have you inspect his interior design skills.

Kicking his bedroom door open, Taehyung threw you onto his bed. You watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor once he’d gotten it off.

“Strip,” he commanded offhandedly, his fingers trailing down to his jeans. The only sound in the room was your nervous breathing and Taehyung slowly pulling his zipper down. Pushing off his jeans, he kicked them off to the side along with his briefs.

You still hadn’t moved and Taehyung quirked his eyebrow at you. “What did I say?”

Hands still shaking, you began to undress yourself as you took in Taehyung’s naked body. You’d never seen a naked man in the flesh before nor had you ever been naked in front of one.

“Like what you see?” Taehyung smirked, and you quickly looked away. He was practically devouring you with his eyes as he pumped himself once more. “You’re not on the pill, are you?”

“No. I don’t have a reason to be.” You felt your face grow hot at how straightforward Taehyung was being about something so intimate. Yet you were sitting there, naked in his bed, so why were you so shocked?

You watched him retrieve a condom and slip it on, mentally taking note of the process for the future. Then he climbed onto the bed and parted your knees with his. Taehyung grabbed your chin and pressed his lips against yours, his fingers finding your center to prod into it, making quick scissoring motions that had you gasping.

“You’re going… too fast,” you rasped, knees squeezing against the outside of his thighs.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl and take it?” Despite his challenging remark, Taehyung slowed down his fingers to a more comfortable pace. You whimpered beneath him, feeling the hot spring coiling in the pit of your stomach tighten like it had at the nightclub. But before you could reach your climax again, Taehyung removed his fingers from inside you. You let out a frustrated cry and then immediately felt horrified by the way you’d been clinging to Taehyung with need. Now that you were face to face, Taehyung had a perfect view of your face fluctuating between desire and guilt.

“Y/N, don’t look so disappointed in yourself,” he cooed. He leaned down to nuzzle your neck, dipping his hot tongue into your collarbone. “Just think of it this way. Namjoon’s going to benefit from everything I can teach you.”

That certainly didn’t make you feel better at all, but you had little time to mull over what Taehyung had said. Your thoughts were interrupted by the head of his cock circling your swollen clit. Taehyung swiped his cock back and forth, making your legs shake.

“I want to hear you beg, baby girl. Tell me how much you need my cock.”

You bit your tongue and stared up into Taehyung’s blown out pupils. Your brain still wanted to fight him, even in the position you were in. But your body was already gone.

“Please,” you rasped, the desire to know everything Namjoon had kept from you taking over. “I need your cock, Taehyung.”

“But how much?” He slipped the head of his cock inside of you and you moaned at the sudden pressure.

“More than I should,” you panted.

Taehyung smirked, satisfied with that answer. Slowly, he sunk his cock into your pussy, mindful of the way you tensed when the stretch of his cock seared into your tight muscles.

“Fuck, Y/N.” A deep, guttural moan fell from his lips once he bottomed out and he could barely contain himself with your heat so tightly sucking him in. “You feel even better than I expected.”

It took everything in Taehyung’s power to go slow, pulling out until only his head remained inside of you, before easing his way back in again. He maintained that pace with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head and your legs wrapped around his waist. You cried out at the overwhelming feeling inside of you, every nerve in your body stimulated by the sensual pace.

He let out a shaky breath in the crook of your neck as you squeezed around his cock. “Good girl. Do that again,” he groaned.

You swelled at the praise, especially since you hadn’t meant to do anything at all; it’d been natural. You did as you were told and earned another shaky breath from Taehyung. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, hips snapping into yours with enough force to make your tits jiggle against his chest.

Another moan erupted from you, though you tried to hold it in.

“Don’t act like that. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung flicked his tongue against your earlobe as he growled into your ear. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m gonna come again.” Again, you obeyed, though barely choking out a response. You thought you were on the verge of tears from how good you felt and the overwhelming tension building inside of you.

“Good girl.” At your confession, Taehyung began thrusting into you even harder, the weight of his body as he pounded into you making the inside of your thighs sore. The consistent thrusts, combined with the drag of Taehyung’s pelvis on your clit, finally pushed you over the edge. You cried into his shoulder, nails digging into his back, as your muscles fluttered around him.

You weren’t expecting the level of sensitivity you felt as Taehyung continued to thrust into you after you came, but it made you squirm. Maybe this was the part of sex girls didn’t like. It was almost too much for your senses to handle.

Taehyung couldn’t believe Namjoon was willingly allowing himself to miss out on this.

“God fucking damn,” Taehyung shuddered, slowly losing the tempo he’d set. He bit your shoulder and sucked your skin into his mouth so hard you yelped. Eventually, his body tensed, and you felt him twitch inside you.

You closed your eyes, legs still shaking from the new sensations you’d experienced. You could understand why people were so sex-crazed. There wasn’t anything you’d felt like this before, not to mention the way your brain felt a dazed euphoria afterwards.

That is, until the reality set in about what you’d just done.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Taehyung kissed the hickey he’d sucked into your neck before lifting himself off of you to discard the condom. You’d known Taehyung since your freshman year of high school; his comment made you wonder if he’d longed for you for the entire six years you’d known each other.

You sat up tenderly, grimacing as you moved your legs. You didn’t want to think about how you were going to feel in the morning. Physically, emotionally.

Taehyung returned to his bedroom to find you with your bra and underwear on again.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he mused, sitting down on the bed beside you. “A hit and run type of girl, huh?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know.” How were you to know? You’d always heard that type of person was cruel with other people’s feelings. “I just don’t like being naked.” This was something new you’d learned about yourself.

Clearly, Taehyung had no issue being naked. He leaned back in all his naked glory and watched you with amused eyes that were so different from the lust-filled smirks he’d given you all night. Maybe an orgasm made him less of a shithead.

“Why do you hate Namjoon so much?” You’d blurted out the question and immediately regretted it. All amusement from Taehyung’s face melted into a dark look of irritation and you worried he might yell at you.

“Namjoon is a liar and a manipulator,” Taehyung sneered. He stood up to put his briefs on and caught a quick glance of himself in the mirror to ruffle his hair back into a more put-together look.

“No he’s not. Namjoon is the nicest-”

“You don’t know what I know,” Taehyung interrupted you. He tossed your shirt and skirt back to you and you appreciated that he made the effort to retrieve them for you, despite his rude accusations against your boyfriend.

“And what do you know?” You pulled your shirt over your head.

“He cheated. On everything.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes when you opened your mouth to protest, so you shut your lips very quickly. “Cheated on his homework, all his exams, even the fucking ACT to get into Harvard. Yet he acts like Mr. Perfect all the time.”

“Why would I even believe you?” The more clothes you had on, the bolder you were getting, apparently.

“Because me and Jungkook were the ones giving him all the answers.”

Jungkook? You tilted your head to the side, but Taehyung beat you to your question.

“My roommate. You know him. You had AP English with us.” Taehyung jabbed his thumb towards the wall which you assumed had Jungkook’s bedroom on the other side. “Namjoon would pay us for it. He was clever, I’ll give him that much. He knew no one would believe a pair of worthless pieces of shit like us if we tried to snitch.”

You could hear the bitter hurt in Taehyung’s voice; against your better judgment, it tugged at your heartstrings. Why were you believing him?

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Your fingers shook as you pulled on your skirt, eyes pleading with Taehyung to be lying. He had to be lying.

“Did you know I got a full ride to Dartmouth?”

You shook your head slowly. That definitely had to be a lie. Taehyung had been one of the worst students at your high school. At least, that’s what Namjoon had said. You never really interacted with Taehyung on a personal level.

“They rescinded my offer when our school notified them that I’d gotten suspended for getting into that fucking fight with your innocent Joonie when Jungkook said he was going to tell everyone about all the cheating,” Taehyung hissed. “I bet Namjoon didn’t tell you that.”

Your head was spinning from the sudden narrative that fit nothing you’d heard from Namjoon. There was no way any of it was true.

“How is it that Namjoon walked away from that without so much as a slap on the wrist even though he’d thrown the first punch? His fucking parents paid off the principal. Then they admitted it to my parents later, as an “apology” when they found out Dartmouth let me go.”

You had gone to a rather expensive private school, so the idea that the administration was corrupt wasn’t that shocking. Still, it didn’t make any sense. Namjoon was so smart; he didn’t need other people to help him achieve anything.

But there were parts of it that did make sense. It was mean the way Namjoon had a superiority complex, especially when directed at Taehyung who was supposed to be a family friend. And you were reminded of the fact that his first year of Harvard hadn’t been the greatest, but everyone blamed it on the new environment of college. Namjoon just needed time to adjust, right? And now that you thought about it, you remembered having multiple classes with Taehyung - and you were exclusively in APs and Honors.

When you never responded, Taehyung got up with a sigh. He turned to his favorite way to relieve stress, aside from sex - weed.

“Do you care?” he asked, lifting up the blunt he was rolling from atop his dresser.

“No,” you finally spoke.

Taehyung returned to sit on the bed next to you. He lifted the lighter to the blunt in his mouth, taking a few puffs to get the fire going.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he said after a few hits. With the blunt pinched between his index finger and thumb, he handed it out to you. You stared at it for a moment, eventually taking it because why the fuck not? You were already screwed.

“I just find it interesting how he’s always been so concerned about controlling your decisions when you don’t know anything about what he does when you’re not around. But that’s men, right? Can’t trust us.” Taehyung took the blunt from you after you hit it.

His words made your stomach twist because he’d hit on something you’d never verbalized but had struggled with for a long time: why did Namjoon treat you like you were stupid? The way he treated Taehyung and how he treated you were beginning to feel a bit too similar.

“You’re not very trustworthy either, are you?” The amused look was back in Taehyung’s face and he swiped his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he smirked.

“Shut up,” you snapped.

“Y’know, I thought about telling Namjoon about this.”

You widened your eyes at Taehyung, the churning in your stomach flipping so badly you felt like you were going to throw up.

“Taehyung… please…”

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Your secret is safe with me.” Taehyung crossed his index finger against his chest in an “X”. “I decided I’d have more fun knowing what Namjoon doesn’t.”

By some evil irony, your phone began vibrating on Taehyung’s nightstand. He took a look at the caller ID and the biggest grin spread across his face as he handed it to you.

Incoming Call from Joonie💖

“Oh my god,” you whispered, staring up at Taehyung. He was sucking away on the blunt with a twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying your panic.

You had no option but to answer. Apparently, Namjoon had texted you thirty times and had already called you four times. You’d just been too busy getting fucked to notice.

“Hi Joonie,” you said with as perky of a voice as you could muster.

“Babe! I was looking at your location, where the fuck are you? Why didn’t you answer me?”

You slouched, chest caving in as Namjoon’s frustration seeped through the phone. You hated when he raised his voice at you. And of course you’d forgotten that he could see your location on his phone; he’d insisted that you turned on that feature when he went off to college.

“I’m at my coworker’s. A group of us went out, but she wanted to go back home…” You avoided Taehyung’s gaze, though you knew he had his eyes on nothing but you.

“Which coworker?”

“You don’t know her…” You chewed on your lip and prayed Namjoon would let it go.

But of course he wouldn’t. “Who?”

“Jackie! She threw up and I’m helping her! I really need to go back to her, but I can call you in the morning, okay?”

Namjoon was silent for a moment, and you knew you’d crossed a line. You were being pushy with him. Being too independent for your own good.

“Fine. We will discuss this in the morning.”

He hung up before you could say anything else.

“This is all your fault.” You jabbed your finger into Taehyung’s chest, but all he did was grin. Ignoring him again, you frantically texted Jackie, trying to find a way to have her cover for you without bringing up the fact that you’d cheated on your boyfriend.

“I don’t know why you put up with his shit,” Taehyung mumbled around the blunt and shrugged when you refused to answer him. He probably thought you were being difficult, but in reality you didn’t have an answer for him. Nothing that felt convincing anymore.

“I need to go.” Your first attempt at standing up was a failure; your legs felt like jelly beneath you. That only added to Taehyung’s amusement, and his already inflated ego. Your second attempt was more successful, and you made your way to Taehyung’s front door without needing help.

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

“No,” you snapped. “I’m taking an Uber.”

“Suit yourself.” Taehyung leaned his shoulder against the wall while you ordered the Uber on your phone.

You went to open the door, but Taehyung reached out to gently grip your chin. He lifted it up and pressed his lips into yours. Sliding his hand from your chin to the back of your head, Taehyung deepened the kiss. His lips seared into yours, lighting a pulsing heat that spread throughout your body.

“If you ever need a break from your perfect life with Kim Namjoon, you know where to find me.” And with that, he opened his front door for you to step out.

You slid into the backseat of the Uber and watched the cityscape through the window, passing by much slower than it had when Taehyung was driving. Looking down, you unlocked your phone to clear out all the messages from Namjoon, too tired to look through whatever he’d had to say. But one message from an unknown number that was sent while you were still at Taehyung’s apartment caught your eye.

Unknown [1:18] namjoon has no idea how good he’s got it

You stared at the message the entire ride home, and still didn’t know what to say by the time you’d collapsed in your bed. Finally deciding on something, you let out a nervous exhale and hit send.

[1:34] Go to bed Taehyung

You hadn’t expected an immediate response, but you’d been granted one.

Unknown [1:34] it would be a lot easier if you were with me

If you were going to hell, you might as well go all out, right?

[1:35] Come over then

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Part 34: Follow My Lead

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst. Not Beta read.

Word Count: 5076 words.

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Several weeks had passed since your first trip to the commune, and you were still visiting it frequently. After reading a report so moving it managed to touch his heart, Sukuna continued to allow you to return under the excuse that you needed to gather more information. In reality, he just wanted to read more of your reports. The reasoning behind a simple servant going so often to the commune was simple but effective: you were the king's messenger. Every time you had to return to the castle, the villagers would give you letters to keep in contact with their family members that were now servants. Sukuna, curious and cautious, would often check each letter before it was delivered. What he didn't know was that Nagi and Mei Mei would pre-examine them, making sure no villager revealed compromising information before skillfully resealing them.

Meanwhile, your training with Naoya and Ranta continued. This was already your fifth time attempting to maintain a domain expansion. Creating one wasn't difficult; the truly challenging part was maintaining it. It always ended up breaking after two or three impacts. But Naoya was convinced you could do better.

Despite the short practice time, the physical strain was brutal. More than once, you fainted or became immobile from exhaustion. Fortunately, Naoya nor Ranta never allowed you to completely collapse. This time, however, was different.

"What does the King of Curses want from King Zen'in?" Naoya questioned you in the middle of the battle within your domain expansion, continuing his part of the plan.

"Nothing, he just wants to wipe out all humans from earth," you replied before trying to land another punch, causing him to stumble.

"Just that? There must be something more."

"That's all I know. Sukuna's hatred for humans is unmeasurable."

You launched yourself at Naoya with a direct blow to his chest. He defended himself by crossing his arms, but the force of the impact sent him back several steps. Wasting no time, you ran up to deliver a second punch, sending him stumbling. Each impact hurt, you knew, but Naoya held his ground without using his techniques, afraid of seriously injuring you if he counterattacked. One after another, your blows landed on him until one finally brought him to his knees. You smiled as his guard dropped, and then you delivered your hardest blow yet.

That last punch broke the sway of his hold and threw him into the air with a force that reminded you of how Mahito used to mercilessly throw you around. Before his body hit the ground a second time, Ranta intervened and quickly caught him.

You barely managed to stay on your feet. Your legs trembled, your vision blurred, and nausea rose in your throat like an unstoppable wave. You vomited your breakfast at the edge of the training ground. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, shaky but determined. You straightened with difficulty.

It had been enough. You had shown Naoya that you could indeed maintain a domain expansion.

"I did it!" you exclaimed, raising your arms in victory.

After recovering from the blow that nearly rendered him unconscious, Naoya slowly sat up, one hand resting on his stomach. Ranta, with a proud smile, began applauding you, celebrating your achievement. But the moment didn't last long: Naoya gave him a cold, razor-sharp glare. He didn't say a word, but that gesture was enough for Ranta to immediately lower his hands, as if the air itself had become heavy.

"It took you a while, but you did it," Naoya grumbled, filled with envy.

How was it possible? You, someone who had only discovered the existence of jujutsu a year earlier, had achieved a successful domain expansion… before him. Naoya always assumed it would take you months, maybe years, to reach even a fraction of that level. But you did it in weeks. Weeks. He couldn't explain it—not with logic or with wounded pride—and, precisely because of that, you became even more intriguing in his eyes. It was as if your every advance challenged everything he thought he knew about talent, training, and power.

"Now you must teach me how to perform a reverse curse technique," you asked for your end of the deal.

"Fine, if that's what you want." Naoya shrugged before taking a step toward you, but Ranta stopped him.

"I think you should perfect your domain expansion first," the younger one suggested.

"I can do that on my own. I prefer to learn how to use the reverse curse technique to heal myself and others.”

"It's just that it's a very time-consuming process. It can take years or even a lifetime." Ranta tried to change your mind.

"Naoya said there was a faster way."

"I don't think it's a good idea," he tried to warn you last time.

"I think it's a great idea." Naoya smiled evilly.

He gripped your arm tightly, so fast you barely had time to react. His fingers dug into your skin like shackles. Without a word, he drew the tanto hidden in his clothes; the blade flashed briefly before descending with surgical precision onto your skin. The cut was clean, shallow, but enough to open a red line where a thin trail of blood trickled down. A shiver ran through your body. The heat of the steel stirred your nerves, and you reacted immediately, jerking away, your heart in your hand.

"Ow! Why did you do that?!" you exclaimed, annoyed and offended.

"This is your first test." Naoya tucked the tanto into one of his sleeves to begin your new lesson.

Cursed energy comes from negative emotions, which are unsuitable for healing living beings. However, cursed spirits are composed of cursed energy and don't require a reverse curse technique to heal. What they do is take cursed energy and multiply it until it becomes so negative that it becomes positive. As a result, energy that destroys becomes energy that creates, negative becomes positive.

"Focus all the negative energy on the wound until it becomes positive and the wound heals," Naoya explained. "Ranta and I will go eat; come back with us when you're done."

You stared at the wound closely, as if by looking at it long enough you could unravel its secret. You didn't know where to start. How did Sukuna do it? You remembered it clearly: his incredibly gentle hands had taken yours, ravaged and bleeding, and in an instant, the wounds disappeared as if they had never existed.

You stared back at the cut, focusing. That was all he had ever done, wasn't it? Focus. Trust. Believe. You could do it too. You shut out the rest of the world, letting everything fade away, except for that wound on your arm, which had become the sole point of existence in your universe. The cursed energy began to expand, to take shape, multiplying intensely in front of you until…

Naoya placed a hand on his cousin's shoulder, ready to return to camp with the others. For him, there was no way you could heal that wound in a single day. Not even the most talented sorcerers of the Zen'in clan could do it so quickly.

In his mind, he could already see you returning to the commune, shoulders slumped, embarrassed. You would ask him to heal your wound before you left for the castle. And he would, of course. He would bandage it carefully, place a soft kiss on the broken skin. "So it heals faster," he would say with a flirtatious smile, thus winning another piece of your heart. And you, blushing and surrendered, would lean toward him... just a little... then more... until your lips met his, and then...

"I healed it!"

Naoya and Ranta stopped dead in their tracks, as if time itself had stumbled. Naoya looked at you, not only surprised, but with a spark of genuine terror in his eyes. It was true. What a minute before had been a clean, fresh, and bleeding cut… had vanished. Not a mark, not a hint of a scar.

Ranta opened his mouth in such astonishment that he seemed to have forgotten how to close it. Disbelief paralyzed his face; never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined witnessing something like this.

"H- How? Tell me how you did it!" Naoya exclaimed, examining your arm to make sure you had really closed the wound.

"Well, what you said, I just focused my energy on the wound," you replied, puzzled by his strange behavior.

"But… It's not-!… You're a…!" Naoya was so angry that he couldn't even insult you in any way.

You had achieved the unthinkable: a functional dominion expansion and the beginning of a reverse technique, all in less than two weeks. For Naoya, it was like a slap in the face from fate. He felt… defeated. Humiliated. Like a loser faced with a force he couldn't understand or reach. How was it possible that you, a beginner, were overcoming barriers that had taken him years to even reach? This had to be a joke. A cruel, absurd, and humiliating joke from the universe.

Suddenly, Naoya grabbed you by the shoulders, tightly, desperately, as if by shaking you he could wring a logical explanation out of you.

"Who the hell are you?! You were a sorceress before, weren't you?!" Naoya finally snapped.

"Naoya, you're hurting me!" You could barely manage between jerks.

"Answer me!"

"Are you crazy?!" Ranta butted into the argument and pulled Naoya away.

"There's something you're not telling me!" Naoya exclaimed, demanding an explanation.

"But I don't know what you want me to tell you!" You retorted.

"Enough!" Ranta shouted, stopping both of them. "Let's just get on with the training."

"Okay," Naoya growled, madness building from the back of his throat. "Ranta, hold her."

Ranta gripped your shoulders firmly, immobilizing you without warning. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you felt Naoya take your hand with unnerving calm. His touch was cold, deliberate. Then, the blade of his tanto flashed for an instant, like a broken promise.

A flash, a cut. The pain came like a lightning bolt.

You screamed, your voice cracking with agony, as the blade sliced through your pinky finger without hesitation. Blood spurted out immediately, hot and brutal, marking the ground. Reality compressed in that second: the heat, the bewilderment, the horror of the irreparable. And Naoya, impassive, watched.

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Naoya had tortured you all afternoon, methodically, unhurriedly, and mercilessly. He began with your pinky, as if he were tuning an instrument. Then the other fingers, one by one. Then your entire hand, and to crown the day's "training," your entire arm. Every cut, every fragment of separated flesh, every inch torn by his effort, was seared into your memory.

When you finally returned to the commune, you did so with your body intact but your soul shattered. You had restored your arm, yes, but it didn't feel like yours. The phantom pain was still there, throbbing beneath your skin, reminding you of everything you'd lost... and regained, as if that made it any less brutal. Your stomach churned with every step. People spoke to you, and you responded without remembering what you'd said. Your eyes were empty, lost somewhere beyond the horizon.

It wasn't long before Higuruma saw you. He watched you silently, instantly recognizing that distant stare, the thousand-yard stare. He knew it well. It was the mark of those who had seen hell… and returned with their hands trembling.

“Is everything okay?” Higuruma asked you. You could only nod. “Are you hungry? Do you want a piece of cheese? Nagi just gave it to me.”

“No, thank you. I should get back to the castle now; I’m going to try on my wedding dress today.”

Higuruma had almost forgotten that you would soon be marrying the king. It was hard to believe… and yet, there was the truth, as absurd as it was disturbing. Love, or whatever it was, had strange ways of manifesting itself, sometimes so twisted they bordered on madness.

“Are you sure you want to marry the king? If you’re doing it because you are afraid or something…” The usual argument began; it seemed like a broken record of worry.

"Hiromi." You stopped him before he could continue speaking infinitely. "I want to do it with all my heart."

"What if your heart is wrong?"

"Then I was doomed from the start."

Hiromi looked at you with that same expression your father used to give you when, as a child, you told him with the certainty of a dream that one day you would marry the kindest man in the world. It was a look that distilled a mixture of tenderness and pity, as if he were afraid of bursting the bubble you had built in your mind, that fantasy you had woven over the years. There was something else in his eyes, a silent fear, as if it pained him to reveal to you that the world you believed in, so pure and perfect, was only an illusion about to vanish.

"If you're so worried, why don't you ask Mei Mei to watch over the wedding with the crows?" You suggested why he might remove that expression. "That way you'll realize I'm truly happy with Sukuna, and Sukuna is happy with me."

"You even call him by his name..." Higuruma sighed pessimistically.

"And that's just the beginning," you assured him, to which he could only take your word for it.

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The dress was more beautiful than you had imagined. White, pure, with endless layers that seemed to lengthen your every step, as if time itself stopped as it touched the ground. Delicate lace adorned your chest and silhouette, each a work of art in itself. Thousands of pearls glittered in the light, inlaid with such precision that they seemed to whisper secrets of elegance and perfection.

Mrs. Inoue and the retinue of maids stared at you, wide-eyed in awe. It wasn't the first time they'd seen you in a dazzling gown, but this one... this one wore the crown. It was as if the very air around you had transformed, recognizing your presence.

Before you could stop them, tears began to roll down your cheeks, treacherous, soft. The weight of the beauty, the moment, and the contrast between what you had dreamed and what was now reality, made it all spill over in a single breath.

"Oh, my dear." Mrs. Inoue took a handkerchief from a maid to give it to you. "You look like a little angel."

"I'm hungry." You sobbed.

"What?" Mrs. Inoue, confused, turned to the other servants to see if she had heard correctly.

"I would have accepted the piece of cheese from Hiromi." You moaned before wiping your cheeks with the handkerchief.

Mrs. Inoue had no idea what was going on, but her role as a lady-in-waiting was to help you with whatever you asked for.

"You heard her, bring a piece of cheese to the young lady, she's hungry!" Mrs. Inoue commanded the servants. Two of them quickly headed to the kitchen.

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After a long day training his new troops, the ones he would soon send to the dreaded Impossible Belt, Sukuna walked with a firm stride toward the game room. However, as he crossed the threshold, he stopped in his tracks when he encountered a peculiar sight. Two maids, each holding a silver tray, were marching down the hallway. The trays were adorned with finely cut cheese and a variety of nuts. Both were heading in the opposite direction.

"Which rat are you serving all that to?" Sukuna sneered.

"The lady," one of the maids answered. "She asked us to bring her some cheese, but didn't specify which one, so we brought her every kind we found in the kitchen."

Sukuna swallowed his words, a pang of discomfort running through my chest as I realized I had unintentionally called you a rat indirectly. After the incident in which he called you "disgusting," you would surely react with even more fury if you discovered that, in his absence, he had repeated the same mistake. The idea of you finding out gave him a strange feeling, one he'd rather avoid at all costs.

Although something inside him was surprised; perhaps it was strange that you would order something to eat other than tea. However, he couldn't blame you. Perhaps the day at the commune had been harder than you let on.

Without much thought, Sukuna reached out, taking the trays from the servants with calculated swiftness, assuming the task with an almost arrogant indifference. He carried both trays effortlessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but deep down, his gesture held a hint of strange kindness, a touch he rarely let slip.

"You'd better not breathe a single word about this," he ordered them.

The servants nodded quickly, thinking he meant he was embarrassed to admit he was helping a couple of old women, and led the way to where you were. They arrived at the room he used to call yours. Sukuna let the maids in first to announce his presence.

"The king is here."

"Oh no! No way he's coming in." He heard Mrs. Inoue's voice on the other side of the door. Her plump body blocked the small opening so he couldn't see what was behind it. "Go away."

"This is my castle. I'm the king, and I do what I want."

Sukuna tried to open the door with his free hands, careful not to let the cheese platters spill out. However, Mrs. Inoue stepped in, blocking his attempt with unexpected swiftness. It wasn't long before other, equally determined hands joined the effort as if it were a game of tug-of-war.

"I'm not going to let him ruin your marriage before it even starts!" the Mrs. said between spurts of strength.

"How am I going to ruin my marriage?!" Sukuna groaned, surprised that the grandmothers were stronger than he thought.

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding."

Sukuna had never heard such nonsense. However, he knew humans took their traditions seriously, and for that strange reason, he gave up the absurd battle for the door. A sigh, a mixture of annoyance and resignation, escaped his lips as he watched Mrs. Inoue and the others maneuver to ensure everything remained "according to protocol."

At that moment, you peeked your head around the edge of the door, not allowing him to see the rest of the dress. Your face was marked by the traces of suppressed emotion, your eyes slightly swollen with tears. But at the sight of the food, a spark of life shone in your eyes, as if simply seeing the feast before you would dissipate some of the cloud of regret that surrounded you.

"Oh, you brought my cheese!" you exclaimed excitedly as the two servants reached for the trays to bring it into the room. "Thank you, Sukuna." That smile of yours completely melted him.

"Looks like you're busy. I'll be in the playroom. Meet me there when you're done," he asked before stroking your head and leaving before he showed any more of his vulnerability to anyone other than you.

You closed the door with a silly smile on your face, unable to stop your lips from curling at how unexpectedly tender his gesture had been, despite the audience surrounding them. It was a mixture of shyness and emotion, a reaction that overwhelmed you unintentionally. He was the only man capable of making your heart race, no matter how small or insignificant the gesture. A simple movement, a fleeting glance, and your world couldn't stop spinning around him.

"Hey, haven't you noticed the king has calmed down?" one of the servants commented as you helped yourself to a piece of cheese. For some strange reason, it tasted better than other days.

"You noticed it too?" another maid inquired.

"He's changed since the dance," another one agreed.

"So, all this time, the king could have not been a piece of shit if he fucked?" You almost spat out the piece of cheese in shock. But you couldn't say it was a lie, so you just ate the cheese with raisins in total silence.

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The piano notes floated in the air, suspended for an instant before fading into the stillness of the room. Sukuna played, lost in the melody as he waited for your arrival. You'd spent the entire day at the commune and had even gotten around to trying on the dress, but now he craved something more, a bit of your attention.

The song stopped abruptly the moment he heard your tentative steps on the marble, the subtle, almost imperceptible sound of your feet touching the cold floor. Wordlessly, you sat down next to him on the bench, and it was then, glancing at you, that he noticed you were wearing a black silk robe. The fabric slid softly over your skin, and for a second, Sukuna forgot the rest of the world, absorbing every detail of your presence.

"Why did you stop?" you asked curiously.

"Because it's a surprise for the wedding." Sukuna wrapped one of his lower arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. That's when he noticed you were only wearing the thin robe.

"So I'm not the only one with a secret." You gave him a mischievous smile, like a child who'd just gotten into trouble.

"What are you up to this time?" Sukuna caressed your hip, sliding his thumb over the curve.

"You say that as if I am always plotting something." It was true, but that wasn't the point. "Even Uraume challenged me, but I'm not even going to tell her." That was your chance to discredit Uraume in case they wanted to tell him something about you.

"One begins to suspect when you always manage to surprise me."

"The trick is to make sure the opponent never knows your next..." Out of nowhere, you grabbed his robes to steal a kiss. Sukuna's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't pull away. "...move," you whispered against his lips.

You were about to pull away, but Sukuna caught you with all four of his arms. He'd improved his kissing technique. He went from rough to more assertive, guiding the kiss at a pace that suited both of yours. Your bodies melted together. His upper hands moved up your spine to reach the nape of your neck, slowly burying his fingers in your hair. You moaned against his lips at the tickling. Sukuna took advantage of your enthusiasm to trap your lower lip between his teeth so as not to break the sensitive touch and look into your eyes.

"Not even the most powerful sorcerers can surprise me like you can," Sukuna murmured. His body trembled as he felt your hands run over his chest. "You're too dangerous for me."

"I must be prepared if I'm going to marry danger itself." You played along. You moved your touch up to his shoulders to peel them out of his robe, exposing his broad chest for your enjoyment.

"Then I'll have to test you."

Sukuna placed you on his lap, untying the knot of your robe so slowly it hurt to wait. He tossed the robe aside to leave you exposed, only for his view. Your nipples became erect in the changing weather. He slowly positioned you against the piano, producing a deep sound that shook your senses. You held onto the music stand to keep from falling. His hands ran along the arch of your back, and the thickness of your thighs was completely exposed for his selfish delight. You were a blank canvas, waiting for the plans of the artist to whom you belonged.

Sukuna caressed your breasts while one of his hands rubbed circles over your clitoris. With his remaining hand, he masturbated one of his members to have it ready for you. You couldn't help but moan his name, arching your back towards him so he could touch whatever he saw fit with that almost blind trust that characterized you.

"You're the most beautiful daisy in the meadow," Sukuna purred in your ear before placing a kiss on it.

He held your hips and guided you towards one of his erect cocks, grunting when it made contact with your intimacy. You bit your lower lip to keep from letting out a brutal moan at the magnitude of the earthquake that was about to invade your body. He guided your hips towards his body, thrusting into you little by little to continue increasing the speed one second at a time. You curled your toes from how good it felt. He groaned incoherently as he drove your hips towards his pleasure. You gripped the piano, making random sounds as your tits bounced on the keys.

The two of them were a disaster. A sexual duet I hadn't heard in a long time. Sukuna had become the primitive animal he detested so much, but would never stop being, while you moaned softly for fear of someone hearing you. The friction against your flesh and the scant clothing were the chorus that gave the piece its vulgar touch.

Noticing that you were somewhat uncomfortable on the piano, he decided to change your position. He took you by the waist to lie you down on the piano bench, lifting your butt so you were level with his crotch, so he could fuck you on all fours this time. You let out an ecstatic whimper as you felt his member go so deep for the first time.

"You're too big, 'Kuna!" you whimpered.

"Do you want me to do it slower?" Sukuna asked, afraid of hurting you.

"Don't even think about it," you threatened.

Sukuna smiled excitedly, his cock throbbing at your words. He gripped your hips tightly, digging his claws in, to give you what you wanted even harder, thrusting your body with each impact. The indecent splashing drove him further. Sukuna could only focus on you moaning his name. He'd heard his name chanted by crowds before, but hearing it from you was better than any praise.

Sukuna lifted one of his feet onto the bench to reach even deeper, and as if that weren't enough, he pulled your hair with one hand, held your waist with another, pinned your arms behind your back with another, and played with your clit with the other. He was a complete animal who didn't mind being cruel when devouring his favorite prey.

Despite being an act condemned to hell, it was the closest you'd ever get to heaven. You had no say in it; your only job was to enjoy his member slamming into your walls and the other pounding into your entrance.

"What did you do to me, my daisy, that you're the only one who possesses me body and soul?" Sukuna was starting to rave from how good it felt.

Sukuna went from growling manly to moaning at how hot he was. Even though he had you at his mercy, he wanted you closer like the selfish king he is. He grabbed both of your arms to pull you towards him, leaving you even more exposed to the air. Your breasts bounced, your legs trembled, and your body could barely contain the pleasure; you could sense it.

Sukuna grabbed your breasts to press you against his body, and his lower hands continued to play with your clitoris. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure as he attacked you from all sides that you could barely say a word; you could only feel the pressure on your body. You wouldn't last long if he kept pounding into you like that.

"Almost there, 'Kuna," you warned him between stutters.

"Come, beautiful. I want to see you," he begged as he kissed your neck, leaving small bites along the way.

You didn't need any further warning to reach orgasm, squirting a little onto the bench. Listening to you and enjoying your reaction made him give his final thrusts to fill you completely. He pulled out his cock to appreciate his work of art, your vagina releasing excess cum, sliding down your lips and dripping onto the bench.

With your lack of strength, you were about to collapse, but Sukuna caught you before you could fall. He took you in his arms and cradled you in his warmth. You smiled sleepily at him as you stroked his face in gratitude.

"Shall we go to bed?" Sukuna suggested, covering your body with the silk robe like a blanket. You could only nod. "You took me so well."

"Did I surprise you?"

"As always." He smiled at you before planting a kiss on your forehead.

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Higuruma had ordered Naoya and Ranta to guard the wall that night. Naoya was completely alone, sitting atop the wall, watching the cursed village stretch beyond the mists until it was lost in the shadowy silhouette of the castle. The night air danced through his hair as he thought of you, of how you writhed in pain with each cut he inflicted. There was something about that suffering that he found pleasurable. It was the little mercy he still had left, disguised as justification for the supposed sake of "progress." And yet, he was furious. Furious with you. Furious with himself. Because you were better. Faster. Smarter. More capable.

It wasn't fair.

It. Wasn’t. Fair.

Naoya pulled out the tanto hidden in his sleeve and cut his finger. He remembered his own words and tried to heal himself, to direct the cursed energy toward the wound until, with enough willpower, he converted it into positive energy. He concentrated so hard that his eyes began to dry up, not allowing himself to blink. But he failed.

He screamed in despair. First, you had conquered his gaze. Then his heart. Then his soul. And all that remained was his body, which, at the rate things were going, would soon be yours too. Surrender completely to a woman? He would rather kill himself than allow it. He pulled at his hair violently. He was going crazy for you.

It wasn't fair.

It. Wasn’t. Fair.

He loved you.

He hated you.

He hated the exact moment he began to love you.

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Tides of Rivalry

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You and Hongjoong have a rivalry to be the best captain of the High Seas. You constantly bicker with each other but you both hold high respect for each other. You both get stranded on an island and then feelings ensue.

PAIRING | Hongjoong/Reader

GENRE | piratecaptain!Hongjoong, piratecaptain!Reader, smut with no (maybe a little) plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), vaginal sex

RATING | Mature, 18+, MDNI

LENGTH | 5076 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | Here's Pirate Captain Hongjoong! My ending could be better hahaha. But I hope you enjoy nevertheless.

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“I’m going to kill you, Kim Hongjoong.” You muttered.

“Assuming we get out alive.” Hongjoong teased.

You and Hongjoong stood back to back, arms bound and tied together, standing on a plank about thirty feet above the ground, hanging over the side of a ship. With a huff of annoyance, you tried to kick his back leg.

“Ow! Watch it.” Hongjoong said, wincing at your kick. “We don’t want to fall overboard now do we?”

“It's your goddamn fault we’re in this mess.” You exclaimed. “Whose wonderful idea was it to play cards and then lose? Now look where we are.”

“It wasn’t my idea to bet everything I had on that cursed card game either. It’s all because of you and your shitty luck.” Hongjoong sighed.

You narrowed your eyes, struggling to look at his face. “My luck is better than your shitty, shitty luck.” You challenged, butting the back of his head with yours.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, sweetheart.” He teased.

“Oi oi oi! Cut that out or I will cut you.” You threatened.

“How can you when we’re both tied up?” Hongjoong laughed. “Hey at least I’ll die with a beautiful woman.”

“Ha ha. Funny joke.” You managed to mumble through laughter. “At least you have a pretty face to die with.”

How you and Hongjoong ended up walking the plank together was beyond ridiculous. They say it happens when two people come together under unusual circumstances. You were playing cards with Hongjoong and some other pirate captains when one captain (Hongjoong) got too cocky and lost his entire fortune to you. But as fate was cruel, you also lost all your money to another captain who seemingly hated yours and Hongjoong’s guts.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re drinking and playing cards with the other captains, bickering with Hongjoong and all of a sudden you’re tied up alongside him, standing on a piece of wood, staring down thirty feet below.

“You and your shitty luck.” You groaned.

“You lost too, sweetheart.” He reminded you.

“Yeah, well so did you!” You retorted.

“And now we’re both stuck here because of our bad luck.” He shrugged. “Life’s a bitch.”

“I can’t believe I might fall to my death with fucking sharks swimming down there with you!” You exclaimed, letting out a groan.

“Awh sweetheart, it’s okay to admit that you like me.” Hongjoong chuckled.

“Oh fuck off.” You mumbled.

“If we were on land, I’d definitely go fuck off. You can join me.” Hongjoong laughed.

“No way.” You snapped.

“Come on. Let’s just admit that we’re attracted to each other.” Hongjoong encouraged.

“What?! Are you crazy?! We are supposed to hate each other!” You yelled.

“Really? Because all those mean things you say to me are making me really think otherwise.” Hongjoong pointed out.

“You would probably try to seduce me if we weren’t on a bloody plank.” You said.

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

The crew of the ship that held you and Hongjoong hostage watched your little exchange from afar, with varying degrees of shock, disgust, amusement and disbelief. After a while, they were even trying to figure out what to do with the two of you.

A crewman looked at his captain, gesturing towards you and Hongjoong, and he gave a shrug. “Is that normal, Captain? Most folks would be scared to fall to their death but those two… I swear they almost seem excited.”

His captain shook his head. “Those two are always like that. Rival captains with friendly banter between them. Even after all these years, it’s not going to change anytime soon. I guess they both can’t resist teasing each other no matter what kind of situation they’re in.”

You and Hongjoong didn’t stop talking. Your antics were getting increasingly childish and immature but at least you were distracting yourself from thinking about falling off the ship to your certain death. In fact, every time one of the sailors glanced at the two of you, you'd both yell out ‘The hell you looking at!?’ and scare the shit out of them. The reactions of the crewmen were priceless. They shuddered, took a step backwards and then hurriedly returned to whatever they were doing.

“How sad is it that two pirate captains are stuck in this predicament?” You sighed.

“But hey, at least it’s better than being stuck alone right? At least we have each other.” Hongjoong smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “I would rather have another captain than you.”

“I’m sure there are plenty of pretty ladies who would love to relieve themselves with me, but none of them can compare to you.” Hongjoong jokes. “You’re the only female captain I would die for.”

“That's what you say." You snorted. "Until the next girl comes along and you forget all about me."

"There's no other girl that is a pirate captain. So you'll always be special to me." He argued.

“Nope. Not happening. I’ve had enough flirting for today.” You scoffed. You started to yell, hoping that the captain of this ship would hear you. "Yah! Chan-ah! Are you seriously gonna make Hongjoong and I stand here all day?!"

"What did we do to deserve this, kid?!" Hongjoong yelled out.

Chan, the captain of this ship, rolled his eyes. "Yah, I'm older than you!"

"By a fucking year!" Hongjoong shouted.

"Can't you guys shut up already?" Chan sighed. "If I agree to untie you, will you two shut up?"

"No guarantee!" You yelled back.

"Okay. If you won't shut up, then I'll just have one of my guys push you into the water. Then maybe you'll both shut up." Chan warned.

“Go ahead! Push us into the water! That will teach us both a lesson.” You swore, fighting hard against your bonds. “Do it! Fucking push us both into the ocean.”

“Oooh, scary!” Hongjoong laughed. “So dramatic. Chan, you know Y/N and I don't die easily."

“Then let’s prove it. What do you say, boys? Do you wanna give it a shot?” Chan asked his men.

The men on board raised their weapons. “Ready when you are, sir!”

"Push 'em." Chan ordered. Without any hesitation, one of Chan's men shoved the two of you off the plank, pushing you both over the edge.

"God fucking dammit!" You heard Hongjoon scream.

Your stomach dropped out when you felt your body falling. You closed your eyes tightly, holding your breath as you fell.

"Noooo!" You screamed. "Nooo! God damn it!"

Suddenly you heard a loud splash, followed by cheering. Everyone on board started to laugh and applaud. You couldn't believe what just happened. You and Hongjoong, still tied together, were kicking your feet in the water, fighting desperately to stay afloat. You opened your eyes just in time to see Chan grinning at you, clapping his hands and yelling "Perfect! That's what I wanted!"

"Fuck you!" You yelled as you and Hongjoong watched the ship sail away, leaving you both to fight for survival.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Calm down, Y/N." Hongjoong watched as you burst into anger. "The beach didn't do anything to you."

You and Hongjoong managed to swim to a deserted island nearby despite being tied together. It took a bit of teamwork, lots of yelling and splashing water around but somehow you made it there. As you both landed on shore, Hongjoong managed to find a sharp enough rock to cut your ropes loose. With your wrists free, you immediately stood up on shaky legs and let out a scream.

You continued to scream until you angerly plopped on the ground. You punched the dirt with your fist. You stared angrily at the ocean, cursing everything under the sun.

"I hate the whole world right now." You muttered, voice hoarse from screaming.

Hongjoong sat next to you, giving you a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"I hate all pirates. And the sea. And the air. And nature. And life. I hate it all." You huffed.

"Stop being dramatic." Hongjoong mumbled. "We should probably find some shelter before it gets dark. There are usually a few caves around here."

"Fine. But you're building the fire. I'm tired of life." You grumbled.

Hongjoong chuckled. "I'll take care of it. You can rest."

You sighed in relief, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. You scanned the horizon, watching the setting sun dip into the ocean. "Let's go find some cave." You said.

"Alright." Hongjoong agreed.

Both of you picked up the pace, running towards the nearest mountains in hopes of finding a cave. Luckily you found a nice sized cave hidden among the rocks, big enough to accommodate the both of you. As soon as you entered the cave, you crawled inside first, laying down on the floor and covering your face with your hands.

"Thank god." You whispered to yourself.

"I think I'll sleep outside tonight." Hongjoong suggested.

"Get in here, Hongjoong." You rolled your eyes. "It's cold outside. Don't be such a baby. I don't need Seonghwa and the rest of your crew jumping down my throat for letting you sleep out there."

"Fine." He conceded as he entered the cave. "I know a better way to stay warm."

"I will punch you if you suggest sleeping together." You threatened.

"I can take you." He joked.

"You must have a death wish." You laughed.

"It's either you or the sharks out there." Hongjoong shrugged as he gathered the items to create the fire. "Now get out of those wet clothes so you don't get sick. Don't want your crew to worry about you."

You sighed. "Why do you always have to be so responsible?"

"Hey, we might be pirates, but I care about all my crew members." He defended himself. "It's the least I could do for people I consider family. You and I might be rival captains but I care about you as well. We started this journey, this rivalry since we left our little village all those years ago. We may fight each other but deep down, we're still friends. You know how I feel about you."

"Yeah, you're right." You admitted. "Sometimes I get caught up in the fighting. Sometimes I forget that we're also good friends because we're also rivals. Yeah, sometimes I need a reminder."

As the fire warmed the cave, you stared at the burning flames, slowly making your way towards sleep. You still shivered because your back was exposed to the cold night air.

Hongjoong noticed your discomfort and opened his arms. "Y/N, come here."

"Hmmph." You refused before slowly inching your way towards him. "Fine. Just this one time."

"Good girl." Hongjoong smiled. "Come here."

Hongjoong wrapped you in his arms and you couldn't help but let out a sigh when your back was finally covered by the warmth of his chest. "Feels better, doesn't it?" He teased.

You let out a small nod, burrowing deeper into his embrace.

"You know, I enjoy our rivalry and bickering but sometimes I miss the days where we would talk about random things like the weather and ask each other about our families." He continued. "We used to do that back home. Back when we were kids."

"Yeah... I miss that too..." You admitted.

"Those days were good." He said softly. "Being together and talking about nonsense, playing with animals... It made us happy. Not that I'm happy now. I love being with my crew but..."

He paused, hesitating to continue. "You know... A part of me wishes we could turn back time. Go back to those times where it was just you and me. Those simple days when we would run through fields chasing butterflies."

"Me too...We're different people now. We're captains of our own crew and ships. We have people that depend on us and the feeling of responsibility weighs heavily on our shoulders." You turn your head to look at him, his eyes soft. "Sometimes I envy you. You're not burdened with anything. Everything you touch turns to gold. The sun rises for you, the moon follows behind. All of your dreams become reality."

"Even though I have shitty, shitty luck?" He laughed lightly.

"You have everything. I mean, you have me and your crew. You've built a legacy and reputation and everything else. You're the better pirate captain between us. I wish I could be half as successful as you are. I wish I could live as peacefully as you do. As far as I know, you haven't lost a single battle. No matter how many ships you take from others, they still admire you."

"Hey, you're a good captain too." He reassured. "Don't compare yourself to me. You've achieved much more than I ever did."

You shrugged. "You're only saying that to make me feel better."

He shook his head. "You're the one who started comparing ourselves to each other in the first place."

You blushed. "You never stop surprising me, you know that? Every time I think I know you well, you throw something new at me."

"Well, it's kind of true." He admitted. "Whenever you see someone you consider your rival succeed, it makes you want to strive even harder. Maybe that's why I do it. To inspire you. To make us better people."

You let out a small laugh, shifting closer to his warmth. "Have you ever thought about what we would be doing if we never became pirates? Where would we be right now?"

"Wherever we end up, we'd still be together. Wouldn't we?" Hongjoong assured. "Whatever happens, we'll be fine. Together, no matter what."

He pulled you close to him and you rested your head on his shoulder. You let out a sigh of contentment as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heart against your ear. You never realized how soothing it was to listen to his heartbeat until now. You curled up tighter in his embrace and tried to sleep, snuggling closer to him as his warm arm wrapped around your waist.

"Hongjoong?"

"Hmm?"

"Even if we had a crappy past few days...I wouldn't want to experience this moment with anyone else but you."

He gave you a sweet smile. "Same here."

And with that, the two of you drifted into slumber.

You and Hongjoong managed to survive the night without incident. In the morning, you woke up to the smell of food cooking and Hongjoong sitting cross legged in front of a small table, cooking something over the fire.

"Where'd you find the food?" You asked as you sat up.

"Fish." Hongjoong explained as he handed you a piece of cooked fish. "I was hungry so I went fishing while you slept."

"Mmmm...thought I would never see the day where Captain Hongjoong would be feeding me fish." You smirked as you chewed on the fish.

Hongjoong let out a laugh. "I can't let the precious Captain Y/N starve."

"So, are we gonna be stuck here for a while?" You asked.

"Probably." Hongjoong replied. "Seonghwa and the guys will probably find us. Your crew is probably on the search as well. They wouldn't give up looking for us."

"Well, it seems like we're going to be living in a cave for a while." You shrugged. "Maybe we should do some exploring of this island. See what we can find. How about we start searching later today?"

"Sounds good to me." Hongjoong agreed.

The two of you spent most of the day exploring the island, finding a lot of herbs, berries and edible plants. By noon, both of you decided to return to the cave.

You and Hongjoong both sat down in front of the fire, staring intently at the red hot embers. Hongjoong looked serious, examining every detail of the fire. He stirred the ashes occasionally, breaking them apart. When the ash cooled off, he added more wood, creating another round of flames. After a few minutes, the logs burnt completely.

"Are you okay?" You asked, sensing that something was bothering him.

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"You seem really focused on the fire." You observed. "Is there something wrong?"

Hongjoong paused. "Just a bit." He answered honestly. "Can't quite put my finger on it."

"That's okay." You smiled. "If you need to talk about it, I'm here for you."

"Thanks." He smiled back.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Both of you stared into the fire, reflecting on your memories. Some good, some bad. But they were memories nonetheless.

You couldn't remember how long you stared at the fire. All you knew was that it felt as if the world stopped moving. The fire provided the only light, preventing you from being able to tell time.

All of a sudden, you felt a warm hand resting on your thigh.

"What are you thinking about?" Hongjoong whispered, pulling you closer to him.

"Nothing." You lied.

"Lie." Hongjoong smirked. "I can tell you're lying."

"Okay, fine." You pouted. "I'm thinking about my life."

"I figured as much." Hongjoong chuckled. "Do you regret coming with me? Becoming a pirate? Everything we've been through?"

"Sometimes." You confessed. "But sometimes, I feel like I made the right decision. It's weird because usually, when I think of regrets, it's when I was younger. Whenever I thought of a future without you, it was hard for me to breathe. I guess now that I'm older, I've grown stronger and learned how to deal with life on my own."

"You don't need to prove yourself to me." Hongjoong assured. "I'm already proud of the person you've become. Even though we fight and argue, I'm glad that you chose to follow your dreams and work towards achieving them. Even though we're rivals, I'm proud of you. You're smart, beautiful, ambitious and driven. You're such a great person, Y/N."

You turned to face him. His gaze held so much warmth. It enveloped you and filled you with comfort. "Hongjoong?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you and I will have a future together?" You asked softly. "A future where we aren't always fighting on who has the best crew, the best ship, or who is the better pirate?"

"Why do you ask?" He asked.

"Because I want to spend my life with you." You let out a small laugh. "It just got me thinking that all these squabbles and random bickering might disappear one day. One day, we might just wake up one day and realize that we fell in love with each other and decided to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Y/N." Hongjoong murmured softly.

"What?" You questioned, turning to look at him.

His expression softened and he slowly brought his lips to meet yours. He didn't speak. Instead, he simply placed his hand gently on the side of your cheek and kissed you deeply.

When you finally came up for air, you stared into his eyes. A tiny flutter in your stomach told you that this wasn't the last time you'd be kissing him.

"I knew you liked me." Hongjoong smiled, cupping your chin in his hand.

"Shut up." You laughed lightly.

"Come on." Hongjoong grabbed your hand. "Let's go explore the rest of this island. There's gotta be something here worth our time."

The two of you began walking around the island again. But this time, it was more of an intimate walk, holding hands and sneaking kisses whenever you felt like it. You found it funny how quickly things changed between the two of you. Not that it was a bad thing. Hongjoong certainly didn't seem to mind either way.

After a few hours of exploration, the two of you returned to the cave. The sun was beginning to set and both of you decided to rest.

Hongjoong walked over to the fire pit and lit a fresh batch of embers, creating enough heat to keep you warm during the night. You walked over to sit next to him and he wrapped his arms around you. You settled in his embrace, feeling safe and comfortable.

Both of you stared at the burning embers, watching them dance around in the wind.

"You know," You said, causing Hongjoong to turn his attention away from the fire to look down at you. "I'm feeling rather cold here."

"Oh really?" Hongjoong teased. "What do you propose we should do, Captain Y/N?"

You smirked playfully. "Why don't you tell me, Captain Hongjoong."

"Well..." He trailed off.

"I'm waiting." You teased.

"How about I keep you warm tonight?" He offered.

You giggled. "Hmmmm....I think I like the sound of that."

"You won't regret it." Hongjoong grinned.

And with that, he wrapped his arms around you and lowered his lips to meet yours. The kiss was gentle and tender. He ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to kiss you. And before you knew it, you were lost in a passionate haze.

Your hands ran through his hair, fiddling with his soft strands. You pressed your body closer to his, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, tasting his breath.

Before long, the two of you were making out by the fire, losing track of everything except each other. Your legs intertwined with his, your arms entwined with his. Soon, you were straddling him, grinding your hips against his.

In his eagerness to make love to you, Hongjoong slid your shirt off of your shoulders, slipping it over your head and onto the ground. His hands explored your chest, his fingertips grazing across your hardened nipples. Your breathing became ragged as his touch grew more insistent. He sucked your breast into his mouth, making sure not to miss any part of it. You moaned loudly as his tongue circled around your sensitive nipple. You clutched at his hair, pulling him closer to you.

"Hongjoong..." You let out a sigh as you felt his hands gently caressing your sides. "Please..."

He continued playing with your breasts, taking his time and paying special attention to your nipples. He pinched them gently, sucking harder at your breasts. With his tongue still circling around your nipple, he used his teeth to gently bite down, sending chills throughout your entire body.

Your breathing increased. Every touch, every lick, every tug sent tingles throughout your body. You clung to him, desperately trying to control your trembling legs. Hongjoong broke away slightly, tugging his shirt off, before continuing to ravage your breasts. His tongue now plunged into your mouth, leaving a trail of wetness along your neck. You shivered as his warm breath washed over your skin. His hands gently massaged your back as his thumbs grazed down the middle of your spine. Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan.

Suddenly, you heard a soft whimper escape from your lips. "Hongjoong...please..."

It took a few minutes for him to remove the rest of his and your clothes, leaving you both naked. Neither of you bothered to hide anything anymore. You just wanted to feel each other. Your hands moved swiftly over his body, touching every inch you could reach.

Hongjoong's hands ran down your body, stopping at your waist. He pulled you down and began to passionately kiss you again. Your hands were buried deep within his hair, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips. His erection pressed into your stomach, forcing your breathing to become even heavier.

Before you knew it, you were sitting up, straddling him and slowly lowering yourself down onto him. He gasped, biting his lip as he felt your tight muscles squeeze around his hardness. You both moaned at the same time.

With your eyes locked onto his, you began riding him, using your hips to grind against his arousal. His hands rested on your hips, gently guiding you up and down. Your breaths became ragged, your heart rate increased rapidly. Every moment seemed to pass too quickly. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering softly in his ear.

"Fuck...you feel amazing." Hongjoong murmured, running his hands up and down your back. "So tight and hot...can't believe you fit me so perfectly."

He kissed you roughly, pushing you back down onto him, moaning into your mouth as you slowly rode him. He gripped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue inside of your mouth. He rolled his hips, giving you more friction against him. As you rode him, Hongjoong peppered kisses down your neck, nibbling at your shoulder blades. The moans that escaped your lips caused him to smile.

He leaned back, looking down at you, watching you ride him. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Look at me."

Slowly, you looked up into his dark brown eyes. They had a mix of lust, desire and affection. Your hands moved from his neck, stroking his jawline, tilting his head slightly so that you could kiss him properly. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, mingling with his. His arms encircled your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he bit down gently on your lower lip. You sighed softly as you rocked your hips faster against his arousal.

Hongjoong couldn't help but groan in pleasure. "You're driving me fucking crazy, Y/N." He whispered.

"Me too..." You whispered back, arching your back and meeting his thrusts with your own. Your breasts bounced with every thrust.

As the two of you fucked by the fire, the glittering stars above glittered in their perfection. Hongjoong kept you in his arms as you slowly sank down on him, moaning and groaning in pleasure. He licked his lips as he looked down at you, completely mesmerized by your beauty.

He never imagined falling in love with someone like you. Never thought that anyone would make him feel this way. This wasn't just a simple infatuation. It was something else entirely. Love. You made him feel complete. Complete happiness. Complete satisfaction. Complete trust. Complete adoration.

You laid your head on his shoulder, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. He hummed in pleasure, moving his hands up and down your back, grabbing your ass and lifting you slightly off of him. He let out a soft grunt as you impaled yourself on him once more.

"Don't stop...please..." You begged, raising your head and locking your gaze with his. "Just...don't stop."

He held himself inside of you, rocking gently against you. "I can't...let you go, Y/N." He whispered, panting heavily.

"Don't...please..." You begged. "Hongjoong...fuck..."

"I want to fuck you all night, Y/N." He panted. "All day, all week...all month, all year. I want to spend every second of my life with you. In the good times, in the bad times. The times when you smile, the times when you cry. You're all I want, all I need, Y/N. Do you understand? All I want is you. Forever."

"I love you." You whispered.

"Say it again." He demanded.

"I love you, Hongjoong." You repeated.

"Say it louder." He growled.

"I love you!" You shouted, closing your eyes and grinding your hips against him even faster.

"That's right." He murmured, tightening his grip on your hips. "Love me. Fuck me. Just like this."

His grip tightened on your hips as he pounded into you harder. The sound of your grunts filled the air. His face was flushed and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. His entire body tensed up, as he prepared to release himself inside of you.

"Cum for me, love." He whispered. "Let me hear you cum for me."

"Hongjoong! Fuck!" You cried, burying your face in his shoulder as you screamed out in ecstasy.

As the climax built up within him, he pushed into you one last time, gasping and grunting as he released his seed inside of you. He moaned in bliss as he came hard inside of you.

You sat up in his embrace, kissing him lightly on the lips. Both of you caught your breath, before he chuckled lightly.

"The High Seas can wait another night." He smiled.

"But what about the fact that the sun will rise soon?" You laughed.

"It'll give us plenty of time to make love again." He winked.

"Captain Hongjoong." You purred, before pressing your lips to his again. “You know how to spoil a woman.”

The next morning, you and Hongjoong were strolling along the beach when you heard screaming. You and Hongjoong turned to look at the person, eyes widening in surprise and relief.

"Captain!"

"Captain Y/N!"

You and Hongjoong rushed towards your crews, Hongjoong getting engulfed by his men and you in yours. They all had big smiles on their faces.

"Captain Y/N!" One of your crewmembers exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. "I'm so happy you're still alive! We've been worried sick!"

"Are you guys alright?" You asked, gently patting one of your men on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we're fine. Got some nasty cuts and bruises though." A man replied.

"But..."

"But?" You looked at them.

"The ship...she's wrecked." Another crewmember spoke up. "Everything's gone."

You opened your mouth to speak, but found that no words would come out. Hongjoong placed a gentle hand on your arm, squeezing it reassuringly.

"You and your crew always have a place with us. You're family now." He smiled. "We can find you a new ship to sail on, if you'd like."

"What if I wanted to stay with you forever?" You asked, unable to contain your grin. "Be your co-captain?"

"Of course, Y/N." He grinned back, turning to look at your crew. "You all are welcome to join my crew or leave. You won't be punished either way."

"We'll go wherever our captain goes!" The crew member who had spoken first declared proudly.

"Great." Hongjoong said happily as he pulled you close to him. He kissed your forehead. "Then let's set sail for a new adventure together."

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