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Genre: smut
Pairings: lee geumhyuk x female reader
A/N: I really wanna write for vav again but I suck at this fic stuff but I crave this man omg so hereâs a lil thingy hehe EDIT: THIS WAS EMBARRASSING TO WRITE I AM GIGGLING :3 đŚŹ
The room was loud with the noises of your breathing and skin against skin. Your thighs pushed against your stomach as your husband pounded into you like a jackhammer through concrete. It felt like slow motion, the way his cock rammed inside you kissing your cervix and pulling away leaving you wanting more, feeling every inch of his cock push and pull around your cunt.
âMy pretty flower.â Geumhyuk moaned softly as he tore up your guts. âYouâre so so gorgeous like this. Such a good girl for me.â Your eyes rolled back at the praise as your hands grabbed the sheets on either side of you. Geumhyuk pushed your thighs closer to your stomach with each stroke. It was getting harder to breathe so after letting him know he let you lower your legs. âSorry, I got a little carried away you just look so cute and breedable with your legs above your head I just couldnât help myself.â
âGeummie baby,â you choked out your legs feeling limp against his thighs. He rested both his hands on either side of your head his body above you, his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you. âI love you so much oh god.â You blurted out feeling your orgasm drawing near.
âI love you too y/n, I wanna fill you up so full of my seed. I want you to carry my babies oh youâd look so beautiful with a big round belly. Just knowing that I made you a mother would drive me crazy. Baby I could fill you so full of cum and youâd take all of it. I know you would you always do. Youâre such a good girl, youâd be an amazing mother please let me fill you up.â At Geumhyukâs request you felt your thighs start to shake. He slowed down his cock pushing inside you even more than you thought possible.
Geumhyukâs hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, his abs were sweating, his tattoos on his arms were shining. You grabbed his arms and squeezed digging your finger nails into his skin.
âYou wanna mark me donât you baby. Are you close? I can feel the way your cunt hugs my cock. Letâs cum together hmm? I wanna fill you up, wanna give you kids so bad.â As he sped up your thighs shook around him. Arching your back off the mattress you threw your head back onto the pillow. The thought of your husband cumming inside you without a condom and getting you pregnant just made your orgasm come closer and faster. He wanted you to be a mother? He wanted you to be full of his seed? Carry a baby inside you and become a mother? He really wanted to be a daddy? You had talked about this a lot as he was always bragging about how good of a mother youâd be but the thought driving him wild was so attractive to you. What he wanted and how he was going to do it.
You had stars in your eyes when he told you to look at him. Stars and hearts and glitter, jeez you were so so over the top, head over heels in love with your husband and you would do anything to make him happy and you knew full well heâd do the same. Geumhyukâs thrusting slowed and became sloppy, his breath hitched, he leaned closer to you as he whispered all the things you loved to hear. About how much he loved your body no matter what size you were and how he couldnât wait to dive in between your thighs just to make you cum over and over.
âMy pretty wife and her pretty body and pretty pretty pussy.â He growled in your ear his lips now marking up your neck sucking and biting at the skin.
âGeummie I- Iâm so close!â You squeaked. Your hands pulled away from his arms and ran through his hair. He smashed his lips into yours his thrusting speeding up again. You both moaned, his face buried in your neck. He pulled away and curses fell from his lips. You were both so close you just needed to push him over the edge. âPlease Geummie baby, give me your babies please. I wanna feel your cum all the way inside me pretty please baby.â You choked out.
That was all he needed as you felt hot ropes shoot out coating your walls with his sticky yogurt. You both screamed, exchanging curse words. You came, your thigh shaking around Geumhyukâs waist. Chanting âfuckâ and âI love youâ over and over as your cunt pulsed around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you as the last of his seed filled you up. Without even pulling out he collapsed on top of you his head falling against your soft breasts, his breathing tickled your nipples. Your hand came up to gently pet him on the head.
âThank you y/n. Thank you for being my wife and just everything. I love you so much, you did such a good job my pretty flower.â You smiled and he rose up and when he pulled out the sounds that followed almost made you cum a second time. You wanted to sleep but your husband wasnât done making you feel good. Wasting no time he pushed your thighs apart and dove down his tongue lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog. The way his tongue and teeth licked and pulled against you skin oh he was fully making out with your pussy lips and boy did it feel amazing. So amazing your thighs squeezed around him but he grunted before stopping.
âKeep them open for me pretty. Iâm not done making my wifey feel good. You deserve to cum again donât you think. Just close your eyes and Daddy will take care of you.â You hummed your hand reaching for the strands on his head. âGonna make you feel so so good. I love you.â He hummed before his tongue disappeared inside your walls again.
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THERES NO FUCKING WAY I WANT TO WRITE XRAY AND VAV FANFICTION IN THE YEAR OF OUR GOD 2024
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toybox is dead
cauldron has horrible moderators
gaylor is cringe
vav is a gossip server with optional writing channels
face it. at the end of the day i only care about the fanfiction
can we get a normal worm fanfiction server that isnât full of annoying people. weâre like 0 for 4 right now
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Soulmate
> About my writing
Genre: Fluff
Warnings:Â ---
Word Count: 843
Characters: Baron (VAV)/Choi Chunghyop x Fem!Reader
*The image doesnât belong to me, credits to the owner.*

ChungHyop came out of the bathroom freshly showered, making his way towards the bed with careful steps, trying not to wake up his wife.
Laying down on the bed underneath the silk covers the man moved towards his lover, spooning her and allowing his hand to rest on top of her growing stomach. His favourite place to be. The place he hated to have to leave every morning.
Y/N stirred as she felt her husband's presence on the bed with her. A smile appeared on her tired face as her hand moved toward his, resting above it as her thumb drew soft circles on her lover's skin.
"Honey, you're home...." she softly stated, allowing her body to relax against his as his scent filled her lungs. ChungHyop hummed, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Y/N chuckled sleepily, feeling their daughter's incessant kicks as soon as she felt her father's warmth come in contact with her mother's womb.
"She missed you," Y/N stated making her lover smile against her warm skin. "She was very active today, only went to sleep when I decided to play a clip of you singing while trying to calm her down. She was kicking my ribs so hard it actually became hard to breathe." She sighed, face scrunched up as she remembered the painful evening. "I guess she's excited her daddy is really here now."
"I missed both of my loves, too. It was really productive today, though, we got to finish the four final tracks and still had time to put a choreography together." He said, sharing how his day had been, something they always did before sleep. However, with the preparations for the new album, Chunghyeop got home quite late and with the pregnancy starting to take a toll on Y/N who most of the times was too far gone into dreamland at the time of her husband's arrival that habit had been lost, somehow, but their relationship was going as strong as ever.
All they needed was each other's presence, each other's warmth. Soon, ChungHyop was to enlist in order to fulfil his duty of protecting and serving his country.
It saddened him that he wasn't going to be able to witness his daughter's first months of life where things change so fast and many things happen all at once. The man sighed pulling her in closer and leaving a feather kiss on her shoulder.
"I'm gonna miss this so much. I will lose so many of our baby's first's, however, I know I couldn't have picked a better partner to share my little one with." He stated, causing her to smile shyly. Y/N placed her hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers, allowing them to lay on top of her tummy where their baby seemed to be wide awake and throwing a dance party. "Please don't give up on us even if it's hard..." He begged, voice trembling.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat hearing him cry. She turned around with some difficulty due to the added weight from the baby and faced her fiance.
"Cheungyop, I would never. You know it! It's your duty to serve our country and me and baby girl will be proudly watching you succeed at yet another goal. When the time comes we will be here waiting for our hero to come back home to us." She smiles sweetly, wiping a tear that slid down his eyes.
Chunghyop hugged her, placing a loving kiss on her forehead. He had really lucked out in life, he had a partner in the same person he had a best friend, a supporter. He did not know when it happened but he fell deeply in love with the woman lying beside him every night. The woman he wanted to call his for the rest of his life and with whom he planned to officialize his union as soon as he was discharged from his mandatory service.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N, no one can compare. I love you, I always will. Forever. No matter what," He promised. "I will always protect you and out little Chaeyeon."
"You are my soulmate, Choi Chunghyop. I have loved you in a thousand different lives," She smiled, kissing his lips.
That night they fell asleep in between promises and plans for the future. One thing they were sure of was that they would never meet someone who could compare to the other. As many people as they spoke to or met, there was no one who could comprehend the other like they did each other or give them the warmth and familiarity they had. Someone who listened, who was there and who always tried to walk a mile in the other's shoes to understand, someone they could never find in anyone else but each other.
They were each other's 'it'.
In the end, maybe it wasn't their first love they compared everyone they ended up meeting to, but their soulmate.
There is no heart for us like our soulmate's.
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12 Days of Demon Ayno -Day 9 (18+)

Supernatural AU
Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader
Genre: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut
Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!)
Word Count: 5031 (...I did not mean to write War & Peace...)
AU: OMG DAY 9 IS FINALLY DONE! (So I guess weâre having Christmas in July)Â Iâm sorry this one took so long. I knew where we needed to go, I just couldnât get there. Good news: Day 10 is started, Day 12 is done! (We might skip 11) I have also started NYE & Lunar New Year (Iâm writing all of them simultaneously) I love feedback- so if thereâs something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Special thanks to @quyennieâ for being my editor!!
Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year
On the 9th Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Office Holiday Party
It was a little after three thirty when you came through the apartment door wearing baggy sweats, a zip up hoodie with nothing but a tank underneath, fuzzy flip-flop slippers, and no gloves. Even with the calf length down coat on you were freezing, but you couldnât risk wrecking your once a winter pedi and once a year mani. Even though the heater was on and it hit you like a blast furnace the minute you came in, you were still shivering.
âAyno? Are you here? Iâm home.â The question was rhetorical. You knew your beautiful demon was there somewhere because the TV was set to a music channel playing Christmas standards, and something smelled good.
Ayno came striding out of the kitchen. âGood. I have made you lunch.â, he said as he took your coat. Like a typical human male, he paid no attention to your fancy nails and hair and instead focused on your outfit. âWhy are you dressed so inappropriately for the weather?! You will catch a chill and die, and I will have to go back to being aâŚwhat was it you called me?â
âInterdimensional hooker. What are we having?â
âMacaroni and cheese. I am told that this food brings comfort, and you seem very agitated today.â He said as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs just below your butt and carried you into the kitchen.
âOut of the box?â
âIs what out of what box?â he looked around confused as he deposited you onto a barstool.
âLunch.â
âWhy would macaroni and cheese be in a box? Cheese must be kept cold.â
âYou know- the blue box? With the orange powdered cheese? Itâs like its own food group.â
Ayno looked horrified. âI do not know what kind of witchcraft would be necessary to turn cheese into an orange powder, but it should not be trusted and I do not know why you would dare to consume it.â
You privately thought he was missing out. Instead, he removed a baking dish from the oven with cavatappi noodles he had baked with some mixture of cream and cheeses and topped with panko breadcrumbs. He dished out a large helping and retrieved a bowl of salad from the fridge and set it next to the mac & cheese. You took a biteâŚit was creamy and cheesy and deliciousâŚand you were so not hungry.
âItâs delicious, but not exactly cocktail dress friendly.â
Ayno frowned. âYou did not eat breakfast. Now you do not want lunch. You areâŚstressedâ he said, happy that he remembered the right word. He moved around behind you, fastening his lips to your neck and slipping a hand inside your jacket to fondle your breast through the thin tank. âYou do not smell rightâŚtoo much cortisolâŚâ he said as his lips worked their way toward your ear. âIf you do not do something to relax, then I will have to make you relax.â He gently threatened as his thumb flicked over your erect nipple.
You sighed and closed your eyes, âAyno, so help me God, if you ruin a $60 hairstyle before I get to that party, I swear I will pour holy water over your head myself!â you gritted out through clenched teeth.
He wisely released you; then reached over and picked up the glass of water above your plate, and poured it out in the sink while muttering something that sounded like âIâd like to see you try itâ under his breath, before going to the fridge, grabbing the open bottle of wine, removing the cork with his teeth, filling the glass and setting it in front of you.
He stepped back and looked meaningfully from the glass to your face and back again. You took the hint and drained half the glass in three gulps. Ayno refilled it.
He moved back to your side and picked up a forkful of mac & cheese and held it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and took the bite. âWe should not go to this party if it is making you this unhappyâ, he said gently rubbing your back.
You placed your forehead carefully against his chest. âOh Ayno â I donât mean to be like this to you. Yes, you are right, I am stressed. The Office Christmas Party is one of my least favorite nights of the year. But this is one of those weird human social things that you have to attend even though you donât want to.â
He continued rubbing your back comfortingly. âI will stay home if it will make you less worried.â
You put your arms around his waist and looked up into his concerned eyes. âNot a chance. Having you as my date is the one thing Iâm looking forward to about tonight.â
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You came through the doors of your building at 7:41 and the Atrium was already packed with people and the party was in full swing. Ayno slid your coat from your shoulders and went to take it and your bag to the coat check. Meanwhile, you glanced around and saw Tenley & Kara leaning against the wall by the elevator bank and headed straight over.
âHey!â âThere you are!â They called as you trotted over as fast as the slippery soles of your strappy sandals would allow. You all engaged in the typical âgirl hugâ that involved leaning over with your butt sticking out and the bare minimum of contact while patting the otherâs back.
âCute dress Ten!â you said. âThanks! I was accused of being boring by Danielle, so I decided to embrace my ethnicity!â she replied, smoothing the peony embroidered satin of her mandarin collared mini-qi pao. âBut itâs still black. Festive is Karaâs job.â
âWhat? Itâs still a neutral! Just because I refuse to join the sea of black dresses with you twoâŚâ she retorted, giving her hips a little shake that made the silver beaded dress shimmy with her.
âI like it Kara! Perfect for New Yearâs Eve too!â you supported.
âRight?! Kill two parties with one dress!â she affirmed.
âI thought Ayno was coming tonight?â, Tenley questioned.
âOh, heâs here. Heâs just dropping my things at coat check.â
Then Karaâs brain caught up with the conversation and she turned to Tenley looking confused âDanielle? From the Data Matrixing dept. called you boring? They only have one âDanielleâ, right?â
At that, Tenley launched into her story the way only catty girlfriends can about another woman throwing them shade. She was just wrapping it up when you noticed Karaâs attention had been diverted.
âI donât know what department that belongs in, but whatever it is, I will find out, and then I am transferring there whether I have the requisite skill and experience or not.â Kara said, her gaze never wavering.
You understood. You smiled at the tall, well-built man that had captured her attention, his fire engine red suit tapered from his broad shoulders to nip in at his slender waist and the pants caressed his muscular thighs. A black mesh shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket and was accented with a couple silver chains at his throat. He was stunning â and oblivious to the attention he was garnering: wide eyed open mouth stares from the ladies and looks of undisguised envy from the men. He glanced around and spying your little group he made his way over with four filled champagne flutes tucked between his long fingers. He handed out the champagne, gave a blinding smile and said âHi!â Â
Kara giggled. You just shook your head. Tenley took command of the conversation. âHi Ayno. Itâs good to see you again. I like your suit! Itâs a much better look on you than the reindeer sweater.â
âThank you, I think so too. It itches less. Although, it does not have lights like the sweater, so I think it is unlikely I will win a prize. I think you look better too.â
You laughed. âKara, this is my boyfriend, Ayno. Ayno, this is Kara- sheâs our department assistant.â âWhich means sheâs the only one who has any idea whatâs going on.â Tenley supplied as Ayno, excited to once again be practicing traditional human greetings, extended his hand to Kara.
Kara shook his hand and then downed the whole glass in one gulp. You followed suit, and then handed the glasses back to Ayno. âWill you be a love and go get us 2 more?â, you asked him sweetly. He bent down until his face was even with yours. âPlease?â you smiled at him. He smiled back, âYes Mistress. I am always happy to serve youâ, he whispered as he planted a quick kiss on your lips and then turned on his heel and headed to the champagne fountain.
âHo-lee crap!â Kara said to no one in particular. She looked at Tenley, âYou said he was hot, you didnât say he was the male equivalent of a Victoriaâs Secret angel.â
You snickered at the idea of Ayno being an angel of any kind. Kara turned slowly and looked at you. âHeâs cute? Heâs tall? I love his smile? Seriously??? How about heâs breathtaking and sexy as fuck??â
You laughed. âSorry Kara. After my last boyfriendâŚI just sort-of downplay things now. And yes, Ayno is breathtakingâŚsometimes I think people look at us together and wonder what a man like that is doing with me.â
âWhatever! Heâs with you, right? And he doesnât seem to be going anywhere.â She grabbed your arms and turned you to face her, âPlease tell me he has a single brother?â she mock pleaded.
âActually, he has six brothers.â
Both of them stared at you wide eyed. âSIX BROTHERS?â they chorused in unison. âAre they all single and do they all look like him? I just want one.â Kara said. âYeah, one for you & one for meâ Tenley agreed.
âI donât know, Iâve never seen them. But theyâreâŚuhâŚadopted, so Iâm not sure what they look like.â
âWell, you clearly hit the jackpot on this one. Heâs gorgeous and seems totally devoted.â Kara said with a touch of envy.
âI know, right? I want a man who follows me around and does whatever I say without question while looking at me adoringly too.â Tenley agreed.
The conversation was halted by the ding of the elevator doors opening to reveal a couple of drunk colleagues from accounting stumbling out tipsy and looking slightly disheveled. They looked around nervously before slipping back into the crowd. âLike we didnât all know about thatâŚâ Tenley said rolling her eyes.
You were glad the conversation shifted away from Ayno. Not only was answering questions about him like walking through a mine field, but something about the champagne or the girlâs words had made you uneasy. You didnât doubt Ayno truly had feelings for you, but you sometimes wondered if he would stay if he had a choice. Did he only stay with you because he had to? Was this like Stockholm Syndrome where you fall in love with your captor as a coping mechanism? Â Was he devoted because he had to be, not because he wanted to?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Aynoâs arrival with more champagne. You took the glass he offered, and then turned away to eye the crowd- causing Ayno to frown slightly. Kara, emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, pounced on him in full getting-to-know-you mode. Normally you would have jumped in and changed the subject, or answered for him, but you were so edgy you decided to just let him handle it. If he freaked out, transformed into his natural form, and rained hellfire on the building then so be it. You still listened with half an ear, proud that he remembered the answers you had practiced to common personal questions.
Your sudden coolness was not lost on Tenley. Sensing that Ayno might need to be rescued from Kara, and the two of you might need a moment, she nudged you, âHey. Have you shown Ayno our floor yet?â
You looked at her with something between distain and annoyance. âNo. I canât imagine why Ayno would want to see our cubicle farm.â
âNope. You donât get a choice. Itâs an unwritten rule that all new significant others must get a tour of the prison cells at their first Christmas Party, so they have a frame of reference for stories of office shenanigans and sympathy for the conditions we are suffering in when we have to work lateâ, she said matter-of-factly. With that, she punched the elevator button, snagged your champagne glass, and shoved you in when the doors opened, Ayno following right behind you trying not to laugh. The last thing you saw was her giving you a cheesy grin and a wave of her waggled fingers.
The elevator ride to the 9th floor was quick but felt like an eternity with the two of you standing in silence, you just out of Aynoâs reach. You walked at the same speed you did during your workday, lengths ahead of Ayno who strolled along behind you down the hall past the conference and break rooms, eventually arriving at the center of the floor full of cubicles.
âThis is it.â You sighed, bored.
Ayno nodded. âI have seen this before.â
âSomeone summoned you to their office building?â
âNo. Purgatory. There are several levels that look just like this. I recommend avoiding it.â He paused, âWhich chamber is yours?â
You started walking and Ayno followed you to your desk. âThis is it. This is where I spend most of my dayâ, you said gesturing to your glass walled box full of pre-fab office furniture.
Ayno stepped inside and sat in your chair. You were surprised how normal he looked sitting there, as though you might have come around the corner and found your handsome coworker at his desk.
While you absentmindedly stared off into space, he took in your workspace, thinking to himself that it was rather like a cage, and feeling sorry that you spent so many hours there. He smiled when he saw that the one truly personal thing on your desk was a small photo of the two of you.
Knowing Ayno would follow, you slowly began strolling out of the maze of cubicles, idly wondering how much longer youâd have to stay at the party for people to consider it an âappearanceâ and what you needed to do to give the impression that you had had a good time.
âWhat is this place?â you heard Aynoâs voice behind you as he stuck his head into an open doorway.
âThatâs the break room.â
âAh!â, Ayno said with comprehension, âThe domain of Cody the Coffee Snob and Amber the Refrigerator Nazi!â You almost laughedâ he always asked how your day was when you came home, and you were impressed he had paid attention to your rambling stories about office drama âŚbut it made you feel even less worthy of him. âWas the identity of the Lean Cuisine thief ever discovered?â, he asked as he continued to follow you.
âNope. It remains a mystery.â
âWhat is this place?â he asked stepping into yet another doorway.
You followed him. âThis is the conference room. We come in here when we have important things to discuss. That triangle thing in the middle of the table lets us watch Power Points, call other offices, make announcementsâŚor sometimes we just use the table and talk.â
You turned to leave, but the door slammed shut. You didnât need to ask how. Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked back to your waiting demon.
âWhat is wrong?â
âNothing. Nothingâs wrong- Iâm fine.â
âNo. Something is very wrong. You have stopped speaking to me. You are not looking at me. You are pushing me awayâ, he paused looking sad and confused âWhat did I do wrong? Please tell me, because I do not know.â
You sighed. âNothingâŚyou havenât done anything wrong â I swearâŚI was just thinking about things the girls said to me and about you being with meâŚit just made me question whether you would be here if you had a choice.â
Ayno slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you against his body, his other hand tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. âDo you really doubt my feelings for you?â he asked gently.
You looked into his deep eyes and shook your head, âNo, I believe your feelings are very real. I just wonder if you would choose to be with me if you had another option.â
Surprisingly, Ayno smiled. He gave a small laugh and a little shake of his head, âHow old am I?â
âUhâŚEight hundred andâŚsomethingâŚâ
âFourty-four.â He supplied.  âYou are not my first patron. I have had so many masters and mistresses in these years that I lost track long ago. You are not the first to want to keep meâŚbut you are the only one I have ever stayed with. I assure you that if I wanted to leave, I could make your life so miserable that you would release me and beg me to be gone.â
Then he threaded his fingers into your fancy hair and pulled your face to his. He kissed you hard, tongue pillaging your mouth as he pressed his body tightly against yours. He backed you up until your butt hit the conference table, and then lifted you slightly so you were sitting on it. He finally released your mouth and dove straight for your neck. âNo! Ayno! What are you doing?â He pulled his head up and looked at you with eyes so deep they bordered on maroon, âThis is a conference room. We are having a conference. Apparently, I need to explain to you again how much I want you. That I will willingly be your slave until the end of time. That I am wholly yoursâŚnot just because you keep me, but because I choose to be. So, Iâd start taking notes, Mistress, because I am going to fuck you until you get the memo.â
With that he pushed you down on to the table and resumed his attack on your neck. You could feel the heat of his mouth even as the cold of the glass covering the table penetrated your thin dress. You shivered, unsure if it was from that or Aynoâs sudden aggression.
Ayno put one knee up onto the table and pressed his other thigh against your waiting heat as he continued sucking harshly on your neck and chest working his way ever lower. You felt yourself growing warm and wet as he ground his thigh against your core. âAyno! Youâve got to stop⌠someone could come in and find us!â you pleaded. âLet themâ, he growled low in your ear, âI donât actually care.â
âI care! Anyone could just walk in! And one whole wall of this room is glass!!â Making an inhuman sound, Ayno raised his head and held one hand up toward the door. A rope of red energy shot out and zig zagged around the door and frame stitching the door closed. Then he waved his hand in the direction of the windows and you watched as they turned black like magic demon limo tint. âBetter?â he hissed. He had that determined look on his face â the same one heâd had when he showed up the night of the Halloween partyâŚand once again you realized there was no escape. Ayno in pure demon mode was a dangerous force that both scared the crap out of you and turned you on in a way you could never have imagined. You suddenly noticed that his shirt and jacket had disappeared from his body and recalled his warning about why conjuring his clothes was a bad idea.
His hands roughly yanked the straps from your dress down and to the side pushing your dress down and causing your breasts to spring free. He brought his other leg up onto the table and pushed your dress up to your waist before he reached down and flipped the crotch of your thong to the side plunging his fingers into your already dripping pussy. âAlways so wet for meâŚâ,he hummed, âI know how much you want me, and I am going to show you how much I want youâ, he said as he worked his fingers in and out of you rapidly while he sucked on your nipples. Your barely there underwear were finally in his way so he pulled them off and slingshotâd them somewhere unknown in the room- not caring about where they landed or how you were going to find them, before plunging his fingers back in and rubbing at your G spot at a frenetic pace. You could feel the pressure building in your belly. Needing an outlet for your own desires, you consciously willed him naked (enjoying that particular power you had) and once your will was done, you reached down and grabbed his cock and begin stroking it. You knew that you didnât need to, but feeling his length running up and down in your hand felt so goodâŚand you knew that he enjoyed it. âDo you like that?â You choked out. âYesâ, he whispered. âI like it when you touch me.â His fingers rubbed your G spot in time with the strokes you made to his cock. The tingling sensation you were feeling in your fingers and toes was causing your hips to buck. âOh! Oh!â you cried as you whimpered his name like a mantra as your walls clenched and your juices ran down onto his hand.
 He lifted your ankles to his shoulders and slid easily between your folds with how worked up you were. He leveraged his weight and trapped you between him and the conference table as he speared into you hot and hard. Every thrust sent you sliding backward across the table. Your nails dug into his biceps as his thrusts gained in strength and speed and the table began to groan in protest. Somewhere around the middle of the table Aynoâs hands finally found a grip and you stopped sliding.  You couldnât help the loud moans escaping your lips and mixed with the sound of skin on skin as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, the creak of the table and Aynoâs soft grunts, it was intoxicating - you closed your eyes and let it echo in your head and overtake your senses.
You reached between your legs and firmly pinched your clit, rolling the ball of nerves between your fingers. Your mind was empty as you looked at Aynoâs beautiful lust filled face and saw his ab muscles rippling as he drove himself into you. Robbed of the ability to form coherent words, you settled for the vocal equivalent of a keyboard smash as your legs began to shake and your orgasm overtook you. Ayno continued his thrusts until you had ridden out your high before he lowered your legs and unsheathed himself from your over stimulated body.
You laid there on the table, sweaty and panting. Something gleamed out of the corner of your eye and lolled your head to the left. It was a small red light. The world came back into focus as the realization hit you: Aynoâs hand had finally found purchase on the command console in the center of the tableâŚwhich was where the red indicator light was coming fromâŚon the âIntercom- all officeâ button. Oh shit. Oh shit no. That thing over-rode everything elseâŚincluding the music being piped into the party. Your moans of ecstasy werenât echoing in your head, they had just been echoing through the entire building â including the party in the atrium and on every single floor. Everyone in this building had just heard you and Ayno going at it on the conference table. You reached over and gently pressed the button again, watching as the light went out.
You were in such a state of shock and horror at the realization of what had just transpired that you almost failed to notice Aynoâs naked body, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, planking over you. His eyes, still burgundy ringed with pink, bored into you. âHave we reached an understanding Mistress? Or would you like me to explain it again?â
âI got the memo, and while Iâd love to go over it again, I think this is not the place.â
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It had only taken a few moments for you to assess the situation. Your up-do was ruined, you were sweaty and smelled like sex, and you couldnât find your underwear. You were a hot mess. Worse, the keys to the apartment â and the car- were in your purse that Ayno had politely coat-checkedâŚright by the front doors of the buildingâŚso any thoughts of sneaking out an exit door on another floor and just going home without having to see anyone were dashed. You were going to have to do the ultimate walk of shame. The only good thing you could say was that it took only a heartbeat for you to desire Ayno back into the red GQ suit â and there he was- looking like nothing had happened.
As soon as you had finger combed your hair, adjusted your dress, and given up hunting for your thong, Ayno un-tinted the windows and released the door.
The hallway and elevator bank were mercifully empty.
If the elevator ride up had seemed to take forever, the ride down felt like an express. You wanted to just stand in the corner, but Ayno wasnât having it. He pulled you to his side and wrapped one long arm possessively around your waist.
You took a deep steadying breath, squared your shoulders and lifted your chin as the elevator thumped to a stop. The bell dinged, the doors slid open, and your heart began pounding. Maybe the system was turned off? Maybe everyone was so drunk they wouldnât notice you?
No such luck. While you were sure it wasnât really the whole room it felt like everyone turned to stare at the two of you. You felt your face go hot, and you were certain that your cheeks matched Aynoâs suit. Ayno, who wasnât the least bit embarrassed, kept his arm tightly around you and steered you straight into the crowd. You heard giggles, saw knowing smiles, got some judgmental frowns with accompanying head shakes, and a few hissed âyes girl!âs as you passed people. You saw Kara & Tenley over by the snack table, both sporting giant grins, who as soon as they caught your eye held up a cocktail napkin in each hand like Olympic judges- at least they gave you four 10.00s. You were almost there when Santa, who was in fact Ernie from Accounting, walked by and said âOoooo! Someoneâs on the naughty list now!â âŚand you could have sworn Brandon from IT high fived Ayno who simply continued strutting along unfazed, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.
You finally reached the coat check, and Ayno handed the pimple-faced college age clerk the ticket. He returned a moment later with your coat and bag, looked at Ayno and said, âWell at least I donât have to ask if you two enjoyed the party.â You snatched your bag from him and pushed your way out onto the freezing sidewalk, making a beeline for your car. A moment later, you heard Aynoâs laughter as he ran up behind you and threw your coat around your shoulders before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you the rest of the way.
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When you got out of the shower, Ayno was lounging on the bed shirtless in a pair of pajama pants. The intense gaze had never left his eyes, so you avoided it by heading to the mirror to comb out your hair. You were about three strokes in when you felt yourself being pulled backwards around the waist. Looking down you saw the red energy rope that was dragging you to your demonâs waiting arms. As soon as you got there, he pulled you against him and the ropes wrapped around the two of you, binding you together. You remembered that struggling would make them tighter, so decided to just enjoy the feeling of being forced against him without escape. The intense look in his eyes was now accompanied by an arched eyebrow. He knew your mind was busy. He was waiting.
You sighed. âIâm sorry about tonight. I know I ruined the party for youâŚI get so nervous & stressed about things like this⌠I feel like I keep questioning you Ayno, and itâs not fair. Never once have you not been perfectly clear about your desires, feelings or intentions. So, no more â itâs not your fault Iâm being insecure. I apologize for treating you this way, and I will do better.â
Ayno smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead. âI am not upset. I understand. The reality of me challenges everything mortals assume demons to be. We are all supposed to be ugly, deceitful minions of evil, not humanoid in appearance and capable of honesty and feelings. This is not about you or me â it is about whoever damaged your heart before I came. Your questioning comes from fear- the fear that you will experience the same pain again. I am used to this. Do you think I am summoned by people who feel secure and happy and loved? Quite the opposite. I am called to fill a void, and my temporary nature makes me âsafeâ. I told you, I will take good care of you and I will not hurt you. I promise this. You may doubt all you wish. I will just keep explaining it to you over and over and over until you knowâ, he said kissing your cheeks gently as he finished.
You kissed him deeply before meeting his eyes. âI already know Ayno. But Iâm happy to let you remind me as often as possible.â
And with that, Ayno turned out the lights, and reminded you again.
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prompt game | vav - ayno x fem. reader | roomate!au, friends to lovers | fluff
warnings - slight mentions of drinking/alcohol
requested - @excindrelaâ

The monthly movie night with your roommate has... escalated quite a bit by now. Itâs almost 3am and you have decided to play a little drinking game - two truths, one lie. Youâre already a giggling mess, because Aynoâs lies are becoming more and more elaborate with every round. âOkay, so, when I was younger, I had an earthworm for a pet and was heartbroken when it died, I was almost kidnapped by a mafia gang andâ, he hesitates for a few seconds, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips while he pushes his light brown hair out of his face, âI have a crush on my roommate.â You blink at him, confusion written all over your face. You laugh, a bit nervous all of the sudden, heart beginning to beat rapidly. âOkay, maybe Iâm crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud? You got abducted by a mafia gang?!â, you ask, and cup your own cheeks because they feel very hot all of the sudden. Ayno shakes his head, fixating you with both eyes, his gaze intense, and reaches out one hand to grab yours. âI- ... You confuse me.â, you whisper and duck your head, averting your eyes and fixating the drink in front of you - a margarita, your favorite. Your roommate slips two fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head so you have to look at him again. âYou had no idea, did you?â, he murmurs, and tilts his head to one side, a soft expression on his face. You smile at him, feeling shy and giddy and excited all at once, and shake your head. âAbout you being almost kidnapped by a mafia gang? No, I didnât know.â, you joke weakly, and Ayno grins, leaning closer. âAbout my crush, silly.â, he whispers, voice low, and then - finally - his lips are on yours.

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Someone said you write for VAV? I can't find very much for them...would you do a prompt? I like Ayno - he's so funny and seXy. Maybe number 47 and 49? Thanks...
47. âWhen I picture myself happy⌠Itâs with you.â
49. âI may be an idiot, but Iâm your idiot.â
A/N: Pink Ayno is my fav
âAyno!â You groaned as you beat his back. âPut me down!â He laughed as he spun in the practice room, before he placed you on the couch. You huffed as he dodged away from your swat. âYouâre mean.âÂ
âIâm not mean. Iâm your lovable boyfriend.â He said as he winked at you.
âNo youâre an idiot.â
âI may be an idiot, but Iâm your idiot.â This made you laugh.
âWell come on. Are you ready to leave yet or do you wanna stay and practice some more.â
âIâm done for today. Come on!â And then you were dragged out off the couch he put you onto.
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âYou know, you get really philosophical when we come look at the stars.â You giggled as you grabbed his hand.
âWell, I do know that when I picture myself happy⌠Itâs with you.â This made you blush and roll to hide your reddened face in his chest.Â
âKnow I know that when we look at the stars you get cheesy too.â
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KPop Astrology Masterlist
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better late

jacob x reader (angst to fluff, bad boy!au, non-idol!au)
a/n: i got a request for bad boy jacob. i think i deviated a little from that, but i hope itâs still angsty enough for you!
Youâve pretty much always been in love with Jacob.
You first met Jacob through your childhood best friend, Geumhyuk, who had taken the Chinese student under his wing almost as soon as he had arrived on campus. Jacob was extremely shy when you first met him â the opposite of you and Geumhyuk, but in the most endearing way. You had very limited knowledge of Chinese, but you tried your best to communicate with Jacob that way until he was more comfortable with his Korean; at some point, actually, you established a mutually beneficial relationship teaching each other the two languages.
It was probably then that your crush on Jacob became serious. Youâd always thought he was cute, and anyone who was a friend of Geumhyukâs was pretty much automatically a good guy (to be perfectly honest, your mom had been pushing for you to marry him since the two of you were teenagers, and objectively you could see why â but ew, he was like your brother!) in your book. He seemed a little brooding at first, sure, but once you cracked open Jacobâs shell he turned out to be a total softie. Your heart was positively melted.
And because you werenât really shy about your feelings, Jacob was one of the first to know of that fact. In fact, it was during one of your unofficial language study sessions that you first asked Jacob out on a date.
He declined. But that didnât stop you.
Some people would probably say youâre trying too hard, and you can see it â youâve been asking Jacob out for almost a year with no luck. Youâre in deep. But you just canât help it, you know in your heart that heâs the one for you â and you trust that instinct, you always have. Itâs what got you a best friend as amazing as Geumhyuk, so why would you possibly stop trusting that now?
But then⌠things changed.
Geumhyuk throws a party, which of course means you and Jacob are going to be in attendance. Youâve always been a lightweight, but that never stopped you from playing drinking games and taking shots with your friends. It wasnât like you drank often, so you always lived it up when you did; by contrast, Jacob would spend most of the night nursing the same drink. The nights almost always ended with you tracking down Jacob in some corner of the house where he was avoiding the crowds, observing, and talking his ear off for a while.
Itâs late spring, and Jacob is sitting out on the back steps. You wobble out of the house and sit down heavily beside him, immediately dropping your head to rest against his shoulder. Jacob lets out a little laugh,
âHow much did you drink this time, Y/N?â You groan, closing your eyes.
âWay too much. But it was fun.âÂ
The two of you sit in silence, looking up at the moon. The stars are hard to see from where you are in the city, but with the party lights lingering behind your eyelids with each blink you can imagine that theyâre right there in front of you. A breeze runs across your skin, and you scoot closer to Jacob and his sturdy warmth, pressing your knees to his. He gently takes hold of your cold fingers in his hands, holding them between his palms to warm them up.
âAh, Jacob, youâre the best,â you say, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. âNo wonder I love you so much.â
Suddenly, Jacob tenses. He lets go of your hands, and you open your eyes. His lips are pressed into a firm, thin line, his brows set solemnly.
âStop that,â he says. Before you can even question what he means, he suddenly stands up from the steps. Thereâs a look in his eyes youâve never seen before as he stares down at you, and you suddenly feel very small when he speaks again.
âYou donât love me, we arenât together, so stop talking like we are. Love isnât real, especially not yours â stop being so childish.â With that, Jacob turns and walks back into the house. The spring air suddenly feels freezing against your skin. You donât realize you're crying until you get back to your dorm and notice the mascara tracks running down your cheeks, and you laugh. You look just as foolish as you feel; just as foolish as you must seem to Jacob and everyone around you
You cry in the shower, and cry yourself to sleep, and after that you donât shed a single tear over Jacob.Â
Spring turns to summer, and you barely see Jacob. Not only because you both have internships, but also because you make the conscious decision to distance yourself from him. Every time you look at him, even if itâs just his back in passing, you canât help but hear what he said that night ringing in your ears.Â
Who does he think he is, to say love doesnât exist? Youâre equal parts bitterly angry and sad over what he said. Who did they think they were, the person that made Jacob feel that way?
Geumhyuk knows better than to ask outright why you and Jacob suddenly donât seem to be on speaking terms. In his typical dad fashion, he just tells you to be safe when you start going on dating apps and trying to meet new people, double- and triple-checking that heâs on speed dial in case anything goes wrong for you.
Sometimes things go wrong. Sometimes you call Geumhyuk after a trash date and the two of you just eat some ice cream together at his place. But then, things go right. You meet someone in the midsummer. Heâs tall, lanky, and has an enchantingly deep voice. He works at the same place as you, but as an intern translator for English-speaking relations. It starts with you begging him to teach you some English, and quickly evolves into something else entirely.Â
Heâs not Jacob, but heâs equal parts sweet and sarcastic and Geumhyuk likes him. You donât put a label on it, because you donât feel ready to and Lou isnât someone thatâs going to push you if youâre uncomfortable, but the two of you hold hands and go on dates and snuggle up on the couch together watching movies.Â
And yet some nights when your phone rings, you still wish it was Jacob trying to get in contact with you.Â
Lou goes to another university near yours, so you do still see him sometimes when youâre both free on the weekends after the summer ends. As a result, you still donât see Jacob very much at school. Your usual study sessions become less and less frequent, and you spend more of your weekends with Lou than you do Geumhyuk and Jacob.Â
Jacob knows it shouldnât bother him, but it does.Â
As the semester starts to get busier, keeping you on campus more often, you suddenly find that your phone buzzes with messages from Jacob again. It starts with him relating messages from Geumhyuk, then evolves into him asking you for translations. Occasionally he quizzes you on your Chinese, which is actually very much appreciate because youâve been slacking a bit without someone to practice regularly with.Â
And then he starts asking to get meals with you between classes. You find that your feelings for Jacob, while faded, still exist deep within your heart. You shouldâve expected it, you know that, but you canât help but feel sick just thinking about it â more specifically, thinking about Lou with those feelings in your chest.Â
Itâs barely October when you break off whatever it is you have with Lou (he just laughs and tells you he saw it coming. He wishes you the best and somehow thatâs the worst thing he could say to you.), then show up on Geumhyukâs doorstep with bottles of soju in your arms and tears in your eyes.Â
The great thing about Geumhyuk is he doesnât judge you. The bad thing about Geumhyuk is that he literally always takes a phone call, even if youâre crying in the background.Â
âHello?â He says, then, âOh, hey, Jacob. Um, now isnât a good timeââ
You donât mean to, but you canât stop the sob that rips from your chest. Geumhyuk runs back to your side immediately, and you can hear Jacob over the phone,
âWhatâs wrong? Is that Y/N?â You cry harder, so you donât hear what Geumhyuk or Jacob say, burrowing down onto Geumhyukâs couch and burying your face in a blanket.Â
But you do hear the rapid knocking at the door, and Jacobâs voice once he comes through the door. You wipe at your cheeks with one hand and reach for your soju with the other, only to have a familiar hand snatch it away from you. You scowl up at Jacob, but he looks pissed; you donât think youâve ever seen him so angry.Â
âGive it,â you whine anyways, reaching for it, but Jacob rolls it behind him as he kneels by the couch.Â
âNo. Youâre a mess, Y/N, whatâs going on?â You shake your head.Â
âI donât wanna talk about it with you.â He furrows his brows, and you feel a pang in your heart at the sad look in his eyes. Itâs not fair, you think. He canât look at you like that after the way he dismissed your feelings.Â
âStop it,â you mumble into the blankets, looking away from him.Â
âStop what?â His voice is softer now, less angry.Â
âStop looking at me like that,â you say. âYou donât care about me.â
âY/N...â Jacob seems to falter, and you chance a look back up at him. No matter how hard you try, you still love Jacob; if he seems sad, it breaks your heart. And he certainly looks sad right now. He passes a hand over his face, and when he looks back at you he almost looks like heâs about to be the one crying instead of you.Â
âIâm sorry,â he chokes out finally. âI shouldnâtâ I shouldnât have said that. Iâve regretted it ever since.â You sniffle and reach for his hand, desperate to comfort him.Â
âItâs okay,â you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. âI shouldnât have been so pushyââ
âDonât,â he says. âYou didnât do anything wrong. You were right about everything.â
âEverything?â You ask. Jacob lets out a bitter laugh.Â
âThis is the worst timing,â he sighs. His gaze falls to your hand still holding his, and he licks his lips before speaking again.
âYou were right,â he starts. âLove is real. I shouldâve trusted you from the start.â
âJacobâŚâ He lifts his hand, and you fall silent again, giving him time to speak. He seems troubled, and you feel absolutely helpless. For a prolonged moment, the two of you sit in silence, neither willing to break it with anything except your breathing. You wonder if Jacob can hear your pounding heart as clearly as you can.
âI love you, Y/N,â he says, so softly and suddenly you almost miss it. You lean in closer, certain youâve misheard, searching Jacobâs dark eyes as they stare steadily into yours.
âWhat?â You whisper, breathe, barely even words at all, and Jacob lets go of your hands and runs his thumbs under your eyes, cupping your face. You didnât even realize you were crying.
âIâm always making you cry,â he notes, sadly. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Iâm sorry it took me so long to catch up, Iâm sorry that I doubted you â but I hope Iâm not too late.â With your throat full of tears, all you can manage to do is shake your head almost violently at the notion. The space in your heart that Jacob occupies may have been boarded up for a time, but it was never empty, never could be; you were always watching for signs of life through the cracks in the wood. The Chinese boy draws you into his arms, rubbing calming circles along your spine whilst you ruin the shoulder of his sweater with your tears. Once youâve finally managed to stop crying, reduced merely to sniffling awkwardly, Jacob finally speaks again. You feel the rumble of his words in your chest.
âDoes this mean we have a chance?â He asks. You pull away, swiping at your cheeks with a broad smile on your face.
âOf course,â you say. âIt may take some time, but, you know what they say. Better late than never.âÂ
And it does take time, but itâs all worth it with Jacob by your side.
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Dead Girl Walking
Pairing: Reader x St. Van
Type: Smut 18+ (but make it musical)
Word Count: 1.6K
A/N: This is based on the musical Heathers and on the number Dead Girl Walking. Changing some names cause why not diversity. DONâT BREAK INTO ANYBODYâS ROOM TO FUCK THIS IS FICTION OK?! Also shits all over the place cause it is in the song...
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It is closing onto midnight, yet you are outside thinking of what had happened at the party. The Heathers set up this plan to hurt Emma Martinez your friend. Sure she was chubby and has a weird obsession over Ray Patil, the star quarterback in school but she was still your friend. And Ray was a nice kid back in the day but now he along with the Heathers; Chan, Mckingly, and Smith, are part of the âitâ crowd.** **
They dressed up a pig piĹata as Emma and were going to have her wack it. Youâve been feeling guilty for helping with the plan, so you yanked the piĹata out of the Heathers grasp and chuck it to the pool.
This did not please Heather Mckingly, and the Demon Queen put out that Monday morning that you were deleted from the âitâ crowd.
Now you are walking around thinking of how you were going to either fix this or get away from it. You could change your name and go to Seattle, it is getting popular these days. But you don't have a car or a motorcycle for-
The only person who you know who has a motorcycle is Van, the new guy. (His real name is Geumhyuk Lee but most call him Van cause that's all he wears.) It might be all in your head but it seems like the both of you have some sort of connection. You might even say you may have a crush on him.
One time you were making a convenience store run for the Heathers. Things kept slipping and dropping. For how skinny they are you were surprised at the amount of snacks they wanted.
âNeed any help?â You turned to see Van behind you giggling.
âUh yeah sureâ You quickly handed him a bag of chips, gum, and candy, hoping that you are able to suppress the blush that was trying to rise up to you cheeks. Even though he was dressed simply with a black tee, jeans, and a denim jacket he looked really good.
You guys talked while waiting in line. Now you know that his family is military and that's why he doesn't really get close to many people. Also he loves reading and beaches. Sadly you guys weren't anywhere near one.
You are just walking aimlessly when you see Van from a window stripping down. And man homeboy is RIPPED. Not only that but he has tattoos that just made you water. Well at least you can spend the next thirty hours getting freaky with him.
Seeing the light turn off, you climb the tree next to his room. Before Heathers can punch your clock, you snap off his window lock.
You crawl inside taking note on how bare his room is. Not that it was empty but that there isn't anything on the walls. There are clothes thrown around, books, some CDs and what not.
Sitting beside him on the bed you tap him awake.
"What are you doing in my room?!" Is the first thing he asks when he stirs.
You get on top of him legs on either side of him. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I decided that I should ride you till you can't anymore." With every few words you kiss his neck going down. "At the party Heather said I have to go." You kiss down his torso sucking here and there. "So now you are my last meal on death row." Licking your lips you see his tented boxers.
You pull them down to free his now hard dick. "Can I?"
"God yes please" You lick his shaft from base to tip earning a deep groan from him. Giving you a boost of confidence you wrap your lips around his tip. Getting used to having a dick in your mouth, you slowly took on more and more of it till you nose is touching the base.
Once you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grip your hair tight, making you even more turned on. You swirl your tongue around him.
"Oh fuck, you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing exactly this." He pulls you off of him and starts making out with you. As Van is distracting you he rips your button down off. He takes off both your blazer and the shirt off. Even as you're grinding down on him he can feel how wet you are through your panties. Thinking about how he can't have you waiting, he makes quick work with your bra, skirt and underwear.
Taking you by surprise he flips you on your back and starts kissing down your now naked body. Once he reaches where you most want him to touch you the bastard starts teasing you. He kisses around your core. Van also bites and kisses your thighs. Seeing him between your legs is hot and all but you are starting to get antsy.
Out of nowhere you feel a finger penetrate you. His finger curls inside of you as your toes curl against the sheets. Van wraps his lips around your clit sucking hard. You arch your back and your hands entangled through his hair.
Van takes a look at you humming at the sight. Your head is thrown back, mouth agape, love bites forming all over your body. He only dreamed of having you withering like this. Now he's dream is coming true and it's so much better as a reality.
He adds another finger, feeling you clench around them gets him more turned on. He was about to wrap his hands around himself, when you pull him up.
Growling you tell him "Put it in me right now!"
You flip him over you that you're on top again before you could do anything else he stops you.
"Wait are you sure? I don't have condoms right now."
"Look Van, I'm horny, pissed, and on the pill. Now I'm pretty sure you know the drill, right?" With that you sink down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation.
Once you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you, you start to grind against him. His hands gripping your sides helping you keep pace. "Remember how you told me you were numb?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't agree, to me Van, you're beautiful." You grab his face and kiss him.
Once you pull apart, with stars in his eyes, he asks, "Can I ask, how did you find my address?"
"Luck, I looked up to see you through the window."
After a bit of letting you ride him, he starts thrusting into you, causing you to yelp. He starts to thrust into you hard. Euphoria starts to coil inside of you with every thrust.
"Fuck me harder please. Make me forget everything."
"I will baby, I will." You didn't think possible but he went even harder. With one final thrust he sent you over the edge. You fall on to him trying to regain your breath.
"Wait Van you didn't came yet..."
"I will in a bit. And don't call me Van just say my name."
"Geumhyuk�"
"Yeah just like that." He flips you on your back again. "Ready? Cause we're going all night if we can."
Even though you weren't you nodded yes. His thrust started slow and deep. Van's- no Geumhyuk's lips found yours. He took your hands and pin them in one of his. You arch into him. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, soft mews escape your lips.
"Geumhyuk please just don't hold back, I need it har-" the snap of his hips made you lose your train of thought. The biting and sucking, him marking you made your head swim. Every moan that reaches his ears encourages him to harder. Still sensitive from the first orgasm it did not take long for ecstasy to coil and burn inside of you again.
Before you came he pulls out and flips you on all fours. You couldn't complain about the emptiness, when he thrust into you again. From this position his dick feels different. Geumhyuk also is going harder and faster, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.
"Geu- Geumhyuk fuck, more give me more please! Pull my hair, slap me please!" Your hands grip on to the mattress.
"Damn babe I think you ripped my mattress, for that you'll. Have. To. Pay." He punctuated every word with a hard thrust making you tear up. His hand comes to your throat and pulls you up your upper back to his chest. His other hand reaches in between your legs. Needing something to hold you grab his wrist.
"Touch me there, right there Geumhyuk I, I'm gonna cum again"
"I'm gonna cum too"
He feels your body spasm and your pussy clench around him.
"Ssss ow!" Lost in the feeling you scratch his arms. Biting down on your neck, grunting, he comes inside of you.
He sees you fall on to his bed panting, sweat glistening from your body, and cum starting to seep out your cunt.
Geumhyuk gets up and grabs a box of tissues to help you clean up.
After clean up he asks you "So what happened at the big Homecoming party that brought you here?"
Snuggling up to him you answer "I'll tell you in the morning but right now I want to sleep, goodnight" you peck his cheek.
"Goodnight, angel"
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Cursed part 1
Genre: horror/paranormal
CW: yelling
Length: 1k+
Summary: you and lou move to the house of your dreams but of course you didn't think the hauntings would happen to you
Pairings: lou x female reader
A/N: I'm sorry I never continued the series cause I lost motivation and thought at the time my writing was horrible so there's only 2 parts. Also a spoiler to part 2 at the end :) Tagging: @atinystaypixie đŚŹ
You and Hosung moved into this Victorian era house. It was Hosungâs dream house, he thought it was so perfect and it was his dream to start a family in a pretty house like this. So you moved in, but things started changing and questions were raised about whether or not the house was haunted
It started like it always did, simple eerie sounds coming from other rooms, the stereotypical cold air, finding doors open that you definitely closed and the feeling of someone watching you. You just assumed, like in the movies that it was just your imagination. Of course since the house was hundreds of years old it wouldnât just be quiet.Â
Upon Hosungâs decision you began to remodel the inside, taking down walls, getting rid of furniture, replacing the floor boards and things like that. Of course with every old ass house their was bound to be an attic or a basement. Lucky for you this house didnât have both. The attic was large and there were boxes and furniture covered in sheets and dusts scattered throughout. Hosung was downstairs working on sanding the railing and sent you up to clean out the attic. Looking around you found lots of vintage clothing and pics of people, who you assumed were past residents of the house. You came up to a big floor to ceiling mirror, it was dusty and covered in finger prints. Like in any horror movie youâd seen, the main character always blew on the mirror. So you did so as well.Â
Thankful that nothing jumped out at you you made a face in the mirror before continuing to search the room. And like any other horror movie you started to feel cold. Of course just like the main character you assumed it was because 1. it was an attic and 2, it was an old house. Youâre time in the attic was cut short when you looked over at the circular window to see a shadow move quickly away from the window. Hairs raised and heart beating out of your chest to scrambled out of there finding Hosung as quick as you could.
Hosung wasnât by the stairway so you called out for him. âIâm on the patio.â you rushed outside to join Hosung. Since it was during the summer it was hot and the heat always made Hosung feel sticky. âHere, have a glass of lemonade.â Hosung said pouring you one. He had taken his plaid shirt off and was just wearing a thin tank top. You smiled taking the glass and sitting next to him in the plastic chair. âSo how was the attic adventure?â Hosung asked. You hesitated for a moment. You didnât want to assume that the house was haunted and you didnât want Hosung to be discouraged about his dream home so you lied. âIt was boring. Itâs just a bunch of crap the neighbors left.â you said not meeting his gaze. âOh. Hey, is it alright if I invite the boys over after we finish remodeling? As like a celebratory thing?â You shrugged, âsure why not. Iâm sure the boys would love to see the house.
That night a sound woke you up. You were a heavy sleeper so you were surprised that such a faint noise woke you up. Like most horror movies, the character would shoot up out of bed and then leave the comfort of their partner and go investigate. But you werenât stupid. So when you heard the faint giggle of a little girl you knew better than to get out of bed. You wanted to wake Hosung, you really did but you tried your best to shake it off. By this time the summer heat was replaced by a cool night breeze and you shivered from having the window open. You didnât dare get up to close the window so you snuggled closer to Hosung, trying to bury your whole body in his chest. A wave of comfort washed over you when you felt Hosungâs arms wrap around your body and pull you close. His soft breathing and the slow pace of his heart beat quickly put you to sleep
Weeks pass and you were almost done with the remodeling. Things were starting to become more active and you would wake up at odd hours of the morning, the most common times were 2 am and 4:30 am, crying because of the nightmares that you were starting to get. Hosung consoled you every night and you felt horrible that he was losing sleep because of you. He was worried about what was going on but you always refused to talk with him. Another thing you noticed was that sometimes Hosung would get really moody late at night, usually before you go to bed. Things escalated when you would get into fights. Youâd never gotten into a fight with Hosung before and it was always about the house.Â
âI didnât remodel this house just to pack up and leave.â Hosung groaned throwing his dish into the sink. âI never said we should leave Iâm just saying that I canât be the only one who hears strange noises and sees thingsâ you were aggressively scrubbing the food off the plate. âWhat, you think this house is haunted? Youâre just paranoid.â Hosung said leaving the kitchen to pick up the food off the dining table. âI not paranoid Hosung! I hear giggling and and footsteps and my nightmares are getting worse.â âThen see a counselor for god sakes y/n. Youâre being ridiculous.â âIâm being ridiculous? Really, you think Iâm faking these nightmares? You think I wake up screaming and crying on purpose, none of this happened before we moved here. Iâm not making any of this up Hosung, something is wrong with this house.â âWell if you donât like this house than leave.â Hosung spat throwing his hands in the air. You stood there shocked for a second. âAre you fucking kidding me? You think Iâm just gonna walk away from this relationship and you over this stupid situation? Hosung are you serious right now?â You stopped scrubbing the food that obviously wouldnât come off and looked at Hosung. He sighed crossing his arms. âHow are we supposed to start a family if you wonât shut up about ghosts.â âI wonât shut up about ghosts? Hosung you know thereâs something wrong with this house. Both of us arenât acting the way we used too youâve got to think something is off.âÂ
For the next 20 minutes you and Hosung were at each other screaming and throwing words. You were fighting to hold your tears back but this was breaking you. You were scared of what was happening between you and Hosung but he wasnât understanding, you couldnât get through to him. You were cut off by a glass falling off the counter. You both jumped and fell silent. After a few minutes Hosung silently spoke up. âYou broke it.â Hosung said grabbing the dust pan. âHow did I break it, Iâm over here, it was not me.â you said sniffling. âWell it wasnât me. Thatâs the third time this week that something has broke.â Hosung threw the glass in the garbage than leaned against the counter. âIâm sorry baby,â he said sighing and pulling you into a hug. You sobbed into his chest, your body shaking uncontrollably. You pulled away from him after awhile. âWhatâs happening to us Hosung?â âI donât know baby. But donât cry, weâll get to the bottom of this. Weâll be alright.âÂ
Spoiler warning uwu: âNone of this wouldâve happened if we never played with that stupid game.â You sigh leaning against Jacob. Now Heejun and Yoonho are in the hospital,â you cut yourself off tears beginning to fall. âAnd Hosung is dead.â Jacob pulls you close to him and tries to comfort you. âWe thought it was just a game. We never shouldâve forced you into it.â Geumhyuk says. Baron said heâll call around for a priest and see if we get him to cleanse the house as well as all of us.â âBut that wonât bring back Hosung.â You continue to cry, Jacob rubs your back to get you to calm down. You stop the small talk as Baron enters the waiting room. âAny news?â Wooyoung says. Baron shakes his head. âThe doctors donât know whatâs wrong with them. âThatâs what they said about Hosung.â you say through the tears.
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âForgive me Father... for I have sinned.âÂ
The words left your lips like a breathless melody. The cold hardwood floor pressed firmly against your knees as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He stood towering over your kneeling form, his hands rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. The clothing clung to him tightly, giving hints of the toned body underneath the fabric.Â
He chuckled darkly, a sinful grin on the lips of that which was seen as the epitome of sanctity. The sound sent a shiver of desire down to the deepest parts of your core. Your body ached to serve him. He reached forward, grasping your chin to keep your gaze tilted upwards. His tongue dragged over his lips, prompting a soft gasp from your own.Â
How many times had you thought about all the ways he could use that tongue on you? How many lustful nighttime thoughts had lingered in your mind well into the day, while you sat on the pews of a sacred place, watching the very subject of your unholy thoughts preach about holy things. A pulse rang through your body as his lips parted and that smooth, all too familiar voice filled your ears.
âConfess to me, little one.â
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Anybody know of any good VAV fics? Preferably Lou x Reader, Ayno x Reader or St. Van x Reader? I can't find any :(
~Yosei
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Shake it off | ao inspirar-se, credite <3
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Can I request some vav make out or smut story that will be unfortunately interrupted by other members walk in in the middle of everything and don't stop teasing them about it. With ayno or baron.
Hello Anon!! OMG- so sweet of you to request something!! I never get requests!! Thank you so much!!
Ok, you gave me a choice, and since I usually write Ayno, I decided to write BaRon! I donât know if this was what you were looking for, but I hope you like it!!Â
Pairing:Â BaRon (Chunghyeop) of VAV x female reader (with a cameo by the rest of VAV)
Word Count:Â 1496
Warnings:Â Cussing, making out
2020 had been hell on your relationship. First your boyfriend left on a 12 week tour right before Valentineâs Day â only to get stuck in South America and Puerto Rico before his group finally retreated home to shelter from the Corona virus. But then they had been locked up in quarantine for 2 weeks because they had been outside the country⌠and then the agency had them sheltering in place for another month. So, when the âno visitorsâ restriction was lifted, suffice to say you were desperate for some physical contact.
It wasnât like Chunghyeop wasnât desperate too. But they were staying secluded, and the boys were busy working on a comebackâŚand then the agency decided to move buildings. Getting alone time together was hard anyway: you had three roommates and he had sixâŚbut your boyfriend was a little devious.
Your sweet BaRon had it all figured out. âOk! Hereâs the plan: Jacob is taking everyone out for BBQ. Iâm going to stay for the first course, and then Iâm going to leave and come get you from work. We can go to the old building- no one will be there. Dinner will last at least another hour, and then the guys will go back to the dorm. We can get a couple hours before anyone starts looking for me.â
It went off without a hitch. He left the restaurant and picked you up in an Uber right as you finished work. His thumbprint passed you into the dark, silent, red brick building. You could still see the outline where the A-Team Entertainment letters and the banners with the boyâs pictures had hung on the wall. It seemed a little sad.
 You climbed the silent stairs and entered the still, shadowed practice room. BaRon connected his phone and suddenly the sound system sprang to life with Bruno Marsâ âVersace On the Floorâ. He twirled you around before pulling you against him to sway in the darkness. Warm hands & strong arms pressed your body against his as he began leaving soft kisses on your neck.
âI missed you jagiyaâ, he whispered in your ear before he ghosted kisses all the way down to your shoulder. You sucked on his earlobe as you slid your hands down his well muscled back and on to his thicc ass. He moaned as he fit his mouth to yours. Your tongues fought for dominance with kisses so hot and desperate you almost didnât feel him glide the zipper of your dress down and the fabric slither to the floor.
Now Camila Cabello was telling you that half of her heart was in Havana, but your whole heart was right here in this deserted dance studio pounding in time with the beautiful man who was very sensually cha-cha-ing you backwards toward the couch that sat in the corner of the studio, while he undid the clasp of your bra with one hand. You admired his coordination as he casually tossed your bra over his shoulder without missing a beat.
You had managed to get his shirt unbuttoned â but not off. You did manage to get his pants undone, and they fell to his ankles in a sudden rush causing you to fall backward onto the soft cushions with BaRonâs luscious body on top of you. No complaints: youâd always had a fantasy about fucking in the studio, and now here you were. Totally worth waiting for.
One of the advantages to dating a dancer was his incredible sense of rhythm. You were enjoying that skill immensely as Chunghyeopâs hardened body ground against your heat in time to Taeminâs âWantâ blaring from the speakers. You moaned loudly; head clouded in a love-drunk fogâŚ
Until you were blinded by every halogen light in the room snapping on and your ears assaulted by a high-pitched scream. You let out a matching high-pitched scream in response, as you took in Ziuâs wide eyed horrified expression. âItâs not what it looks like!â you yelled. âYes, it is. Itâs exactly what it looks like!â BaRon replied.
At that moment, alerted by the inhuman sound Ziu was still making, Van, Jacob, Ayno & Lou rushed through the door. They spent half a second looking around in confusion before spotting the two of you on the couch. You knew you should have done something, but you just laid there in your lacy underwear, trapped under BaRon, like a deer in headlights.
Van started laughing hysterically as he turned around and walked to the far corner of the room, holding his sides as he dropped to his knees and pounded the floor, unable to contain his mirth. You felt your face growing hot.
âAAAAHHH!!!â, Ayno cried, covering his eyes, âChunghyeop-hyungâŚyou should be doing this somewhere alone!!â
âWe were alone until you idiots showed up!â BaRon retorted, âWhat are you doing here? You were supposed to be going back to the dorm after dinner!â
âI forgot my textbook and Ace wanted some sheet music he was working on.â Lou supplied.
As though summoned by the mention of his name, Ace finally strode through the door with the boysâ dog, Cash, hot on his heels. âWhat the-â he began as he took in the situation and then spotted the two of you still laying immobile on the couch. âOh fuckâŚâ he said with a roll of his eyes as he turned and exited the room again.
âAlmostâŚâ BaRon mumbled.
Lou looked at the two of you in disgust. âWhat made you think this was a good place to go for it? We sit on that couch hyung!â
âWell, we used to,â Ace responded dryly as he re-entered the studio.
While everyone was distracted, Jacob had wandered to the middle of the studio and retrieved your discarded bra and examined it, a devilish smile creasing his lips when he had spotted the tag with your cup size. He was now surreptitiously peeking around Ayno trying to get a look at what filled them.
âCobi! What the hell are you doing?? STOP STARING AT HER!â, Ace thundered, his voice tinged with exasperation as he reached up and smacked Jacob upside the head.
Jacob just grinned, but you turned eleven shades of red and tried to hide your face with your hands.
That seemed to trigger Aynoâs sense of propriety, and he unzipped his flame-sleeved Palm Angels hoodie (the one that cost more than you made in a month), and came over, head turned to the side and eyes averted, to wedge the jacket between you and BaRon and save some shred of your modesty. His chivalrous gesture was immediately ruined, however, as he whipped out his phone and leaned in for a selfie with the two of you. You laid there wide eyed & horrified as BaRon smiled and threw out a peace sign, and you heard the shutter click.
âDammit Ayno!!â you shrieked as he somersaulted away from you, holding the phone you were desperately trying to snatch just out of your reach. âI swear- if that ends up on your Instagram, I will break both your ankles and you wonât dance for a year!!,â you threatened vainly against the sound of his laughter.
A low growl caused Aynoâs laughter to abate and BaRon to lift his torso and crane around slightly as you leaned out from underneath him to see Cash in the middle of the roomâŚwith your dress in her mouth. Van was slowly advancing on her- hence the growling. He reached out lightening quick to grab one end of the fabric, but Cash wasnât letting go. âCashie! Cashie! No! Give! Give!â he commanded as the Sharpei tugged and shook her head back and forth. Seeing Ziu start to sneak up on her, she gave a forceful yank while hopping backwards. There was a horrific ripping sound as the dress tore apart and the victorious canine darted between Ziuâs legs and bolted out of the practice room and down the stairs with her prize. âCash! No! Sit!â, Van hollered as he ran out of the room to give chase, with Ziu right behind him.
You sighed. âI liked that dress. I wore it twice, and now itâs a dog toy.â
Lou shook his head. âThatâs it. Iâm out. Have fun.â, he said as he quit the room.
âCâmon pabo, letâs goâ, Ace said looking unsurprised that both Jacob and Ayno responded to the insult by moving toward the door, âLetâs leave loverboy to it.â
âAt least I have someone to make out with!â BaRon called.
Ace laughed, narrowed his eyes, and proceeded to yank his friendâs pants completely off, swinging them over his shoulder as he walked out the door with them.
You were suddenly alone again, and you both burst out laughing. âIâm so sorryâ, he said.
âThatâs ok. Theyâre never going to let us live this down, are they?â you said, still giggling.
Chunghyeopâs smile was still huge, his eyes little upside-down crescents, âNope!â he said cheerfully, âThis will live on forever! âŚbut I think we should take our chances with your roommates from now on.â
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(but also maybe) Lou, pm, ??, bartender au đâ¨
[9:50pm] You nurse your half-empty drink, eyes unable to leave the handsome barkeeper. He has told you his name earlier this night, his voice deep and a bit rough, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, youâre not eager for your date to show up anymore, simply wanting to enjoy Louâs beautiful smile and easy-going nature. When the night gets longer and your date has still not made an appearance, the handsome bartender decides to keep you company. He tells you funny stories from his job while mixing delicious drinks for you, sometimes letting you decide which ingredients to use. You finally leave some time after midnight, a happy smile on your face and tightly clutching the napkin with Louâs number scribbled onto to your chest.
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