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marshmallow-phd · 6 months ago

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

The grand hall was lit as bright as midday. Every surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the candlelight at a greater force. Brilliant brass and gold surrounded you as you made your way through the dancing couples, their movements in perfect sync. Wrapped in each other's arms, they spin around without a care for your wandering presence.

While all who surrounded you were decorated in blacks and whites, your own dress was the color of freshly spilled blood. The heavy skirts that hug from your waist made it difficult to navigate the ballroom. Their fullness was of an older fashion, one that maybe your grandmother would have worn in her youth. The dropped shoulders left you exposed, your skin chilled despite the amount of bodies in here.

You kept navigating the dance floor, on the look out for something, though you didn’t know what. Then you felt the familiar burn of eyes boring into your back, which sent a shiver down your spine. You whirled around to find the source, the dress brushing at your feet with the sudden motion. Through the crowd, you spotted Baekhyun leaning against the wall. With a single finger, he beckoned you over. And you obeyed.

Breaking through the sea of dancers, you took in his elegant suit, the hems lined with gold thread that shimmered against black velvet.

"You shouldn't dance alone," he purred. Arms crossed over his chest, he smirked at you with a grin even the devil wouldn't wear.

"I have no partner," you retorted. He held out a lazy hard. Hardly the romantic gesture. "No, thank you."

"How about me?" asked a sweet voice in your ear.

You turned your head to find Junmyeon at your back. He laid a soft hand on your hip to keep you from escaping out of propriety. When you didn’t shove him away, the hand slyly moved to your stomach, pulling your bare shoulder blades into his chest. With the fingers of his left hand, he tilted your chin towards him.

"Am I a suitable partner?"

No answer passed your lips. You could think of nothing to say. The thought of him twirling you around the dance floor was not… unpleasant.

Junmyeon neither needed nor cared for a reply. He dipped his head to your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the skin. A small gasp passed your lips. And then he pressed another. More and more as he climbed up the curve of your neck. Heat rose from every inch of you as you sighed into the affectionate touches. You relaxed into his touch, welcoming each new contact of his lips.

"It's rude not to share, Junmyeon.”

Your attention snapped back to Baekhyun, who you had forgotten was there. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood in front of the minor.

No, not a mirror. There was no reflection.

Except… there was. The mirror reflected the floor, the ceiling, the candlelight. You.

But not Baekhyun. Not Junmyeon. And not the dancers still spinning behind you.

Fingers snaked through your hair and pulled your head back, your vulnerable neck exposed. From the gallery above, Kyungsoo watched as elongated fangs flashed behind Junmyeon’s lips and plunged into your neck.

*****

You woke with a start, the blanket flying off of you as you sat up in a fury. Sweet drenched every pore of your skin. Your day old dress clung to your skin in a way that felt suffocating. Each breath was a struggle for your lungs.

Vampires. The nightmarish tale that had kept you up as a child until you were convinced they weren't real turned out to be true. But how could they be real?

Creatures of the night. Blood drinkers. Horror stories meant to keep children from wandering about after dark.

Curling your legs to your chest and encasing them in your arms, you tried to think of a way out. To escape. With what strength you possessed, you slid off the bed and walked over to the window. The sun, so bright and full of life, was just beginning its descent towards the horizon. Night–their domain–was hours away. If the legends were true, then they would all be asleep at this moment. Any risk that was to be taken had to be taken now.

After changing into a sturdier dress, you retrieved your still mud-covered boots and, keeping them in one hand, you carefully pushed away the pathetic barrier and snuck out of the room.

Each step was taken with unmatched caution. You tested every board with your foot before fully committing. Any squeak of a floor or stumble down a stair could alert them to your escape. But by the grace of a miracle, you made it to the front door. Fingers trembling, you pulled on the boots and tied up the laces before opening the door only wide enough for you to slink through.

The next breath taken outside was like the first breath of life. But there was no time to take it in.

Gathering your skirts in your grip, you took off into the trees. The dirt was dry and sturdy under your feet. Branches and leaves crunched with the weight of your boots. A lady’s delicacy was out of the question as you ran without abandon. You didn't know what direction you were running. But vampires needed blood to survive and they weren’t drinking yours. And Jongdae had brought those buns from a bakery, not their own kitchen. You doubted any of them knew how to cook. That meant a village or town had to be nearby. Junmyeon had lied about the isolation of the manor. If you just kept going, you could find freedom.

However, your stamina was running out. This was never your preferred activity. Your lungs and throat burned in an unfamiliar way. The sun still shined above. A short respite could be spared.

You leaned against a tree trunk for support. In your boots your feet pulsed. Only now did you realize that you had run away without food or water. Not knowing where the kitchen was located, you didn't have time to waste on it. You could survive, you told yourself. Just a little farther. The town couldn’t be too far. Unless you were headed in the wrong direction.

A rustling rippled through the silent forest. You snapped to attention, trying to find the source.

“The wind,” you gasped between ragged breaths. “It had to be the wind.”

A low, rumbling growl said it wasn't wind.

In the distance, large silhouettes emerged. Wolves. Nearly a dozen of them.

You ran as fast as your crying legs could take you. With their superior nature built for the hunt, the wolves caught up to you within seconds. Their growls and howls grew louder and more threatening behind you. Running from the manor had been easy. Running from the wolves was to be your end.

Powerful paws slammed into your back. You were thrown to the ground, rolling across the ground as a scream ripped at your throat. The momentum stopped you on your stomach. Hair covered your face, but you could still see your death through the strands.

Wolves of gray and black gathered in a half moon circle. They had their prey in perfect position. The middle wolf pounced. All you had time to do was throw up your arms to protect your face. Claws raked across your forearm. Another scream echoed through the merciless trees. The wolf landed on the other side of you with pride. Now you were surrounded. A second wolf leapt.

A blur appeared in front of you and collided with the wolf midair. The two bodies tumbled across the forest floor. A human and the wolf.

Not a human.

Chanyeol. The wolf trapped within his grasp, Chanyeol tightened his grip–

Crack.

The wolf fell limply to the ground, its tongue hanging from its jaw.

The others appeared seconds later. Not understanding what they were up against, the wolves let you go to attack the newest threat.

"Are you alright?" Junmyeon knelt down in front of you. His hands were outstretched as if you were the wild animal on the verge of attack. Behind him, snarls and whimpers told of the fight–and who was winning. Despite not answering him, he caught sight of your bleeding arm. "We need to get back to the manor."

He didn't ask permission before picking you up into his arms and sprinting through the forest. Everything blurred past you, your loose hair whipping at your face. He burst through the manor doors and didn't stop until he was able to set you down in the largest chair. Once you were safe, he fell to his knees, only his palms keeping him upright. The others soon stumbled in behind him, heaving and collapsing onto the floor. Only then did you notice the smoke floating up from each of their backs. Patches of burnt, red skin sizzled on their knuckles and faces. Anything that had been exposed to the sun.

"Baekhyun," Junmyeon gasped.

"I already have it." Kyungsoo came into the parlor with bottles stacked in his arms. He quickly passed them around, waiting until the others were quenching their thirst before pulling the cork out of his own bottle and chugging the contents.

With his bottle empty, Junmyeon tossed it to the side and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Red smears stained the ivory fabric. You shrank back in the chair as he turned towards you.

"What hell were you thinking!" He growled. "I warned you about the wolves!"

"Junmyeon, she's shaken up enough," Jongdae defended. Before your eyes, his burnt skin healed to be like new.

"She could have been killed!"

Your head was pounding. He was… concerned about your life? The legends said that the sun was a vampire's deadliest enemy. It was why they thrived in the darkness. But they had all risked a final death to come after you.

"Did you hear me scream?" you whispered. You could barely feel your own lips moving. All heads tuned to you.

Yixing was the one to answer. "Yes. We all heard you."

"Why were you out there?" Sehun asked aggressively.

You sucked in a sharp breath. There was no escaping the truth now. You stared at Jongdae. "I figured it out.”

Baekhyun laughed. "At least we don't have to walk around delicately anymore."

"When exactly did you do so?" Minseok mocked.

"Then you should remember what I said to you before was true. Harm would not come to you within these walls." Junmyeon crouched down next to the chair. His eyes... there was something behind the darkness that tugged at your still wildly beating heart. "I know you were running away. And if you're desperate to get away enough to get yourself killed, then the choice can be yours. We can send you on your way with every provision. Or," he cleared his throat, "you stay here. With us."

A choice? He was giving you a choice?

Your gaze drifted over the faces that stared back at you. Even Kyungsoo refused to look away while he waited. There was almost a plea in his expression, a subtle beg. But was it to stay? Or for you to run as far away as possible?

Junmeyon took your attention away when he picked up your wounded arm with delicate fingers. His pleading was much more clear.

To leave would be the better choice. The more sane choice. But what would happen afterwards? You could claim being lost in the woods. With evidence of the carriage and the missing driver, what else could they believe? After a few days on bed rest, you would be back by your aunt's side, following her every whim. Including indulging her on a "perfectly adequate" suitor because you had no other option, no other path. That suitor who would then become your future. But you didn't want it. You refused to give in to it.

Already within these few days, you were… changed in a way. They might not be human, but these men would forever be burned into your memory. Who could move you with music the way Chanyeol had? What silent strength could match the aura of Junmyeon? You had been promised that none of them would harm you. The chance for something extraordinary was right in front of you. The kind of chance you had only read about. It just had to be taken.

"I think… I think I want to stay."

*****

The moon became an ever changing friend. You hardly saw the sun anymore. Like the men you had given yourself over to, you lived under the stars. It was oddly beautiful. This time was often forgotten about by you and many others. The night was only a background to your time within your dreams. But now it was your entire world.

Every evening, you awoke to the dying orange light of the day. Breakfast always waited for you outside the door. It was the rule that no one broke; none could enter your room without explicit permission from you. Those walls remained your safe haven when things grew too overwhelming.

Despite your decision to stay, discovering that other creatures walked the earth required a step away once in a while. Especially now, with you aware of their true nature, the men were refusing to hold back.

Dropping from the roof, running around with spectacular speed, and lifting objects that ten men couldn't hold. It was remarkable. Except for the diet and inability to walk in the sun, the… condition seemed more like a blessing.

"You're rather thoughtful this evening,” Jongdae commented. He walked beside you like he did every twilight.

After you finished your breakfast, you met Jongae at the front doors to go on a walk around the manor grounds. Often others would join you as well. Junmyeon was the most frequent, though Yixing, Changed, and Jongin made many appearances over the past week and a half. Boundaries were constantly tested, but one word from you and they retreated.

"I guess you could say I am thoughtful tonight," you finally sighed. You hadn’t realized that you were being so obviously quiet. Funny, since you would have thought Jongdae would enjoy the silence. You typically had many questions or comments of your own to make.

"Should I go steal a penny from Sehun?"

You laughed. "I'd like to think my thoughts are worth more than a single penny.”

"They must be if you've become so skilled in deflecting from them." He crossed over to block your path. Gaze narrowed, he studied your carefully guarded expression. "What are you thinking about so hard? Regretting your decision to stay already?"

"No," you insisted. "Not at all."

He raised an eyebrow that simply asked, "Then what?"

"Do you always stay here?" you countered. "At the manor, I mean."

"We travel," Jongdae answered with a nod. "Not too often. It’s a bit difficult, you see."

"But we like traveling north.” Minseok dropped from who-knew-where, landing with barely bent knees and hands folded behind his back. "In the winter, the night lasts longer. Junmyeon has a small hunting lodge up there.

A hunting lodge? "Then why do you stay here?"

Minsoek shrugged. "This manor is bigger."

"Having nine of us in one household can be a bit volatile,” Jongdae added. He stepped aside to continue the stroll. "We need the room to separate so we don't level a building."

Your foot caught on an invisible lump in the grass. "You could destroy a building while fighting?"

Minseok snickered as he caught your stumble and helped steady your stance. His hand lingered at your waist until your sharpened glare made him remove it. "We haven’t crumbled a wall in a few years."

You scoffed at the casual tone. "What sort of fight caused that?"

"I can't remember." Minseok leaned forward slightly to look at Jongdae for help. But he didn't seem to recall either.

"Who knows what started it between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had fought over something to the point of destroying a wall to crumble? It didn't feel plausible. Neither seemed like the hot-headed sort. You wanted to know the igniting incident so desperately.

Both Jongdae and Minseok suddenly whipped their heads towards the front of the manor.

"What is it?" you asked when neither offered an explanation.

"Junmyeon's calling for us." Jongdae scooped you up into his arms without warning. At your confused expression, he explained, "We're not leaving you alone out here." Remember your last adventure in the woods lingered in the silence.

The short lived wind whipped at your hair that you still wore loose to cover your neck. As soon as he stopped running, you wiggled out of his arms to be back on your feet. Everyone else was already gathered just outside the door. Several eyed you and Jongdae with suspicious and annoyed glares. You took a step away from him for some separation.

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon called everyone to attention. "We have to go hunting–real hunting. Now, normally, we all go together, but now that we have our guest," he nodded towards you, "some will have to stay behind with her until the first party… comes back."

"If you all need to go,” you couldn't quite speak the word feed, "then I'll be alright. For a few hours, at least." You weren't sure how long this excursion would take.

Junmyeon's features softened. "No. We'll go in groups. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Minseok and I will go first. We shouldn't be gone long." He reached out and patted the top of your head before disappearing into the trees. Kyungsoo gave no goodbye as he followed suit. The last two playfully shoved each other while taking off.

"Come." Yixing took hold of your hand and started pulling you inside. "I want to show you something."

"But–" You had wanted to ask Jongdae a question, but the traitor was already gone, off somewhere to do something he would never tell you about. So, you let Yixing take you into the manor and up the main staircase at the end of the hallway. At least he let you stay on your own feet instead of insisting on going at his speed.

Going down an unfamiliar hallway, you were reminded how big this place was and how much you still had to explore. The men occupied most of your time, vying for your attention and pulling you this way and that so you didn’t have much time on your own. It was odd and overwhelming at times.

During your seasons in town, you were hardly a well-sought after prize. There were prettier girls with grander dowries. You had accepted that fact. Now you were the center of a courting dance to which you knew none of the steps and possessed endless partners.

Yixing paused in front of a door that looked identical to all the others. He kept his fingers tight around yours as he slowly turned the knob with his free hand. The door swung open.

The gasp inhaled through your parted lips wasn't enough to convey your awe.

Maps of all the places you'd heard of and dozens more you hadn't covered the walls like homemade wallpaper. Slipping out of Yixing's grip, you walked further into the study, spinning slowly around to take it all in. The maps were varying degrees of tan, some as light as his skin, others as dark as animal leather.

Instead of bookshelves, doorless cabinets waist high lined three of the walls. Their squared shelves were stuffed full of parchment and ink and quills. A lone sketcher's desk sat in the middle, an unfinished drawing laying against the tilted surface.

"What is this place?"

"It's my personal study," Yixing answered as he laid a hand on the edge of the desk. "Kyungsoo gave it to me after I had accidentally taken over one of the parlors."

Your awe increased ten-fold. Your initial assumption was that he was a collector, not the original artist. "You drew all of these?"

He nodded almost... shyly. "I did. I was a cartographer. Before."

"Before?" You understood what he meant, but you didn't know how to ask for the story.

Turning his eyes to the parchment, he pinched it between his fingers. "I didn't just love traveling. I loved capturing it on paper. I wanted to make these places into art, but not like every other painting. I wanted them to be perfect. Exact replicas as if you were staying at them from God’s point of view. And I wanted to be the best. I couldn't be, though. I wasn’t good enough."

You moved closer to him, entranced in the story. "What happened?"

A rueful smile tightened at his lips. "I was given a chance to become perfect. What I didn't know was that I traded everyone knowing my maps for the talent to make it happen." Sorrow rolled from him like the tide warning of an oncoming storm.

Feeling the pull to comfort him, you reached out and covered his fidgeting hand with your own steady fingers.

"People will be able to know your work some day," you whispered. "I’m sure of it."

Perhaps you had been a bit too forward, a bit too open.

Yixing moved gracefully forward to eliminate most of the space between you. A smooth thumb that once must have been calloused when it was human caressed the edge of your jaw. His flickering eyes made intentions obvious.

Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the touch. "Why isn't this one finished?" You pointed to the drawing on the desk. It was an aerial view of the manor, with the top half of the parchment containing the beginning edges of the garden hedges. Disappointed, Yixing sighed and went along with your distraction.

"I'm still working out the maze. It is intricate. Much more than I was prepared for."

"Goodness." You were thankful that you hadn't wandered in there yet, especially on your own.

"Yixing.”

Both of you turned towards the door to find Sehun standing under the frame.

"Yes, Sehun?" Yixing said through somewhat gritted teeth. The young vampire wasn't phased.

"I need to speak with you."

"Fine." None of you moved.

Sehun looked at you with a pointed glare.

You received the hint loud and clear. "I'll leave you, then.”

With more relief than you cared to admit, you scurried out of the room and down the hallway.

Around the corner, you pressed your back against the wall and forced yourself to take deep breaths that filled your lungs to capacity. Panic had been the response at Yixing's closeness. You didn't mean for that to be the response. You didn't want to be closed off to any of them. But you couldn't help it. Maybe it was merely the closeness of the situation.

Giving yourself a small amount of grace, you pushed off the wall and made your way downstairs. So used to your time being absorbed by the men that you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Two of the ones that remained behind were currently occupied. As for the three others, they could have been anywhere.

You wandered around the main floor with a fleeting hope that one would come to find you. Then you saw them. A row of grand doors evenly spaced along the north wall called you forward.

The grand ballroom took your breath away. Not so dissimilar to the one in your dream, though this one’s lack of warmth and light left you heartbroken. Memories of dancing figures and lively music haunted these walls. In the corner, you could imagine a small orchestra strumming their instruments in delight.

You walked to the center where dozens of pairs used to twirl and bow and embrace each other in time with the melody. Ghostly laughter echoed in your ears. What had once been bright and golden and full of life was dull, dark, and covered in cobwebs that swayed in the breeze of unknown origin.

Glancing around, you confirmed that you were truly alone before closing your eyes, lifting your arms, and began a soft hum.

You danced with an invisible partner in the fashion that your grandfather had taught you as a small child. It was more intimate than the choreographed dances currently popularized. You had always imagined your first ball like this, instead of the disappointment you really experienced. You had pictured a boy you didn’t know catching your eye. As the music was struck up, he laid a hand on your waist.

Just like now.

Hm. Your imagination was running wild, even pretending the weight of a palm was there on your lower back. And now in your lifted left hand.

No. That wasn’t your imagination.

Your eyes snapped open.

Jongin had taken the place of your imagined partner. He smiled down at you with a feline smirk as his hands tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away. There was no choice in leaving this musicless dance. You had stopped humming but he continued to whirl you around the marble floor. He controlled the dance, in charge of every step. He led with an expertise he shouldn’t have possessed–if he were a man of this age.

In one final move, he slipped his arm fully around your waist, pulling you so close that no room remained between you. Without breaking the spin, he lifted you from the floor as if you were no more than a kitten and whirled you around like the heroine from your favorite novel.

When the spin came to a close, he set you back on your feet, but didn’t let go. Your lungs heaved from the exercise–and from the way your bodies pressed together. Each rise of your chest brought you even closer to Jongin. He kept your gaze like a stablehand trying to calm a wild horse. His right hand slipped from your fingers, softly tracing the delicate inside of your arm. The touch left behind a fire you couldn’t explain. A cold, simmering fire.

He cupped your jaw as his eyes drifted down to your lips. This was a different reaction to Yixing’s wandering gaze. Not panic, but something similar.

Jongin held you in place as he leaned down, his lips pressing gently into the corner of yours. The thin breath in your lungs hitched. He lifted his lips only to find a new patch of skin. The delicate skin covering your pulse. Every muscle in your body froze. He kissed the skin softly. Surely, he could feel the race of your blood.

“Whenever you need a partner,” he said in a hush against your neck, “just whisper my name.”

And then, he was gone.

You stared off at the empty path left behind Jongin. The sheer hubris.

His name lingered on your lips, wondering if he would really come back like he said. But you kept the whisper inside and left the ballroom just the same.

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cloudbersoo · 1 year ago

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would you mind?｜zhang hao

synopsis: how to get over a guy you didn’t even date in ten easy steps with the help of zhang hao.

tags: zhang hao x gn!reader, acquaintances to lovers, university au, fluff, slight angst, y/n likes someone else at the beginning, y/n is very drunk, making out when drunk, shy!hao, bestie!matthew has no filter, roommate!taerae, hanbin keeps laughing, what did jiwoong do though? y/n overthinks a little sometimes, mentions of sex and implied sex but no explicit smut! (im a minor and can’t write smut for the life of me)

word count: 6k (how did this get so long?)

a/n: this is my first fic in like six years and the first in english altogether! idk how to feel about this one but i thought to post it anyway. writing this honestly made me respect fanfic writers so much more, it really isn’t easy! this took me like five days to make. not sure how often i’ll be doing this but i enjoyed writing a lot. sorry for any grammar errors or such, i proofread this a couple of times, but my english isn’t perfect, so some mistakes might go past me. anyway, thanks and sorry! enjoy reading!

my playlist while writing: in bloom & new kidz on the block by zb1, cream soda & private party by exo, roller coaster & party o’clock by nmixx !!

i. drink your feelings away

“finally you’re here” matthew mumbled in his slightly drunken stage, leaning onto a wall as you closed the door behind you. you could hear the music and people’s chatter coming from the living room. the smell of alcohol was also very strong, especially on your friend. you wished you could just turn back and go home. you were way too miserable to party right now but the sweet smile matthew was giving you was making you stay. you couldn’t possibly disappoint your best friend on his special day.

“yeah, sorry for being late” you finally answered to the birthday boy as you handed out your gift with a forced smile. “happy birthday matt.”

he took the bottle of wine and chuckled. “thank you y/n” he said, looking at the bottle of his favourite. “for this and for coming tonight” he continued as he raised his gaze to you apologetically.

“of course” you uttered, trying your best to convince your friend you wanted to be here, as if you didn’t just think about leaving two seconds ago. your convincing didn’t seem to be working as matthew sighed. matthew put down the bottle and walked in front of you. he examined your face for a while before he embraced you in a hug. “he didn’t deserve you anyway” he whispered close to your ear.

right.

jaemin.

the guy who broke your heart just a few days ago. he didn’t mean to, you suppose. he just didn’t realise you were totally in love with him when he introduced you to his partner of three years. how stupid could you be?

you held your tiers in at the mention of him. not today. you can cry about it later.

you embraced your friend for a while as you collected yourself. “you know what matt?” You finally spoke as you made eye contact with him. matthew hummed, looking at you with anticipation.

“i’m going to have fun tonight.”

ii. embarrass yourself

about five bottles of soju and a couple beers later you were completely out of it. you were somewhere in matthew’s apartment, kitchen or living room, you were not entirely sure. laying on the cold floor with zero thoughts of your shattered heart. you felt at peace. your peace, however, didn’t last long as it was eventually broken by a familiar voice calling your name.

“y/n? you okay down there?” the voice asked with amusement. you opened your eyes and were met with hanbin’s gaze from above you. he must have found your state hilarious as he bursted out laughing.

you got up from the floor with difficulty and flopped next to him on the couch. “never been better” you mumbled to your friend with a relaxed smile. you started making yourself comfortable and leaned your head on hanbin’s shoulder. what you failed to notice in your drunken state was the other person sitting on the couch. the one you were currently cuddling up to.

“hao” your friend started. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen y/n so wasted” hanbin laughed with tears in his eyes.

what.

suddenly, you were too aware of your surroundings, like there was no alcohol in your system anymore. you quickly got up and saw that hanbin was not in fact the person you had leaned into. the person sitting next to you was hanbin’s good friend, zhang hao. the boy’s face flushed as he looked at your shocked face.

oh my god.

you were not that familiar with zhang hao. you knew he was good friends with hanbin and matthew. he was from the music department just like your roommate taerae, and you were pretty sure he played the violin. he was reserved and quiet, and definitely not the most fond of you (even though your friends have tried to convince you otherwise). a friend of a friend. that’s what he was. not someone who you could comfortably cuddle with. this is so embarrassing.

“i’m so sorry!” you quickly blurted out as you hid your face behind your palms. you could still hear hanbin’s laugh as you were thinking about your way out of the situation.

“it’s o-okay” zhang hao managed to stutter. you were in too deep thought to hear what the boy in front of you was saying. you searched for your other friend in the crowd. it’s time for me to leave. as you found matthew by the balcony with a girl, you turned back to the men on the couch. “i’m just gonna go!” you quickly said to prevent any more embarrassment and made your way to your best friend.

he saw you coming from afar and smirked at you. “you’ve definitely enjoyed yourself” matthew said delightfully. oh. he definitely saw everything.

“you saw nothing” you bit back and leaned onto your friend as the alcohol started to kick back in again. “i’m going home” you continued. could you even walk straight? no. but you could just call your roommate to meet you halfway.

“in this state? no you’re not” the boy slurred just as drunk as you were. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep you from leaving. you were glad your friend cared about your safety even when he was drunk. his company, however, was not enjoying the sight in front of her and you could tell you had interrupted something.

“i’ll call taerae to pick me up, don’t worry.” you assured your friend. “i’ll leave you two alone now.” you gave a smile to the girl and mouthed “sorry” as you left the two before matthew could protest any further.

iii. make a foolish choice

walking down four sets of stairs with your hands occupied by your phone was a challenge. you somehow made it though and were trying to contact your roommate. he was not answering. where is he? your apartment wasn’t that far from matthew’s but the darkness was creeping you out a little. you sent a quick text to taerae, saying you were coming home before you started your journey.

you had made it past a couple turns when you started feeling like someone was following you. you’re just being paranoid, that's all. but the feeling only grew stronger as you clearly heard footsteps behind you. you were already walking as fast as you could in your state. is this the end? “i’m gonna die-”

“y/n,” you quickly turned around to the familiar voice.

zhang hao.

“oh it’s just you” you said as you relaxed until it hit you. zhang hao. the reason why you had run away from the party in the first place. your surprise finally showed on your face, which zhang hao found amusing.

"sorry if I scared you” he let out an airy laugh while awkwardly standing in front of you. for some reason you had never really looked at the boy. he was tall and his hair was still styled nicely even after a long day. he was wearing a light blue button up shirt with black jeans that seemed way out of your price range. there was something about the way he was looking at you under the glow of the streetlights. he was looking at you with stars in his eyes, like there was no one else but the two of you in the world. the sight of him almost made your heart skip a beat. he had a few moles on his face, one right under his eye and another on his cheek that you wish you could kiss right now. has he always been this pretty?

no. why is he here?

he tried to give you a reassuring smile as he took a step closer. “you shouldn’t walk alone at this hour, it’s not safe for you.” he continued like he had just read your mind.

“so you think I'm safe with you?” you asked, slightly teasing. it was definitely the alcohol speaking.

the boy’s eyes widened in shock and he opened his mouth to say something but failed. “well- I mean” zhang hao finally responded with panic, not quite sure what he was supposed to say. you couldn’t hold your giggles which seemed to ease his nerves. his figure seemed to relax as he walked past you. “my apartment isn’t that far from yours, so we can just walk together. it’s safer for both of us.” zhang hao finished.

lies. you’ve once picked hanbin up from his apartment and it's nowhere near yours. however, zhang hao didn’t need to know that you knew. you wouldn’t mind walking home with him even if the two of you weren’t that close, because he was right – this was safer (not because he suddenly made you think of things you haven't before).

so, the two of you continued walking towards your place. zhang hao didn’t say much as you walked, only telling you to be more careful as you almost stumbled to the ground. he also decided to hold you up from your waist from that point on – which you definitely didn’t mind. he didn’t seem to mind either as there was no signs of annoyance that you would’ve except from zhang hao in this situation.

“we’re here” he said as the two of you stood in front of your apartment building. you really didn’t want him to go. you really didn’t want to be alone at all. because you knew the moment you were alone again you’d break down again and cry about the guy who broke your heart. just for this one night, you wished not to cry yourself to sleep. maybe it was foolish of you to ask zhang hao of all people to comfort you, but right now you couldn’t think of anything else.

“would you like to come in?”

“do you need help to get to your door?”

you both had talked at the same time. you broke eye contact as the two of you chuckled. so he didn’t want to leave yet either? as it got quiet again you decided to look at the boy again. zhang hao seemed hesitant as he studied your face. then he smiled at you as he said “if that’s what you need.”

iv. get cockbocked by a roommate

some might find the silence between you and zhang hao awkward, but you found it soothing. he was drinking the water you had given him as you sat on the kitchen counter. he looked even more handsome up close. the way he was leaning onto the counter and the way he was looking at you. oh, how much you wished to make him yours tonight. would he mind?

your mind stopped wandering as the boy put down his glass on the sink. “i should probably go and let you sleep” he said quietly as he stood in front of you. he was incredibly close to you, his hand on your knee, his nose almost touching yours – like he didn’t want to leave. you couldn’t help but lower your gaze to his lips. they were pink and puffy, slightly wet like they were waiting to be kissed. you looked back to zhang hao’s eyes but they didn’t meet yours. he was doing the same thing – staring at your lips.

maybe you were going to regret it. maybe this wasn’t right, kissing your friends’ friend. but you couldn’t possibly think about any of that as you leaned in.

his lips felt as soft as they looked. it took a moment for zhang hao to realise what was happening but eventually he kissed you back. his left hand landed on your cheek as his right hand went up your thigh. the kiss deepened as you put your hands around the boy's neck, pulling him closer to you. you don’t remember the last time you have been kissed like this. he was driving you insane and you wished he’d never stop.

“y/n?” you hear a voice say at the door.

taerae.

you and zhang hao froze before you rapidly let go of each other. sleepy taerae rubbed his eyes walking into the kitchen as you tried to calm your beating heart. so he didn’t answer because he was asleep. you took a look at zhang hao who’s blush was prominent even in the dark. “when did you get home?” your roommate asked as he yawned.

“zhang hao walked me, i was just giving him some water before he left.” you blurted out an excuse, which wasn’t inherently a lie – taerae didn’t need to know what happened after that. your sleepy roommate didn’t look suspicious and seemed to buy it. “he was actually just about to leave.” you took another look at zhang hao, trying to get him to say something.

“yeah, i’ll just get going then.” he said, bid taerae goodbye, and was out of the apartment in mere minutes.

fuck.

v. overthink your life choices

lunch used to be your favourite time of the day, mostly because you used to share it with jaemin all the time. matthew barely ever had time to eat lunch with you, which is how you got to know jaemin in the first place. the two of you clicked instantly and you thought there was something between you. how wrong you were. the past week you have been distancing yourself from jaemin and he hasn't been asking after you. you really meant nothing to him in the end. even now he’s just a few tables away loudly debating about something with his group of friends, completely unaware of the effect he has had on you.

taerae’s giggles seem to wake you from your slumber. you moved your gaze from jaemin to your roommate. he was laughing over a video hanbin had just shown him. “what is jiwoong doing?” he managed to say between giggles.

“speaking of the devil” hanbin said as he waved past your shoulder. jiwoong walked to your table with zhang hao next to him, which was odd as the two of you’ve had a similar relationship with the chinese boy up until a few days ago (unless jiwoong had also been making out with him recently). “what did i do?” jiwoong questioned his friends as he placed his lunch on the table.

“nothing, nothing. where’s matthew?” hanbin said as he hid his phone with a grin.

“he’s on a date” you said nonchalantly. everyone at the table suddenly turned their heads towards you. they had totally forgotten you were even there as you had spent most of your break staring at a certain someone. you should get your shit together.

“oh right, zhang hao! thanks for walking y/n home the other night.” taerae said as zhang hao sat next to hanbin. well shit. you hadn’t told anyone of what had happened with zhang hao after matthew’s party. you hadn’t even talked to zhang hao since then. you felt awful that you had tried to use him to forget about someone else, and then kicked him out as your roommate found the two of you. you weren’t sure how you were supposed to even bring it up to him when you were never alone with him anyway.

“you walked her home?” hanbin questioned as he turned his head to his left where zhang hao was sitting. the boy only gave his friend a small nod as he dug into his food. his aura seemed so different in the daylight. his hair wasn’t styled like at the party, it was a bit all over the place. the way he stuffed his mouth full of food made him look cute. his cheeks were slightly pink with blush. while observing the boy, you had completely missed the teasing smile on hanbin’s face.

how were you supposed to talk to him? thanks for walking me home and making out with me in my kitchen. does he even want to talk about it? the two of you had seen each other around campus a couple times since then and he hasn't tried to talk to you once. maybe all of it was just a spur of the moment thing for him that he now wished to forget about.

you sighed as you decided it was your time to leave for class. there was no way you were going to talk to zhang hao now anyway, not in front of all your friends. “my lecture is starting soon, i’ll go now.” you said as you stood up. taking your things with you and hearing people say their goodbyes, you were on your way.

“wait, are we just going to ignore the fact that matthew is on a date?” you could hear jiwoong ask behind you.

vi. get help

“so…” matthew said in a teasing tone as he sat across from you at the library.

“so, what?” you questioned, like you had no idea what your best friend was referring to. well, in your defence, you never knew with matthew, but you had a feeling this conversation topic started with a z and ended with hang hao. “you and hao?” he continued, just like you had anticipated, raising his eyebrows.

“what about me and zhang hao?” you continued, acting clueless in the hopes of him dropping the conversation.

“after what i saw at my birthday party and then hearing he walked you home, i hoped the two of you worked out the weird tension between you two and finally fucked” your friend blurted out in a very matthew way, like it was the most obvious conclusion to come to in the world.

“we did not!” you raised your voice a little too much as you tried to defend yourself. you got a few judging stares from the people around you who were trying to study. something you were supposed to do as well, instead of having this conversation about zhang hao. “we didn’t fuck…” you continued more quietly. there was no reason for you to lie to your best friend. not when you could use his help.

“but you were going to?” he gave you a knowing look.

“well yeah, but then taerae woke up and i panicked and i kinda kicked zhang hao out-” you started rambling. wait. “how did you know we almost fucked? did he talk to you? what did he say? does he totally hate me now?” you continued like you were going to lose your mind. and now matthew was laughing at you, trying his best to stay quiet.

“i haven’t talked to anyone, except hanbin, he’s just as convinced there’s something going on between you and hao as i am” your friend finally spoke. if only you knew what was going on between the two of you. you sighed and hit your head on the table. “what’s the problem y/n? you know, you could just text him and ask him" matthew said.

“i don’t have his number” you mumble in despair.

“what? how can you not have his number?” matthew asked, confused.

“why would i? was i supposed to ask for it when we were making out or something?” you said as you lifted your head from the table, looking at your friend who definitely didn’t need to hear any more details of that night.

matthew took his phone out of his pocket, and gave it to you after a moment. “here, take his number and text him”

vii. become friends

you were currently sitting down at a park you had agreed to meet with zhang hao. matthew was able to convince you it was better to sort things out with zhang hao sooner than later. but now that you were here, waiting for the guy, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. it was warm as summer was finally coming and you felt like you were sweating buckets. was it the weather or your nerves – you were not quite sure.

“hi, did you have to wait long?” you hear a familiar voice from your left and see zhang hao’s figure coming towards you. he waved at you while giving you a sweet smile. damn. he’s so pretty.

“oh no, not at all” you answered, trying to give the boy a smile to hide your nervousness.

“what did you want to talk about?” zhang hao said calmly as he sat down next to you. unlike the other night, now he had left much space between the two of you. he didn’t seem nervous at all, which made you feel uneasy. maybe this wasn’t as big of a deal for him as it was for you.

“at matt’s party, i’m sorry for being such a mess and dragging you into it” you decided to tell him. “i had a few too many drinks that night.” you took a look at zhang hao. he seemed surprised, maybe a little hurt as he tried to get comfortable on the bench. was that not the right thing to say? “i mean, i probably made you uncomfortable and then i rushed you out of my place when taerae woke up, it was super rude of me to-” you were starting to ramble.

“i wasn’t uncomfortable” he cut you off. he finally turned to look at you again “i wouldn’t have come in if i was.” there was the look again, making your heart beat louder on your chest. he was looking at you like he did under the streetlights, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. you wouldn’t mind getting lost in his eyes. “so don’t be too sorry, i enjoyed it as long as it lasted.” he gave you a shy smile.

oh.

this was the first time the boy had made you blush, usually it was the other way around. you broke eye contact to hide your shyness from him. “cool, cool” you started quite awkwardly. “we should probably be casual about all this, since we're friends and all…”

“we’re friends now? i’m cool with that” zhang hao replied with amusement.

“i mean, we’ve known each other long enough to call us that, i guess” you tried to reason, not realising your friend was only teasing you. as you turned your gaze back to him you saw him still smiling at you. this man will be the death of me. “well that’s that. sorry i can’t stay longer, i have places to be. bye zhang hao.” you said as you got up from the bench. you had nowhere to be, but you couldn’t possibly handle being in zhang hao’s presence any longer.

“bye friend!” he yelled after you still with a teasing tone.

viii. feel nothing

you and your new friend zhang hao have gotten along well since your talk at the park. nothing has changed that much, except now you greet each other at campus, engage in conversation together, and sometimes share memes with each other. you have tried to convince matthew that you and zhang hao are really just friends and nothing more. matthew just can’t help himself when he teases you with kissy noises every time you interact with zhang hao. he’s the only other person that knows about your little secret. even hanbin doesn’t know, because if he did — everyone would.

you were finally finished with your last class of the day, walking out of your department building. you felt at ease as everything in your life was finally going well. you were able to sort things out with zhang hao, you weren’t particularly struggling with any classes, and you were barely thinking about him, who shall not be named.

as if on cue, there he was standing a few meters away from you. jaemin. he wasn’t alone though, as he was having a conversation with someone. you couldn’t quite tell what the two were talking about, not that really even mattered to you. contrary to popular belief, your heart no longer ached at the sight of him. you continued your journey with no intent to interact with jaemin, at least not until you realised who exactly he was talking with. when you were close enough you could recognize the other man’s voice.

what was zhang hao doing with jaemin? the sight in front of you felt really odd, but you couldn’t possibly look away. zhang hao almost towered over jaemin, paying attention to what the latter was talking about. he was wearing glasses that complimented his face well. one of his sleeves was rolled up revealing his toned arm. he looked so mesmerising, you couldn't help but stare.

it didn’t take long for you to be caught staring as jaemin called out your name. “wow it’s been so long. how have you been?” he asked happily as you took a few steps closer to the two. zhang hao was surprised to see you, his gaze moving between you and jaemin. his face filled with worry made you think he must have heard about jaemin and you from someone (definitely not from hanbin). you gave zhang hao a reassuring smile as you greeted jaemin, who was ready to embrace you in a hug.

“i’ve been well” you sounded a little awkward as the two of you let go. an act that used to make your heart do backflips no longer felt like anything. “what were you two talking about? i didn’t know you even knew each other.” you asked out of curiosity as you stood next to zhang hao, who suddenly put his arm around your shoulder. you turned your head towards your friend, trying to understand what he was up to.

“we’ve shared a few classes here and there” zhang hao said as he turned his head to face you. he was so close to you again, making your heart beat louder on your chest. “you’re ready to go?” he continued. you could only show your confusion on your face as you didn’t trust your voice to say anything at the close proximity. “dinner? remember?” he gave you a wink.

what? you were completely lost. what was this man talking about?

“oooh, date night?” jaemin cooed in front of you. he took his headphones out of his back and put them over his ears. “i won't waste your time anymore then. y/n we should totally catch up sometime!” he didn’t wait for your response before he left.

you and zhang hao stayed close to each other in silence for a while. you wondered if he could hear the way your heart was beating for him. you tried to look for answers from his face but to no avail. finally, zhang hao moved and removed his hand off of you, what had felt like way too soon. “sorry” he said as he stood in front of you. “you must have felt awkward seeing him” he continued, scratching the back of his neck.

“did you do all that to get rid of him? i’m fine, i don’t like him like that anymore” you felt the need to clarify to him.

“oh” he said, blush breaking to his face and neck. “well, i was getting tired of him anyway” he excused and removed his gaze from you to hide his embarrassment. you thought he looked the cutest whenever he got shy or embarrassed.

your laugh seemed to peak his interest again, as he turned his gaze back on you. your blushing face, matching his own. a comfortable silence fell between you again. ”just friends huh?” you could hear matthew’s teasing voice in your head.

“y/n?” zhang hao eventually spoke. you hummed as a response, waiting him to carry on. “have you eaten yet?” the boy continued hesitantly.

“no, not yet” you answered truthfully, not quite sure where the conversation was going. zhang hao stayed quiet for a while. he was nervously shifting on his place, turning his face away from you once again. he was trying to find the right way to ask you.

“would you like to go out for dinner then?” he asked carefully.

“sure!” you answered enthusiastically. you were starving at this point and wouldn’t mind spending some time with friends as well. “who else is coming?”

“well, i thought it could be just us…” the boy responded, still not daring to look at you.

oh.

“oh! that works too. sure. yeah.” you replied, definitely not embarrassed that you didn’t get the hint right away. “does indian sound good to you? i’m craving butter chicken” you continued, trying to move the conversation onwards, while your heart kept beating hard against your chest.

“if that’s what you want, it’s good with me” zhang hao said and the two of you started your way out of campus, both a blushing mess.

ix. feel everything

you were not entirely sure what to think. had you just been on a date? zhang hao didn’t explicitly call it that, but it surely had felt like one. the dinner went smoothly, it didn’t feel awkward and the two of you were able to talk to each other comfortably. he constantly smiled at you and asked you questions about your life, putting the effort into getting to know you. he even insisted on paying for your meal in the end.

you got to know things about him as well, as zhang hao no longer felt shy talking to you. he’s an only child and very close with his mom. he chose to play the violin, because it’s much easier to carry around compared to a cello. him and jiwoong have gotten closer lately because jiwoong had asked him to help him with a song he has been working on. he also revealed that he was glad that the two of you have gotten closer, which made you question things even more.

you were walking to your apartment in silence, completely sober this time. zhang hao had insisted on walking you home again, “as a man should” he had said. the way his hand was accidentally brushing against yours every once in a while was giving you butterflies in your stomach. you were not entirely sure if the man next to you even realises how much of an effect he had on you. you weren’t walking that fast because you really didn’t want the night to end.

must to your dismay, you ended up in front of your apartment building. it felt like deja vu, standing in front of him again. you didn’t want zhang hao to leave, but you weren’t sure if it was appropriate to invite him in. you couldn't hide behind the confidence alcohol had given you last time. you didn't know what to say, so you settled on just staring at his face, completely mesmerised. he was doing the same, his gaze wandering on your face, like he was trying to remember each little detail of you.

“i should…” zhang hao started, now looking straight into your eyes. “i should probably go now” he continued, not at all convincing. he made no effort to move, which finally gave you the confidence to talk. it won’t hurt to ask, right?

“i could offer you a glass of water before you go” you said, tearing your gaze away, still slightly scared of what he might answer. “you know, taerae’s not home tonight…” you added. as you heard no answer from the boy, you hesitantly took a look at him. he was smiling at you again, the way he had been all dinner.

zhang hao took a step closer, raising his hand to hold your chin, making you hold eye contact with him. he lowered his gaze slowly to your lips, looking at you like you were someone to be desired. “you sure?” he finally spoke in a lower voice, still staring at your lips. you could only hum in response. and then he leaned in to kiss you.

his lips were soft, but he pushed them hard against yours. he tasted like cherries as you kissed him back. the kiss deepened quickly as his tongue pushed past your lips. his arms lowered to your hips, pulling you closer, as you put yours behind his neck, playing with his hair. you didn’t stop until you both were almost running out of air.

zhang hao let out an airy laugh. “i’ve wanted to do that for a while” he confessed, your arms still tangled around each other. he was looking at you with so much adoration.

“yeah? me too” you smiled, your cheeks slightly pink. you let go of the boy to open the door to your apartment building. he held onto your arm as the two of you walked towards the elevator. you turned to look at zhang hao, who’s cheeks were a shade of pink as well. he noticed you staring and gave you another sweet smile. the door finally opened, and he couldn’t even wait till you got to your apartment, as he stole another kiss from you as you entered the elevator.

“i honestly thought you didn’t like me at all” you admitted to him as you parted from the kiss.

“that’s what hanbin always told me” zhang hao answered, now with a pout on his lips. “i was just too shy to talk to you, you’re like the most gorgeous person i’ve ever laid my eyes on” he continued, no longer daring to look you in the eye. even he seemed a little surprised by his sudden confession.

oh.

you’ve received compliments before, but hearing one from zhang hao felt different. your cheeks heated up again, and you could feel your excitement all the way down on your stomach. you wanted him so badly, you could only wish he felt the same way. when the elevator stopped, you decided to quickly peck the boy's cheek before you dragged him to your apartment.

once the door to your apartment closed behind you, you were all over each other. his lips connected with yours as your arms roamed all over your bodies. you couldn’t get enough of him, wanting him even closer to you. you stumbled over to your bedroom, where you gave him one more kiss before backing away.

zhang hao looked at you with concern. “are you okay?” he asked while still holding you closely.

“yeah, i just- i want to make sure you want this as much i do” you answered, studying his face for any signs of regret or hesitation.

“i really like you y/n, and i want this more than you think” he admitted. he detached one of his hands from you to remove his glasses out of the way, putting them down to your nightstand. he lowered his hand on your cheek, cherishing it gently. “let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

so you let him, as you kissed him again.

x. fall in love

you were still out of breath as you cuddled up to zhang hao’s bare body. he wrapped his hand around you and squeezed you closer to him, twirling your hair with his fingers. you laid your head against his chest, drawing circles on his toned body, sighing with content. you felt zhang hao’s lips against your forehead, giving you a peck after peck. the act made you giggle, turning your gaze to him.

“what?” you asked.

“nothing, i’m just really happy” he answered, giving you one more kiss on your lips. he looked at you with so much love and warmth, which made you feel like you were dreaming. you couldn’t help but wonder what made you deserve to meet someone like zhang hao. no one has made you feel this good in such a long time, if ever. suddenly, very overwhelmed with your feelings, you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

you felt zhang hao’s chest vibrate from the laughter he let out. “cute” he whispered quietly, mostly to just himself, cherishing your head again. you got comfortable again, almost falling asleep in his embrace. his breath also evening out as he was slowly drifting away to sleep too.

“i really like you too, zhang hao” you sleepily mumbled against his skin, before the two of you fell into dreamland together.

- end

bonus:

“why do you always call me zhang hao?”

“maybe because it’s your name??”

“yes, but everyone calls me hao. you’re the only one who calls me zhang hao”

“oh”

“well, hao, i’ll call you that from now on”

the boy’s face flushed red as he finally heard you say his name.

“oh my god, you’re so cute!”

he turns his face to hide his blush from you.

“shut up”

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zhang hao #zhanghao #zb1 x reader #zb1 zhang hao #zhang hao fic #zb1 fluff #zb1 fics #zerobaseone zhang hao #zhang hao x reader #kpop #cloudbersoofic

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Is This Goodbye? (II)

pairing : brother’s best friend!hyunjin x fem!reader (mentions of other members x reader)

genre : smut. fluff. angst.

warnings : switch!reader x switch!hyunjin!!! toxic relationship vibes. fwb. jealousy. jealous sex. oral sex. choking/pain/sadistic tendencies. degradation. praise/body worship. don't know if i mention protection or not but you know the drill :) swearing, of course. i think that's all the basics but still, there may be warnings i missed.

summary : he’s your brother’s best friend but he knows just as much as you do that that’s not all he is to you. // where your history is the reason you won’t work out.

word count : 11k

taglist : @jisungsdaydreamer

@k-labels

AU masterlist

playlist : contradicting - hwang hyunjin, try - bright ft matcha, artificial love - exo, rush - william singe, vicious - tate mcrae, bad decisions - bobi andonov, backseat - daniel di angelo, drive you insane - daniel di angelo, half of my heart - josh musaka, numb to the feeling - chase atlantic.

Hyunjin wants to say he expected this. He wants to say he was stronger for it. But his heart makes a liar out of him. The bones in his body feel like breaking and the flesh on his skin sags as the blood from his heart droops out into a pathetic mess of whatever the fuck this is.

He has seen the monster that creates a brewery out of your innocent eyes and Felix’s kindness. He has seen it sink its claws into every single one of his friends. Felt it latch onto him like a parasite and squeeze out all logical thinking.

Yet hope is like a little deviant spirit that refuses to be stamped out.

The house had smelled of Sunday laundry tumbling in the dryer when you had stepped through the path made by sheets and clothes that had yet to be folded. It was like a dreamscape and Hyunjin couldn’t believe how sweet the moment was.

“Could you do mine as well?” You asked, awkwardness seeping into your fingers. Hyunjin nodded silently. Your lips smack together in passing thought before handing him your washing. A silent movie.

“I thought you were allergic to laundry detergent?” You wonder, your eyebrows furrowing in thought.

Hyunjin scoffs, “No.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I know my own-“ He pauses, at a slight glimpse of your smile, “you’re pulling my leg.”

You let a playful smile climb to the corners of your lips, lifting over the wall of tension that had hardened in the months he had been gone, “Sorry.”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrow before he presses his index finger into the skin of your forehead, pushing your leaning face away from him. Lazily you follow after his finger, enjoying the good kind of nostalgia that smells of marmalade.

It had been him that had leaned in to you, and him that had kissed you with a trick that sweet lovers do. With your chin in his hold and a short yet loaded amount of eye contact. Enough to see how life has been treating him and you in your time of separation.

It all came back to him then. The anger. The pictures of you and him. The pictures of Hyunjin fucking you. The thoughts of the torrential rain of sensations that had him more than a little fucked up.

He kisses you harder, the air bleeding a dark red as memories and realisation catches up to him. Your mouth opens and he deepens the kiss, sucking in the oxygen for himself. Your grip pinches at his torso, and his mouth turns to the skin of your neck and collarbone, a map of his kisses and possibilities.

You inhale the air greedily as your eyes roll back at his attention, you hum a moan which earns a little warning bite to your throat. A hush to be quiet.

Hyunjin cups the back of your neck and pulls you into him, practically devouring you as you steady yourself by grabbing his upper arms. The noises that escape your kiss are your swallowed moans and Hyunjin’s hisses of dominance, urged on by the way he grinds his hips into the opening of your legs, the pleasure scratching down your arched back.

You can feel him harden every time his hips surge forward and your arousal is sure to make a mark on the front of his pants. He pants, sweat collecting in the warmest parts of his hair. More than anything you want to wrap your knuckle into the thickest part to expose the way his eyes are fluttering at the pressure of your clothed sex against his. How weak he is to you. The effect you have on him.

You want to marvel at it, an unhealthy amount.

You don’t know why you’re so attracted to it, or even have an idea why you like seeing the boy of yours crumble the way he does.

Hyunjin blames the monster.

Ignoring your sheep like eyes, Hyunjin’s hand marks the heart of your throat, biting the words out, “How hard do I have to fuck you for you to be satisfied? How often?”

Your head drops from the mosaic of Red Light District worthy images that soar behind your eyelids. Lewd images of the types of positions, the tempo in which the body moves, the friction. Time made a servant by pure lust. All with his name on it.

“All the time,” You mumble, tired and already fucked out with a mere dry humping session on top of your dryer, “I want you all the time.”

He pauses his rutting against you, smirking at you with a snarl he practised with all that came before, during and after you. He basks in the way your expression drops, “Hadn’t noticed.”

Your mouth opens and closes many times. The thoughts in your head leave your body in disarray. Hyunjin doesn’t miss a single second of it. Doesn’t forget to enjoy it to the fullest. But because you’re you and you seem to know exactly how to get under his skin, your hand cups the back of his neck and cuffs the front of his throat like a turtleneck.

He swallows and attempts to hide his front into the wall of the dryer. Your eyes glint dangerously as your leg curls around his waist to bring his pelvis into its previous position against the fabric of your clit.

“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” You grin, your tongue resting behind your front teeth and the thrum of his heartbeat on your fingertips, “Though… I feel like it can benefit the both of us.”

You watch him. He watches you. A cycle with every new addition but the same fucking process.

“Sex,” You tell him, looking for signs of refusal. Expecting a sign of refusal. You maintain eye contact hoping he picks up on how serious you are about this, “Consistent sex.”

Unconsciously, your fingers start to twist at the hair on the back of his neck and Hyunjin’s eyes grow darker in response, “Weren’t you telling me all about the boys you have? Pick one, make this deal. I don’t doubt they’ll agree.”

Fuck did his tone have to be dripping in jealousy when he hisses out the venom he curated for you?

A wick of displeasure worms its way into your eyebrow and you can’t help the arch that comes out of it, “Don’t be so fucking stupid, Hyun. Nobody makes me feel the way you do. Nobody fucks the way you do.”

Hyunjin frowns, his lips twisting upwards in an attempt to keep his growing frustration at bay and he whips his head to the side, letting your hold on him drop. The heated atmosphere between you is dissipating but not completely. God forbid - not completely.

“There’s always Minho,” Hyunjin grins.

The world is sick and twisted, and this relationship is no different. He loves the way your body stills at the mention of his name and yet he hates it. Because another weakness that he can’t bear to use against you is Lee Minho.

Minho isn’t like what Felix is to you or Hyunjin. A shared and mutual No-Man’s land in amongst the perpetuated torture that you and Hyunjin inflict on each other. Minho is solely yours. An unpredictable weapon to use against you. One of mass destruction. One that every villain could only dream to get their hands on. One that could completely destroy you. And yet, a weapon that seems to always backfire onto Hyunjin.

So when you pull Hyunjin in for another kiss, one that is hard and unyielding, he is relieved. Relieved, because he doesn’t have to face the fact that the monster he can't rid himself of and the girl he loves is in love with Lee Minho. He doesn’t have to sit in the puddle of hurt.

Not when your hands slip down to the front of his pants and not when you free him from the constrictions of his underwear. He watches as you spit into your hand before wrapping a palm around his shaft and his stomach tenses at the shot of pleasure that has his heart rate spiking.

You let your hand slide up and down his shaft, feeling the control winding up Hyunjin’s joints. His breathing is heavy and the unruly grunts make you feel like royalty. A crown and all. He’s trying so hard to keep his composure. Putting in so much effort to make it seem like his release is something you have to work hard for.

With a quick quirk of your lip, your pace quickens and the tug-of-war game of who is in charge of his pleasure reaches new heights. His full lips, bitten raw have come into contact with the skin on your forehead, exhales nearly breathless. Teasingly, your thumb swipes along the pink mushroom tip and he can’t help but cage you in by his frame. Lithe muscle flexing with your touch. The room is hot and heavy and you can’t help but watch his face for the changes.

With furrowed eyebrows and a tight mouth, he comes. Thick spurts of cum paint your palm and the blood in his body still runs hot. He breathes heavily into your hair, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. Unable to help yourself, you drag a nail down the side of his body enjoying the ripple of sensation. The goosebumps on his skin. The shiver. The way his waist instinctively reaches to meet yours.

His skin is glowing when he kisses you again, a sure one. One that isn’t sweet. Or intended to make one come. He eyes the cum in your palm before he nods again. An affirmative to your deal earlier. You try not to show that the distance he rushes to create doesn’t affect you, but truthfully you think you failed.

Hyunjin rolls his tongue in his mouth frustratedly as he leaves the crime scene. There was no formal agreement. There never is. To the you who used him, you who ripped his soul from the inside, who made him wary of the vulnerability of drunken truths and Felix’s kind golden eyes. He agreed. Hyunjin has agreed to be used by you once again.

Hyunjin had expected fucking, only when it had come down to it - nothing had happened between the two of you. It was a waiting game. One where Hyunjin waited for you like a sitting duck and you were a huntress with a hefty gun of your desires and your wants and so forth.

He wishes he could film the way tension coils within your body, crumpling a written piece of paper in your grasp with a ferocity that didn’t suit you. Hyunjin sucks in his lip, his tongue swirling around his slowly dissolving strawberry lollipop and his eyes regarding the sight in front of him.

A sight to behold, some may say.

Like a flame blown out from a candle, your eyes meet his. The fire burns and Hyunjin straightens his posture. Your stride is heavy and forward and his bones feel like lead when his body smashes into the metal of the lockers of an empty closet. He winces slightly but has no time to process the sharp shot of pain as your kiss silences him. Hyunjin can taste your anger, your greed and he’s painted in it.

Your shirt lifts upwards and Hyunjin’s hands travel to meet the warm skin of your back, a pavement of goosebumps and tingles littering along your spine. He brings you closer, feeling your obedience and taking advantage instantaneously. By the way your nails claw into his shoulders, he can tell you’ve made a mess in your underwear that Hyunjin has every intention to worsen.

You mutually hate and love the way Hyunjin is gentle with you. Every bit of it is a lie and you know it. You both do. He grabs at your hips, drawing your pelvis into his, feeding off your pathetic little noises. The more you make, the more likely you are to be fucked in this very closet.

You try all your tricks, teasing him with ideas of the two of you fucking. Of him in control. Of you. You kiss down his neck and across his collarbone. A trickling finger slowly descending down to the ridges of his stomach and waist. The crudest of whines directly into the shell of his ear.

You try all your tricks and yet none of them work. All it seems to do is backfire. Your kiss down his neck and across his collarbone is met with payback. His own kisses lighting a fuse within you that you had seemingly failed to ignite in him. Your admiring finger and eyes, no longer able to defend against his own unmarked gaze and touch. His finger stroking behind your ear and down your neck. Leaving your flirtatious finger useless.

It angers you, really.

The whines, well, they worked. To an extent. His arm wraps completely around your waist, your positions exchanging so he’s directly above you. However, you find yourself a bit more vulnerable than he ever was. Your arms are holding your weight and Hyunjin’s gaze is sadistic.

“You’re angry,” Hyunjin muses, enamoured by the glint in your eye. He knows how you can be and yet this isn’t quite an anger he’s used to. This anger is crumbling bits of brick and rubble.

The frown on your face.

He fucking loves it.

“Are you-” You’re bewildered and you can feel your annoyance return to you tenth fold. Is he joking? Is he actually fucking serious? Men. Hyunjin. The fucking audacity, “Did we not have a deal?”

He grins, wolfish and mischievous, you want nothing more than to see it swiped completely from his face, “You said it was beneficial for the both of us, darling and I want to see how an angry girl comes.”

You sneer, “You’re not seeing it anytime soon.”

The grin, although it does eventually fall, it does nothing for your ego nor your pride. Instead, it seems to play right into his favour. His hand collars your neck, tight enough for your breath to be slightly restricted and the look in his eye will forever be remembered, “No?”

You want to say you were strong enough, that you didn’t feel arousal stick to the fabric of your underwear, so messily you fear it drips down your thigh. That your eyes didn’t flutter at the thought of him wrecking you. The ways in which he could make your head run blank.

However, that’d be a lie.

“With you, it’s all in the foreplay.”

A goddamn lie.

With his hands down your underwear, he lightly brushes to tease at the wetness. Lips quirking at how wet you are and how right he is. Loving the way his fingers create naughty dimples in the fabric. Crooning at the way your eyes hold his. This control is his crown and he wears it in the way he believes he should. The thought makes your heart drop.

As he presses into the heart of your arousal, your hand wraps around his wrist hastily, “We need rules.”

He wants to roll his eyes. Impeccable timing. But his curiosity has piqued, making note of the way your expression had slightly changed in that moment of eye contact. Hating himself for catching it.

“When has rules ever been a good idea?”

It hasn’t.

“It gives a blueprint,” You say confidently. You don’t believe that the rules would last or even be worthwhile. Definitely not on your end. But it’s a scope. An idea. You’re not even sure why you’re so tempted by the thin layer of protection ‘rules’ would provide you.

He chortles, “A blueprint?”

He shifts and all of a sudden, all the power has come back to you. Like a villain who knows her way out of the fog. You reach for an out-of-place strand of his long hair tucking it behind his ear and practically melting at the wince on his face as you drag your nails down the length of his neck.

“Mmm.”

His laugh is fake but his kiss is not. It’s rough and hard, but the sensation alone has your eyes rolling back. He presses you deeper into the lockers, hiking your thigh around his waist and teasing his hardening length into the location you want him.

“This feels familiar,” You mumble, breathless.

He smiles as if he’s disinterested, removing his cock from his pants and running it down your covered slit. Your teeth grit, the sensation heightened with the way his kisses trail from the corner of your mouth to the softness of your jaw. He murmurs, “Only this time, I’ll have the both of us cumming. As promised..”

His tongue touches the roof of his mouth as his fingers remove your underwear from your pussy, grinning naughtily at the newfound stickiness of his digits. He slowly sinks into your wetness, smouldering at how full you feel. . A challenge presents itself to him when you hold back your initial sounds of pleasure with tightly pressed lips and all he can return it with is a barely-there kiss against your cheek to coax you.

He grinds into you, his own eyes falling shut at how your walls lock his cock inside of you. At a particularly sharp thrust, he’s delighted to hear your strangled moan. Powerful enough for his hips to drive away into you, hoping that the angle change will tempt more and louder sounds.

“Fu- First rule,” You huff, your mouth heavy with pants.

Hyunjin finds it annoying. But a challenge nonetheless. He fucks you harder, preferring the way in which you stutter out your sentences with him inside of you.

“You- oh, sex ca-can be initiated by either…party with consent.”

Open mouthed kisses dot across your jawbone before lining his lips over yours, your chin in his hold as he thrusts into you. You whine into his mouth as he deepens the kiss until your whole body is tingling and your brain short circuits. You grasp at his shoulders as he allows the oxygen to fill your lungs.

A plea, “Hyunjin-”

“I heard you,” Hyunjin mumbles half-heartedly, his eyes greedily soaking up your swollen lips and the mess of your hair. A crime with no chance of escape, a life sentence with no parole - people will know about today if they saw you. He pauses in his movement completely, letting you come into terms who’s inside of you and who you belong to.

Your leg hikes up further around his torso as you lean more into his space, enjoying the way his grip on your waist feels and the way in which his cock twitches inside you. Unknowing of the train of thought running rampant in the handsome man’s head.

“The second rule?” Hyunjin cocks his head, his hand finding your ankle with a mischievous glint in his eye. With a feather like touch, his fingers ascend up your leg, ripples of sensation bubbling underneath.

You swallow, entranced by the way his eyes implore into yours, “Felix and….Minho. Leave them out of this. Whatever this is.”

His fingers still. Annoyance and irritation flood through him and he smirks in an attempt to keep his cool, “All of them.”

“Huh?”

“Not just Felix. Not just Minho. All of them,” He warns, his stare burning straight through you. You pause. Just for a moment. But it was enough. He opens your legs wider and slides deeper into you. The added inches do nothing for your faux pact of silence and every cell in your body needs to scream in pleasure, “Don’t fuck my friends. Not while you’re fucking me, understood?”

Your thighs burn, and everything in you is tunnel visioned into Hyunjin. Hyunjin with his stare. His lips. His hair. His fucking skin. His cock. Sensations like no other rocking into you.

Like a pastor, you swear by the book at that moment. Absolutely.

Your walls tighten around him and his tight grip falters and it takes everything in him to remember to breathe and enough for your resolve to return.

“The third,” You state, your throat clear despite the profanity that wants to crawl out of it, “Know what we are. Don’t get into your feelings.”

Hyunjin understands.

Don’t lose.

He fake laughs as his grip tightens, “Same rules apply then.”

Hyunjin thrusts into you and the answer that had been preconceived on your lips is gone and forgotten with the oxygen stolen from your lungs. Your breaths are quick and heaving, your leg muscles tensing around his body.

He’s not any better than you, his skin flushes pink and your desperate grips on his skin have left marks sure to bruise in the near future. His fist is planted underneath your body, a makeshift pillar to balance your bodies wrapped together in this shitty furniture closet. He grunts into your throat, the sensation blooming across your sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin’s hips stutter with his curse, his movements becoming jerky, “I’m going to come.”

Feeling your own orgasm approach, your whole body becomes taut and you rock into his pelvis, your high approaching with one last thrust. The tension between your bodies is a sticky residue as thick spurts of his cum paints the navel of your stomach. His tightened fists slacken and you fall slightly back, saved by his hold on your throat.

His kiss this time is soft as it is heavy. There’s no finish line you’re aspiring to nor is it a result of pent up rage and anger. Your lips suck onto his full bottom lip, enjoying the way his forehead meets yours and his mouth opens wider, allowing for your tongues to meet in the middle.

With a competitive grasp of your jaw, he navigates his total attention to your upper lip, sending your eyes rolling back and your hands weakly threading themselves onto the end of his shirt.

When he pulls away, his eyes stare at you with a look that tells you he may not hate you. But that can’t be true. Neither could it be false.

It’s such a morally grey area that it’s better it’s left behind.

With a deep intake of breath, his fingers thread through his hair and he straightens out his clothes. He makes a quick once over of your naked body and his cum that remains on your stomach.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d believe that you’re saving that for later,” Hyunjin comments, smiling genuinely when you raise your middle finger in good jest and sneer. His laugh is a hum as he exits the room and your face immediately drops.

You exhale, getting dressed and trying not to think of the ways in which Hyunjin got under your skin (and in your pussy), truly writing his signature on your lack of morality.

It’s a familiar feeling, the need to remove yourself from him. Remove anything Hwang Hyunjin from your body, your mind, your soul. Remind yourself that he doesn’t belong there.

But, of course, as you make your way to Felix’s car full of past hookups and past relationships that you’ve mostly kept quiet from your brother, save for Minho, Changbin and Chan. All bred for less than stellar reasons. Hyunjin who stands tall, with his hair pristine and his lips bitten. You know you can’t do that. Remove him. Chastise yourself for thinking you could.

He’s a part of you and has been even before you marked each other.

And when Hyunjin sees the way your face lightens the slightest bit, he doesn’t make the mistake of assuming that it’s because of him. Swears not to make the mistake of forgetting that the only man you’ve only looked at with that kind of beauty isn’t him.

But, he gets hurt anyway.

And he does so quietly.

It’s a sort of Cat and Mouse game that neither of you know how to play. This agreement isn’t formal, not quite casual. You don’t desire sex more than the normal person and Hyunjin is socially scheduled out. So he’s not exactly bored.

Yet…you can’t help but feel- that it kind of irks you.

It’s like he’s made a habit of waiting for you to seek him out. To cut through his apparent disregard and indifference of you, one that he wears a little too well. He’s reverted back to ivory black hair, long enough for your fingers to lay their claim into his scalp. He wears a suit that is clean cut and sharp, the ‘before’ to the sin you plan to seduce him into tonight. Coincidentally, the colour of purity. Light. Peace.

A woman, gorgeous and tall with sparkly heels and a sparkly dress that scratches at the fabric of his suit. Her nails play at his suit clad forearm and you’re completely entranced by her games, your hand cupping your chin as you watch. You’re pleased to see that, in contrast, it has seldom impact on the man you plan to fuck within the hour.

She hooks her fingers into his shirt, pulling him into her, hoping to seduce him with her eyes or her words. He looks down at her, a slight smile on his face. A kind one. It makes you jealous somewhat, you had once been very accustomed to a smile like that.

Now, it was practically non-existent.

She leans in to whisper something and you wish a vampire could sink his teeth into you. If not purely for the reason to spy on Hyunjin and the people he attracts. His eyebrows raise in interest, regarding her with a new look in his eye. She grins before moving away from him and strutting towards another room. Purposeful in her parting eye contact.

Hmm. Noted.

He sips at his drink, letting his interest melt like ice cubes, though those few seconds of interest he withheld has ruined something in you. Something you don’t ever want to investigate, in fear that it will ruin the infrastructure of the soul you have created.

He scans the rest of the room with little to no interest, before he walks towards the empty whiskey room, footsteps quiet but assured in a hallway that echoes. He wears a frown as he turns at the clack of your own shoes, before he’s pushed into the room with unexpected force.

You push until he falls. The black sleek couch catching his body before his breath escapes him.

It’s intriguing how much your anger makes him hungry. How it darkens his eyes. How it makes his fingers twitch in a way a junkie would. How his body becomes so in tune with yours unlike any other person he’s ever met.

The sneer on your face is cruel as you observe how patronising the look on his face is. In your peripheral, an expensive bottle of red wine sings an enticing song of revenge and seduction.

You’re hooked by the very first chorus.

As Hyunjin is momentarily distracted by his own conclusions, you’ve already grabbed the bottle by the neck, ripping the cork with a quick pop. He watches you without caution, the glint in your eyes going straight to his growing erection. You stop in front of him, angry, jealous and so fucking hot while you’re doing it.

The smile on your face is pleasant, your cheeks rounding, “I guess a congratulations is in order.”

Then, that smile drops. Hyunjin’s mouth falls as his lower body is engulfed by the wine, the white sure to stain red immediately. Your lips smack together, considering his outfit fakely, “Oh no, I really hope that wasn’t expensive.”

A frown overtakes Hyunjin’s features at your purposeful disregard, drawn with a growing smirk across your lips. Provoking the vengeful spirit that has been starving since Hyunjin vowed to create some distance between the two of you.

He observes the way your gaze zeroes into the way his tongue hooks itself into the corner of his mouth and the way your chest is heaving with desire.

“Clean it up,” Hyunjin orders, “Now.”

A rush of heat blooms in your underwear at his dominant tone, your feet backing away to find a piece of cloth or paper towels locked away in a cabinet…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hyunjin snarls from his position on the couch, his legs wide apart and practically calling for you.

He loves the innocence on your face as it screws up in a way to defend yourself, stuttering at the onslaught of excuses. His fingers dance along the arm of the couch, the tapping only seeming to trap you further.

He smirks, “I think you’re more than capable of cleaning after yourself… unless you need to be told what to do?”

God he loves when you’re so soft and compliant like this. Like putty.

He clicks his tongue decisively before ordering, “Come here.”

It's as if the sea parts for you, the audience clearing as Cinderella makes her way into the place in which she will fall in love. Your Prince at the ready; tall, decadent and handsome. As much of a Prince as you are Cinderella.

In retrospect, the wine staining the material of his pants should make him more uncomfortable, but his attention is completely stolen by you. You stand before him, close enough for his hands to grip you by the hips and take you into his lap.

“So obedient…even after acting like a fucking spoilt brat because..what? I wasn’t interested in giving you my attention? What makes you think you’re worth it, darling?”

Holy fuck.

Your mouth waters at the way his mouth has hardened and the way his sentences are the colour of lead.

“You’re a little pathetic, don’t you think?” Hyujin scoffs, addressing your obvious show of misplaced possessiveness and arousal, “You’re a big girl, Y/N, clean up after yourself.”

Your legs are frozen and any comeback you would’ve, should’ve, could’ve thought of has been whisked away by a phantom spirit, leaving behind prey for the hungry beast to eat away at you.

Hyunjin nods, considering you for a condescending second, his large hand enveloping one side of your hip, the feeling warm against the fabric. A contrast to the cold snake of possibilities that whisper in his ears.

Try it, Hyunjin.

“Get on your knees,” He commands and with a shaky sort of stumble you kneel in front of him, hyper aware of the hand that remains in place, travelling up your body as your knees meet the black marble floor. Goosebumps paralyse your collarbones as his thumb brushes over the raised nipple of your dress, sending more volts of electricity to your core. Where you need him most.

Where you will beg for him.

He preens inside as he can feel the hold his control has on your body. Temptation is definitely not always a bad thing, he can attest. Because…where, when, why, how would this happen without it?

Hyunjin leans forward slightly, drunk on this power that you have seemingly given him, his hand no longer on the swell of your tits but now on your cheek, “Clean.”

Your body falls forward as he removes his hand with a snap, softness completely disappearing and your body cold on auto-pilot. Regaining your balance, your hands move to undo his belt, his stare regarding you with a look that sends you further into your own head.

A hiss escapes his mouth as you remove him from his slacks, thumbing slightly at the tip to test his sensitivity and spread a thin layer of his precum across the surface. You bring him into your mouth slowly, enjoying the low growl that makes his adam’s apple throb with a grumbling need.

Hyunjin bites his lip at the sensation of his cock in your warm and wet mouth, and his head falls back as he reaches deeper into the confines of your throat, finding morbid pleasure in the way you gag around his length. With a satisfied grunt, he clutches at the thick of your hair to gain some of the control he lost when you start to moan and fuck him with your throat.

Curious, he wraps a hand around your throat, thumb pressing at the skin and feeling his cock steadily drag back and forth paired with your speedy heartbeat that grinds against his fingertips sensually. His hand drops but is stopped by your own hand intertwining with his, laying it flat and pressing so much further into your skin, so much so, fears he may kill you.

There are tears in your eyes with how deep inside he reaches but it only fuels the heat that makes a furnace of your aching core. At a particular movement of your tongue along the underside of his cock, he twitches and thrusts himself deeper in your mouth, a groan escaping you. A groan that makes his situation even more dire.

“Fuck-”

He expects you to pull away so he can fuck you into next Tuesday and ruin these couches for anyone else. But instead, you suck and lick and do everything in your power to make him come. He comes inside your mouth, and you swallow his load with a blink, wiping at your lips as if you had only smudged your lipgloss at a lunch meeting.

You’re endeared by the quick frown on his face, an expression that could translate to pouty, if it had not been the way he looks satisfied. A fucked out glow softening his features and sweat sticking to the edges, evidence of his rendezvous with heaven.

“Why did you do that?” He says, in an almost accusing voice.

You smile sweetly at him, “I just did what you asked of me.”

Always having to have the last word, you walk away from him once again. He remains on the couch for a further few minutes, his position unchanging. The planes of his handsome face brightening as he recalls what had just happened.

For once, he had the upper hand and you did not make much of an effort to fight against it and neither did he even attempt to appease you.

You were the one that was jealous.

You were the one on her knees.

You were the one doing the listening as he held the cards.

You were the sole one to be punished and he inflicted it.

He had the control. For once and it was fucking delicious. He feels something in him reawaken and he fucking prays that he does not have to stab and rip down hope before its flagpole can be cut down by its enemies.

With that bit of control he had reclaimed, he had handed himself to you on a silver platter. Ready to feast upon. Ready to go through this toxic cycle, all over again. More so than ever.

It seemed that the events in which he had complete and utter control over you had a profound impact on the man, because he constantly made an effort to make sure you were constantly watching after him. The way his fingers raced after stray water drops that had cascaded down his face and neck after a dip in the pool.

He didn’t seem at all disappointed when you dropped the news that you were on your period, instead he seemed to become playful in his teasing.

At the early hours of the morning when Felix had raced to get you some chocolate and canned peaches at your incessant pleading, he had caught you with your head in the fridge, said chocolate smeared along your bottom lip.

The chuckle released from his mouth was sweet and loving in a way. It made your heart soar to unbelievable heights. Uncaring on whether or not it would drop and smash across the concrete below.

He thumbs at your bottom lip, secretive in the way his lips press together purposefully, his voice clear and deep, “Always so messy.”

You didn’t say anything, your eyes do all the talking for you. How enamoured you were by him. The secrets you tried to bury are completely blatant to the naked eye.

His smile deepens at your lack of reply and he leans forward to bring you into a kiss. One that isn’t necessarily innocent nor is it worth a confession to a pastor. But your eyes are closed and your hands are within a single fist as your weight leans onto his lithe frame. His lips press further onto yours, lifting upwards at the feeling of you returning his kiss before he deepens it.

When he pulls away, his own lips are swollen and he looks proud of what he sees when he looks at you. He smirks, tapping slightly at the skin where your lips and your chin meet, “I’ll leave you to clean this up, yeah?”

He backs away with his eyebrows raised and a secretive smile written across his lips. It’s one that you will remember forever, returning to the room that Felix and the rest of the boys were chilling in.

Midday, when you thought you were finally free to leave the house without one of your brother’s questions about your wellbeing or another one of his friends making sure you were fed and hydrated, unable to tell them that Hwang Hyunjin left your brain feeling muddled and your core feeling all sorts of needy.

Midday when you were caught off guard by the step of the door that almost sent you sprawling face first in concrete had it not been for the man steadying you. Muscles in his arm pulsing as his hand stretches over your torso, the warmth of his chest pressed against your back.

“Leaving?” Hyunjin asks, no qualms about your current position.

“Yes,” You answer, because you’re stupid and you’re too flustered to think about what you’re saying, “With Minho.”

Hyunjin only hums, disinterested in your game of jealousy that you’re reeling in place. He leans forward slightly so that his words tickle against the skin of your neck, “Make sure to stay hydrated, everyone’s quite worried.”

A small purposeful squeeze of your waist is all he leaves as a statement of farewell before he wanders through the doors of your house.

Bastard.

Hot bastard.

At the feeling of your thighs squeezing together with new hunger you curse yourself for being irrevocably horny and chastise yourself for initially thinking you could treat yourself to a quick session of self love before meeting with your friends in the city.

A warm fire greets you as you melt into the corridor. Your exhaustion painting the walls as your heavy feet shakes the decor.

“Y/N!” Felix’s bright demeanour has your own face lifting into a beam as he embraces you in a hug you’re pretty sure you needed, “Here’s a plate.”

You take the plate gratefully from him, shuffling behind into the dining room and halting at the candlelit atmosphere and three well dressed men at the table, scoffing down food more like a boy than a man.

“It was supposed to be just us, but apparently they couldn’t wait fifteen minutes for the next bus,” Felix grumbles.

“We said sorry,” Seungmin comments, mouth full of garlic bread as he wanders into the living room, wanting to get to the TV before anyone else could complain, “Hi Y/N.”

“Hey Minnie,” You greet nonchalantly, actively aware of the man sitting across from you, coy eyes and whispers in his hair. Hyunjin twirls his fork and sips his water and yet your focus zeroes in on the way his tie is loose and his dress shirt is slightly crumpled at the forearms. Han waves at you, his cheeks full of food, as he piles a bundle of spicy vongole pasta onto your plate. To which you smile at him in thanks.

Felix sits next to you, a welcome distraction from the shit you’ve been trying to get over.

“This looks really good, Yongbok, thank you,” You beam at him, to which he pats the top of your head and watches fondly as you scoop a heap of pasta into your mouth.

Your eyes almost roll back with how good it is.

Yummy.

“YASS,” Seungmin’s uncharacteristic yell in the living room has both Felix and Han’s attention. The latter almost a glitch with how fast he runs and Felix lets out a short curse before he cleans himself up and totters to join them, yelling at the two to pause it.

Then, there were two.

Hyunjin doesn’t look at you, he focuses on his meal and on the decorations in front of him. You almost envy how much candlelight loves him, his skin smooth and his eyelashes long. You try your best to match his efforts, but you just can’t compare. You put your fork down and stare at him.

Almost in slow motion he looks into your eyes, holding them as he lifts more pasta to his mouth. His tongue reaches into his cheek for a brief moment, before he stands. Your body is so in tune with his, that it leans forward to almost mirror his actions when he cradles your cheek in his hand and kisses you.

It’s sweet, but hungry. You almost have the audacity to offer yourself to him with open legs on the kitchen table. But he pulls away before you can lose all self esteem and all that’s important to you.

He pulls away, looking decadent and not as if he just partook in a making out session whilst your brother and friends were in the next room. Your still body remains to stare after him, feeling all sorts of wrong.

However, when a flicker of a smirk appears on his face, it almost feels like it’s meant to be.

How fucking stupid.

Your fists clench and you wait for the anger to burn straight through you and let it grow and grow. The lack of control over the situation finally catching up to you and settling into your feet.

Hyunjin hadn’t seen you since the day he saw your resolve build back up. He knew his complete control over you was fleeting and temporary but he still missed it. He loved the way in which the skin on your cheeks heated and the way your eyes held his own with this look of fear and excitement.

He finds it gets to him more when he’s having a shit day.

One so much like today.

First, this asshole at work was hacking up his lungs and shitting over Hyunjin’s ideas before taking full credit for something he could barely explain. Then, some dude scratched his car and offered McDonald’s as compensation. Then, he spilled coffee all over his white dress shirt. Then, he had to ring his mother to pay for his pain medication because paying for the homeless child’s dinner actually had slapped shit karma onto his ass with a tattoo gun.

Yet when you called him, he felt he could finally breathe again.

Your giddiness whilst talking to him made his affection for you so noticeable. He could feel his smile and he could feel his warmth. He could feel his soul and his heart and it scared the shit out of him.

Because he knew what the feeling was.

Deep down, he knew. He knows.

But when he follows your instructions and sees this try-hard in front of him, flirting and attempting to touch you and you, acting so fucking oblivious. Flirting back, even. It has him fuming. His tongue is fuzzy and his eyebrows drawn tight.

His feet drag forwards and his fingers part lines into his hair as he pulls it away from his face, hoping to memorise the sure change in your expression as you notice him. But he doesn’t see it through, because he finds when he’s in front of you the only thing that he wants to do is to lean down and kiss you. Hoping you’ll kiss him in a way that shows people you want him, that you ache for him. That he is…more.

As you return his kiss and thread your arms around his neck, he presses further into you so his body is touching you all over. The boy from before is thoroughly forgotten as Hyunjin moulds into all you are, palm at the small of your back as your hands wander down his arms and lay claim at the nape of his neck.

Hyunjin’s eyes are wide-the-fuck open, staring down the idiot trying to complain with murderous intentions, daring him to cross the line.

You pull away from him breathless as fuck, “Your house?”

Hyunjin smirks and only answers with an affirmative hum, smug as you lead him out of the party and feeling his pants tighten with need when you pass him a slutty look, confident as you pass on his address to the taxi driver with your manicured finger running along the creases of his elbow.

You lead him inside.

You lead him to his bed.

One item of clothing, one after another, falling to the floor, until you are both only in undergarments.

Everything in this moment is led by you, and all his problems fall away with every kiss you initiate.

Your mouth opens as you deepen the kiss, smiling at the way he moans at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his. He falls further into your mannerisms that he feels everything and nothing at the same time.

He can’t feel the way you grasp his chin in an assertive grasp but he can feel your dominance and your possessiveness. He is briefly aware of the way your breasts rub against him, fuelling his sexual hunger.

“Ready for you,” He mumbles, tone throaty with his admission, “Please.”

“Ready for me? To do what?” You tease and his eyes fall shut dreamily.

“Anything,” Hyunjin pleads, “Just need you to touch me. Just need you.”

You press a short satisfied kiss against his Adam's apple and you let your fingers run across every line and crevice on his body. Taken by every shiver and hiss that escapes his full mouth.

“Like this?”

He swallows heavily, “More.”

“Beg, baby.”

He shook his head to which you tutted before you clamped down on both of his shoulders and squeezed.

“Why won’t you beg? Do you think it makes you less of a man?”

He shook his head, “You’ll ruin me.”

You can’t help the grin that transforms your whole face maniacally, “That’s the best part.”

He’s quiet for a second, the tension building as he speaks with his eyes. A liquid glow that manages to hold a whole conversation without the need of his mouth.

“…Please,” Hyunjin croaks weakly, unable to withstand for a second longer, “Please fuck me, Y/N…please.”

You love a man who’s hungry.

The next second, his head hits the soft material of the pillow and your hand is pressing on his throat. Your face has changed again. One full of anticipation and a tension that electrifies. You hook your leg over his own, straddling his frame as you claim the throne that is his body, his abdomen filling the space your lower body couldn’t.

With a naughty type of grin, you lean forward, applying more pressure onto his throat as you slide your mouth over his own. Feeling lightheaded from both the pleasure and the pain, his fingers grab at the skin of your thigh, your body falling forward.

He welcomes the fresh oxygen into his lungs and you let his desperation feed your ego and your sadistic tendencies, fingers brushing an apology over his slightly marked throat. His own fingers dig dents into the skin of your ass, head falling back as you grind relentlessly against his growing erection.

“You’re so fucking evil,” Hyunjin murmurs, breathless and flushed as he struggles to keep a persistent moan at bay.

“Evil seems to do a great job at getting you off,” You scoff, pressing against his chest to lift yourself up. You study each other, breathing hard. The two of you are already glowing at the promise of good sex.

Your body calls to be touched in the way he wants to touch you. He wants to be the one to unclasp your bra and let his hands drag across your skin. He wants to be the one to grab at your hips and flip you both around so he could fuck you into the mattress.

But he doesn’t. Like a good boy, he doesn’t do what his body tells him to do.

Though his hands are obedient, his eyes toe on the line of unruly and diabolical. They’re wild in their path of imagined destruction and control, propaganda sent to the lesser parts of the body that are easy to win over.

They flit to the wetness making a mess in between your thighs and along the fabric of his waistband, and his tongue licks at his bottom lip hungrily, “Fuck-”

You frown, fist pressing down on his pelvis, punishingly close enough to wrap your hand around his cock and have your way with him.

“Where is my good little sub that I know you can be?” The rhetorical question hangs heavy in the air and Hyunjin is finding it a little harder to breathe.

“I’m here.”

“I don’t see him,” Your voice is firm as you stare him down, stomping down on that wild gaze of his.

“Here,” Hyunjin pleads, his eyes glazing with unshed tears, “I promise. I’ll prove it to you if you let me, just please.”

Gotcha.

“Prove it to me? How are you going to do that?” Your head cocks slightly in challenge.

“That,” His eyes brush against his innermost desires, “Let me taste you.”

“How exactly does that prove you’re my little sub?” You mock, ignoring the way your whole body tingles at the thought of it.

“Because I need it,” Hyunjin swallows, “All of me calls to pleasure you, to be your toy, your whatever…I just need you to sit on my face until I can’t breathe. I’m begging-”

Your giggle cuts him off, it’s a dangerous tinkering sort of giggle that is pulled directly from the throat. Hyunjin inhales a sharp intake of breath, a warmth spreading across his chest as your fingers circle the skin of his abdomen.

“Cute…” You coo, tracing his tattoo, “You want to help me out?”

“Yes.”

“If that’s what you need…” You trail off, pulling your underwear from your body, subtly wincing at how sensitive you are. Hyunjin watches over you patiently, drinking in the way the material sticks to your sex and how your naked body climbs on top of him, ready to be feasted on in the way you deserved.

“Oh,” You moan, your muscles relaxing until you’re completely seated on his face as he licks an initial stripe up and down your pussy.

Your composure is all but lost as your hips begin to ride his movements, his nose bridge against your clit and his mouth sucking, kissing and licking at all he wants to devour.

You’re still the same.

Soft sweet kisses have you gasping. Sucking at your pussy causes your legs to shake and clamp around his head. Circling his tongue on the bud of your clit has your nails in his hair, the divide between pleasure and pain blurring together.

His favourite is when he dips his tongue inside you and you use him to take your pleasure for all he’s worth. He moans uncontrollably as you ground yourself further onto his face, parroting his warbled pants and groans.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Making me feel so fucking good,” You whine, grinding harder as your joints start to ache.

As you reach your orgasm, letters become numbers and your body taut as lead. An array of colours crosses your mind and he tries not to come like a virgin when his face becomes coated in your come and his spit.

After a moment's rest you collapse off of him, steadying your breathing as Hyunjin sits up, pressing his lips together at every naughty thought that crosses his mind.

He looks like a girl’s wet dream - wet lips, neck littered in bites and kisses, tongue perched in the corner of his open mouth, smirk threatening to appear at any second.

You lean towards the tissues on his beside table, giving him a view of what Hyunjin wants to bury himself in. His eyes flicker upwards in a weird attempt at chivalry before they stare into yours.

Wiping at his face, you can’t help but muse, “You’re a bit pink.”

He pretends to roll his eyes, “Wonder why.”

You’re giggling as you send a swift and sharp whack into his exposed shoulder and the brief shot of pain is too drenched in lovers haze to notice.

The tension is so high, it doesn’t take much for Hyunjin to feed off it. His smile melts off his face first and yours follows after.

Yet, you’re the one that kisses him first with your hand cradling his face. Your mouth opening and him deepening the kiss. You can’t help but realise how much you love his mouth. His lips. His tongue.

Except he’s the one that really sends the nail into the coffin, his hand laying claim on the meat of your thigh and kissing you harder until both your lips swell.

He kisses under your ear and you lick a long stripe at the juncture of his neck and across his prominent jaw.

“Let me fuck you,” He murmurs, bliss capturing your whole body and you’re floating. He kisses along your neck and at the point of your cupid’s bow, waiting for your answer.

But it's like bliss has well and truly made you her bitch.

“-Just please.”

Her favourite bitch.

At your affirmative nod, your head crashes against the pillow as Hyunjin eagerly brushes his lips over your skin, the both of you enjoying the way your skin reacts to his worship.

With his eyes imploring naughtily into yours, he plunges two fingers in his mouth, sucking on his digits and releasing them with a lewd pop.

Slowly, he lets his wet fingers draw an S down your pubic bone, just above where you need him most before he lets his digits sink into your warm, wet pussy.

Hyunjin’s eyes fall shut and his mouth gapes due to an unfinished groan that he chokes to hear the sounds you let pass your lips. You mewl, pressing your lips together in attempt to keep quiet.

He draws his fingers back, eyeing the way in which your pussy grips them before drilling his fingers forward. You clasp his wrist harshly, his skin turning white, “Fuck- wait.”

He chokes, his fingers coming to a stop. Taking the time to watch your chest heave with battered breath and your eyes fluttering in an attempt to regain self control.

“Ask if you can have your way with me.”

“I want more than that,” Hyunjin shook his head, desperate whines escaping his mouth, “I want to fucking devour you, baby. Let me in, I’m begging you.”

You grin, “Then fucking devour me.”

Your kiss is tongue and lips and too rushed to care. He runs the tip of his cock along your sex, sinking into what feels like heaven on Earth. Finally sinking into heaven.

“I’d fucking commit crimes for this pussy, oh fuck-“ He slurs, sad attempts to return your kisses but losing himself instead.

You whimper into his skin as he drives his hips forward, and it drives him so crazy he can’t help but moan in reply.

He tries to hear it, again and again.

He succeeds.

Expect it’s not just your little kitten whimpers you make when you’re submissive. No. It’s your moans that sound like they’re thick with tears. It’s your held groans and the way your body writhes against his thrusts. It’s the way your kisses start to bruise and blur. The way your nails drag along his back.

When he said he wanted to devour you..he promised it.

As your walls clench around him, swallowing him in this warm and wet cocoon of pleasure and torment. His hips begin to stutter, his body aiming to follow after your orgasm with his own.

“Come?” Hyunjin murmurs, “Where?”

At his question and how pleased you are, you open your mouth.

Hyunjin almost whimpers as he follows through, watching his come eject onto your tongue. Hissing when you make a point of sucking at the swollen mushroom tip and maintaining eye contact as you swallow.

He almost says it.

But as soon as his head hits the pillow and you tuck yourself in next to him…the exhaustion of the weeks past drags him under.

You wake with a start, the sun is crisp and pours into the room. You check the time, widening your eyes at the time. You search for your phone hurriedly as you dress, even though you have nowhere to be and no one to see.

“Hyunjin,” You murmur, voice a little groggy from oversleeping.

“Mm?” He questions groggily, sniffing a little.

“Have you seen my phone?” You ask, eyes searching for your phone to check the time and to make your exit back home.

He pauses for a second, trying to remember, before he reaches for his bedside table, “Yeah. I put it on charge.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, pocketing your phone before you notice how feverish Hyunjin looks and how croaky he sounds. Concern makes its way to your eyebrows before you brush his hair from his forehead, frowning at the collection of sweat.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I think I’m just tired,” He mutters.

You wet a handcloth anyway. Patting him down and smiling lightly at the relief that crosses his face. You retrieve your phone from your pocket, ordering him a big bowl of stew and a Gatorade to boost his electrolytes.

You help yourself to his kitchen, snooping around his over the counter medicines thrown haphazardly in the cabinet above his fridge. One Paracetamol. Two ibuprofen. Prescription saline nasal spray. Expired cough medicine. You tutter, digging into your purse for your own stash and finding three lozenges.

You peer at the mess around him, before you put a shirt into his laundry basket. Then another. Then his pants. Then his jumpers. His work clothes. Everything.

Then you put it in his washing machine. Then his dryer. You wipe a wet cloth down his surfaces. The smell of Hyunjin’s house then, a chemical citrus. You light a candle that smells better. Like jasmine and vanilla.

You meet the delivery man and remember to thank him. You put the stew into a ceramic bowl and give him a proper spoon that won’t bend in half. You put the Ibuprofen next to his Gatorade that you hope he fucking drinks.

Kneeling next to him, you tap him on the shoulder, “Hyunjin.”

His eyes flutter open with sick induced questions, “Yeah?”

“Come eat,” You order and without strength to fight against you, he obeys. He waddles cutely into the hallway, shoulder bumping into walls and blinking at his new clean house. He sits on the table where you’ve set him up and digs in.

You watch him like a hawk at first, ready to yell at him if he so much as decides not to take the medicine, or at least three sips of Gatorade and leaves more than half the bowl full. But when he does it all without complaint, you begin to relax.

“Thanks,” Hyunjin croaks. You only smile in reply, walking him back to his bed and tucking him in. He falls back into a sick induced sleep and you can only watch as he inhales and exhales.

So peaceful and gentle.

“I’m going to leave now,” You confess.

“Thank you,” He says again.

“Have another ibuprofen in three hours,” You direct, “That should be at about 2 o’clock.”

“Okay.”

Once again, he almost says it, right after he almost asks you to stay. But his fever and the hypnosis of his sleep saves him once again.

The events of that night had him soft on you. Too soft. It reminded him of the you before the poison and the him before the hurt. It was too much to ignore, too much to return to the pretence. He refused to believe that you were soft on him just as much as he was you.

He had to get weight and fast.

Before he got further and further down this trepid path that would only lead to further injury.

It comes to him in the form of a girl he vaguely remembers dated Felix, who smells good and looks amazing. But for the life of him, he can’t remember her name. Only the one time she had a complete meltdown.

But you, you remember it all too well.

How kind she was, how sweet. How she directed you. How she always told you you were so much prettier than people gave you credit for. How good of a couple you and Minho were. The switch up. The undermining, the little digs at the fragile relationship you had with your brother at the time. The pining and the complete lack of respect for him. The Hyunjin thing. It infuriated you. Infuriates you, still.

Felix, only observes her with polite indifference, one which is returned. He even winks at Hyunjin as she begins to lean into him with her hand draped over his shoulder. Hyunjin can’t help but notice the way your eyebrows furrow as you take in her position within the group, astounded.

Has that look always been there?

You look so unsure of yourself as you approach him, pulling at the ends of his shirt when everyone is otherwise preoccupied. All except her, who you keep an eye on as you drag your boy out of her proximity.

Hyunjin stares down with a look of complete wonder, wondering and realising. At the change of his eyes, you change yours. Half-lidded, sexy. Fingers circling its naughty rings around the freckles on his abdomen.

“You look good,” You flirt, licking your lips as you start to imagine all he could commit with his apparel.

He feels his heart flutter, and yet he says, “Am I hotter to you when you’re jealous?”

Your sultry expression drops and you lightly push him away from you by the chest, “I wasn’t jealous.”

He snorts.

Yeah, right.

“You were,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, becoming frustrated by the sheer audacity of whatever is happening and the heat that surrounds you, “She was literally just talking…not even to me.”

“You have a really great imagination,” You’re seething through your teeth as you say it, “I’m not jealous.”

He laughs, but he isn’t finding it funny.

Right now, he’s found the perfect tool in which to wreck your sanity. But instead, he feels like it’s a double edged sword, cutting him down. What the fuck is happening? What is with you?

He doesn’t understand and now he can’t stop spitting all the shit he’s wanted to say.

“Was that little show in there just marking your territory?” He jeers, “We’re exclusive, I won’t fuck your friends.”

Your mouth gapes as you look in bewilderment.

“We agreed,” Hyunjin’s eyes feel like twitching, “We agreed that whatever this is..it wasn’t-”

“This isn’t fucking jealousy, Hyunjin and if you really feel that way then let’s end it here. In fact, I heard Hanji is in the bathroom with some bitch, do you think he’ll dog me if I ask?” You shout, causing bystanders to look at the two in shock. Hyunjin sucks in his lip in frustration before gripping you at the wrist and yanking you into the next room. A quiet office where the only sounds you can hear are limited to the harsh inhales and exhales of your anger and the base speaker.

He scowls, before grabbing your face with one hand, fingers denting your cheeks, “Shut up.”

Your back straightens with your hackles raised and Hyunjin’s own frame relaxes, picking on the tell tale signs of your impending arousal. Your fire licks against his flames.

“You’re so fucking nasty I want to come all over you,” He grits his teeth and sucks at his lips as he chastises you.

“You don’t need to ask for permission,” You sneer, lip curling in disdain.

He raises an eyebrow in disbelief, his eyes narrowing in warning. To which you stare back, just as unrelenting and bitter as before.

He casts a dark chuckle, looming over you until your ass plants against the desk. He wraps his hand around your throat, caught by the true vulnerability of your eyes. Glinting at him like the reflection of the moon on the ocean. Within reach.

He shakes his head, surprisingly reluctant to find comfort in the feeling. Nor can he find comfort in your demise. No matter how much he wants to and how much his body is tempted to.

Instead, he exhales a calculated breath, his eyes hovering over your exposed skin and the heaving of your chest. You lick your lips in an attempt to reign in your desire, but the way his palm fits across the whole of your thigh, pushing your dress up to expose yourself to him.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Hyunjin tells you, dark eyes pitting against yours, “Then, you’re going to tell me what I want to know.”

You’re a but a weak girl, unable and completely at his mercy.

You nod, your eyes still big and round and too fucking demure. So much that when he kisses you roughly, he closes his eyes. His fingers are quick to lift your dress, skilled in the study of your body and what you like. He kisses down your neck, your sounds the obvious tell of how horny you are. The way you grip at his shoulders and his arms, the other.

Hyunjin’s eyes flicker open to remove your underwear, fully intending to avoid your possible stare but is so surprised by how wet you are already. You whine as the cool air kisses the sensitive skin of your pussy and Hyunjin can feel his hardening length and his mouth watering.

Nonchalantly he wets the skin of his thumb, before brushing down your sex, testing your sensitivity as your head rolls.

Fuck.

He pulls his pants down, freeing himself from the confines of fabric before lining himself against your pussy and Hyunjin basks in the moment he sinks into you, your walls clenching and swallowing him whole. Warm. Wet. Driving him to the brink of insanity, he fists at the hard surface of the wooden desk, the sound only adding to the pleasure you both feel.

“Driving me fucking crazy,” Hyunjin swears, watching the way your lidded eyes are open but hooded, “You fucking know it, too. I know you do.”

You whimper an affirmative, the sound of pleasure picking up when Hyunjin begins to thrust into you. Uncaring of being gentle or vengeful. Caring only about fucking you. Fucking you how many fucking times you want to.

Your eyes roll back as a particular harsh thrust, the desk shaking from the movement. Your hands grapple for leverage around his shoulder blade, your face falling into his exposed throat. You lick and suck along his collarbones and his throat, his collar. Ripping at his buttoned shirt to lick along his chest but pathetically falling short..

He pants as his position changes, angling his hips better, faster, harder. His face and hair, knocking against yours and his teeth clenching at the force. You let out an utmost wanton moan, pressing your lips against his in a desperate attempt to muffle your screams against his mouth.

He drills harder, wanting nothing else but to hear the sound again and again, until your voice is hoarse and croaky and the memories blur into your cries of pleasure. His mouth falls open in an attempt to return the kiss, but how can he when you can barely do the same?

He manages to lick against your top lip and your lips make contact with the skin of his chin. His eyelids drunk as they fall and rise. Your walls clenching around him tighter as your orgasm approaches.

He sees colours, hears them, as he fucks you through your orgasm and through his. His hips staggering at the slow decrease of adrenaline and at the pinnacle of his relaxation, he opens his big mouth and he says it.

“I love you,” He means it when he kisses you, heavy and wet and beautiful.

He regrets it, because he sees the way it breaks you as he says it. You pull away harshly, like you had been zapped with electricity and as if you suddenly developed a conscience. But he can see you feel something for him too.

He can see it, but he won’t get the reassurance.

You would never admit it, it seems.

“You broke the rules,” You’re heaving, eyes panic stricken as you assess him.

“Those rules were bullshit as soon as we fucking made them,” Hyunjin shouts, hurt slithering its path around his heart like a no good snake.

They were.

“I’ve got to go,” You gasp out, air not finding you easily.

Hyunjin scoffs a humourless laugh, “To Minho, I bet. Like you always do.”

Your face crumples, and he finds it even more laughable. What the fuck were you doing? What the fuck was he doing? What even was this?

“We can’t do this anymore,” Your voice is gluggy with unshed tears.

Seriously?

“You’re right,” Hyunjin sneers, “What was I thinking? I love you? I must have lost it. Go- Go to Minho, leave- at least you got one last fuck out of me, right? Just like we agreed?”

Hyunjin lifts his pants, frame facing away from you so you won’t be able to spot the way his pain fills him so obviously, his weakness completely on show for you to gawk at. Missing the way you attempt to explain yourself, to finally answer all he wants to ask.

But only catching when you leave the room, leaving him hollow and scrubbed raw with an ache that has surpassed years of fucking other people to get over you. Years of trying to one up you and get revenge. Of being unable to let you go. Years of torture.

Scrubbed raw again and again.

He is Hyunjin, still pathetically not over you.

author's note : oh my god, finally finished after months of writing and months of just not getting anywhere. i tried editing as i went but there still might be mistakes. HOPEFULLY you like the second part of their story and it's not disappointing..

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chogiwass · 1 year ago

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Okayyy hear me out!! Sooo recently I’ve been arguing with my friends about what could be exo’s favorite positions and we can’t seem to be able to point it out lol.

i've been talking to my friend abt this too!! so hear me out

minseok- against the wall or smth with him on top, i think he would like to be close to his partner

junmyeon- he gives soft dom vibes soo, probably missionary where he is on top or his partner riding him, he would still be on control though. and i think he praises his partner a lottt

baekhyun- i feel like he would let you ride him at any moment?? he is like super chill sometimes. but i also think he is down to try everything, probably wants to be in control

chanyeol- he would have you BEND!!! OVER!!! any surface you can bend over. i feel like he is an ass guy. or against the wall?? or probably having your legs in his shoulder or smth like that

kyungsoo-he looks so relaxed and like he would like having a connection with the person?? missionary or when you are riding him are the best i think

jongin- ok, you riding him. he just gives me that vibe and no one can change my mind. but i also think he would fuck you on a kitchen counter or a table or the shower

sehun- uhh so the first thing i think about is giving him head and keeping eye contact, then probably you being on top a little bit but he wold take over in no time. i can also see him spooning

#exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #exo reactions #chanyeol smut #baekhyun #baekhyun smut #sehun smut #xiumin smut #kai #jongin smut #exo kai smut #suho smut #junmyeon smut #exo x reader #kyungsoo smut

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lomlhwa · 2 years ago

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pre-workout (k.mg)

pairing: idol bf!mingyu x non-idol gf!reader

preview: mingyu works out everyday because his fans love his muscles. but today, he's lacking enough energy to want to go. so he asks you for some.... pre-workout.

tags/warnings: fem reader, established relationship, morning sex, somnophilia, oral (fem. receiving), mingyu is all over you at 7:00am, praise, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), uprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: the somno is consented with a bracelet which is explicitly mentioned.

wc: 956

song recs for this fic: playboy by exo, sexuality by taemin, drip by superm, touchin' by kang daniel

a/n: i'm literally so sorry for how short this is, i ran out of ideas and wanted this out of my drafts. but to make it better, everyone picture those insta pictures of mingyu for this fic. i know you know what i'm talking about.

saying that your boyfriend is strong is a massive understatement. he gets up to go to the gym every morning before dance practice and recordings. on top of his work outs, the dance practices make him stronger too. at this point, he could probably bench press you with one arm.

today, as per usual, mingyu wakes up to his alarm blaring on the nightstand. 6:45am. time for him to get up, have a bite to eat and go to the gym. you react only slightly to the alarm, rolling away from the sound.

today feels different, however. he doesn't want to go to the gym, which is unusual for him. he basically lives in the gym. but today, he really doesn't want to get out of bed. the softness of the blanket really keeps him from wanting to rise.

nonetheless, he forces himself to get up and change into his workout clothes. he takes his pre-workout powder with some water. his nose scrunches at the bitterness.

he walks back to your shared bedroom to see you sleeping oh so peacefully on your shared bed. your chest rises and falls at a steady pace. you stir a little, rolling over. the blanket wrapped around you falls off your lower abdomen.

he lets his eyes travel down to see that you’d stripped yourself of your shorts in the middle of the night. his eyes travel to spot them on the floor. he finally realizes that this is what was keeping him here.

you.

he walks over to the bed and peeks onto your wrists. he’s relieved and thrilled when he sees the thin, silver bracelet clasped on your arm. the item confirming consent to being woken up with some… affection from your boyfriend.

he carefully rolls you over onto your back, unraveling you from the blanket in the process. he takes in the soft supple skin of your legs and waist. he brushes his hands over your body, just soft enough to not wake you.

he tugs your panties down your legs, placing them on the side table. he lets out a shaky breath as he pushes your knees apart. he slithers down the bed until he comes face to face with your core.

he blows cold air onto your core and goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. he sighs at the sight of your sleeping body laid out for him to take and use. the bracelet on your wrist is always an instant turn on for him.

his tongue rolls out of his mouth and slides between your folds. he loves eating you so much. the way your nerves twinge, the soft gasps that leave your beautiful lips, the way you shift around trying to get away.

he swirls his tongue around your clit, a high pitched whine leaving your throat. you’re still not awake, but you’re starting to come to consciousness. he grips your thighs to make sure they stay open as he becomes more aggressive in his sucking and licking.

your eyes flutter open and glide down to make eye contact with your boyfriend’s wet face. “good morning, honey,” he says in between licks. your back immediately arches, another whine leaving you. “fffuck, good morning gyu.”

he smiles against your core before slurping at your weeping hole. “sleep well?” you nod, your high creeping up on you every second. “why aren’t you at t-the gym? it’s almost 8:00am,” he just chuckles against you, not bothering to answer.

a couple more licks and slurps and you’re tumbling over the edge. your hands fly down to grip his hair as he kisses your core to help you through it. he gets up and wipes his mouth, smiling at your shaky frame.

“please, gyu. need your cock, too,” you beg. there’s no way he could say no to your pretty pleas. he rids himself of his shorts and briefs, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

he shoves into you, groaning immediately at the contact. his hands find purchase on your waist as he sets a steady pace thrusting into you. the sounds of skin slapping and shared moans fill the room. the headboard even begins banging against the wall. your neighbors will surely be complaining later.

gasps leave you as your hands wrap around his wrists. your nails leave crescent shaped marks in the skin of his forearm. you clench and unclench around him rapidly as your second high approaches.

“g-gonna cum, gyu, fuck,” your eyes roll back as he picks up the pace. “please, cum inside me, baby,” you look at him with tears in your eyes.

“gonna give you my cum, sweetheart. you’re so good for me,” he kisses you gently in contrast to his merciless pace inside you. his lips move softly against yours, capturing your rapid breaths.

finally, the chord in your abdomen snaps. you shake and your hips stutter, grinding into him subconsciously. you hold his head to yours, keeping his lips against yours as he continues to pump into you. he bites your bottom lip as he spills into you.

“fuck, i love you, honey,” he kisses you a few times more before pulling out. he wipes you clean with a tissue from the box next to your head. he tosses them in the trash.

“i’m gonna go to the gym now. you helped me up my energy. sleep some more, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead. he slides your panties back up your legs. he pulls the blanket over you and tucks you in.

you slowly fall back into a light slumber. the soft buzz of pleasure coursing through you keeps you calm. nothing is better than waking up to your boyfriend’s love and affection.

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makoredeyes · 6 days ago

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49 Saint and Osiris

#49 - out of necessity

Osiris fought not to sag at the conference table. He didn't want to be here. He hated meetings. Hated conference tables. He tapped his fingers on his knees beneath, steadily reminding himself this wasn't a Consensus tribunal, or some bureaucratic pageantry. This was a critical meeting of the minds to help preserve the fate of humanity. He was invited here. He was needed here. Valued. And likewise, he valued many of his peers gathered with him.

It didn't make it any easier to focus on the exchange between Eris Morn and Queen Mara as he struggled with old traumas and insecurities, however, the once-exile glaring at Zavala from across the table.

He could have picked a better place to have this discussion. They didn't need a desk. They didn't need... He glanced around the rather cavernous meeting room their little group occupied... all this.

He was really uncomfortable here.

"Very well, my Techeons will begin preparations once Osiris... Osiris?" Mara leaned out and looked over vast table top at the Warlock in question, and had to call his name a second time, making him jump. Osiris hissed, snapping to attention.

"Err, of course, Queen Mara," he fumbled. Mara frowned, but he knew her well enough to recognize it was a scrutinizing look, not one of disapproval. She squared her shoulders.

"I believe we have what we need for now," she said sternly, looking over at Zavala. Not far to her right, Eris nodded. "I will contact you when Osiris, Eris, and I have sufficient findings.

Osiris could see Zavala didn't like being dismissed, but he had no choice in the matter. The Queen did what she wished, when she wished it, and that included ending overly stuffy conferences.

"Uh, really, don't you think-" Oh, he was going to argue?

"Some of us have places to be, Commander," Mara said coolly.

Zavala backed right down with a nod.

"Of course."

Osiris stood quickly, but Mara was on her feet quicker, and already on her way to the door with her entourage. Osiris' own hasty retreat was inconspicuous.

Saint wasn't waiting just outside the door. He never did. He waited a hallway away, down and around the corner. They never arranged their rendezvous, they simply unerringly found one another. This was no different as Osiris all but stormed around the corner into his lover's arms.

"Shelter. Now." He shoved the big Exo's chest, looking all around. They didn't need privacy. Their relationship was not illicit. Osiris simply preferred things this way. Saint did not mind.

"Osiris," Saint cooed his name, clasping big hands over Osiris' shoulder blades in a comforting embrace. "Are you alright?"

"Of course," Osiris snipped. "But.." He softened, lowering his voice. "I do miss you." He smiled wryly up at him. "Even more than usual. Home is too far." He found a secluded notch between doorways and hauled Saint into it, pulling down on him insistently. "Kiss me like it's been longer. I need you."

Saint's eyes brightened in a slow grin, and he happily relented to Osiris' urging, dipping his lover with the force of his passion.

"Gladly, my Bird."

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honeyhae-svt · 3 months ago

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On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (SERIES)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MDNI!!!

GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Gunshots, Blood, Language, Manipulation. -warnings for this chapter

♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO.

READER IS NAMED LI MEI QUIANG

>>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST ♡

On My Command - Masterlist (Chapters)

CHAPTER 4

The living room was a chaotic yet strangely harmonious scene. Wonwoo and Mingyu were deeply immersed in their video game battle, the rapid clicking of controllers filling the space. Seungkwan and Deokyeom sat nearby, casually watching the game unfold, while Minghao stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about you—how he had seen you last night and then again in a much more complicated situation.

Jun entered the room and immediately noticed Minghao's distant gaze. He wasn't one to let a good opportunity slip by, so he playfully waved his hand in front of Minghao's face before pulling a small knife from his pocket. Without a second thought, he aimed it behind Minghao's head, but Minghao's reflexes were sharp, catching Jun's wrist just before the blade made contact.

A tense moment passed as Minghao twisted Jun's arm, disarming him and pointing the knife back at him. Despite the sudden confrontation, the others in the room barely reacted, accustomed to the near-daily violence that was just part of life in Seventeen's household.

Jun chuckled, a sound laced with both amusement and a hint of challenge, before he yanked the knife out of Minghao's hand. The blade clattered to the floor and skidded out of the room, stopping just outside the doorway where Joshua stood.

Joshua picked up the knife with a calm demeanor, his eyes cold as he stared at the two. "Stop it or I'll cut both of your hands off," he warned, his voice carrying an edge that silenced any potential retorts.

Minghao sighed, leaning back into his seat as if nothing had happened, while Jun returned his attention to his phone, the moment quickly forgotten.

"Where's the girl?" Joshua asked, his voice cutting through the room's casual atmosphere. Seungkwan turned his head slightly to answer, "She's in the medical room with Woozi and Jeonghan. I think they put her to sleep to run some tests."

"Aren't you supposed to be working on something, hyung?" Deokyeom asked, his eyes not leaving the TV screen.

"Just finished it," Joshua replied curtly before making his way to the medical room, his steps echoing softly in the hallway.

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You tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you back down.

"Take it easy," Mingyu's voice cut through the fog, firm yet gentle. "You've been out longer than expected."

"What... happened?" you managed to ask, your voice stronger now but still shaky.

Jeonghan exchanged a glance with Woozi, who looked hesitant before he spoke.

"We had to give you a second dose. Your fever spiked again while you were asleep," Woozi explained, his tone carefully measured. "But you're stable now."

But as Woozi spoke, you noticed Minghao's nervous glance, and the slight shift in Seungkwan's posture. They were hiding something.

A sudden surge of adrenaline cleared some of the lingering fog in your mind. You weren't just a sick patient; you were a hostage, surrounded by people whose intentions weren't entirely clear.

"Why do I feel like there's more you're not telling me?" you questioned, your voice gaining strength.

Jeonghan's smile flickered, a brief crack in his usually calm demeanor. "You're sharp, I'll give you that. But right now, what's important is that you recover."

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing the evasion. There was definitely more at play here than they were letting on.

Before you could press further, the door swung open, and Wonwoo entered the room, the usual grim look on his face.

"Meeting," Wonwoo said, ignoring your presence entirely as he addressed the older man.

Jeonghan's eyes shifted, and he turned to the others. "Watch her. Don't let her out of your sight," he ordered, his voice cold as ice.

With that, the rest left the room. Whatever was happening, you knew it was far from over.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, tension was rising. Heeseung stood in his office, his expression dark as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. The voice belonged to a woman, cold and commanding.

"I thought I told you to keep her safe? All you did was make things worse," she said, her irritation clear.

Heeseung clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. He never imagined that you would be taken so easily. If only he hadn't been so preoccupied with his work, he could have arranged for someone to ensure your safety.

Before he could respond, the line went dead, and in a fit of frustration, Heeseung hurled his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. He took a deep breath to calm himself before storming out of the room and into the meeting area where EXO's members were gathered.

Suho looked up, his brows furrowing as he saw Heeseung's enraged expression. "Kid, you don't just barge in whenever you please. We're having a meeting here," Suho said, his tone stern.

Baekhyun, however, couldn't resist a smirk. "Oh, come on. That girl is not even a pawn in our game. Just let her die, and we'll continue with our attacks," he said casually, earning a glare from Heeseung.

"Baekhyun, watch your words," Chanyeol warned, nudging Baekhyun under the table.

Heeseung's fists clenched tightly. "You guys know we can't let her die, right?" he said, his voice strained with anxiety.

Suho sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. The situation was becoming increasingly complicated, all because of one girl. "We'll lie low for now until we get her back," Suho decided, dismissing the meeting and motioning for Heeseung to follow him.

Once they were alone, Heeseung's anxiousness became more apparent. "How can we get her back?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

Suho studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I can't tell if you're worried about her well-being because you genuinely care for her or because you're afraid of the holder."

"Does that really matter right now?" Heeseung snapped.

"Don't worry. We'll get her back as soon as we can," Suho reassured him. "Just make sure you're ready when the time comes."

Back in the Seventeen house, Joshua re-entered not the medical room, but the meeting one, along with the others, closing the door behind him. "Quiang Mei is the daughter of the Dongye clan in China. They've made connections with EXO," he began, sharing the information he had just received.

Jeonghan's eyes narrowed, a calculating expression on his face. "So, we kidnapped a worthless rock that turned out to be a gem, huh?" he mused, a smirk playing on his lips.

"We can use her to blackmail the family. We could get more than we ever expected," Deokyeom added, intrigued by the potential leverage they now had.

"I've already thought about that," Jeonghan said, his tone serious. "But the problem is, EXO and three other groups-including Enhypen and the Dongye clan-are already working together. That makes it hard for us to make a move."

"And they'll cause us more trouble if they get her back," Joshua pointed out, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Does the girl know who she really is?" Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting through the discussion like a knife.

"No, she doesn't," Woozi replied, glancing.

Seungcheol's expression remained stoic as he gave his next orders. "Never let her find out. And never let her out of your sight." His gaze shifted to Wonwoo and Hoshi, who stood at attention. "I'm putting the both of you in charge."

"What? Why me? I'm terrible at babysitting!" Hoshi protested, earning a smack on the head from Seungkwan. "Are you refusing our boss' orders?" Seungkwan hissed.

"Ow..."

Jeonghan, ever the instigator, pouted. "Why can't I be the one in charge?"

"Jeonghan, shut up before I punch you in the face," Joshua said, standing up and leaving the room as the meeting concluded.

Wonwoo and Hoshi exchanged looks before heading to your room. Hoshi sighed, his laptop tucked under his arm. "Bummer. We have to look after a girl... I never would have imagined babysitting someone," he muttered.

"It won't be that hard. We'll just install some CCTV cameras in her room. Keep her locked in," Wonwoo suggested, his eyes still glued to his device as he played a game.

"Seungcheol hyung wouldn't allow that," Hoshi started, but his words were cut short as Jun came running toward them, breathless.

"T-The girl... She's not in her room," Jun gasped, his chest heaving.

Wonwoo and Hoshi exchanged panicked glances before sprinting off in different directions, searching for you frantically. They had just been assigned to watch over you, and now you were already missing. They knew one thing for sure—if Seungcheol found out, they were as good as dead.

Frantic and on edge, Wonwoo and Hoshi scoured the grounds outside the mansion, sending a couple of guards to comb through the public areas in search of you. They knew that even if you had managed to slip away, the mansion's high security would keep you close. Still, the thought gnawed at them—perhaps a few guards had slacked off, or maybe, just maybe, they hadn't noticed how small and elusive you could be.

The news of your disappearance quickly reached Jeonghan, and fortunately for Wonwoo and Hoshi, it stopped there. Jeonghan was already steeling himself to scold them and the guards who failed to keep watch.

With Seungcheol, Dino, and Minghao out handling business, the news didn't reach them... yet.

The entire household was in disarray, desperately searching for you. Deokyeom and Jun pored over the security footage, but there were no signs of you leaving your room—yet you were nowhere to be found. "Where did that little rat possibly go?" Deokyeom muttered in frustration, his voice tinged with worry. Jun simply groaned in response.

"Some parts were cut off from the surveillance," Jun observed, his finger tracing the gaps on the screen. "Someone probably helped her out."

"Wait, who was the first to leave the meeting room earlier?" Deokyeom snapped his fingers, and the two exchanged a look before sprinting toward one specific room.

When they arrived, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Hoshi were already standing there, tension radiating off them. Without hesitation, Jeonghan kicked the door open—only to be met with a sight that made his jaw drop, and the others' eyes widen in shock.

You were sitting on top of a table, Joshua's hands resting on either side of you, your wrists bound together by a thin cloth. His face was so close to yours that your lips were touching.

"What. The."

"Fuck," Jeonghan finished Wonwoo's sentence, the group frozen in place. Joshua slowly pulled away, his expression unreadable as he turned to face them.

"Joshua, what the hell?" Hoshi's voice trembled with disbelief.

Joshua remained silent for a moment, then glanced back at you. Your eyes met Jeonghan's, a silent plea conveyed in the flicker of your gaze—as if to say, "It was his idea."

Joshua sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "Okay, you caught me, but let her explain before I do."

All eyes turned to you, waiting. "What? You're the one who dragged me here and tied my hands," you said, feigning innocence. Joshua scoffed at your words.

"Oh, don't play the victim. Why don't you tell them about your little escape scheme?"

You frowned, clearly not wanting to take the blame. But before you could throw another accusation, Jeonghan stepped in, pushing Joshua aside to free you.

"We won't get anywhere with you two blaming each other. Seungcheol has to know about this," Jeonghan said, untying the cloth from your wrists.

As the five men sat across from you, their eyes bore into you, waiting. But it wasn't just an explanation they were after—they wanted to see if you'd break, if you'd surrender to the pressure or keep up the defiant front.

You met their stares, your focus narrowing on Jeonghan. "Aren't you guys busy? Nothing else to do at all?" you asked, your voice edged with sarcasm. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Despite the awkwardness, you kept your composure, refusing to let them see any sign of weakness.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke, breaking the oppressive quiet. "Fine. I tried escaping, but I couldn't even get to the stairs because of your stupid bodyguards. They didn't notice me until this guy"—you pointed to Joshua—"caught me and dragged me into this room. He told me to sit, but when I refused, he tied my wrists."

Jeonghan snickered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, clearly entertained by your reluctant confession.

Joshua, however, wasn't about to let you have the last word. "If you had just stayed in your room, none of this would've happened," he said, his voice firm, his brows furrowed in frustration.

"Yeah, but why did you have to kiss me?" you shot back, a devilish grin forming on your lips. Joshua's eyes widened in disbelief—what you said was far from the truth.

You had been the one to pull him into that kiss, taking advantage of the moment while he was tying your wrists. He had planned to secure you in place, then leave to retrieve his laptop from the office so he could interrogate you about what you knew. But instead, you'd ruined everything with that kiss, using your charm to throw him off balance.

Joshua knew your version of events would be more believable—after all, who would trust him over you in this situation? So, he simply glared at you, his brows knit together in frustration.

The others were stunned by what they heard, but they weren't naive enough to take your words at face value. They knew Joshua wasn't reckless—though he did have a tendency to act impulsively at times.

"So, Joshua, I'm guessing that's true?" Jeonghan asked, his tone teasing, though his eyes were sharp.

"It doesn't matter whether I explain or not. You won't believe me anyway," Joshua replied, shrugging in resignation. "But what she said is the exact opposite of what happened."

Joshua's gaze locked onto you, filled with frustration as you met his stare with narrowed eyes and that same small, knowing grin.

"You really put on a show for us," Jeonghan remarked, clearly amused by the spectacle that had unfolded.

Jeonghan’s amused smirk deepened as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "You two are something else," he said, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the mess unfolding before him.

Joshua sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, this is not how I planned it, okay? She—”

You cut him off, tilting your head slightly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Planned what, Joshua? You planning on tying up all your problems from now on?" The playful jab sent Hoshi into a fit of laughter, his hands slapping his thighs.

“Oh, that’s rich!” Hoshi managed between laughs. “What were you planning to do next? Feed her? Maybe brush her hair?”

Joshua shot Hoshi a withering look, though a tiny smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Well, we were worried about her,” Jun chimed in, “but now I’m more worried about you. This isn’t exactly normal behavior, Josh.”

You couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire. “It’s fine, Jun. Maybe Joshua just has some... unique hobbies.” You winked, and this time even Deokyeom couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

Joshua threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But in my defense—” He stopped mid-sentence as if realizing that no defense would really hold up. “You know what? I’m done. You all can think whatever you want.”

Jeonghan leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave, making the atmosphere feel suddenly more serious. “In all seriousness, Joshua, what were you really thinking? Tying her up? Kissing her? You know Seungcheol’s going to find out, right?”

Joshua groaned, rubbing his temples. “I was trying to keep her here long enough to ask some questions. I didn’t expect her to... to do that.” He waved a hand vaguely in your direction, clearly flustered.

“Do what?” Jeonghan pressed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You smiled sweetly, enjoying how flustered Joshua had become. “Oh, just a little something to keep him on his toes. Can’t let these boys get too comfortable, right?”

Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. “Comfortable? You’re giving everyone heart attacks. Including Joshua.”

“And me!” Deokyeom added. “I had to run here, and you know how I feel about running.”

“Wow, are we really talking about your lack of cardio right now?” Joshua deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Deokyeom shrugged. “Just saying. It’s relevant.”

Jeonghan finally stood, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, enough joking around. We still have a situation to deal with. Mei—uh, I mean, you—” he corrected himself, catching your eye with a grin, “are clearly not going anywhere.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Guess not. But don’t think I’m done trying.”

Jun raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You’ve got more tricks up your sleeve?”

You leaned back, stretching your arms as if completely relaxed despite the chaos you’d caused. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Actually, no,” Wonwoo cut in dryly. “I’m good not knowing.”

“Same,” Jun agreed.

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, good luck trying to escape now. With Joshua on high alert, I doubt you’ll have much luck.”

Joshua smirked. “Yeah, just try it. I’m ready this time.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “We’ll see about that.”

As you and Joshua exchanged a challenging look, the others shared glances filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“Looks like we’ve got a new game in the house,” Hoshi said, grinning.

“A very dangerous game,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath.

Deokyeom, always the optimist, clapped his hands together. “Well, as long as no one gets hurt, it should be fun, right?”

Joshua shot him a glare. “No promises.”

“Just keep the ropes to a minimum, Josh,” Jun teased, earning a few chuckles.

Jeonghan stepped in, finally taking charge. “Alright, everyone, back to your posts. And Joshua, maybe... try talking next time before resorting to, uh, restraints?”

Joshua sighed but nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Noted.”

As the group began to disperse, you remained seated, watching them leave with a satisfied smile. You caught Jeonghan’s eye as he turned to follow the others, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about what you were planning next.

You simply winked at him, your expression one of pure mischief. “Don’t worry, Jeonghan. I’m full of surprises.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked out. “I’m counting on it.”

The room finally emptied, leaving you alone with your thoughts—and the thrill of knowing you’d managed to shake things up once again. Joshua might think he’s ready for you, but you had a feeling this was just the beginning of a very entertaining battle of wits.

"Where's the girl?" Seungcheol asked, his voice low but laced with frustration. The tension in the room was palpable, and the added complication you caused didn’t help his mood.

"She's in her room," Hoshi replied cautiously, sensing the dangerous edge in Seungcheol's tone. "She’s been on her best behavior the past few days. Maybe we don’t need to push it any further." His attempt to defuse the situation was clear; he didn’t want to see you hurt.

Seungcheol slumped into his chair, rubbing his temples. “If we let her off too easily, she'll keep testing us,” he muttered. He took a deep breath, trying to contain the storm brewing inside him.

Hoshi didn’t argue further. He knew Seungcheol wasn’t wrong, but could he really stand by and let you get hurt? Especially after last night when you had confided in him about your past—how you'd never met your parents, how your relatives passed you around like a burden no one wanted to carry, eventually sending you off to Korea. You were abandoned, left to fend for yourself, with Heeseung being your only saving grace. Or so you thought.

In reality, Heeseung hadn’t saved you out of kindness. It was his job, nothing more. But you didn’t know that, even though you had your suspicions. Something felt off, but you chose to ignore it. For now.

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Hoshi’s heart ached as he replayed your story in his mind. As much as his job required him to be ruthless, your vulnerability had hit him hard. He knew better than to let emotions cloud his judgment, but your tearful eyes and soft, hesitant smile made it impossible not to feel something. Maybe it was the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you talked, or the way your gaze lingered just long enough to make him question everything.

“I guess I was stupid for not figuring out what Heeseung really does,” you said, with a small chuckle, lightly knocking your knuckles against your head. “He told me he worked for a small company, and I believed him. Silly, right?” You smiled as your eyes met Hoshi’s, but there was something in your look—something deliberate. You weren’t as naive as you appeared.

“I even tried bringing him lunch once. Thought I’d surprise him. Ended up getting scolded instead.” You let out another laugh, but Hoshi could tell it wasn’t genuine. He was trying not to get sucked into your story, but he found it harder to remain distant. Even Wonwoo, who sat silently in the corner, seemed to be affected, his usually cold demeanor softening slightly.

“Thank you for trusting us with that,” Hoshi finally said, patting your shoulder gently. He wasn’t sure what else to say. He wasn’t even sure if you were telling the truth.

For the past three days, you had done nothing but talk—constantly. You couldn’t act out, not with them watching your every move. So, you shared your story, laying your past bare before them. It was all part of your plan. You’d done this countless times before—tugged at the heartstrings of those around you, made them feel sorry for you, manipulated them. You didn’t do it because you wanted their pity. You did it to gain control.

They were criminals, after all. Kidnappers. Murderers. Manipulating them was the least of your worries. You didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, you were starting to enjoy it.

"Okay, enough for tonight," Wonwoo said, standing up from the edge of the bed. "Just... don’t give us any more trouble, alright?" He looked at you with an unreadable expression, but you knew. You had already started to get to him.

Three down, ten to go. You were making progress faster than you’d anticipated.

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After they left your room, Hoshi and Wonwoo found themselves in the kitchen, cracking open cans of beer. The silence between them was heavy, and Hoshi was the first to break it.

“So... what do you think of her story?” he asked, glancing at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo took a long sip of his drink before shrugging. “Could be true. That might explain why her background check came up so empty. But...” He trailed off, not finishing his thought.

“But what?” Hoshi pressed.

Wonwoo sighed. “I don’t think she told us because she trusts us. We kidnapped her, for God’s sake. She’s not stupid. There’s something else going on.”

Hoshi nodded, biting his lip. He’d sensed it too, but he didn’t want to admit it.

"Bring her to me," Seungcheol’s voice cut through the air as he gestured toward you from his office. Hoshi hesitated, knowing where this was going. Before he could move, Wonwoo spoke up.

"I don’t think that’s necessary, sir." His tone was steady, but his words were a gamble.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged. "Oh? And why’s that?"

"It’s our job to handle her. She’s been compliant since the incident, so there’s no need to escalate things right now." Wonwoo stood his ground, his voice calm but firm.

Seungcheol eyed him suspiciously. “Are you two covering for her?”

Hoshi kept silent, while Wonwoo answered, "No, sir. Just trying to manage the situation without causing you more trouble."

After a tense moment, Seungcheol sighed, waving them off. "Fine. But don’t let her step out of line again."

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You watched the whole exchange from just beyond the door. As soon as Seungcheol dismissed them, you allowed a small, satisfied smile to slip onto your face. Another victory.

As you step back from the door, careful not to make a sound, you hear Hoshi and Wonwoo's footsteps getting closer. Heart racing, you quickly scan the area, looking for a way to avoid getting caught. Without thinking twice, you slip behind the nearest pillar, holding your breath. You watch as the two approach, completely unaware that you’ve been eavesdropping.

Just when you think they’re about to walk past, Hoshi suddenly stops and turns toward where you're hiding. "You there?" His voice is calm but firm.

You freeze, your mind scrambling for a quick response. You slowly step out from behind the pillar, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Oh, hey... I didn’t mean to hide," you say, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. "I was just... uh, about to head to the kitchen, but I overheard you talking to Seungcheol and thought it’d be better if I didn’t interrupt." You give him a small, apologetic smile, trying to play it off like you were simply minding your own business.

Hoshi raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but before he can ask more, Wonwoo cuts in, his tone casual. "Makes sense. You’ve been good so far, so no need to worry. But next time, just head where you need to go, alright?"

You nod quickly, thankful for Wonwoo’s intervention, and turn to head back towards the kitchen. But just as you're about to go, Hoshi calls out, "Wait a minute. What were you really doing by the door?"

You pause, cursing inwardly. Of course, he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Turning back, you give him your best sheepish grin. "Okay, fine. I was curious about what Seungcheol was saying... and maybe I thought I could help with whatever’s bothering him. You know, since I’ve been... cooperative lately?" You tilt your head slightly, hoping the honesty angle works.

Hoshi crosses his arms, still studying you with suspicion, but after a moment, he sighs. "Just don’t push your luck. You’re not out of hot water yet."

You let out a relieved breath as the tension eases. "Got it. I’ll behave," you say with a wink, hoping to lighten the mood.

You've learned one thing in this house: "You can't slack off." Even though you’re their hostage, sitting around and doing nothing is never an option. They make sure you work for every meal, every drop of water. It’s a twisted form of survival where even basic necessities are earned through labor.

Every day, there’s some errand to run. Mingyu often demands snacks to be delivered to his office, and you’ve become familiar with the kitchen’s layout. You’re also responsible for your own dishes, and it doesn’t stop there. Laundry is another chore—you’ve lost count of the times you’ve helped fold their clothes—and Woozi’s clinic is your responsibility to tidy up when it gets too cluttered, it doesn't clean itself. They remind you that it’s because they’ve bought you necessities—clothes, toiletries—and now you’re paying your dues.

You despise the role of being their servant, but what choice do you have? You’re a hostage, and your life is hangs on the balance.

Today marks your first trip to the training room. Minghao, Mingyu, Jun, and Wonwoo are already there, working out. It’s almost surreal—seeing them so casual in a gym that looks like something out of a luxury fitness club. The room is packed with every machine, weight, and piece of equipment imaginable.

For a brief second, a wave of familiarity washes over you. You've been here before—well, not here exactly, but in spaces like this. Back in your old life, the gym was your sanctuary. You used to go three times a week, a place where you could control something—your strength, your endurance. Now, that world feels a lifetime away, and everything you once loved is overshadowed by the stark reality that you’re not here for leisure.

As Mingyu yaps on about proper form, lifting techniques, and how much he can bench—80% of which is just him boasting—you tune him out, your gaze shifting toward Minghao. There’s something about his quiet demeanor that intrigues you. The two of you have a shared history now, a secret that neither of you have spoken about since that night. His posture is relaxed, but you can feel his tension whenever your eyes meet.

"Are you even listening?" Mingyu's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He’s holding a dumbbell up, waiting for your response.

You nod quickly, though your attention is elsewhere. "Yeah, totally. You’re like... super buff, Mingyu." You flash him a grin, and he puffs out his chest, satisfied with the praise. You pretend to listen to Mingyu’s ramblings, nodding along and adding the occasional "Uh-huh," but your focus remains on Minghao. He’s trying to act unfazed, but you can tell he’s uncomfortable by your presence. The memory of that heated make-out session lingers between you both, creating an unspoken tension that no amount of gym equipment can dispel.

Finally, you get bored of Mingyu’s self-glorification and decide to excuse yourself. With that familiar, subtle smile that worked the first time, you make your way over to Minghao. He notices you approaching and hesitates, forcing a smile—one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Need a spotter?" you tease lightly, standing next to him.

Minghao chuckles softly, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he looks up at you. "Not really, but thanks."

You lean in just a little closer, lowering your voice. "You sure? It looked like you could use some help the other night..." The subtle reference to your shared moment is enough to send a ripple of tension between you two.

Minghao clears his throat, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "I’m good," he says, trying to sound nonchalant. But the slight flush on his cheeks gives him away.

You decide to push just a little further. "Well, if you ever need a hand... you know where to find me." You wink before walking away, leaving him to deal with the lingering tension as you casually return to your tasks. You can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing you're slowly but surely getting under their skin.

~~~You've reached the end. Wait for Chap 5 ;))

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all-about-kyu · 10 months ago

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Summary: You and Sangyeon have a little one-on-one time after your wedding. Pairing: Sangyeon x fem!reader Tropes: newlyweds au, established relationship au Genre: smut, fluff Rating: R 18+ Warnings: mentions of children, lots of kissing Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, clitoral stimulation, cum play Word Count: 1,260 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye

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Listen to ♡ No Makeup by Exo

“Hey,” Sangyeon giggles, a goofy smile on his lips.

“Hi,” you smile back, making eye contact through the mirror.

Sangyeon steps closer and wraps his arms around you. You’re both still dressed up. Sangyeon has his suit on. He had tossed his jacket over the back of the armchair by your bedroom window. You still have your wedding gown on. Your hair is a little bit messier than when you first had it done this morning. The fun of your reception (mixed with some champagne and wine) led you to let loose and enjoy yourself after all the stress of planning and organizing your wedding was finally over.

“We’re married,” he beams, leaning down to kiss your neck.

You match his smile, moving your head to allow him space to kiss your neck, “We’re married.”

“You wanna shower and head to bed?” He asks, still kissing your skin, “We had a long day.”

You hum, “That’s probably a good idea.”

Sangyeon pulls away to undo the laces up the back of your gown. His hand barely grazes against your skin, but the faint touch still makes a shiver run down your spine. When Sangyeon helps you step out of the dress, he offers you your silk bathrobe. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but your husband is always quite the gentleman. You tie the ribbon around your waist and wander toward the bathroom, passing by Sangyeon, who is carefully hanging your gown in the closet. You’re removing your makeup when your husband enters your en-suite. His white button-up is already open, letting you have a beautiful view of his muscular chest and abdomen.

“Enjoying your view?” He teases, a slight smirk on his lips as he tosses the shirt into your laundry basket.

“Very much so.” you match his energy.

Sangyeon comes up behind you again to help pull bobby pins and flowers from your hair. He does his best not to tug at any strands as he meticulously undoes the hairstyling. You continue to wipe away your makeup until your face is finally bare. Sangyeon cards his fingers through your hair, massaging your sore scalp. You hum contently, letting your eyes fall closed. When you look at him again, you see his eyes practically dripping with affection.

“What?” You ask, a small giggle invading your tone.

Sangyeon kisses your head, “I’m so damn lucky to call you my wife.”

You feel flustered suddenly and look away from him. Your husband kisses your cheek before stripping the rest of his clothes off and turning on the shower. You shake your head and remove your robe before joining him in the warm water. Even as you both shower off the day, Sangyeon still holds you close and continually kisses any place his can on your head, neck, and shoulders. The feeling of his skin against yours under the warm spray of the shower makes a warm, comforting feeling flood through your chest.

You practically collapse into your bed once you’re fully clean and finished your night routine. Sanyeon strides out behind you, his pajama pants low on his hips. Sangyeon crawls into bed next to you and pushes a lock of your damp hair out of your eyes.

“Tired?” He asks in a sweet tone.

“Mmm,” you mumble back, “I’m tired, but I’m more happy to lay down finally.”

You scoot up on your bed and curl up against your husband’s bare chest. He wraps an arm around you and rubs his thumb against your shoulder. It’s comforting, and you could ask for nothing more than this. The both of you stay silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

“Sweetheart,” Sangyeon nearly whispers, “do you think your mom was serious about grandkids already?”

You shrug, “She’s been saying stuff like that since she met you. You know mom just wanted to get you stuck in the family as soon as she could.” You laugh lightly.

You feel Sangyeon shift underneath you, “I think she’s right.”

“Sangyeon?” You question, lifting your head up from his shoulder.

Sangyeon searches your eyes for any apprehension, “I think it could be nice to start at least trying. Even if we aren’t seriously trying yet.”

You don’t respond with words. Instead, you lean up a little and kiss him. It’s a soft kiss, but the intentions behind it are anything but hidden. Sangyeon sighs happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist instantly. That familiar, comforting heat spreads through your body as you hear Sangyeon let out a low growl. He rolls you both over so you’re caged under him.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you full, sweetheart?” He whispers against your lips.

You nod, “Want it. Want it so bad.”

Sangyeon tugs his pants down and pushes your robe open, leaving you both mostly bare again. You whimper as he grinds against you. His lips only leave yours for a brief moment to take your hand in his and kiss your wedding rings before lacing your fingers together. The small gesture fills your stomach with butterflies. You feel him grind harder as he finally gets fully hard. Sangyeon whispers a small check to ensure you truly want to continue. The moment he pushes into you, you swear you ascend.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” He groans, thrusting into you smoothly.

“Sangyeon,” you moan, “want you to cum inside me so bad. Wanna be bred by you. Please!”

A switch flips inside him, and he starts fucking you at an animalistic pace. He’s still careful with you, but this sudden change of pace has you seeing stars. With each thrust, he growls or moans something about fucking you full of his cum. Each comment makes you whimper and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. His hand that was laced with yours releases you and wanders down your chest until it finds its way between your bodies. He starts to rub small soft circles against your clit. When you clench around him, he lets out a low growl.

“Your pretty pussy is gonna look so good with my cum leaking out of it.” He muses, “Maybe I should keep you stuffed with my cum all the time.”

“Babe, fuck!” You moan in response.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your clavicle, “We have a week and a half off for our honeymoon. I know we were going to have fun and explore the island when we arrived, but maybe I should keep you locked up in our bungalow and fuck you full all day, every day. Doesn’t that sound like a dream, sweetheart?”

You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair as your orgasm washes over you. Sangyeon’s follows close behind. He fucks his cum into you as your walls flutter around him. The feeling of his cum inside you is one that you never want to forget. If you say it out loud, he would probably never let you leave bed again. As he pulls out, he watches how a small bit of his cum drips out immediately. He swipes his cum up with his thumb and starts to play with your clit again, using it as a lubricant. You whimper and squirm against his ministrations. Just as you feel heat start to swirl in your belly, he pushes his fingers into you.

“We can’t let my cum go to waste, can we?”

You shake your head in response.

“Let’s keep this pretty pussy plugged up until I can fuck you full of more cum then.”

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#sangyeon smut #deoboyznet #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #joongfryefff24 #the boyz fanfic #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #sangyeon fanfic #sangyeon x reader

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sassyjoy · 1 year ago

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private party

genre: smut

pairing: joy x chanyeol (exo)

word count: 1.3k

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"quiet, baby. your boyfriend will hear you." chanyeol whispers to joy's ear before continuing to kiss her neck. his hands traveled down to her curves and down to her butt. joy can't seem to be still; lust is evident in her eyes. she just wants to get laid right now.

it was joy's birthday. crush, her boyfriend, threw a party for his girlfriend to celebrate the special day with close friends. who would've thought joy would see chanyeol here, her ex-boyfriend, and to be fair, crush didn't even know that joy has a past with one of his closest friends in the industry.

joy and chanyeol's split up was a mutual decision. they thought it would be best to just break up since they rarely meet each other due to their busy schedules. weeks after that separation, they met again in an event held by their company and that's when they've decided to occasionally meet up for sex. even though joy has a new boyfriend, she can't stop meeting her ex. chanyeol, on the other side, can't also let her go because sex with his ex-girlfriend was too good to let go.

chanyeol lifted joy up to the sink and reached for the hem of her pink silk dress, and yanked it up to her waist. to his surprise, she's wearing the underwear he bought overseas for their concert. red definitely looks good on her, he thought. but he pulled it down to her ankles since she looks better without any undergarment on. joy spread her legs wide for chanyeol to have an access on her shaved pussy.

"chanyeol..." joy lurched when she felt the man's hot breath in her cunt. chanyeol wrapped his arms around her thighs before burying his mouth to her pussy. he maintained eye contact with joy as he swiped his tongue on her core. joy has been thinking how good it would feel to have chanyeol's head between her legs since she saw chanyeol this evening. she noticed that he changed his hair color back to black, and for her, he looks the best in this color even though her boyfriend has the same dark hair. her lust for him grew even more when she remembered how hot her ex-boyfriend was in their new music video for their comeback.

crush would definitely be mad if he sees this view of his friend kneeling to eat his girlfriend out in the restroom. joy pushed chanyeol's head closer to her pussy. his nose being in contact with her sensitive core makes her go crazy. she can't get enough of this sensation.

joy's moans are getting louder so chanyeol get up to kiss her. their lips moved in sync, lusting over each other. chanyeol wanted to leave a mark on her so bad, but he chose not to. he was eager to fuck joy and it is apparent in his actions towards her. he inserted his huge hands inside her dress to squeeze her well-rounded breasts, causing her to open her mouth. chanyeol took this chance to suck her tongue.

chanyeol pulled out of the kiss to unzip his pants. he was about to put a condom on when joy stopped him.

"i want you raw. just like the last time. please." joy begged. she loves it raw with chanyeol. joy wanted to feel every inch of his ex-boyfriend's dick inside her. she wanted him to not be careful with her since crush uses a condom whenever they're having sex.

chanyeol helped joy to go down from the sink. he made her turn her back at him, making joy see their reflection in the mirror. he slowly inserted his hard cock in her hole, causing her to gasp. this is the thing he misses the most when they're away from each other. the way she clenches around his cock. her image of being fucked from behind. the way she's playing with her own nipples as he continues to fill her. chanyeol loves every bit of it.

it's a good thing that there's a loud music playing outside since the sounds of moaning and skin slapping won't be heard. joy was leaning her back on chanyeol's broad chest as he shoves his cock into her. chanyeol ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. he continues to thrust with force inside her ass, showing no signs of wearying.

"you're so fucking tight." chanyeol rumbled. he pulled joy's dress down from the neckline to free her bouncing breasts. his warm hands caught her soft breasts and gave them a tight squeeze. moans passing joy's mouth didn't stop.

"you like my dick that much, huh?" chanyeol smirked as he saw joy's reflection in the mirror getting fucked behind. her dress was all wrinkled. her hair was all over her face and is far from being straight. her sweat dripping from her forehead. she looked like a mess, but chanyeol didn't really care. she still looks lovely to him.

"fuck... please fuck me harder." joy said breathlessly when chanyeol nibbled her earlobe.

since it's her birthday, chanyeol obliged her request. his hands traveled down to her waist to be in control and began thrusting his pelvis even harder. joy bit her lower lip, but that didn't stop her from drooling. chanyeol stared at joy's face down to her chest with his eyes full of sexual desire. chanyeol was about to kiss joy when someone knocked on the door.

"chanyeol? i saw you entered here earlier! are you still there?"

it was crush. joy was so surprised that she covered her mouth, afraid that her boyfriend outside the door will hear her whine. she squeezed chanyeol's hand on her waist, signaling him to stop, but he just continued to fuck her ass as if no one's outside.

"y-yeah?" chanyeol answered.

"are you okay there?" crush asked, but instead of answering him, chanyeol pound joy's ass in a rush, causing joy to grip the sink, and biting her lip harder so she won't make a noise. but chanyeol didn't even tried to hide it. he didn't even have the slightest ounce of concern knowing that joy's boyfriend is just outside. he didn't care if crush would hear the slapping sounds of skins inside the restroom.

"call of nature!" chanyeol said so that crush would just leave them. he finds it funny that he's fucking his friend's girlfriend. what's worse is that they're in crush's house.

"okay, just come out quickly! we're slicing the cake once joy comes back!" joy's eyes widened upon hearing her name. the two then heard a knock again from crush, indicating he's leaving. once the boyfriend left the area, joy moaned as she can't suppress the sensation any longer.

"fuck, i'm cumming!" joy moans, making chanyeol grasp firmly on her hips to control his pace. every thrust hits her spot that makes her go crazy. he felt her clench around his cock and with few more pumps she exploded. but chanyeol didn't stop there.

"you take me so well." chanyeol slaps her butt causing her to whine. he yanked her hair downwards as he slams his dick deep inside her. he kisses her cheek before pulling out his cock, then hot spurts of cum were released. joy was feeling weak, so chanyeol helped her clean the cum dripping from her pussy.

"what the fuck are you doing?" joy asked when she saw the male kneeling before her.

"cleaning your mess." he answered before licking the white sticky substance in her inner thighs. he maintained eye contact with her, like he always does, but joy shut her eyes tightly. chanyeol followed the trail of her cum on her legs with his tongue. joy was gripping her dress as if her life's depended upon it.

joy released a sigh upon the lost of contact with chanyeol's mouth on her legs, making the latter chuckle.

"why? do you want more?" chanyeol teases her as he wiped the corner of his lips. joy just rolled her eyes at him and he just laughed at her reaction. when the two were done fixing their clothes and erasing their sex traces, chanyeol left the restroom first. he said he'll try to divert the guests' attention so that joy can leave the area, earning no suspicions from people.

#girl group x male reader #joy smut #kpop smut #park sooyoung smut #red velvet joy smut #joy x male reader #girl group smut #red velvet smut #irene smut #seulgi smut #wendy smut #yeri smut #kim yerim smut #son seungwan smut #bae joohyun smut #kang seulgi smut #girl group scenarios #kpop fic #kpop smut fic

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lilxmoo · 11 days ago

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headcanons but they're all kinda emotional :3

Tyler is like Auri's older brother. He loves showing her maps and the history of the universe that happened while she was frozen, and she loves telling him real stories of Terra from her time. They both enjoy drama shows that the others don't, and sending each other books to read. He's very protective of her in a very brotherly way, and she always thanks him by giving him new shoes or something. (They're both shoe people)

In a similar way, Scarlett is Auri's sister. Absently playing with each others hair, sending each other their fits for the day, ranking each others celebrity crushes. They go to concerts together, and hold each other's hands when they go to the movies and both of them start crying. They're literal besties and sisterhood incarnate

Kal told Fin about certain people back at the legion who were always pretty awful to him. All of those people mysteriously had their social media accounts deleted, and were signed up to many scam caller lists. Tyler mentioned how annoyed those people all were about it in conversation one day, and Kal has never seen Fin look so smug.

Saedii never apologized to Kal, not in words. But for his twentieth birthday, a siif was at his door, one identical to the one he had as a kid. He never mentioned it, and neither did she. But they both knew.

Finian was the one to organize a funeral for Cat, without being asked. There was no body, but Scarlett and Tyler almost broke his exo with how hard they hugged him when they found out.

Every single birthday, Fin gets given a ballpoint pen. It pisses him off, and everyone always finds it hilarious except for him, who now has an ever-growing pile of pointless pens on his desk that he doesn't know where to put.

Kal and Auri shower together sometimes. Not in a sexual way, they're just very affectionate, and there's something very emotionally intimate about washing each other that way. Similarly, Auri loves putting Kal's hair in whatever style she wants. Some of them are good, some are ridiculous, but they both think it's adorable

Tyler has a little green dragon sticker on his uniglass

The first time Scarlett massaged Finians muscles, when he didn't have his exo on, he cried. He didn't tell her he was crying (she knew), and desperately tried not to show it, but it was the most loved he had felt for a long time (my boy 😞).

Scarlett dyed her hair purple once, and HATED IT. She thought it would be fine, because she likes plum red hair on her, but she was very annoyed for a month and a bit. Fin thought she looked beautiful though. He said it matched his uniform :')

Kal and Tyler get quite a few silent judgements about their friendship, given their individual fathers. If anything, it makes their bond stronger.

Saedii once gave a very, very stiff and very begrudging apology to Finian for calling him a cripple behind his back when they had first met. Fin didn't care, because it's Saedii Gilwraeth, and was actually just surprised she hadn't said much worse. He actually found the irony of the whole thing quite funny.

Scarlett will forever be mad that Fin can only take his contacts off in the dark, because she finds his natural eyes very beautiful, and she can't take a good enough picture of them in the dark. Finian finds this very cute, Scarlett is genuinely very annoyed about it.

#aurora rising #aurora's end #the aurora cycle #aurora cycle #auroras end #aurora burning

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marshmallow-phd · 9 months ago

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

The wind whistled against the windows like a hallowing scream. You tossed and turned, desperate to fall asleep. The first few nights had been somewhat peaceful, due to the fever having a complete hold over you. To fight it off, your body had kept you in a deep sleep, only broken by bouts of blurry consciousness.

But now… every noise made your eyelids snap open and your heart jump in pace. This unfamiliar place was full of shadows and secrets. Secrets that revolved around the men keeping you here.

Releasing a long sigh, you stared up at the canopy, the newly formed indentions in the knife floating in your mind. They weren’t there before, you were sure of that. You had used that knife to cut the chicken and it was in perfect condition. No human could bend the metal like that.

And then there was the speed at which Yixing caught your wrist.

You sat up with haste. Sleep was not going to come to you tonight. You groaned and rubbed your face with your fingers. The room slowly came into view as your eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. You had opened the curtain before slipping into bed so you could watch the moon rise into the sky. Looking around the room, you searched for an answer on how to get yourself to sleep. There wasn’t much in this grand room. Simply a bed, a wardrobe, a dresser, the chair–

Wait.

Pushing the blanket off of your legs, you crawled across the mattress towards the chair. The shape didn’t seem right. Six legs instead of four. An extra shape in the outline.

“You should go to sleep.”

A high pitched scream ripped at your throat until a cold hand covered your mouth, cutting off the sound. Now fully bathed in the blue moonlight, you could make out the sharp features of Yixing’s face.

You shoved his arm away to free your lips. “What do you think you are doing in my room?” No gentleman would dare enter a lady’s room like this. Unless– gumption gone, you swallowed thickly. Was the reason you were trapped here finally coming to fruition?

The corner of Yixing’s mouth twitched upwards. He slinked forward like a cat cornering a mouse until his arms trapped you against the mattress, a hand on either side of your hip. Only your elbows kept you from being flat on your back, even more vulnerable.

“You’re a noisy sleeper,” he purred, his eyes flashing. “It's… distracting.”

You scoffed. None of their rooms were near yours. You were sure that all the ones around you were empty. He shouldn’t have been able to hear your tossing and turning. “Distracting?”

He hummed. His right hand lifted from the bed and reached out towards your face. You flinched at the motion, making him freeze.

But only for a moment.

The hovering fingers soon resumed their path. He didn’t make contact with your cheek, however. Instead, his fingers traced the outline of your collarbone. Down one slope and up the other. You trembled at the contact. His smirked only deepend. His fingers moved on to your shoulder, the too loose neckline of the nightgown nearly falling off.

You should slap him away, scream at him to leave, but you were too petrified to do so.

At least, you thought that was what stopped you. The coldness of his fingers moved up the curve of your neck, the tips pausing on the pulsing vein. His thumb caressed the edge of your jaw.

“Go to sleep.”

And like that, he disappeared into the night like smoke from a dying ember.

You didn’t hear or see the door open or close, but you knew you were alone now.

And you were furious.

How dare he come here! How dare he–

Your feet hit the floor, heavy and without a care of being heard. Sleep, in protest of that madman’s orders, would now be impossible. Anger and frustration at your situation fueled something new within you.

You weren’t sure what it was or what it would lead to, but you followed it without question. Donning soft slippers and a thicker slip dress, you found a candle in the top drawer, along with a few matches and a holder. You lit the candle and left your room.

Out. You needed to find a way out. Perhaps if you could get ahold of a piece of paper and a pen then you could write–

But how would you get it to someone who could take it to your family?

This place–somewhere in its halls or dusty room–had to hold the key. Something here had to be your savior, something to make this hope not without merit.

You pinched the candleholder tightly in your hand. The tiny flame danced before your eyes, occasionally catching your attention away from where you were going. All of your senses were heightened, on the lookout for the next corner’s surprise. If one of them was awake at this hour, then more could be as well. Running into one of them could be detrimental–or a possibility for answers. Perhaps if you could get one of the others, one of the less… frightful ones, you might be able to plead for help. One surely would take pity on you.

Or they would simply take advantage of the isolation.

Though that fear lingered in the back of your mind, you kept on your quiet steps.

There wasn’t much you could see with the light of the candle. The floors, like your room, were of wood boards somewhat taken care of. Portraits and landscapes hung on the walls, but their colors had faded, no longer holding the joy of life they once had captured.

Taking a left at a fork in the hall, you came to a large door that didn’t open like the others. It slid sideways on wheels like a ladder against tall bookshelves. As carefully as you could, you pushed the door open and glanced inside.

The room was just a simple parlor, with an unlit fireplace and several stuffed chairs accompanied by small side tables. Most likely an unused smoke room for the gentlemen to disappear to after dinner.

Across the room was another door, though this one seemed to be the normal kind that swung on hinges. On the other side was probably another hallway. A connecting room like this could be useful as a quick getaway, should the need arise. You mentally noted its existence and stepped inside, slowly sliding the door closed behind you. With a deep breath, you started for the other door.

“I don’t recall you being given free reign of the manor.”

You nearly dropped the candle from the unexpected voice. Careless! You should have inspected the room closer and then you would have seen Sehun clearly leaning back in one of the chairs, fully facing you. His expression was a friendly one, but rather one of deep irritation. It would seem you interrupted… something. Or maybe your mere existence was enough to annoy him.

“I wasn’t explicitly told to stay in my room,” you argued, though not in a particularly strong voice. “Is there something wrong with me walking about?”

Sehun stood from the chair with inhuman grace. You had never seen someone move so smoothly, without fault or twitch. He had complete control of his lithe limbs and tall stature. Gangly would never apply to him. His steps were noiseless as he sauntered closer, stopping a foot or two away.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snarled. “It’s stupid to roam where you shouldn’t be.”

“Stupid?” It was one thing for you to scold yourself in your private thoughts, but you would not be insulted this way. “If I am so unwelcomed in this room then you can simply ask for me to leave.” You raised an eyebrow in challenge, hoping that would cover the pounding of your fearful heart.

He didn’t appear to notice. His jaw shifted left to right, but no words left his lips.

“Well, then.” You took your eyes away from him and started for the other door, holding on to that tiny bit of triumph.

An arm as strong as an iron bar flashed before you, blocking your way and refusing to move. Sehun’s palm was spread along the faded green pain of the wall. You shoved and pushed at the barrier, but nothing even made him flinch. He encroached, leaving behind any sense of personal space, much like Yixing just an hour before. He loomed over you, his upper lip curling into a mixture of a snarl and smirk.

“That bravery is a mistake,” he hissed. You pressed your back against the wall and brought the candle close to you as if that tiny flame was enough to keep him at bay.

Which was exactly the reaction he wanted. A sly, wicked smirk fully took over.

Pursing his lips, he blew once, snuffing out the flame. For a few seconds, you were absolutely blind in the sudden darkness. Sehun was invisible to you, despite his closeness. However, you could feel his breath against your chin. It was cold, like a winter’s breeze. It should have been warm. Human breathes were warm.

That chilling breath grew closer. It traveled from your nose to your cheek and then to your hair, ruffling the strands against your ear. Something nudged against your temple. He took a long, deep breath. His nose. Was he… smelling you?

Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, absorbing any bits of moonlight that broke through the heavy curtains hanging from the short windows above your head. All you could see of Sehun was the slope of his shoulder and the outline of his hair.

His head snapped up, making you squeak. But he didn’t acknowledge the jump, his eyes turned towards the hallway you had entered from. A low hiss vibrated in his chest. You could nearly feel it in your own. He glanced at you once, his eyes shining unnaturally in the dark. Then, he ran from the room at a speed no man should possess.

You ran back to your room, the candle still gripped tightly by your side. Panic gripped you so completely that you passed the door to your sanctuary the first time. Once inside, you desperately searched for a way to lock the door. There was none. Alright. Fine. You would barricade the door then.

Huffing shallow breaths, you pulled and pushed the armchair so it acted like a weight against the door. It might not be heavy enough to keep it shut forever, but at least entering would be a struggle. You had tried the more fortifying dresser first, but it had refused to shift even a centimeter. The chair was the best you could do.

Ripping the blanket off of the bed, you draped the heavy fabric over your shoulders and sat down on the floor under the window. Your gaze stayed trained on the door, ears straining for the slightest sound to alert you for whoever came for you next. Sehun's cold breath still lingered against your skin. You rubbed at your cheek to try and make it go away. So close. He'd been so close.

And Yixing. That was why you couldn't be on the bed. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. Or even the night after that. It was tainted. You shivered at the memory of his closeness and pulled the blanket in closer. That one long cloth was now your shield, your protection. The object that kept you safe. In your mind, at least. In truth, it would be ripped away from you as easily as water slipping through your fingers. But the thought was enough.

You tucked your chin in between the folds and kept watching the door. Soon, the night would get lighter. Already, the darkness didn't seem as strong.

How long until one of them came? Until someone tried to push their way inside? You hoped it would be a long time. Even hoped that they would forget about you and you could find a way to make it out, survive the forest, and see your family again. The odds weren't in your favor, but that hope was a life line.

As the moonlight shifted, your eyes grew heavy. It was a battle to keep them open. Each time they fluttered closed, you lost ground. Sleep that had eluded you so easily before now came back to reclaim its time. The door blurred before you and then sleep claimed its victory.

Tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes blinked open. It was still night. Or, perhaps, it was night again. This darkness felt new. The beginning of a fresh night.

Tap, tap.

You looked up at the window above your head.

Tap, tap, tap.

Little black dots hit the window before disappearing out of view. You frowned and pushed up off the floor, the protective blanket falling to the floor. Still emerging from sleep, your eyes took a moment to bring the scene into focus. At first, you merely saw a blur amongst the grass.

Then, it took shape.

You groaned. Jongdae was waving at you to come down.

You shook your head furiously. Safety was in here. And... though he didn’t feel quite as dangerous as the others, he still made you weary. The memories of Sehun and Yixing were still burnt freshly into your mind.

At your refusal, he visibly sighed. In his other hand hung a small cloth bag. He pulled a small bun from the bag and held it up to you. Your stomach grumbled and gurgled in response. It looked… nice. You could almost smell the bread's delectable scent. Were you really going to give in to food?

You needed an ally, you told yourself. He was different from the others. How much you weren't sure, but perhaps you could use that. If you could make him sympathetic to you–

Mind made up, you turned from the wind and changed into more appropriate clothing. This time, you heeded Jongdae's advice and kept your hair down to cover your neck. It felt highly improper, like a hundred governesses would appear from nowhere to scold you for being so scandalous. But you shoved the invisible tsking women away and moved the chair just enough to exit into the hallway.

It took some time to find your way outside. Jongdae now waited for you with his back against a lone tree that looked to be one more winter away from death.

"I'll note that food is a way to entice you out."

You glared at him. "Did you have a reason for standing under my window instead of knocking on the door like a normal person?"

"Junmyeon had tried to bring you breakfast around sunrise," he said as he inspected the perfectly browned bun still in his hand. "He couldn't get in, though."

"I blocked the door," you explained casually.

Jongdae raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by some measure. “Quick learner."

"After some… events last night, precaution was necessary."

"Yixing has restraint." He pushed off the tree and held the bun out to you. "You were lucky that Sehun was called off of you, though. His self-control is... lacking."

You gaped at him, heat rising fiercely in your cheeks. "How did you–”

“Know?" he smirked. "Secrets don't exist here. Best you learn that quickly."

You narrowed your gaze at him. "No secrets?"

Seeing right through you, he laughed, leaning forward and close to your face. "From us. Not for you."

The pure arrogance in that reply. "That hardly seems fair."

"That's life,” He shrugged. Looking around for nothing in particular, he said, “Let's take a walk."

The roll broke easily against your teeth. You chewed on the bite, resisting the urge to moan at its delicious flavor. The inside was still soft and fresh. Finally swallowing, you refused him a single step. "Why?"

"You've been sleeping on a hard floor all day,” he said pointedly. You didn’t want to think about how he possibly knew that. "You need to move." For an extra enticement, he held up the linen bag. More where that came from, he said without speaking.

The bun in your hand, though all of its warmth was gone, was like heaven in your stomach. But it certainly wouldn't be enough. "Fine."

You followed him alongside the house, not bothering to speak so you could continue eating. The last of the orange glow of day disappeared into the horizon far ahead of you. Yes, you had really slept for all those sunlit hours. Once again, night, it would seem, was to be your day. Chewing on the last bit of bun, you held your hand for the next morsel.

"We’re greedy this evening," Jongdae chuckled.

"Did you think I came for your company?" You couldn’t help but give a spiteful response.

Not offended in the slightest, he threw you a rather despicable smile. "Better my company then one of the others."

Though you agreed, you refused to do so aloud. "Are you that different from them?"

He didn't answer. Staring ahead, he reached into the bag and pulled out another bun, holding it out for you.

"Is this to keep me from asking more questions?"

You managed to make him chuckle. "No. Just to keep you occupied while I answer the last one."

Too curious, you accepted the bun and took a bite. Jongdae sighed and clasped his hands behind his back, the now nearly empty bag dangling from his fingertips. "We're all different from each other. I'm not more different from them. Though I am better than the others at controlling myself."

Your steps faltered. "Controlling yourself?"

He nodded. As you passed under another tree, he reached out and swing up into the branches without exerting effort, sitting on a branch well out of your own reach.

"What are you? All of you,” you asked in a breathy gasp. All they were capable of doing was adding up, but logic told you repeatedly it was impossible. You wanted to try and rationalize it, even try to convince yourself that you were still sick with fever. But this was all too real to be a mere hallucination. What it all meant, however, you couldn’t understand.

Hands grasped around two of the branches, he leaned forward and closed the gap between you. "You seem moderately intelligent. I'm sure you can discover the answer on your own."

"As flattering as that is," you huffed through clenched teeth, "if the answer means danger then you should be the man to tell me."

"If?" Jongdae laughed, as if he had read your mind. He jumped from the tree, flattening the bits of hair that had fallen out of place with his fingers. Despite playing in the tree like a child, he looked ever so the gentleman.

"’If' is a fantasy.” He glanced behind you. Scared, you followed his gaze, but there was no one there. When you turned back around, you gasped. His nose was mere centimeters from yours. "It does mean danger. You need to keep your eyes and ears open. Happy or not, you are here for a long while and no one is coming for you.''

You swallowed back tears as his words planted firmly in your heart. Now, you truly accepted it. No running, no escape. You were at their mercy. Whatever they were. And though Jongdae gave the impression that he was on your side, his help was firmly limited. Food and company, that was all he was good for.

Walking once again, you solemnly finished the last bit of bun as Jongdae kept pace. When the second helping of bread ran out, you chewed on your next few words. If you were here for the foreseeable future, you might as well know this land’s history.

"Who’s house is this?"

"Hm?" Jongdae had been lost in thoughts of his own, it appeared. He blinked himself back to the present conversation. "Oh. The manor is Kyungsoo's."

"Kyungsoo's?" you repeated. Odd. The answer you had been expecting was the obvious: Junmyeon. He seemed to be the one everyone looked to for answers or leadership. His word was law, yet this land did not fall to him. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, felt too... isolated, cut away to be the rightful owner of this grand place. The few lords you had met before all possessed the same self-awareness and high opinion of themselves. Kyungsoo didn’t give the appearance that he cared about either.

"Yes,” Jongdae nodded, his previous teasing gone now. “He inherited it from his father. The family used to own as much land as the eye could see. But his father was a gambler. Terrible at cards, wonderful at losing. They had to sell the land to keep the debtors at bay. Now, all that is left is this manor and a bit of the surrounding land, but no tenants. The glory of the family is now reduced to this.”

You listened to the story with careful respect. It was one sadly more common among the nobility then they wished to admit. Land was constantly switching family names, sometimes it was difficult to keep track. A small fear you had was accidentally reminding a high nobility of their careless ancestor. "What's his family name?"

"Jongdae! Here's where you disappeared off to."

Your stroll in the moonlight stuttered to a halt.

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darl-ingfics · 1 month ago

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"I Guess They Call It Falling"

Fandom: EXO

Sickie/Whumpee: Suho (cold), Kai (heartbreak)

Caregiver(s): Kai, Suho

Word Count: 991

Notes: So, back during Sicktember I had a fic based off a song by my favorite Western artist, Kel/sea Ball/erini. I listen to her music so often that I get a lot ideas while listening, and I've decided to create a 'vault' of fics based on her catalogue. Additions to it won't be terribly consistent, and connections with the songs will always be as such that you don't need to know Kel/sea to get the fic. But I mean, she's great, so why not give her a listen? This one's based on one of my FAVORITE songs by her. Hope you enjoy!

Eyes barely open, sinus headache pounding against his skull, Junmyeon didn’t see that the sink light was on as he flipped on the switch for the kitchen’s overhead lights, desperate for a cup of tea to soothe something in him. To be fair, the sink light usually wasn’t on at 2am, unless someone had plans to get home late, which no one did since it was a Tuesday. But the sink light was on, and because he hadn’t noticed it, Junmyeon nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of Jongin sitting on the floor against the fridge.

“Oh shit!” the older man exclaimed, clutching his chest to slow his heart rate. The yelling irritated his throat, prompting a flurry of coughing. Once he had his breath back, Junmyeon turned back to the boy on the floor. Jongin had his knees pulled to his chest, the look of surprise from the light turning on still etched on his face. “Nini, what are you doing in here?!”

Jongin’s eyes filled with tears. “We broke up.” His lips wobbled, and it was then that Junmyeon noticed the stain of tear tracks on the younger man’s cheeks and the puffiness around his eyes. He’d likely been sitting on this floor crying for at least an hour. As Jongin covered his face with his hands, chest heaving with a sob, Junmyeon slid to his knees and enveloped him in a hug, resting his head atop his dongsaeng’s.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Junmyeon soothed, rubbing Jongin’s arm affectionately as the younger man buried his face into his leader’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all Dispatch’s fault!” Jongin cried, the noise muffled into Junmyeon’s sweatshirt. His fingers made contact with the material as well, balling tight fists in fabric. “We weren’t ready for that kind of pressure!”

“I know, baby,” Junmyeon sighed, rubbing Jongin’s back soothingly. “You wanna talk about it?” Jongin nodded. Junmyeon pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes, keeping one hand on the dancer’s shoulder. “Who did it?”

“She brought it up, but I’m the one who said it,” Jongin sniffled. He hiccuped. “But I didn’t want to!”

“Then why did you?” Junmyeon prompted, rubbing his dongsaeng’s shoulder affectionately.

“Because it just felt… I don’t know.” The younger man sighed, scrubbing at his eyes before staring off into the ceiling. “Things were going so well when it was a secret, but suddenly everyone knew and… it just felt different.” He scrubbed at his nose, sniffling sharply. Junmyeon gave his shoulder one more squeeze before he stood up to grab the box of tissues from the counter, dropping them onto the floor between their feet.

“That’s completely valid, love,” Junmyeon said as he sat back down on the floor, knees propped up in front of him. “And it’s so unfair that they put so much pressure on you. I’m so sorry.”

Jongin shrugged. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have done anything.”

It was Junmyeon’s turn to shrug. “Still, I hate seeing you sad.” At that moment, his breath hitched and he abruptly turned to the side. “Heh’itsch! Ee-itchu! Itchuuu!” He groaned, rubbing at his forehead as his sinuses began pounding anew.

Jongin nudged the tissues closer to Junmyeon with his foot. “Why are you up, hyung? Don’t those cold meds usually knock you out?”

“Usually. But I took the last ones at, I don’t know, 6pm? Then I passed out, and woke up maybe an hour ago feeling…�� He gestured vaguely to his face, searching for the best word to describe his current suffering. “Clogged. I took more meds, but couldn’t fall back asleep, so I came to make a cup of tea to speed up the process.”

Jongin vaulted to his feet. “I can make us both some.”

“That would be great.” Junmyeon smiled, his eyes following Jongin as he moved about the kitchen. “When did the break up happen?”

“Earlier this evening.” Jongin kept his hands moving as he talked. “We started talking about the… tension or whatever it was maybe three days ago? But this was the first day we could see each other. So we met up and… just decided to end it.” Even though only a quarter of Jongin’s face was visible to him, Junmyeon noticed the way that he bit his lip, the tightness of his back.

“So it was relatively mutual?”

Jongin shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean…” He sighed, hanging his head. “Hyung, we really didn’t want to.” A tear ran down his cheek.

“Nini…”

The kettle screamed. Jongin snapped to attention, shaking his head to clear it as he moved the kettle from the stove and poured the water into two mugs he’d prepared earlier. Once the tea bag were steeping, he turned around, leaning against the counter. He nodded twice before meeting Junmyeon’s eyes.

The leader smiled sympathetically. “If it means anything, you’re definitely the one member I could ever let anywhere close to dating my sister, if I had one.”

Jongin nodded. “I appreciate it. I know I’m an excellent lover.”

Junmyeon laughed, coughing from the suddenness of it. “Glad that hasn’t changed.”

Jongin snorted, shaking his head. “That’s my only consolation right now. This break up had nothing to do with either of us. I didn’t hurt her, she didn’t hurt me. We get to walk away on good terms.”

“And that’s a really special thing.”

“I know. It just sucks.” Jongin sniffled again, wiping the remnants of his tears from his eyes. He turned back to the mugs, expertly removing the tea bags and adding honey to both. He turned around, a mug in each hand. “Can I sleep with you?”

Junmyeon chuckled softly as he pushed himself up to his feet. “I mean, you can, but then you’ll definitely get sick.”

“That’s okay.” Jongin shrugged, nudging the leader’s shoulder affectionately. His smile was bittersweet. “Not like I have to worry about kissing anyone for a while.”

#exo sickfic #exo sick #kpop sickfic #kpop sick #sickie suho #whumpee kai #caretaker kai #caretaker suho #darlingfics

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years ago

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Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 3727

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader

Genre AU: Male Stripper AU

Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.

other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)

Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!

A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.

Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.

If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight.

He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.

The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight.

You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses.

"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask.

"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."

You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."

His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"

"Where is Taemin?"

"In the parking lot with Jimin."

"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.

You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini.

You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement.

You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest.

"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.

Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon.

"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you.

The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least.

"Get out of the car. You're late for work!"

Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing.

"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.

"Fuck, no," you spit.

You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car.

"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies.

"Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."

"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains.

"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."

"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes.

"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."

"No, c'mon this night is important."

"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."

You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.

Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.

But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner.

"Y/n, please. C'mon."

"I said what I said."

You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.

You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number.

"Hello?"

"Jongin."

You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.

But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house.

"Yes?"

"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"

"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"

"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you.

"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."

You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside.

You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks.

"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."

"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."

"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."

"Me either."

"But, Jongin is performing tonight."

“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”

"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."

"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."

"I don't care honestly."

"Tonight, is about to be interesting."

"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"

"No, I'm done for tonight."

"Okay."

Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego.

Kai.

Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him.

The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination.

It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on.

"You look.. stunning, Jongin."

"It's Kai for tonight."

"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."

"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."

"You still dance?"

"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."

You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."

You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business.

"That outfit looks perfect on you."

"I know."

You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out.

The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."

After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up.

Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him.

One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him.

Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate.

You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite.

Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement.

You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.

Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.

He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays.

A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder.

Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it.

After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money.

You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"

You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity.

"Your set was amazing."

"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."

"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."

"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."

"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."

"I'm sure. You should let me come back."

"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."

"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"

"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."

"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you.

"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."

"The crowd eats it up every single time."

"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity.

"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."

"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"

Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck.

"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."

"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."

"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."

"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."

"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."

"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply.

You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other.

"I miss you."

The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe.

You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.

This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened.

Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat.

"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."

"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."

"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."

"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."

Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.

You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business.

***

Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return.

But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back.

Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.

He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower.

Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you.

His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate.

What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?

Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.

Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him.

Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys.

"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him.

"Come in and fuck me."

***

You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.

You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight.

"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you.

"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out.

"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."

"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans.

The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care.

You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.

"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.

"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."

Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it.

"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him.

"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.

This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release.

"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him.

"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers.

Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked.

"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."

"I know.. I'm only like this with you."

You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"

"You need to work for that nut, sir."

You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.

You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge.

"Eat me until I come, Nini."

Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch.

One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.

His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you.

You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.

Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you.

He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."

Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.

You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.

Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body.

"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you.

Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.

No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come.

You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head.

"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines.

Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him.

"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"

"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."

"Exactly."

You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on.

You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly.

Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth.

You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap.

"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him.

"Maybe," he giggles.

You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.

Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club.

"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."

"Cause you make me this way."

You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him.

"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you.

You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick.

Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again.

"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth.

"I love you, too, Daddy."

The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed.

You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins.

Ten: Where are you? Y/n

Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n.

You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon.

You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights.

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Two Lights

A short story I wrote over the course of a day set in a universe that I've been working on off and on since I was in high school. It's set on the cargo ship Stardust, and features two Transfems.

content warning: Dysphoria, minor implied transphobia, cigarette smoking, marijuana smoking.

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Kyrie stretched as she leaned back from her console, flexing her dexterous fingers against the back of her head, eyes closed as she faced the ceiling of the engineering deck. It was tedious work, making sure that the Ripper Drive was maintaining optimal thrust, that the guideline on their path through Leyspace hadn’t been severed, basic things that she’d been doing since before her transition. Kyrie’s tail swished agitatedly behind her as she rose to her feet, paws clad in heavy work boots to protect them in the deep bowels of the engine room. She scratched under her chin, where the barest traces of mane stubbornly, frustratingly held on to life; dark red lines in her otherwise golden fur. Kyrie was an Exo, a race of humans modified with animal DNA centuries ago, before humanity spread to the Andromeda Galaxy and made contact with the other races that made up the Milky Way Federation. Specifically, Kyrie was a Leonine Exo, a species bred for their strong social dynamics and group cohesion. Not every Leonine Exohuman fell into this stereotype, and Kyrie herself more often preferred being in small groups or even by herself.

“Hey, Mickey.” She said, turning to her co-engineer in the seat behind her. At first glance, it looked like a mannequin in coveralls, but then the head turned 180 degrees to look at her.

“Yes, Rie?” The voice was echoey, and didn’t sound like it came from the mannequin’s ‘mouth’. Kyrie winced a little at the exorcist-style response. She hated it when he did that.

“Going to go check on Port 4. Should be about 20 minutes. That cool?”

“Fine by me. Just make sure the fans are working this time, yeah?” Mickey replied, before turning his head back around and tapping away at the console, transferring Kyrie’s duties from her console to his.

Kyrie nodded, and made her way out of the small office they shared, into the bowels of the ship. Despite appearing as if some sort of robot, ‘Mickey’ was actually one of the alien races that made up the Federation. His real name was M’ki, and he was an Ephemeral. The Ephemeral hailed from a rogue planet, a planet without a sun, and existed as disembodied masses of energy. Being incorporeal made performing his duties and interacting with other members of the crew difficult; so the captain of the Stardust had issued him a blank, an empty machine body, to inhabit for the journey. The Ephemeral had the ability to override electrical signals to control machines (and even people) while inside them, and there were harsh laws against humanoid possession written specifically for them. The Stardust itself was a fairly old ship, named after some ancient human performer, but he still did his duties all these centuries later. As Kyrie made her way through the ship’s engine hold, she ran her hands over the ancient machinery. It stretched farther than the eye could see, the impulse thrusters entwined with the Ripper Drive. A large transparisteel window cast a blue light over the catwalks as the Ripper Core glowed and gave off energy that nobody really understood. Generations of Humans, Exos, Ephemeral, and Quadri had been in here over the ships service, and she could still see fingerprints, claw marks, talon scratches, and even bent gantry from a Quadri’s heavy step as she made her way deep into the engine. Her coveralls were spattered with grime, and her red hair was kept in a tight bun. Working during a Leyspace Jump was just so… boring. Every engineer knew what ‘Port 4, 20 minutes’ meant, and even those that didn’t partake kept their mouths shut. Drawing the short straw and having to be awake while everyone else was in cryo sucked, and they all knew it.

Finally reaching the deepest part of the engine core, she let her mid-back length red hair free from its elastic prison, and fished a small paper cone and a lighter from her pocket.

—

Dr. Lesh heard the tapping of her boot heel on the deck before she realized she’d been doing it for 10 minutes. Leyspace jumps were the absolute worst, and as a junior medical officer, she was dutybound to stay awake for all of them.

“Ughhh…” The gutteral sound came from her throat as she brought her head down onto the desk in front of her. The medbay was clean, sterile, and completely empty. During a Leyspace jump, it was standard procedure for 90% of the crew to go into cryosleep for the duration. For the Stardust and his crew of roughly 100 people, that meant 2 engineers, one pilot, one navigator, the captain, and four crewmen all under the medical supervision of the Junior medical officer. Leyspace was also… completely empty, especially during jumps along well defined paths between Ripper Stations.

If they’d been brave explorers charting a course along an unknown Leyline, then maybe she’d have something to do, but unfortunately the Stardust had been designated as a cargo vessel taking food from Demeter, a Super-Earth farming world in the Cthonis system of the Milky Way, to Lupis Primari, a fledgeling Exohuman colony in Andromeda’s trailing arm.

…Which also meant that this trip was going to take forever.

“I need a break.” She said to herself, tapping her temple and activating her TOSKr implant, a microcomputer that most people had installed into their nervous systems. As she controlled the interface with the tactile keyboard implanted into the skin of her left arm, she noted the reported locations of each conscious crewmember. The captain and the bridge crew were on the bridge, probably checking their trajectory, the crewmen were taking inventory, one engineer was monitoring readouts and the other was ‘checking on port 4’. It certainly seemed clear enough for her to take a short break.

Opening her drawer, she fetched a small pack of cigarettes. Smoking on the ship was forbidden by the captain, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Taking off her coat and stashing the box in her bra, she placed a sign on her door with her TOSKr contact listed and made her way down towards engineering. Her boots clicked on the bulkhead, sending eerie echoes through the empty hall. During full operations, this place would be packed. It was almost like walking through a ghost town. It made her paranoid, adjusting her glasses and peering around as if the captain was going to leap out and grab the cigs from her bra herself.

It’s not like it’s the best hiding spot… her inner voice chided. You’ve managed what, A cups over the last year? Should have hidden them in your pants. Nobody would have said anything. The intrusive thought made her wince, but she took a breath. She was proud of herself. The nametag on her coat even still had the peelable plastic film on it from how recently it had been reissued. A beaming human face with the name ‘Dr. Jennifer Lesh, Jr. Medical Officer’ emblazoned upon it. She stood a little taller, prouder, puffing out her chest a bit. It had only been a year, sure, but life was a journey.

And hers had definitely been more exciting than a Leyspace jump.

—

Leaning over the gantry, staring at the Ripper Core, Kyrie watched the energy of the Leylines wash over the core again and again, like waves on a beach. She’d dropped the upper part of her coveralls, leaving her in a tank top with the sleeves tied around her waist. The lit part of the cone flared every time she took a hit, enjoying her break and the soft buzzing feeling in the back of her head. Humanity had come a long way, with two galaxies under their belt, but still nothing beat a dumb little herb from central Asia for relaxing.

Kyrie’s ear flicked. She heard something coming down the gantryway. Being an Exo, her hearing was better than most. Boots. Not used to walking on gantries. Thick heels, but not thick enough to be security or the captain. As the source got closer, she smelled something specific. Tobacco.

Another bored soul looking to unwind, albeit with a different poison of choice. Kyrie turned around and leaned against the gantry with her back to the Ripper Core, waiting for the intruder to arrive. What she didn’t expect was the Junior Medical Officer. They’d never met in person, but Kyrie had definitely heard of her. Her starting her transition a year ago had been the talk of the ship, with plenty of people being extremely annoying about it to Kyrie, asking if they knew each other because they were trans and other bullshit like that.

What Kyrie hadn’t expected was how beautiful she looked. A human with soft looking brown hair kept shoulder length and tidy, a small button nose, and intelligent gray eyes behind a pair of square wireframe glasses with a face that looked soft and adorable. Petite, definitely, with hints of hips to come and the beginning of a curved waist. All wrapped up in her standard issue medical officer’s uniform, minus the coat.

“Yo.” Kyrie said aloud, once the human was close enough that she’d be able to see her. Kyrie had found that species without low-light vision got spooked if you spoke before they could see you, especially with a voice as grossly deep and rumbly as hers.

—

The sound Jen made could have been mistaken for the sound of a small bird as she practically jumped in surprise. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she’d failed to notice the woman leaning against the gantry.

When she’d descended into the engine room, avoiding the office and port 4 to make a beeline for the deepest part of the core, she’d put an unlit cigarette into her mouth to occupy her mind. It wasn’t until she noticed the cone-like object in the lioness’ mouth that she relaxed.

“Relax. I won’t tell if you won’t.” The woman’s voice, a low rumbling sound that was gruff and flippant, sounded over the low roar of the Ripper Core behind her. The glowing blue core cast her in a rim light that made her appear as if she had a halo around her. “Kyrie. Engineer First Class. Kyrie the Lioness if you want my government listing.” She pulled on her cone, seeming to wait for Jen’s response. Exos didn’t have surnames, not really. They only ever used their origin species as an identifier if one was required, due to their beginning as artificial creations and modifications of existing humans.

“Uhm… Jen. Dr. Jen Lesh. Junior Medical Officer.” She coughed out, eyeing the lioness as she approached. She’d heard of her, of course. When she came out, she got nonstop remarks about how they must know each other. She’d even signed the paperwork for refills on Kyrie’s HRT implant a few times, even before she started her own transition. Her own implant, a small capsule in her upper left arm itched at the thought. This was the first time she’d ever seen her in person though. Without hearing the name, she’d have never guessed that this was the Kyrie she’d heard so much about.

She was unmistakably feminine, with a husky voice that sent pleasant chills down Jen’s spine. Half a foot taller than her stout 5’6 frame, she was powerfully built with toned muscles and soft-looking golden fur. Her hair, which she had to assume was usually tied, was down to her mid-back and red like flames. Her eyes, feline and dilated in the low light conditions, were like silver rings around the void of a starless sky. All that on top of a body that screamed femininity and strength, unlike her own chubby stubbly mess.

“Here to smoke?” Kyrie’s voice cut through the awkward silence, and Jen realized she’d been staring. “Nothing here is open to air, so you’re not going to break anything.” The lioness added, flicking some ash down into the fathomless depths below the gantry. “When we land, the landing gear will drop any ash or butt remains out onto the pad, where it’ll be vaporized by the RCS Thrusters.” She spoke very matter-of-factly, as if she’d rehearsed it, or said it a million times before.

“That’s… that’s a very well thought out system.” Jen noted, still not having lit her own, the small white tube hanging from her lips. “Does the entire engineering corp smoke here?”

Kyrie seemed to shrug. “The ones that can. Mickey can’t on account of being Ephemeral. Poor guy.”

Jen latched onto that, realizing that she was staring at Kyrie’s chest. “Oh! He could if he possessed someone! Though that’d require signed consent forms, and a-”

“Valid purpose given for the possession. He knows.” Kyrie finished.

“Oh, but smoking on the ship is prohibited so it’d be put under too much scrutiny.” Jen’s face turned red, realizing that she’d embarrassed herself just a little.

“I’m sure he’d appreciate the thought, little bird.” She took a drag and chuffed in amusement, looking at her with those reflective silver rings.

Jen had never felt dumber in her life. Face still red, she realized that she’d been standing there with an unlit cancer stick in her mouth the whole time. She began fishing in her pocket for a lighter, only to find… nothing. She checked the other, rummaging for a small cylinder that just wasn’t there until the words Kyrie said hit her brain and she stopped, hand plunged into her pocket.

Little Bird.

She felt her brain stop to process that. What did that mean? Was she making fun of her? Had she said something funny?

What did it mean?! Her jaw tightened as she stopped to think, and part of her hated how squared off it felt, how big and protrusive it was, feeding into her insecurity. Was she saying her jaw was big?!

—

Watching the human go through her pockets, Kyrie took another drag on her spliff. She had to admit, it was kind of cute watching her brain short from a basic conversation. She’d been a little worried a minute ago, the human had seemed to be staring at her chest. She was ever so acutely aware of the red flecks of mane in her coat around her neck and chest, and how it was a bright gold instead of the tawny colour her mother had boasted. Then, the human stopped, and her face seemed to set into a queer face that almost made the buzzed lioness laugh. Her lips pursed, nose wrinkled, and her jaw set into an expression that could only be parsed as ‘thinking too hard’. It was adorable, and emphasised the softer qualities of her cheekbones.

“Lose your lighter?” Kyrie offered.

Jen seemed to shake herself out of her thoughts, her face still red around the ears. “I guess I left it back at my office. Damnit… I don’t think I can excuse going back and returning.”

“Stand with me a while.” Kyrie turned to face the core again. “I’ve got you little bird.”

Keeping the cigarette in her mouth, seemingly only to satisfy the oral fixation, Jen walked over to the gantry and took a position leaning on the rail to Kyrie’s left. “So that’s the Ripper Core?” she offered, small talk to pass the time, the lioness assumed.

“That’s the bitch.” Kyrie nodded, gesturing with her arm, using the cone as a makeshift pointer. “That orb there is concentrated Leyline energy, condensed into a sphere that pulls us along the guideline.” She gestured to the blue line that seemed to spear through the core as it randomly ejected arcs of energy.

“And because Leyline energy attracts itself, it works like a winch, pulling us through leyspace?” The little bird asked, and Kyrie’s head immediately whipped around to look at her. “I… uhm… I like to read the ship manuals when I have downtime.”

Now it was Kyrie’s turn to blush, though the colour was hidden, she felt the warmth behind her ears. “I mean, you know why it’s called a Ripper Drive, right?” The Lioness asked, more excited to talk about her field than she’d been in a long while.

Jen nodded, pushing up her glasses and closing her eyes, as if she was reading a manual written on her eyelids. “In the year 4236, the Military Exploration Ship Ripper of Fate was testing a prototype engine that overloaded and caused the ship to vanish. All hands were presumed lost, until the ship reappeared in 4270,”

“Where they’d discovered Leyspace and slowly jumped their way back to earth using the first discovered Leylines…” Kyrie finished.

“And the engine, with the modifications they’d made to it over the decades, became the basis for the very first Ripper Drive, with the name put forth by the ship’s captain-”

“Thaddeus M. Carlisle. The namesake of Thaddeus Station, in orbit around Makemake in Sol.” They both finished together. It was a history lesson. One that everyone learned at some point in school, but one that was near and dear to Kyrie’s heart. Her tail swished excitedly.

“And the engineer that is credited with most of the theory behind the initial modifications to get them home?” Kyrie asked, her full attention on the human, having to resist the urge to grin widely and show off her massive predator’s maw.

The doctor thought for a moment, needing to think. “Uh… I think it was… Oh! Kyrie Ingridsdottir!” She seemed to miss the pure joy on the Lioness’ face as she continued. “One of the people aboard that had worked on the original engine prototype, and later became one of the first Exohumans after an accident that crippled her. Though, her fight for Exohuman rights later in life made it so her contributions to the Ripper Drive are-” She stopped. “Wait. Did you take your name from-?”

“One of my childhood heroes? Hell yeah I did!” The Lioness’ tail was wrapped around the guardrail to stop it from whipping at any delicate machines in excitement. Kyrie was enraptured, listening to the human talk.

—

Jen felt another bashful twinge as she looked away from the lioness for a moment. “Sorry, I should have realized. Of course you know about her. You’re an engineer that shares the name.”

Kyrie suddenly reached out and gripped her chin, turning her head back to face her. “No, don’t be. That was… amazing.” The smile on her face lit the room up brighter than the Ripper Core could ever hope to, even as Jen’s face was no doubt hotter than the core to boot. “Honestly, when I was in school, they never even talked about Kyrie Ingridsdottir except during Exo History Week. I think-” The engineer stopped mid sentence as her left eye started flashing. She released Jen’s chin and tapped her temple with a sigh.

“Break’s over…?” Jen asked, feeling a pit in her stomach.

“Unfortunately, little bird.” Kyrie said, taking one last pull on her cone. “But, if you’re ever in my neck of the woods again…”

“Near Engineering Office 3?” Jen asked, having remembered the assignments she checked previously.

“Port 4. 20 minutes. 1215 hours.” Kyrie added with a nod.

“Oh, dang it, my lighter.” Jen sighed, pulling the cig out of her mouth and looking at it. “Mind if I borrow yours until tomorrow?”

“And what if I need it?” Kyrie asked in return, and Jen’s heart sank. “I’ll light yours before I go though.”

Jen put the cigarette back in her lips and waited for a light. Instead, Kyrie leaned down with a hand on her shoulder and the last of her cone in her lips, and pressed the lit tip of the spliff to the unlit cigarette. She took a deep drag, and the end glowed a bright orange, illuminating their faces. When she pulled away, the cigarette was lit and Jen had no idea what burned brighter; the tip of her cigarette or her face.

“See you tomorrow, little bird.” Kyrie said as she walked back up the gantry, flicking the butt of her spliff into the deep bowels of the ship’s engines, where it would be never seen again. Jen stood there, dumbfounded, staring into the Ripper Core as Kyrie’s footsteps echoed further and further away.

Dr. Jennifer Lesh couldn’t believe what had happened over the last 15 minutes. Or that it had even been 15 minutes. Her mind raced over everything, every last detail. The beautiful engineer who’d seen all of her imperfections and ignored them, who’d listened to her and spoken of her interests in turn.

Little bird. What did it mean?

She felt like a roiling current sat in the pit of her chest. Jen had no idea what the hell it meant, but she knew that she’d definitely be here tomorrow.

Port 4. 20 minutes. 1215 hours.

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