#And obviously he was going to live RIGHT next to her and this would be the first of MANY awkward encounters

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Book 2- Chapter 2

Warnings- swearing, mentions of death, puke, violence, angst

Word Count- 6.8k

“Alright, so Theo’s bunking with Jeremy, obviously,” Jenna shakes her head then laughs, “And because Elena’s…well,” She pauses and a look of pain washes over her soft features, “Well y’know, I thought it might not be best to give her her own space right now sooooo,” She pauses at the white door she’s led me to in the upstairs portion of the Gilbert house, “I thought you could stay here.”

She turns the handle of the door and pushes it open. She turns around to smile at me like she’s showing me some huge surprise.

Once the door is open, I’m able to get a glance at the room over Jenna’s shoulder.

“This used to be Grayson’s office, but we haven’t used it in months,” She walks into the room, and I stand in the doorway, horribly uncomfortable. 

“Jenna, I can’t,” I pause and gesture to the room, “I can’t take Elena and Jeremy’s father’s room. I shouldn’t even be staying here. All I’m going to be is a burden and an extra mouth for you guys to feed.”

Jenna tilts her head and then shakes it, “Sweetheart, you are not a burden. You have never been, especially to me or this family. I love you and Theo like my own blood, so taking you two in was not even a hard choice. And I already heard Jeremy crack a joke to Theo that he was going to get rid of his bed and get bunk beds for them, so you don’t have to worry about the kids.”

I pause, diverting my eyes from hers and using the opportunity to glance around the room. It’s simple, bland. Definitely something a doctor would use. The walls are painted a bright white, bookshelves line the back wall, filled with what appears to be medical books, a dark mahogany desk sits on one end, and on the other is a leather couch.

“What about Elena? I’m guessing my presence isn’t exactly making her transition easy. Supernatural enemies and such,” I bite out the last part, and Jenna takes a breath.

 “Elena loves you and I already talked to her this morning while you were sleeping in the living room, she wants you to be here. She knows what you’re going through-”

“Elena didn’t bash her father’s head in, or let her mother bleed out in front of her.”

“Sweetheart…”

The smell of metal fills my nose, and I look down at my palm to see deep nail gashes in the middle of it, dripping with blood. I watch silently as my flesh mends itself and my palm is healed. 

Jenna reaches out and grabs my hand in hers quickly, “Hey, look at me.”

I reluctantly meet her determined gaze.

“I want you here. You. Are. Not. A. Burden. You never have been. So you’re going to stay here from now on, and you’re going to let me be the adult, alright? You just worry about getting better.”

I don’t say anything. But that seems to be alright with Jenna, who cups my cheek slightly and then smiles.

“We’ll all get through this…together.”

She then takes a step back, and a defeated look comes across her face as she looks around the room, “I am now realizing there’s no bed. Shit.”

And for the first time in 48 hours, my upper lip twitches. 

—

Casket or Urn? 

How the hell do you decide if you want to let your mother rot in the ground or let her body go up into flames?

“I spoke with the funeral home, and I’ve handled everything else, but I thought you might want to make this decision yourself, you and Theodore. I also spoke with the sheriff, who also decided it was best not to open a case about what happened. I’m sure someone will be contacting you soon about your parents' affairs, but if you want, I will handle that as well. I just want you to use this time to mourn, Elskan.” 

“Do whatever, I don’t care.”

Elijah, who is sitting on the armchair next to the couch I’m sitting on, sighs. 

“Y/n, I know this is hard, but-”

“Where is he?”

My question and tone make him pause, and a look of anger flashes over his once pity-filled face.

“Niklaus, last time I checked, was at home. Rebekah and he got into an argument last night, resulting in her leaving.”

“Does he know,” I ask the question even though I have a feeling I already know the answer.

Elijah is silent.

Right. 

“I told him last night. He wanted to come see you after I left here yesterday when I dropped some of your clothes off, but I told him it would be for the best if we let you rest.”

I turn away from him and focus on my finger that is currently tapping the edge of the couch, “And today? Where is he? Off faking his death again, I presume.”

“My whole life, I have made excuses for my brother… but not today. He should be here. And I’m sorry he’s not,” Elijah says, and I can see him inch closer to me in my peripheral. 

“I don’t want you to apologize for him, he’s a grown man,” I bite.

Unlike everyone else that I’ve snarled at these past 2 days, Elijah doesn’t flinch. In fact, he moves closer, reaching for my hand.

Before he can reach it, though, I pull it back. The small look of hurt that flashes onto his face makes something in my chest ache, but I can’t touch him right now. If I let him comfort me, if I let him in…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from breaking in front of him.

“I’m not apologizing for him, My Love. I apologize because I know his absence is causing you pain. Pain that you should never have to deal with… especially not right now. My brother may not be here, but I am. And whatever you need from me, I’ll do. You just tell me what it is.”

“I don’t want a funeral. I can’t…I can’t be around people telling me how much she meant to them, and all those pitiful fucking looks I’ve been given. And I don’t want her in the ground, okay? She hated worms. I don’t,” The sight of my finger is now blurry as tears fill my eyes, “I feel like I’m already about to explode, I, I-I-I just… I-”

“No funeral,” Elijah nods with no disagreement in his voice, “I’ll tell the funeral home we decided on cremation.”

Elijah reaches for his fancy napkin in his suit jacket, and I take it from him as I nod, “What if Theo wants a funeral. It’s not fair that I’m choosing this; she was his mother, too.”

“Theodore trusts you. Whatever decision you think is right, I am positive he will think so too.”

“I don’t know how to comfort him,” I say barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t laugh anymore. I hate it. I killed his parents. How am I supposed to bring him comfort when I’m the one who brought upon his pain? Whenever I look at him, all I see is him lying there so…still. It was the most horrible sight I’d ever seen.”

“You didn’t kill them, Y/n.”

I throw my head into my hands and release a shaky breath as I hear the small voice of my little brother. 

“Theodore,” I hear Elijah stand and then feel his hand place itself against my back, “How are you doing?”

“I want to speak with my sister. Alone.”

I feel Elijah rub my back gently until his touch lessens, and I hear his footsteps leave the room. I don’t move my head from my hands, even when I sense Theo sitting in the chair Elijah once inhabited. 

“Look at me.”

His voice is small and torn, as if he’d been crying and hadn’t drunk any water in hours.

“Y/n, look. At. Me.”

I lift my head slowly and try to shake away the image that flashes in my head as I meet his eyes. 

Blood. His blood. His smile gone, his life…gone.

“Stop pitying yourself.”

Those three words make me feel like I’m going to throw up.

“What?”

“I said, stop pitying yourself. Taking all this pain and giving it to yourself, acting like you’re the one to blame for everything. Stop it. Just fucking stop.”

I shake my head, “Theo, you don’t understand-”

“I’m not a child, Y/n! I know what happened, Alastair already filled me in on everything. Yes, you killed Mark, but you did that to protect us. Mom-”

A whimper escapes him as he stops.

“She was not your fault, so stop saying that. It diminishes the fight she gave trying to protect us. She died because she wanted to protect us.”

I bite my lip so hard I think I draw blood, “I’m sorry.”

Theo runs a rough hand over his face, “And stop saying sorry! You have nothing to apologize for. You protected me. You did what you did to protect us. Never apologize for that.”

Theo lifts himself off the couch, and I move over slightly so he can sit next to me. 

We sit there in silence for what seems like forever. But honestly, time hasn’t been something that I’ve kept track of these past few days, so I only have a few minutes that could’ve passed.

“Do you want a funeral?”

Theo is still silent, but he shakes his head.

“Are you getting bunk beds with Jeremy?”

I ask the question to try to lighten the mood, but Theo sighs and shakes his head.

“Ya, I guess. Jeremy said he’s not sharing a bed with me anymore because I try to make him the little spoon.”

—

“It’s the life insurance people,” I mutter as I glance at the number flashing on my phone. 

Both Jenna and Elijah, who are in the kitchen with me, pause. 

“Do you want me to speak with them?”

I sigh and look at the phone, and then back up to Elijah, but before I can speak, Jenna chimes in.

“Let me,” She walks over from her position near the stove where she’s currently making Theo’s favorite dish, spaghetti tacos, “I had to deal with the same thing when my sister and her husband died so I quite well versed in how they work,” She presses the answer button then turns to Elijah, “Would you mind finishing up supper while I take this?”

Elijah gives her a nod and an appreciative smile. 

After Jenna exits the room, Elijah turns towards the stove with a look of disgust, “I personally wouldn’t call this... supper.”

“Ya, I wouldn’t either, but Theo likes it,” I say as I get out of my chair to get a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” Elijah turns to me with an ashamed look, “I guess I forgot you can do that now.”

I close the fridge and lean against it, bottle in hand, “I haven't forgotten it’s like I can hear everything. It’s so annoying and makes my head hurt.”

I lift the bottle of water to my lips, and Elijah watches, “You’ll learn in time how to not just live with it but to use it. I can help you if that’s what you’d like.”

I ponder for a moment before a nasty smell fills my nose, “I’d like for you not to burn Theo’s dinner. God, everything smells horrible now.”

Elijah huffs a laugh and then stirs the spaghetti, “You’re telling me this smelled good before you had heightened senses,” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I roll my eyes. 

“Obviously not, that has always smelled horrible. But now it’s like everything smells too much. And now I notice smells on people and things that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s confusing.”

I place the water on the counter behind me and release an annoyed sigh.

“What about me?’’

I eye Elijah as he closes the space between us.

“What do you notice about me?”

I inhale slightly and my upper lip twitches into a snarl, “You smell dead.”

Elijah smirks, “I am dead. Try again, but this time try to smell past the death part.”

“This is so weird.”

Elijah just gives me an expectant look, and I shake my head.

“Fine.”

I inhale and am still met with the death smell.

“Keep searching. Close your eyes.”

Too tired to argue, I do as he instructs. When I inhale again, I’m still met with the death smell, but this time it’s almost like there's something buried beneath it. 

“Pine.”

His voice is low, “What else?”

I pause and try to think, and then I inhale once more.

“Something dark, manly…almost like leather?’’

Elijah doesn’t say anything, so I open my eyes. Once I do, I’m met with Elija looking down at me with a small smile on his face.

“Good job, I knew you’d be a quick learner.”

Something in his tone sets a fire inside me, and I’m all of a sudden hyperaware of everything about him. 

His smell.

His voice.

Him. 

He seems to have noticed my awareness as well because his small smile turns into a smirk.

“You’re emotions will also be something we’ll have to learn how to help you control. I’m going to take a guess and say that might take a bit longer for you to get hold of.”

The fuck does he mean by that?!

“The fuck do you mean by that?!”

My outburst of anger seems to please him, and he raises his eyebrow at me.

Oh. 

Got it. 

“Everything is handled! They’ll be sending over documents for you to sign,” Jenna’s chirpy voice makes me dart away from Elijah’s proximity.

Jenna enters the room with a smile that only seems to deepen once she looks between Elijah and I.

“Everything ok in here?”

I nod. 

“I believe you’re…supper is done,” Elijah says, not hiding his distaste very well.

Jenna nods, “Great, I’ll call the others down.”

—

“So, do you need help ordering a bunkbed for you two?”

Jenna’s question has Theo rolling his eyes.

“Wait, you two are getting bunkbeds?”

Elena, who Stefan is currently sitting next to, asks, bewildered. “I tried letting him sleep in my bed last night, and all he did was kick at me and bear hug me all night,” Jeremy says as he glares at Theo, who almost smiles at the dig. 

That’s something, I guess.

“I like to cuddle. Sue me.”

“Whatever, go back to eating your slop,” Jeremy points at Theo’s spaghetti taco in disgust, even though everyone at the table is eating one. 

Well, all have them on our plates, so. 

“That’s what I was doing anyway.”

I watch as Theo picks up the taco with his hand, and I have to fight back a sound of disgust as I watch spaghetti noodles and sauce drip out of the taco shell as he bites into it. 

“Splendid.”

Ya, I’m going to throw up.

I turn to see Elena watching Theo, and something dark builds in my chest as I pick up on the look of hunger in her eyes. 

I’m about to do something when I feel a large hand press itself down onto my thigh. I turn to my left and glare at Elijah, who is still conversing with Jenna about her studies. The thought crosses my mind that he’s just placed his hand there as a comfort, since he seems to be fully aware of everything Jenna is saying, but then his eyes meet mine for only a split second, and I sigh.

Of course, he noticed I was about to jump over the table and attack the new vampire. What doesn’t that fucking suit and tie notice?

Stefan must notice Elena’s change as well because he wraps his arms around her and whispers to her that they should leave. 

Good. 

I release a breath. Chill the fuck out, Y/n. 

“Thank you for dinner, Jenna, but I should probably take Elena hunting before bed,” Stefan, ever the good-doer, stands up, and Elena follows with an upset look on her face. 

They all say their goodbyes, and I give Elena a small nod before they exit the dining room. 

“So we all clocked that it looked like she wanted to eat me right,” Theo mutters as he stuffs his face once more. 

The only response he gets is Jeremy dropping his head into his hands with a groan of annoyance. 

—

“Well, Jenna, this dinner has been-”

“Elijah, don’t even try lying to me,” Jenna cuts Elijah’s pleasantries off and laughs, “It was horrible and we all know that.”

“Not Theo,” I mutter, and Jenna laughs. 

“Well, I still appreciate you having me in your home and for everything you have done for my Y/n. If there is ever anything I can do to repay you, please feel free to let me know,” Elijah nods his head at her in thanks, but Jenna just rolls her eyes.

“I don’t need anything. This is my pleasure. I’m happy to have them here, even if it’s because of horrible circumstances.”

Jenna turns to me and smiles, “I’ll leave you alone to say your goodbyes.”

She begins to leave but pauses after a few feet.

“Oh, and one more thing you should know, Elijah, I have a very strict policy about no overnight boyfriend sleepovers and open doors when they’re over,” She does a “I’m watching you” hand gesture, and I’m regretting not letting myself die. 

Elijah smirks and nods his head, “I will make sure I follow the rules of your home, Miss. Sommers.”

Jenna leaves with a happy smile on her face, and I glare at her back as she leaves. 

“I should be leaving before I begin to break Jenna’s rules,” Elijah jokes, and I place my head in my hands.

“This is going to be so hard.”

Elijah sighs, and I feel him lightly touch my shoulders. I don’t even notice I’m leaning into his touch until I have my face plastered against his clothed chest. 

“We’ll get through this. You’ll get through this. I’ll make sure of it. You’re strong…if anyone in this world can, it’s you.”

I look up at Elijah to see him already staring down at me.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose. Twice.”

Elijah snorts, and my heart seems to beat a little faster at the sound.

“I healed. But I do think I’ll have to remember not to agitate you, you pack quite the punch.”

I smile at him, and his face falls in shock. I’m confused about the change of face until he speaks. 

“I missed that smile.”

—

Jenna found me an air mattress to sleep on tonight until tomorrow, when the mattress Elijah ordered for me will come. Jenna said she was going to pay for it, but Elijah, being Elijah, beat her to it. He also told us he added a few other things to the order that should be coming this next week. 

Not excited to see what he means by that. 

But for right now, I’m rolling around on this flimsy ass air mattress looking up at the white ceiling. I had tried to read some of Grayson’s books, but focusing on anything seems to be too much of a struggle right now for me. It also appears that sleep seems to be one of those struggles. 

Thankfully, there’s a knock on my door, and Jenna softly opens the door.

“There’s someone outside for you,” Her voice is timid, and from the look on her face, I already know who she’s talking about.

I stand up with a huff, and that anger that I had slightly pushed away comes rushing towards the surface.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Jenna’s motherly tone almost calms me. Almost. 

“I’ve got this. You can go to bed, Jenna, thank you.”

—

The door isn’t even fully open before I’m throwing my fist onto the side of Klaus’s face.

I don’t give him time to recover before I’m throwing another punch to his nose.

Not that I’ve seen it. But…

“I believe I deserved that.”

His voice fills my chest, and I feel as if my knees are going to buckle. 

No. Not right now. 

“You BELIEVE?!”

I got to swing another punch at him, but he quickly caught it.

“Princess, you may have gotten faster, but you’re still not as fast as me,” He smirks at me, and I give him a smile. 

Then I kick him in the dick. 

“Fuck you, Klaus. You fucking asshole.”

Klaus lets out a deep groan while clutching his groin, “Bleeding hell, Love. Don’t ruin my best attribute.”

“WHERE WERE YOU?!”

Klaus stands back up and goes to open his mouth, but I raise a finger to stop him.

“I’m not fucking finished! You left me! Because of you and your stupid goddamn actions, I went back to that house where he was! I brought my brother back to him! Theo almost died, Klaus! MY MOTHER DIED!”

I inhale sharply after I say those three words. 

She’s dead. 

My mother is dead.

Oh God. 

“She thought I hated her,” My anger is gone now, and my voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes, she made me mad but,” I try to cover my sobbing with my hand, but it barely conceals the anguish, “That’s what mothers do. They’re supposed to make you mad, and you’re supposed to tell them you hate them until 10 years down the road, where you both are supposed to laugh at how much you overreacted as a teenager. WE were supposed to have those years, Klaus,” I shake my head wildly and I can’t even seem to care about how insane and ugly I must look with the tears and snot running down my face, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s supposed to be here. Now we’ll never have anything again. No graduations, no birthdays together, no holidays. She’s just…She’s just gone. How the hell is someone here one second and then decades of life just gone like that,” I snap my fingers, and Klaus takes a step forward. 

I take a step back. 

“And then YOU out of everyone gets to come back to life?! And you make a fucking show out of it! Klaus Mikaelson prevails once again, ladies and gentlemen! No matter who he harms by doing it, because God forbid the great Klaus Mikaelson give a single thought about anyone other than himself!”

I harshly wipe the tears off my face, and I stalk a few steps closer to him so I’m glaring up at his face, “So I’ll ask you again. Where. The. Fuck. Were. YOU!”

From the look on his face, it seems clear he’s trying to work through a hundred different emotions right now.

“You know what? Just forget it,” I spat my words at him, “You weren’t there then, and I sure as hell don’t want you here now.”

I whip around and reach for the door handle.

“I didn’t know how to console you.”

His words are low and unsure, which only seems to make me angrier. 

“I never had a good relationship with my father, and so when I killed him, I threw a bleeding party, and when my mother died, I could only feel relief. For a thousand years, I’ve never had to process death. I was always the one who caused it. I caused pain. So when my brother told me what happened, I knew I couldn’t be the one to comfort you. Elijah, he… he’s the brother who knows how to deal with things like that. How to comfort people…how to comfort you. And I know I should’ve told you I had the Bennet witch perform that spell, but I…I don’t know,” He runs a hand over his face, “I guess I just haven't had to worry about someone else's feelings in so long, I forgot how to do it. But I’m here now. If there’s anyone who knows how to control their wolf side, it’s me,” He tries to joke, but he sure as hell doesn’t get a reaction out of me, “Just let me help you, Astin Min, please?”

“You’re over a thousand years old, Klaus. You’ve had a thousand years to control your emotions. To understand that causing others’ pain is not right. So don’t for a second think your apology means shit to me-”

“Y/n I-”

“No! I needed you, Klaus! NEEDED you! And you weren’t there! And you come here just making excuses for yourself instead of owning up to the fact that you were just too scared to own the fact that you’re not a good person! You’re not! I kept taking my anger out on your brother, but do you know what? HE WAS HERE! You weren’t!”

Klaus, for the first time in his entire millenia, doesn’t speak. 

“Just get off my porch.”

I turn back around and open the door.

“Will you ever forgive me?”

I don’t turn around as I give him his answer.

“Will you ever change?”

—

“Does this dress look okay?”

I’m currently sitting on Elena’s bed watching her as she goes through all the clothes in her closet, trying to pick out a dress for the funeral of the pastor who killed a bunch of church people in a fire. 

I hate this fucking town. 

“I don’t even understand why you’re going. He tried to kill you and Stefan.”

Elena sighs and puts down the blue dress she’s holding, “I used to babysit his daughter. And I just…need to get out. Be a part of humanity,” She pulls a light pink dress out of her closet and tugs it off its hanger, “And if that means going to a funeral, then so be it.”

I nod and pick up one of her pillows and tug it to my chest.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? Just to get out, get some fresh air?”

Elena sits down in front of me and places her hand on my knee.

I think about her question for a moment before shaking my head, “I can’t. I can’t be around all those weeping people crying over a man who caused his own death.”

Elena nods with a sad smile. 

“I can stay here with you, if that’s what you want? We can sit and watch movies…or just sit here. We don’t even have to talk.”

I give her a small smile and shake my head, “I’ll be fine here. Besides, my mattress is coming today. Yay…”

Elena laughs at my sarcastic tone and then gives me a look, “Can I hug you?”

I raised a confused brow at her question, “When have you ever asked to hug me before?”

Elena wrings her hands almost nervously, “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable…me being a vampire now and all.”

I roll my eyes as I pull her into a hug. 

“I trust you.”

—

“Yes, Elijah, I’m fine, and no,o you’re packages have not arrived yet,” I almost growl through the phone as Elijah asks me for the one thousandth time if I got his stuff. 

“I’ll let you know-”

RING RING

“Oh shit, that must be it. I’ll call you later.”

I don’t give him the chance to respond since I know he would’ve just told me to keep him on the line to continue talking to him. 

Not in the mood.

I get up from the couch and swing open the front door.

“You are not my mattress.”

I groan in annoyance at the image of Kol Mikaelson standing on the porch in front of me. 

He smirks, “Oh, darling, you could lie on me anytime.”

“Ew… no thanks. What the hell are you doing here, Ankle biter?”

I give him an annoyed look, to which he just smirks.

“I got a call from Elijah that my bestie was an emotional mess, and I thought I could spare a few hours to come see her. Whose spirits wouldn’t be lifted by seeing this glorious face,” He gestures to her face, and I fight the urge not to hit it. 

“You came all the way from wherever the hell you are, just to see me?”

Kol nods, “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

Kol rolls his eyes, “Believe it or not, it’s the truth, but don’t be thinking I’m staying long. This small town smells of poverty, so I’ll be leaving as soon as I lift your spirits.”

I sigh, “And how in the hell do you expect to do that?”

He smirks. 

“I have a few ideas.”

—

“A fucking amusement park, Kol?!?”

Kol laughs as he opens my door for me, and I look around us at the huge amusement park he drove for over an hour to bring us to. 

“Humans are quite the little builders, aren’t they. I personally have never been to one of these things before, too busy being locked in a coffin for a hundred years,” He says, the last bite with a tinge of anger, “So I thought why the hell not?”

Kol leads us to the entrance of the park, and I frown as I notice something. Or the lack of something.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Kol smirks…again, “I’m not someone who waits in lines, Little Doll. Soooo, I compelled the park owner to shut it down to the public for the day. So I have free rein of everything.”

“You mean we? We have free rein,” My bewilderment is clear in my voice, and Kol nods quickly as he drags me past a teenage worker who wears a very confused look on her face.

“Did you compel the employees?”

“Nope, that would’ve taken too long. Just had their boss tell them to come in today to host a celebrity couple.”

“You’re serious?!”

Kol smiles, and for a moment, I don’t see a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but a nineteen-year-old boy filled with excitement. 

“We’re going on what I believe is called a rollercoaster first. Hear many great things about those death traps.”

Lord, save me now.

—

Kol threw up.

I laughed. 

Then he threw up again and then threatened me not to tell anyone. 

“That’s why you don’t eat two funnel cakes and a Slurpee before getting on the Tilt-A-Whirl,” I chastise as Kol and I walk side by side through the park. 

“Bloody Hell, woman! If I knew that before, I wouldn’t have done it!”

I snort out a laugh, and Kol shakes his head, but not before I notice the small smile on his face.

We walk in silence for a moment before he speaks, “How are you handling it all?”

“Well, you’re throw-up kind of ruined the mood, but we just have to push forward,” I say as I hold the stuffed bear Kol won (Compelled the worker for.) 

“You and I both know, Doll, that that is not what I meant,” He says, eyeing me, and I sigh.

“My parents are dead, and I’m now the guardian of a 16-year-old boy. Oh! And also, I’m now a werewolf! Ya, I’m doing great.”

Kol stops walking and grabs my shoulders, “Listen, I’m not going to hug you and tell you everything is going to be alright, because I have no fucking idea if it will be.”

I let out a sarcastic snort, “Damn, ok, thanks for the pep talk. Can we go now?”

Kol doesn’t move his hands, “What I will tell you is that coming from someone who has missed out on over half their life because other people took my choices away from me…just like someone did you… Keep fighting back. Don’t lose who you are just because others try to change you. All it will do is cause more pain for yourself. And if you’re already in hell,” He pauses and thinks for a moment, “Keep going.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Did you just quote Winston Churchill?”

Kol moves his hands and shakes his head, “Never heard of her.” 

He starts walking, and I follow until we pass the log flume ride, and I smirk, “One more before we leave?”

Kol pauses and debates, “Is this one of the ones that will make me puke again?”

I shrug, “Guess we’ll have to find out.”

—

Ya, he threw up. 

Which meant he practically stormed out of the park like a toddler, whilst I carried the bear from Earlair and the two huge stuffed animals he angrily grabbed on our way out. 

“Kol!”

“What!?”

Kol whips around as we reach his car, and I fight back a laugh.

“Thank you,” I watch as his shoulders loosen, “For today. Thanks.”

Kol pauses and then rolls his eyes over-dramatically, then walks over to me and throws his arm over my shoulder, “We’ve got a deal going, Little Doll. I don’t break them, so sucks for you, but you’re stuck with me.”

I gaze up at him for a moment, then smile to myself.

“I think I can live with that.”

—

I practically rip off my shoes before I even open the front door of the Gilbert’s house from the bleeding blisters on my feet. 

Kol made good on his word and left as soon as I got out of the car. Bidding me farewell, and a promise to contact me soon. 

I tiptoe through the entry as I notice a sleeping Jenna on the sofa. I walk over to her and place the throw blanket that’s hanging on the back of it, and gently place it on her.

“Night, Jen.”

I trudge up the stairs and don’t miss the complete silence that fills the upstairs hallway. I knew Jeremy and Theo were going with Elena, I just didn’t think funerals went on this long. As long as no one calls me and tells me anyone died, I won’t crash out. 

I go to reach for my door handle, but a scuffling sound coming from my room sends me on high alert. I try to use my hearing to sense if anyone is in there, but with the very little control I have over it, I hear nothing. 

That still doesn’t stop me from grabbing the vase that sits on the hallway shelf next to my head. 

I grip the handle and, with a deep inhale, I throw open the door and raise the vase up high, ready to hit whatever intruder decided today would be the best day to try me. 

“Oh, hi- FUCKIN HELL DROP IT!’’

Alastair stares at me wide-eyed as he raises his hands in front of his face.

“I’m too pretty.”

“You’ll heal, Cromwell.”

I whip my head to the corner of the room where Elijah sits on the floor, suit jacket off and his dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves as he…builds furniture?

“What the hell are you two doing in here?!” I look around the room, and my eyes widen at the drastic change from how it looked this morning. The room has been cleared of scholarly things such as the medical books, shelves, and the huge desk. Since replaced by an oak bedframe with an actual mattress in the center of the room, covered with a Y/F/C bed set and matching pillows, two dark brown side tables, matching area rugs, and a smaller, more student-friendly desk in the corner of the room. 

“We heard that the annoying Mikaelson took you away for the day so we thought it would be a good opportunity to surprise you with a finished room,” Alastair showcases the room with an arm stretched outright until he gets to where Elijah’s station is and the unfinished chair he’s working on, “Well, almost finished. Someone’s not very good with his hands.”

“On the contrary, I am quite good with my hands, but this,” He gestures to the chair that is still in dozens of pieces, “Is impossible.”

Alastair rolls his eyes at the older man before turning back towards me, “Do you like it?’

“Was Jenna alright with this? Where are all of Grayson’s things?”

“Jenna was actually supposed to be downstairs keeping watch for you so we could do a big surprise… but it appears I’m the only one here who knows how to actually do their job.”

I glance at Elijah, who finally stands, and I don’t miss the glare he sends Alastair’s way. 

“You guys did this for me? Why?”

Elijah drops the glare as he speaks to me, “Because it’s you.”

Alastair releases a groan, “Be sappy and all, but you’re not leaving until you finish that chair,” He points to the chair and then turns around towards the wall, “And I’m not leaving until I finish decorating. These walls are so white it makes me feel like I’m in a psych ward…again.”

My face scrunches, “Again?”

Alastair looks over his shoulder and smirks, “Story for another time.”

I just shake my head and then look at my new bed longingly, “So you guys aren’t getting out anytime soon?”

Alastair side-eyes Elijah’s “chair,” “Appears not.”

Elijah narrows his eyes at the younger vamp before walking over to me and taking the stuffed bear from my hands and placing it on my new bed, “If you want us to, we can come back tomorrow so you can rest.”

Alastair appears to loathe that idea.

“I’m in the zone. I’m inspired, and you want me to go?!”

“Actually,” A feminine voice says, and all three of us turn towards the door where we see Elena, Jeremy, and Theo all standing. 

“Why the hell did she get the nice room?”

Jeremy hits Theo for his comment. 

“We were hoping you would come with us, Y/n. We’ve got something we all need to do.”

I look a the three of them and then Theo, who nods with a light smile, one that warms my chest. I turn back towards Alastair and Elijah, the ladder smiles encouragingly at me whilst Alastair smirks and turns back towards the wall. 

“Go,” Elijah smiles, “We’ll be here,” He drops his smile as he eyes the chair with disgust, “Building.”

—-

“Stefan, what are we doing?”

Damon and Bonnie walk over to the picnic tables where the Scooby gang and Theo and I are currently sitting. 

“We’re finishing the memorial from earlier,” Stefan says as he hands out white lanterns to everyone, “We need to start healing Damon. We’ve all lost so much, especially recently. I think we’re numb.”

Ya, I wish I were numb to it. 

“We push it away, we make a joke out of it,” He continues, and I gaze over at my brother, whose eyes are his lantern with a torn look, “Ignore how we feel. Maybe just let ourselves grieve.”

 “So you’re lighting lanterns,” Damon’s sarcastic voice angers me.

“Ya, it’s what we need to do,” Stefan says as he grabs a lighter.

“No! What we need to do is find out more about this hunter and the deaths of the council,” Damon argues, and my brows furrow, and I look over to Elena, confused.

“Tell you later,” I hear her whisper under her breath.

“I’m taking us on a vacation,” I mutter to Theo, who picks his head up.

“Vegas?”

I give him a small smile, “Why the hell not?” 

Theo finally smiles after three days. It’s nothing big or bright like his usual smile, but it’s still perfect to me. 

“This is for my uncle Zac,” Stefan’s voice turns our attention, and we watch as he lights his lantern, “And my friend Lexi. And for Alaric.”

After Stefan goes, everyone takes their turns until Jeremy tries passing the lighter to Damon, who scoffs.

“Ya, I’m not doing that.”

“Then leave.”

My voice startles him, and I glare at him. 

“For once in your life, Damon, can you just shut the fuck up and not make everything about you?”

Damon doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t leave. 

Jeremy passes the lighter to Theo, who clears his throat before standing up and taking it, “Um, this is for my mom. I never got to say goodbye, but…I hope she’s found someplace warm and bright.”

I watch with teary eyes as Theo lights his lantern and then passes me the lighter. 

I stare at the lighter for a moment before I feel Theo’s warm hand on my shoulder.

“This is for my mom. And…for me. Or the girl I used to be. I hope she finds peace.”

And with that, the light burns brighter as it shines within the lantern. 

Then I lift, I let it go. 

And it flies away. And a part of me goes with it. 

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Hi, here's a prompt: the first time Aaron meets Seb again (your choice whether robron are back together at that point)

He and John are in the shop when he sees him. His husband is deliberating over what kind of toothpaste to buy, as if they didn't all do the same job.

"Right, you can pick one bag of sweets, ok?" He hears Robert say and he presumes he's with Harry and he turns back to John to see if he's made any kind of decision. He loves the man but no one should spend this much time on toothpaste.

"Can we go to the swings Daddy? Harry told me the slide is awesome." He's sure his heart skips more than one beat at the high pitched voice.

Daddy.

Seb.

He turns round so fast he knocks the basket out of John's hand and he hurriedly starts picking up what's fallen out, eyes not moving from the little boy. Now he's looking he can see he's taller than Harry, the once reddish tinged hair now all blonde. He looks just like Robert in the photos that cover Vic's walls.

"Once you've picked your sweets yes. Just for a bit. Auntie Vic is cooking and your old Dad's not brave enough to be late for that."

He needs to get out of here. It's not as if he's not wondered if Seb would come back to the village, but it's been months so he'd assumed Robert hadn't wanted to uproot him after everything he'd been through.

"Aaron? Are you listening to me? I said are you ready?"

"Yeah." He drags his eyes away from the pair of them, both concentrating on the selection of sweets on the other side of the shop.

He tells John he's going for a pint, knows he won't join him, one of his medical things is on telly and Aaron can't stand them so he waves him off with a kiss. He's almost halfway up the hill when he hears the shout and he turns to see Seb hurtling up the road completely ignoring the car that's heading towards him.

He doesn't think, just runs and grabs him, pulling him towards the safety of Nicola and Jimmy's garden, heart beating out of his chest, and the next thing he hears is running footsteps.

"Seb!"

"He's fine." He puts the little boy down, watches as he runs to Robert and hugs him, obviously scared. Whether that's from the car or the strange person grabbing him he's not sure. "Robert, he's fine."

"You can't do that mate. You have to watch for cars, ok? Your Dad's too young for a heart attack yeah?" Robert just keeps holding him close, and Aaron should go, he knows he should, but he can't move.

"Sorry Daddy."

"Aaron...thank you." Robert sounds shaken and he's as white as a sheet when he lets himself look up. Seb's still clinging to him. "Hey mate, you go to aunty Vic's ok? We'll go to the playground tomorrow instead ok?" Seb nods and wanders up the road, the pair of them not taking their eyes off him until he's safely in her front door.

"I, er, I didn't know he was with you."

"I wasn't sure, thought he'd been through enough upheaval, but Vic kept on at me to visit. As soon as I saw him...he just ran to me Aaron. I thought he'd forget."

"Don't be daft. You're his Dad."

"Even so...what have I got to offer him? I live with my sister, barely got a job and just out of prison."

"You love him Robert. That's all he needs. You and I both know that's the most important thing. The rest can be sorted out." He looks over at the pub. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, he just scared me." He hesitates, looking past him for a second. "You know, he still remembers you. I mean I don't think he recognises you but he still remembers Aaron who used to read him stories."

"I..." He doesn't know what to say, because he was never anything proper to Seb, not really, however much Robert tried,, he'd had no hold over him and he'd been ripped away just like everything else. He'd had to bury it, the love he'd had for the cheeky little boy. "I should go."

"Aaron...if you want to see him...I know John probably won't like it, but if you do, then all you have to do is say so."

"I don't know Robert. I mean it's Seb and he's no doubt brilliant, but it hurt, and we've all moved on now. Maybe it's best to not confuse him."

"Well, the offers there..."

"Yeah. I'll see you then." He goes before he gives in and all but runs into Vic's.

He doesn't know what's stopping him though. Robert's right, John wouldn't like it, but then he doesn't seem to like much at all lately. It's not like he hasn't thought about it, going back to Robert, some days it's all he thinks about. The thing is he's scared. Scared that it'll alll disappear again and he knows he won't survive it a second time. A part of him has been waiting for Robert to leave. But now, Seb is here and Robert obviously wants to get settled back into the village

So the question is, what's stopping him from ending things with John. Now Robert's back he sees just how much he's settling with him. He hadn't seen it before, had been happy to be settled and normal for a change, but lately it's been like there's something missing.

He needs a drink, and then he needs to talk to his husband.

[cvldbones]

Do you have any thoughts/ideas for kingdon au meet cutes?

oh yes, we're now at the stage of fandom where AUs can really thrive

pet store AU: freshly-divorced frank decides he is going to adopt a dog, actually, because abby fucking hated them and now he's on his own so why not? and he goes to the local pet store and there is one melissa king who has A Lot of opinions on the type of dog he should get and on proper dog care/etc. and they become friends in this weird sort of way where he's always bringing the dog by to get her advice and he's terrified to leave the dog alone for a weekend so she pet-sits and they, naturally, Fall In Love.

college AU: frank is already in his peak "performing masculinity" stage (joining a fraternity, being obnoxious and cocky in classes, etc.) and maybe he gets partnered with mel in chemistry lab and she clocks him immediately. can see that he's putting on a big ol show for everyone but, for some reason, doesn't do it with her. they have late night study sessions and he brings her to frat parties but spends the entire night glued to her side and they fuck in one of the library study rooms when things finally burst.

set it up AU: sent this one to some people awhile back but this is my favorite romcom of the 21st century and it deserves its fucking flowers! mel works for jack abbot and frank works for michael robinavitch and idc what the rabbot jobs are but the important thing is melfrank conspire to get them together so they can have some free time (and, obviously, fall in love themselves). abby is the annoying supermodel frank is dating. dealer's choice whether you want it to end like the movie (if so, this could be a prime opening for the reveal that jack x samira and robby x collins is already happening, but rabbot went along with the charade because they were secretly also trying to get melfrank together).

some kind of blind date AU: this could go either way, like melfrank are set up on a blind date by their friends and they've been putting it off forever because neither of them is "ready to date" right now, but then they meet by total accident at a bar or something and, surprise surprise! they're obsessed with each other. version 2 could be they're both meeting other dates at the bar with the same/similar names or whatever and they get to talking and wind up standing up their actual dates to hang with each other. (i think something like this happened with meredith on grey's anatomy? i stopped watching that though lmao)

okay and my personal favorite one that i really thought i was gonna write but now don't know if i'll get to is a new girl AU: frank and abby break up and he needs a place to live. garcia finds this super perfunctory listing in the classifieds (it is more detailed than most job descriptions frank has read, seriously). he winds up becoming the fifth roommate with mel, santos, whitaker, and samira. javadi can be there too if you want idgaf. santos x garcia subplots, obviously. tomfoolery ensues. (i would give my first born to whoever wrote this seriously this was gonna be my next fic and then my appalachian melfrank became my entire life)

[gimmethatagustd]

the love witch | kth + myg

Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

Pairing: Incubus Taehyung x Witch/Blogger Yoongi

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Modern Magic, Strangers to Lovers, Mild Blood, Demon Summoning, First Kiss, First Love, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst (It's Barely There TBH), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Aftercare, getting high from sex

Word Count: 12,734

A/N: It's hinted at that Taehyung must perform sexual acts against his will when he's summoned for sex magic (doesn't happen in the story, just in the past, and doesn't go into detail)

A/N 2: I wrote this fic for @theharrowing for Halloween in 2023 (fuck that feels forever ago). Shout out to @sailorsoons for the banner. My fave part of writing this fic was coming up with the chapter titles I'm ngl

🔮 The Love Witch

Dear Love Witch, 

My best friend is getting married next month. I feel really insecure about attending her wedding without a plus-one. I broke up with my boyfriend recently, and it seems like everyone is in a relationship except for me. I’m a bit shy, so it’s hard for me to meet new people. How can I find someone in time for her wedding? What should I do? 

Thanks for the help, 

Table For One

⛥

Table For One, 

First, let me be clear that there is absolutely NO shame in attending a friend’s wedding – or any event for that matter – without a partner. While companionship is beautiful to share with another, be it through a spouse, covenmate, familiar, or the like, our society places too strong of an emphasis on finding companionship. Remember that you are whole all on your own. 

That said, it’s frustrating to constantly dodge questions about your love life shot at you by well-meaning friends and family. Lest we resort to hexing our too-persistent friends, I have a relatively hassle-free solution to your problem: demon evocation. 

With the correct ingredients, spell pronunciation, and conviction, even the least magically-inclined mortals can conjure the confidence to summon their own demon companion – for a price. 

Merry Part, 

The Love Witch

Continue reading for a complete list of ingredients and a step-by-step tutorial on evocation. Interested in learning more? Follow my blog for updates.

🪄 How To Summon A Demon Boyfriend

In the middle of Yoongi’s living room is a large, inverted pentagram drawn in white chalk against the dark hardwood floor. Each of the pentagram’s points holds a lit candle. Most of them are, regrettably, Yankee Candles. The other half are handmade, the products of one of Yoongi and Jimin’s impromptu (non-witch)craft nights. They make Yoongi’s apartment reek of sandalwood, Christmas sugar cookies, and lavender—the conflicting scents cause his head to spin. 

The candle in the middle is Yoongi’s favorite: light pink with a dusting of orange; the fruity, citrus scent is good for a cozy night with a book during a thunderstorm. He doesn't have time to read these days, but he wishes to. 

Surprisingly, Yoongi has never summoned a demon before. It certainly isn’t due to a lack of ability; to say Yoongi is an excellent witch is a humble understatement. Despite being a young witch – just shy of his two-hundredth birthday – there is no doubt that Yoongi can master any magical feat he sets his cunning little mind to. 

Thus, it all comes down to a straightforward explanation. What would Yoongi even need a demon for?

Unlike Table For One, Yoongi feels no shame in being alone. He quite enjoys his solitude. If he had a partner breathing down his neck all the time, he wouldn’t be able to summon a demon for his job, now would he? 

It’s bad enough to have Jimin prowling around every corner like he owns the place. Typical feline behavior, though the familiar has been milking it more than usual these days, in Yoongi’s opinion. Just the other day, the annoying little thing knocked Yoongi’s favorite mug off the kitchen counter. The fact that Yoongi can easily conjure a spell to fix the broken ceramic doesn’t make it any less frustrating to have it broken! 

As for making deals and asking favors, Yoongi is far too dignified and self-sufficient for such an arrangement with a demon. Still, this will be great content for his blog, and he hasn’t gotten such an interesting request for his advice column in a long time. 

Now, all he has to do is put his great mind to work and document the process for his followers and sweet Table For One. 

Salt is next—a ring of it, circling the pentagram. 

Yoongi is careful not to break the salt trail as he kneels on the floor with the rest of his supplies: a small kitchen knife, a Ziploc bag of rose petals, and an old tin box of Spongebob Squarepants Band-Aids he’d found shoved into the corner in the cabinet beneath his bathroom sink. 

The supplies are a bit unconventional, but so is Yoongi, and that’s why his followers adore him—that and the fact that he gives excellent advice. 

Meticulous notes and photos documenting the evocation ritual fill the storage on Yoongi’s cellphone. He’ll edit it all in the morning once he’s gotten everything he needs from the demon. 

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi holds the kitchen knife in his right hand and presses the tip against his left palm, only hard enough to leave a slight indentation but not break the skin. He isn’t queasy, per se, but his heart thuds loudly in his ears as he counts, five… four… three… two…

“Oh, fuck me!” The knife clatters to the floor, spraying salt everywhere when it lands. Yoongi falls back onto his butt, lungs spasming, as he stares at the lithe figure lurking in the doorway to the living room. 

“Don’t mind me,” Jimin purrs with a lick of his lips. “I was just about to leave.”  

Jimin’s bright eyes glow in the room’s dim lighting. The flick of his long black tail gliding like a phantom behind him suggests his curiosity as he takes in Yoongi’s glare. 

Yoongi hadn’t realized Jimin was still home and especially hadn’t expected to see him in his human form. Well, human, if one could ignore the cat ears and tail. 

With a scowl, Yoongi gets on his hands and knees to start brushing the stray grains of salt back into position. “Why do you always do that to me?” 

“Do what?” Jimin’s baby fangs poke his plush bottom lip. 

“Scare the shit outta me.” 

“Hmm,” Jimin doesn’t complete his thought until he’s halfway to the front door, “I’m a black cat; it’s in my nature. But anyway, have fun, hyung! Don’t let your new boyfriend scare you too badly!”

Yoongi scoffs at the sound of the front door clicking shut. Him? Scared? Of a lower-level demon? Jimin is ridiculous. 

Returning to fixing the salt ring, Yoongi brushes aside Jimin’s teasing remarks. He knows they’re part of a mask. Inside, Jimin feels terrible for leaving Yoongi to do the summoning alone. It isn’t Jimin’s fault, though. Thousands of years speak to the uneasy relationship between cats and demons. Until the demon business is taken care of, it’s better if Jimin stays with Namjoon. 

With a long sigh, Yoongi quits fussing over the salt. The circle is good enough; he isn’t concerned. The ritual he has chosen will only summon a lower-level demon, one a witch like Yoongi can easily defend himself against long enough to banish it back to Hell. Yoongi is confident enough that he doesn’t even bother to wear his iron cross. It’ll be fine. 

The kitchen knife’s blade doesn’t hurt when Yoongi presses it into the meaty part of his palm. It slides past his skin easily, sharp enough to slice through the muscle for a good inch or two and then lift up in one clean swoop. Blood immediately trickles from the thin cut. 

Before blood can get all over the floor, Yoongi shoves his hand into the Ziploc bag. He mixes up the rose petals to smear his blood on them. This part hurts; squeezing the petals in his injured hand takes a few slow breaths. 

When the petals are sufficiently bloodied, Yoongi stands over the inverted pentagram and sprinkles the petals evenly within the circle. He’s careful not to drop any into the candles. If he burns down his apartment, that’ll be an entirely different blog article. 

Setting the bloody knife and empty Ziploc bag onto the coffee table, Yoongi fumbles with his phone, pulling up his digital notebook application where he keeps all of his spells. Spellbooks are so twentieth-century, tough to lug around with frail spines and dogeared corners threatening to rip. Phones are much easier. 

“Ah, here we go,” Yoongi mutters to himself when he finds the evocation’s incantations. 

Clearing his throat, he focuses on getting his pronunciation correct. After nearly two hundred years, the roll of his tongue over the ancient language is no longer clumsy. 

Not having Jimin by his side weighs more heavily on Yoongi than anticipated, having grown accustomed to the comforting sensation of their magic merging when he performs high-intensity magic. 

By now, the sun has fallen into the horizon, allowing the night to paint the city black. Yoongi’s living room lights are dimmed, and he considers pausing the evocation to quickly turn them on fully. 

Before he has a chance to, the lights begin to flicker. Yoongi’s voice wavers as he finishes speaking the spell, becoming nearly a whisper by the time he reaches the final word. 

A gust of hot air smacks Yoongi in the face, sending his blonde hair flying like a mane around his head. The middle candle erupts into flames, shooting out deep orange sparks like a fireworks show in the middle of Yoongi’s apartment. It hurts to breathe as thick smoke fills his lungs. Tears stream down his flushed cheeks, but Yoongi keeps his eyes on the fire that doesn’t burn anything it touches. 

From the flames grows a man with beautiful ebony wings, a dark phoenix rising from ember and ash, dressed in tight leather pants and a black tunic. The v-cut of his shirt exposes a warm, toned chest that glows in the firelight. When the flames die down, translucent grey eyes peer at Yoongi through shaggy black bangs.

The demon appraises Yoongi with a lazy stare. His head tilts to the side, and his messy bangs fall like waves in his eyes. Licking his lips, the most sinfully beautiful voice Yoongi has ever heard flows from the creature’s sharp mouth. 

“Why, hello, little witch.” 

Yoongi is of average height for a male witch, actually. Not that it matters. 

At least the evocation ritual worked. 

Yoongi clears his throat, nerves suddenly spiking despite knowing he is more than capable of handling himself right now. 

“My name is Yoongi of the Bang coven,” he offers his name and affiliation with a small bow as what he hopes is a sign of goodwill. Giving away a name establishes trust, though Yoongi has no reason to trust a demon. Perhaps his confidence is evolving into cockiness. 

“Yoongi,” the demon tests out his name in a warm and seductive voice, low enough to vibrate the air around them with a powerful energy Yoongi can feel deep in his bone marrow. The corner of the demon’s mouth twitches while the rest of him is so still that it’s unnerving. 

“While I appreciate the pleasantries, there is a reason why I am here, in this circle, and you there.” 

Long fingers flick an elegant gesture toward where Yoongi stands beside his coffee table. The movement reminds Yoongi that his hand is still bleeding. 

“Ah, yes, well,” Yoongi mumbles as he opens the Band-Aids tin with trembling fingers. Suddenly, the entire situation feels silly, even a bit embarrassing. “You never told me your name.”

The demon grins so widely that he shows all his teeth. They aren’t pointy or disgusting, as the common myths regarding demons claim. Instead, they’re bright white and perfectly aligned, which somehow makes his grin even more uncanny. 

Yoongi doesn’t understand the misconception that demons are ugly. They are fallen angels and the spawn of Satan, the most beautiful angel of them all. Why wouldn’t they be breathtaking, even if it’s unnatural? 

“What will you do for me if I tell you?” 

Ah, and the bargaining begins. 

Yoongi wiggles his toes in his socks and barely thinks before he blurts, “I’ll let you out of the circle.”

The demon’s eyebrows raise until they disappear beneath his shaggy bangs, and Yoongi’s stomach drops. What was it about confidence evolving into cockiness? 

“It’s a deal, Yoongi,” the demon speaks his name like a dirty secret, whispered, and laced with troubling amusement. 

This is for science, Yoongi thinks as he inches his foot out toward the edge of the salt circle. If he’s supposed to show his followers that they can summon a partner to attend events with them, he has to prove that a lower-level demon can survive outside the circle – and that a lower-level demon is easily controlled in case anything goes wrong. 

Yeah, this is for science and not because Yoongi’s brain fills with static when the demon looks into his eyes. 

In hindsight, Yoongi should have made the demon hold up his end of the deal before swiping a break in the circle with his toe. He isn’t thinking clearly and wonders if the demon has done something to his brain when he blinks and reason still doesn’t return to him. 

“Wow,” the demon says with a deep, lethargic exhale. “That was much easier than anticipated. Thank you, Yoongi.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I simply mean that no witch has been so willing.”

The demon’s wings flutter slightly once he steps out of the circle. They’re too large to open fully without knocking furniture over. Yoongi gets the sudden urge to reach out and touch them, but he stamps it down. Nothing would be more inappropriate, he’s sure. 

Eying the demon warily, Yoongi stands his ground as the demon gives him a once-over, clearly sizing him up. Or checking him out; it’s hard to tell with a face like that. 

“Have I made a mistake?” Yoongi asks quietly, fingers still fumbling with the Spongebob Band-Aids but eyes locked on the demon. 

The demon’s silver eyes roam Yoongi’s living room, taking in the mismatched decor, old books, and odd paintings lining the walls. Yoongi’s interest in the gothic never quite meshed well with Jimin’s proclivity for modernization. It’s a disaster, but it’s their disaster. 

“That depends.” The demon smiles with all his teeth. “What is it you need me for, little witch?”

“Love.” Yoongi stares at the demon with widening eyes and throws his hands out in a panic as if to stop him, though the demon hasn’t moved. “I mean, I write about love! I’m the Love Witch! I’m writing a blog. It’s about love. Someone needed help with love.” 

Heat creeps up the back of Yoongi’s neck. The prickling sensation feels worse than the knife he’d used to slice into his palm. 

The demon’s eyebrows arch. “You need me to help you teach others how to make love?” 

“No!” Yoongi drops the Band-Aids tin with a rackety clatter on the floor. He can’t drag his eyes away from the demon long enough to see where the tin lands. 

“Ah, do not worry,” the demon reassures with a quirk to his lips that makes Yoongi’s stomach flip. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. You performed the carnal ritual, did you not? There is no point in lying to me, little Yoongi. I am a sex demon, after all. I believe you mortals use the term incubus, yes?” 

“You’re a, you’re a…” 

Yoongi babbles, but the demon has seemingly lost interest in his inability to speak. The demon wanders out of the living room with his wings tucked close to his body. He leaves light touches on every knickknack he comes across, fingers delicate but curious. At every door, the demon peeks inside the room until he finds the one he must be looking for. 

“Is this where you want me?” the demon asks with a sly grin. He plops onto the edge of Yoongi’s bed and sits back on his palms with his long legs spread. 

With more room to spread out, the demon’s wings flutter slightly and stretch out a bit more. They look soft and inviting, though it could be the steady inviting energy that rolls off the creature. So overwhelmed by the demon’s presence, Yoongi hadn’t noticed the aura until now. 

“How?” Yoongi looks back and forth between his digital spellbook and the literal demon lounging in the most intimate spot in his apartment. “I followed all the instructions and specifically summoned a demon fit for love.” 

The demon fluffs up a pillow to lean back on. “Love, sex, is it not all the same?” 

Yoongi knows it isn’t, even if he has never been in love. 

Sighing, Yoongi resists the urge to call Namjoon for help and pockets his phone. He can handle this on his own; there is no need to bring his covenmate into this, regardless of how knowledgeable he is. Besides, Jimin would worry. 

“You still have yet to tell me your name,” Yoongi says with another deep sigh. This is more complicated than he anticipated. 

“Keeping track of our arrangements? Many forget,” the demon muses. “I am Taehyung.” 

Prosperity– fitting for a demon whose existence is to fulfill the wishes of those who are lacking, Yoongi thinks. For some reason, the name makes his chest tighten. 

“I will not be having sex with you, Taehyung.” Yoongi wishes he didn’t sound so petulant as he makes his intentions clear, as though he’s throwing a fit to hide the truth of his desires – desires he doesn’t have, of course, because he is not interested in the carnal wishes an incubus can grant. 

“No?” Taehyung looks smug and unconvinced. 

“I am merely doing research to see how you behave in the mortal world. You have never visited Earth outside the circle, correct?” 

Taehyung nods as he picks up one of Yoongi’s plushies. It’s his favorite, a tiny Bulbasaur. 

“Most witches summon me for sex magic,” Taehyung explains further. “There is no point in leaving the circle. The power radiates from the pentagram.” 

Yoongi knows nothing about sex magic. It’s dark magic, sinister and difficult to wield. He can only imagine what type of witches have summoned Taehyung in the past and what they’ve made him do. 

And what Taehyung has asked of them in return. 

With a shiver, Yoongi pushes the thought away. He needs to stay focused on the task at hand and figure out what to do with the sex demon in his bed. 

“Alright, well, I have a few deals to make.” Yoongi waits for Taehyung’s attention before continuing. “For the time being, I’m going to place a grounding spell on you so you can’t leave my apartment.” Taehyung scowls at this, but Yoongi ignores him. “Ethically, I can’t have a demon roaming the streets of Seoul unsupervised.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Fair enough.” 

“I’ll figure out what we need to do in the morning. I’m too tired right now.” 

Demons don’t need to sleep, but Yoongi gives Taehyung a pillow and blanket for the couch anyway. It feels strange to tuck a demon in for bed. It’s a fucked up sleepover that makes Yoongi realize he may not have thought this plan through. He was so focused on if he could summon a demon that he didn’t stop to consider if he truly should. 

“Please don’t try to kill me,” Yoongi asks of the beautiful man curled on the couch. Although he’s confident that he can defend himself against Taehyung, sleeping across the hall from a demon feels dangerous. 

“I am bound to you until you banish me. I cannot kill you,” Taehyung says offhandedly, distracted by one of Yoongi’s battered books in his hands.  His wings wrap around his shoulders like a blanket. 

“Right.” 

Taehyung’s answer is only somewhat reassuring. 

🚫 What Not To Do When Taking Your Demon Boyfriend Out To Brunch

Yoongi wakes up alive, so the day's first battle is won. Logic tells him that if Taehyung wanted to hurt him, he would have already done so. Experience makes Yoongi wary of strangers regardless. 

Pulling a thick sweater over his t-shirt and pajama shorts, Yoongi peeks around the corner from his bedroom. Aside from the sound of early morning traffic from outside, the apartment is silent. It’s mornings like this that make Yoongi thankful he can work remotely. He can’t imagine what he would do if he had to go into the office with a demon alone at his apartment. Or worse, bringing the demon with him to work. 

That would be a funny article, Yoongi thinks as he tiptoes down the hallway. “Bring Your Demon Boyfriend To Work Day” – he can see it now. It won’t be an article he’ll write; no, thank you. Table For One can write it after they summon their own demon boyfriend. 

Hell, Yoongi doesn’t even have a demon boyfriend. He has a demon. 

No, no, Taehyung isn’t even his demon. Yoongi’s mind is getting away from him. 

In the living room, Taehyung is curled up in the same position he was when Yoongi went to bed the night before. The only evidence that the demon had moved at all during the night are the small piles of books stacked around him. There’s a stack on the couch cushion beside him, a few on the floor, and more on the coffee table. Some books are ones Yoongi has flipped through the pages thousands of times; others are ones he bought and added to the shelf without a second glance. He means to read them eventually. Like his mind, time seems to get away from him easily. 

“Good morning, Yoongi,” Taehyung greets with quirked lips but doesn’t look up from the book cradled in his large hands. 

It’s a romance novel, one of the raunchier ones Yoongi owns, with a human man embracing his werewolf lover on the front. Gifted to him by Jimin as a joke, Yoongi wonders why he still has it tucked away with the other more scholarly books. Of course, Taehyung would manage to find it. He can likely sniff out smut like a hound in search of fallen game. 

“Is my form too human for you, Yoongi?” 

Yoongi is in the middle of muttering a spell to clean up the dozens of books Taehyung has disturbed. 

“What does that mean?” he asks absentmindedly, focusing on watching the books float into place. 

“This novel, is it an indication that you prefer wolf boys, Yoongi?” Taehyung’s grin is boxy and wide. He tilts his head slightly to the side in a way that would seem innocent if it weren’t for the glint of his teeth and the intensity of his eyes. “Would you wish to perform your sex magic with me if I were a wolf boy? 

Yoongi scoffs, scandalized by the repeated mention of such unnatural magic. “I don’t wish to perform sex magic with you in any form.” 

“Then why am I here?” 

“I already told you!”

Taehyung pouts. 

Ignoring the surge of endearment for the bratty demon that nearly overwhelms Yoongi’s senses, he turns to his phone to check his blog notifications. Nothing is endearing about this situation; Yoongi doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. 

Taehyung leaves the cursed book on the couch and follows Yoongi into the kitchen. The air around Taehyung seems to waver and warp, as though the Earth knows he isn’t meant to be here, uncontained. It reminds Yoongi of heatwaves rippling above the asphalt on a scorching summer day. 

“What are you doing?”

“Checking out what people have to say about you. See,” Yoongi twists so Taehyung can look over his shoulder at his phone. “I posted a photo of you and wrote an article about how to summon a lower-level demon like you.”

“An incubus.” 

“Well, no, just, ugh, just go on to the comments.” 

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on using the phone the way he’d seen Yoongi use it, his fingers delicate as they glide across the screen. 

“I look pretty,” Taehyung speaks curiously, not with the smugness he’d carried the day before. 

Yoongi wonders if he’s ever had his photo taken before. There’s amazement in Taehyung’s wide eyes that almost make him appear youthful. Like this, absorbed by his interest in the blog, Taehyung doesn’t look intimidating or devilish. His cheeks round out, and his eyebrows furrow. His pretty lips move silently to mouth the words he reads on the screen. 

“These people have many questions,” Taehyung says at last, handing Yoongi his phone. “They want to know if I work for Satan, if I can go to church, if I can fly – a stupid question, if I can turn red, if I eat people, if I–” 

“Alright, yes, there are a lot of questions.” None that Yoongi has time for, so he tries to shoo Taehyung away. 

His presence is overwhelming the longer he stands at Yoongi’s side. His breath is hot against Yoongi’s profile, and the air is overcome with the smell of smoky incense, cedar, and labdanum, which makes Yoongi’s skin tingle. 

Finally giving Yoongi a reprieve, Taehyung steps away to hop onto the kitchen counter. His legs swing, the back of his boots lightly thudding against the side. 

“Will we answer their questions?” 

“Not all of them,” Yoongi admits with a shrug and a raised eyebrow. He’d been under the assumption that Taehyung would be uninterested in his research. 

Taehyung pouts again. “Why not?” 

Turning his back on Taehyung, Yoongi flings open the refrigerator door to stare at empty white shelves. Grocery shopping hadn’t been high on his to-do list while he prepped for the evocation ritual, and Yoongi has learned the hard way that Jimin is an unreliable roommate when it comes to sharing household responsibilities like grocery shopping and cleaning. 

“I summoned you to help one of my followers, so their needs take priority over whatever foolishness the general public is commenting on.” 

“Lovemaking,” Taehyung snickers. 

“Attendance at an event,” Yoongi corrects with a glare. Letting the refrigerator door close, he spins around to face Taehyung, where he still sits perched on the counter. Wearing the tight leather pants, his legs look impossibly long, and his thighs–

Yoongi’s eyes shoot up to see that Taehyung is staring at him, watching him with a look that isn’t far from predatory. The smug confidence makes Yoongi’s stomach flutter. 

“Can you eat human food?” Table For One never specified if they’re a human, but Yoongi has a hunch they are – or at least something adjacent, like a witch. 

Taehyung shrugs, but that’s enough of an answer. 

With pursed lips, Yoongi eyes Taehyung and does his best not to think about how the demon is doing the same. If a demon attends a wedding, food will surely be involved. It’s worth the research, and not only because Yoongi’s stomach grumbles in the silence of the kitchen, and his refrigerator is embarrassingly empty. 

Mind settled, Yoongi waves for Taehyung to follow him into his bedroom. 

“You need proper clothes, not whatever… costume this is,” Yoongi explains with his head ducked into his closet. With legs like Taehyung’s, none of Yoongi’s tighter pants will fit. “Do you want shorts,” Yoongi holds up the clothing, “or sweats?” 

Taehyung’s nose wrinkles when he scowls, part of his upper lip lifting to show sharpened canines Yoongi hadn’t noticed before. “Shorts, if I must.”

Ignoring the attitude, Yoongi hands Taehyung the shorts and a forest green button-up his mother bought him that’s far too big around the shoulders. 

“You’ll have to get rid of those,” Yoongi gestures to Taehyung’s wings. “Can you glamour them away or something?” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes hard enough that it looks like it hurts. His wings flutter lightly, their iridescent glow catching on the bedroom lights with a bright flash that makes Yoongi’s eyes burn. When Yoongi blinks back tears, the wings are gone. Their absence makes Taehyung look smaller and more human, though his demeanor is nothing short of mystical. 

“Should I get rid of these, too?” 

Taehyung’s nimble fingers comb through his floppy mess of curls. Remembering his height, he bows just enough for Yoongi to see the top of his head where his fingers part his hair to reveal two small horns. 

They’re… cute, small enough for Yoongi to wrap his hand around, and short enough to blend in well with Taehyung’s unruly hair. Intricate etchings that remind Yoongi of fingerprints line the surface, and the horns end in blunt tips. 

Suddenly flustered, though he isn’t sure why, Yoongi manages to choke out, “Oh, um. Yes?”

It shouldn’t be a question; Yoongi can’t have Taehyung walking around with horns sticking out of his head. But something feels intimate about how Taehyung showed off this part of himself, and Yoongi can’t shake the tingling sensation in his fingers from wanting to touch them. 

Taehyung nods obediently, and his hair falls back into place, no horns poking through the mess like black dahlias in bloom. 

It’s going to be a long day. 

A proper brunch with Yoongi includes bottomless mimosa pitchers, but today, he chooses to skip the luxury when the waitress approaches their table to take their orders. It’s at an inconvenient time since Taehyung has finally become chatty. Speaking to him on the subway ride to Yoongi’s favorite brunch spot was like pulling teeth. Yoongi should have anticipated the overstimulation a subway ride would cause a demon with no understanding of Earth beyond a salt circle. 

Pausing his incessant questions, Taehyung takes a long sip of the hot chocolate Yoongi ordered him at the counter before asking the question that’s likely been burning the back of his throat: 

“What is brunch?”

Yoongi forces himself not to laugh. He quickly brings his own drink to his lips, an iced americano nowhere as sweet as Taehyung’s drink, and swallows his laughter with the coffee. 

“The meal between breakfast and lunch. We slept in too late for breakfast, but it isn’t quite lunchtime yet. So, brunch.” 

Eyeing the pair strangely for a second longer, the waitress finally clears her throat. “Hi there, my name is Eunji, and I’ll be your server this morning! I see that you’ve already ordered drinks. Would you like water, as well?”

There’s something about the narrowing of Taehyung’s eyes that makes Yoongi nervous about what he’ll say next. He struggles against the part of him that’s curious and the responsible part that hopes to shut Taehyung up. 

Yoongi may be a strong witch, but he’s a weak man. 

“And what is the price?” Taehyung asks because Yoongi doesn’t interrupt him. 

“Oh, nothing! Water is free, and you can find the other beverage prices on the menu.” The waitress gestures toward the laminated sheet. 

“You are mistaken,” Taehyung speaks lowly. “Nothing is free, Eunji. There is a price for everything.” 

Yoongi chokes on his next sip of coffee and lets the burn in his chest motivate him to finally speak up. He tries to wave away the waitress when she pulls out a few napkins to mop up the little puddle he spilled on the table. 

“Can you give us some time?” he manages to croak, and the waitress gives him a small smile when she leaves. 

Taehyung tuts his tongue against the rough of his mouth disapprovingly. 

“You Earthlings are stupid. She gave her name immediately without knowing who we are, and is offering items without a price?” Taehyung leans forward with a dark look in his eyes. “What if she is of the fae? You mustn’t accept gifts nor food and drink from the fae, Yoongi.” 

Taehyung sits back in his seat with a shake of his head, still in disbelief at the many shortcomings of Earthlings. He looks so human like this, dark eyes scanning the menu of food he knows nothing about, in Yoongi’s clothes that don’t fit his long arms. 

“She isn’t ‘of the fae,’” Yoongi snorts. “You would know if she was.” 

Taehyung watches Yoongi over the rim of his mug as if to silently say, whatever. Stupid Earthlings. Yoongi tries not to smile. 

“Write all this down later. Tell your lovemaking followers not to give out their names so flippantly,” Taehyung demands in between asking Yoongi about various food items on the menu. “And tell them to make their demons hot chocolate. This is more delicious than virgin souls.” 

Yoongi’s fork clatters onto the ground. They’re seated at the cafe’s outdoor patio with many other patrons, so his clumsiness goes unnoticed – aside from the demon across the table who grins at him with too many teeth. Even with the glamour that keeps his eyes a normal dark brown and his face a bit less… sharp, Taehyung still looks dangerous. 

“I can taste your embarrassment,” Taehyung is almost giddy as he speaks. He runs his index finger along the rim of his mug and bites his bottom lip between his teeth. 

The diversion is easy, though Yoongi knows Taehyung doesn’t miss the change in topic. “You can taste emotions?” 

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums and doesn’t explain because the waitress returns to take their orders. 

Yoongi has his phone out with his notebook app open, but he only realizes hours later, when he and Taehyung are sharing space in the living room – Taehyung to read and Yoongi to write – that he forgot to take notes.   

💘 5 Devilish Date Ideas For Your Demon Boyfriend

Yoongi doesn’t take Taehyung out on dates, despite what his articles and social media posts may make it seem. Yoongi and Taehyung go on outings, and there is a definite difference between a date and an outing. Outings don’t have the romantic baggage that comes with a date, which is perfect since Yoongi is not romantically interested in Taehyung. At all. 

Just, maybe, a little endeared. 

“I can’t feel my lips.”

Taehyung’s eyes are glassy and rimmed-red, but he stares at Yoongi with startling clarity. He runs his tongue against his bottom lip, pulling his lip between his teeth and wiggling it back and forth. When he releases it, it’s deep pink and slightly swollen from being teased.

Yoongi forces himself to look Taehyung in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t feel them. They’re all tingly,” Taehyung giggles sweetly. Yoongi thinks Taehyung’s laughter is just as dangerous as a siren’s song. 

“You’re just drunk.” 

“Drunk,” Taehyung repeats after he swallows another sip of his amaretto sour. “I like it.”

Taehyung is a demon, a conniving creature from the depths of Hell who would eat Yoongi’s soul without a second thought if given the chance. No amount of eyelash-batting and boxy grins could trick Yoongi into letting his guard down, even when Taehyung swears their souls are bound together until Yoongi banishes him. 

Being bound together is already unnerving enough without the possibility of getting his soul eaten. 

So it doesn’t matter that Yoongi brings Taehyung to an art museum and gets to see the way his eyes sparkle as he gazes upon hundreds of art pieces. The tug Yoongi feels in his gut when Taehyung lights up at a name he recognizes doesn’t mean anything. When Taehyung dives into a slew of stories about the artists whose souls he’s met in Hell and expresses how ecstatic he is to see what all the fuss has been over them finally, Yoongi ignores his heart palpitations. 

Taking Taehyung shopping is a trivial experience as well. The little twinge of discomfort when Yoongi buys Taehyung his own clothes rather than have Taehyung continue wearing Yoongi’s isn’t disappointment or, even worse, weirdly placed jealousy. It’s only clothes. There certainly isn’t some strange possessiveness that digs its claws into Yoongi’s heart when Taehyung wears his t-shirts and sweatpants to bed. 

And the fancy dinner? Whatever flutter Yoongi felt when he dressed Taehyung in a fitted suit and took him to the nicest restaurant in Seoul, well, that was probably indigestion. 

Each outing is research. The more outings Yoongi goes on with Taehyung, the better prepared his followers will be when they summon their own demons. It’s as simple as that.

“I’ll admit, I’m shocked the alcohol has any effect on you.” 

A paint-and-sip outing wasn’t Yoongi’s idea. Taehyung insisted on letting their followers (because apparently they’re Taehyung’s followers, too) choose the next activity. Considering Taehyung’s affinity for the arts, a painting class fit perfectly. 

Yoongi is just here for the alcohol. 

He takes sips of his red wine more often than he lifts his paintbrush. The painting the class is working on shouldn’t be as difficult as it is: a simple sunset over the ocean. Taehyung has never even seen the ocean before, and somehow his painting looks better than the instructor’s. 

“You assume too much,” Taehyung scolds Yoongi with a point of his red paint-dipped brush. A small glob of paint drips from the tip and falls onto the apron Taehyung wears to protect his clothes. “We demons aren’t all the same, you know. We are like onions.” 

With a groan, Yoongi reaches out to press his palm against Taehyung’s cheek and tries to force his face away and back on the easel in front of him. 

“Whoever voted for Shrek on the movie poll should be banned from my blog,” Yoongi grumbles. 

“Let’s do another poll.” Taehyung reaches for Yoongi’s phone and nearly knocks his glass over. “Ask the lovemaking followers about, um, something fun.” 

“No.” 

“Yoongi, I am commanding you to do another poll. I want ice cream.” 

“That’s not how this arrangement works. I do the commanding.” 

It’s only a little menacing how Taehyung stabs his paintbrush into the water cup to clean the bristles. He glares at Yoongi while he swirls the brush around, stabbing the bottom of the cup a few more times for good measure. 

“What would you like me to do for you then, Yoongi?” Taehyung purrs as he leans forward in his seat. His tongue has found his bottom lip once again, and Yoongi struggles to keep his eyes away from the wet movement. 

“Stop being so difficult.” 

It’s a tease, not something to bargain for seriously. They both know this, but Taehyung’s grin makes Yoongi’s skin crawl. 

“I can be good for you, little witch.” Taehyung’s bloodshot eyes glide over Yoongi, lazy but with a hunger in them that Yoongi hasn’t seen before. “For a price.” 

Desire is unfamiliar to Yoongi, a man who prefers his virtual spell notebook over the company of lovers. He almost doesn’t realize that’s what burns in the pit of his stomach; it’s so easy to assume that the heat results from drinking too much wine. 

So far, Yoongi’s payments have been inconsequential. In return for participating in his “research,” Yoongi buys Taehyung gifts or takes him to do activities only available on Earth. It’s been intriguing to see what silly little deals Taehyung comes up with. Taehyung had been right about Yoongi being too quick to make assumptions. He would have never guessed Taehyung’s requests would end up being so… innocent. 

However, right now, Yoongi is questioning everything. 

The instructor saves Yoongi from scrambling for a response by announcing the session's conclusion. She walks the class through cleaning up their painting stations, rinsing out paintbrushes, and putting away their easels. 

Yoongi’s painting is only half-finished, but this outing has been for Taehyung anyway. The painting will probably end up in the bottom of a closet somewhere with the futile thought that one day Yoongi will try finishing it. 

“Come on,” Yoongi tugs on Taehyung’s ear to beckon him out of his seat. He’s not sure at what point in the past few weeks he’d become comfortable with touching Taehyung. 

“I’m drunk,” Taehyung repeats with a giggle, having dropped the menacing facade. “This is fun, but I think I’m broken.” 

Throwing his arms in the air, Taehyung stretches with a loud groan that makes multiple paint-and-sip participants whip their heads in his direction as they shuffle out of the building. He reminds Yoongi of Jimin on a particularly sleepy day, and Yoongi almost tells Taehyung as much, but something behind Taehyung catches his eye. 

“Taehyung!” Yoongi hisses, grabbing a fistful of Taehyung’s shirt and quickly dragging him out of the community art complex’s front doors. 

Taehyung fumbles over his own feet, leather boots splashing rain puddles once Yoongi has pulled him into the misty night. Alcohol looks good on him. His tan skin turns ruddy around his cheeks, and his lips are still swollen and poutier than normal. It seems wrong for a creature capable of such evil to look so soft. 

Before anyone can see them, Yoongi backs Taehyung into the narrow alley beside the complex. Dark and damp, no one spares them a glance as they disappear into the shadows. 

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung’s expression twists into something just as dark as the shadows that engulf them. “Whoever it is, I’ll kill them.” 

“What?” Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Fuck, no, we’re not killing anyone.” 

Taehyung’s shoulders sag with what Yoongi hopes is relief and not disappointment. “Who are we hiding from? You must know I can protect you, Yoongi. We are bound toge–” 

“Yes, bound together; if I die, you die, I know. We aren’t hiding from anyone; I’m hiding you. Your wings…” 

It’s rude, Yoongi’s sure of it. He doesn’t know much about the customs of demons, but he can’t imagine it’s anything but rude to touch someone’s wings without their consent. It seems intimate, much like Jimin hating when someone tugs on his tail or touches his ears without asking. 

Yoongi knows he shouldn’t do it, but the desire to run his fingers over the soft feathers is so strong that he burns with it. 

His eyes stay on his hand as he reaches out. Dragging his fingertips along the quilted layers, he lets out a quiet sigh when he finds that the feathers are just as soft and airy as he’d expected. They ripple and flutter beneath his touch as Taehyung shivers, the moisture in the air making the black glitter in the streetlights. Yoongi follows the curve until he gets to the tip, his fingers lingering on the edge. 

The whooshing sound of Taehyung inhaling sharply forces Yoongi out of his stupor. His eyes snap to Taehyung’s face as he snatches his hand back. 

“T-they,” Yoongi clears his throat and straightens his posture, “The alcohol likely made you lose control of the glamour.” 

Taehyung’s eyes are glazed over. When he looks at Yoongi, he looks through him with slow blinks and nothing behind his eyes. 

“Taehyung?” 

“You shouldn’t do that,” Taehyung whispers, his words quiet enough that they’re nearly swept away by the gust of wind that sends fallen leaves skittering across the sidewalk. 

Swallowing, Yoongi gives him a curt nod. 

Shame swirls in the pit of his stomach as he guides Taehyung on the short walk home. A spell of his own works to disguise Taehyung’s demon characteristics. Seoul is diverse in the species that reside there, but demons aren’t welcome in many spaces. 

Taehyung lets Yoongi guide him home by holding his wrist in silence. It’s far too quiet in his apartment, Yoongi now having grown used to Taehyung’s constant questions about Earth and his flirtatious bantering at all hours. Living with a demon should have been more difficult to get accustomed to, but everything with Taehyung feels easy. 

Except for tonight. 

Changed into his pajamas, Taehyung leans against the kitchen counter with a glass of water clutched in both hands. He sips on it periodically, a faraway look in his eyes while he stares at the opposite corner of the room. The glamour magic has long worn off, though Taehyung keeps his wings tucked close to his body, and his horns are naturally hidden away like usual. 

Yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to the other and can’t take his eyes off Taehyung’s empty expression. 

“Taehyung?” he blurts, anxiety building in him like a pop rocket.

A raised eyebrow is Taehyung’s only response, but Yoongi will take it. 

“I’m sorry I upset you. I should have asked first. No, I shouldn’t have done anything at all. I know the other witches who have summoned you may have felt entitled, but I would never do anything that–” 

Cut off by the press of Taehyung’s finger against his lips, Yoongi freezes. He watches Taehyung with a stuttering heart as the incubus traces the bow of Yoongi’s upper lip with the tip of his finger. 

“You did not upset me, witchling.” 

Taehyung’s voice is smooth and hypnotizing, the cadence a lullaby that’s everything terrifying about a monster who preys on its victims in their sleep. It’s gentle but sharp and precise in how it slices into Yoongi, filleting him until his most vulnerable parts are exposed. 

His finger drags down on Yoongi’s bottom lip, pulling it until his mouth parts slightly. 

“Okay,” Yoongi can barely breathe. His eyes flit between Taehyung’s dark irises and his pink lips, both terrifyingly inviting. 

Yoongi is an intelligent witch, but he’s a stupid man. 

Taehyung’s fingers curl around Yoongi’s chin. His hold is loose, the tilt a mere suggestion that Yoongi follows as he lifts his face. 

“Don’t,” Taehyung warns when Yoongi twists his fingers into the front of Taehyung’s shirt. Their noses brush against each other, and Yoongi can practically taste Taehyung from how close their lips are. The warning is easy to ignore when Taehyung lets go of Yoongi’s chin to cup the side of his face. 

“Don’t,” Taehyung repeats, and Yoongi feels the word against his lips. 

Static fills Yoongi’s head with fuzz and the crackle of hot desire. His eyes flutter close, lightheaded from breathing in Taehyung’s smokey scent. 

“Why not?” 

They’re so close. All it would take is the tilt of their heads to slot their lips together. Yoongi wants, more than he can ever remember wanting. He feels tightly wound, pressurized, a spring waiting to snap. 

“You’ll be mine.” 

Yoongi’s blood turns to ice. His eyes fly open when Taehyung pries his fingers from his shirt and gives him a small, closed-mouth smile. 

The Kiss of Death. 

How could Yoongi have forgotten what it means to kiss an incubus? The colloquial term is misleading, though surrendering one’s soul to a demon may as well be a form of death to those who wish to live on their own accord.

The eyes may be the windows to the soul, but incubi use a kiss to capture their victims, tethering them to the incubus as their personal energy source for eternity. The Kiss is rare; Yoongi doesn’t know anyone who has succumbed to such horrible seduction.

“Goodnight, witchling,” Taehyung murmurs and gently flicks the underside of Yoongi’s chin with his finger. He leaves Yoongi alone in the kitchen, the crackle of desire still wavering in the air and uncertainty stirring in his stomach. 

That night, Yoongi dreams of a voice whispering a one-word promise he knows he shouldn’t make. 

Mine.

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“What are you doing?” 

Taehyung hovers in the doorway of Yoongi’s office, his long fingers curling around the doorframe. Although Yoongi can’t sense emotions like an incubus can, the curiosity flowing from Taehyung is unmistakable. 

“Making a potion,” Yoongi replies, beckoning Taehyung into the room with a wave of his hand. “What are you, a vampire? If you’d like to watch, you may.” 

Looking particularly human today, Taehyung wears straight-leg jeans, a soft cotton t-shirt underneath a burgundy cardigan, and white sneakers that Yoongi smiles at when he realizes are his. Nevermind the fact that Taehyung is walking around the house with shoes on. In Taehyung’s defense, Yoongi had told him that they would only stop by the apartment for something briefly, but their stay has been anything but quick. 

The potion is technically finished. Yoongi swirls it around in an insulated tumbler to mix up a couple of drops of another elixir he’d forgotten to add to this new batch. Handing the tumbler to Taehyung, Yoongi finishes putting away his Tupperware containers of random ingredients in the mini-fridge in his office and tucks his mother’s old recipe book into yet another overcrowded bookshelf. 

Taehyung sniffs the lid of the tumbler and sneezes, the sound echoing loudly through the room. “What is it?” 

“Uhh,” Yoongi takes the potion from Taehyung and sips it as he leads the way to the front door. It’s been, what, a month since he summoned Taehyung? And the questions still come. “Just a potion for nerves.” 

A sly grin stretches across Taehyung’s face like Yoongi knew it would. With his free hand, he shoves Taehyung out of the door. 

“Are you nervous, little Yoongi?” Taehyung asks as if he can’t already tell. 

“Stop calling me little.” 

Taehyung drapes his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders while they wait for the elevator. The taxi Yoongi ordered is already waiting to take them to Namjoon’s house on the outskirts of town. 

“Ah, but you enjoy it,” Taehyung’s breath tickles the curve of Yoongi’s ear when he ducks down to speak against it. “I can smell it.” 

With a shiver, Yoongi steps away from Taehyung’s looming figure and maintains as much distance as possible between them on the elevator ride. Ever since the paint-and-sip night, things have changed between them. The flirtation hasn’t necessarily increased, but it feels weightier now, perhaps because Yoongi is more keenly aware of how easy it would be to become Taehyung’s prey. 

Before that night, his reservations about working with Taehyung had been about a possible attack. Now, he realizes there are more dangerous ways for Taehyung to endanger him than physically fighting him. 

“I’m not nervous,” Yoongi says as he takes a swig of the potion he’d specifically made because he’s nervous. “I’m just… worried.” 

Taehyung handles himself well during the taxi ride despite his disdain for being inside vehicles. His fidgeting is minimal, and he doesn’t make any suggestive comments to the driver. Although Yoongi knew being on Earth would be an adjustment, he’s surprised by the pride he feels swelling in his chest when Taehyung experiences little improvements like this. 

“I will not kill your friends if that is what you are concerned about.” 

The taxi driver coughs. Yoongi sees him reach over to increase the volume of the classical music he’s listening to. 

“Jimin isn’t particularly… fond of, of, well…” Yoongi raises his eyebrows at Taehyung to silently communicate what he's trying to get at. 

Taehyung hums in understanding. The blank expression he wears for the rest of the ride only makes Yoongi more concerned. Has he hurt Taehyung’s feelings? Why would Taehyung care about Jimin’s opinion of him anyway? 

Yoongi chugs the rest of the tumbler when they’re at Namjoon’s front door and hopes the potion’s effects kick in soon. He’s already starting to sweat in his button-up and regrets not dressing casually like Taehyung. The stereotypical witchy vibes have always been appealing to Yoongi. Slacks, pointy boots, large hats, clothing covered in tassels, and too many necklaces to count will likely be his aesthetic long after the dark academia and cottagecore trends are out of style. 

“Hyung!” The door flies open to reveal Namjoon sporting his usual hoodie and sweatpants combo. 

The epitome of comfort, the leader of the Bang coven steps to the side to let Yoongi and Taehyung through. Yoongi doesn’t miss the way Namjoon sizes Taehyung up, his gaze soft but intense even while holding a relaxed composure. 

“Hi, Joonie,” Yoongi greets with a small smile and an elbow to the arm. Hugs are a bit much, but the covenmates know how Yoongi is. “This is Taehyung. My, um, the demon helping me with my current work project.” 

Taehyung bows his head and uses jondaemal as Yoongi taught him when he says, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Namjoon-ssi.” 

“Welcome! And drop the formality; this is a relaxed space.” 

To Yoongi’s surprise, Taehyung eases into conversation with Namjoon with little difficulty as he leads them to the living room, where Hoseok and Jimin sit on the floor at the coffee table playing matgo.

This is the part that has Yoongi’s stomach twisted into knots despite his calming potion. As an excellent potionmaster, it’s discouraging to still struggle with his nerves. His eyes slide from Taehyung’s animated face as he talks about the various art pieces on Namjoon’s walls to Jimin’s rigid posture. 

“And this is Hoseok hyung and Jimin,” Namjoon gestures to the pair as he walks toward the mini bar in the corner of the room. “Would you like a drink?” 

“Joonie, it’s three in the afternoon,” Hoseok throws his head back in a laugh that’s too energetic for the situation, but that’s just Hoseok’s way. He lights up a room in the same way Taehyung makes one heavy. 

“Ah, don’t partake then.” Namjoon waves off Hoseok’s teasing criticism. 

With a roll of his eyes, Hoseok turns to where Taehyung and Yoongi now sit on the couch opposite the coffee table. “It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung. Our Yoongi hyung has been talking about you nonstop.” 

Far too smug for his own good, Taehyung twists in his seat to look at Yoongi. “Is that so?” 

“Mmm, it’s rather annoying,” Jimin’s sweet voice chimes in. He adjusts his position at the coffee table so he can look at all three men. “You are even more handsome than he described.” 

“I never said–” 

Hoseok’s giggling interrupts Yoongi’s protests. “Yes, you did.” 

“Jimin-ah, I can’t take it anymore,” Jimin deepens his voice to mimic Yoongi’s. Yoongi doesn’t appreciate how whiny Jimin makes him sound. “He’s so hot! It’s overwhelming! I can’t think straight around him!” 

Yoongi digs his fingers into his thighs and squares his shoulders. He can practically feel Taehyung vibrating with pleasure beside him. 

“You think I’m hot, little Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice wraps around Yoongi like a weighted blanket. 

“Little Yoongi! He lets you call him that?” Hoseok throws his head back so far that he tips over. Namjoon has to step over his body sprawled out on the floor to reach the armchair beside the couch. 

“No!” Yoongi finds himself pouting out of desperation, but his puppy eyes go unnoticed. 

His friends’ teasing is relentless, and Taehyung feeds into it too willingly. Namjoon ensures drinks flow amongst the five of them, even Hoseok eventually caving to have a shot or two of peach soju. With dazzling smiles and quick wit, Taehyung manages to charm even the intimidatingly skeptical Jimin. 

All Yoongi can do is sit back and watch the scene unfold. That swell of pride returns, and he stares at Taehyung’s side profile far too many times. There’s something about the shine in his eyes that lights up when he laughs and the way his cheeks puff up when he smiles – genuinely smiles, not just grins with his teeth in the predatory way he does. 

Jimin is right; Yoongi can’t think straight around Taehyung. He’s positive he’s never admitted that out loud, but perhaps his feelings are more obvious than he thought. 

Because, yes, the feelings are there. 

As the night progresses, Yoongi is forced to acknowledge and sit with those feelings. It’s too comforting sitting at Taehyung’s side. It’s too natural how Yoongi leans into Taehyung’s side when he slips his arm behind him to rest his hand on Yoongi’s waist. 

It’s too easy to watch Taehyung’s lips shape Yoongi’s name and want to kiss them until Taehyung swallows him whole. 

“Yoongi thought I would kill you all.” 

Taehyung’s confession pulls Yoongi out of another embarrassing episode of staring at Taehyung’s pretty eyes. Yoongi scowls and reaches for his glass of whiskey. 

“That’s a blatant lie. I never said such a thing.” 

“You were thinking it,” Taehyung challenges. “I could sense your nerves.”

With an exasperated sigh, Yoongi turns to his friends for help, and all he finds are amused expressions. 

“You know what I’m doing!” he whines too much like Jimin’s impersonation. “I wanted to see how he handled being in a social setting. To advise my follower about bringing a demon to a wedding.” 

It makes sense in his head, but it sounds like a reach when he says it out loud. It’s the truth, though, and Yoongi isn’t interested in exploring what his nerves mean any more than this. 

“I am good,” Taehyung asserts with a petulant cross of his arms against his chest. The action accentuates the muscles of his biceps and the plumpness of his chest. 

Yoongi has to force himself to look away and pretend Jimin can’t feel the thrum of energy flowing between them. Taehyung feels it, too. Part of Yoongi hates that his feelings aren’t his own, but another part hopes his energy can speak on his behalf. 

“You are,” Yoongi says quietly and means it. A blush spreads across his cheeks when Taehyung squeezes his waist in response. 

Not for the first time since meeting Taehyung, Yoongi wonders how he’ll survive the night with him. 

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Taehyung doesn’t get drunk at Namjoon’s house, much to Yoongi’s relief. It isn’t that he’s concerned about Taehyung’s glamour failing him; if his friends were to see Taehyung’s horns and wings, they would be ecstatic. Taehyung is truly a beautiful creature in that form. What his true form looks like is a mystery to Yoongi, and something tells him that he’ll likely never see it, but that’s fine by him. Taehyung’s comfort is what matters. 

Yoongi is glad that Taehyung is sober when they leave Namjoon’s house late into the night because it means that Taehyung’s decision to sit flush against Yoongi in the back of the taxi and run his palm up the length of Yoongi’s thigh isn’t because he’s drunk.

His breath is warm against Yoongi’s already feverish skin when he leans down to speak low enough for the taxi driver not to hear. 

“I know you’re aroused, little witch. Have been ever since Jimin brought up your interest in me.” 

Yoongi bites his lip and keeps his eyes locked on the landscape blurring through the window. It’s drizzling again, and the raindrops distort Yoongi’s reflection. 

Taehyung’s fingertips press into the meat of Yoongi’s thigh. The touches are hardly anything exciting, but Yoongi’s already growing hard. Whipping his head to the side, Yoongi frowns at Taehyung’s hungry eyes.

“Are you doing this to me?” 

“What?” 

“Are you making me like you? With your powers?” 

It’s a valid question. The likelihood of Taehyung influencing Yoongi’s desire is very high, almost to the point that Yoongi would be shocked if he wasn’t. But the crushed look on Taehyung’s face drags Yoongi’s heart to the ground. 

“Why would you think I would do that?” Taehyung bites down on his molars and takes a moment to breathe deeply. “Our bond prevents me from using magic like that on you.” 

“Oh.” 

Taehyung removes his hand from Yoongi’s thigh. The lost contact makes Yoongi shiver, suddenly so much colder and… empty. 

Similarly to the night he touched Taehyung’s wings, Yoongi’s stomach is a mess of shame and nerves throughout their ride. The emotions likely suffocate Taehyung; Yoongi is convinced he doesn’t see him breathe the rest of the way home. 

Determined not to repeat the mistakes of that night, Yoongi doesn’t hide in his bedroom to sleep off the guilt and shame like he did before once they return to his apartment. Instead, he locks the front door and catches Taehyung’s wrist to keep him close. 

“I’m sorry,” he says with as much emotion as possible, “I shouldn’t have made such a prejudiced assumption about you solely based on your species.” 

Taehyung nods, his eyes roaming Yoongi’s face. Yoongi wonders what he sees there and if it even matters when Taehyung can sense the shame radiating from his soul. 

“I am not influencing your feelings or thoughts,” Taehyung speaks quietly, like he’s afraid of scaring Yoongi away. “And I am not pursuing you to feed, as I believe you are also wondering about that.” 

Yoongi blushes and lets his head fall. Chin pressing against his chest, he doesn’t dare look at Taehyung any longer. It’s embarrassing to be called out for such a terrible thought. Taehyung has been kind and respectful, even with his blatant flirting. Living with and getting to know Taehyung has changed everything Yoongi thought he knew about incubi. 

So why is he still judging Taehyung? 

“How have you been surviving?” Yoongi asks suddenly, even more shame wrecking his stomach when he realizes he hasn’t considered how long Taehyung can go without feeding from sexual energy. Human food can’t possibly be enough for a demon to live off of. 

A mischievous grin blooms on Taehyung’s face, and Yoongi’s stomach becomes a different kind of mess. 

“I can feed even if I am not engaging with the source,” Taehyung explains slowly. He presses his fingers underneath Yoongi’s chin to lift his head. “It is difficult not to notice how aroused you become at night. I could slip into your dreams to learn what you’re thinking about, but I never do.”

Yoongi wishes the ground would open and swallow him into it. 

Licking his lips, Taehyung pinches Yoongi’s chin between his fingers as he did when they nearly kissed in the kitchen. 

“What do you think about at night when your body hums with desire, my sweet witchling?” 

Taehyung claims he doesn’t influence Yoongi, but every shift of Taehyung’s body, his heat, his scent, the deepness of his eyes as he looks at Yoongi with such shameless longing – it’s impossible for Yoongi to resist, magic or not. 

“You,” the truth tumbles from Yoongi’s lips. 

This time, when Yoongi grabs the front of Taehyung’s shirt, he doesn’t stop him. Instead, Taehyung steps forward, backing Yoongi up until his back hits the front door. He dips his head down to bump their noses together with a grin made of excitement rather than mischief. 

“No kissing,” Taehyung commands, even as his lips brush against Yoongi’s. “Okay?” 

“Yes, okay.” 

Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut when he feels Taehyung’s lips latch onto the corner of his jaw. He sucks the skin hard enough to bruise, then inches his way down the length of Yoongi’s neck. The fingers at his chin tilt his head so Taehyung can gain more access to smooth, unblemished skin. 

“Tell me what you want,” Taehyung murmurs into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. The sensation tickles and Yoongi quickly reaches up to tangle his fingers in Taehyung’s hair. 

“I…” 

“For free.” Taehyung shifts his weight to slot his leg in between Yoongi’s and grinds his thigh against Yoongi’s hardening cock. “Like the water.” 

Pressing his hand to his mouth, Yoongi does his best to stop himself from audibly laughing. The bob of his shoulders throws Taehyung off, though, and he lifts his head to look at Yoongi with confusion. 

When Taehyung tilts his head, Yoongi’s fingertips brush against the base of one of his horns. It’s surprisingly warm, and the ribbed etchings feel nice. Curious, Yoongi drags his nails down the ridges. 

The whimpered moan Taehyung makes goes straight to Yoongi’s cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans and gently bites down on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Tell me, Yoongi.” 

Taehyung can’t give Yoongi anything for free, but this isn’t the time to think things through. 

“Fuck me, please.” Yoongi isn’t one to beg, but Taehyung doesn’t make him feel like he’s begging when he asks what Yoongi wants. Instead, Yoongi feels like he’s being given a gift. 

It’s clear from how responsive Taehyung is that this isn’t solely for his pleasure. His attention never leaves Yoongi, somehow managing to flick his tongue against every sensitive spot and nibble just hard enough to make his knees shake. 

“Yes,” Taehyung moans when Yoongi drags his nails down his other horn. Bending slightly, Taehyung squeezes the backs of Yoongi’s thighs and hoists him around his waist. 

The casual display of strength makes Yoongi’s head spin, and he hardly keeps himself together when Taehyung throws him onto his bed. All he can do is stare as Taehyung makes quick work of removing his clothes, wasting no time to get fully naked. There’s so much tan skin on display that Yoongi drowns in it. His chest tightens as he soaks in the sight of Taehyung’s massive form, such wide shoulders displaying his hauntingly beautiful wings and his heavy cock hanging between his legs. 

Yoongi supposes being an incubus makes Taehyung accustomed to nudity; there is no room for timidness in sex magic. He wishes he could say the same about himself. 

“Let me see you,” Taehyung asks as he runs a hand down his chest, letting out a quiet moan when his fingers brush against one of his nipples. 

Yoongi wants to follow the path Taehyung’s hand takes with his tongue. Perhaps later, if he builds up the courage. It takes too long for him to remove each layer of clothing, all the while watching Taehyung pump his cock with slow, loose movements. 

Taehyung reaches out to squeeze Yoongi’s naked waist. Like he did to himself, he feels up Yoongi’s chest, this time intentionally tweaking one of Yoongi’s perky nipples and grinning when Yoongi tips his head back with a small whimper. 

“You’re so pretty, Yoongi. So tiny.” 

Taehyung kneels on the bed and grips Yoongi’s face by his jaw. It’s an aggressive action, but Taehyung’s hold is gentle. 

“I wish I could kiss you,” Yoongi blurts when it seems Taehyung might just do it. But Taehyung’s lips fall on Yoongi’s forehead instead. 

“I know,” Taehyung whispers before letting Yoongi go. He leans back and eyes Yoongi’s body for a moment, so pliant and spread out for him on a bed of silky sheets. 

“Get on your knees,” Taehyung commands lowly. His large hands squeeze Yoongi’s hips as he adjusts his placement so that Yoongi is facing the wall up against the bed frame. 

“Hold on, my little witch,” he hooks his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder as he runs his hands down both arms. Grabbing Yoongi’s hands, he curls his fingers around the edge of the bed frame. “May I use some magic on you, little one?” 

Yoongi shivers at the pet name, so easily reminded of how Taehyung looms over him. He doesn’t care what that magic may be, merely nods because he realizes he truly trusts Taehyung. 

Taehyung murmurs something in Hell’s ancient language, and Yoongi immediately gasps at the cool feeling that spreads between his asscheeks. It’s wet and tingly, and Yoongi sags against the bed frame with the side of his face pressed against the wall when his legs turn to jelly. 

“Usually, I enjoy foreplay, but I am impatient tonight.” Without warning, Taehyung plunges two fingers into Yoongi’s hole. 

“Oh god,” Yoongi moans and arches his back to sink further onto Taehyung’s long fingers. 

“Not God,” Taehyung presses a grin against Yoongi’s shoulder. “The opposite, actually.” 

Taehyung is relentless as he fucks his fingers into Yoongi, quickly turning from two to four because his magic has made Yoongi wet and stretched with no effort at all. It’s messy, but it seems that Taehyung likes it from how hard his cock is pressed between Yoongi’s thighs. 

“Please,” Yoongi asks again when he’s afraid he might cum from Taehyung’s fingers alone. “I’ll give you anything, Tae.” 

Taehyung licks a fat stripe up Yoongi’s neck, starting at his shoulder until he can flick the tip of his tongue against his earlobe. “Just this, little one. This is all I need.” 

As thick as Taehyung’s cock is, the slide is easy as he slowly presses forward past Yoongi’s rim. Once he’s fully inside, he holds Yoongi steady with one hand on his hip and the other pressed against his abdomen. The first roll of his hips makes Yoongi shout, and his legs tremble so severely that he nearly buckles. 

“Tae, Tae, fuck, Tae,” Yoongi pants with his head hanging low as Taehyung rolls his hips a second and third time. “You’re so big.” 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good.” 

Taehyung presses his fingers into Yoongi’s lower abdomen, and they both moan when they feel Taehyung’s cock move inside of him. It takes a few minutes before Yoongi is ready for more. Taehyung eases him into it, pulling back to gently thrust into him without jostling Yoongi’s body too much. 

When Yoongi’s gasps start turning into moans, Taehyung picks up the pace. He thrusts harder, angling his hips until he finds Yoongi’s prostate. It’s effortless, probably because Taehyung was made for this. He fucks into Yoongi with such accurate precision, hitting his prostate with every thrust. 

Yoongi’s head lolls as his body snaps forward. The bed frame slams into the wall, banging Yoongi’s knuckles, but he can’t bring himself to care. Taehyung has to grab his arms and pull Yoongi up against his chest to keep him from hurting himself. 

They lace their fingers together, and Taehyung keeps their hands pressed to Yoongi’s hips. The new angle forces Taehyung’s cock even deeper. 

“You taste divine,” Taehyung moans into Yoongi’s ear, low and warm. 

Something about the knowledge that Taehyung is being satisfied in more ways than one makes Yoongi swell with pride. He is feeding Taehyung. He is Taehyung’s source of life, his driving force. 

Yoongi arches his back and lets his head rest against Taehyung’s shoulder. “You make me feel so good, Tae.” 

“Fuck, yeah?” Taehyung turns his head to press his lips to Yoongi’s forehead after a particularly hard thrust. “Will you cum for me?” 

Yoongi lets out a little whimper when Taehyung lets go of one hand to roll his palm over the sticky head of Yoongi’s cock. He immediately cums, the muscles in his thighs and stomach spasming. The only thing that holds him up is Taehyung’s arm curled around his waist. 

“Goddess,” Taehyung swears as he wipes his messy hand on the bed sheets to avoid dirtying Yoongi more. “Hold on for me, Yoongi, just a little bit more.” 

His thrusts stutter and grow shallow until all he does is grind deep inside Yoongi for a few more minutes. 

Yoongi feels the moment Taehyung cums. It’s hot, too hot, a fire that ignites deep inside his belly and sweeps through his veins like a drug. He cries out and tries to wiggle away, but Taehyung keeps his arms wrapped around his body to hold him against his chest. 

“Wait,” Taehyung groans against his neck. “Your energy, calm down, or you’ll pass out.” 

Breathing in slowly, Yoongi forces himself to relax in Taehyung’s hold. The fire eventually subsides, leaving Yoongi to melt into a useless puddle that Taehyung has to let down gently. 

Yoongi collapses onto the bed with heavy eyelids and a tingling sensation in his body that feels like every nerve has been jumpstarted all at once. Despite his fatigue, his brain is buzzing, and his senses seem heightened. Yoongi rarely participates in recreational drug use, but he knows from what little experience he has that this is a better high than any psychedelic elixir or herb a witch has invented. 

“Roll over, please?” Taehyung’s warm hands nudge Yoongi’s hip until he’s flat on his stomach. 

He lets Taehyung use a washcloth to clean him and appreciates that Taehyung chose to do so manually when he could have used magic. It’s more intimate like this. Yoongi feels cared for as Taehyung cleans him and returns with the lotion he found in Yoongi’s bathroom to massage his tight muscles. 

“Is this okay?” Taehyung whispers against Yoongi’s back when he bends forward to kiss him between his shoulder blades. His hands drag over the inside of his thighs, pressing every tight spot like he already knows Yoongi’s body better than his own. 

“If you keep going, I might get hard again.” 

The rumble of Taehyung’s laugh vibrates the bed. Yoongi can’t help but smile into his arms, where his head is cradled. 

Turning onto his side, Yoongi beckons for Taehyung to lie down with him. They both rest facing each other, one of Yoongi’s legs draped over Taehyung’s, and one of Taehyung’s hands resting on Yoongi’s waist. 

“Do you need aftercare?” Yoongi asks curiously. 

Taehyung shrugs the shoulder that isn’t pressed into the mattress. “I don’t know. No one has ever given me any.” 

Yoongi frowns at that, but Taehyung reaches out to pull one corner of his mouth up. Tutting his tongue, Taehyung hums in displeasure. “None of that.” 

“You deserve more,” Yoongi insists. 

“I’m okay.” 

Yoongi doesn’t want to ruin the mood, but he can’t help but think that the list of articles he still needs to write for the evocation tutorial has dwindled.

After tonight, Taehyung will have fulfilled his duty as Yoongi’s demon. After tonight, Taehyung will return to Hell and eventually be summoned by some other witch, likely for more sex magic. 

The idea of Taehyung fucking someone else makes Yoongi’s stomach twist. 

“Yoongi,” Taehyung whispers. He presses his finger to the wrinkles that crease Yoongi’s brow. “Why are you sad?” 

With a deep breath, Yoongi stares into Taehyung’s eyes and admits, “I don’t want you to leave.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” 

Yoongi brushes Taehyung’s bangs off his forehead so he can see his eyes. They glow in the darkness of Yoongi’s bedroom, bright and alert from the ecstasy of their second round of the night. Their second time was slow and less desperate and felt too much like mourning. 

Yoongi won’t have it. 

“Yes,” he repeats with more force this time. “It may seem like a rash decision, but I have been thinking about you… for a while.” 

Taehyung’s serious expression cracks to allow a smile to seep through. Maybe Yoongi is making the wrong decision. Maybe Yoongi will regret this later in life. Maybe Taehyung isn’t really the person he has shown himself to be in the few months Yoongi has gotten to know him. 

Maybe all of these things will be true, but what Yoongi knows for sure is true is that he is giving himself away to the only person who has ever made him feel.

And that should count for something. 

Taehyung’s breath hitches when Yoongi adjusts in his lap. They’re in their boxers, still lounging in Yoongi’s bed. Taehyung sits with his back against the bed frame, propped up by pillows and blankets to make sure his wings aren’t crushed against the frame. He looks comfortable with his chin tilted so he can look into Yoongi’s eyes. 

They’re silent as Yoongi leans forward. His heart beats erratically in his chest, but the only outward evidence of his nerves is how clammy his hands are when they squeeze Taehyung's broad shoulders. 

“Have you ever done this before?” 

Taehyung shakes his head, and something sad settles over Yoongi’s heart. It hurts knowing a person so sweet and beautiful as Taehyung has lived thousands of years without experiencing aftercare and the gentleness of a kiss. 

“Okay,” Yoongi says softly. “Are you ready?” 

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes, and his voice wavers but his eyes never stray from Yoongi’s. 

Yoongi breathes in Taehyung’s smokey scent and settles with the knowledge that he is not the only one giving himself up. Taehyung will be agreeing to be tethered to him and to live the rest of their lives on Earth with Yoongi. From what he’s told Yoongi, it seems like he’s not leaving much behind in Hell, but it’s his home regardless. 

The Love Witch may advise his followers on how to find love and companionship in the modern era, but it always stemmed from his mind rather than his heart. 

Now, as Yoongi finally slots his lips with Taehyung’s, he thinks he understands why so many people come to him with such terrible longing. If he never got to taste Taehyung’s sweetness on his tongue or feel the gentle slide of his lips against his ever again, he’s not sure he would be able to move through life for another two hundred years. 

It’s ridiculous, but he feels like he’s on another plane, and he doesn’t give a fuck if he shouldn’t let this beautiful creature take part of him for himself. 

Taehyung moans, and his hand presses against the back of Yoongi’s head to deepen the kiss. Yoongi leads and doesn’t mind when Taehyung fumbles. He swallows everything Taehyung has to give him, even as Taehyung takes from him as well. 

“It might hurt,” Taehyung had admitted guiltily when they finally agreed that this was what they both wanted. 

Now, Yoongi can’t imagine a more freeing feeling. 

Taehyung is the one to break away. He breathes heavily, air rushing out of his nose as he searches Yoongi’s face for any discomfort. Finding none, he grins, boxy and wide, and holds Yoongi’s face in both hands. 

“Thank you, little witch,” Taehyung speaks against Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi chases his lips and doesn’t feel shame when Taehyung quietly laughs. 

“For what?” 

“For letting me out of the circle.” 

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open to lock with Taehyung’s. He presses a quick kiss to the freckle on the tip of Taehyung’s nose. 

“Thank you for telling me your name.”

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 4

A/N: Hello all of you. Wow, you all keep popping out of the kpop woodwork but thank you for all the support! I love reading your comments! I decided to post this today since I was able to squeeze it out tonight.

Reminder for people, I can’t tag more than fifty people so the tag list is closed. But, feel free to share outtake ideas in the comments or dm me!

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

TW: Self mutilation (just scratching on the arms), insecurity, and toxic mentalities (Thanks Celine)

Word Count: 4,457

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, and Abby = Kwan)

That night, as the Saja Boys laid outside the venue for Huntr/x’s fan sign event, there was nothing for them to do but scroll on their phones or talk to each other. Each had a single sleeping bag and only Jinu had a chair to get more comfortable so the boys were a little miserable. But, needs must in war.

“Sooo… who else has been hardcore simping for (Y/n)?” Kwan suddenly asked to fill the quiet.

“Hardcore.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

There was just something about you that called to them. Maybe it was the way you smiled or the way you laughed without restraint? The way you treated them with normal kindness despite knowing that they served Gwi Ma? The way Gwi Ma’s voice quieted when they were around you? The way you made them feel more human than they had in centuries?

There was more to say between them. Of course there was, they were fond of this half human, half demon girl and they were plotting to destroy her world and kill her sister and her friends. And the moment you told them your weakness, they would have to exploit it to make the Honmoon and the Hunters shatter.

The Saja Boys felt a creeping feeling of despair.

~~~

That morning, you had gotten the girls up and made them something to eat then let the wardrobe and makeup team up. Their outfits were already set out in the living area along with the girls' makeup. The girls hated this part, usually doing their own makeup but it kept appearances up when there was a team doing final checks on their appearances. And pampering them. It also gave more people more jobs.

It was totally chaotic and you caught yourself scratching every now and then before your focus was drawn to something else.

“Okay okay okay, girls, team, everyone down to the cars! Gotta get the venue set up!” Bobby ushered everyone toward the elevator, the girls and you going down first and Bobby would follow with the rest of the team. You were so thankful for a private garage. It kept rabid crowds of fans trek crowding them.

When they got there, they set up the tables and the posters quickly, you making last minute adjustments to their appearance. For fan sign events, you stood behind the girls to get them anything they needed and to take care of gifts the fan gave them to keep room on the table.

Bobby set the last of the posters in front of them as the girls did final stretches and settled into their seats. “All right, team, I know everyone is all Saja, Saja, Saja, but we’re gonna turn it into Huntr/x, Huntr/x, Huntr/x! Yay! These fans slept on the sidewalk, overnight!” He did his best to hype them up.

“And I got all the fuel you guys’ll need to get through the next few hours,” You told them, nodding your head to the box of drinks and snacks you had for them.

The girls did their little circle, cheering each other with their pens, “Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” They whispered.

You took your place behind the girls as the doors opened and the fans flooded in, spearheaded by five people in sleeping bags, “Let’s bring them in! Welcome!”

The five sleeping bags eagerly waddled up to the table despite Bobby’s urging to go in a single file without pushing. You couldn’t help but giggle, it reminded you of the sleeping bag Mira had you design for her for the Met. Maybe they were Mira fans…

“And who should I make this out to?” Rumi greeted them.

“‘To our biggest fans.’”

‘Wait. You knew that sly, antagonistic, pretty voice.’

The sleeping bags dropped and the Saja Boys smoothly posed. Your jaw dropped. Did they really spend all night on the sidewalk just to mess with the girls? Were they that petty? Apparently, yes. Yes they were.

Bobby moved quickly, greeting the boys respectfully despite the interruption and the girls' complaints as they snapped their pens, summoning another table for the boys. But as soon as half the line split to line up in front of the Saja Boys’ table, Rumi stood, “The Saja Boys will sit with us!”

Zoey and Mira protested but the half of the crowd swiftly rejoined the original line as Bobby teared up at Rumi’s genius. The girls rearranged themselves, spreading out though Mira and Zoey clearly didn’t want to.

You couldn’t help the frown you had as Chungae and Kwan sidled up to Mira while Zoey fawned over Hyeon. And Jinu was whispering with Rumi. You did your job, grabbing five more waters from your box to pass out to the boys. It kinda… hurt when they didn’t acknowledge you, you knew they couldn’t, not with the fans and the other girls here, but still. It stung.

You couldn’t help but giggle when Kwan started passing out signed sketch outlines of his abs though.

You blinked and then sighed fondly when Hyeon started barking at a fan for some reason. You bit your lip, you wanted to pull him back but you couldn’t make any contact with the boys like this. You scratched at your arms in stress.

“No!” Zoey hit him with her pen, scolding him, “Bad Saja Boy!”

Hyeon backed down unhappily, pouting as he bit back a growl at the girl. He crossed his arms, sulking. ‘She hadn’t noticed how the fan’s eyes kept flickering up to stare behind them, at you,’ Hyeon mentally growled.

At the same time, Kwan, Mira, and Chungae started fighting over who would sign a fan’s leg cast first. Seeing the huge problem, you grimaced and quickly rushed over since no one else was doing anything.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You waved your arms over them, smiling tensely down at them, “Good idols don’t further injure their fans,” You hissed pointedly though your customer service smile didn’t waver. You shoved Chungae’s pen in his hand and slid the man’s leg over to him first.

”So sorry about any discomfort sir, they were just so excited to sign for you,” You bowed to the fan and scurried back to your place. You made sure to keep a watchful eye on them.

‘Why couldn’t they be like Jum? Jum was just quietly signing the posters and whatever the fans asked to be signed—within reason. Jum is being perfect. Be more like Jum guys.’

Speaking of Jum, he waved you over and you leaned down to offer your ear when he crooked his finger to the squeals of some of the fans. “Do you have any energy drinks? It was a long night on the sidewalk…” He whispered. Your face heated at the sensation of his voice in your ear and his breath fanning over your skin.

‘No! Bad thoughts (Y/n)! Focus on the boy, he wants an energy drink!’

Straightening up stiffly, you didn’t dare say anything because you knew you would stutter and stumble and make a mess of yourself. You smiled and nodded your head, hurrying over to your drink and snack stash. You were not running away from the hot maknae.

Jum couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle fondly as he watched you scurry away to get an energy drink for him. The back of your neck was flushed so he could imagine the flustered look on your face. He hadn’t even meant to, he was just really tired. But your reaction definitely gave him a little bit more energy, at least enough to smile at fans and send hearts at them every now and then. Jinu would owe them big time for this one…

“Here you go, Jum,” His name slipped out without you meaning to but, thankfully, no one seemed to hear you.

Jum took the can with a smile, making sure your fingers brushed as he did, “Thanks (Y/n).”

And then he cracked it open and took a long drink, his throat bobbing with every swallow.

‘Was this fan service!? Run (Y/n)!’

You got out of there as fast as you could. You scurried back to the safety of your drink and snack stash so you could bury your face in your hands until your face cooled down. ‘In front of the fans too…’

You looked up in time to awe over the cutest little girl ever going up to the table with a drawing, her eyes on Jinu. You couldn’t see Jinu’s face as he slowly took the drawing, other fans shouting about how much they loved Jinu.

You blinked, cocking your head in confusion when Rumi suddenly stood, her arms held out to gesture at Jinu, “Isn’t he great? Woo! Jinu, everybody! Yeah Jinu!” Rumi cheered. It set off the crowd of fans, cheering and clapping wildly as they threw bouquets of flowers to each of the Saja Boys.

“‘Woo, Jinu’?” Mira echoed in disbelief. You grimaced, she didn’t sound happy at all…

Jinu then stood, “Unfortunately, the Saja Boys have to run. Thank you, everyone.” The rest of the boys followed his lead.

You stood at attention when Bobby suddenly waved to you, “(Y/n), can you show them to the back exit and call one of the cars around?” He trailed off into muttering about how the boys never had any managers or employees with them, a little disgruntled.

You started to nod when Rumi’s protective streak flared anew, “No!”

Everyone was looking at her.

”Uhhh, I mean, I was gonna ask (Y/n) to get me a, uhhh…” Rumi trailed off, her mind blanking on what to say. The Saja Boys already kidnapped her sister once and put her in danger, she didn’t want them doing it again.

“Some more water! You wanted some more water, right Rumi?” Zoey chimed in, her smile strained as she tried to help.

“Yeah! Yeah, I need some more water!” Rumi agreed quickly. All eyes went to the half full water bottle on the table. She quickly snatched it up and chugged it down. Aggressively.

“Okay… I’ll get you some more water, you can go ahead (Y/n),” Bobby reassured and you smiled awkwardly. There was no getting out of this. Not that you really wanted to get out of it…

“It’s fine, I’ll be right back Rumi,” You reassured your sister before leading the boys to the back as they waved to the fans, “This way.”

As soon as the boys were out of sight of the fans, they sagged with exhaustion, tossing the bouquets out.

You grimaced, and fished them out of the garbage, “Come on guys… I know you guys are tired but, just take some pictures with them later or something, the fans’ll like that…” You knew they were exhausted and probably aching from sleeping on the sidewalk all night but you couldn’t just let them do that right in front of you.

Jinu was quiet behind you, staring thoughtfully at the girl’s drawing in his hand.

“Tired…”

“Too much effort…”

“Can’t do it…”

“Nghhh…”

You shook your head at them, leading them to the back exit as you juggled the flowers in your arms to get your phone and text one of the drivers to come around to the back door.

“Okay, wait right here and one of our drivers will come and take you guys wherever you need to go,” You told them, shoving your phone in your pocket.

You almost fell over when someone’s body weight was suddenly on top of your shoulders, their face resting in the crook of your shoulder. “So tired…” Hyeon groaned. You blushed but couldn’t move before Chungae and Kwan plopped on the ground to lean their back’s against both sides of your legs. Jum pouted, settling with just leaning his head against your arm as all four boys tiredly closed their eyes. You were stuck.

It was like when a cat or a dog deigned you with the honor of them laying in your lap so you didn’t dare shift even a millimeter in the horrible case of you disturbing them. Your muscles were tense and you felt like your legs were going numb but you didn’t dare move.

You looked up flatly when you heard Jinu snickering to himself. “These are your children, shouldn’t you take them?” You hissed at him.

Jinu held his hands up in surrender, “Hey, they like Mama more, that’s not my fault,” He smirked.

The cluster of five people all looked at him in deadpan. Did this guy really just insinuate that he and you were their parents? “Ew.”

Your phone chimed and you slowly shook the boys off, “Alright, car’s here guys.”

They whined but released you and got to their feet. Chungae took your hand in his, swinging them back and forth as he pleaded, “Come with us, wanna cuddle…”

‘Okay, so Chungae got childishly clingy when he was tired. Noted.’

“I can’t, you guys can’t keep kidnapping me. I gotta stay with the girls for this event,” You told him and started herding the boys outside and to the car.

“Fine…” Chungae huffed, mindlessly giving you a kiss on the cheek before he shuffled into the car first, “Bye darling…”

‘Was he really that tired?!’ Your face combusted.

Looks like they were taking turns.

Hyeon was next, taking your hand and pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it before he followed after Chungae, “‘Till next time, princess.”

Kwan wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight hug and oh gosh. You can feel all his muscles. “See you later, babe.” And then he was climbing into the car too.

Jum approached you with a cool air, but his eyes didn’t meet yours as he took your hand in his and gave it a soft, shy squeeze, “Thanks for the drink earlier, beautiful.” You opened your hand as he climbed into the car to see your favorite candy. Was this gift-giving…?

Jinu tried to hide his chuckle at how red and flustered you were as snores started sounding from the car already. You pouted at him. “You look like the co-host from ‘Play Games With Us!’ after the spicy challenge,” He quietly cackled.

Was your face really that red? You pressed your hands to your cheeks to cool them down, tossing the flowers into the car after the boys. “Shut it, pretty boy,” You grumbled petulantly.

Jokes on him, now he was flustered and blushing. Jinu could dish it out but he couldn’t take it when the flirting was directed at him apparently.

Jinu cleared his throat, looking away from your little smirk as he fumbled with his hands. “Okay, uh, I’ll see you around.”

“Okay. Bye Jinu,” You waved as he fumbled to get into the car as you walked back to the door.

“Uh, byeee, ugh,” he cringed at the way his voice came out. You didn’t get to hear him mutter and groan at himself as he quickly closed the car door behind him and the car soon took off.

You shook your head in amusement at the boys and went back inside to finish the event with the girls.

It was hours later of Rumi glancing worriedly at you out of the corner of her eye until the event finished, Bobby grinning happily at the success of the event.

“Great job girls!” He cheered, circling the table as employees cleaned up the venue. He showed his phone to Mira and Zoey joined to see what it was, “The internet loves this, and the internet is never wrong!”

You looked over their shoulders as Mira snatched Bobby’s phone to go through the stories, “Rujinu! That’s genius.” It was a picture of Jinu and Rumi’s feet touching under the table with the caption, ‘Rujinu?! Playing footsie?!’

Mira tapped through to a drawing of Zoey with a glowering baby Jum in her arms and Hyeon at her side with a beaming smile, “Zoeystery. Where did they come up with that?”

And an edit of Mira with Chungae and Kwan on each side of her, the three surrounded by hearts, “Miro-mabby?” Mira tried to sound out the poly ship name as her fist clenched.

“Aw, you’re so cute together!” Zoey cooed lightheartedly.

Your eyes widened when Mira clicked again and this time it was a collage of Jum whispering in your ear earlier, drinking the energy drink, and you burying your red face in your hands with the caption, ‘(Y/n) is literally us, same girl! I hardcore ship it tho! (Y/n) + Baby!’ With plenty of hearts.

Zoey gasped excitedly, “They even did you, (Y/n)!”

You bit your lip, flushing as Mira turned her head to look at you, “You were blushing over them?” She asked you incredulously.

You stared flatly back at her, “I don’t wanna hear it when you kept watching Abby make those sketches of his abs.”

She shrugged, “Point taken.”

Zoey nodded, “Yeah, fair enough.”

~~~

Rumi didn’t know what to do.

On one hand, she had Zoey and Mira with this diss track, racing towards their goal of destroying all demons and trapping them in the demon realm with Gwi Ma for eternity.

On the other hand, she had Jinu and the constant niggling in her head that not all demons deserve to suffer.

And below it all, the protective determination to protect you, her sister. The faster she completed the Honmoon, the faster her and your patterns would be gone so you both could live normal lives. That’s what she wanted for you.

Rumi couldn’t talk to you about what was going on, you wouldn’t understand. And she didn’t want to freak you out over Jinu knowing about her—and by extension—your patterns.

But she did have to talk to Jinu. Maybe there was hope for him. And if there was hope for him, then there must be hope for you and her.

That’s why she gave the note to Derpy to give to Jinu.

So, early in the morning as the sun was just barely about to come up, she saw Jinu waiting for her. “She wants to meet, and she’s late?”

Rumi couldn’t help but sneak up behind him and land on the wall, making him shriek and flail as he turned and saw her suddenly crouched behind him. “You made me come all the way out here so you could jump-scare me?!” He panted, gripping his chest as he felt his heart slowly come down from the hummingbird speed it had jumped to. (Y/n) would never treat him like this…

Rumi jumped down smoothly, ignoring his question. “Follow me.”

He did. “Well, I’m glad you’re finally ready to talk. Although, you could’ve picked somewhere nicer for a date.”

Rumi faltered, “‘Date’? No! Ew! What are you talking about?”

Jinu pointedly held up the invite she had sent him, reading, ‘Save the Date.’

“That doesn’t mean—“ She sighed frustratedly, “You’re so old. This is strictly a business meeting.” She snatched the invite from him, going back to her walk as he trailed after her.

“Right… I thought you were into your friends. Glad it’s not me,” Jinu mused as he followed the purple haired girl.

Rumi blanched again, “What?! No! No way! I— They— We— Just, just keep your nose out of my love life, okay?! Business. Meeting.”

Jinu held up his hands in surrender, “Okay, loud and clear,” He agreed and the two resumed walking, Rumi with much redder cheeks than she had arrived with.

“What if I told you there’s another way to get your freedom?” Rumi asked him, her face serious and solemn now.

“Go on.”

“Help us win the Idol Awards. Because when we win, the Honmoon will be sealed,” Rumi explained, hopping up onto the wall with a touch to the Honmoon so it glowed out over the city. “And that will guarantee your freedom. Gwi Ma will be permanently cut off, and all the demons will be gone from this world. My sister and I will finally be free of these patterns. No more hiding. No more secrets. You can be on this side when the Honmoon is sealed. Away from the demon world, away from Gwi Ma. You can be free from those voices forever.”

Jinu looked away in consideration. Rumi didn’t know his true story, she thought he had made a deal for his family, when in reality, he made the deal for himself. Besides, her thinking was flawed, even he could see it. She was telling herself comforting lies.

“But I am a mistake.”

Jinu frowned at her words, looking up at her.

“Have been since the moment I was born. So, I have to believe. Because if there’s no hope for you, what hope is there for me?”

After a moment, he couldn’t help but ask, “And your sister? Is she a mistake too?”

Rumi looked down, conflicted. “(Y/n)… I don’t want to think so, I love her. But… if we weren’t born the way we were, maybe she would’ve been able to use the Honmoon like us…” Rumi trailed off softly, unsure and bitter over her own conflicted thoughts and emotions on her sister.

They were interrupted by a middle aged woman offering a bracelet to Jinu to give to his ‘girlfriend.’ The two flailed, stumbling over their words until the woman gave Jinu a flat look and Rumi the bracelet with the advice to find a better boy since Jinu was hopeless.

“Well, there’s your answer. Hopeless.”

Rumi gave the bracelet a soft, thoughtful look, “That’s the funny thing about hope. Nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. That choice belongs to you.” She held the bracelet out to offer him, “Here. Think of it as a… friendship bracelet.���

When Jinu took too long to think about it, Rumi turned away to leave with a sigh. “Wait.” He told her, holding his hand out for the bracelet when she turned. She smiled softly and slid it into his hand.

Looking at the bracelet in his hand, he couldn’t help but say, “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you or your sister are mistakes.”

Then they went their separate ways.

~~~

It was all getting to be too much for you.

The girls were at the venue for the Idol Awards since early this morning, practicing their performance for Takedown. You had asked Bobby to deliver snacks to girls for you because you were busy running errands in the city. Bobby had reassured you that he would do that while you did your errands—i.e. getting some air.

Since the fan sign event, you had been scratching at your patterns more and more. The Idol Awards were tomorrow and it seemed like you couldn’t escape Takedown whenever you were in the apartment with the girls. It always seemed to be playing, whether the girls were changing lyrics, working on choreography or just rehearsing singing the song.

And the more time you spent with the Saja Boys, the less you wanted the Honmoon to be completed.

Jum pretended to be aloof but he liked to give you little things that reminded him of you. He often found you while you were out running errands just so he could follow you while you did, no matter how boring it was like getting groceries. The both of you had gone back to the cat cafe the other day and had taken selfies on his phone with the cats. He had a whole album of them now.

Chungae came to your balcony most nights to whisk you up to the tower roof balcony. You two would sit and look out over the city, just talking. He would insert a flirty line every now and then to see you blush and rile you up but would always smooth it over with a fond smile.

Hyeon was more of a wildcard. He would find you while you were getting a breath of fresh air at the park or just in the city. Like he had a built in radar for you, he would find you when you felt stressed and he would distract you. He was a little protective though, growling at people he felt were too close to the two of you.

Kwan was starting to make a foodie out of you. He would barge in during random parts of the day when you were alone to drag you off to a new food place he had found or heard about. No matter how bizarre it seemed, he would always try it and you somehow ended up trying it too. He would draw you into little debates, getting you wound up in your bickering until you were laughing with your eyes passionate as you argued your point.

And Jinu was like a ghost fading in and out between all these different interactions. He was probably the calmest besides Jum and Chungae—it was a little weird that those two were the calmest when they were the two youngest of the group. Jinu introduced you to Derpy, his tiger and the little demon bird that always accompanied him. You laughed when he explained that he had made the hat for Derpy but bird kept taking it. Jinu and you bonded over music. You shared modern music with him, not just modern kpop, but jazz, rock, punk, pop, classical, everything you could think of. The two of you would sit under the night sky, an earbud in each of your ears as you listened to music.

You didn’t want to lose the five boys that had somehow wormed their way into your heart, not when they made you feel more safe and seen than even Rumi did. Besides, if even the five boys who were so kind and comforting to you ended up trapped on the other side of the Honmoon, then what hope was there that you would get to stay? In your stress, your patterns have progressed more than Rumi’s has. She could still wear shorts and skirts if she wanted to, even if her arms and neck had to be covered. But you?

Your patterns have progressed well onto your legs to the point where you couldn’t wear shorts or anything that showed your legs at all. The stress was making you scratch so bad despite you taking Jinu’s advice and trying to keep your nails short, that you had to start bandaging your arms under your sleeves to try and mitigate the harm you were unintentionally doing to yourself.

“(Y/n)?” You looked up at the call of your name. Oh yeah. You were trying to get some air so you went for a walk.

Who is it?

Outtakes:

*Before the Series*

You: “You completely wrecked your private jet?!”

Huntr/x: “It wasn’t our fault! It was the demons!”

You: *Pulling your hair out* “That is literally your excuse for everything!”

…

Jinu: *Resting semi-comfortably on a chair* “So…How you guys doing?”

Saja Boys: *Laying on the cold hard cement sidewalk, plotting Jinu’s death* “Shut the f*** up.”

…

Random Fan: “Awww, Mira, Romance and Abby get along so well, it’s so cute!~”

Mira, Romance, Abby: *Currently trying to kill each other*

Other fan: *side eyeing their friend* “Yeah…so well…”

Random Fan: *Manically whispering* “I will die on this ship.”

…

Jinu: “So, you like those other girls, right?”

Rumi: *Bipanic mode activated, blue screen mode activated* “Uhhhh…”

…

Rumi: “Yeah…me and my sister were born as mistakes.”

The Saja Boys, Mira, Zoey: *Ready to fight* “I’m sorry, what?”

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[justslightlymental]

"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn! 

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned. 

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely. 

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air. 

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac. 

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

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Henchmen for Hire

AKA "Danny is employed as one of the Rogue's henchmen and he's doing so well at being discrete, none of the Bats even know he's committing crime! (They absolutely know.)" prompt idea!!

Y'know what would make this funnier?? Is if Selina Kyle, Catwoman and hoarder of strays, immediately Work Mom'd this kid.

Imagine Danny gets dumped into Gotham by himself. Except there's, like, no ectoplasm - not nearly enough to sustain his Ghost. So, his Ghost form slowly peters out and he's left penniless and powerless on the streets of Gotham. Obviously, the next step would be to find money. But how?? He can't go invisible, intangible, or Full Ghost to help him out here. And there aren't a lot of stand-up places that hire kids younger than 13, so ultimately he's forced to apply for henchmen positions. He doesn't actually find Catwoman's ad. No, she hears through the grapevine that this actual child is applying to be a drug runner for the Penguin or - oh, shit, the Joker??

Absolutely not. Selina is no saint, but she's not going to let another kid be beaten to death by the Joker. Maybe she talks to Harley and finds out where the kid's going, or maybe she just puts in an ad and hires him on the spot. To be honest, she doesn't really expect to particularly like the kid - she'll have him pick up her coffee or something, pay him at the end of the day (standard henchmen pay periods since it's likely they won't live through the end of the week), and clear her conscience.

Except Danny is a little shit.

Danny, for his part, doesn't necessarily want to be a henchman but he figured it'd be more than getting some lady's coffee, right? He imagined an evil man twirling his extra long mustache and smoking a cigar, or mobsters hunched over a gambling table grunting about... playing cards or something, he doesn't know. Instead Danny's told to pick up Catwoman's dry-cleaning. It's almost an insult when he knows she's planning a heist that includes stealing several very expensive items from a museum during an evening showing. Without him, her only henchman!! (So what if he snooped in her office? It's not like it's ghost-proof; she should've expected Bad Behavior from the Very Bad Criminal in her house.)

Selina finds out very quickly that Danny is akin to a rambunctious kitten chewing through her phone charger cable and clawing at her favorite muslin blanket (the one Bruce gifted her from one of their dates). And she's so exasperated that she agrees he can be involved. But only as a distraction and he's told that he needs to scram once the police come because she's not bailing him out of juvie if he gets caught. (She wouldn't, but she could make Bruce do it. Her lover would take one look at Danny's watery doe eyes and cave like he's already experiencing Empty Nest Syndrome.)

So, Catwoman and her littlest henchman plan to rob the Gotham Museum. She buys him a cat-themed facemask (in case things get sticky and he needs a quick anonymous getaway) like ones from Party City, it has little ears poking out from the top and it's adorable. And then it's go time.

Danny's role is to distract the crowd by pretending to be a lost kid and distract Batman if he shows up. Selina will take care of the rest - disarming the alarms, timing the museum workers' shifts, bribing the West Entry security guard, frame-freezing the surveillance cameras, smuggling in the forgery and smuggling out the original, and - well. It'll be nice not to deal with the Big Bat if he shows up, but Selina is used to doing this on her own.

She should've expected that Danny doesn't do what's expected.

Because Danny does his part as the crying, screaming child whose mother is lost amongst the chaos once the museum's power shuts off. He distracts the guards easily. Selina hides away the art, replaces the forgery on the wall, and goes to find her little stray. And Danny is clinging hysterically to The Batman, refusing to be pried off by security guards and museum workers. He's straight up sobbing. Talking about how he loves Batman and Robin, his family is dead, he wants to be Robin, did you know you should be able to see Ursa Major from Gotham but you can't because of the smog, do you think Poison Ivy can just make a lot of trees to unpolluted the air, Nightwing is his favorite superhero, do you think he'll sign an autograph-.

It's astounding how fast that kid can speak while also smearing green snot onto Batman's cape. Danny proves himself to be even more unexpected when he goes off-script, eyeing her and screaming, "Mom!" And Batman's eyes catch hers. Shit. How can she explain a tiny child calling her mother in front of her lover? That'll be an awkward conversation.

Catwoman doesn't take Danny to outings after that. Instead, she has Harley and Ivy take turns "babysitting" (i.e., using Danny as Batfam distractions) while she's at work, kind of like having the fun aunts take you shopping. Danny can do whatever he wants!! With the exception that he needs to be wearing his cat-mask at all times, to properly conceal his identity (neither woman knows he'd already thrown himself at Batman without his mask).

So, while Ivy is destroying a toxic power plant, Danny is stealing Nightwing's escrima sticks, clinging to him, "accidentally" tripping him, doing the Koala-leg thing. He goes all out when Nightwing actually does trip on him - he shrieks that he broke his arm, which forces the vigilante to pay attention to him. Sobs, clings harder, and endures the trip to the hospital on the back of Nightwing's motorcycle with a shit-eating grin.

Harley is beating the hell out of some of Joker's gang. Red Robin is doing surveillance and coordinating with GCPD so they can get the whole circus to Arkham. Except Danny is calling out where Red Robin is hiding with the glittery pink microphone that Harley bought him (originally to sing Doja Cat and Chappell Roan in her car). Joker gang's priority will always be the Batfam because of Joker's obsession with Batman and Danny uses the distraction so Harley can get a couple good swings of her bat in. He cackles maniacally when he hears a muffled, "C'mon, kid!!" from Red Robin.

And the Batkids are just like, Jesus, this kid is literally a nightmare. But they can't do anything! Are they going do arrest a kid? No. Are they going to arrest Batman's lover? No! So, they're stuck dealing with this.... absolute gremlin of a child!!

Danny, of course, is very pleased. The Bats have no idea who he is because of his little cat-mask, he's getting paid literally several grand per week, and Selina - who he's been living with ever since she realized he was homeless - even got him goldfish!

(Bruce is in his office, eyes crinkling in that iconic Dad-Smile, scrolling through candid photos Selina snuck of Danny's chocolate-smeared face while the kid was passed out on her couch. There's a fake ID under the name of Danny Fenton and several pages of foraged school records in a pile on his desk. Bruce eyes his desk drawer where several emergency adoption papers are tucked away.)

[sunnysunsins]

What item Ralsei is theory

UPDATE: this post now exists in video form! With more evidence and some cool art to look at!

So, the most popular takes we've got right now are red horn headband or Asriel's fur (or dust, if you want random angst). But what if he's not tied to Asriel at all?

Ralsei is a drawing Kris made of themself as a monster. They were desperate to fit in with their family, so they drew their monstersona using green crayon and adding details of themselves to the design.

-Ch 3 between the rounds you can leave Susie to talk to Tenna alone, and you can talk to Ralsei in the meantime. If you talk about "his face", he looks away sadly, noting that he knows he "looks like someone". But Kris starts laughing at it.

-Ch 4 while hanging out with Susie in town, you can show her a photo of Asriel. She thinks it's Ralsei photoshoped into the picture and then is put off by how adamantly Kris starts pointing out the differences, even though she doesn't really care.

Ralsei looks like Asriel, because obviously siblings would look similar. That's why Kris drew their sona similar to their brother. If you want to go there, Ralsei has feminine features despite being a guy bc Kris was struggling with their gender identity at the time while drawing the sona.

Ralsei has pink horns and pink eyes. Kris has red eyes and used to wear the red horn headband to fit in with their family. Those traits would be transferred onto their sona. Red color fading into pink with time, as drawings tend to do.

Green crayon is missing bc they used it up to draw the sona a long time ago. Their sweater is green, their sona would wear green too.

(Patpro8-blog in comments added that this could be the reason why the drawer in Kris' dark world room is filled with green crayons, Ralsei wanting them to draw him again)

Also that would explain why Ralsei always walks with his hands behind his back, even in dangerous situations. You know the good old hack of not drawing hands by hiding them behind the character's back that every child uses? It's not him being nonchalant or whatever, he was just drawn that way, it's probably what feels most natural.

And he lives in the school supply closet dark world. In the next room over and in Toriel's classroom there are other drawings that very much feel like Kris-made too. It explains why Ralsei is SO attached to Kris, beyond "player is here". Kris created him, was attached to this drawing of what they'd like to be. And then things happened and the drawing was left in the closet to wither and fade. Waiting for when Kris comes back. Of course Ralsei wants to spend all the time with them now.

It's very likely Kris knows what Ralsei is, and that's why they're laughing, why they're pointing out the differences between him and Asriel. It's not supposed to be "Asriel but darkener", it's supposed to be them as the same monster type their family is.

PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO VERSION if you liked the shorthand points of this theory. There are more in the video!

[sunniques]

— 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 !

➺ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your stepdad shows you how blissful life would be if it was just you and him.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, reader can be carried by cheol, mentions of drugging, daddy kink, spanking, cockwarming, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, mirror sex, having sex while someone else is in the same room, creampies, squirting

➺ WC: 6.5k

NOTE: PLF MASTERLIST. don’t like, don’t read. thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3

Seungcheol is conscious of the fact that he’s been acting out of character ever since his wife returned from visiting her parents. Maybe he’s being too obvious about no longer wanting to stay married, but he doesn’t care. Not when making you happy is the greatest joy in his life.

“Cheolie,” you say sweetly as you gently tug on his hand to get his attention. “Look at this one! It’ll look so good on you!”

You’re giddily pointing at one of the many necklaces on display. It’s exactly the type of jewelry he likes to wear, and his heart tightens with affection at the fact that you know that. Unlike his wife.

“Sir, box this necklace up for me please,” he says to the employee attending you two without looking away from your smiling face.

“The price—”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol waves him off without any hesitation. “I’ll pay whatever price.”

Even the man blushes when Seungcheol brings your intertwined hands to his lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of your hand. His love for you is so clear, and he thinks it’s extremely sweet that your boyfriend(?) bought every single piece of jewelry you said will look good on him without any hesitation.

“What about you, sweetheart?” Seungcheol says as he tugs you closer. “Do you want anything else?”

You tilt your head with a thoughtful hum. The cute bracelet and matching rings were enough for you, but there is something else you want. Something that only Seungcheol could get you and would mean more to you than the things you picked out.

“Will you choose something for me?”

Seungcheol’s heart stutters at the way you blink up at him, eyes shining with affection and anticipation. There’s no way he could ever say no to you, and the more he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you going around wearing something he chose for you. So he pulls you to the opposite end of the counter where the more expensive items are at.

After you’re done, Seungcheol savors the walk to the car. Your hand in his feels so right. It’s almost like his hand was made to fit with yours. Even on the drive home, Seungcheol doesn’t let go of your hand. He’s not ready to yet. Knowing that he’ll have to let you go and act like you didn’t spend the day together is getting harder for him. Having to hide everything he feels for you is bothering him more and more as the days go on.

“We’re home!” You call loudly as you walk into the large foyer.

“You’re back!”

Your mom rises from the couch when you step into the living room. Immediately, she goes to hug your stepdad. You stifle a laugh when Seungcheol obviously dodges her kiss and it lands on his cheek instead. Your mom frowns but doesn’t say anything. Instead she focuses on all the shopping bags in her husband’s hands.

“What’s all this?” She glances up at her husband before looking back at you. “Did you ask Seungcheol to take you shopping?”

“He offered,” you say casually, trying not to sound smug. “Since we’re spending next week at the villa.”

Your mom sighs and looks at her husband pointedly. “You didn’t need to buy her so many things.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Seungcheol says sincerely. “It’s the first time we’re going away together as a family, so I wanted to spoil her a little.”

Your mom frowns, but doesn’t argue. “Fine, but Y/N, at least help your stepdad with the bags!”

Seungcheol waves his wife off, assuring her once again that it’s no problem. You shrug insouciantly when your move gives you an irritated look. It’s not your fault her husband’s love language is acts of service (not that she would know). Instead of lingering downstairs so she can nag you, you follow your stepdad upstairs.

A warm feeling tugs on your chest when you see him set down all the bags beside your bed. You wonder what it would would be like to live every day like this—a life where it’s just you and him. The fleeting thought pushes you to go and hug him from behind.

Seungcheol smiles when you lean your head against him and tighten your arms around his waist.

“Thank you for my gifts, Cheolie.”

The words are spoken sincerely and with no trace of lust. Only with pure, unadulterated affection. It makes him smile wider. “You’re welcome, baby.”

You two stay like that for a while until your mom’s voice calls for her husband. A petulant frown takes over your face as you reluctantly step away from Seungcheol. It’s times like these where you wonder how much longer you can keep doing this. Sharing him wasn’t (that much of) an issue for you before, but things shifted drastically after the weekend you two spent alone. Now, Seungcheol feels more like yours than he ever has.

What you don’t realize is that your stepdad feels the same way, only his feelings are ten times more intense than your own.

That night, Seungcheol lays in bed and goes over his plan to make sure his wife doesn’t get in the way next week. He plans to have fun with you and only you. It’s the perfect opportunity to show you what a life with him will be like. By the end of the week, he knows you’ll want nothing more than to start a life where it’s just the two of you.

“Mom, it’s not a real vacation if you work the entire time,” you say with a sigh.

As usual your mom waves you off with a disinterested hum. She types away on her computer, only pausing to take a sip of her coffee. “I just need to answer a few emails.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

Even though it’s such a nice day out, your mom refuses to go anywhere. The most she’s willing to do is sit out on the terrace and work. It makes you wonder why she suggested this vacation in the first place.

“Why don’t you go keep Seungcheol company?” Your mom suggests without looking up. “He’s inside watching a movie.”

You sigh again and head to the living room where your stepdad is. Licking your lips, you go over and join him on the couch. Seungcheol smiles warmly when you sit down next to him. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you closer. His hand slowly trails up until his fingers are teasing your nipple. The thin sundress you’re wearing makes it easy for him to get it to pebble.

“You look so cute, princess,” Seungcheol says as he roughly squeezes your tit. “Did you wear my favorite dress on purpose?”

The devious smirk you give him makes him groan quietly. He yanks up the hem of your dress, exposing your plush thighs and bare pussy to the cool air. Seungcheol licks his lips. “Fuck. You just wanted me to see your cute little cunt, didn’t you, brat?”

“Yes,” you say as your body burns with need.

You spread your thighs, bearing your dampening cunt completely for your stepdad. Seungcheol goes to cup your pussy, thumb slowly rubbing dizzying circles on your clit.

“You’re already so wet,” he groans in delight. “What a little slut.”

You mewl as he slowly sinks two fingers into your clenching hole. A loud whine gets stuck in your throat as Seungcheol’s fingers venture deeper into your needy cunt, eagerly seeking out the spongy spot that always reduces you to a moaning mess. You rock your hips slightly as you turn your head to bury it in his broad shoulder.

“Daddy,” you whimper as his fingers flex deeper into your soaked pussy. “Make me cum.”

“Nasty girl,” Seungcheol’s smirk is wolfish as he sinks a third finger into you. “You that desperate for me?”

Your cunt throbs and releases more juices as his long fingers scissor you open. Arousal pools in the pit of your stomach as your tight walls flutter around his fingers. They slowly pick up the pace, reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes—fuck. It feels so good, daddy,” you whine brokenly as your tight walls suck on his fingers.

“You’re going to get us caught if you keep being loud, baby,” Seungcheol groans as his thick cock strains against his sweatpants.

You moan softly when his fingers slide deeper inside you to press against the sensitive spot that always makes your brain shut down. He laughs in his throat when your eyes shut and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. The sound of your arousal gets louder with every passing moment. Seungcheol’s eyes are dark as he grabs your leg to hook it over his own to spread your pussy wider for him.

“God, just look at how wet you are,” Seungcheol uses his free hand to grab the back of your head and force you to watch as he plays with your squelching pussy. “Dripping all over my nice couch.”

“Can’t help it, daddy,” you whimper as you watch his long fingers penetrate your tight hole. “I’ll lick it clean later.”

Seungcheol lets out a low groan, cock throbbing at your filthy words. You’re both entranced with how your cream is coating his long fingers, noticeably creating a ring where his wedding band is. You can’t deny that you love how your juices stain the metal. It’s like you’re claiming his as yours.

“Nasty little slut,” Seungcheol growls as he works your pussy open. “You like daddy fingerfucking you while your mom is on the terrace?”

You close your eyes and nod dizzily.

“Keep your eyes open, brat.”

The demand is followed by a harsh slap on your cunt. Your loud cry mixes in with the lewd sounding smack. Seungcheol quickly stifles your cry by smashing his lips onto yours. He swallows all your moans and mewls as he forces his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue massages yours is enough to push you over the edge.

Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as your orgasm rips through you. Seungcheol groans into your mouth as you gush all over his fingers. Your soft cry sounds so hot, even if it is stifled by his mouth.

“That’s it, princess,” he murmurs adoringly as you grind into his hand. “Fuck. It’s so easy to make you cum.”

You whine when he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt. Your pussy flutters when you see sticky strings of arousal clinging to his long digits. Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk before he sucks on his fingers, groaning lowly at your sweet taste.

“Can I have your cock now, daddy?” You bat your eyelashes in the way that always gets him to do what you want.

Seungcheol immediately pulls down his sweats enough to let his cock spring free. It pulses with need as he goes to lay you on your back. Your dress is pulled higher to completely expose your messy pussy.

“Be good for me, baby,” your stepdad hisses as he rubs his leaking tip between your folds.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Seungcheol collects your arousal on his cock. He smirks down at you before slowly easing into you. His groan makes you clamp down on him.

“Goddamn,” Seungcheol groans when he finally bottoms out. “Pretty little pussy’s always so fucking tight.”

Impatient as ever, you start to grind up into him, using his cock like a toy. Seungcheol’s eyes gleam with fondness as your juices smear all over his pelvis. He starts to move, hips grinding into yours. You moan quietly as his thick cock stretches and fills your needy hole.

“Harder, daddy,” you whine like the brat you are. “Make me cum all over your big cock.”

Seungcheol growls quietly. He loves how nasty and needy you get whenever your mom’s around. As always, he can’t deny you or himself that pleasure. Your stepdad starts fucking into you roughly, making your pretty tits bounce in your dress. He roughly yanks down the material, loving how hard your nipples are. He swoops down to suck and bite on them, hips never stopping as he fucks his thick cock into your aching cunt.

“Daddy!” You mewl, arching your back and forcing your tit deeper into his mouth.

You love how he’s fucking you like some mindless animal. His cock is drenched with your cream, completely coated to the hilt. You cry out when his leaking tip hits your sweet spot, repeatedly ramming it over and over again.

Seungcheol nips at your nipple before moving to give the other one the same attention. His heavy balls slap your ass with every thrust, and he can feel his orgasm quickly approaching.

The sound of the glass doors sliding open startles you, but not enough to tell your stepdad to stop. Seungcheol slows his movements, but makes no move to slip out of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a too loud pop and slowly straightens out. You cover your mouth with your hands, pussy clenching as you hear footsteps fade into the direction of the kitchen.

“Honey, where’s Y/N?”

Seungcheol eyes flicker down to you, cock throbbing at the sight of you all fucked out underneath him. All his wife has to do is walk in his direction to see her lovely daughter stuffed full of cock with her pretty tits out. She’d see the remnants of his spit on them and know he was licking and sucking on them like he’d never done to hers.

“She went upstairs. I think the movie bored her.”

Luckily, only your stepdad’s head and shoulders are visible from over the back of the couch. You’re completely hidden, which is why Seungcheol slowly starts to drive his girthy cock into you. You’re sure that if the movie wasn’t playing, your mom would be able to hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to have to jump on a call in a bit,” your mom says dismissively, clearly not too interested in your whereabouts. If only she knew. “I’ll be out on the terrace for a while.”

“Fine,” Seungcheol’s voice is a bit strained as his wife comes out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. “Just make sure you tell your boss that this is the only call you’ll take this week.”

His hips have stopped moving by now, but the fact that you can tell your mom has come closer makes you clench down on his cock. You stifle a whine as you carefully grind on his dick. Your clit bumps against his pelvis, making your eyes cross from pleasure.

“You know I can’t do that,” your mom sounds disapproving as she looks down at her phone. “The company needs me. No one knows more about this proposal than I do.”

Using the distraction on her phone to his advantage, Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you down on him as he gently thrusts forward. The fat tip of his cock slams right into your sweet spot, and you can barely hold back your moan. Light tremors rake through your body as your stepdad keeps fucking you while his wife in none the wiser. His hands slip down to your thighs before he presses them into the couch to keep you spread for him.

Fuck. It’s such a filthy sight that he almost wishes his wife would see it. That way she would see for herself how much better you look taking his cock.

“Okay. Just let me know when you’re done working. Y/N wanted to go to the beach later.”

His heated gaze stays on you as his wife mumbles a dismissive agreement. Seungcheol’s cock throbs as his wife walks back out to the terrace, sliding the door closed with an audible click.

Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh and immediately goes back to pounding your hot cunt. He grabs your hips and pulls you to meet his rough thrusts. Loud squelching and skin slapping fills the large room as your ravenous stepdad uses you to get closer to his orgasm.

“God, baby. You get so tight when you think we might get caught.” Seungcheol groans loudly, knowing his wife has put in her earphones by now to focus on her meeting. “You like the idea of your mom catching you fucking her husband?”

You nod through an impetuous moan. “Yes—fuck. I wonder what she’d do if she saw how much better you like my little pussy.”

“Filthy little brat,” Seungcheol groans fondly as he keeps pumping his leaking dick into you.

“You like it too, daddy,” you moan as his frantic movements grow rougher. “Just knowing your wife might walk in and see you stretching me out on your big cock turns you on.”

Seungcheol moans, unable to deny it. He starts to rub fast circles on your raw clit, eager to get you to cum on his cock. He gives you a filthy smirk when you tighten around him again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cream all over my cock so I can fill you up like you want?”

Your stepdad fucks into you harder when you moan out a desperate yes. He rams his cock deeper into your pussy until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. Filthy noises mix in with the forgotten movie as Seungcheol’s thick cock spears into your messy hole. His fingers play with your sensitive bud, quickly driving you over the edge from how good it all feels.

You wrap your legs around him, pussy convulsing as you cream all over his dick.

Seungcheol groans out your name, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm. Your pulsing walls grip his cock tightly, effectively milking him for his hot cum. He shoots thick ropes into your pussy, filling you to the brim. You happily take it all, loving how it drips down his cock with every needy grind. He slaps your pussy playfully before capturing your lips in another nasty kiss.

You gently nip at his soft lips, not wanting to separate from him yet. “Let’s go upstairs, daddy. We need to clean up before lunch.”

Sometimes, you wonder if your mom cares about you at all. In the morning, you wake up to a text saying she’s cutting the vacation short because an emergency came up at work. You almost think you’re still dreaming until you rub the sleep out of your eyes and read the text again.

It’s not disappointing, not exactly. From the start you knew she didn’t actually want to go on vacation. It was just another attempt to save her failing marriage, but as usual, she put her career first.

You roll out of bed and go to the master bedroom. Right away, you can tell your mom is gone. All her stuff is gone, and you wonder just how early she got up to catch a flight back home. You pout when you notice that Seungcheol also isn’t in the room. Since your mom is gone now, you had planned to wake him up with some head. Just as you contemplate your next move, you hear noise coming from downstairs.

One thing you never thought you’d see is Seungcheol standing at the stove, shirtless and only wearing pajama bottoms. He’s cooking something that smells delicious, and the fact that he looks so hot doing it just makes it even better.

You quietly walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his chiseled torso. “Morning, Cheolie.”

“Morning, baby.” He says fondly.

Your stepdad shudders when you place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. He basks in your touch, glad that you don’t immediately pull away from him now that you’re alone.

“I’m glad she’s gone,” you say after a while. “That way I can have you all to myself.”

Seungcheol knows he’s blushing, and he’s glad that you can’t see it. His heart pounds as he hums in agreement.

“We can do whatever you want, baby. Just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

You grin against his back, already planning the perfect day with him in your head.

After you two have breakfast, you and Seungcheol head to the beach. It’s a beautiful day out, and you love that you can openly hold his hand and be affectionate with him to your heart’s content.

“Let me put sunscreen on you, princess.”

You lay on your stomach, humming in delight when your stepdad’s big hands smooth down your back and legs. He really works the cream into your skin, making sure no place goes untouched. Once he’s done, you grin at him.

“Your turn.”

Seungcheol feels like he’s in heaven. He’s lying on his back with you sitting on his lap in the tiniest bikini he’s ever seen. You’re rubbing sunscreen all over his chest and torso, cooing about how hot he is every thirty seconds. He sees other men looking at him with pure envy, and that just makes the experience all the more sweeter. Because he belongs to you, and it’s clear that everyone on the beach knows it.

You spend most of the day at the beach, building sandcastles and playing in the pretty ocean. Being with Seungcheol makes you feel alive and at ease. He’s so easy to be with, and you can tell he feels the same way.

When you return to the villa, Seungcheol tells you to shower and get ready because he’s taking you to one of his favorite restaurants. The way you run upstairs while squealing with excitement is so endearing to him. He yells a reminder to use the bathroom in the master bedroom since that’s where you’ll be staying for the rest of the week. He laughs heartedly when you respond with yes, daddy!

Seungcheol has never felt more lucky than he does now with you on his arm. You cling to him as you’re escorted to a secluded table with a fantastic view of the city. Seungcheol pulls out your chair, eyes trained on the glittering necklace around your neck.

“You keep staring,” you say teasingly as your stepdad goes to sit down.

“It’s because you look incredible in diamonds,” he says honestly. “I’ll have to get you matching earrings next time.”

Your stomach flips in excitement. Not because he’s talking about getting you something incredibly expensive to go along with the diamond necklace he bought you, but because he says it like you deserve nothing less.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, eying the necklace you picked out for him.

“My girl has incredible taste.” He says with a flirtatious smile.

The words make your heart stutter. It’s the first time he’s said something like that without being in a sexual setting. You don’t hate it. Actually, you like it a little too much.

“What kind of wine do you prefer?” Seungcheol wonders as he looks through the menu.

“Choose for me,” you say. “I want to know what you prefer.”

Seungcheol tries to contain his smile as he tells the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine. It’s hard not to feel like a giddy schoolboy when you make it clear the relationship you two have is not just one sided. His heart soars every time you demand to know more about him.

The rest of the night feels like a beautiful dream, one that neither of you want to wake up from.

“Let’s go upstairs. I want to fuck you properly.”

You laugh excitedly as Seungcheol leads you up the stairs. He’s playfully biting at your neck and letting his hands roam your body. It feels so blissful that you barely register that you’ve made it to the master bedroom.

Seungcheol spanks your ass before he’s desperately yanking your dress off. You go to take off the expensive necklace you’re wearing, but he stops you.

“Leave it on.”

You feel arousal drip down your thighs as you go to lay on the bed. Seungcheol quickly takes off his own clothes. His eyes are locked on your body, staring at you like you’re his prey. You’re no better. Like always, you can’t take your eyes off of his girthy cock.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” Seungcheol demands as he gets on the bed. “I need to taste you.”

You do as he says, eager to feel his tongue slipping through your folds. A loud moan cuts through the air when he buries his face in your pussy. He places open mouth kisses on your lips and clit, eager to make you fall apart on his tongue.

“Fuck, daddy,” you moan at you use your hands to hold yourself open for him.

Seungcheol fucks his tongue into your fluttering hole, moaning at the taste of you. He quickly loses himself in your taste, slurping up every bit of your arousal. You clench down on his tongue as he messily licks back up to your clit. You writhe underneath him as he sucks your pulsing bud into his hot mouth. Eagerly, you grind your clenching cunt into his mouth.

“So fucking sweet,” your stepdad groans as he slowly pulls back.

You cry out when he gives your pussy a harsh slap. The wet smack sends tingles up your spine. Your pussy is pulsing as you stare at Seungcheol with hungry eyes. His lower face is completely covered with your juices, and he’s never looked hotter. You moan when he slaps your cunt again. It hurts so good, and you arch into it when he keeps doing it. Each slap is harder than the last, and by the time he’s done, you’re gushing all over the sheets.

“Roll over for me, baby.”

You do as he says, pussy clenching in eagerness. He’s always so rough when he takes you from the back. Seungcheol’s eyes are dark as he yanks you toward him. Just when you think he’s going to tease you, he sinks his cock into your pussy.

“Take daddy’s cock like a good little princess.”

You let out a wanton cry when he harshly bottoms out. His leaking tip slams right into your g-spot and forces more juices out of your hot cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you deepen your arch.

“Fuck me, daddy!”

Seungcheol growls in his throat before he pulls his cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your clenching heat. Arousal gushes from your pussy at his rough movements. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. A quiet whine escapes you when Seungcheol grabs your hair and pulls your head up to make you look into the mirror across from the massive bed. The sight is so filthy and hot that you start to lose yourself in the pleasure of it all.

Your stepdad starts pounding into your tiny pussy, fat cock stretching you out just how you like. As your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hips start to move on their own accord, rocking back on him to get his dick deeper inside of you.

“That’s it, baby,” Seungcheol groans, drilling his cock deeper into your squelching pussy. “Work that hot little cunt on your stepdad’s cock. Fuck. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You move your hips more eagerly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot. He’s relentless, fucking you like you’re nothing more than a hole.

“Keep your eyes on me, brat,” Seungcheol commands as he gives your ass a hard smack.

He meets your eyes in the mirror and smirks. God is he fixated on you and the way you look while he’s splitting you open. Your diamond necklace dangles with every rough thrust, and it makes his cock twitch and throb. As always, Seungcheol was right. You look so lovely getting fucked in the diamond necklace he picked out for you.

“Da-Daddy,” you gasp out.

“So fucking tight,” Seungcheol groans, fucking into you harder than before.

The sound of skin slapping together gets louder, and so do your filthy moans. You watch Seungcheol in the mirror, loving how hot he looks while he destroys your pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot, daddy,” you whine as you spread your legs.

Seungcheol hums approvingly and starts snapping his hips into you. He slaps your bouncing ass, pistoning his big cock in and out of your dripping cunt like a madman. You’re completely gone, moaning and mewling like it’s all you know how to do. It makes him go harder, fucking into your tight little pussy with no mercy.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do this outside.” Seungcheol decides, cock throbbing at the idea. “I’ll fuck you out in the open like the nasty slut you are.”

You slip your fingers down to rub your pudgy clit, loving his filthy words and how much they turn you on. Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh when he notices.

“Like that? Yeah, I bet you do,” he groans, taking his eyes off the mirror to watch your pretty ass recoil against his pelvis. “Dirty little brat. I’m gonna cream your little pussy until you can’t take anymore.”

“Fuck, daddy,” you mewl. “You’re so dirty.”

Seungcheol laughs as he drills his cock deeper into your cunt. His heavy balls slap your clit and drive you closer to your climax. All your stepdad has to do is give you one last thrust to push you over the edge. You yell out his name as your pussy gushes with your orgasm. Your stepdad groans loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.

“That’s it, princess. Cream all over daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You bounce back on him, eager to get him to stuff you full. “Cum inside me, daddy!”

Seungcheol moans your name and fucks his cock deep into your cunt before releasing his hot load inside you. Your pulsing walls milk him for everything he’s worth. Thick ropes of cum flood your little pussy until it’s leaking onto the soiled sheets. Slowly, Seungcheol pulls his cock out of your messy pussy. He loves the sight of his cum dripping out of your pretty cunt. It makes him ravenous all over again.

“Get up.”

You lick your lips and follow your stepdad as he gets off the bed. A squeal escapes you when he presses you against the wall. Seungcheol kisses you hotly as he pulls you closer to him. You barely notice as he goes to pick you up. He effortlessly throws your legs over his bulky arms before he teasingly drags his dripping cock over your messy cunt.

“Guide me in, baby,” he says as he presses wet kisses on your jaw. “Let daddy slide into your tight pussy.”

You whimper, pussy dripping with revived arousal. Lust clouds your mind as you go to do as he says. With one hand on his broad shoulder, you grab his cum covered cock and guide it to your soaking entrance. His bulbous tip nudges your pussy before he sinks you down on his throbbing cock. His hips flex as he slowly starts to fuck up into your little cunt.

“God, baby. Your cute little pussy just keeps sucking me in.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks his cock against your sweet spot. Lewd squelching fills the room as your stepdad bounces you on his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his big dick stretches you out for the second time. The slight pain from his thrusts make you clamp down on his cock tighter.

“Daddy,” you mewl almost pitifully. “You’re gonna break my pussy.”

Seungcheol laughs. Not only because you sound so fucked out, but because you rock your pussy down to meet his unhurried thrusts. You’re addicted to his cock, and he loves that you can never hide it.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” he coos, eyes fixed on the way your bouncing tits make the diamond necklace look even prettier.

“Fuck,” you moan when he starts to fuck you harder. You gasp and moan when his hands go to grab your ass.

“Pretty little brat,” Seungcheol groans as he kneads and squeezes your ass. “You always look so pretty when you’re stuffed full of cock.”

He keeps thrusting into you until you’re cumming all over his cock. It makes him laugh in delight. “That’s it. Cream all over daddy’s cock. Fuck. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”

You cry out as Seungcheol keeps bouncing you on his cock while he fucks up into your aching pussy. You’re drunk with pleasure, not bothering to stifle your wanton moans as you get split open with every rough thrust. The room reeks with the smell of sex, and it makes your pussy throb in delight. It always ends up this way, and you love that there’s always evidence left behind of how badly your stepdad is addicted to your tight little pussy.

“Cum again for me, sweetheart. Give daddy what he wants.”

Seungcheol smirks when you let out a fucked out whine. “What? Did daddy already fuck you dumb?”

Your pussy tightens and drips with more juices as you nod stupidly. Once again, your stepdad laughs meanly like he couldn’t be more proud that you can’t even respond to him properly.

Seungcheol squeezes your ass before he walks you back to the bed. You clamp down on him with every step he takes. A petulant whine of protest gets stuck in your throat when he pulls out of you with an obscenely wet sound. He tosses you on the bed before joining you.

“Dumb little brat. You can't stand not being stuffed full of your stepdad’s cock, huh?”

You give him a smirk, a little more lucid now. “Just like you can’t stand not having your cock buried in your stepdaughter’s pussy.”

Seungcheol places your legs over his shoulders and forces his cock back into your needy cunt. You cry out in pleasure, happy that your goading worked.

“You’re right. That’s why I’m gonna have to stay buried in your hot little cunt all week. Keep my little brat nice and full.”

You moan and grind your hips to meet his ravenous thrusts. “Fuck yes. Please, daddy. That’s all I want.”

Something about you begging so prettily and nicely always gets Seungcheol off. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna creampie this sweet little hole the entire time we’re here. That’s what a good stepdad does, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you. “You’ll be a good stepdad and stuff my needy pussy, right, Cheolie?”

Something inside him switches when you use that endearing nickname. You’ve never used it during sex, but he doesn’t hate it. He absolutely loves it because it feels so much more intimate.

“Yes, baby,” his deep voice makes your toes curl. “I’m gonna give you a nice hot load. As many times as you want.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his filthy promise. His cock throbs and twitches inside you as he moves one of his hands to rub and pinch at your puffy clit.

“Cum for me, princess. Need your tight little pussy to milk me again,” Seungcheol coos softly.

You pant wantonly as your stepdad hammers his cock harder into your hot cunt. His fingers keep working your sensitive clit as he spears his thick cock deep into you. It’s all too much, and before you realize it, another orgasm crahses into your body.

“DADDY!” Your scream is loud as you arch your back, pussy gushing and clenching around Seungcheol’s huge cock.

“Fucking shit. That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.” Seungcheol groans as he fucks into your squirting cunt while your walls milk him for all he’s worth.

A feral noise leaves him as he buries his cock to the hilt, girthy length pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum shoot into your pussy. Seungcheol fucks his spunk deeper inside you, leaning down to place gentle kisses all over your face.

“Taking it so well,” he murmurs adoringly, cock throbbing with pleasure. “Such a good girl for me.”

Seungcheol captures your lips in a heated kiss as his cock releases the last bit of cum. He pulls away and gives you one last affectionate peck before he sits up. His cocks slowly slips out of you, and Seungcheol’s eyes get impossibly darker when he sees his cum slowly tricking from your pussy. You love the possessive look on his face so you clench your pussy to push out more of his hot cum.

“This week’s going to be perfect.” He sighs contentedly.

You hum in agreement, making grabby hands at him. Seungcheol smiles sweetly and goes to cuddle you how you want. You sigh into his chest, letting the exhaustion take over.

“Love you, Cheolie. So much.”

Seungcheol presses a sweet kiss to your hair, basking in the feeling of having you in his arms. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”

“So, how’s your vacation going?”

Seungcheol hums against your scalp, holding back a groan when you unconsciously clench down on him. You two decided to spend the day by the pool, which led to you wanting to cockwarm him. So now, he’s laying on one of the pool chairs with you on top of him. Your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as his big cock pulses inside of you.

The fact that he can lull you to sleep while his dick is inside you is so endearing to him. It’s one of his favorite things in the world, and once he hangs up his call he’ll fuck you awake, just how you like.

“Amazing,” Seungcheol doesn’t bother to hide the bliss in his voice. “Thanks again for calling my wife into work.”

Jeonghan laughs deviously. “I owed you one. You helped me pull off my plan.”

Seungcheol laughs along as he thinks back to the pills he gave his friend for his own nefarious agenda. “It took you longer than I thought.”

“You of all people know that plans like ours take time. If anything went wrong, I would’ve lost everything.” Jeonghan sighs as he thinks back on how long it took to perfectly orchestrate everything. “And you know I would never let myself be a bad guy in my little girl’s eyes.”

It’s true. He’s sure Jeonghan would rather die than have his stepdaughter think less of him.

“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan says after a beat of silence. “What’s the next step? I can only keep your wife busy with work for so long.”

Seungcheol grins when you cuddle deeper into his neck. You’re close to waking up, so he’ll have to cut his call short.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a devious grin as his hand smooths down your back. “By this time next year, my ex wife won’t even be a thought.”

[highdramas]

in terms of your recent post, maybe abbot x professional athlete! reader — (volleyball/gymnastics/swim/soccer etc.) she comes in for a devastating ACL tear or something of the like and he’s the one who treats her? maybe jack recognizes her because robby & him would catch your teams games every now and he’s caught off guard seeing you up close, and afterwards reader stops by a couple days later to drop by some tickets to the next match and perhaps her phone number…

spinning out | dr. jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x f!figure skater!reader warnings: language, angst with a happy ending, age gap (unspecified, but reader is late early 30s and jack is mid/late 40s), almost certain medical inaccuracies because i have no idea what i'm talking about but i researched and did my best <3 word count: 3.4k summary: you are pittsburgh's sweetheart, the ice princess, the hometown hero. when you come into the emergency room on the worst day of your life, jack is the one who meets his match. notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with my work or this fic. i once again took some liberties with this request, but i hope that you enjoy it! i decided to make reader a figure skater! one of my many favorite fixations! not proofread so apologies for errors <3

the screaming that comes from chairs is enough to get the attention of any tuned-in physician or nurse. but it especially gets jack’s attention– because it’s not just screams that indicate pain, or fear. there’s just… general commotion. and that can be a lot more dangerous than anything else.

everyone in the chairs is on their feet– if they can be. jack and dana barrel out, trying to parse out what exactly it is that’s happening. but the second that he lays his eyes on you, he knows why.

you’re the face known all around pittsburgh. your face is on many billboards, definitely in the newspaper, and regularly on the local news. and it’s been this way since jack moved to pittsburgh, back in 2015. at the time, he remembers you looking so fresh faced– only twenty, and you were on track to be one of the best figure skaters in the world. call it morbid curiosity, but jack had kept up with your career, loosely, in the way that most people who lived in pittsburgh is. that's what he told himself, anyway.

“alright, alright, everyone sit the fuck down and stop crowding around her,” jack calls, approaching you and the gaggle of people who surround you. you still wear a dazzling outfit, catching every single light and refracting it back out. your feet are socked but there are no skates to be found, and two people on either side of you helping hold you up right-- barely. you look abysmal, when you finally make eye contact with him– mascara trails down your cheeks, hairs are out of place, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen an expression so… hardened. “come on, we’ll help you. dana– get a wheelchair.”

jack helps the people he learns are your coaches transfer you to the wheelchair. you still haven’t uttered a word– you just look down at your hands, pick the skin around your cuticles. “we think it’s an acl tear,” your coach says to jack. “happened during a competition. a smaller one, thankfully. we don’t need that kind of scrutiny.” this makes jack’s face screw up slightly, but he continues to listen. “we just– we’ve gotta have her back on the ice next week.”

“dana, go ahead and wheel her back to south-9, i’ll be right in.” jack turns his attention to your coach. a stark woman, small eyes, full lips, very obviously tanned. “alright,” he claps his hands together. “you all are going to have to stay out here. we’re very packed in the er, so i can’t have you back. we’ll come out and grab you when we have an update. okay?”

he can tell that this doesn’t please her, but he doesn’t really care. because while she’s bemoaning the possibility of more people bearing witness to what is likely one of the worst moments of your life– not for your sake, but for the sake of image… jack knows himself. he won’t be able to work effectively with that type of squawking in his ear.

when he goes to central, he points at dana. “don’t let coach and company in. feel me?”

“i feel you, boss,” she says without looking up from her computer. “donnie’s in there right now, but she’s ready for you.” she looks up at jack, plucking her readers off. “never a dull moment, huh? we got celebrities now!”

he tries to find it amusing, but then he remembers the look on your face, and he can’t find the humor within the situation. he simply squeezes dana’s shoulder, turns around, and takes a deep breath before he enters south-9.

–

the door opens. click shuts. you hardly hear it– all you hear is the blood in your ears. all you feel is the throbbing in your knee. all you know is that it’s over.

you took pride in what you do. you love ice skating– as an art form, as a way that you have honed your body over many, many years. you’re proud of all of the regional, national, world competitions you’ve won– you’re proud of all of that. and really, you only wanted one more thing. you knew it was a stretch, you knew it was a strain on your body, you knew, at 30, some think you’re too old for your sport… but it didn’t matter.

you just wanted to win gold. once in your life.

you’ve had silver, and bronze, you’ve gotten close to gold the last two olympics– neck and neck with your competitor, who ultimately, worked harder. was better than you. that’s what you tell yourself. that’s what your coaches have told you, to push you. your family doesn’t say it, but you feel it radiating off of them.

you don’t need the doctor to tell you that it’s over. you felt it the second that you landed wrong and crumpled to the ice, a glittering pile of dreams that will never be realized. you cried, not from the pain– you know pain intimately, have walked side by side with pain your entire life. you cried because it was all for nothing.

“hi. i’m dr. abbot.”

you don’t respond.

he sits in one of those spinny stools that all doctors use. you finally glance at him. “you don’t have to say it,” you wipe at your cheeks. “6-8 weeks until i can get back on the ice after an ACL tear. this isn’t my first tear, so i’ll likely need grafting surgery. so who knows how much further that would set me back.”

“wow. you want my job?” he tries to crack the tension but it’s no use. not really.

you’re approaching catatonic.

but it’s like a nail pops a balloon, and suddenly, all that you are is a heaving, sobbing mess.

the doctor– dr. abbot– sits with you. at one point, he offers you a tissue. then, the trash bin to throw it. and then, his hand.

you don’t think twice before you take it. you take it and you squeeze and you use it to tether yourself because everything feels like it’s floating away from you– a career, a dream, a desire.

but other things, too.

pain. being talked down upon. only being useful for one thing.

he doesn’t leave. he doesn’t even move a muscle. others try to come in and swap out and at one point you swear he says, “shen, fuck off, i’m busy.”

you don’t know how long you cry. you’re exhausted after. and itchy, because this stupid outfit clings in every spot that hurts and it feels like a humiliation ritual more than anything else, at this point.

“can i–” your throat is scratchy, and jack hands you a water bottle. you chug at it, greedy. “can i get a gown? and–” you look around, as if scared that they might be there behind you. “tell my coaches to fuck off and go home?”

a small smile creeps onto jack’s features. “yes, i can do that.” he hesitates before he stands up. “we’re gonna get you all checked out. see what we can do for you, and what orthopedic surgery is going to need to do. and we’ll be able to determine how long until you can skate again. alright?”

you nod your head. he finds your eyes. “we got you. alright?” tears are still brimming, hanging off your eyelashes like the saddest dew drops known to man.

–

it doesn’t look good. your assessment of your injury was largely accurate, jack found, when he began his examination of your knee with a delicate touch– being as intune with your body as you are, jack isn’t surprised. he comes back with x-rays and brings in ellis to observe. “you’re smart, i’ll give you that,” he says as he enters the room, and he’s proud of himself when you smile. you’re changed, and he thinks that someone must have given you a makeup wipe, because your face is fresh and beautiful and he has to clear his throat before he continues with his diagnosis and what he’d recommend for treatment.

“you’re looking at, maybe 16 weeks before you can get back out. and that’s entirely dependent on how you heal after the surgery. and even if you do start skating, you’re going to need to take it slow.” he finds your eyes. this is the kind of news that he hates delivering, and he thinks if he has to do it, he can at least look someone in the eye while doing it. they’re beautiful– and they have a depth to them that he doesn’t find in most. you’re not scared off by his eye contact. you maintain it with little effort. “i’m sorry.”

the chuckle that you let out causes a shiver to run down his spine. it’s so humorless, that it creates a chasm inside of him that wants nothing more than to make it better. “yeah, of course it is.” you lean your head back. “the press will be here soon.”

jack and ellis share a glance. “your team is talking to them outside, we believe,” ellis says with a wince.

you smirk. “ah. of course.” you look back to abbot. “thank you for your help. i’m sorry i’m wretched. just…” you shrug. “what a shitty fucking day.”

“yeah, i don’t doubt it.” he chews on his lip. “can we arrange to have someone else pick you up once you’re cleared?”

“there’s no one else,” you say seamlessly. “i’ll call an uber.”

it’s odd, he thinks to himself. seeing you up close and personal, real. he would’ve thought you were entirely delicate, a beautiful flower kept in a box, plucked out, and put onto the ice to entrance everyone who watches you. but you’re so human and alive and he can sense this way that you’ve been treated, and when you say there’s no one else except these people who look at you as a product, a brand, a liability… something snaps.

“we’ll arrange to have someone take you home. it’s a risk to have you take any sort of public transportation where someone can’t assist you into your home.”

you look between the two physicians. your eyes land on jack and he thinks that you might fight it– but then, you concede, and give a meek nod of your head, and he feels that tightening in his chest that he keeps experiencing. he wants to wrap you up and hide you away– far away from those people taking advantage of you.

he’s just starstruck. that's what he decides to chalk it up to.

–

dr. jack abbot does ensure you’re driven home by someone. he is very professional, and polite, as he instructs you on when to return to the hospital for a pre-op appointment, and how to manage your pain in the meantime.

eventually, you do have surgery. eventually, you’re back in PTMC, and your eyes trail on the emergency department as you go past it, wondering if you might be able to sneak a glimpse of him.

you fire your coaches. you tell your team to fuck off. your publicist can hardly get ahold of you, and, naturally, everyone wants a statement. it makes you laugh to think about it. yeah, you’d like a statement too, you think. bitter. always so bitter in those first weeks after.

once you start recovering from surgery, the bitterness dissipates, but you certainly don’t sweeten to what has happened to you. you watch with bloodshot eyes, the footage of it happening. you’re rapt with it, and it’s a little sadistic, you think to yourself– but you can see the exact moment of the tear. the exact moment everything shifts.

that night, you write find a therapist down on a to-do list.

your first session, as you recount the story to her, you get hung up on the portion in the emergency room. you explain it in great detail, and when it gets to your doctor… “i broke,” you admit with a shrug. “i broke in the emergency room. and the doctor, he stayed. you know– sonja, and marci, they were both out there. yes, he asked them to stay back, but it was because even the doctor could see it. that they didn’t care about me. they didn’t care if i was okay. they cared that i wasn’t functional anymore.” you stop yourself. steel yourself. “but he stayed with me. he held my hand when he cried. and i can’t…” you look down at your hands, pick at already raw cuticles. “i couldn’t remember the last time someone was so nice to me, just for the sake of being nice.”

your therapist suggests you go back, and thank dr. abbot. you think this is a good idea, but you’ve spent so much time being an ice skater, you don’t know if you really know how to be a human being anymore. how do you talk about anything that’s not a diet, choreography plans, workout regimine, or regional scores? do you know how to be earnest, and real, and honest?

you hobble towards the emergency room, the brace you wear restricting your mobility, but you’d finally gotten off the crutches, thank god. you hold a box of cookies that you had baked yourself– with all this newfound free time, and with the fact that you could actually eat, freely, in a way that was almost certainly healthier than whatever restrictive nonsense you were doing before, you’d picked up baking as a hobby. you weren’t great. but you weren’t horrible, either.

it felt so good to just be mediocre at something. to not care. to just enjoy it for the sake of enjoying it.

you approach the registration desk. she– lupe, her nametag says– recognizes you instantly, you can tell. you say hello, and introduce yourself by name anyway. “um– dr. abbot treated me here, about five weeks ago. i was wanting to say…” you attempt to slow you breathing, your nervousness. “i was wanting to see if i could say thank you.”

lupe gives you a warm smile. “oh, that’s sweet, honey. we all heard about what happened– i am so sorry.” your lips press into a line. the sentiment is kind– but it strikes you, anyway. “let me go see what i can do.”

–

it’s never good when lupe is coming back.

jack snatches the sterile gown, soaked in blood from a woman that he was unable to save, and shoves it into the proper disposal. he rubs sanitizer into his hands and he eyes lupe, trying to muster up a smile. “can i hold onto hope and a prayer that you’re about to tell me something good, and not bad?”

“yes, actually. for once, right?” lupe laughs and she begins to explain to him that you’re outside. when she says that, jack’s eyes go wide. “she wants to thank you. can i bring her to the family room?”

“uh– yeah. yes, please do.”

you go to central to finish up on a chart when robby approaches jack at his side. “i hear ice princess is back,” he says with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

somehow, a rumor got around that you had cried in jack’s arms in south-9. that he had cradled you and held you and stroked your hair– he’s fairly certain it was princess and perlah. no, he knows it was princess and perlah. all good ER rumors start and end with him.

“don’t call her that,” jack says without looking up from the screen. “not cool.”

“oh, my apologies.” robby’s eyes trail to the family room, where you’re limping in. “she’s walking on that knee.”

jack snorts. “that’s the least surprising thing i’ve ever heard.” after an interaction with you that barely went over an hour, he felt like he understood you. he understood that, of course you were walking. you were determined, and you were used to your body bending to your will– not the other way around. he looks over at the family room as the door shuts with a faint thwick.

“go get ‘em, tiger,” robby says and it makes jack scowl.

he’s a good, professional physician. he doesn’t have crushes on patients.

he opens the door. and you’re sitting there, beautiful, clear eyed– there’s still a storm cloud or two burrowed within you, he knows, but not the same as when he met you the first time.

you go to stand up, but he instantly shakes his head. “oh– no. in fact…” he looks at the couch and grabs a pillow. “elevate.”

you look at him incredulously. “my surgeon said i only needed to elevate for 3-7 days post-op.”

“it’s always good to elevate when resting. especially since you’re walking on it.”

you roll your eyes. “the crutches slowed me down,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“that’s kinda the point, sweetheart.”

–

sweetheart.

your lips curl into a smile and you raise your eyebrows at him. he looks at you like he would like to crawl under this couch, and die, probably. he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “i don’t know why i said that.”

“i do,” your smile is saccharine. “because i’m a sweetheart. obviously.”

“they called you pittsburgh’s sweetheart in the paper, once.”

“oh– so you knew who i was?”

“you can’t go anywhere in this city without seeing your face!” you’ve gotten him exasperated now, riled up, and you’re thoroughly happy with yourself. this is the most fun you’ve had in you don’t even know how long, to be perfectly honest. you’ve begun to recline on the arm of the small loveseat, and jack maneuvers the pillow beneath your knee. his hands are confident, his words are not. it’s a combination that you think you could watch all day.

he takes a seat across from you, once he’s gotten you settled to his liking. and there’s that stare, again– people always said that you had a staring problem, but they must not have met jack abbot before. that man had a staring problem.

you take it almost as a challenge. you maintain the eye contact and slowly slide the box of cookies to him.

he glances down. “what’s this?”

“cookies. i made them.” you run your tongue over your teeth. “to say thank you.”

he hangs his head. looks up just enough to peer at you through eyelashes– long, pretty eyelashes. “you don’t need to thank me. i just–”

“oh, no. i do.” you clear your throat. think over the little script that you had written in your journal, all of the vulnerable and real things that you wanted to say. “i don’t know what i needed, exactly, in that moment. and in don’t know if it would be possible for one person to be exactly what i needed. it was–” you feel that swell of emotion start to rise like a tide in your abdomen, but you push through. “it was the single worst night of my life. but not because of the injury. because i just… i realized how sad my life is. i don’t have friends. my family situation is dysfunctional in a way that is not healthy. my coaches and team and everyone around me just looked at me like a thing. an item. and you looked at me and cared for me like a human being. so.” you have to clear your throat again. “thank you.”

jack’s eyes didn’t leave you, one single time. and he only looks away not to close them, rub at them. when he opens them, they’re misty, and he chuckles. “fuck,” he drags the word out, and you feel it run through the center of you. you move to stand up but he stops you. “you are a human being,” he blurts out. “and fuck anyone who has ever treated you like anything else, or less– fuck. them. seriously.”

“yeah, i fired my team.”

“good.”

“yeah.”

a comfortable quiet takes over and you go back and forth in your mind as you stand up, for real this time. “i know you’re working. and i know this is probably unprofessional, but…” you take a piece of paper from your coat pocket and you hand it to him. “when i get back on the ice, i’d like to do it for myself. but, you know, could be good to have a medical professional there to make sure i’m not fucking myself up even more, so…” you suck in a breath. “that’s my phone number.”

he opens the piece of paper and stares at the string of numbers. looks back to you. “i’ll be there.”

“great.”

“great.”

you sling your purse across your body. “that won’t be for awhile, but…” you brush past him, towards the door. “you know, i can still go out to dinner with a torn acl.”

jack smiles, dimples out. holds the door for you. “sounds like we’ve got a date.”

[midnite-c6]

thanos and namgyu putting your bed in between theirs 🙏🙏 even if you chose to stop playing the game they are still making you go to the circle side to sleep and perhaps that night they could change your mind about the next time you vote..

this trope is js the best fr in another life im an X picker and these two teach me to b obedient to their requests💔

thanos & nam-gyu imagine !!!!!! pt. 3 💓

warnings: 18+ DARK content, noncon, sa

pleassee read at ur own risk

soooo, they're literally like dogs tryna chase you, even to as forcing you to be next to them : "shitheads, no matter what, i'm still gonna pick X. i'm not gonna be easily convinced." you tell them firsthand, and they both laugh to themselves

"she obviously won't listen to us, you think her stupid brain could handle it?" nam-gyu complained to thanos, annoyed by how thanos was so persistent in making you switch sides. you scoff since he wasn't so quiet in saying that either, "hey, fuck you, you think I'M stupid enough to play again? don't wanna die than-" "shut up, cunt." nam-gyu cuts you off, placing his hand on your mouth to shut you up, the cold metal of his ring grazing your warm skin. your instant reaction was to bite him, "agh- i'll fucking kill y-" "calm down! everybody chiiiillllll." thanos, like a saviour, stopped nam-gyu from hitting you. "i'm sure we can all have a fair agreement, everybody gets what they want. right, pretty?" thanos turned to look at you, pushing his face awfully close to yours. "and what i want iss.... you." he stares directly into your eyes, that creepy smirk with eyes you KNOW isn't sober at all.

"you could scream and cry all you want, but you know noone in this room would be bothered to help you, girl." nam-gyu whispers into your ears whilst thanos carries you to the bathroom..

nsfw beloww ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／ ->

you were now naked, your sweaty body laying on the filthy bathroom floor, noone could hear your cries for help when nam-gyu's cock forces you to deepthroat him, his hand pulling on your hair to further be balls-deep inside your mouth.. you'd choke on him, saliva dripping all over his dick and your chin. you couldn't scream... and you couldn't fight it either, if it weren't for thanos' stupid, rough hands wrapped around your arms, pinning them to the ground, your legs placed on his shoulders as his tongue laps up and down your folds.. you try your best to wiggle away (even tho its impossible) and thanos notices, "don't even.. don't even try to pretend, baby." you could feel him smile against your pussy, that sensation leaving you to moan against nam-gyu's cock. "been trying to suck in all your juices, pretty, and.. they just keep comin' out..." thanos mocks in a baby voice, "you're dripping... so you're actually a slut...a whore, huuhhh, not that cool, confident typa girl?" you cry, but.. why did you like the sensation? his warm tongue in and out of your cunt. at this point, the ecstacy that was in his mouth was getting your pussy high. "m'not into whores like you," thanos frowns and slides his' tongue up against your clit, biting it harshly, which made you yelp in pain, causing you to lightly bite nam-gyu's dick. he hissed, roughly slapping your face. "bitch!" he pulls your hair to face you, "do that one more fucking time and i'll speeden up your death, fuck." thanos' fingers came on cue, middle and ring finger plunging inside you, making you speechless, mouth open to nam-gyu's comment. he just takes it as an invitation to stuff your mouth again, leaving a low groan at the action.

"y'know dude,," thanos looks up at nam-gyu, "maybe we should keep her, after we win." nam-gyu scoffed, flicking your forehead, "you think you deserve to live, huh?" thanos chuckled, rubbing his fingers against your clit, he doesn't care if it felt good, you were just a toy afterall, "think about it.. she feels good, right? she'll be good for in the long run, trust me, man." "pft." "trust me! her cunts still tight, anyway, right princessssss?" your visions blurry, your will to live gone, still, atleast you're useful to someone or two, two of the most evilest dumbasses you'll ever encounter in your life.

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 2

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.

summary. once you get to the bahamas rafe is determined to keep you from meeting anyone new—especially a guy—but his plan is foiled when a stranger approaches you on the beach

SERIES MASTERLIST

the next morning, you woke up around 8 just to make sure you had plenty of time to get everything together and help your dad ready the boat for your trip today. you opened your eyes, the faint sound of your alarm playing in the background—you turned the volume down the night before so you didn’t wake rafe. your eyes drifted to the boy, currently sleeping on the futon in your room.

you quietly crept around your room trying not to wake him, you gathered the last of your things just to take them into the living room so that everything would be ready when your dad was ready. he was currently moving about the kitchen, tidying before you guys left for the next two weeks. he always liked to come back to a clean house, and—even though he had the money for it—he never hired a maid. he said cleaning was his 'therapy'.

"hey dad, need any help getting the boat ready?," you asked him while he was wiping down the marble countertops.

"nope. got it all ready last night, woke up early this morning for final adjustments. we're set to go whenever you guys are ready, pumpkin," he said without stopping his cleaning, "and hey i cut up some fruit in the fridge, i can make eggs if you want?"

"fruit is fine. thanks," you walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing the bowl of mixed fruit out, taking it back up to your room. the plan was to just chill until about 9:30am when you would wake up rafe, but once you opened the door of your bedroom, he was already sat up on the futon, scrolling on his phone.

"oh, hey. morning," you said while taking a seat next to him, offering the fruit bowl to him. he picked a few pieces out, throwing them into his mouth as he placed his phone down.

"when are we leaving," he said with a mouth full of mushy fruit.

"whenever you're ready, and sarah and wheezie get here," you laughed, moving your hand over his mouth to get him to close it.

"oh, i'm ready. i was born ready," he said jokingly, having finally swallowed the last of his fruit. you guys decided to just wait downstairs in the living room until sarah and wheezie showed up—which was sooner than you expected. a knock on your front door startled you out of the conversation you and rafe were having. you made your way over and opened the door—met by a smiling wheezie and a sympathetic sarah. you opened the door wider to let them walk in.

"sorry! i know we're early, but wheezie was just so excited, she wanted to get here early," sarah said, dragging her suitcase behind her.

“it’s no problem at all! we’re all ready to leave anyways,” you laughed at wheezie’s evident excitement and sarah’s obvious exhaustion from dealing with it all morning.

they two of them made their way to your living room only to be greeted by your dad.

“hey, girls! how’s it goin’?” he asked with a big smile.

“good,” they answered in unison. sarah loved your dad, he was kind of like her second dad, but really she saw him as more of a father figure than ward—for obvious reasons.

“alright well, the boat’s all ready whenever you guys are,” he said, heading into the living room to grab your bags, rafe following behind him to help.

—

the boat ride there was uneventful. you all talked, tanned, ate, and even slept a little—rafe even offered to take the wheel for a bit so your dad could get some sleep.

the real fun began once you docked the boat, and got to take everything into your beach house.

“okay, so… beach? right?,” you said, once you had all settled in your rooms, and congregated in yours.

“obviously!,” sarah said enthusiastically as wheezie just ran back off into her room to change. you just laughed before grabbing your suitcase, placing it on top of your bed, and opening it. rafe just sat there on your bed.

“aren’t you coming to the beach? you should change,” you pouted slightly, worried that he wasn’t going to join you guys. you loved sarah and wheezie, but you knew they would do their own thing so you needed rafe with you.

“don’t need to. already wore mine on the boat,” he patted his thigh, covered by the fabric of his swim trunks.

“ah, smart guy,” you pointed at him with a smirk on your face.

“i try,” he said lifting his shoulders in a ‘what-can-i-say’ kind of way, “you go ahead though, i’ll just wait here,” he said with a smile, pulling out his phone. you didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing a bikini out of your suitcase before turning on your heels, and heading into the bathroom attached to your room.

you returned to your room in a tiny cheetah print bikini that barely covered your tits, and exposed essentially your entire ass. suddenly, rafe wasn’t sure he could go to the beach—a new problem arising in his pants. just the sight of you gave him a slight hard-on. he quickly grabbed a pillow from behind him and covered his lap. he figured you wouldn’t notice, but you did. that didn’t mean you would say anything about it, but the observation was definitely noted, and stored.

you grabbed a white knitted, see-through ‘cover-up’ knowing damn well it didn’t cover anything, and a tiny pair of white linen shorts in case you wanted to grab food, or walk around after the beach.

“that’s it?,” rafe said, almost baffled at your lack of clothing.

“that’s it,” you replied with a sly smile, “told you i gotta look good. i could meet the love of my life, who knows.”

“unlikely,” he mumbled under his breath, jealousy already building inside him. he hated how oblivious you were. you were his. no guy in the bahamas could give you what you wanted—not like he could.

“alright! you all set?,” you asked, grabbing your beach bag that was already packed with the essentials.

“yeah… i’ll uh– i’ll meet ya downstairs,” he replied, a hint of nervousness lingered behind his words, but you didn’t mention it. rafe needed a second to calm himself before he was back around you in that bikini.

he eventually joined the three of you downstairs, and you headed to the beach while your dad opted to relax on the back porch, drinking a beer.

—

a few hours later, you’re tanning with your chest on the warm towel as rafe, sarah, and wheezie cooled off in the ocean. you’re in your own blissful world until an unfamiliar voice draws you out of it, turning your head to see who it was.

“hey, sorry. totally didn’t mean to bother you,” the man said, standing above you. he was tall with brunette hair that fell perfectly above his dark eyes, and a great physique. he maintained a respectful distance between himself and your towel while he talked to you as if he didn’t want to worry you.

“just saw you laying here, and wanted to say i think you’re beautiful,” he said, a hint of shyness evident in his voice. it was cute. he was cute.

rafe stood in the ocean, talking with sarah, totally oblivious to the man flirting your ear off.

“aw, that’s so sweet! thank you,” you responded with a big smile, your hand rested on your eyebrows to keep the bright sun out of your eyes while you talked to the stranger.

“mind if i sit?,” he asked, pointing to the empty sand next to your towel.

“no, of course,” you moved to sit up on your towel, facing where he was now sitting.

“so, what’s your name?,” he asked with a slight smirk.

“y/n. yours?”

“pretty. i’m enzo,” he smiled, perfect white teeth lined his lips and you thought he would be the perfect vacation fling…

“i like that. ‘s it short for somethin’?,” you asked, taking in his bold features.

“lorenzo,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“ah… we have an italian on our hands,” you laughed. his accent wasn’t really there, but the features gave it away. you pulled your knees to your chest, resting your head on them while he talked.

“yes ma’am,” he laughed a little. his voice along with the crashing of the waves put you at peace, “could i get your number, y/n?”

“sure!,” you answered, trying not to sound too excited. in that same moment, rafe turned toward the beach to check on you only to find you laughing, and smiling at some guy sat next to you. his mood immediately flipped as he left sarah mid conversation to walk out of the water up to you.

“rafe! what the hell? i was talking to you!,” sarah shouted at him, but it was no use he was already back to ankle deep waters. he tried to keep his expression careless, but inside he was fuming. who is this douche? and why was he talking to you?

just as you finished typing your name and number into his contacts a familiar voice booms behind you causing you to lift your head from your knees.

“what’s goin’ on here?,” rafe asked with a fake smile on his face. the way enzo was subtly eyeing you all over—seeing you in that way too small bikini—it made rafe’s blood boil. he didn’t care what was going on, all he cared about was putting an end to it—like now.

“hey, rafe! jus’ made a friend,” you looked up at rafe innocently, watching the way his face exuded insincerity, “this is enzo,” you finished, pointing to the smiling man next to you.

“enzo?,” rafe repeated, eyes narrowing at the thought.

enzo stood to his feet, extending his hand, “hey man, how’s it going?,” rafe ignored his hand, but answered his question with evident sarcasm.

“real good, man. hey, do ya mind? we’re kinda tryna enjoy the beach… alone,”

“this your boyfriend?,” enzo asked, looking down at you.

“no! no, he’s just a friend. we’re here for a little ‘family vacation’ my dad owns the house up ther–,” you began to explain, pointing toward the beach house before rafe cuts you off.

“a friend, who would really like to spend some time with y/n here. get lost,” rafe was done being nice, and it almost embarrassed you.

“rafe! be nice, jeez. i’m sorry, enzo…,” you said, looking up at him apologetically.

“no problem. hey, i’ll text you, yeah?,” he smiled before giving rafe one last glance, and walking off.

“what a tool,” rafe huffed before taking his place on the sand. you turned toward him, astonishment on your face.

“what the hell, rafe?! what was that? we were having a conversation,” you were mad, he could tell. he didn’t care, as long as that guy was long gone.

“and now, you’re not. hey, did he say he would text you? as in he has your number?,” he asked, a certain jealousy clouding his tone.

“yes, rafe. i gave him my number. that a problem?,” sarcasm dripped from your tongue. what you didn’t realize was rafe actually thought it was a problem—one he would have to solve at a later time.

“nah, not a problem. he won’t be needed it anyway,” he responded as if it were obvious.

“and why’s that?,” your eyes narrowed at the audacity rafe had right now to tell you who you could and couldn’t hang out with.

“i told you. you’re not slumming it with some ‘fling’,” he responded. his voice was demanding, and that only made you angrier.

“i’m sorry– who are you, rafe? i’ll do whatever the hell i please!,” you retaliated. it didn’t phase rafe. at the end of the day, he believed he had way more power over you than you did over him—boy was he about to be proven wrong.

“okay, princess. whatever you say,” you wanted to wipe that know-it-all smirk right off his face. you were furious. in an instant, you were gathering your things, and heading back to the house—rafe turning his neck to sneak a glance at your ass as you walked away. he didn’t bother following you. he knew you just needed some time—by dinner time you would be fine, back to how you were before enzo.

after throwing your bag and towel on the chair in your room, and flopping onto your bed, a perfectly timed notification rang through your ears…

unknown: Hey y/n, it’s Enzo! Want to grab a bite to eat tonight? I can pick you up at 6? Just send me your address.

alright rafe, let’s see you try to stop this.

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[puck-luck]

jack hughes comes back from a long roadie and his gf (of only like a few months) is all over him, wearing his jersey on top of some lingerie, and just saying the dirtiest most filthy shit because she missed him so much and needs him immediately, and he is like in a state of shock (the good kind) bc he’s never really seen her like this before and it turns into like the hottest sex they’ve ever had ☝🏻

(this is my last one!! sorry, i am not a dawson mercer girly so i don’t really have any ideas for him, hopefully some other nons can pick up the DM slack for me 🫶🏻)

in memoriam of one of the original asks cappy sent me in a spree last april🥹 see, guys, i get to everything eventually...

warnings: unprotected p in v, **mentions of jack's shoulder injury**, mentions of handjobs, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of thigh riding, mentions of overstimulation, fingering, switch!jack and switch!reader (they do both! in this one, jack is... leaning more dom, but he's not like a DOM!dom), praise, mentions of pain play, squirting, that's all i remember. doing this from memory is hard!

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

wc: 3,995

The finishing touch for Jack’s big welcome home party– just you, since Luke and the rest of the team are on the road at the moment– is the vase of flowers in your hand. You can’t decide where exactly to put it.

You put the vase together on Jack’s kitchen counter. You cut the stems into his pull-out trashcan near the dishwasher and filled the vase with lukewarm water from his sink. You sprinkled some of that nutrient packet into the water, the packet that came with the flowers, even though you’re not sure if you used the right amount or if that’s what you were supposed to do anyway. You’re not a florist. You just wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend.

Your heart damn near stopped after he crashed into the boards in that game against Vegas. To see Jack’s opponent– and friend, since you’d met the other Jack at 4 Nations when they were on Team USA together– crouched over him and checking on him, making sure he was okay… it made you feel sick to your stomach. Obviously, he wasn’t okay.

And then he went to get surgery almost immediately. He went to Colorado, got patched up, and went back to Michigan for a couple of weeks to get his initial rehab and recovery out of the way with his old Team USA trainers and his parents closeby. 

You’d felt so useless when it happened. You and Jack only started dating a couple of months ago, right around the new year, and you had no idea how to help him with this injury. You have no idea what he needs now that he’s coming back.

So, you’re trying to make the apartment pretty for him.

You’ve strung up a banner in the living room, above the door of the balcony, which says “Welcome Home, Jack!” in big bubble letters. You painted it yourself last weekend, when he’d texted that he’d be coming home soon, and you’d artfully hidden your mistakes by turning the banner over and starting again. You hope that Jack doesn’t observe the back when he takes it down. You never claimed to be an artist, but it’s still embarrassing to be so bad at spacing out letters when you used a ruler and everything.

There are balloons in the corner and tied to Jack’s seat at the table. You’re wearing a party hat and you bought him a paper crown to wear when he arrives. 

The only question that remains is where to put these damn flowers. 

You want him to see them when he walks in, so you can’t put them on the kitchen counter, or the dining room table, or in his bedroom. You could put them on the table they have next to the door, where the guys put their keys and throw their coats, but Jack would knock them over with said coat or he’d throw his keys into them by accident and lose them forever among the petals. They’ll have to go on the coffee table near the couch, but even that seems imperfect.

When Jack tells you that he just made it to his building, not knowing that you’re upstairs waiting for him, you decide that the coffee table will have to do.

There’s one last thing to do before he walks in the door. Like you said, you and Jack have only been dating for a couple of months. You’d finally worked up the courage to wear his number to the two home games before his injury. At the first, you’d worn a little beaded bracelet with the number ‘86’ squeezed between a bunch of red, white, and black beads. At the second, you’d worn a jean jacket with an ‘8’ and a ‘6’ ironed onto the breast-pocket of the jacket, done by one of your more fabrically talented friends at your request. Jack had quirked a smile at both, but planted a kiss on your cheek after the jean jacket and murmured something about how you’d have to wear his jersey and cheer him on while he’s on the road. 

That was the plan, until he’d gotten injured. You hope that it doesn’t add insult to injury– no pun intended– to wear it now. After all, you’re still Jack’s biggest cheerleader. Now, you’re just… cheering him through his recovery instead. 

You tug off Jack’s big sweatshirt, which you totally hadn’t stolen when you’d been missing him after he’d left for Colorado, and toss it into the corner of his closet. He’s got a few random jerseys in here, which shouldn’t surprise you, even though you thought that the jerseys stayed at the rink. Aren’t they part of the equipment? Or does every player get to have a couple of jerseys to do with what they wish?

You choose his classic red, pulling it over your head. The sleeves reach your fingertips and the length falls past your hips. It’s a big garment. That makes sense, you guess, since they have to wear pads and stuff underneath it. It covers the pretty panties you’d chosen to wear for Jack in case he felt up for sex– when is he not, to be fair– and the matching bra that pushes your tits up and shows them off. You’ve also splurged on a pair of sheer, black stockings that only come up to your mid-thigh. There’s lace trim that accentuates the hem of the stockings and you tug it up to make sure they don’t slide down. You want them to be securely in place when Jack finds you in the apartment. 

You look at yourself in the mirror. The stockings are coquette in a vixen-like, sirenous way. There’s a sliver of your skin visible between the lace of the stockings and the hem of Jack’s jersey. You look dwarved in it and you know that Jack will like that. He’s got a thing for throwing you around and showing off how strong his training makes him. Unfortunately, he’s got that pesky shoulder injury, so he won’t be doing much of that anymore– not for a while. Your hair is messy from brushing it out of your face as you decorated the apartment, then eventually tying it up as best you could. Some strands escaped and the elastic you used is old and loose, but your hair looks effortlessly good. This is a hairstyle that you’ll never be able to recreate because it’s so messy and haphazard. You’re about to whip your phone out to take a picture when you hear the front door swing open and a suitcase roll into the atrium ahead of Jack. 

You hear his confused “What the–” and the two tentative steps he takes into the apartment before you grab the paper crown from atop your bag, exit the bedroom, and reveal yourself.

“Welcome home!” you exclaim, skipping forward towards Jack. 

His eyes light up when he sees you, which takes away from the sting of sympathy that nips at your heart when you see his slinged arm. He opens his other arm and wraps it around your waist once you’re close enough, pulling you into his body and pressing a kiss to your hair. “Baby,” Jack says, grin dancing across his face. “Did you do all this?”

You pull back and place the flimsy crown on his head. It falls crooked almost immediately, so you have to fix it again. You’re surprised Jack’s hair wasn’t already hidden beneath a hat of some kind after such a long day of travel. “Mhm,” you confirm. “Wanted to do something nice so you didn’t come home to an empty apartment.”

Jack leans forward and pecks your lips, his available hand splayed over the small of your back. He presses your torsos together. “You’re so thoughtful. I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” you chirp back. It’s still early in the relationship. You’re allowed to do the “I missed you more, I missed you most” bit without feeling like it’s too middle-school. 

Jack finds it silly, but in a fond way, so he rarely ever completes the superlative. He just cuts his eyes at you, then rolls them in faux-exasperation. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “Whatever you say.” He loosens his grip around your waist. “Let me get a good look at you. Are you wearing my jersey?”

You step back and pop your hip, posing for Jack. “What do you think?”

“I think you wear it better than I do,” Jack replies. His mouth is crooked as he smirks at you. “The socks are a nice touch. You couldn’t find any tube ones to match mine? The ones that go over my leg pads?”

He’s just teasing, but you frown. That would’ve been fun. You could’ve basically worn his uniform, but a sexier version. “Boo,” you lament with a pout.

Jack tips his head back and laughs. “I’m messing with you, pretty girl. I love it. You know I’m going to have to take it off of you, right? It’s been too long since I’ve gotten my hands on you.”

“Don’t you mean ‘hand,’ singular?” you tease, narrowing your eyes at Jack. “You can’t use both your hands. You have to wear that sling.”

“I can take the sling off for twenty minutes,” Jack replies. When you make a face at him, he raises an eyebrow. He bargains, “I’ll put it back on right after.”

You sidle up close to him, tracing the velcro straps and the long belt that wraps around his neck. “What if I want you to keep it on?” you ask.

Jack smirks at you, eyes glimmering with playfulness. “Then I’d ask if you like seeing me in pain, sweetheart.”

“Seeing you in pain?” you repeat, making your eyes wide and innocent. You ignore the way your heartbeat speeds up as an image of Jack, squirming and whining and overstimulated but bucking his hips into your tight fist, pops into your brain. “I would never enjoy that.”

“Hm.” Jack looks over your face thoughtfully. He wraps his arm around your body again, placing his hand on your asscheek and squeezing before he prompts you. “Jump, baby.”

You wrap your arms around his neck for leverage. “You think you can carry me with one arm?”

“I know I can,” Jack insists, lifting you off the ground with his forearm pressed to the back of your thighs, then holds your behind again once you twine your legs around his waist. “I lift.”

His defensive tone has you laughing and kissing him, distracting him, as he walks down the hallway towards the bedroom. He kisses you back just as passionately, tracing his tongue against yours and nibbling on your lips when you pull back just enough. He pushes the door open with your back, then abruptly tosses you onto the bed.

You shriek and giggle when you fall through the air and land with a bounce, scoffing at Jack with an open mouth. “Oh my God!”

Jack laughs and sticks his tongue out at you, tugging at the straps of his sling until it’s loose enough to slip from his body. He carefully flexes his arm and gets the blood pumping through it again, tugging off his shirt and fumbling with his zipper. 

You lean back on your elbows and spread your legs, knees hooked over the edge of the bed. Jack’s jersey has ridden up, revealing the crotch of your panties but nothing more. 

Jack eyes you with his teeth digging into his bottom lip, shoving his pants and boxers down, leaving him bare before you. 

Your eyes almost immediately grow hooded, fixed on his cock. Jack makes it jump in place, grinning at you when your gaze comes up to his face. You smile back and spread your knees an extra inch, nodding at Jack. 

He takes his cock and fists the base, walking between your legs as he strokes himself slowly. He then drops to his knees and kisses the inside of your thigh, his free palm coming to your stocking-clad shins and tracing up the fabric until he reaches the lace around your thigh. Jack digs his fingers into the lace and begins to drag it down your legs. He kisses each inch of new skin that is revealed, gently removing the stocking before kissing back up your leg and repeating the process on the other side.

Your core has started aching with want, slick probably seeping through your panties. If Jack can tell, he ignores it. 

His movements are slow and measured, reverent. He treats you gently and takes his time with you, like you’re the one who’s injured and in pain. 

You whimper for Jack as his lips pass your knee on the way back up.

His eyes lift and regard you. His lips pause for just a second before he continues his path. His hands slide up your sides, under the jersey, and he pushes it up. His mouth creeps over your stomach and his head hides itself under the dangling fabric of the jersey. Jack is now crouching rather than kneeling, and you scoot back on the bed so he has a more comfortable position. He places a knee on the edge of the bed and inches up your body, still kissing, and finally removes the jersey.

“Can’t wait for you to wear that while I’m actually playing,” Jack tells you quietly before he tosses it away. His fingers tease your entrance, tracing it through your panties. “It’ll inspire me. Remind me of this night.”

“I will,” you promise breathlessly, your hands tracing up Jack’s biceps and digging into his hair, which has only gotten longer since he left. 

“You’d promise anything,” Jack chuckles. He slides his thumb over your clothed clit. “As long as I keep touching you.”

You detest that, but he’s probably right. In order to avoid admitting that, you pull his head forward until his lips mold against yours and his fingers pull your panties to the side. 

Jack’s muscles bend and flex as he pumps his fingers into your heat, starting with two because he just can’t wait to sink his cock into the wet space between your legs. 

You’re immediately reacting to the way his blunt fingertips curl into your walls and press into the gummy flesh, seeking out your sweet spot.

He has to draw back from you, resting his forehead against yours and gnawing on his bottom lip while he watches your face. 

You roll your hips and gasp wantonly when his middle finger prods the spot inside of you. Your eyelashes flutter and you shake, pupils fixing on Jack’s. 

His eyes glow with pride and his smile grows, breathing hard as he bullies his fingers against the spot, his other hand coming up from your waist to your chest and drawing one of your breasts from your bra. He gropes it, thumbs the peak, and pinches your nipple. He dips his head and seals his mouth over it, suckily audibly and flicking his tongue against the skin.

A plea spills from your lips, practically a squeal, and Jack giggles against your skin. He flattens his tongue against your nipple and looks up at you through his eyelashes, scissoring his fingers inside of you until your vision is tinged with black spots. “Take your tits out,” Jack commands softly. “Let me see them.”

You reach a hand behind your body awkwardly and unclasp your bra. 

Jack pulls it off and tosses it behind him. He fucks a third finger into your cunt, stretching you so that you can fit around his width comfortably, and sucks a bruise on your tits, the edge of his mouth overlapping with your areola. 

Your stomach jumps and twists, clenching and crumbling apart when Jack actually licks a stripe up your neck and takes your earlobe between his lips. Your breath stutters and your body writhes, fucking down on Jack’s fingers as you ride out the wave of your first orgasm.

“Good girl,” Jack coos in your ear. “So responsive for me, so ready to take my cock. You didn’t put fresh sheets on the bed, did you? I’d hate for this little wet spot to ruin all your hard work.”

Dazed from your climax, you shake your head.

Jack’s smile reveals his teeth. He kisses your lips, then whispers conspiratorially, “Let’s make it bigger.”

You moan at his tone. Jack’s hands slide down your legs, wrapping them around his waist, and then he flips your bodies so you’re on top. You make a noise of discontent against his mouth, wanting him to fuck you, but Jack shushes you. 

“Give my shoulder a rest, sweetheart,” he says. “I need you to take care of me for a couple of weeks before I’m doing better.”

It’s not possible to argue with that, especially once Jack’s engorged cock slides between your folds and the head bumps your clit. You make a soft ‘oh,’ which Jack drinks up. His tongue pets against yours and you suck on it when it fills your mouth. You feel Jack’s hand sneak between your bodies and circle his base, aligning his tip with your entrance so that you can sink down, still basking in the relaxation of your previous orgasm.

You hum, neck rolling back. You move your hips in a circle, then you change direction, then you start to rock back and forth. 

“That’s it,” Jack praises. His fingers dig into your waist. “My pretty girl.”

“I love how you feel,” you sigh, placing your hands on Jack’s abdomen for leverage. Your mouth is an inch from his, the breath that leaves your lungs mixing with his. Your eyes are closed, forehead resting against his, and Jack’s hands slide to your behind. He pulls you forward, aiding your movement. “Fuck, Jack, it’s nothing like I imagined while you were gone.”

“What did you think of while I was away?” Jack asks, only a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“I was thinking about things we can do that won’t hurt you,” you say. “Until you’re able to use your shoulder again. Then it’ll be like rehab.”

Jack snuffles out a little laugh, the shaky air displacing the hair that is falling from your updo. “Smart. Make me do something I like.”

“I fucked myself with my fingers, bent over my sink,” you tell him abruptly, the memory sparking in your mind when your clit brushes against Jack’s skin. “Imagining you were there, watching me in the mirror.”

“Oh,” Jack says dumbly, his voice thick.

“I thought about how you’d only be able to touch me with one hand and how you wouldn’t be able to decide what to do with me,” you continue. “I thought you’d– oh– hold onto me until I was bruised, just to try and keep me in place.”

“You want me to…” Jack trails off.

His tip brushes your cervix, sending a jolt through you, and you start to fuck yourself on his cock. Jack’s fingertips reflexively dig into your flesh, lifting you with the help of your momentum and slamming you back down on his member.

“Fuck,” Jack adds.

“I imagined you spanking me if I looked away from you,” you admit, your voice breaking off into a desperate ‘yes’ as his hips twitch and fuck up into you.

Jack plants his feet on the mattress and bucks up, matching your bounces in pace and intensity. 

“Thought you’d leave a mark there, too,” you finish. “And come inside me and leave me there, dripping all over the tile.”

Jack makes a choked noise, gasping. “Tell me another,” he requests. “Fuck, baby, we can do whatever you want. What else did you think about?”

“I thought about, shit, I thought about helping you masturbate,” you say. The image of Jack, panting and flushed and squirming as you overstimulate him, pops into your mind again. You whimper and clench down on him, feeling your orgasm build. Your lips come into contact with Jack’s and he kisses you desperately, breaking away only to encourage you to continue. “I thought I’d make you come and then I’d clean you up with my mouth.” You take a deep breath. “And then I’d make you come again on my tongue.”

Jack whimpers brokenly into your mouth. His fingernails dig into the skin of your behind, his hips pistoning into your body even faster. The bedframe is creaking beneath your bodies, shaking with your movements, but Jack just continues. He’s giving you everything he has and it makes your blood thrum through your veins, senses heightened and climax so close.

“I’d– I’d,” you cut yourself off with a silent moan, voice failing you. 

“What?” Jack gasps. His cheeks are pink and his forehead is beading with sweat. “What, baby, fuck, I’m so close, tell me what you’d do.”

“After I make you come in my mouth,” you rush out, trying not to bite your tongue as you speak. “I’d sit on your thighs and grind against them until I come and I’d keep my hand on your cock the whole time, even if you feel like it’s too much, because I know you’ll get hard again, J. Making me come without even touching me would drive you crazy and I’d have to serve you again to satisfy you, can’t leave my boy hanging–” 

You and Jack shudder at the same time. You can feel him losing his rhythm. You open your eyes and are met with the same glassy blue eyes that you’d imagined as you’d coaxed a third round of cum from his tip. Jack’s eyelashes are long and dark and capture your attention before his mouth clumsily collapses against yours, teeth colliding in an ugly, not-sexy way. 

Jack’s moan feels like a glass of cold water trickling down your throat, and the warm spurts of cum filling your insides juxtaposes it in a way that has your mind spinning. 

You’re unraveling atop Jack so intensely that you don’t even realize that your orgasm is washing over his abdomen and hips and joining the wet spot on the bed that Jack had wanted to grow. He succeeds, practically without even trying. All you can feel is the shaking of your thighs and the thumping of your heart in your chest, plus the desperate clutch of Jack’s hands on your skin. 

“Baby, oh my God,” Jack whines. His hips continue to work into you, his nails creating half-moons on your behind. “Keep– oh my God,” he repeats. 

You grind against him, trying to chase the high that is starting to slip from you, but as Jack’s cock softens, the feeling fades away. You let out a soft moan, somewhere between contentment and disappointment that you can’t keep coming forever and ever, and sink into Jack’s touch.

His arms come around your waist and he presses his face into your clavicle. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack pretends to complain. “Dirty talking like that, it’s not fair how hot you are.”

“Just being honest,” you quip back. “You asked.”

Jack groans. “I know.” He buries his face between your boobs, muffling his voice. “And we’re going to have to do all of those, I can’t believe there’s a bright side to this fucking injury.”

You smooth his hair back and laugh lightly. “Poor boy, I’m sorry you got hurt. I really wanted to see you in the playoffs this season.”

Jack reveals one stink eye at you, glinting with playfulness like before. “You just wanted the WAG jacket.”

You laugh louder. “I am not that shallow!”

“Are too,” Jack goads into the swell of your breasts.

“Now you’re just being mean,” you whine, pushing at Jack’s good shoulder.

He bites your boob, then peppers your sternum with kisses. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

He rests his chin between your breasts and grins up at you. “I had some ideas of my own while I was gone.”

[nutmegtales]

Fucking Clowns

A Danny Phantom x DC crossover Inspired by this prompt from @greenmango-kai

Arkham

Fucking Arkham

Arkham Arkham Arkham

The insane asylum

For the insane

Of course

Of course he was in FUCKING Arkham. Because where else would he be right? Studying to be an astronaut? Hahaha fucking Nope. Maybe an engineer? Nu uh. Flying free as you like as Phantom? No fucking chance. Because he, Danny Fenton, was clinically insane.

Obviously. Obviously he was insane. Obviously because ghosts Don't exist. No. Nope. MmM. Especially not vengeful ghosts that kidnap half dead kids and try to make them kill their murderers. No, no that's crazy talk.

Hahahahahaha haaha ha shhhhhhutup shut up shut up shut up Shut Up Shut UP "SHUUUT UUUUUP" Danny screamed at the gaggle of restless ghosts that sobbed, and yelled, and laughed around him. It didn't help of course. But! Hahaha bonus though! He didn't need to worry about anyone calling the cops on the screaming crazy kid in the dorm, no, because he was already In the place the Dumb Fucking Cops put you AFTER being called on the screaming crazy kid.

Fucking Arkham.

With all the damned assholes trying to tell him he's crazy, trying to psychoanalyze him and find what horrible trauma of his past could have triggered this episode. Apparently "I died" didn't cut it here.

God Jazz would be so disappointed in him. But Jazz, well, Jazz didn't have to deal with ghosts harrassing her all the time. No, no Jazz was Nice, and Normal, and fully Alive. No, Jazz didn't have to run away from home! She gets to live with parents that actually Love her! ALL of her! They didn't even try to hunt down and exterminate her even a little!!

No, no she got to go to school and get good grades, and make lots of friends, and didn't have anyone screaming in her ear to Fucking kill the got damned psychopath Clown next door.

No. That was just Danny.

It wasn't all bad though, he'd been admitted under a threat to self risk, and if he could prove he was no longer a risk to himself he could leave. He could leave. He could leave. If he could Just get a little bit of sleep maybe he could get a hold of himself enough to leave this shithole.

Okay shithole might be an exaggeration. He'd been fortunate enough to land in The Actual Batman's pet project asylum. The place being well funded was a massive fucking understatement. The food was good, his room was private and secure, and the staff were all well trained and vetted Heavily. So when he'd (slightly manically) explained that he has a phobia of needles and being treated like a lab rat would absolutely make him spiral they had actually listened!

Insane. But like. In the unbelievable way. Like that shit is not how Real Actual insane asylums function. But apparently Batman having a vested interest really meant something.

Now if only the damn bat didn't have such a strong moral compass and had just killed the Damn clown...

Why'd it have to be clowns. Why the fuck is it always got danged creepy ass clowns. They're supposed to be funny! That's literally their entire purpose! Why then. Why. Does Danny have to keep dealing with these fucking creep shows!

They were creepy. But they weren't what Danny was afraid of. No. Nonononono. It can't be as simple as just that can it. No. Danny gets to be scared of becoming a murderer or really truly permanently losing his fucking mind. Both options were fucking terrifying actually. And he was stuck here until he figured out another option. Stuck here with all these traumatized ghosts that just won't "Shut UUUUUUUP. OKAY! Okay okayokayokayokayokay shut up and I'll listen okay? OKAY? SHUT UP. one at a time. One at a time and I'll listen. I'll hear you out okay? I'll listen. And then... And then I'll see what I can do"

Gloriously the wailing quelled to an almost bearable level as a small wavering shadow of a child stepped forward and took the first turn at recounting his passing at the hands of the man that slept on the other side of the facility.

The nurse on shift noted the usual outbursts of yelling and slammed fists that came from their newest resident had calmed over the past hour, and when checked found the child laying calmly, crying softly, and muttering to himself. They made a few more notes as the shift passed, hopeful this change was for the better and might mean some much needed rest for the boy.

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Part 2

[sluttywonwoo]

make 'em sweat

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader

summary: introducing you to his friends doesn't go quite the way wonwoo expected (title from water by seventeen ; technically a sequel to fuck the neighbors but can be read as a standalone)

warnings: swearing, angst, "what are we" discussion, self-degradation, mingyu is canonically a whore pt deux, jealousy, smut (mdni)

smut warnings: discussions of reader's sexual past, sub!wonwoo in a flashback, public-ish sex, light exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, massive cock!wonwoo, reader is lowkey a size queen lol, choking, creampie, cum eating

word count: 6.1k

You’re bringing your girlfriend to Jihoon’s birthday, right?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at his roommate even though his back is turned to him. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Mingyu gives an equally exasperated huff in return. “What would you call her then? She’s obviously more than just a friend. It doesn’t matter whether you’re at her place or ours, I can still hear you two going at it like animals practically every night.” 

“We’re just repaying the favor,” Wonwoo scoffs before turning defensive. “We’re… figuring things out right now.”

“You’ve been ‘figuring things out’ for months, bro. When are you going to just get the balls to ask her to be exclusive?” 

“We are exclusive,” he insists. 

It’s at least true on Wonwoo’s side. He wasn’t seeing anyone else. In fact, he’d told you as much when you casually asked if he was sleeping with anyone else one night after a few rounds in bed. He answered honestly, saying no and asking you the same. You also told him no, but you did put an emphasis on “I’m not sleeping with anyone else”, whatever that meant. It only caused Wonwoo a little bit of anxiety every time he relived that conversation in his head, trying to piece together what you could have been trying to imply. 

“You do like her, right?” Mingyu presses.

Wonwoo sighs. “You know I do. There’s no point in lying to you.”

“Then lock it down! She won’t wait forever.” 

“How do you know that’s even something she wants?”

“Because if all she wanted was sex, she wouldn’t sleep over when her own bed is right next door.”

“Flimsy evidence, at best. Wouldn’t hold up in court.”

“Do you want me to provide more examples?”

Wonwoo surrenders. “Fine, maybe I’m a coward. I just like what we have going on right now. I don’t want it to change if we put a label on it.”

Mingyu purses his lips. He looks like he wants to say more but decides against it. 

“Are you bringing her or not?” is what he says finally. “Soonyoung’s trying to get a headcount.” 

“Yeah, she’s coming,” Wonwoo concedes.

“You know, you could have just said yes when I asked and we would’ve avoided this whole ordeal.”

Wonwoo decides to change the subject. “Are you bringing anyone?”

His best friend shrugs. “I don’t know yet.” Figures. “I told Soon to put me down for a plus-one just in case.”

Mingyu ignores the snort that he gets as a response and finishes whatever text he’d drafted to Soonyoung. He joins Wonwoo on their couch and reclines with his arms stretched across the back. 

“Do you think they’ll scare her away?” he asks. 

“The guys?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve never brought a girl around. They’re going to be all over you two the whole night.”

Wonwoo cocks his head to the side as he considers it. “They can be a little intense but it’s nothing she can’t handle.” 

Mingyu shrugs. “Throwing her to the wolves before making it official, respect.”

Wonwoo isn’t sure if Mingyu is trying to sike him out on purpose or not but either way it was starting to work. He isn’t keen on sharing you, especially when you’re not his to share. It’s too late to change his mind, though. He already invited you, it wasn’t like he could take it back now. Not without looking like a total asshole. 

“It’s just one night,” Wonwoo says, trying to convince both his roommate and himself, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

-

Wonwoo hears Mingyu answer the door at six o’clock on the dot. Living next door to each other made it easy to be punctual, although admittedly Wonwoo did sometimes lose track of time when he was gaming- but he was trying to be better about it! 

“Hey, you,” Mingyu says in greeting. “You look great.”

“So do you,” you reply. “Where’s Wonwoo? Did he ditch me already?”

There was his cue. He would’ve been the one to meet you at the door but he was still getting dressed when you knocked. He didn’t usually have to put much thought into what he wore so having to find an outfit that fit a theme was somewhat uncharted territory. He steps out into the living room with a black tank halfway over his shoulders, pulling it down all the way to his waistband as crosses the room to greet you with a hug. 

“No need to put a shirt on for me,” you say cheekily. 

Wonwoo feels his cheeks flush under both you and Mingyu’s gazes but he decides he can’t go down without a fight.

“This is for your benefit,” he quips. “We have to get to Jihoon’s on time. Didn’t want to distract you, you know.”

“So courteous,” you scoff. 

“Always a gentleman.”

You look like you want to disagree but with Mingyu standing right there already looking vaguely uncomfortable, you don’t. 

“You look nice,” he adds, suddenly remembering the sort of thing kinda-boyfriends are supposed to say to their kinda-girlfriends. 

You look more than nice, you look... incredible. But Wonwoo’s brain can’t think of any more effusive adjectives at present on account of just how incredible you look.

Soonyoung had said that the dress code for his roommate’s birthday was “red”, and that if you showed up in any other color you’d be turned away at the door, not allowed to join the festivities until you went home and changed. Wonwoo had relayed this information to you and you followed through, showing up in a short black skirt and a red leather... bustier? Corset? Wonwoo didn’t know what it was called but it was red and tight and laced up in the back. 

“So do you,” you reply sweetly, running a hand down the front of Wonwoo’s shirt, “but your friend is going to kick you out.”

“Right.” 

Wonwoo detaches himself from you and darts back to his room to grab the red leather jacket that was hanging on the back of his desk chair. It was just a coincidence that you had both decided to wear leather but it made Wonwoo secretly happy to know you’d be matching all night. 

“Almost forgot,” he explains when he reemerges with the jacket on. 

“Are we ready to go?” Mingyu asks. “Soonyoung is going to bitch at us for a week if we’re later than ten minutes.”

“We’re making good time,” Wonwoo assures him. 

“We don’t know what the traffic situation is going to be like! And maybe the taxi guy’s a slow driver-- it’s better to leave earlier just in case.”

Wonwoo sighs and places a hand on the small of your back to urge you forward. “Okay, okay, we’re going.”

He sees you suppress a smile behind your hand which makes him grin too but he turns his head so that you and Mingyu won’t see. 

Mingyu reaches the door first and holds it open for you to pass through before both of them but Wonwoo stops you by grabbing your hand. 

“Wait, are you going to be cold?” 

“I have a jacket,” you tell him. 

He looks you up and down in confusion. You’re not wearing a jacket and all you have in your free hand is a clutch. 

“Where?”

You let go of his hand and tug on one side of his own jacket. “Right here.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “Of course.”

“The car’s downstairs,” Mingyu huffs impatiently. 

“Chill out, white rabbit. They’re not not going to leave us.”

“White rabbit?” you ask as they follow you out into the hallway. 

“Yeah, you know the one that’s got the pocket watch from Alice in Wonderland?” 

“That’s kind of a random reference.”

“I’m well-read.”

“Isn’t that a children’s book?” Mingyu chimes in.

“No more questions.”

-

You get squished in between Wonwoo and Mingyu in the backseat of the cab. They both try to make themselves smaller to give you more space but they’re just so tall that their efforts are mostly in vain. 

“How much do I owe you for this?” you ask Mingyu, pulling your phone out to transfer your share to him. 

He shrugs you off. “Don’t worry about it. Your, um, Wonwoo’s covering yours.”

Wonwoo reaches over and locks your phone before you can start to type in his information. “Don’t.”

“But-”

“Don’t make me block your number. I’ll do it.”

You pout and fold your arms across your chest in defeat, prompting Mingyu to jump in and change the subject. 

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admit. “It sounds like there are a lot of them. I just don’t want to mix anyone up.”

“We’re a big group,” Mingyu agrees almost apologetically.

“They won’t mind if you do get them mixed up at first,” Wonwoo promises. 

“Except for Chan and Seungkwan.”

Wonwoo shoots Mingyu a look as you sink further in your seat. He clumsily attempts to do some damage control. 

“You already know Wonwoo and I. We’ll have your back.”

You nod but Wonwoo can still sense your apprehension. He puts a hand on your knee to try to comfort you, only to feel you tense up underneath his touch. Now you’re both anxious. 

-

The three of you get to Jihoon and Soonyoung’s pretty much right on time despite Mingyu’s worries. Jihoon’s the one to answer the door with his roommate right on his heels. 

“Happy birthday!” you all chorus as he ushers you inside. 

Wonwoo and Mingyu shove presents into his arms while you stand behind them timidly. 

When it’s your turn, you step up and offer the envelope you’d stashed in your clutch. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I hope cash is okay,” you tell Jihoon. 

Wonwoo had no idea you had even got him a card. You probably didn’t tell him because you knew he’d insist on adding your name to his gift instead.

“Please, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Jihoon gushes. 

“I wasn’t about to show up empty-handed!”

He smiles and lays the card on top of the other gifts in his hand. “Well, thank you. Please, make yourself at home! I’ve got to go put these with the others. There are drinks in the kitchen but I’m sure Wonwoo will make you one if you ask.”

He winks at Wonwoo as he walks off with his roommate, leaving the three of you alone once again- or the two of you. Mingyu had disappeared as well, without a word. Classic. 

“I think that went well,” you whisper to Wonwoo as he guides you through the apartment by the hand. 

“That’s an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jihoon be that friendly to a stranger.”

“I must be special,” you muse jokingly.

“Another understatement,” Wonwoo agrees under his breath. 

-

Wonwoo clumsily mixes you both a drink in the kitchen, pouring shots of vodka into plastic cups along with Sprite and grenadine to match the theme. Mixology isn’t his strong suit, neither are most activities that involve food and/or drink preparation for that matter, but the dirty Shirleys are palatable at the very least so he counts it as a win. 

You sip yours appreciatively with a little grin that tells him you’re pleased and he has to push down the swell of pride in his chest that urges him to kiss you in the middle of the crowded room you’re standing in. 

With drinks in hand, he leads you back into the living room to start introducing you to more of his friends. 

You’re a hit with everyone, of course. Seungkwan falls in love with you instantly. The guys don’t indulge his yapping as much as they probably should so when he notices you’re hanging on to his every word, he takes advantage. He would have likely talked your ear off all night long if Wonwoo hadn’t whisked you away to meet some of the others. 

Seokmin, Junhui, and Vernon are in the middle of a game of beer pong when Wonwoo drags you over to them. It’s two against one- Seok and Jun versus Vernon and somehow Vernon is winning. You watch from the sidelines as they play. All three of them are too distracted by their match to hold a true conversation with you but Wonwoo can tell that they like you and are eager to impress you by winning the game. They even protest when Wonwoo tries to pull you away to meet more people. 

“That’s not fair, she has to see who wins!”

“Yeah, you can’t take her away now!”

“You sound like children,” Wonwoo chides. 

He concedes, though, and you stay until the game ends. Jun and Seokmin manage to pull off the win, jeering poor Vernon as he chugs the last cup of beer with his middle finger directed at the other two. 

It was all going so well, until Wonwoo presents you to Jeonghan and Chan. They’re standing in a corner away from the rest of the party, whispering in each other’s ears about God knows what. 

Wonwoo gets their attention by clearing his throat and stepping aside to reveal you. He’s so preoccupied with introducing everyone that he misses the way Jeonghan’s eyes flicker with recognition when they land on you. He also misses the same look in your eyes. 

Jeonghan addresses you directly, completely subverting Wonwoo and cutting off Chan who had opened his mouth to say hello to you. 

“I didn’t know you guys were together.”

“We’re not together,” you clarify quickly, driving a knife right in between Wonwoo’s ribs. 

It’s his fault. He’s the one who’s been too much of a pussy to ask you out officially. But did you have to answer so fast? And so confidently?

“Oh,” Jeonghan murmurs. 

He looks unsure of what to make of the two of you and he’s still only looking at you... wait-

“You... know each other?” Wonwoo asks as it finally clicks. 

“Yeah, we used to f-” Jeonghan stops mid-sentence, tilting his head in confusion. 

Wonwoo follows his gaze to you who had started furiously shaking your head and motioning for him to shut up. 

“Ahem, nevermind.”

Wonwoo suddenly remembers a conversation he had with Jeonghan several months ago. It was at a party a lot like this one. All of the guys were gathered around a fire pit catching up and Soonyoung bugged Jeonghan to spill about the girl he was seeing at the time. 

Jeonghan brushed it off as nothing serious but he did make sure to note that it was, “the best sex I’ve ever had,” which led to a bunch of jeering shouts from the rest of the boys, Wonwoo included. 

“If it’s that good, why don’t you want to be exclusive?” someone, he thinks Minghao, asked. 

Jeonghan shrugged. “Neither of us feel ready for that. She’s kind of hung up on an ex and I don’t have the time to commit.”

“Or the emotional capability,” another one called out.

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe it’ll go there one day but for now... it’s just for fun.”

The memory burns in the back of Wonwoo’s throat. He blinks the image of you underneath his friend away and clears his throat. He’s jumping to conclusions. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe it hadn’t been you Jeonghan was talking about. Maybe the f-word he had been about to say was... “farm” or “frolic”?

“So how do you know each other?” his voice breaks as he asks the question but he barely notices. 

Jeonghan gives you a look as if to say, do you want to tell him or should I. You sigh and turn to face Wonwoo.

“We used to hook up,” you admit.

“Oh, cool.”

Cool? Cool? What kind of response was that? That’s not the kind of thing you say after finding out the girl you want to be your girlfriend used to bang one of your best friends. 

It shouldn’t be a big deal. He didn’t know you back then. It’s been months since. This sort of thing happens to people all the time. Right?

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” It’s Chan that snaps him out of his spiral this time. Wonwoo had honestly forgotten that he was standing there too. 

“Yeah, fine.”

No one is convinced. 

“Are you sure?” you ask him quietly. “Do you want to go talk about it somewhere more private?”

That’s the last thing Wonwoo wants to do right now. He knows he’ll have to confront this sooner or later but he’d rather it be later. Much later.

“I’m sure,” he assures you. “It’s not a big deal.” 

You look relieved which comforts him at least a little bit but not nearly enough.

“Does anyone else want another drink?” Chan asks, breaking the silence again. 

No one does but he uses the excuse of getting himself one to dip from the conversation, leaving you, Jeonghan, and Wonwoo to simmer in awkward tension by yourselves. 

You’re the first to speak once he’s gone. “If you have any questions, you can ask us.”

Jeonghan flinches at the “us”  like he hadn’t been expecting you to volunteer his input, probably because he hadn’t been, but nods reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Wonwoo. 

“I’ll let you know if I think of any,” Wonwoo mutters. 

In reality, he has a lot of questions. None of which he’s sure he wants to hear the answers to or ask in front of Jeonghan. 

“So uh, how have you been?” Jeonghan asks. 

“I’ve been good!” you tell him as you grab Wonwoo’s hand and squeeze it. “Really good.”

Jeonghan grins. “You look good.” 

It’s an innocuous comment but it causes Wonwoo’s heart rate to spike once again. 

“You both do,” Jeonghan amends when he notices his friend’s reaction. 

“So do you. Your hair’s gotten long.” 

“I’ve been growing it out. You like it?”

“I do, yeah. It suits you.”

“Thank you.” Jeonghan bites his lip as he says it, either to keep from laughing or smirking, and you smile in turn, which makes Wonwoo's eye twitch imperceptibly (he hopes).

Suddenly, Seungkwan appears from out of nowhere and Wonwoo's almost relieved until he opens his mouth.

"Mingyu's looking for you. He wants you to be his partner for pong."

"I'm a little busy," Wonwoo mutters. The last thing he wants to do is leave you alone with Jeonghan after what he had just learned.

"You know he's just going to keep bugging you until you give in," Seungkwan sighs.

"You should go play," you chime in encouragingly. "I'll be fine."  

Seungkwan takes Wonwoo by the arm and begins to drag him toward the other room. "The faster you win, the faster you can come back to her," he says.

It's supposed to make him feel better but it doesn't. He's famously terrible at games that involve coordination. It could be hours before he makes it back to you and that's IF Jeonghan hasn't charmed his way back into your pants by then. He turns his head to look back at you just before Seungkwan pulls him through the doorway just to see you laughing at something Jeonghan's said. He has half a mind to wrestle himself out of Seungkwan's grasp and march back over there to get in between the two of you but that wouldn't fit into his already very unconvincing "playing it cool" thing he's trying to pull off.

Fortunately, they win after just two rounds. He barely hugs Mingyu in celebration before he peels off to find you. You aren't in the same corner you had been when he left so he has to check a few more places before finally stumbling across you in the kitchen. Jeonghan's nowhere in sight, thankfully. Wonwoo doesn't care where he's fucked off to as long as it's not with you.

"There you are," Wonwoo says, getting your attention immediately.

"Got thirsty," you explain, showing him your empty cup. "Want one?"

"Only if it's as good as the one I made you earlier."

You scoff. "A high bar to clear."

"I believe in you."

He approaches you from behind as you mix the drinks, running his fingers along the small strip of your back your outfit left exposed. You shiver but neither of you comment on it, quiet until you hand Wonwoo his cup and offer yours to cheers with. You watch his expression as he lifts the cup to his lips.

"So?"

He doesn't want to admit yours is better than his even though the difference is obvious. It's another dirty Shirley but the one you made is smoother, evidently poured with a much lighter hand.

"It's okay," he bluffs.

You shove him lightly, enough to make him rock back on his heels. "Shut the fuck up."

"Or what?" he challenges.

"Or I'll tie you up. Again."

Wonwoo feels his throat get tight. “That was a one-time thing!”

“You keep saying that but you sure seemed to like it in the moment.”

You had him there. He did like it. He liked it a lot, in fact- maybe too much. Even thinking about it now, the way you straddled him, the way the rope bit into his wrists when he pulled against his restraints... his cheeks get hot before he can shake the thoughts from his mind. 

“You’re blushing,” you point out. “You did like it”

His shy smile falls as he abruptly wonders if you’ve ever done the same thing to Jeonghan. He pictures Jeonghan in his place, the memories replacing his body underneath you with that of his friend. He sees Jeonghan kissing you, chasing your lips when you pull away. He sees the sweat on his brow, the determined set of his jaw. 

All of the questions he didn’t want to confront earlier douse him like a bucket of ice water. Was Jeonghan a better lover? Would he be a better boyfriend? Who was big-

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” 

Your voice, the thing that usually brings Wonwoo back down to earth, isn’t what breaks the spell this time. It’s the expression on your face when he looks down at you.

“Not really,” he admits. 

You lay a hand over his. “Do you want to get out of here? We can leave.”

“In a bit. Follow me.”

He leads you back through the house, up the stairs to where he knows no one else will be. He briefly considers pulling you into one of the bedrooms but thinks better of it, knowing neither of his friends would appreciate what he plans to do to you happening on their beds. 

There’s a bathroom across the hall from the bedrooms that he chooses instead, holding the door open to let you in first. 

The gentlemanly gesture is immediately canceled out as soon as the door shuts, though, as he pushes your back up against it and starts to kiss you. 

You reciprocate, thankfully. Your lips part almost immediately to let his tongue explore your mouth. He feels the tug of your hands clutching his jacket, pulling him in closer. He lets you, pressing his body to yours so you can feel exactly what you do to him. 

He’s the first to break the kiss but he only does so that he can move down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access, moaning under your breath when he begins to suck on a spot just below your jaw.  

"W-where's this coming from?" you ask, breathless.

"I've wanted you all night," Wonwoo explains, brushing it off. It’s not a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either and he suspects you know that. Still, he wishes you would just let it go and lose yourself in him the way he was trying to in you. 

“I’ve just... never seen you like this,” you say. 

“Like what?” 

“So desperate.”

Wonwoo stops. He lifts his head to finally make eye contact with you, detaching himself from your person. You look like you want to protest but you don’t. You let him go, watching as  he takes a step back and considers what you’ve said. You cross your arms over your chest, closing yourself off to him. 

“It’s Jeonghan, isn’t it?” He sighs, which is all the confirmation you need. "Shouldn't we talk about it?"

“What is there to talk about?”

“You tell me. It obviously bothers you.”

The words escape him for what feels like the thousandth time. The shame that he had been pushing down all night creeps up the back of his neck like fire chasing a trail of gasoline, burning hot, the smoke filling his lungs and threatening to suffocate him. 

How does he articulate it? How does he tell you he’s afraid that given the choice, you’d pick Jeonghan over him? That he’s sure Jeonghan would be able to give you what he might not be able to? He’s never had to confront feelings like these. He rarely forces himself to confront feelings of any kind. It’s why he’s never had a girlfriend for longer than a few months, why he tried so hard not to get attached. 

When he doesn’t respond, you fill in the blanks for him. “What, is it that your friend had me first? Are you humiliated to be with someone’s sloppy seconds?”

Wonwoo’s shocked that that’s the conclusion you would come to. “No! No, absolutely not. You’re not- don’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me.” You roll your eyes. “I’m serious! It’s... fuck, I’m not good at this. It shouldn’t bother me. I know it shouldn’t. It was before we met and you didn’t know we knew each other, and even now we’re not technically- I mean, I want to be but I’ve been too much of a pussy-”

“Wonwoo.”

“Sorry.” He takes a deep breath in an attempt to steel himself before trying again. “Let me start over. It bothers me but not for the reason you think. I can’t stop worrying that he’s better than me.” 

“Better than you? At what, sex?”

“At all of it. If he was better in bed, if he’d be a better boyfriend... I know it isn’t healthy to compare myself to another guy, especially to someone who’s my friend, but I like you so much. I want you to be happy and I want what’s best for you and I want that to be me. I’m just afraid that it won’t be.”

He’s able to breathe a little easier when your gaze softens and your arms fall back to your sides. “Why don’t you let me make that decision for myself?”

“I- of course. It's totally up to you I just meant-” He shuts up when you take a step towards him. 

“You know, you were a lot cockier when we first met. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Hannie really shook you up, huh?”

You’re teasing him. Throwing in Jeonghan’s nickname like that, you want to get under his skin.  

Wonwoo narrows his eyes at you. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“It’s one of the things you like about me. One of the reasons you want me to be your girlfriend.”

“Come here.” 

He grabs your arm before you can duck away, using his strength to overpower you and trap you in between himself and the sink. 

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“What?”

“To be my girlfriend.”

“Are you asking?”

There is no hesitation this time. “Yes.”

It’s not the most romantic proposition, but he figures it’s fitting for the two of you. He’s already been more vulnerable with you in the last ten minutes than he has with anyone in years. It’s progress.

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “Then yes.”

The desperation comes back full force when he kisses you. It’s different this time, though. All-consuming. He didn’t think he would get this far and now that he has, he feels like he has something to prove. 

He runs his hands up the backs of your thighs until they reach your ass. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he looks at you.

“No panties?”

“It’s a thong,” you laugh. 

“Ah.”

His fingers find the waistband and snap it against your skin, making you flinch. 

“I had to, ah, wear them because this skirt is so goddamn tight.”

Wonwoo doesn’t really get what that means but he nods like he does, moving his hand from your hip to in between your legs. 

“Seems like someone else is pretty needy too,” he muses as he coats his fingers in your arousal and starts to play with your clit. “Have you also been thinking about this all night?” 

You bite your lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? I need more than that, baby.”

You groan in annoyance. “Yes, I’ve been thinking about it.”

“For how long?”

“S-since I got to your apartment.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, rewarding you by pushing one of his fingers inside of you. 

“I like your friends. They’re all really nice, but I’ve been wanting to go home so we could fuck pretty much this whole time.” 

“Should’ve said something, pretty girl. We could’ve come up here a lot sooner.”

You look shy all of the sudden. “Well, I wasn’t thinking about doing it here.”

“It turns you on, though, doesn’t it? Knowing we could get caught?” he adds another finger as he presses you for an answer, causing a whimper to slip from your lips as you nod. 

“Is that why you brought me up here?” you challenge shakily. “So that he might hear us?”

It’s like a slap in the face, but less hot. And it stings even more because you’re right. 

He slides his fingers out of you without warning, pointedly ignoring the pout you try to guilt him with. 

“Open.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. You’re going to clean my fingers off for me.”

You do as you’re told and suck his fingers clean, moaning around them at the taste of yourself for good measure. 

“There we go. Good girl. Might as well make that mouth of yours useful if you’re going to insist on being bratty.” You roll your eyes at him and try to protest. “Aht-aht, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He relents with a smirk when you push your teeth into his fingertips, threatening to bite him. 

“You’re lucky it turns me on when you’re a dick.”

“Trust me, I know. Now turn around.”

Wonwoo works on unbuckling his belt while you bend over the sink and brace yourself against the counter. He’s so focused on getting inside of you that he almost forgets the most important part.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care.”

He meets your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been on the pill for forever now. I just liked the extra precaution.”

“Jihoon probably has some around somewhere if you want to-”

“Wonwoo?”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me without one.”

He blinks a couple of times, half-wondering if this was a dream. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious. Do you not want to?”

“Of course I want to,” he assures you. “But we’ve never done that before.”

You’re the one smirking now. “I mean, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? My boyfriend can fuck me raw whenever he wants to.”

“Fuck.” His cock twitches against his thigh. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”

“You mean you aren’t already?” you tease. 

Instead of answering, Wonwoo gets his hands back on you, pushing your skirt up to expose your ass. He pulls your thong to the side and spreads you apart, groaning at the sight of you. 

You make a similar noise when he spits into his palm and starts to stroke himself. He’s tempted to tease you back, to make you watch him jerk off while he knows you’re aching for it, but he’s dying for it too and he doesn’t have the patience to make either of you wait any longer. 

Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing into you, just the tip at first. You whine and try to push yourself further onto him but he holds you in place, giving you one inch at a time until there’s no more to give and you’re connected at the hips. You both sigh in relief at the feeling, though the moment doesn’t last for long. 

You make eye contact with Wonwoo in the mirror, pleading silently for him to move. He does, pulling out slowly before rocking back into you, cursing under his breath at the way you’re squeezing him. 

“How are you always so fucking tight?” he grunts. “Doesn’t matter what I do to you, how many times I make you cum before I fuck you...” he trails off, losing the ability to complete the thought as he loses himself in you. 

“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” you gasp. 

“Oh, is that right?” 

The little voice in the back of Wonwoo’s mind urges him to ask if he’s the biggest you’ve ever had, but he resists it. It would defeat the purpose of the conversation you’d literally just had-- even if he is dying to know if his dick is bigger than Jeonghan’s-- so he decides to taunt you instead. 

“But you like it like that, don’t you? Can’t get off unless you’re being split in half. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth falls open, either in shock or in pleasure. There’s no way to tell which. 

“That’s not t-true” you argue.

He clicks his tongue, calling your bluff. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. It’s okay to be a size queen when your boyfriend’s got a big dick.”

The word feels foreign on his tongue but he likes the way it sounds. He likes the sound of being anything as long as he's yours. 

Subconsciously, his grip on you gets a little more possessive. He holds you tighter, closer. He shortens his thrusts, not pulling out as far so he can keep his body against yours. You feel so warm around him, even warmer without a condom in between you.  

He’s never done this with anyone before, never wanted it with anyone until you. Of course, he had always heard that fucking someone raw felt a thousand times better than it did with protection but it was just never worth taking the risk to him. 

Risk is the last thing on Wonwoo’s mind now. The only thing he can think about is how good, how right it feels to have you like this. 

“Baby? You still with me?” he asks, slowing down enough for you to respond. 

“Mhm.”

“Feels good?”

“So good.”

“Are you getting close?”

You nod, moaning a little too loud when you open your mouth to try and answer. Your eyes widen in surprise and you clap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle it but it’s too late. 

“It’s okay, I’m sure no one heard.” 

Secretly, Wonwoo hopes they did. He knows you don’t actually want to get caught, though, so he offers to help in the best way he knows how. 

“Take a deep breath, baby.”

The way your eyes roll back when Wonwoo’s hand closes around your throat is almost enough to send him over the edge. He has to bite his lip and pray to whoever’s listening as you cum hard around him, weakly fucking you through it while he hangs on by a thread.

He can barely think, let alone speak. The words are choked out, shaky and barely coherent. “Fuck, I’m- where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you plead. “Cum inside me.”

God, he’s going to lose it. “Are you sure?”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

He wants to jab back, joke that you don’t have to beg even though you always sound so pretty when you do, but he’s too busy filling you with cum to grant you any kind of response. There’s so much, way more than he anticipated. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“What, why?”

He gives you a sheepish look. “It’s going to make a mess.”

You shake your head at him. “That’s what your tongue is for, silly.” Of course. Wonwoo is lucky to be dating such a smart woman. “You clean me up, I clean you up?”

He grins. “Deal.”

He pulls out and sinks to his knees on the tile in front of you, cock still out and still hard, dripping with the both of you. His hands travel gently up the backs of your legs until he reaches your thighs. He taps your right one, signalling you to lift it and hoist it over his shoulder. Then when you do, he looks up at you expectantly. 

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “What?”

“So... after this, my place or yours?”