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thesafecafe · 2 years ago

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OMG thank you for the tag! I didn’t realize my Taemin piece would inspire anyone 🤭and you did a great job!

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐗 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

(SLIGHTLY)YANDERE TAEMIN!!

TW: Manipulation, gaslighting, slight rough sex, breathe play, hair pulling, breeding, obsessive behavior, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (2), violence, choking!!, CNC (consensual non consent just in case), tears, mind breaking, oral sex (f receiving), role play, controlling behavior, degrading, praise, and cursing.

Pronouns used: None!

Word Count: 6759

Part: 1/1

Plot: After hanging out with Jinki for the day, you unexpectedly stay the night at his house, and when you return home your boyfriend Taemin is so jealous that he's lost his mind.

Inspired by: Impressionable by TAEMIN and Trust In Me: Mommy May Taemin by @thesafecafe !

When you finally returned home from your best friend Jinki's house, you expected your boyfriend Taemin to be happy to see you and waiting to hear all about your day, so as you entered the apartment with a big warm smile, you were expecting to see him on the couch with Kkoongie and Daengie, but instead, he was no where to be seen, neither were they. "Taemin?" You called out as you walked into the living room, "Tae?" You hummed and thought that they all must've been in his room, so you quickly made your way there, but as you opened the door, he was sitting there alone. The room was slightly messy and as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed you questioned what was going on.

"Taemin?" He slowly looked at you, the glare in his eyes caught you off guard, but then it hits you, when you left yesterday, you never told him you were going to be staying the night with Jinki, but you didn't know you would either, it just happened. "Are you okay?" You watched with curious eyes as he stood up and walked over to you, "where were you last night?" He asked as he stood in front of you, his tone told you right away that he was in one of his moods. It wasn't often that Taemin would get jealous when you're hanging out with his SHINee members, as he completely trusts them and you to be alone together without anything happening, but when it does happen, it's like he's a completely different person. "I was with Jinki," you said, taking a step back to put space between the two of you, the way he stood so closely made you feel unbelievably intimidated.

"What do you mean?" You asked, by the look on Taemin's face you could tell that he wasn't satisfied with your answer, the way he sucked in his cheek and bite down on it let you know that he was trying his hardest to stay calm. "Y/N," his tone sounded so condescending, as if he knew something you didn't, "do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, you looked up at him becoming worried, Taemin only spoke that way when he was beyond his limit, and nothing pushes him further than being toyed with. Nothing turns him off more than being lied to, especially about something involving his members. "What?" You asked sounding caught off guard, "of course not," you said, "look, Jinki and I went shopping, we got something to eat, went to karaoke and he had a little too much to drink so I just-" Taemin stopped you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a second to calm down.

"I thought you said you were going to the movies?" As he said this you paused, trying to recall when you first mentioned the wholesome friend date you had originally planned, for a second too long, you hesitated to answer, confirming the completely inaccurate suspicions Taemin had. "So you were lying?" Taemin asked as if he had already came up with the answer himself, this time you answered right away, "no! Of course not!" You said, finally the memory clicked, you didn't lie, you just replanned things. "We didn't go to the movies because they weren't showing anything we wanted to see!" Your words came out rushed, too rushed for Taemin's liking, to him, he sounded like you had just come up with the perfect lie, but really, you had just remembered what made you skip out on going to the movies. "Do I look like a child to you Y/N? Do you expect me to believe that?"

You looked up at him confused, you couldn't tell what made him think you'd even think of cheating on him, and especially with someone who's so close to him, and to you. "What are you talking about? I told you yesterday before we went to karaoke that we decided not to go to the movies," you explained, "didn't you get my text?" You asked, Taemin's glare became more intense, the annoyed look on his face quickly changed to a subtle enraged one. "What text?" He asked, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, "because I don't have one text at all, not even one telling me that you'd be staying the night there." You could tell that he was getting closer to his breaking point, your confusion as you looked at his messages to you didn't help either, but you couldn't help it, you could clearly recall texting him as soon as Jinki had reminded you of him getting jealous the first time you two hung out alone.

"But..." he snatched his phone out of your hands and threw it towards the bed, not caring that it had hit the wall, "it's like every time I try to give you the freedom to do what you want, you just show me why I shouldn't." His words made you look at him in disbelief, 'every time?' You thought to yourself, 'what is he talking about?' You sighed and decided that it would be best if you explained everything as best as possible, if not, you could tell that he'd just go off the rails, "Taemin, nothing happened last night, I must've forgotten to send the message or it just didn't send, but I promise, there is nothing going on between Jinki and I." This wasn't enough for him though, and it became clear when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it as he dragged you closer, "Why would I believe that?" You winced in pain as you tried to get his hand out of your hair, but it was no use.

"Obviously you like him, I'm not fucking dumb," he said, his grip tightened, your scalp felt like it was burning, "T-Taemin please..." your pleas fell onto deaf ear though, he had finally lost it, "am I not enough anymore?" He asked, "I thought you'd said you'd only look at me," you struggled again to remove his hand from your hair but it only made him yank it again. "You promised me that you'd only love me, you swore that you only had eyes for me!" You whined from the pain, but you were more worried about what he was saying, most people thought that Taemin was only joking when he'd say things like 'only look at me' or 'only love me', but they couldn't be more wrong, it wasn't usual for him to talk to you this way, but it's terrifying when he does. It makes you realize that when he sings about things like making people want him, or making people fall for him with no limit, that it's what he truly believe and what he truly wants.

"I-I do!" You responded, "I wouldn't ever look at anyone else!" You said, but you were only feeding into his insanity, you could careless though, not only was it true, but it was also what he wanted to hear, and telling him what he wanted to hear, would help you calm him down enough to talk to him and explain that nothing happened. "Liar, why would you ignore my calls then? Why didn't you answer my texts? Why did you stay the night at his house?" As he questioned you his grip got tighter, the pain made your eyes water as you shut them. "I didn't mean to! I was just-" he yanked even harder and you cried out, "you were what?" He waited as you tried to fight against the pain, "trying to piss me off?" You denied it quickly, "no! I'm sorry! I just lost track of time! Please Taemin, please let go!" You begged, this time, he let go.

Practically pushing you back as he released you, as you fell to your knees while holding the back of you head he stood over you, "I just don't get it," he said, you couldn't pick up on his tone, you couldn't place the coldness in his voice. "I mean, I love you so much," he said, "I spend so much time with you, I buy you nice things, I take care of you, I even pay all the bills and still..." he wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look up at him, "you act like it's not enough, do you not love me?" You gasped with wide and slightly teary eyes, "is this not enough? Do you want more? Or do I have to force you to love me?" You put you hand over his to try to keep him from tightening his hand as you responded right away, "No! No! It's enough! I already love you! I love you so much Taemin!" You couldn't tell, but the sound of your panicked voice confessing your love for him, made him swell with a sick feeling of love and obsession.

"You do?" He asked, his hand still resting on your throat as he smiled, the crazed look in his eyes made you tremble, "yes! Of course!" You expected this to be the end of it, but you were wrong, you gasped for air as he suddenly tightened his hand around your throat and tried to stand, but he pushed you back down with his other hand. "Then why would you do this to me?" He asked, "I mean, do you know how worried I was?" You tried to get his and off your throat, scratching your own skin to pry his hand off, "I didn't get a blink of sleep last night, did you know that? I couldn't help thinking that something bad could've happened," his sadistically soft tone mixed with the lack of oxygen made your body go into panic mode, you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he was going to kill you for his own suspensions.

"I stayed up all night so stressed and worried that my sweet baby girl would never come back home, while you were out..." his grip loosened finally, but only enough for you not to faint, just enough for you to continue to be too lightheaded to think properly, "with my best friend, doing god knows what," he pulled you up to your feet by your throat, his thumb pressed into a spot under your jaw that made your mouth water, "after I was nice enough to allow you to leave too, how could you be so inconsiderate? Are you sure you really love me?" Finally, he let go, you immediately took a deep breathe in, almost falling over again as your head stopped spinning, you could barely think straight, your brain constantly replaying his words in your head as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. "Do you know how badly you hurt me?" He asked, 'hurt him?' You thought to yourself.

Did you really hurt him? You asked yourself in your head what you could've done to hurt him, but the pain makes it hard to think, he wouldn't have hurt you if you didn't. Taemin has never been violent to you unless it was in bed, so with poor judgment, you decided that maybe you did hurt him. "I'm so sorry," you said, tears brim your eyes as you looked up at him weakly, "I didn't mean to, I promise it won't happen again," you added, Taemin fought with himself not to smile, but your vulnerability to him pleases him to a almost insane degree. "How can I be sure? How am I supposed to trust you? Do you know how hurt I am?" He looked at you in your eyes, although is tone said 'sad and hurt', his eyes said differently, but you could hardly pick up on it, your head was still pounding and the fear he had instilled into you so quickly made you feel dizzy.

"I promise, please, I won't ever do it again," you didn't feel as relaxed as you wanted to when he finally smiled and sighed, that relieved and calm look on his face didn't make you feel that he had forgiven you, and you were right for feeling that way. "Then prove it," he said, "get on your knees and show me just how badly you love me," his tone once again, wicked as his face fell flat, giving you no clue on how he was feeling, but you didn't care, you just wanted him to forgive you for hurting his feelings, you wanted to remind him that no matter what you'll always love him and you'll only look at him, so, you got down on your knees. "There you go," he said praising you just a little for doing what he wanted, his constant change of emotion had you in a world wind of distress, every second you felt like he was going to snap again and do something more drastic.

The feeling intensified as you sat there staring at the floor doing nothing, angry and impatience bubbled up inside of him as he waited for your next move, but you were still trying to find the words to say that would make him feel better. It was like you were too dazed by his sudden explosion of rage to realize what was going on, "Y/N?" Taemin called out, his tone is more gentle but it still makes you flinch, bringing you out of your deep thoughts, "are you okay?" He asked, as you looked up at him confused he stared back at you with a soft look in his eyes, 'what is going on?' You thought to yourself, "if you don't want to do this then we can stop, you know the safe word right?" He asked, but you didn't know what he was talking about, you have a safe word, but you weren't having sex, and to your knowledge, you weren't roleplaying, so why would you use the safe word?

Instead of trying to figure out what was going on exactly, you just nodded your head, "no no, use your words baby," he said, "I need to hear you say it," your mouth feels almost dry as you speak, "yes, Taemin..." but you can't hide how confused you are, and as his expression changed again, you stare baffled, "what?" You made a mistake, but how were you were supposed to know? You could hardly even think straight, how were you supposed to know that you were had made a mistake? "S-Sir, yes sir!" You quickly corrected yourself, afraid of what he might do if you said the wrong thing. "God, you're so clumsy," he rolled his eyes and huffed, "now go ahead, get to work before I change my mind, you're wasting my time." Finally you get it, instead of wasting another second of his precious time and energy, you quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"I knew you could figure it out," as he pet the top of your head you flinched a little but continued to remove his pants, as you tugged them down his underwear followed with them, despite the fear in your poor confused body, you were excited from the sight of him like this, just above the waistband of his underwear was a faint happy trail, and when you finally removed his pants, his dick springs out, slapping against his pelvis and standing at attention, the tan skin of his body, paired with the faint happy trail, and pinkness of the head of his cock made your body feel hot. "Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you going to prove how sorry you are?" You looked up at him and then back down at his dick, licking your lips before nodding and moving your body closer.

You took a deep breath before finally wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, out of instinct, you closed your eyes and slowly took him in deeper, your tongue lay flat above your bottom teeth and caressed the underside of his length, you could hear him breathe in deeply as you set a comfortable pace for both him and yourself. "Shit..." his voice trembles a little, but you focused on pleasing him, putting your all into his pleasure as you used your mouth to apologize and show him that you loved him. You kept this pace for a minute before going a little faster, never taking him any deeper to keep your breath so that you wouldn't pull off too fast, but Taemin didn't care about your breathing, he wanted you to take him deeper and he didn't want to ask, so he grabbed a handful of your hair again, in the same spot, and led your head himself.

Usually, Taemin is only a head pusher when he's feeling especially needy or when he was in control, so it didn't at all shock you when he started leading your head to take him deeper. Your eyes water though as he touches the back of your throat, to keep him from basically going all the way down it, you put your hand on the rest of him and move your hand with your head in hopes that it would be enough for him. "Fuck...you're so good baby," he said, "does it feel good to apologize?" He asked, his voice shaken as he tried his hardest not to melt from the feeling of your mouth, you just do it so well though, you've always known exactly how to please him, and now isn't any different. As you begin to feel breathless you try to pull your mouth off for a second, but instead of letting you go, he begins to fuck your mouth.

"Not yet," his quickened breaths let you know that he's close already, that meaning that you don't breathe until he cums, "just a little longer okay baby?" You looked up at him with teary eyes, humming against him to let him know that you were nearing your limit, but so was he. "Look at you," he licked his lips and softly moaned, his voice sounds so angelic compared to the way he fucks your throat, "you're so cute...and pathetic, what would you do without me?" That lightheaded feeling returned, and your lungs burn for air but you fight the feeling, "you can't even breathe if I didn't let you, you can't think unless I help, yoqu was made for me," he pulled you off by your hair, finally letting you get a breath, you immediately gasped, a trail of saliva and precum trailing from your lips to his cock.

"Isn't that right?" He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, "you can't live without me, can you?" The pain in your head becomes dull and your head felt like you were swimming, but his insanity guides you perfectly into his web, and with no thought behind your pretty eyes, you nodded your empty head. "That's right baby, you're such a good girl," he guided your head back to his dick, fucking your face even faster than before as you sat there like an obedient pet, allowing him to use your face as he pleased. You kept your eyes on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up and his face contorted beautifully, if being on your knees like this made him forgive you, then you'd stay there for hours, on your knees earning his forgiveness. As your eyes closed Taemin cursed, the soft throb in your mouth lets you know that he's closer than before.

A slightly salty taste in your mouth made you bring yourself closer to him, it pushed you to ignore your body's need for air and you forced your head further down until your nose hit his pelvis with every thrust, as he hits the back of your throat the taste returns, the precum building in the back of your mouth almost choked you but you did your best to swallow as much as possible. The feeling of you trying to swallow with him in your mouth made his knees feel weak, but he hid it well, "You're doing such a good job, now swallow for me okay?" You bummed an 'okay' around him and opened your eyes, his moans became louder, the sound of his voice was divine, the slight rasp with every breath and the way his voice cracked just as he was reaching his peak made your stomach tingle and as he finally came into your mouth he let out a heavenly breath, a mixture between a moan, a sigh, and a grunt, fall from his beautiful lips.

In seconds, Taemin's cum is flooding your throat and mouth, while some you can swallow, some pools at the back and front of your mouth, slowly dripping out the sides of your mouth, but he wasn't going to let you waste a drop. "You better swallow it," he warned, slowly he removed himself from your mouth and watched as you struggled. You try to breathe while also trying to keep all of the saliva, precum, and cum in your mouth, "if you waste a drop, then I'll punish you," although you were afraid, you couldn't help but throb at the thought of him touching you, maybe the lack of air is driving you insane, or maybe it's the throbbing pain in your head, whatever it was, you still didn't want to be punished by Taemin, so you quickly wiped up the dribbles of cum dripping from your mouth and swallowed, licking your finger clean after.

"Such a good girl," you looked at him and opened your mouth to let him know that you had swallowed it all, "now, clean me up," he didn't have to tell you twice, and without a second thought, you began licking the slobbery mess off his cock, making such to suck it all off and swallow it when you were done. Taemin watched in contentment, that craziness in his head had him buzzing with excitement, and seeing you fall into made him want to fall with you. If anything, Taemin felt like more of a slave to you, thank you for him, of course, he was the one who led you here in the beginning, but he was the one truly trapped, the way you looked at him with such a deep admiration and lust made him feel weak, his body was trembling with thirst and he knew no amount of his depraved tricks to get you this vulnerable would ever be enough to overpower the monopoly you have over his mind, that's why he's doing this.

"Stand up," he said, immediately you did as he said, you didn't want to set him off again, and your head couldn't handle the pain again, "aren't you gonna thank me?" He asked, "I let you swallow all of my cum instead of making you use your words to apologize," you nodded, still as absent-minded as before, and quickly thanked him, your quick submission is satisfying, but he wanted to break you down further until he could feel that you would truly never look at anyone else, ever again. "Strip," he sat down on the bed and waited, you stood there though, eyes as wide as the moon as you nervously placed your hands on the hem of your shirt, "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked, you shook your head.

"Then strip," he said, "or do you want me to do it for you?" Your messed up mind tan wild imaging him stripping your body, ripping your clothes off of you as you lord underneath him, the warmth from the thought made you think it wouldn't be so bad, but instead of testing his patience, you began to strip. Taemin's eyes drink you in, following your hands as you slowly lift your shirt over your head, the feeling of him watching you made you feel so embarrassed, he's always so intimidating when he's observing, and a part of you has always loved it too. As you took off your underwear he stopped you, "Turn around," you did as he said and stood there nervously, "Take them off and hand them to me," still following his orders you took them off and passed them to him with your back facing him. "Good girl," you stood there as Taemin tied your hands behind your back and unclamped your bra.

"Now, turn around for me," You turned around and looked up at him, the smile on his face made you feel relaxed, "you know I love you right?" He asked, his voice was a lot more sincere now like he was trying to be careful and lure you in, but it also seemed like he was being genuine, you nodded, you do know that Taemin loves you, so you didn't hesitate to agree. "If I'm being too rough, you can tell me to stop, so don't hesitate okay?" You nodded again, but he didn't stop looking at you yet, "I'm serious Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, if you don't enjoy it, and if you don't want it, then you can always say so, you understand?" This time you waited to answer, finally your brain had caught up with the current situation and you could truly understand what he was saying, "if you understand, use the safe word," the delicate look made you relax completely, "hot," you said, he nodded and kissed your forehead.

"Good," his demeanor changed once again, after confirming that you are consenting to go further he stopped holding back and pushed you onto the bed, you drag your body up the rest of the way and lay there, you watched as he undressed himself the rest of the way and got onto the bed himself. "My pretty baby..." he said, "you're my pretty girl," you gasped as his fingers touch your bare lips, he slipped one between and slowly began to rub slow circles on your clit, right away your body tensed up, the sudden pleasure made your head spin, you tried to close your legs but he held them opened, "stay still," he said as he moved his upper body between your legs, he moved his finger lower until he felt your dripping entrance, "you feel so warm, did being choked turn you on?" He asked, his finger slowly entering you, he made sure to be careful as he pushed his entire finger in.

"Or was it having your hair pulled?" You quietly moaned, the feeling of his finger inside of you was a complete contradiction of the pain from his fingers tugging your hair, the pleasure rippled through your body as he put his mouth on your clip, his tongue moving against your clit like water as his lips wrap around it. You almost screamed, you melted as he moved his mouth against the rest of your cunt while adding a finger inside of you, chills formed all over your skin and your back arched, you struggled against the restraints of your underwear, you wanted to put your hands in his hair, or at least be able to hold on to something, but with your hands underneath you and tied together, you couldn't do anything but become a slave to the pleasures of Taemin's mouth. "Oh...Oh god! Taemin!" You cried out, his movements became faster but stayed as perfect as always, he's always been so good at pleasing you.

You trembled and bit your lip, you tried not to be so loud already, but it felt so good, the warmth in your stomach spreads throughout your whole body and your toes curl, you can't stop your body from melting and thrashing around, he didn't let up though, instead he swirled his tongue around your clit while moving his fingers even faster, pressing them against a spongy spot that made you go silent, your legs threatened to shut and trap him in, but his broad shoulders kept them opened. Your hips uncontrollably buckled, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face, and you knew that he loved it from the feeling of him smiling against your core, he pulled his face away for a second and chuckled, "You're so cute," he looked up at you, "watch me, don't close your eyes," and just like that he went back down, this time he moved his mouth slower than his fingers.

Your eyes almost closed as they fluttered, looking into Taemin's eyes is a dangerous task already, but looking into his eyes as he eats you out like it's his last meal makes it nearly impossible, his tongue once again swirled around your clit before he pressed his tongue against it and began waving his tongue. It was a trick he learned a few years ago when he was eating ice cream, instead of just licking, he'd press his tongue against your clit, and slowly move it up and down in a waving motion. The feeling was like heaven, it felt so good that it ripped through your body, tearing you in half as the pleasure rocked you back and forth, this time you couldn't stop yourself from closing your eyes, but he didn't care, he just kept going and slowed his fingers just a little, allowing you to focus more on his tongue, he knows you'd rather have him inside of you than his fingers anyways.

"So...so good..." you moaned out, your stomach tightened, the muscles spasm and the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue and becoming softer let him know that you were close, the second he was able to completely press his tongue into it and feel your pelvic bone, he knew that you were about to cum, so he started moving his tongue in a circle and closed his eyes, he focused completely and bringing you over that point, he wanted to push you over the edge and he'd do it even if his jaw felt like it was going to fall off. "Oh god! Taemin! I-I...I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, he nodded his head, softly caressing your thighs and bringing them up to his head, he snuck his hands under your lower back and grabbed your hands, forcing you to come closer to his face as your hips rested on his arms. "Fuck!" You threw your head back and your back arched even more, before you could even tell that it was happening, a mind-splitting orgasm washes over your body.

Your muscles clamp around his fingers and you lay almost silent with faint breathes and moans leaving your mouth, finally, Taemin pulled away and licked his lips clean, "You did so well for me baby," he pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean too, moaning at the taste of you, "did it feel good my love?" You lay there breathless for a second before nodding your head, "yes..." you responded, "so good," you looked up at him as he positioned his body between your legs, this time he brought your legs up to his hips and placed his hands on your hips, "are you ready for me?" He asked, you nodded, you were more than ready for him, but Taemin wasn't going to give it to you that easy, and you should've known that, "are you sure?" He asked, "I want to hear you say it," he said, you whined at the feeling of him lining himself up with your entrance.

"Yes! I'm ready!" That was all he needed to hear, he slowly rubbed himself against you, dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit, the wetness of his saliva and your arousal feels so slick and warm, Taemin swore under his breath and bit his lip, finally, he slowly began to enter you, the slight stretch made you wince just a little but the moment he had fully bottomed out inside of you, that slight pain had completely disappeared. Taemin filled you up beautifully, every inch of him touched your walls, without even trying, he was pressed against that same spongy spot that made you see stars before, he wasn't even moving yet and you were already trembling and moaning. "You...you feel so good!" You looked up at him with such a wild desire in your eyes, it was so intense that Taemin couldn't help but become oversexed himself.

"It does baby?" He asked, his eyes low as he bit his plush bottom lip, "tell me how good it feels," he asked, he slowly pulled his hips back your toes pointed forward, your legs are weak around his hips, the feeling of his length dragging against your walls made your head feel just as empty as before. "So good! I-I love it!" You cried out, "I love it so much Taemin!" You felt so desperate, and when he finally stopped, leaving the head of his cock inside of you, it grew until you began moving yourself against him, saying in an unexpectedly coaxing "Please, give me more," the pillow like tone made Taemin's stomach warm with heat, as he looked you in your eyes he felt chills all over his body. Once again, he's reminded that no matter his amount of dominance and control, he's a slave to you, and all it takes is one simple look for him to be on his knees, ready and willing to serve and please.

"Please?" You pushed your hips against his, the pout on your face only adding to his downfall, "god, you're so pretty..." Finally, he snapped his hips forward and slammed into you, Taemin wasted no time in setting a fast pace, he was too lost in your desires to hold back and start slow. Tingles rush up from the tip of his spine, covering the back of his neck and head as you squeeze around him and lean onto the sheets, "fuck...fuck you feel so good," he sounded as if he could cry already, and you were no different, you whimpered as you became increasingly intoxicated by the mind-blowing pleasure, you couldn't care less about the pain in your wrists, every time the head of his dick hit your cervix and pressed into that spot, you felt your grip on reality slipping further and further away, it felt like you were floating, a puddle forms in your stomach, your eyes roll back and you throw your head back.

Neither of you speak, and you both were so enthralled by this ecstasy, your bodies felt like they were becoming one, like you were melting from the heat. Taemin's mind was becoming as blank as the sound of your tranquil breaths stir his brain, you feel like heaven. "Tae-Taemin..." you called out his name, your voice is so beautiful to him, he can't stop, he wants to be deeper inside of you, he wanted to be so deep inside of you that he'd never be able to pull out. "Tae...oh god! Taemin!" You squirm and wrap your legs around him tightly, holding him almost still, "fuck...it feels like...you..." he threw his head back and went faster, "god, you're gonna drive me crazy." You could feel him twitch inside of you, he was getting close already, Taemin was never one to be quick in bed, but occasionally, when he feel especially horny, he won't be able to hold himself back.

So instead of allowing himself to cum, he pulled out of you, right away you whined, you clenched around nothing as you whimper, "I know baby," he helped you up and led you to the edge of the bed, "lean over the bed for me," you quickly follow his lead, you know that you can trust him not to let you fall so you leaned over the edge of the bed knowing that he'd keep you from hurting yourself, and he did, right as you began to lean, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that only your head was hanging over the edge. Taemin pulled your hips up a little more, he forced you to arch your back and held your hand before slowly filling you up with his self again. The new angle made him feel so much deeper, you moaned loudly at the feeling while unconsciously moving forward. But Taemin stopped you, he held your body in place and pulled your back your hands, "Stay still baby, I don't want you to fall."

Your head feels like it's reeling, you whimpered and cursed as intense waves of pleasure cause you to breathe heavily, your eyes rolled back and you pushed back into him, your skin slapping together creating a lewd wet sound to fill the room. Your stomach clenched and you go quiet, you practically drool from the feeling of Taemin, and it doubles when he reaches his hand around and pulled you up by the throat, his hand carefully wrapped around you while the other slipped down to your clit, "I love you so much Y/N," your stomach felt like it was doing flips, your breathing completely stopped and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, "I love you so much, you're driving me crazy," you gasped and pleaded with him to let you cum, "wait, just hold it, you can do that can't you?" You nodded, but it was no way you could hold back any longer.

Taemin could tell too, the way your walls convulsed around him told him that you were going to cum rather he told you to or not, but he didn't care, he was too close to try to stop you. Your heat was melting him and the feeling of your arousal spilling all over him turned him on even more, "I-I can't!" You cried out, his movements became harsher and the circles he rubbed on your clit were looser and sloppy but they collided perfectly and edging you closer and closer to your peak, "it's okay...it's okay baby, go ahead...cum for me baby," his sexual coos wrap around your mind and you fall into it, just as he said, you completely unravel, your liquids flood him and your warmth pulls him in deeper, just as you cum, he follows behind you, cumming deep inside of you from the feeling. You sobbed, his cum filled you up so perfectly, you could feel it spreading and him throbbing.

Taemin moans in your ear, his voice is soft and angelic, he moves his hand from your throat and clit and holds you against him as if you were going to break. The euphoric feeling washes over both your bodies and as he pulls out, his cum seeps out, dripping down your thighs, you both take a second, he continued to hold you before carefully untying your hands and helping you get back on the bed. Neither of you speak for a second, you both lay next to each other in a comfortable silence, catching your breath and collecting your thoughts. The aftermath still not catching up with you as you turn your head to him and smile, "Are you okay?" He asks, "I didn't go too far did I?" You shake your head and laugh a little, you knew he'd get worried afterward, he's always like this after intense role play, "no, of course not," you kiss the tip of his nose and smile at him, "you did amazing."

"You sure?" He turns on his side and wraps his arm around your waist, "I mean, you looked genuinely scared, I thought you forgot for a second," he says, you shake your head and close your eyes, you feel sleepy already "Nope..." you sigh happily and look at him again, "I loved every second of it." Finally, after so long, Taemin kisses you, his soft lips melt into yours and you close your eyes, butterflies fill your stomach and that loving feeling you've been waiting for fills you content, you wrap yourself around him, already falling asleep before he even pulled away, "I missed you so much darling," he says quietly, Taemin like you, was also falling asleep, "I missed you more," he kisses your forehead and holds you close while muttering a soft 'I love you', as you both drift off into sleep, peacefully, happily, and satisfied.

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5.2k, android!Key, yandere, possessive behavior, alcohol consumption, drug use, police investigation, missing persons case, manipulation, loss of time, amnesia, delusions, adrenaline, rash behavior, kidnapping, needles, sedation, invasive technology, smut, fingering, breast play, penetration, vibrators, aphrodisiac, over stimulation, memory play, brainwashing, mind control (@starillusion13)

“Please, come back soon.”

Your eyes shot open and you took in a shaky breath. As you composed yourself you recognized your surroundings to be your room and the lack of sunlight let you know it was still night time. You reached over to your phone on the nightstand, checking the time. You groaned as you realized your alarm would go off in a minute and decided to just get up. Oddly enough you felt well rested, but this vague uneasiness was present. A dream you just had lingered in the back of your mind, but it was nothing but a blur that was fading away. There was no point in dwelling on a dream so you got ready for work.

What you should have been focusing on was your current case, and that’s what stayed at the forefront of your mind as you made your commute to the precinct. For the last week you had been investigating the disappearance of some individuals of interest. Unfortunately hundreds of people were reported missing everyday, but law enforcement rarely cared about those. Many were homeless junkies who probably just move to another city, or were later found dead of an overdose somewhere. Others were just average people who probably left without telling their loved ones. Or got mixed up with the wrong type of people. At least that was always one of the answers given to those who made a missing persons report.

It was extremely heartless, but most officers had murder cases and high-end robberies to investigate. Except for this situation. You had been given a missing persons case, well, multiple in fact. These people weren’t your average blue collar worker or someone society cared little for, but someone whose disappearance was concerning. From the stack of files on your desk you actually recognized a few names. These types of people don’t just go missing, and there haven’t been ransom calls either. It seemed clear that someone was targeting the wealthy class, but that was the only real connection among all the victims. Many of these people never really crossed paths with one other. They all had different backgrounds, professions, and social circles. The only place these people could possibly co-exist together was at big events like a charity auction or gala. Which does nothing to help identify a suspect. You had very little to go off of but your boss was certainly pressuring you to find something since those related to the missing individuals of the case were pressuring him. You could only imagine the type of threats and incentives he was receiving.

As you walked into the precinct you greeted your coworkers, although a few gave you strange looks. You ignored them all, wanting to look over your case and see if you had any new leads, or new names to add to it. When you got to your desk you saw that it was a complete mess, likely someone going through your things, and clearly some files were missing. You wouldn’t be surprised to find out one of your coworkers wanted to solve this before you to get a promotion or some kind of extra reward. Some of the others had wanted this case, but it was given to you regardless of what your coworkers said. This was just childish behavior. For now you focused on tidying up and then hunting down your missing files. You started by going over the case data on your computer and getting rid of unnecessary things. Although before you got to the second part of that plan one of your friends came over, rather surprised to see you.

“There you are. About time you came back to work, how was your vacation?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been gone for two weeks. The boss said you suddenly asked for vacation time. He was super pissed but you were unreachable so he had to give your case to someone else. You’re gonna get an earful soon enough.”

“What vacation are you talking about? I was literally here yesterday and-”

You glanced down at your computer screen, finally noting the date displayed. It really was two weeks later, but those two weeks didn’t exist in your memory. You just went to bed last night and woke up in the future.

“Y/n! My office, now!”

“Looks like it’s time for that scolding. Good luck.”

Your friend scurried off and you made your way to the boss’ office. You shut the door behind you, feeling the heat in the air, he was certainly fuming.

“Sir, I-”

“I know you’re a hard worker y/n, which is why I gave you such a high profile case. So tell me why you ghosted me and took two weeks off! This case is time sensitive and extremely important! Do you have any idea what’s been going on!?”

“No. Not at all. I don’t remember what happened to me the last-”

“So you were out getting wasted?”

“No, I-”

“There are so many people with eyes on this case, important people. You think they were happy to find out the lead investigator went M.I.A and someone else had to start over with this!?”

“Sir, I’m also-”

“They want you dismissed.”

“What?”

“You abandoning such a case doesn’t sit well with anyone who was keeping up with it. They want you to turn in your badge and gun.”

“You’re joking, right? I have been missing for two weeks and you couldn’t care less! I never submitted a time off request and I have no memory of those two weeks!”

“What are you talking about? I have your request in the system, and I never even approved it!”

“Sir, please, just listen to me. You know me, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, but I’m missing time. When I woke up this morning I found out two weeks had passed, and I don’t know what’s going on. This could be related to the case.”

“How so?”

“Like you said, this is a high profile case, it’s not really a secret who’s working on it. I was out investigating last night, or two weeks ago, however you want to look at it. I was following a common route one of our victims was known to take. I was in an area filled with high profile people and then… then… everything’s a blur… I woke up this morning and that’s it.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure… maybe I was kidnapped and interrogated… either by the culprit or someone who wanted information on the case… then they wiped my memory and dropped me off at home…”

“Y/n, you know-”

“I know, I know, this is all speculation, but you know I’m telling the truth. I’m missing time, and surely my sudden disappearance disrupted the case. It’s probably what they wanted.”

“Y/n-”

“I can do a drug test. You know it’ll come back clean, and I can get a brain scan. Surely there would be some sort of evidence of my memories being messed with and-”

“Stop, y/n, just stop. Everything you’ve said so far sounds crazy, and nobody’s gonna care. Someone else has already taken the case, and you do need to be reprimanded for your actions.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and it could be crucial to the case!”

“You’re already off the case. Whatever you have, you need to hand over to detective Choi. Then we’ll see about a disciplinary hearing.”

“No!”

“No? This isn’t open for discussion.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and I went missing! But because I’m not some member of high society you all couldn’t care less!”

“You keep talking to me like that and there won’t be a disciplinary hearing!”

“I don’t need one! None of you seem to care about what happened here, so screw you! I quit!”

You slammed your gun and badge down, loudly storming out of the office. Everyone watched as you went to your desk and grabbed your things. Then your friend quickly came over to your side, stopping you.

“Woah, woah, hey,hey, what happened!? Are you okay? I heard-”

“I’m done.”

“You don’t mean-”

“I do. I quit.”

“What!? Why!?”

“Cause no one listens to me.”

“About what? You just got back from your-”

“No, no I didn’t. I wasn’t on some two week getaway. I don’t remember anything from those last two weeks. The last thing I remember was investigating those disappearances and instead of concern I’m met with disappointment and disciplinary action. So screw everyone, I quit. I hope they find those missing rich kids.”

“Y/n, don’t you think this is rash? Look, just go apologize to the boss and-”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“If I do go missing, add my case to the others. I’m sure there’ll be a connection.”

With that said you made your way out of the precinct, not looking back. The adrenaline of the moment kept you going until you made it back to your apartment. You screamed and threw your things once the door was closed, collapsing to the ground. Now you could look back and reflect on your actions, realizing how stupid and impulsive they were. You had no idea why you reacted that way. Everything that was said just pissed you off little by little until you snapped and quit. In the moment that felt so good, but now you were just so confused about your emotions and actions. It didn’t seem like you at all.

Once you calmed down you got up and went to shower, needing to clear your head and process. The sane thing to do was go back and apologize, but you couldn’t do that, at least not empty handed. You had to continue this investigation without any information or authority. Thankfully you still had some case files at your place along with your own notes to look over. Although you didn’t necessarily need them. You knew where you needed to go. Back to where your memories ended. You had to admit you were a bit nervous. The last time you went out you lost time, a lot of it. You didn’t know what happened to you, and you also had no idea why you returned. To go back now, there was a chance you wouldn’t return at all. Still, you needed answers, and this was your job, even if it was just a moral obligation now.

You cleaned around your apartment and organized all the information you had about the case, getting rid of anything that wasn’t important and leaving it in your spare room. It was starting to get late and you knew you had to get going. The area you had been to before was only alive when the sun went down. You grabbed your bag and headed out. There was a strange sense of familiarity as you walked the streets, passing the same places again and again, although it was strange remembering you had been here two weeks ago and not yesterday. Things felt different and the same all at once. You kept to yourself as you walked, mentally going over what you had done before, and then you stopped. Where you stood was as far as your memories went. You had no idea where you went next or what you did. So you were stuck. You looked around, trying to see if anything triggered a memory.

“If you’re looking for a good time, you can find it at the Pleasure Shop.”

A gentleman suddenly approached you and handed you a black card with a luxurious letter ‘P’ on it. You examined the card and looked at the gentleman, a strange sense of dejavu creeping into the back of your mind. There was something familiar about this whole interaction. The gentleman kept a smile on his face, gesturing to a building across the street. You looked over and when you looked back you were completely alone. The streets were empty and the night was quiet. Something told you to go to this Pleasure Shop, so you made your way there. The building was very dull, it didn’t stand out in any way and was probably constantly overlooked. Even the shop name above the door was small and blended with the plain wall. You looked for a handle but there wasn’t one. Instead there was a small scanner. It wasn’t big enough for a whole hand, and too small for a simple finger print, but you soon realized it was the perfect size for a business card, like the one you had just been given.

You placed the card against the scanner, hearing the machine do its thing before beeping twice. You could hear something unlock and then the door slid open. There was a dim light coming from the inside. It probably wasn’t a good idea to enter, but something compelled you to do so. You stepped through the door, cautious with every move you made. As you walked forward the door shut behind you. Before things got darker the place came to life. White lights came on, illuminating your surroundings and your path. On the other end of the room there was a bar and a bartender, as well as a small little couch and table off to the side. There was only one seat at the bar, which was certainly an odd choice. You took small steps forward and then came to a stop. The bartender was motionless, and now that you were closer you could see the wires and tech on them, they were an android, and not just that. They had the same face as the gentleman who had handed you the card for this place earlier. It was probably a business tactic but something certainly felt off here, along with a stronger sense of dejavu.

“Welcome back.”

The android suddenly speaking startled you, making you yell and take a step back. They still hadn’t moved though. Although those simple words made you question something.

“… back? Have I been here before?”

You got no response. It was likely the android was programmed to say that to all customers and it meant nothing but now you had to approach the bar if you wanted any more information. You did so quietly, and took the only seat available to you. The android merely took its hands off the table, letting them rest at their side, not a word spoken. You stared curiously for a moment then a realization came to mind. You held out the card you had been given and the android came to life.

They took the card and scanned it, their right eye glowing a soft blue. They placed the card down on their side of the bar and turned around to grab a glass from the wall behind them. You didn’t understand the design as there was no alcohol visible and all the glasses on the wall were empty. Still, you watched as the android placed an empty glass before you. Although it wasn’t empty for long. As they slid it across to you it seemed to magically fill from the bottom with a mercury colored liquid. Your eyes went wide, and then the memories came flooding in.

Two weeks ago you had been in the area looking around for leads when you had been approached by a gentleman offering you a card to the Pleasure Shop. It sounded like some club, and you figured it was a good place to go and ask about your missing persons. When you saw the building you definitely thought it was some high-end place that was meant to be on the down low. Especially when you realized the only way in was by scanning the card you had been given, meaning this place was invite only, definitely something the wealthy class would partake in. You went inside, finding a place with no business and feeling like you hit a dead end, but your detective side told you not everything was what it seemed. You walked to the bar, realizing the bartender was an android with a familiar face. Probably some marketing strategy and budget restraint. You took a seat, asking the bartender for a drink but they didn’t move, which you found odd. Then you thought to pull out the card and explain but the android soon came to life and took the card from you, scanning it.

Now you were intrigued, moreso when you noticed the layout behind the bar. You were very confused about the empty glass handed to you until a liquid appeared on its own. You stared at it for a moment, looking at the bartender but they were motionless, not even looking your way. You figured you should at least enjoy the drink so you picked it up and held the glass to your lips. The drink had a lovely taste, and you had it all at once. Just as you put the glass down you began to feel dizzy. For a second you were worried and then a breathtaking euphoria took over all your senses. You felt so at ease, and so happy, all your worries completely washed away. You nearly fell out of your seat, but you vaguely noticed the bartender holding you up before taking you into their arms and carrying you elsewhere. In the moment you couldn’t put the pieces together, but you were absolutely on cloud nine. When you closed your eyes you found yourself somewhere completely different and beautiful, feeling as if you were living in a perfect world. There was no pain, or sadness, nothing but joy and endless wonder.

Time had no meaning, not that it mattered. You thought this could last forever, but eventually you laid down on the beautiful meadow. The soft grass becoming solid. You suddenly found it hard to move, your entire body feeling cold. The beautiful blue sky began to fade from your vision, replaced by a white light hanging above your head. You shook your head, reality starting to settle back in, and you were trying to properly snap out of this daze as soon as possible. You soon realized you were strapped down on a table, arms and legs restrained. You tried to free yourself to no avail. You took in your surroundings, noticing your things spread out on a table nearby, and some medical equipment around. This seemed to be some sort of lab. Then you heard a door open, seeing the android walk in with a tray.

“Who are you!? What do you think you’re doing!? Let me go!”

The android set the tray down on a cart nearby, bringing it over. You could see a needle and some tech but you had no idea what it was for. Either way, you were nervous.

“I am the keeper of exquisite beauty, but you may call me Key.”

“Who’s doing this!? Where is your owner!?”

“I move independently and follow my primary directive. May I ask, what is a detective such as yourself doing in the area? Law enforcement is rarely seen in these parts. Does it have to do with the missing persons case? Record shows you are the detective in charge.”

“I was investigating! This is kidnapping and obstruction of justice!”

“I’ve never had a detective here before, but I care more for your beauty than profession. You are an exquisite specimen indeed, although I understand your career can lead to problems.”

“Exactly! If you don’t let me go right now you’ll have my entire precinct on you!”

“Which is why I have already taken care of such matters. No one will be looking for you for quite some time. That is enough for me to take care of matters pertaining to you.”

“… what?”

“I don’t usually let such a wonderful specimen leave my care but you are a special case. I must tie up loose ends and ensure you return to me.”

“… what are you talking about? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Nothing harmful. I take very good care of my things.”

“I’m not some thing! And I’m definitely not yours!”

Key grabbed the needle on the cart, filing it with some liquid before looking for a vein on your arm. You tried to struggle, but he seemed completely unbothered and managed to hold your arm still as he pushed the needle in. All you could do was watch the contents be emptied out into you.

“What is that!? What did you give me!?”

“A sedative.”

Key put the needle down, grabbing the other items off the tray. Now you could see what they were. It was similar in design to what he had, like a headset, but less complicated. He gently lifted your head and adjusted the device on you. It wrapped around the back of your head and stayed in place by hooking onto your ears, although a disc seemed to completely cover your left ear. You had kept up your struggles but now you had little to no strength. You heard this device on you come to life, feeling something slither into your left ear. You screamed and tried to shake it off you but Key grabbed your head holding you still. His right eye glowing once more.

“It is a momentary discomfort.”

You felt strange knowing something was crawling around the inside of your head, but you soon adjusted to the sensation, beginning to feel oddly calm. Perhaps the sedation was really taking hold.

“Good, now we may continue.”

Key’s hands moved down your body, and that’s when you realized you were in different clothes. It seemed to be a white hospital gown, although this one had buttons going down your right side. He began to undo them and open the gown, revealing your naked body. He took in the sight before him, seeming to enjoy the view as a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

“Beautiful.”

You heard a click and then felt Key pushing your legs apart, having them hang off the side of the table. Now you were completely exposed to him. Key unlatched a part of the table and folded it down, allowing him better access to you. Soon enough you felt cold fingers running along your core, followed by a little shock to your clit. You jumped a bit, still held down by your restraints.

“An exquisite specimen indeed. My data shows this would be a first time for you, I am honored.”

“No… no I…”

“There’s no need to be shy. A profession like yours would not leave you with much time to socialize.”

You felt his fingers along your center once more, and then one effortlessly slid in, coated in some warm lube. It was a new sensation, especially when you felt his finger start vibrating. It was a low thrum but a pleasurable one nonetheless. His finger moved agonizingly slow, as if he was being delicate with you. Then a second finger was added, the same wonderful thrum sending ripples of joy across your body. With two fingers he managed to go deeper, finding your sweet spot and starting to tease that. One sensation was piled atop another and another. Despite being exposed, despite the coldness of the lab, you felt warm. A little bundle of heat forming down below, slowly growing and growing.

“I have something more for you.”

You barely registered Key’s words, more focused on the sudden empty feeling inside you. Although that didn’t last before you felt something bigger against your core. You glanced down just as you saw Key pushing in his cock. He was slow and attentive, not wanting to cause you pain. The stretch made you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling something indescribable. This was your first, and he was so gentle. As he went in inch by inch, you began to feel a familiar thrum, letting out a desperate moan. You felt as if he would keep going forever, but eventually he came to a stop, letting you feel every bit of him and adjust before he started moving. Of course he had such patience to move slow and steady, nearly pulling out all the way before going right back in.

Vibrating fingers began to trail along your body, making you squirm and lightly pull on your restraints. You still didn’t have much strength to move, not that you’d want to get away from this. As his fingers reached your nipples you mewled, feeling the vibrations tickling something delicate inside you. He stayed there for a moment before one of his hands trailed up to your face, losing their vibration. He ran his thumb along your lips before pushing a finger into your mouth. A sweet taste coated it and you couldn’t help but suck on it like a lollipop. You were starting to feel dizzy as he swirled his finger around before pulling it out with a loud pop. That same finger trailed down your chest, leaving a cold trail of your saliva before getting down to your core and massaging your clit, that wonderful thrum returning.

By now Key was moving faster, the vibrations stronger. The heat was only getting bigger and bigger, meaning you were so close to the edge. Key was well aware of this, yet he unlocked the restraints on your arms and pulled you up closer to him. You could see his face through hazy vision, seeing that satisfied grin still present. He kept a steady rhythm regardless of his pace. That was the thing about sex androids. Their stamina was endless and if you let them, you’d be completely at their mercy. That’s exactly where you were, having completely forgotten just what kind of predicament you were in. By now your body lazily moved with his, wanting to get as much pleasure as you could. He kept an arm wrapped around your waist, the other down between your legs before moving it away and caressing your face.

“Cum.”

It was a command your body had no choice but to obey. You felt yourself fall over the edge, throwing your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your entire body shook in his grasp, squeezing him tightly as he kept moving and the vibrations continued to shake your sensitive self. Not to mention the other sensations. You swear your vision went white, but it wasn’t for a moment. All the right things were firing off, overwhelming you with this euphoric feeling, but there was no coming down from it. The same sensation kept playing in your body over and over again for a good minute, as if you were going through one orgasm after another and another. It was a feedback loop of pleasure that left you with your mouth hanging open and drool dripping down onto your chest.

The feeling did eventually settle down and you found yourself resting your head against Key’s chest, breathing heavily and very overstimulated. He had stopped his movements, everything still, but he remained inside you. As you were coming down from your high Key grabbed your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze. You couldn’t see clearly but a stupid smile decorated your lips. Now that you were getting back to yourself you began to remember the circumstances that brought you here. You tried to move away, but your strength wasn’t there, and the smallest move just sent tingles along your body, hitting you with just a fraction of what you had just experienced. It was hard to do anything, and once Key noticed you regaining your senses you felt a subtle thrumming between your legs. A shaky moan escaped you, still very sensitive after that experience. Yet, you had some sense of self.

“Wat… what are you… doing…?”

“Providing pleasure. You see when humans achieve orgasm, for that small little moment the mind is blank. No worries, no pain, just pleasure. The little device on your head is monitoring your brain waves with the intention of learning how to mimic that blissful state of mind. It managed to do so a moment ago. That seemingly endless orgasm as it kept those particular neurons in your brain firing. Of course it takes a bit to perfect, but we have plenty of time.”

“… you… you did this… to others… didn’t you…”

“My beautiful specimens need to be taken care of. My drinks are nothing compared to the bliss of a blank mind.”

“… why… how… how are you…”

“Like I said before, I’m the keeper of exquisite beauty. I don’t care for status.”

“… that means… others…”

“When I see a wonderful specimen I will have them. Although, when it comes to you, I need to do more. You have valuable information, and there’s something I need you to do for me.”

“… what…?”

You didn’t get a response as Key pressed his lips to yours. That sweet taste from before hitting your tongue and making your mind fuzzy. You were in too deep, and Key wasn’t going to let you get away.

You yelled and jumped out of your seat, stepping away from the bar. You were breathing heavily as the memories settled in, showing you the truth. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it, but every ounce of your being was telling this was real. This whole time Key had merely been watching you, silently. You knew you needed to leave this place, you needed to leave this place now.

“Sit.”

Key’s voice startled you out of your own thoughts. His eye was glowing again, and something inside you seemed to calm down. After a moment your body moved on its own, going back over to the bar and sitting down. You were terrified. Even if you remembered being in this place, remembered what Key had done to you, there were still gaps in your memory.

“Did you do as I asked?”

“… yes…”

Your lips moved on their own, and you had no idea what he was asking about, but you knew what the correct answer was.

“You quit your job?”

“Yes.” Your eyes went wide. “How-”

“And destroyed all the vital data from your case?”

“Yes.” You were starting to panic. “What does this-”

“No one will be able to track you here, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Key pushed the drink closer to you. “Drink.”

Your mind was racing, yet your hand moved to grab the glass, lifting it off the table. You fought against your body, the adrenaline in your system filing you with panic.

“You… you… your responsible for all the missing-”

“They’re in good hands. As are you, now drink.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from placing the glass against your lips and tilting it up, opening your mouth to welcome the sweet liquid. As soon as the glass hit the table you felt dizzy, trying to fight against this feeling, but it was all too familiar, and comforting, and so wonderfully rewarding. A smile spread across your lips before you collapsed onto the bar table. Entering a blissful dream you wouldn’t wake up from again. Key watched on with a smile on his face. Another exquisite beauty for his collection.

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xoalsoxtt · 7 months ago

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Be careful little girl PART 1

Taemin×Reader(fem)

sugar daddy sites... those websites are my job. I am 18 years old and I need to go to university but I am not someone who will study at any university. I will go to a private university and of course I need money for this. I am sorry but unfortunately I do not hate myself enough to work for myself.

Generally, not everyone knows that I am a whore and I try to do my job at home, but that day I went to a bar and found myself a 29-year-old man.

Actually, I didn't find him, he found me and tried to talk to me. But I was so drunk that I couldn't even have a proper conversation, so he took me to a restaurant and said he thought we could talk calmly and get along. So, did I clearly find a new sugar daddy?

-Let's start from the beginning I'm Taemin

-I'm suyeon

-I won't make it longer. You admitted to me that you needed money, right?

-uhmm... right.

-If you spend certain days of the week with me, I can make you a large payment every month.

-huh?

-You heard that, I want you to spend some time with me.

-But will I start working right away?

-No, you can come to my house the next day.

-oh okay

-how old are you suyeon?

-I'm 18

-ohh young and crispy

-:))

-I have some requests from you because I will pay you a really big amount.

You will come to my house whenever I want, baby, okay?

I can fuck you whenever I want

You have no right to be with anyone other than me while we are in this contract.

I can do whatever I want with you, baby.

You will wear the dresses, nightgowns, sexy underwear and erotic clothes I bought for you without saying anything and you will show them to me.

If you do all of these I will pay you $10,000 per month.

-Taemin... can you give me some time to think?

-oh. Make your decision tomorrow and call me

-okay

*While we were hugging him to say goodbye, he suddenly squeezed my ass. It's not that I didn't like it, he's handsome and I can't understand how he hasn't married yet, but he's a bit of a cold person*

#taemin #lee taemin #yandere #smut #shinee #taemin smut #choi minho #kim kibum #kim jonghyun #lee jinki #kpop #sugardaddy #fanfic

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evenyvn · 1 month ago

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GUILTY

devil!reader x (fallen)angel!seonghwa

summary : through whispered temptations, you lured seonghwa into your sinful arms, making him fall not by force, but by choice. when his halo cracked and his wings dimmed, you should have felt victorious. but guilt cut deeper than sin.

cw : gn!reader, yandere!reader, reader is very manipulative, kissing, seonghwa is a victim but he likes it tbh, classic fallen angel troupe, the whole thing is just a word vomit tbh, lmk if there's something that i missed bcs I'm shyt at writing tags.

someone pls tell seonghwa to stop being so majestic so i can write for the others as well smh. inspired by guilty by taemin and so beautiful by drp ian.

There had never been a more perfect angel than Park Seonghwa.

The heavens sang his name, the stars bent toward his light, and even the gods marveled at his grace. His fluttering hair white and pure as his wings stretched across the sky like beams of the sun, his voice carried the weight of divinity itself, and his touch was said to heal the wounded. He was untouchable, untainted, sacred.

And YOU wanted him.

You wanted him the way mortals craved salvation, the way sinners begged for forgiveness. But you were no fool begging at the feet of a saint. No, you were a devil, a ruler of the underworld, a master of manipulation. You did not kneel for angels; you made angels kneel for you.

And so, you set your plan into motion.

At first, you only watched from afar. You sat at the edges of the heavens, between hell and heaven, hidden in the places where light did not reach, studying Seonghwa with a fascination that bordered on obsession.

He was everything the scriptures promised—kind beyond reason, beautiful beyond compare, good in a way that made you ache with something you could not name.

But goodness could be twisted. Purity could be tainted. Even the holiest of creatures could fall.

And Seonghwa… Seonghwa soon will too.

It started with whispered words, planted like seeds in his mind.

"Do you ever wonder if there’s more than heaven?" you said under the shadow on the edge of the heaven were you finally catch seonghwa wandering alone.

"Is it not lonely, being so perfect? Do they love you, or do they love what you represent?" you make your voice soft and as innocent as a child with their curiosity.

"Do you ever tire of belonging to them?"

Seonghwa resisted at first. Of course, he did. He was an angel, a being of unwavering faith. But you were patient. You fed him doubts laced with honey, dripped temptation into his ear like a gentle lullaby. And slowly, so slowly, Seonghwa began to listen.

The first time he sought you out, it was with guilt weighing heavy in his eyes.

"I should not be here," he had said, voice barely above a whisper.

And yet, he stayed. He stayed, and even come again and again.

You did not touch him, not yet. You did not rush. You let Seonghwa come by himself, let him wade deeper into your world, let him take one step closer every time you met.

You never forced him.

Seonghwa choose to fall.

The first time Seonghwa touched you, it was a hesitant brush of his fingertips against your cheek, as if seeking proof that you were real. The heavens did not tremble that day, but you swore you felt the shift in the universe.

And then, one night, where the heavens and hell unaware, Seonghwa kissed you.

It was soft, hesitant, the touch of someone who had never known sin. But the moment both of your lips met, Seonghwa broke.

You could see it in the way his breath hitched, in the way his hands fisted into your dark clothes like a drowning man clinging to salvation. But you knew better. Seonghwa was not drowning—he was burning.

And he liked it.

That was the night Seonghwa fell.

The moment your lips parted, the heavens screamed. The white glow of his wings flickered, his halo cracked, and a terrible silence followed. The kind that only came before ruin.

Seonghwa staggered back, horror dawning in his eyes as he clutched his chest, as if trying to hold onto whatever grace he had left.

"What have I done?" he whispered.

But you only smiled, cupping his face with a gentleness that no devil should possess.

"You are mine now."

Seonghwa did not return to heaven. He could not.

His wings, once white and pure, were now dusted with the faintest trace of shadow. His halo, once blinding, had dulled to the dim glow of a dying star. He was still beautiful—of course, he was—but he was no longer perfect.

And yet, to you, he was even more divine than before.

You worshipped him as if he were a god. You built him a throne of midnight and fire, adorned him in silks that shimmered like the cosmos, kissed his knuckles like he was the ruler of their world. You whispered prayers of devotion against his skin,

"my love, my angel, my everything."

Seonghwa was yours.

But then why… did victory taste so bitter?

Late at night, when Seonghwa thought you were asleep, he would pray. His hands clasped together, his head bowed, pleading to a god who no longer answered him.

"Forgive me."

"I was weak."

"I loved where I should not have loved."

You never let him see the way those words destroyed you.

Because for all your clever tricks, for all your manipulation, for all your power, there was one thing you had never accounted for—guilt.

Not just Seonghwa’s. Yours.

Because Seonghwa had fallen. And you had pushed him.

And now, you both trapped.

A sinner and a saint, bound by love.

Bound by ruin.

divider by @.aquazero | likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated ♡

#honestly every dpr ian music fits this fanfic esp the mito album #this is really word vomit sorry #✦;; seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez fanfic #yandere!reader #yandere reader

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 2 months ago

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❝ The reason I survived in hell - was for you, it was not for me. ❞

Ω!reader x α!jeong-hyun | omegaverse AU, fluff, NSFW | sub. bttm. reader (AFAB) | reader has had top surgery and bottom growth | wc: 14k

warnings: mentions of dog fights, CA, graphic description of violence, power imbalance, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugs, stalking, mentions of torture, omegaverse element (heat/rut)

masterlist: how you met (mob yanderes) : pt. 1 (K.JH); pt. 2 (K, JH); pt.3 (K. JH)

authors note: first patreon post, gah! it's a big boy, but i truly did have so much fun writing this! once again, thank you so much for your support and i hope you enjoy this~

*songs on repeat: nervous by the neighbourhood, Guilty by Taemin, Darwinism by Halsey

* YN is described as wearing more fem. clothing as he performs.

Her tongue is the only comfort he knows. Those hazel eyes, dark and light all the same, glimmering as she nosed at the open scar on his arms. It stings — no, it aches. That big mouth with its sharp yellow teeth had grabbed onto his right hand and snapped tightly around it. He was sure his bones would shatter if he weren’t so old. His shoulders pulse to a senseless rhythm as she continues to drag her tongue across his open wounds.

Even when her mouth was the same as the monster's and her teeth were yellow and sharp — she comforted him with her warm belly and even warmer milk, giving him glimpses of a life he had long forgotten. Her mewling pups crowd around him, still too young to turn into monsters themselves. Too small and too fuzzy. Their teeth were more needle-like as they nipped and whimpered. Their muddy multicoloured coats would be scarred and torn apart one day but not today.

The boy turns his head, his neck too frozen and stiff from pain whinges, so he sucks in a sharp breath. Mama pauses, her wet nose pressing to his cheek as she sniffed. The scrap on his cheek made her push a gentle kiss as she adjusted her posture, now lying down around his head in a crescent shape. It must be nice to have that fur coat, he thought as he reached forward to weakly grasp at her paw.

She lets him, merely huffing as she turns her attention back to the bite on his arm. He’s laid on his side, the sweat and blood making dirt stick to him uncomfortably onto his naked body. The boy hears footsteps from the door, heavy boots slapping on the concrete while boisterous laughter booms. Mama growls low, her cropped ears pressing back while her entire body stiffens. The little ones, two balls of fur, stumble back with their eyes trained on the door. The shadows that move underneath it frighten them enough to have them rush to the boy. He grunts for a moment, pushing through the pain and sluggish movement to wrap an arm around them and pull them close to his neck and chest. He’s scared too. It was too open in this cage and he knew that even if he tried to fight, his wounds and the drugs that they’d given him, would make him too slow.

The last time he had bared his teeth, the men had yelled at him. Angry as they spit out those harsh words, the heavy rings on their fingers splitting open his skin when they backhanded him. The little ones wouldn’t be able to take those blows. But the men wouldn’t care — they didn’t. The last time one had tried, Mama had lost it. She’d been whimpering as she nosed and licked at its cold body. The men had taken it away and Mama waited, and waited, and waited.

The boy lets them nip and chew on his thumb while Mama watches the door when it opens he’d take the men head-on and keep them safe. Even if he’d black out from the pain or if they’d use the metal pipes and slam him down into the dirt, screaming at his face and mockingly calling him a mutt. The boy would be scared, downright terrified when that happens, as he thinks about the potential outcomes of fighting back he shudders in place — but the little ones would be more terrified, wouldn’t they?

He was small, but they were smaller. He was weak, but they were weaker.

The boy would protect them. He loved them too much to let them be taken away from him. They were the only thing that gave him comfort; Mama and them. He knows in a way, it’s futile. Mama’s had little ones before, they weren’t little anymore. They’d gotten big and their teeth were sharp, but the boy didn’t fault them for snapping their jaws around his limbs because he saw himself looking into their eyes.

That fear wouldn’t go away even when they were all big now with rippling muscles that chased him and blunt claws that dug into his chest. They were still little ones in there, somewhere, whimpering for a sliver of kindness as the men turned them into monsters.

Jeong-Hyun wheezes softly as the door opens. The little one's yelp and Mama growls. He wills his body to move even when it screams at him to stay stiff. The boy ignores it, crouching ahead of the puppies while he bares his teeth at the tall men. They shove each other, snickering as they reach for the lock on the cage and rhythmically tap the metal pipe onto their palms. He licks the front of his teeth, nostrils flaring as his broken nails drag across the concrete — the scraping sensation being felt in his teeth. His tense posture makes warm blood trail out from his open wounds as his veins pulse with fear.

The cage door swings open.

Amid the chaos around in this tight hallway and violent attackers, all he can zone in on is the sight of you running down the hallway and disappearing as you turn the corner. Confusion riddles his face for a split second — until a man rushes at him and slams him into the wall. These backstreet gangsters Beokseom hired were just like that asshole. They were teeth gratingly annoying as they tried to overwhelm him like a bunch of ants, swinging their arms around while they held the legs of the wooden stool or whatever else they could grab as a weapon.

Every time Jeong-Hyun gripped his knife, he could see the apprehension in the clench of their jaw. He could read them like an open book. They were scared to die but wouldn’t do anything to win this fight. They were the appetizers in the dog fights — little dogs who’d bark up a storm when a big dog was in the ring and run when it retaliated with the bone-shaking snap of their jaws.

Jeong-Hyun glances at the man holding onto his stomach, his eyes squeezed shut like a bitch. At that moment, a wooden stool leg smashes on his head and Joeng-Hyun’s vision tints with viscous red. He licks his lips at the metallic taste, raising his hand and stabbing it right into the man’s back. When he fights back, Jeong-Hyun can feel the way his muscles contract around the blade — when Jeong-Hyun pulls it out, he continues to hold him to the wall.

So Jeong-Hyun rewards his valiant sacrifice. He stabs him again and this time, his grip loosens. Jeong-Hyun grabs at his face, pulling his body upwards just as someone swings down a cleaver. It gets stuck in the man’s shoulder, deep in the bone and spurting blood like a fountain. It catches the attacker off guard, he whispers a name and Jeong-Hyun tilts his head at the boy’s expression. So young, so full of life — Beokseom was a piece of work hiring a teenager to be his muscle. He wasn’t a gangster, he was a meat shield.

Jeong-Hyun shoves the body away and it slams into the boy, he stumbles backwards and gets pinned to the floor by the warm corpse. More bodies drop next to him, necks slashed wide open or eyes missing — Jeong-Hyun had no mercy for the rest of the men. When they swung at him, his frightening face would morph into pure excitement. When they did land a hit, it was as if Jeong-Hyun couldn’t even feel the pain.

He was a monster with one goal in mind. To destroy everyone who stood in his path. Just as he was instructed to.

When they were kids, she thought the sun itself had blessed him. His hazel eyes were brighter than hers, glowing under the light while he cooed on his play mat. She’d given him his name, Jeong-Hyun; Peaceful, gentle, virtuous, worthy. It mirrored her name in a way. Seo-Yun — a gentle, prosperous omen.

As she walked through the club’s backdoor, her nose curling at the scent of seafood and burned broth, and as her heels clicked on the blood-splattered floors of Beokseom’s hallways she thought their names still reflected them. Even if crooked or twisted from the nature of their world — Jeong-Hyun was ever so peaceful as he leaned against the glass table of Oh Beokseom’s office.

Behind her, following her the whole way down, were her men and women in crisp white button-ups and black jackets while their hands hovered over their belts. Compared to the mess on the floor with their different patterns of clothes and shitty tattoos that were torn apart, her muscles were leagues above. A united front, a proper pack, unlike these mutts.

“I guess dying discretely was too much for Mr Oh,” she nudges the back of his shattered head with the toe end of her shoes. Jeong-Hyun breathes harshly through his nose, jaw unclenching as she places a hand on his shoulder. Comfort was a foreign concept to Jeong-Hyun, it was something completely unfamiliar to him while he was growing up. It took a lot of work for Seo-Yun to ease him down with just a reassuring touch — she’d never given up on him and for that he was grateful.

He shows her your blade, and Seo-Yun pinches her brows together.

The carnage around her reveals the story. Oh Beokseom could’ve died a simple, lacklustre, death but he’d fought back and brandished Jeong-Hyun’s courting gift as a way to…Seo-Yun glances at the brain smeared on the floor. He was a peacock, posturing and strutting around amongst the other underground beasts as if he were one of them; but birds had hollow bones and Beokseom was no bird of prey. He sang his songs too loudly and fluttered his fan of feathers to any teenage girl who wanted to brag about having a ‘gangster’ boyfriend.

It was a shame. He was a decent businessman, and the girls here were good at being Seo-Yun’s ears and eyes. If he were more cunning, the blade would’ve been left alone and so would you. If he were smart, he would’ve used you as a snake hidden amongst flowers — you were desperate, weren’t you?

You must be if you willingly worked here. Beokseom should’ve used that to his advantage rather than assume Jeong-Hyun would frolic so freely with you under his arm.

“You got angry and smashed his head open,” she signed as she spoke, noting the twitch of pain in his cheek as blood trailed down his fingertips. “Then got into a fight by yourself. That was reckless,” she bent her right hand slightly and tapped her chest with the tip of her fingers at which he turned his head away with his nose in the air. A haughty sniff earned him a pointed squint from Seo-Yun.

“You messaged me and said he was here as well. Where’s your singer?”

It was right there, the blue and white building with the words ‘POLICE DEPARTMENT’ written across the board. Your feet had carried you here, your heart pumping wildly in your chest as you leaned against the rough walls of the alleyway. Shuddering breaths rack through you as you stare at the policemen walking up the steps with their smiles free of trouble. With every blink you see that man in the hallway, that monster, with the blade he’d gifted you in his hands as he struck down everyone around him. That gentle smile, that violent scene.

You brace your hands on your knees, tilting forward and catching yourself with a thud of your shoulder against the wall. Your back is soaked, the cafe t-shirt sticking to your back as you find yourself kneeling on the ground and spitting onto the ground in an attempt to control the sudden flux of saliva. You wrap an arm around your stomach and will yourself to not upset it further. The meagre breakfast you had been the only meal, between getting kicked out of your only house to now seeing —

You cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering. A concerned murmur penetrates your silent effort to keep your food in your stomach, and a patrol officer kneels before you.

“Are you alright?” Her eyes were concerned, lips pursed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You dropped the hand from your face, her neon green vest drawing you into a trance as her kind face patiently waited for you to speak. Then, behind her, a long set of legs appeared. You recognised him from the club. He comes by with an entourage of policemen who are well past their prime but not their usefulness.

He liked to grope you while you sat on his lap, bouncing you on that skinny knee and cussing that omega bitches were so easy to impress in a drunken slur. You see recognition in his eyes and without thinking, you spring away, scrambling backwards onto your ass then up onto your feet.

“Sir, are you alright?” She staggers to her feet as well, widening her arms in a display of openness, but you conjure it as a threat, a trap.

The police weren’t going to help. You were naive to think that they would when they already turn a blind eye to the shady shipments of simple seafood restaurants in exchange for ‘free’ participation in the trade.

Each step added more and more weight onto your weary shoulders. For a while, you wandered around aimlessly and thoughtlessly, trying to make sense of what you had just witnessed and wondering how your life had somehow come to this. A shitty part-time job at a cafe with a stingy boss who’d complain about the stretched-out collar of your shirt, seeing your shady boss’ head splattered across the ground like a smashed open watermelon and now effectively homeless because there was no way in hell you’d run back to the club. The scent of blood stuck onto you, like the dampness of your sweat, and you made a startling discovery.

A spot of red had found itself on the top of your shoes.

The sound of people flooding in, their casual conversations and the cadence of their footsteps, startles you enough to raise your head. The sky was almost completely dark now, the street lamps and shop lights illuminating your path. Couples walk past you, offering you a glance of curiosity and pity. You wrap your arms around yourself and reach to check if you have anything on your face — spit or blood. Your hands were clean but they were still shaking. The street was so open, that you take a step to safety but go rigid. Ha-Joon had kicked you out. Your things were back in that damned changing room. The realization causes your shoulders to slump and you stop in place, breathing a rattling sigh.

You had nowhere to go. All that hard work, those sacrifices you made to claw your way through the mud in hopes of living a comfortable life and you found yourself pulled into the earth. Just work hard, people have told you, and then everything will be more or less smooth sailing. Maybe it was your fault, after all, that advice didn’t apply to getting your hands dirty with gangsters, did it? Even if you didn’t do anything bad, even if you told yourself you were desperate, was it worth it in the end?

You despised your father for taking these predatory loans, maybe you were his son and now you’re just doomed to repeat his mistakes.

How could you be so stupid?

That spot of blood mocks you, coming back to life as tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. You shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t — not in a public street when you already look this frazzled.

A sniffing snout approaches the blood stain and you blink in confusion at the dog’s muddy multicoloured coat and white snout. Its stubby tail wagged, its butt moving with the motion as it lifted its head and smiled at you. He wore a collar with a loose leash attached, and as you trace it you meet with a masked face.

But those eyes were Jeong-Hyun’s. That milky left and that ambrosia-coloured right— you’re pinned in place. Should you run or scream? You couldn’t, frozen in suspension as he took one step, then another. Questions buzz through your head, a hive of confusion, but the absence of fear makes a shiver run down your spine. The alpha pauses before he gets too close while his dog continues its mission to get to know you better.

Your pupils are trembling as he connects your gazes. Peeking from his mask was gauze stuck to his cheek, the bulk under his jacket wasn’t due to a shoulder strap it was instead the sling his arm was in. The question of how he found you flash through your brain. You’d made good progress in running away from the fiasco but as the dog’s wet nose presses to your twitching fingers, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d used its nose to seek you out. Leisurely walking the streets, an item of yours in his pockets, following his furry friend's guidance.

Or was it more sinister? Did the patrol cop tell you he’d bumped into you or were the CCTV’s under his control?

Ha-Joon had told you their strength but when it was simply word of mouth, you couldn’t quite fathom it. Now that you’d seen what he could do with his boot, knife, and some elbow grease — you don’t doubt his movie-like influence.

Something inside of you preens at this. Jeong-Hyun was showing off, it simply made sense to the caveman in your brain. This alpha had been courting you and his gorish display was simply his way of appealing to this instinctual part of you. Your inner omega finds this all endearing as it all but shows its soft underbelly and flicks its tail under Jeong-Hyun’s nose. It’s equal parts ridiculous and shameful, however, it reminds you of a trump card you hold.

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Jeong-Hyun’s eyebrows instantly raise and he shakes his head. He seemed shocked, genuinely shocked, that you would even think that. You play the part of an omega in distress — it didn’t take much acting considering you were one — and bring your shoulders up, hands cupping your elbows as you tilt your head down.

Jeong-Hyun reaches forward, gently placing a hand over yours to tap at it. He gestures to a cafe. You hesitantly follow, sitting on the outdoor chair and gasping softly as his dog places his head on your lap. His tail swept the floor as he pleaded to you with those gentle eyes. You gave him a few head pats, scratching behind his ears as Jeong-Hyun fished for his phone. He types into his phone as you let the sweet dog occupy your attention, when he’s done, he slides the phone to you.

[ Didn’t mean to scare ]

[ Was trying to keep u safe ]

[ Ur boss trouble he follows u home ]

[ My mistake I wanted to keep u safe ]

The more you read the more confused you got. Your boss had stalked you because Jeong-Hyun had gifted you things and given you attention, and Jeong-Hyun found an issue with it. This was earning him more brownie points from your omega — that dumb bitch — and you take a glance at him.

He was waiting for your response with his eyes gentle, and beguiling. Gone were the traces of the beast in the hallway slicing down men like there were nothing more than blades of grass. He was a nervous schoolgirl again, just like he was the first night you met.

“My boss was stalking me?” You try not to make your voice tremble, and you succeed. He nods, reaching for his phone again. Your fingers brush against his own when you pass it to him, and you swear you see the tips of his ears turn bright red. It takes everything in you not to snort at the sight.

[ His people follow u ]

[ Take ur knife ]

[ Asshole. ]

A corner of your lips twitch, tugging your lip into a half-grin that Jeong-Hyun silently imprints into his mind. Despite the lack of details, he paints the picture for you; your boss had his grievances with Jeong-Hyun — the memory of him eating your food while he told you about their rudeness replays in your mind though his head is now just a bouquet of bone shards, gore, and his popped-out eye dangling below his chin — and strikes at the chance to get back at him through you because he’d shown his interest in you.

You’d become homeless and scarred for life because your dumbass boss decided to use you because he felt disrespected.

“Yeah, he is an asshole,” you mutter disdainfully. “Oh well, was,” you carefully hand Jeong-Hyun his phone again and instantly give the poor dog a few more ear scratches when he paws at your knees.

“I’ll have to look for a new job.” Your eyes feel heavy, and you squint to focus as you fight the exhaustion of today’s events. You don’t even know why you’re telling him this. As you gently squeeze at his dog’s cute cheeks, you relax as it eagerly accepts your affections.

“I’ll have to look for a new house.”

Jeong-Hyun slides his phone across the table.

[ I can keep u safe ]

[ If u let me ]

[ U don’t have to work ]

[ My house is ur house ]

Well, he certainly didn’t beat around the bush. You shake your head and even with the mask on his face, you can tell he’s frowning. His eyebrows furrowing as he huffs at your stubbornness. Under the table, he scuffs the front part of his boots on the ground. Short off stomping his feet like a petulant child. You would get a headache from these two sides of him — spectrums would make more sense. Jeong-Hyun breathes sharply through his nose and then tilts his head, his downward-facing lashes fluttering. When you feel a paw place itself on your knee, you’re staring at the same expression on his dog.

You purse your lips, trying not to laugh as you lean down to kiss the needy thing on his head. A glimmer of his collar grabs your attention and you take a second to read his name.

“Hwan?” he perks up at the name. “Hwannie-ya” you coo sweetly. He gives a soft, gruff reply, surging upward to place his paws on your lap and lick at your face. His tail hits the table legs and you laugh softly at his affections.

“I’m not going to live in your house, Mr. Kim. " He jerked his head back and scrunched his face.

This time he shows you his phone screen.

[ Jeong-Hyun not Mr Kim ]

[ >:C ]

You smile at him this time. A proper one, with a sliver of teeth showing behind those beckoning lips. Your angelic voice utters his name, and it’s like it’s the first time he’s heard sound.

“Jeong-Hyun.”

He sinks into the chair, glancing away and unintentionally gives you a clear view of his good ear. Bright red, flushed right to the tip as he gave a curt nod.

When Ha-Joon walks into his home, he nearly drops his bass in shock. There, in the living room, was a dog with its ears pointed forward and its eyes trained on him. It stood in front of the guest room door, a low rumbling noise escaping it as it stalked forward.

The big dog was horrifying enough but on the couch was one of the most feared mobsters in the game; Kim Jeong-Hyun was idly flicking through his TV with his leather jacket draped across the back of the seat and his boots thrown off haphazardly at the hallway Ha-Joon wanted to disappear in.

Jeong-Hyun glanced over at Ha-Joon then gestured to the couch with nothing more than a jerk of his head. The bassist trembled, placed his bass down, and took a step forward. Hwan gives a low bark and Ha-Joon flinches, stiffening. Jeong-Hyun switches to a different channel, the volume is kept low but Ha-Joon recognizes the news anchor on the screen. When Jeong-Hyun clicks his tongue in annoyance, Ha-Joon comically stumbles over his long legs to reach the couch.

God Jeong-Hyun was terrifying to look at. His face was mutilated and torn, skin stretched tight in some places, teeth exposed to the world his eye cloudy and most likely barely functional. It was a shame considering how the untouched parts of his face showed how handsome he could’ve been if it weren’t for his line of work. A rounded eye shape with a deep crease, strong eyebrows, a good nose shape and a strong jaw that he’s currently clenching the longer Ha-Joon stares.

He moves to sit on the couch but Jeong-Hyun curls his lip and he squeaks.

The alpha nods in front of him and Ha-Joon’s knees knock onto the carpet. He hears soft clinking in the kitchen and when he dares to sneak a glance, Ha-Joon sees a woman he swore had walked straight out of some graphic novel; her slanted eyes and full lips, her brows looked like they were in a perpetual state of worry which made her look kinder than the smile on her face showed.

“Ha-Joon, right?” Seo-Yun was holding a mug of coffee in her arm. She walked towards him, sitting on the armrest of the couch and delicately crossing her legs. Ha-Joon had heard tales of the Kim siblings from Hell. But in all those gorey stories, Jeong-Hyun’s name was much more prominent compared to his sisters. Jeong-Hyun tearing someone's neck apart, crushing someone’s ankles under his boot, sicking his dogs onto a wriggling human torso — Seo-Yun had never enacted such violence. The only thing he’d heard about her was the fact that she had a great rack and that she used to be some gangster's favourite lay before she somehow stole his little empire from him. It made Ha-Joon’s heart race just wondering what she could do to him.

“I’ll keep this simple. With Beokseom gone, his businesses naturally fall to us.”

Naturally, what a strange choice of words. If Ha-Joon were braver he would have laughed. But he isn’t so he doesn’t. He wonders though if his boss had been warned or had been

She says your name and Ha-Joon lifts his head. Hwan snaps his teeth next to his ear, making him yelp as he curls over to protect his head. He can feel the dog’s breath on his skin as it begins to growl lowly.

“We have to protect our own and (Y/N)’s in a tight spot, so be a gentleman and give him your guest room, won’t you?”

When he doesn’t answer her, Jeong-Hyun stands up and grabs his wavy locks, pulling him up until his back is arched uncomfortably and he’s choking on his spit from the sudden force.

Seo-Yun takes a sip of her coffee, waiting for him to speak.

“Yuh - Yeah, yes, ma’am! I understand!”

Jeong-Hyun pulls his hair by his roots and Ha-Joon’s eyes fill with tears. When he makes a jerk motion to lift his arms, the dog snaps his jaws again and he simply sobs pitifully.

“My brother’s telling you to be quiet, (Y/N)’s had a rough night. He needs his rest.”

There’s a steady murmur of conversations throughout the room followed by the gentle clinks of glasses tinkling over the smooth laughter of the pretty omegas lounging next to tattooed men; their touches less than innocent, stroking and groping over his clothes in the safety of the dim lighting.

The stage light makes those touches pause for a moment, though the men are not disappointed by it when they land their gaze on you. You were like a pearl glimmering on the stage, glossy lips pouted as you hummed a tune, the band behind you following your lead. If you were nervous, you didn’t let it show. Despite all their eyes on you, you continued to sing on stage with that sultry, clear, voice. The teasing movements of your hips and waist and your teasing grin were inciting a few of the alphas in the crowd.

Further in the back, they gave you a sharp wolf whistle, earning a few cheers of agreement from the men around him. The girls lounging with them instantly glance at the table right in front of your stage, the one with only one currently occupied chair. His head twitches but he still faces you which makes the girls shift cautiously, now sharing looks.

“Work it, baby!” one man cheers as you twirl on stage. She shifts under his arm, internally sighing when he simply pulls her in closer. “You getting jealous or something?”

“No,” she giggles. “I’m just gonna get you some more drinks, so we can keep this party going all night long!” he slurs something about her just wanting him to spend more money on the club to get some cut out of it. Next to him, his buddy continues to holler and whistle at you. She sees Jeong-Hyun turn his head, his eye briefly shining like gold as he shoots daggers towards him.

It’s your touch that pulls him away from his violent plans. You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as you move to stand behind him. Carefully, your fingers slide down his chest, brushing over his stomach as your cheek ghosts his own; you sing right into his ear. You’re so close he can hear the vibrations in your voice and that addicting scent that’s so undeniably yours. It was sweeter tonight, maybe it was the perfume you were wearing, but it made him inhale deeply.

Jeong-Hyun truly crumbles under your touch. All at once, any other thought simply floats away as you gently brush the tip of your nose to his cheek, stifling a chuckle as he clenches his fist on the table as if holding himself back from embracing you — he was.

That tumultuous night felt like years ago when it had only been a month.

A month of peace and for once, dare you say stability. When his jaw clenches, the whole club can hear the smile in your voice. It’s strange how easily you can ease him down from the violence that came to him as easily as breathing — all it took was a touch, a glance, a soothing melody from your lips. Jeong-Hyun turns to face you, taking in your coy expressions head-on so brazenly.

Ha-Joon watches this exchange from the stage, his eyes following you when you decide to pull away from Jeong-Hyun and return to your spot on stage. You were truly an idiot, courting a dangerous man like Jeong-Hyun just because he’d been nice to you — Ha-Joon couldn’t hide his disdain. Humiliation filled him as he remembered the night they’d come into his home and forced him to house you like he was some sort of slave they could just push around. It didn’t help that now, Jeong-Hyun or his men would casually hang around his front door to bring you here or there.

His neighbours — ones he made an effort to get to know now — ask him quietly if you were his ex-boyfriend, and if it was awkward for him to see his omega go out on dates with shady figures. Because that’s what it looks like for the average person, a silly petty romance plot. They had no clue how much blood stained the hands of the alpha that held onto your own.

“Ha-Joon,” the keyboardist hisses at him. He jerked his head up, noticing his fingers had stopped strumming along completely and the band was trying their hardest to cover up his mistake. You don’t glance back at him, crooning into the microphone and shrugging down the faux fur shoulder wrap to expose more of your skin.

It works easily enough. The cheers from these deplorable men drown them out, but that didn’t matter to you. You weren’t here to please them. You were here to perform for Jeong-Hyun.

The Kim siblings had taken ownership of Beokseom’s clubs. Irking more and more mobsters who felt like their little pieces of paradise were being taken away by them — still stubbornly refusing to bow their heads, holding out the inevitable. The workers, the ones who didn’t stupidly tie loyalties to Oh Beokseom, of these establishments didn’t find the transition too rough. It didn’t matter who they worked under, as long as they kept their heads down and worked quietly, they’d do just fine.

The ‘entertainers’ found themselves being spoiled rotten though. Seo-Yun always had a soft spot for them, guess it ran in the family. She didn’t raise a hand to them posted more security, and hired in-house doctors too.

Jeong-Hyun was less professional in his pampering of you. As you walk into your tiny changing room, you immediately pause on the threshold when you spot a gift box on your table. The note on it simply read;

For you

He didn’t sign off on them anymore. He didn’t need to. You smile, reaching for it to undo the delicate red ribbon. It was a bracelet, the silver links delicate but still noticeable from afar. It glimmered under the lights of your vanity, shining under your touch as you admired the details of it. The gifts he gave you had always been a bit eccentric — the knife and the dark flowers — but they’d always reflected him and his silent admiration for you.

Things to keep you safe with, things that reminded him of your beauty, things that you could wear to satiate that possessiveness alphas had within them. You felt bad for simply giving him things like food or cheesy little poems but when he looked at you — God, when he looked at you.

It was strange, how easily he made you draw your bridge down because he didn’t tear your walls down. He could’ve done so, he could’ve scaled it and laid waste to what you so dearly protected. He had the power, the money, the scary reputation.

But instead, he waited and waited. You set the pace, you made the first moves for affection. It was as if the monster in that hallway was just a mirage your brain was playing on you. Jeong-Hyun never stowed you away in his home, never chained you to his basement, he understood your need for independence.

You still worried about being stalked or used but you didn’t have to. Not when Jeong-Hyun had already made sure to have more capable people keep their eyes on you, to have Ha-Joon keep him updated about your comings and goings. You would be safe, Jeong-Hyun would make sure of it. When you’re ready, when you trust him enough to be completely his, he’ll be sure you won’t have to worry anymore.

You could just live, not survive. When — not if — you were his, he’ll be sure nobody could hurt you anymore. You were his treasure, his paradise — his angel.

A knock on your door makes you lift your head. Jeong-Hyun leans on the threshold of your open door, smiling. He walks in when you turn to face him, and the small room seems to amplify his broadness. He glances at the bracelet you’re holding and then connects your gazes.

“I like it,” you tell him in a soft voice as if sharing a secret. He visibly perks up and offers his hand, palm up. “You wanna put it on me?”

Of course, he does. He didn’t have to wear a sling anymore for his shoulder, he could finally do things without being restrained by that stupid contraption. His gloved hands always send shivers down your spine, the smooth leather brushing over your bare skin never failing to make heat rise to your face.

He drags his thumb down your arm to your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he adjusts the silver bracelet around it.

“Tomorrow, there’ll be a food market,” he hums in acknowledgement while he clasps the lobster hook to the chain. “I’m off the entire day. Would you like to come along with me?”

Jeong-Hyun admires your wrist for a moment then nods, signing the words for ‘work’ and ‘after’ to you that you squint your eyes at for a second.

“After work?” you mimic his movement unsurely, Jeong-Hyun smiles and repeats it slower so you can catch it while he mouths it.

“After work,” You repeat much more surely. You don’t know what his work entails. He could just be following Seo-Yun to meetings, or checking on their territories, or he could be stomping someone’s head open like a watermelon.

Jeong-Hyun leans in and gently places his forehead over yours. His eyes closed as the rounded tip of his nose brushed over your cheek and the tip of your own. Your lashes tremble and he simply eclipses that horrible memory with his sweetness. You feel something inside you wavering, succumbing to his affections as you press your lips to the corner of his, giggling when you hear his sharp inhale and his grip loosening and tightening unsurely around your hand.

Jeong-Hyun meets you at the entrance of the food market with no traces of red on him or gunpowder stuck to his gloves. Work must’ve gone smoothly then. You greet him and he reaches for your hand. When you walk together, he always puts you on his good side; not for vanity but for his comfort. Jeong-Hyun is always more alert in public when you’re by his side it ramps up.

“Jeong-Hyun, are you hungry?” you peek up at him, wondering what he’d choose from the array of food. You’d bought him food before, even made him food once or twice when you knew he’d be watching you perform that night. But he’s never said what his favourite foods were, happily chewing on whatever with his hand politely covering his mouth as he did.

He nodded, gently squeezing your hand as the both of you made your way deeper into the market. The stalls were bright and colourful, and the scent of the food was beginning to make Jeong-Hyun salivate. “I used to work here,” you said as you paused in front of a food stall, watching Jeong-Hyun lean forward and subtly sniff the air of the cooking broth. “Back in high school, I used to work at those noodle stalls to help with bills. I couldn’t eat noodles for months, the smell of the broth would stick to my hair and some dumbasses at school would joke that I was a walking noodle ad or something.”

Jeong-Hyun imagined you in a high school uniform, then himself, frowned when he imagined those dumbasses who teased you and promptly wondered what he’d do to them if we were there for you. Not that he could’ve done much back when he was that age, but he could fight. That would be enough.

He taps your shoulder, then asks if you still don’t enjoy noodles. You pout your lips forward, shrugging then make a so-so gesture. “It’s not my favourite, but I can stomach it. It’s cheap,” when the owner of the stall greets you, you momentarily turn away to return it. He focuses behind you, keeping a watchful eye as you ask her about the different types of flavours in the broth. Asking for two cups along with a few skewers of some fish cakes, a neutral food to start the date with.

But his question reminds you to ask the same of him. “Do you have a favourite food?” Jeong-Hyun thinks about it as he takes the paper cup of fish broth and fish cake, watching as you pay for the meal. His brow twitches but you pay it no mind. He could pout all he wants, but you won’t budge about it. The shine of the bracelet on your wrist at least softens his petulant expression.

He shrugs, pulling his mask down and taking a small bite of the fish cakes before he swiftly pulls the mask back up over his nose. He gently grabs the back of his left hand with the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand, careful not to spill the broth. Seo-Yeon had signed it before in front of you when she asked what sort of meat Jeong-Hyeon had gifted you.

Ah, that explains that one. You didn’t expect to get a box of expensive cuts of beef being delivered to Ha-Joon’s home that one day — guess that’s why.

“Just meat?” Jeong-Hyun nods excitedly.

“Beef? Chicken?” you chew on the fishcakes, and mumble out, ��Fish?”

Jeong-Hyun just nods along, taking a moment to take another bite as you both continue to walk down. You feel a bit more confident now, already knowing which stalls to bring him to. Though eating meat would be pretty heavy, so you ask him if he likes anything sweet. You’re glad that he doesn’t mind these quiet dates, enjoying the park dates spending time with you in your changing room or that one time he simply sat in Ha-Joon’s car to send you home. That had been comical due to Ha-Joon’s flustered expression but Jeong-Hyun was delighted to be spending his time with you as he completely ignored Ha-Joon’s presence and focused on you.

“Is the mask annoying?” You ask as you both sit down on the plastic chairs, waiting for your meal to be sent to your table. Jeong-Hyun shakes his head, placing his elbows on the table.

Nah, I hate the stares more. Makes me….

He pauses, then continues.

ANNOYED.

You laugh at his deadpanned eyes and furrowed brows. He doesn’t ever show that his scars bothered him — despite living in a country where facial scars would completely shun you from society. Jeong-Hyun huffs, watching you scrunch up your nose as you call him silly in that fond tone.

“Maybe next time, we can go somewhere nobody will stare.”

Your house?

“Ha-Joon-Hyung’s house,” you corrected with a snort. “But no, maybe we could spend some time at your place?” Jeong-Hyun perks up, his cheeks lifting behind the mask but you could still see him smiling despite it.

When you finish eating the heavy meal, Jeong-Hyun and you set off to find some dessert to offset the savoury flavours. In the middle of your debate between eating bungeoppang or hotteok when you notice a familiar face in the crowd — Jeong-Hyun instantly catches onto your expression. He follows your line of sight and meets eyes with a stocky man with a toad-like face.

“Shit,” he turns to you as you take a few steps back. The toad man yells at you, uncrossing his arms when he notices you will make a run for it. “C’mon!”

“Hey! You motherfucker!”

Jeong-Hyun wondered if you’d forgotten who he was, and what he could do but truthfully you didn’t. But you knew that if he started murdering people in the middle of a food market, you knew it’d just cause him more trouble than he needed. Plus, even with his arm free from the sling, you see how his jaw clenches when he removes his jacket. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t particularly enjoy showing his pain, you imagine when everyone wants to kill him it makes him build these walls.

“Loan shark!” you yell at Jeong-Hyun, still holding onto his hand as you rush through the crowd, trying not to trip on your legs. “Loan sharks! These assholes!”

They’d been looking for you after you moved out, wondering where the hell had you run off to. Even if you keep paying them, you know they get satisfaction from intimidating you and wringing you dry for more money. A part of you would love to see these assholes eat dirt but Jeong-Hyun shouldn’t be hurt over this.

You’re too focused on getting out but Jeong-Hyun is keenly aware when he’s getting closed in on.

A few men rush in, shoving people away as they try to reach for him or you. Up ahead, there are a few others already waiting by the entrance of the market and Jeong-Hyun tugs you backwards, ignoring the gasp of shock you let out and instead slipping you into a tighter road, urging you to rush ahead with a short gruff shout. There are fewer people here, the alleyways are getting more isolated and claustrophobic. The rush of men behind you began getting filed into single lines and Jeong-Hyun skids to a stop to grab at a trash bag and flinging it towards them. They stumble over, falling on top of each other but it doesn’t slow them down.

Someone manages to get close though and Jeong-Hyun dodges him, bringing his fists up to protect his face. A big chunk of them were still struggling to get onto their feet but he focused on the ones right in front of him, blocking them off from you as he waited for them to get close. It was a risky move but considering his shoddy depth perception, he had to be sure his hits landed.

With you being there, it’s putting him more on edge. Behind his mask, his lips were curled as he pumped out his scent of pure anger into the air, the bitter tang making his opponents snarl defensively.

Seo-Yun always scolds him for getting into fights like these. He was strong but he had his blindspots, he’s gotten lucky all this while that he hadn’t gotten stabbed anywhere ‘important’ but if he kept testing his luck —

“Jeong-Hyun!”

You were way too brave for your own good. For a second, everything slowed down and Jeong-Hyun saw you step in front of him, holding a wooden plank in your hands that you bring down onto someone’s head. They crumple, blood spurting out from the top of his head as he crashes onto the ground. You rear it backwards again as someone lunges and Jeong-Hyun kicks them square in the chest to keep them away.

He should be angry, he realises that, but seeing you like that made a thrill rush through him. He glances back at you and you tighten your grip on your newfound weapon. If you were going to fight, you might as well fight together. You wished you had your knife in the moment, at least you’d be able to swing it around and scare the loan sharks off.

Jeong-Hyun elbows someone in the face, breaking his nose and grabbing onto the back of his jacket to spin and throw him towards the wall. You kept to his blind spots, showing your teeth as you continued to swing your weapon around. When the toad-faced man rushes into the alleyway, he doesn’t expect to see his goons clutching their bleeding heads and noses or fully passed out on the ground. He yells, grabbing them by their hair to shove them back into the fray.

You were beginning to get overwhelmed by them, snapping your teeth to deter them. The toad wrenches your wooden plank away and tries to put you into a headlock. Jeong-Hyun didn’t turn around to the sound of your pained yells — it was the pained yells of the toad man. You were biting down on his arm, elbowing and kicking your legs to get away from his grip.

Jeong-Hyun feels heat travelling south but he ignores it and instead comes to your aid. He grabs the man’s face, nearly digging his fingers into his forehead and cheeks and using his momentum to slam him into the wall. He groans weakly as he slides down the surface but the relief is temporary when he hears the yells for backup. You grab his gloved hands and tug him away, urging him to hurry, but he’s stunned.

You’re smiling at him. You look frazzled and a bit roughed up but no bruises were visible, but you were adrenaline-fuelled. Jeong-Hyun wanted to gather you in his arms and take your breath away. But you needed to get to safety first. There aren’t a lot of shops further down this path. So while they were still distracted, Jeong-Hyun grabbed your wrist and booked it.

He could feel his breath suffocating him as he dashed down the tight corners. Behind him, the most melodic sound bubbled up. You were laughing breathlessly, your hair bouncing with every harsh step and he could see blood stain your lips. He smiles underneath his mask, refocusing on getting away safely.

He spots a blue glow on the pavement ground and notices the half-open shutter door. He skids to a stop and urges you to get inside, he glares as he hears the angry yells and rushed footsteps so he quickly slides under the shutter door. Jeong-Hyun hears the sounds of water first, then the soft gasp of wonderment from you. You’re staring into a fish tank, wiping away the sweat from your neck as you catch your breath. They’re a colourful bunch of small fishes, placed onto metal shelves with the constant noise of the water filter and disturbed water barely muffling the noise of the buzzing LED lights.

It’s cold here, but you’re still sweating, and he can feel your warmth as he draws close. That valley of flowers had a tonal shift. His nose twitched, and he came closer, hovering over your shoulder and pulling his mask down, thinking that he must be imagining things. Your hand gently reaches over your shoulder and curls under his chin while you still face forward at the tanks. You touch so casually, completely undeterred by him looming over your shoulder.

“That one is pretty,” He looks at the ribbon-finned fish you’re pointing at. It had iridescent scales, its fins full and flared as it swam close to your finger. It hits him the moment he registers exactly why your scent was burning — it wasn’t an early symptom of fever or exhaustion — and he immediately feels the ends of his hair bristle up.

You were in heat.

“I think they went down here!”

You were in heat and you weren’t safe.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet and pulling you towards his chest. You panic, briefly, but accept your fate as he fumbles to open a door open and slip inside. It’s dark, the only light source coming from beneath the metal panels at the bottom of the door. It’s not a small space, as it was filled with fish tank maintenance materials and a freezer probably filled with fish foods or whatever else. But due to the volume of materials, it meant you’d be pressed closer — very close — to the alpha.

You can feel him breathing down your neck, his grip on your tightening as his pupil shrank into nothing but a dot of black against honey. He’s braced one arm on the wall, tugging you closer in a way he’d never done before and you wonder if everything was alright with him — he’d never acted so possessively before. You gasp softly when you hear a few voices echo behind the door. Jeong-Hyun’s chest rumbles, but not in those rare alpha rumbles of contentment, no. He’s going to start growling, the noise more guttural than anything you’d heard before. You try to turn in his arms which makes him snap his eyes towards you.

“Jeong-Hyun?” You whisper, willing your voice to go as soft as it could go. You squirm and this time, he reprimands you swiftly. He shoves his face to your neck and bites — not harsh enough to draw blood, barely enough pressure to even leave indents on his teeth, but the message is simple.

Don’t fuss.

It’s an old, rarely used, practice that mates would do. The alpha would gently reprimand their mate by letting them feel their teeth, a soft display of their power and dominance. Their mates would usually reply with a nip to their chins if they were in a more playful mood; a simple gesture of trust being shared between the couple.

‘You could hurt me with your teeth but you don’t, thank you.’

You freeze, breath hitching at the feeling of his sharp canines gently pressing themselves on your skin. You feel yourself getting aroused — there’s a reason this display isn’t seen as often anymore and why it was only shared between a mated couple, it was lewd to tease an omega’s neck. Your shoulders droop and you tilt your head the other way, so he lets your neck go and as a silent apology, he flattens his tongue to your skin.

You chew on the insides of your cheek, shivering as he continues to slowly drag his tongue on the column of your neck. Your scent was beginning to burn, the headiness causing Jeong-Hyun to loosen his grip around your waist so you wouldn’t feel his cock beginning to create a noticeable bulge in his pants. You don’t need to press up against it to know how turned-on he already is. You didn’t even care at the moment, all you could feel was how hard you were.

Jeong-Hyun feels you curling over and he quickly wraps both his arms around you, eyes widening in shock as you shiver and shake. You have your hands over your mouth, muffling your pants as a rush of warmth just washes over you.

This cannot be happening, you curse inwardly as you glare at the storeroom’s floor. Out of all days, for your heat to come, it had to be the day you were trying to run away from loan sharks and in the fucking storeroom of an aquatic pet shop. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, feeling too vulnerable, and exhaustion hits you all at once. Jeong-Hyun gently tries to press your back to his chest, worrying over you while the shadows under the door shift and sway.

“Shit, did we lose them?” “Maybe they went further up?

Someone leans on the door harshly and Jeong-Hyun carefully reaches forward to hold the door knob in place, his other hand cupping over your nose and mouth.

“This door is locked,” someone grunted and your heart rate picked up as he tried to jangle the doorknob open. “Are you hiding in there? You cheap slut, you think just because you got a boyfriend that you can disappear? You know how much money your spineless bitch of a father owes us, if you can’t pay it then we’re gonna turn you into —- “

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” an old man yelled out. The door knob stopped moving and the both of you held your breath. “I already called the police! You’re trying to rob me, right!? The police are on their way! You bastards!”

Never in a million years would Jeong-Hyun be relieved that someone had called the police. The loan sharks yell back, trying to intimidate the old man but soon the sound of the old man’s angry yells and thudding quickly drove them out.

“These damn gangsters, always causing me trouble! I’m old already! I should be relaxing by the ocean, keeping my blood pressure down but these sons of bitches want to rob my store —” He kept rambling on and on as he hobbled away.

Jeong-Hyun can finally breathe, turning his attention towards you. He needs to get you somewhere safe as quickly as he can, you’re already too warm for his liking and when he removes his hand from your mouth, his heart clenches at the whine you let out. You’re trembling a bit, panting as you fight through the haze of your heat.

“Jeong-Hyun,” you mumble softly. “Jeong-Hyun…”

“Mm-mm” he has to focus on slipping his phone out, calling a number and quickly hanging up when the first ring went through. You’ll be okay, he wants to tell you as he nosed at the top of your head and held you close.

You lean into him, stretching your neck out to brush your lips against his jaw and Jeong-Hyun’s grip felt bruising even over your clothes. You whine softly, facing him and looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. You’d always wondered how he’d be during intimate activities — would he be ruthless or would be gentle? Your curiosity is piqued and your self-restraint is beginning to fray.

You press a kiss over his cheek, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck as your chests press together. You could feel his hard-on, his firm body, his tense shoulders — his scent causing your head to spin the closer you get.

Bergamot and leather, a hint of freshness accompanying that intoxicating mix.

You pull his mask down, wanting — no needing to feel his bare skin. He watches you closely, his cheeks dusted with pink as you lean in and press your lips against his. You weren’t usually like this. Your heats were more annoying than they were arousing, even with previous partners. With the uncomfortable aches all over and the fogginess that can take over your brain, it was a complete nuisance. Especially when you couldn’t afford to take a week off of work.

But with Jeong-Hyun, there was this unbearable urge. A raging fire under your skin that only he could satisfy — your omega had been singing praises for him for a month now. His sweet personality, his courting gifts, his gentle touches. Even his violence excited you in a way that frightened you. Jeong-Hyun was a strong, capable, mate and you were tired of denying it.

He’s frozen at the act, eyes widening while you kiss him. The feeling of his exposed teeth didn’t deter you, you simply hummed and brushed your teeth on his lower lip. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t know what to do — he’s never had someone kiss him. He tries to mimic your movements, tilting his head the opposite way and when you moan softly Jeong-Hyun’s head floats away.

He pins you against the wall, covering the back of your head to lessen the impact, and kisses you like he’s been starved for days. He has no real coordination, his teeth are sharp and his actions clumsy, but there’s this hunger simmering within him. His wanton needs to have you as he steals your breath away.

You thread your fingers through his hair, whispering his name as his leg comes to rest between your legs. The brief friction made you groan, pulling away to breathe which Jeong-Hyun decided it’s too much distance — he chases after you and claims your lips once again.

He needed you. Here and now. He needed to claim you, mark you, fuck you. Jeong-Hyun can’t risk anyone else seeing you and taking you away from him. No, they’re not allowed. He’ll rip their fucking throats out if they tried to. You gasp, tasting him on your tongue as he braces his arms next to your head.

His phone buzzes against his thigh. Jeong-Hyun flinches, pulling away to hang up the call, but then he sees that your eyes are dazed; your lips red and bitten, and as you breathe, you take in these stuttering inhales. Your scent was beginning to fill this room and the sounds of the freezer, water filters, and LED lights, rushed to him.

This was far too exposing.

He picks up the call and strokes your neck to soothe you while you reach for the front of his shirt and try to pull him in again.

“We’re right in front of the pet shop, boss. The coast is clear. Should we head in?”

Jeong-Hyun grunts harshly — his way of saying ‘no’ — and then hangs up. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips as he runs his hands down your back, waist, hips, and ass, then finally catches the back of your knees and effortlessly lifts you in his arms.

You said you wanted to see his home, so he’s bringing you home.

The car ride is quiet, Jeong-Hyun had you on his lap, gently rubbing your back as you tried to keep your hands to yourself. His drivers were semi-familiar to you. The man driving usually accompanies the siblings, his signature black sunglasses and slicked-back hair hovering close by. The other one, with his spiked-up hair and a cocky grin, is also a familiar presence. Which should be comforting, but at the moment, it’s extremely awkward considering they were all alphas and you were in the throes of your heat.

Jeong-Hyun pressed kisses to your cheek and temple, brushing your hair away from your face while the A/C was blasting cold air through the backseats. It was helping you cool down, but you wanted nothing more than the comfort of soft bedding and four walls. But thanks to the peaceful albeit awkward car ride, you manage to get your bearings enough.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Jeong-Hyun’s expression twists indignantly in confusion. He said everything without opening his mouth and you let out a weak chuckle. “I’m just saying.”

Jeong-Hyun moves his head from left to right, his lower lip pushed forward as he peers up at you. You laugh softly, cupping his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek while you press your forehead to his. At times he truly resembled a puppy or a dog who was unaware of their size and strength.

Leaning forward, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Breathing in his comforting scent, while the car continues its incline to Jeong-Hyun’s home.

Jeong-Hyun thanks his men wordlessly while you lean against him, waving goodbye at them —- they tentatively return it before they drive away. Jeong-Hyun’s house has a huge yard, most likely tended to by a gardener rather than Jeong-Hyun judging by the neatly trimmed flower bushes. His home was tucked up and further away from his neighbours and it doesn’t take long to know why.

The second he opens the door, Hwan is racing and barking excitedly. Behind him was a pack of other dogs in varying sizes. They all had their tails wagging furiously, barking and yipping as they weaved through your legs and sniffed you invasively. Jeong-Hyun chuckles, playfully shoving them away with his hands so you can walk. You count that there were 7 dogs, including Hwan, and coo as they smiled up at you.

“You like dogs, huh?” Jeong-Hyun placed his mask on the shoe cabinet and kicked his shoes off, which distracted the dogs enough that they crowded him instead. Hwan stayed by your side, silently begging for pets as he leaned against your leg.

Jeong-Hyun makes a so-so gesture, grinning lopsidedly. He takes off his gloves, placing them next to his mask. Jeong-Hyun’s hands were scarred, but still intact. You wonder if his entire body was covered in scars, the thought makes you gasp softly.

“Shit, we should check if you’ve got any wounds. Do you have a first aid kit?”

Jeong-Hyun knew his sister had stocked up his home with first-aid kits in every bathroom. He guides you to his bedroom, taking off his jacket and folding it over his arm. Every time he’s shrugged that leather jacket off, his broad shoulders and figure calls for you to appreciate the work he’s put into himself. The black long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing isn’t torn or cut, thankfully, but you’re worried about the darker patches near his shoulder.

His bedroom layout was odd for a modern home. Instead of having the bed be in the centre, it was pushed right into the darkest corner, with his sheets messily strewn across it. The dark wooden floors were covered by rugs on rugs, like a Persian tent. There was a door leading to a walk-in closet which was much more neat and filled compared to his bare bedroom — other than his bed, there was a nightstand with its drawers overloaded with the most random things.

An interesting bedroom for an interesting man you suppose.

Jeong-Hyun tells you to sit on his bed while he walks towards his bathroom. You nearly sink into the mattress and duvet, catching yourself by grabbing the edge of his bed. His bedding was prime nesting material, you wonder if it was his nest. Alphas aren’t known for making nests but it’s not unheard of. His was less constructed but there was an unmistakable wide C-shaped mound of pillows in the corner of the wall and you couldn’t resist it — your instincts were seeking comfort and what better comfort than a nest?

Jeong-Hyun’s heart stutters seeing you laid on your side, bringing his pillows to your face and chest. You weren’t brazenly sat in the centre of his nest, being respectful as you linger on the edges but the look of contentment on your face has him gripping onto his first-aid kit with more force than necessary.

Your shirt was riding up your stomach and he frowns as he takes note of the bruised skin. He sits by your legs, lashes trembling as he reaches for your shirt. He pauses and looks up at you, inhaling sharply when he sees the way you’re looking at him.

Those heavy-lidded eyes, watching him closely as you nuzzle into his pillows. The scent of your heat wasn’t helping him at all, he gulped thickly and you laughed softly, hiding your face while your hand reached down to pull your shirt up.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands are rough. His knuckles and finger pads were calloused and scarred. You can’t imagine how much pain he’d been in and how strong he truly was to withstand everything and still stand fearlessly against people who wanted him dead. Doing everything he could to survive, to make it through the next day. He should be cruel, and to his enemies, you know he is, but he’s so gentle with you. Jeong-Hyun’s glad you have nothing more than bruising and some scrapes, no stitches are required.

The bed creaks under his weight as he hovers above you, nosing the top of your head to coax you to look at him once again.

Take off your shirt.

You nod, sitting up and pulling your top off. He’s attentive as he checks your arms and back. His hands were so big, spread over your back as he makes sure he hadn’t missed a thing and you feel so warm and so fucking horny.

The silence wasn’t helping the tension, so you ask him to take his shirt off too.

“I wanna make sure you’re not hurt.”

Jeong-Hyun’s body was impressive, toned and built for necessity rather than vanity. He had a myriad of scars, ranging from what looked like gunshot wounds to knife slashes. The ones on his arms were brutal — it looked as though someone had pulled his skin off in chunks, with no rhythm or rhyme. Your hands aren’t baby skin soft, he could feel the callouses on them from your arduous labours. You feel the bumps and raised scars on his shoulder and arms, sensing a strange pattern on his upper arm and tracing it for a second.

Dog bites. His arms were covered in dog bites. The torn-off skin and messily stitched wounds, the discoloured reddish patches on him — all dog bites. You can’t hide the shock on your face and Jeong-Hyun just smiles.

Jeong-Hyun cups your face, his grin soft and warm, as he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

I’m fine.

He then turns his back to you and you focus on the scar on his shoulder that had reopened. It was just a surface wound now, but you’re diligent as you clean it.

“This might sting,” you tell him and Jeong-Hyun pretends to flinch in pain which makes you stutter out apologies only to pause when you hear him laugh. The scar across his neck didn’t deter him from making such a sweet sound as his shoulders jerked up and down at your bewildered expression. It was a bit strained but it was Jeong-Hyun — that scratchy baritone that would squeak at some points as he smiled widely at you.

“That’s not funny,” you mutter as you go back to cleaning his shoulder. Trying very hard to ignore how drenched you were. He hums, amused. As if saying ‘yes it was’ in his own way.

You place a square bandaid over his now-cleaned scar and hope it can finally have time to heal before he gets into more trouble. You can tell he’s aware of every touch and caress, his muscles twitching and his ear moving whenever he clenches his jaw. You hook your chin over his shoulder and he turns his head to face you. He had his fingers clenched into fists on his lap as some form of self-restraint. You trace his arms, forcing him to spread his fingers as you press your thumbs soothingly down the crescent shapes on his palms.

He was so hard. The tent in his pants practically begging for you to help. Jeong-Hyun grabs onto your wrist when you reach for his zipper, eyes widening in alarm.

“Am I going too fast?” You whisper, blinking in confusion. Jeong-Hyun looks away, scratching the back of his neck for a moment then tells you;

I’ve never… he pauses as he tries to find the words. I’ve never…

He makes a circle with his thumb and pointer finger, then uses his right hand to shove a digit through it.

“Wait, you’ve never had sex before?” he wonders why that catches you so off-guard.

No. Have you?

“Well, yeah,” you admitted. He frowns though it looks more like a petulant pout than anything. Despite your shock, you can’t deny how excited you were about this fact, which disgusts you for a moment — you felt like those alphas who preached about wanting a ‘pure’ omega as their mate despite not being a virgin themselves. But your omega was practically purring in delight at this newfound information. You’d be his first time and something about that made you childishly giddy and incredibly horny.

Jeong-Hyun feels a bit anxious now. He had an invisible competition with assholes you’d slept with — he could break someone's arm over his knee with no issue but sex wasn’t something he had ever been interested in. His experience was zero and the only reference he had was whenever he caught Minjeon — the guy with the spiky hair and cocky smirk who was in the car earlier — watching porn on his phone in the car.

He knows how it happens but not how to do it. Don’t get him wrong, he wants to do it with you but now he has to make sure he erases every other trace of those lame bitches from you.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

You muse out, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I can teach you.”

Jeong-Hyun is still frowning — pouting — but when you reach for the front of his jeans, he doesn’t grab at you. You gasp softly when you pull his dick out, watching it twitch in the air with pre already beading on his blushing tip. It was thick and heavy, and you blushed furiously as you thought of it going inside of you.

You kiss his jaw, naked chest still pressed to his naked back and he shivers as he feels you slowly trace your lips to his neck just as you stroke his dick. His neck was a part of him he protected fiercely, you still remember how tight his grip on your hand was the first night you met, so you make sure to watch for any signs of discomfort as you kiss it. He pants softly, shivering every time he feels you grip his tip and your sweet kisses — Jeong-Hyun had never felt pleasure like this before and that was evident from how fast his heart was beating.

You trace a vein on his neck with your tongue and it has him gasping. Jeong-Hyun turns his head, nearly knocking his nose to yours and claims your lips. You struggle not to smile as you kiss him, still pumping his dick in your hands until he turns to climb on top of you.

You have him on his back, sitting comfortably on his lap while you grip his jaw. Your eyes are half-open while you watch him furrow his brows, desperate noises escaping him while your tongues tangle together. While he held onto you it was clear who was leading this dance and how willing the other participant was. He can feel how wet you are, the smooth glide of your cunt on his cock was making him drool. You licked it up from his chin, moaning his name softly while your dick bumps into his.

“Mn!” Jeong-Hyun tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he grounds your hips down. You nose at his neck and he only gives a low growl as a response but makes no move to stop you; it fills you with a smugness you didn’t even think you could have. You guide his hands to your ass and groan when he immediately spreads you apart, the tip of his fingers brushing against your slit.

“You can put one finger in, Jeong-Hyun” You perk your ass out, smiling down at him. He licks his lips and does just that, sliding one digit in and instantly his pupil blows out like he’s on some drug. Your slick made the most obscene noises and your insides were warm, and inviting — it was like heaven. Jeong-Hyun surges up onto his elbow whilst he presses into you deeper. You chew on your lip, placing your hands on his shoulder while he mouths at your nipples.

“Ah, ah, easy, not so rough,” You laugh breathlessly as he slows down his curious thrusting. At least he didn’t have long nails, that would’ve been much more painful. “Curl your finger a bit, take it slow, jagiya”

Jeong-Hyun takes your nipple between his teeth and does as he’s told. You shiver in his arms, jaw falling open as he presses onto the spongy spot that sends such pleasant sensations up your spine. God, you were a vision. This raw, vulnerable, side of you. No stage light, makeup, or fancy outfits needed — though he still loved seeing you like that.

An angel just for him. That valley on the mountain. Here it was, on his lap. His paradise.

Just for him. All of you. Just for him.

You murmur to his temple that he could add another finger and he’s reminded of the fact that others had seen this before. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he’s not angry at you — why would he be? You were kind and sweet, stubborn, and fearless. Those others, those sly bitches, didn’t deserve you but went ahead and placed their marks on you either way.

Jeong-Hyun relishes in the noise you make as he pumps into you, leaving open-mouthed kisses on you while he keeps his eyes trained on your face. It didn’t matter how many others had seen you like this, you’re his now. If anyone tried to take you away from him or try to touch him — he’d crush them. He’d kill your past lovers for even mentioning you like this, he wouldn’t feel guilt for it. If they slighted you — if anyone did you wrong he’d rip them apart. Those loan sharks would regret saying those things about you, chasing you down, harassing you and trying to lay their hands on you.

He’ll cut off their hands for you, their tongues. He’d put them in a box and hand it to you to admire.

Jeong-Hyun slips another finger inside and you make a pitched moan, sloping your brows in bliss as you praise him in that sultry whispering tone.

He wanted to make you sing.

The alpha is careful as he pulls out, switching the positions so you’re now on your back and settled in his nest. Right where you belong. Surrounded by plushness and comfort that he can provide for you with that blissed expression. Jeong-Hyun pants, brushing his bangs back while you slither your legs loosely around his hips.

What better thank you than sex?

You weren’t that vain to think you were some sort of expert but you were determined to make his first time good. Great even. You grimace for a moment, curling an arm around your stomach as your body reminds you to pick up the pace. Penetration wasn’t a necessity for omegas in heat but rubbing one out always eased the random aches and cramps. Something about hormones or whatever it is that you can’t be bothered to remember at the moment.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands were much better than what you’d imagined. He thumbs at your hard cocklet, rubbing it as he slid his cock up and down between your legs. He’s so good for you. Patient, pliant, so eager for it.

Your scent sweetens in the air and Jeong-Hyun’s sharp nose catches it instantly. He gives you that look again — those puppy eyes that never fail to make you sway to his whims. But there’s a sharpness to it this time. A raw hunger that glints in his eye like a knife.

You reach between your legs and stroke his cock, never breaking eye contact as you guide his cockhead to your hole. Condoms, a voice whispers urgently in your mind, you can’t risk doing it raw, you need condoms, it says.

If you ended up pregnant, money wouldn’t exactly be an issue. Wouldn’t it? Regardless if you want to abort it or keep it. Jeong-Hyun made enough to cover the costs for both — both? Were you entertaining the idea of getting knocked up with a mobster's baby?

Impatience gnaws at you, so you shake your thoughts free of these concerns. That’d be for future you to worry about.

“Push it in,” you whisper to him and Jeong-Hyun, ever so obedient, does as he’s told.

Taking him in makes your head spin. His girth splits you open with every inch, the pleasurable veins on his dick making you lose your breath as he wraps an arm around your back and just keeps his eyes on you as you arch your back.

“Oh, o-oh fuck, Jeong-Hyun.”

He’s barely halfway in and you’re already clenched up around him like a vice. He hisses, glancing down at where you were connected and he wished he could take a picture of this. Of you taking his dick inside of you. You were opening up to him, squeezing around him like you never wanted to let him go. His omega, his mate, his and only his.

An itch settles into his gums, Not for violence this time, but instead, for you. It scares him — he doesn’t want to hurt you. But this was different, he didn’t just want, he found himself needing.

That misshapen blob he calls his hopes and dreams now had a shape and it was you.

You belatedly kissed him back as he carefully pushed more of himself inside, swallowing every gasp and moan as he pushed and pushed and pushed — the pressure makes your toes curl. You grasp onto his back, being mindful of his wounds but Jeong-Hyun bucks his hips and you mewl when you dig your nails into his back. Scar tissue is always more sensitive but Jeong-Hyun finds that pain turning him on more than it hurts because you could never hurt him, not in any way he’d dislike. He groans deeply as he finally sheathes himself fully.

Holy fuck.

Jeong-Hyun had never felt something as good as this before. No drug can compare to the feeling of your boypussy wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching as you desperately try to catch your breath. He brushes your bangs back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he waits for you to tell him to fuck you. He could just do it himself, his instincts were screaming at him to do just that but he’d rather hear you tell him to do it.

Jeong-Hyun wanted to hear your voice again. To show you how happy he is you trusted him to do this for you. You whimper, fluttering your eyes open to see Jeong-Hyun looking down at you with nothing but pure adoration.

“Please,” he feels you dig your nails in again.

“Please, fuck me, Jeong-Hyun.”

The alpha — your alpha — complies. He braces himself on his hands and moves his hips. The first thrust has you locking your ankles behind him and he grins loosely at your wanton noises. Every movement he makes is purely for your pleasure. Jeong-Hyun’s cock speared inside of you again and again with quick and deep thrusts at first — as if he was reluctant about pulling out completely.

But once he got the hang of it, he was merciless. You knew he was strong, you’d seen him slaughter men like they were nothing more than insects, but you still screamed for him as if you were surprised.

He snapped his hips up into you, moaning and groaning as he paused to grind in. The fullness and friction made you squirm, hands dropping onto the bed to cover your mouth.

He shakes his head, pausing just so he can tenderly pin your hands next to your head. He threads his fingers through yours and you feel yourself blushing at the gesture.

“O-okay, okay,” you chuckle out. “M’sorry, you’re just — you’re in so fuckin’ deep, Jeong-Hyun, it feels so good.”

He tosses his head to the side, raising his brows in an ‘oh yeah?’ movement that makes you laugh a little.

“You’re so big, jagiya. Fuck, you’re making me feel every inch, huh?”

Jeong-Hyun doesn’t refute this statement but he takes the praise in stride. He resumes his movements, his back stinging lightly from your marks and with how you’re gripped onto his hand his hips stutter at the thought of you leaving your nail marks there too.

Mark him, claw at him, bite him — do anything you wanted as long as it left a mark on him, that was all Jeong-Hyun wanted. To be covered in you, by you, in any way he could think.

You turn your head, biting down on the pillows beneath you, and Jeong-Hyun zeroes in on your neck. Your scent is strong there and he finally pinpoints why his gums were itching for you — he needed to mark you. Here and now. To claim you as his, to keep scarring your scent gland over and over every time it healed so people would know you were his.

Ah, he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t take advantage of you while you were in heat, right?

You’d get mad at him, maybe?

Or would you be happy?

It wouldn’t matter much in the end, right? You belonged to him now and forever.

Jeong-Hyun drops onto his elbows, feeling a tightness in his stomach as he struggles to compose himself. He breathes over your neck, brushing his teeth over your pulse which makes you turn to face him, smoothly hiding your neck from view as you whine.

“Jeong-Hyun, I’m guh-gonna’ — I’m cummin’, shit, I’m cumming”

Another time then. He nods, kissing you once more as he feels his orgasm drawing near. Every thrust is knocking out those whorish noises from you and Jeong-Hyun can’t, won’t, cum if you don’t. He reaches down to rub at your dick and your entire body tenses up, your jaw opening in a silent scream as you clamp down on him like a vice. He growls, feeling your walls spasming around him and shortly after he cums inside of you.

The warmth that flooded you made your eyes roll back, groaning out his name as you felt him fill you up. Jeong-Hyun has his forehead pressed onto yours, eyes closed as he grunts and bucks his hips.

“Fuh — fuck…fuck” you whisper. Jeong-Hyun catches his bearings but doesn’t pull out. He can’t wait to fuck you when his rut comes, to knot you so his cum wouldn’t leak out of you. You’re limp in his arms when he lifts you to lay on your side, chuckling when you simply curl close to his chest.

He tucks your head under his chin, rubbing the back of your thighs and ass as you ease back down from that high. You flutter your eyes close, melting under his touch as the raging fire under your skin is temporarily quelled by Jeong-Hyun.

His arms, his hold really, felt like a protective shield. Nothing could hurt you in this moment, absolutely nothing. If they tried, Jeong-Hyun would deal with them easily enough and that thought no longer scares you. Jeong-Hyun had told you that he’d keep you safe and he’d kept true to his promise.

You peek your eyes open, staring at the scar on his chest and tracing over it gingerly.

“I think I love you.”

Jeong-Hyun freezes, his eyes widening before his chest begins to rumble in a soothing purr. You giggle, hiding your face further into his neck but his purrs simply get louder. His reply was clear.

I love you too.

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hamilando · 1 year ago

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ੈ✩‧₊ Black Rose ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x Male reader

Words : 1.3k

Genres : Angst, Revenge au, Yandere au, Idol au

TW: Angst, Main character dying, Yandere,

Music : Guilty by Taemin

A/N : This is the sequel to the fic Red Rose, it is advised to read that before reading this for better relatability. Feedback is much appreciated. Requests and questions are always open!

Making the last adjustments, choosing the music bank schedules, organizing the promotional events—all of which took a toll on Seungcheol as the leader of one of the most well-known bands in the world—and spending the majority of his days in the studio as the comeback was approaching. He had just collapsed onto the couch after his trip to the HYBE building, too tired to move a limb, and was about to fall asleep when the doorbell rang, ruining his precious sleep. He sweared if it was the manager or any of his members despite loving them to death, he would kill them with a pen and not care of the criminal charges faced by him.

“Mail for Mr. Choi, Apartment 3607.”

He murmured a brief thank you and opened the mail, which was little more than a sheet of paper, thinking as to what he might possibly get at 7 o'clock in the evening.

“Another one of the fan letters, don’t know how they manage to get my address.” He muttered before starting to read the content of letter.

“Dear Seungcheol,

You never know when your heart starts beating for someone else, just like mine started 2 years ago.

Even with those long lashes shielding your ebony eyes, they drew me in. Your shaggy mullet was in need of a haircut, but who was I to say? Those strong muscles ready to tear off the blue shirt you never threw, even though I told you repeatedly to do so. You would always respond that it was your lucky charm because it helped you get with me. Guess you got a home run with me.

If all you had to do was run, why take a break for me. Your so-called love for your fans, would be all shattered if they get to know of your true escapades. I can already imagine the headlines, ‘Top boy band’s leader being the definition of coward.’ Or maybe it’s just my poetry speaking up. That’s why they say don’t date a poet, you will definitely become one of their muses. After the so called break up, which I must point out you didn’t have the guts to do in person, I felt like death was possible without dying. I did not want to kill myself, rather kill something inside me. I was tired of fighting, I wanted to give up but then I remembered, for once I want to be fought over. So here I am, giving you a chance, fight me for your future, fight me for your career, fight me for your success. Meet me at the place where you first took me for out first date. The time being when Cinderella had to rush back, but here it will be you rushing to save your image. And well if you think this is mere joke, see you tomorrow in the headlines my love.

To the moon and never back ~

Y/N”

Seungcheol just sat there, the paper crumbling in his hands, the shock taking over his body. How could a guy who didn’t think of anything but romance be able to manipulate him into giving up his career. Checking the time which halted at 9pm, Seungcheol not taking this lightly rushed to his car and drove the spot he and Y/N had their first date. A cliff which Seungcheol had founded while filming for going seventeen. The sunset adding the sparkle to the champagne as they clinked their glasses to the eternal future filled with love. How they shared their plans for the future, Y/N merely a first-year English honour student while Seungcheol finding the muse in him for their next album.

They laughed the evening,

They smiled the night,

They fell in love at the sun’s sight.

As soon as Seungcheol reached the spot, he was not shocked to see Y/N waiting for him. He was definitely not used to seeing Y/N being all buffed up. The back his used to hug had definitely become broader, the waist he used to hold, had definitely become smaller, the legs which he would hold had definitely become thicker.

“Y/N” Seungcheol called out, for him to be greeted by the eyes where once he saw his love. Instead of holding the usual glint, the black orbs now being a sign of darkness.

“You came.” Y/N smirked, very well knowing the answer as to why he came.

“You called.”

“I called or did your dangling future called.”

“It’s not like that-”.

“Honey leave the bullshit. I am not dating you anymore and neither are you. I am here to just get some reward for the information I have dug up.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Stoop so low that you will leak the relationship.”

“Just to correct you, firstly, the relationship we had. Secondly, who am I to stoop low when the other guy has to send his company to break up.”

“I had my reasons.”

“Such as winning a daesang, going on a world tour, releasing 3 hit albums ?”

“Try to understand, I was forced-.”

“Keep your excuses for your next song. Don’t give me the crap.” Y/N said while moving a step towards Seungcheol while the latter took a step backward, wanting to keep his distance if the former tried to pull a trick.

“I have enough words for my next album Y/N. Do not worry about how much money I can through that. How much money do you want instead for keeping your mouth shut.”

“I remembered you liked my mouth open wide, guess people change over time.” Y/N simply winked while taking another step towards Seungcheol.

“Cut the crap-”

“That’s a lot of attitude coming from a person who has a lot to lose.”

“What do you want? You name it, Money, sponsorship, trips, luxury, just name it.”

“ I wish money could buy what I wanted Seungcheol. Sadly, it’s something only you can give.”

“Tell me, just tell me and I will do it.”

“Such a good lil pup you have become, An apology.”

“What!? Are you kidding me Y/N!? You made me come here just to apologise!? Ok, then here you go. Sorry Y/N for breaking your little heart. Happy?”

Y/N just stared at Seungcheol, taking a step forward each time each time Seungcheol backed.

“Happier than before, thanks to you my love.”

“Don’t call me that, anyways I shall be leaving, had enough of your nonsense in the middle of the night.”

“Of course, leave as you shall please, but only if the twig you are standing on does not break before you move.”

As soon as the words came out of Y/N’s mouth, the snapping of the twig was heard, Seungcheol losing his grip and trying to find something he could grab, before slipping down the cliff only to hang from the edge of the cliff.

Seungcheol looking around with frail eyes, his breathing becoming haggard, his hands holding on for dear life.

“YOU PLANNED THIS DIDN’T YOU!?” Seungcheol gritted through his teeth, trying his best not to move much to avoid losing his grip and falling.

“Nah, that’s just nature playing against you. I have yet to take my apology.” With that Y/N kicked Seugcheol’s hand, which was hanging on the cliff. Seungcheol wanted to scream but could not, he knew the music in his album had finished playing. He could only stare at the guy who was once the love of his life. His life flashing through his eyes, his members, his family, his friends, Y/N.

Y/N just stood there, watching him fall, not feeling an ounce of regret. The months he spent crying and dwelling on that guy finally redeeming as something useful.

“I can call you anything my love,

But at your funeral when cries are what I hear,

I shall take pride in bringing you the rose,

The petals flying as the wind blows,

The rose which is dear,

The black rose, capturing the fear.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

⤷♡.+ Status: OPEN.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

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6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper, Hannibal, Criminal Minds, The Last Kingdom.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

#yandere #dark #yandere au #dark au #commissions #writing commissions

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years ago

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This is sooo cute. My delulu self wish Taemin was obsessed with me

The Boy Who Cried Love - Yandere!Taemin X Reader

Yandere AU - Based off of this ask

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Masturbation)

Pairing: Taemin X Reader

Words: 9,226

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It’s here~ I do really hope you all enjoy this one, as it’s a bit different form my usual Yandere AUs. Bit of an open ending, so you guys can imagine what happens next. Again, I do not believe Taemin would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy!

Keep reading

#taemin x reader #yandere!taemin

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iridescentxstars · 4 months ago

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↳ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ❜𝟐𝟎 ༉‧₊

[ ✧.* ] alien!jongin — monster cock, fuck machine & tentacles [ ✧.* ] alien!jongin — xenophilia & oviposition [ ✧.* ] alien!jongin — oviposition & tentacle [ ✧.* ] alien!jongin — stomach bulge & overstimulation [ ✧.* ] angel!jongin — voyeurism & solo masturbation [ ✧.* ] angel!jongin — fuck machine & sex toys [ ✧.* ] incubus!baekhyun & angel!taemin — orgasm denial & threesome [ ✧.* ] yandere!baekhyun — stomach bulge & creampie [ ✧.* ] human!baekhyun — size difference & breeding [ ✧.* ] incubus!baekhyun — wax play & tentacles [ ✧.* ] incubus!jongin — cockwarming & daddy/baby girl [ ✧.* ] demon!jongin — master/pet & dirty talk [ ✧.* ] demon!jongin — monster cock & tentacles [ ✧.* ] mafia!jongin — biting & orgasm denial [ ✧.* ] human!baekhyun — sensory deprivation & breeding [ ✧.* ] naga/snake hybrid!baekhyun — master/pet [ ✧.* ] sub!jongin — bondage & wax play [ ✧.* ] vampire!jongin — blood kink & oral [ ✧.* ] werewolf!kai & vampire!jongin — threesome, marking & knotting [ ✧.* ] killer!jongin — blood kink & sensory deprivation [ ✧.* ] vampire!jongin — edging, creampie & rough sex [ ✧.* ] mer!jongin — solo masturbation & praise/worship [ ✧.* ] werewolf!jongin — breeding & knotting [ ✧.* ] werewolf!jongin — breeding & creampie [ ✧.* ] killer!taemin — bondage & orgasm denial [ ✧.* ] sorcerer!jongin — praise & cockwarming [ ✧.* ] sorcerer!jongin — dom/sub & sex toys [ ✧.* ] werewolf!jongin — blood kink & overstimulation [ ✧.* ] kelpie!taemin — breath play & sensory deprivation [ ✧.* ] vampire!baekhyun — blood kink, biting & overstimulation

#[ ☆ ] — masterlist #[ ☆ ] — event ; kinktober

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mymoodwriting · 1 year ago

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7k, yandere, mental asylum, anxiety, questions of sanity, voices in your head, headaches, manipulation, satanic cultists, rituals, temp play, hot candle wax, restraints, needles, drugs, bruises, sore throat, screaming, running, abuse, physical abuse, psychic abilities (@starillusion13)

“Do you remember me?”

You jolted awake, looking around your room only to discover you were alone. You were probably just hearing things, so you got up and did your morning stretches, getting ready for the day. Although it wasn’t that simple.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Whatever this voice was, it seemed to persist, and you refused to acknowledge it. You couldn’t go back down this rabbit hole, especially not now.

“You can’t just forget about me!”

“Shut up!”

You were halfway down the stairs when you shouted, really needing this to stop. Then you noticed your aunt at the foot of the stairs, looking up at you.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one!”

“Huh?”

“I… I mean you… I thought you said something…”

“That’s no way to talk to your aunt.”

“Sorry…”

You offered an apologetic smile and rushed down, trying to hurry out the front door but your aunt grabbed your arm and held you back. You kept a smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“Are you hearing things again?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Hm… I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“NO!”

Your aunt’s grip on your arm got stronger and she dragged you out of the house. You fought her all the way but she still beat you in the end. Once you were at the hospital you had to calm down a bit, or else you’d only be helping her case.

“Aunt, I’m not crazy!” You pleaded. “I don’t hear voices in my head anymore!”

“That’s not what it looked like today.”

“Aunt!”

You dread stepping foot in that place, and were trying to fight back. Yet you began to feel this throbbing ache in your head. You groaned, your vision starting to fade.

“No, no, no, no, no…”

🖤

You whimpered as you began to regain consciousness, already fearing the worse situation. You didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to get up at some point. You sighed when you were greeted by a blank ceiling, glancing around the empty room to confirm your aunt had admitted you into the hospital. Your little scene just outside must have made it easy to convince the doctors, so now you had to get yourself out which was easier said than done. At least you weren’t restrained.

The door to your room was locked, so you banged your fist against it and called for someone. A nurse came over, but instead of listening to you they took you to speak with one of the doctors there. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, but you knew now that you had been admitted you’d have to go through the proper procedures in order to get out. Soon enough you found yourself waiting in a small office until the doctor showed up. They greeted you, acting like this was just a regular check up, but this was the last place you wanted to be.

“How are you today?”

“I’m fine. I’d really just like to go home.”

“I understand that, but it’s important-”

“I’m over the age of eighteen, a legal adult, I didn’t consent to being admitted. My aunt doesn’t have the right to lock me up here.”

“Miss y/n you collapsed outside the hospital, this is more of a follow up to that incident than anything else.”

“Well I’m fine. I don’t have a concussion or anything do I?”

“No.”

“See, I’m good. Can I leave now?”

“Physically, you may be alright, but what about mentally?”

“I’m fine as well.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“I have looked in your file. You were quite upset when your imaginary friend stopped talking to you, which makes sense as you were just a child. Has something happened in your recent life to trigger a return of your friend?”

“…”

“It’s in your best interest to stay for a few days as we-”

“No. You have no grounds to keep me here.” You stood up. “I’m perfectly fine and don’t-”

You suddenly felt this throbbing ache in your head, finding yourself growing unsteady. You fell to your knees, holding your head, but it wasn’t helping. The doctor came around but their voice sounded muffled. Your vision was fading to black again and you tried to stay awake but ultimately passed out.

🖤

This time, as you regained your consciousness, there was no light, just darkness. Your eyes needed a moment to adjust, but it didn’t bring you comfort. The room seemed to have a different layout, and the world around you was far quieter. You were sitting up when the door suddenly opened and a few people walked in. Before you could ask anything, hands were on you dragging you out of bed and out of the room. You began screaming and demanding answers, but they didn’t listen. You had no idea where they were taking you, but when you entered this room with lit candles scattered around your heart sank.

There were others present, hiding their faces and figures with cloaks. You could see red lines on the floor, noting the candles were specifically placed. While struggling you suddenly felt a prick in your arm, seeing someone pull a needle out of you. Soon enough you began to feel weak, and you were laid out on the floor. Your head was swimming, your heart pounding in your ears from fear. You had no idea what was going on as the dark figures surrounded you and began speaking in a tongue you didn’t understand.

Next thing you knew you were screaming. Someone stood over you, pouring hot wax onto your neck and then trailing it down your chest. Even trying to get it off was difficult and it burned to do so. Nothing made sense around you, it all felt like some bad dream, and you so desperately wanted to wake up. Instead you could feel yourself drifting off, sinking into this void as the pain and darkness swallowed you whole. You feared this was the end of your existence, and you were powerless to do anything.

🖤

You gasped awake, only to immediately grab your throat and whimper from the pain. It was a sign that what you had experienced was very real and not just some vivid nightmare. Now that you were settling into your reality you looked around the room again. This definitely wasn’t the hospital your aunt had admitted you to. After a moment you carefully got up, stumbling your way over to the door. To your surprise it was unlocked, and you stepped out into a quiet hallway. You didn’t hear any sounds of life, but you weren’t alone.

“Welcome home.”

A hoarse scream escaped your lips when you heard the voice again. You grabbed your head, shaking it back and forth. This wasn’t real, none of this could be real. You started moving, slowly going faster and faster, wanting to escape whatever this was. Luckily you found a way out of the building, seeing nothing but trees and wilderness surrounding you. It didn’t make sense, but you just wanted to get away from this place, so you picked a direction and ran. As far as you knew there was nothing but wilderness, and then you came across an abandoned building. You could see the graffiti on the outside, finding it strangely familiar.

Against your better judgment you approached the building, stepping inside. It was empty, but as far as you could tell it hadn’t been abandoned for long, the graffiti wasn’t that faded. As you walked the halls you began to realize the familiarity of it. These symbols were like those you had seen last night, and it sent chills down your spine. You were starting to feel uneasy, your legs shaking and giving out. You collapsed to the floor, crawling back and wanting to get on your feet, but then that voice came back.

“Do you like it?”

You screamed despite the ache, grabbing your head. You wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare, but it was starting to dawn on you this was all very real. The tears began falling, and you really just wanted to go home. You were in your own little despair that you didn’t feel someone else’s presence.

“Hello…”

You gasped, and looked over to see a young gentleman sitting at your side. He stared at you curiously, offering you a warm smile.

“Who… who are you…”

“Taemin, and you?”

“I… I…”

“You’re new here. I haven’t seen your face before. I’m surprised you found this place already.”

“What… what is… here… I’m not…”

“I know.”

“Huh?”

“I believe you. I’ve been here long enough to know what crazy looks like.” Taemin sighed and stared out the window. “It’s unfortunate that you’re here. They won’t help you.”

“What…?”

“Look around. The symbols all over the walls, the state of the main building and this place. The supposed asylum we’re at is run by a bunch of insane cultists worshiping Lucifer. They use their patients for rituals and other things.”

You reached up to grab your throat, images of that night flashing before your eyes. You couldn’t really deny that what had happened last night was a dream, not anymore. This was all real, and it terrified you.

“I need to escape…”

“You can’t.”

“I’ll find a way. I-”

“The perimeter of this asylum is lined with barbed wire fences, and there are cameras all along them as well. There’s no signal out here so you can’t make calls, not that you’d find a phone. No one is waiting for us.”

“Huh?”

“How do you think this place operates? They offer to take away the undesirables from society. Whoever your guardian is, they know you can’t reach them from here and won’t be their problem anymore. Whatever they pay, it’s worth it to get rid of us. That’s why this place is so worn down. All they do is feed us and keep us locked up like animals.”

You didn’t want to believe his words, but it all made too much sense. No way you’d be allowed out of hospital anytime soon after collapsing, twice, especially if your aunt had anything to say about it. She had to raise you ever since your parents passed away. When you were little and had your imaginary friend you knew she saw you as a burden, and that never went away. If she had the chance to send you somewhere else far from her where she’d never have to see you again, you didn’t doubt she’d take it. However much she was paying to keep you here would be worth it in her eyes. Perhaps on her end she thought you were getting some psychiatric care for the voices in your head, but it certainly didn’t matter either way.

“She finally did it… she threw me away…”

“In a strange sense…” Taemin leaned in close, brushing some hair out of your face. “You’re free now.”

“Free?”

“Like I said. They just feed us, the rest is up to us. Come with me.”

Taemin took your hand and pulled you to your feet, leading you out of the room. As you walked down the hall, hand in hand, he took you up a flight of stairs. You began to hear a commotion, to hear the sounds of life. There was laughter and happy chatter, and soon enough you saw other people roaming around. They had smiles on their face and seemed to be enjoying themselves, although you couldn’t understand why. Taemin took you up to the rooftop of the building, having you stand by the edge with him.

All you could see were the tops of trees, but the fresh air was nice. You needed this, a moment to just breathe and process. While you stood there you found yourself realizing just how true Taemin’s words were. Here you felt free. No one had expectations of you, and there was no one you had to appease everyday. You glanced over at Taemin who had his eyes closed and head lifted up to the sun, basking in its warm light. He seemed quite content, even though he had apparently been here for a long time. Seeing him like this gave you a sense of peace. Even though you were scared for what your future held you felt that you’d be alright with him.

“Breakfast will be served in a bit. I’ll show you around before then.”

Taemin took your hand again and led you back down. You realized this build was three stories high and made of concrete. There were all types of miscellaneous items around, and all the people you came across greeted you with a smile on their face. Your throat still ached from the hot wax, and it wasn’t easy to talk, but you had so many questions, and you felt that you could trust Taemin to tell you the truth.

“What is this building?” You asked. “It’s not where I woke up…”

“This is where everyone would rather be, although our beds are elsewhere. You woke up in the main building, where our food is, where we sleep, and where the cameras are.”

“I see… where are the staff?”

“No idea. No one really cares though.”

“Hm.”

There were plenty of activities around to entertain yourself with, but it was all up to you. After getting more familiar with what Taemin called the hideout a loud bell began to sound. You looked around, wondering where the source was coming from.

“It’s just a recording that plays throughout the grounds. It just means breakfast is served.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s go.”

You followed Taemin, others also leaving the hideout and making their way. Everyone seemed to move together, and you could see that a trail had been made into the ground over time. When you got to the main building you were shown to the cafeteria, expecting to see staff, but there was no one. Trays were laid out on a table with classic breakfast foods but that was it.

“Where is… everyone?”

“This is it. They just leave food out for us, and we eat what we want until it’s gone.”

“And you all just… follow the honor system?”

“We’ve known each other for a while now, and we’re all we’ve got. There’s no reason to start a commotion. Besides, if anything gets out of hand then someone will show up and that’s the last thing any of us want.”

“Noted.”

“Since it’s your first time you should get first pick.”

“Wait-”

Taemin took you to the front of the line, and to your surprise everyone let you do so. You felt a bit guilty about it, but no one seemed upset, and Taemin was very encouraging. You got a modest amount of food, not really that hungry, and not entirely trusting the food, but no one else seemed to have an issue with it. You sat with Taemin, and a few others joined you as well, introducing themselves. The atmosphere over breakfast further helped to put you at ease. This may not be a place you willingly came to but you were glad to know everyone was nice. At least the other patients were, and you didn’t really want to know about the staff.

Taemin took you under his wing as he showed you how things worked there. It really seemed like this place was more of a summer camp for adults. All the other patients were around your age, and everyone welcomed you with open arms. Even though you had woken up in a room by yourself, everyone actually slept together in what seemed like a dorm with bunk beds. There were still plenty open and so you could pick one for yourself. The days were yours to do as you pleased with, and you had to admit it was quite enjoyable. It was rather easy to forget why you were here. Taemin made sure you had a smile on your face every morning, always staying by your side as you discovered more and more about this place.

When he took you to the waterfall you were left speechless. You had never seen one in real life before, and stepping into the water almost felt like a dream. Taemin joined you in the water, the two of you starting a bit of a splash fight before you retreated behind the waterfall. The sounds of the water running, and the coolness of this little pocket, it was very soothing. You were soon joined by Taemin, the two of you hiding and resting for a moment. This whole place was feeling more and more like a vacation, and the people around you were like friends.

The pillow fight you had one morning gave you the chance to experience something you never did, and it was wonderful. You were laughing and smiling like never before as all the feathers fell around you. Then you saw Taemin off to the side watching you with a gentle smile on his face. You came over to him and pulled him into the chaos, wanting to share in such a moment, to make this memory together. Everything you were living here was like a dream come true but that fantasy would soon come crashing down. One night you were woken up by a strange noise, looking around to see it was still dark out, yet some beds were empty.

“Taemin…”

You had chosen a bottom bunk, so you could easily get out of bed without waking anyone else. Once you were up you noticed Taemin wasn’t in bed, and heard some noise coming from out in the hall. You carefully peeked your head out, but there was nothing. Yet the noise persisted, so you decided to investigate. When you turned the corner you could see a figure down the hall stumbling around, and go into another room. You slowly approached, coming to what you thought was the laundry room, seeing someone curled up on the floor. For a moment everything seemed okay, and then they yelled and grabbed their head before turning back to face you. Their sudden actions startled you and you collapsed to the floor with a yelp.

“Tae… Taemin… are you okay…”

“I should ask you…”

Taemin took a deep breath and then crawled over to you. As he got closer you could see this pain behind his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before. He offered you a soft smile and took your hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“What… what happened?”

“Remember how I told you the staff here were cultists…”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not sure what type of rituals they’re performing… but it’s doing something…”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know… I get these dizzy spells, we all do… and this headache… I can’t really describe it…”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so. It’s only been getting worse.”

“What are they doing all this for?”

“No idea… they believe their loyalty will be rewarded… so they continue to do all this…”

“Taemin, we have to escape. We need the world to know what they’re doing here and-”

“You ungrateful little girl!”

You yelled and grabbed your head, hearing that voice booming in your mind once again. Taemin looked at you with concern, grabbing your arms.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“This is your home now! Don’t even think about leaving, I won’t let you!”

“Stop… just stop…”

“Y/n, what are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”

“You can’t leave!”

“Shut up!”

“Y/n… who are you talking to?”

“… no one… it’s nothing…”

“Do you… do you hear a voice in your head?” You could only nod. “You hear him…”

“Him?”

“Lucifer.”

You shook your head violently and screamed. There was no way this voice in your head was the devil, it was just your imagination. Taemin pulled you into his arms, giving you the chance to let the tears flow.

“I’m sorry…”

“No… no it’s not the devil… it’s just my imagination…”

“Is that what you want to believe?”

“Shut up!”

“Take a deep breath, okay? Just deep breaths and focus on my voice, everything’s going to be alright.”

Taemin kept saying reassuring things, holding you close until things began to feel better for you. The voice seemed to quiet down for the moment, but you were still terrified over the implications.

“What’s happening to me…”

“It’s not your fault… they must have already done some rituals with you…”

“When… when I first got here… there was chanting… and they poured hot wax on my throat…”

“Of course… you were brought here because you hear voices.”

“How… how do you know that?”

“We all know why each of us are here… no point in keeping it a secret.”

“Right… but I’m not hearing the devil…”

“They thought you could be the connection they were looking for.”

“No, no I’m not-”

“Sh, it’s okay. As long as we keep this a secret, everything will be fine.”

“And what if they find out?”

“They won’t.”

“Taemin…”

“I… well then maybe we can use this to our advantage…”

“How?”

“I’m not sure… I’ll think of something, but no one can find out that you’re hearing things.”

“Okay…”

“Y/n, look at me. Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll be free in the end. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

🖤

You stuck close to Taemin, it seemed that the voice didn’t bother you if he was around. Although now you were paranoid. Always looking over your shoulder and worried someone might discover your secret and tell the staff. Taemin was well aware of this, and did his best to distract you, but something changed about him that night too. He got quiet, and you rarely saw his smile anymore, but he was still Taemin. Even if he hadn’t told you, it would have been obvious he had been there the longest given the fact everyone listens to him. Still, in the back of your mind you knew something was wrong.

One morning you had been sleeping in when you began to feel this warmth traveling up your body. It didn’t concern you, but it was enough to stir you from your slumber. As you opened your eyes you saw a blurry figure on top of you, starting to register that the warmth was their hands slowly wrapping around your throat. Now you were alert, moving to get this person off of you only for them to grab your hands and pin them to your sides. You struggled for a bit before realizing who it was, although it only eased your concerns for a bit. Taemin stared down at you curiously, and you felt a bit nervous.

“Taemin… are you okay…”

“Good morning.”

“Morning… what are you doing?”

Taemin didn’t say anything before screaming and grabbing his head, falling off the bed. You quickly got up, grabbing his head and hoping he didn’t hurt himself. He continued to yell and squirm for a bit before seeming to regain his senses.

“Taemin…”

“I’m fine… I’m fine… sorry…”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know… are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Sorry…”

“Taemin, we can’t stay like this. It looks like it’s only getting worse for you. We need to get you help, we need to get away from this place.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“But we have to try.”

Taemin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remaining in his arms. He wanted this moment to last, to never leave it, but there were still things to do before he could have what he wanted. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“What if we told the truth.”

“What? You mean about me?”

“Yes.”

“I thought… but if they know…”

“We can take control.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the connection between them, and what they’ve been worshiping. They’ll listen to what you say, you’re basically their prophet.”

“But… but how does this work for us?”

“Once you gain their trust, you can tell them anything you want, and they’ll do it.”

“Yeah, but they won’t just let me leave… not any of us.”

“Which is why we don’t ask, but work it in. Everyone here wants freedom, so they’ll be on our side.”

“I like this idea.”

“Shut up.”

“We can both be free this way.”

“And you’ll leave me alone?”

“That seems to be the outcome.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

“You think you’re the only person I can speak to?” A sinister chuckle filled your head. “I can tell others about you, expose you and work against you in this plan if I so desire. How do you think you got here?”

“What does that mean? What did you do!”

“Not much honestly. A simple whisper here and there, a name, a location, a reason. You’ve heard my voice before, so it makes you the perfect candidate.”

“Before… you mean… when I was little… it was you…”

“Yes. It’s always been me, and my power has only grown now that I’m here. So I suggest you cooperate before I make you.”

“What’s he saying?” Taemin questioned. “Will he help us?”

“I…”

“I’m in control here, so don’t try anything funny.”

“Y/n?”

“I… I don’t think he’ll help… but he won’t work against us…”

“Okay, that’s good.”

“How? What’s your plan here?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then just follow my lead.”

Taemin didn’t share his plan right away, wanting to move past the morning first and for both of you to be in a better headspace. After eating you went to the waterfall, enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of the water.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“If we do this… we have to go all in, no hesitation.”

“… what’s your plan?”

“I need you to understand this won’t be easy, and you might not like it.”

“Are you sure it’ll work?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise.”

It wasn’t until you heard the plan did you understand Taemin’s concern. His idea wasn’t pretty, nor was it kind. He wanted you to gain the trust of the director, and convince him to perform a specific ritual. This would be the ultimate test of their loyalties where they would sacrifice their own lives in order to summon their master, and they would be rewarded with their own resurrection. Like you had promised, you’d go through with the plan, and if this was it, then you needed to swallow your fears and commit. Your only real question now was how you would get an audience with the director, but Taemin already had an answer for that.

Since there were cameras along the perimeter, that’s where you would go to draw attention. It sounded a bit dangerous, but Taemin assured you that everything would be okay. You went over the plan a few times before putting it into motion. Taemin pointed you in the right direction, and left you alone so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed. You took a deep breath and worked yourself up, needing to be under stress for this to work. As you walked you began to get into the headspace, eventually deciding to run. You kept moving until you came to the fence, crashing against it and screaming. You made a few failed attempts to climb it, and ultimately collapsed to the floor hugging your knees.

At this point the tears were real. You were so caught up in your head, so afraid of what would happen if this didn’t work that you didn’t realize you weren’t alone for long. You felt something poke you and looked up to see three people dressed in white surrounding you, each holding what you assumed to be a stun baton. The fear was real, but you had to continue with the plan. After a moment of silence you sprung to life and started crawling over to one of the figures, begging for help because the voices wouldn’t stop. You honestly thought you would have been hit, but you never were. Instead you made it to hug one of their legs, crying and begging to make it stop.

“Who are you speaking to?”

You looked over to see a fourth person, and his features matched what Taemin had told you, this person was the director. He squatted down to meet you at eye level, a reassuring smile on his face. You found it disgusting, but you couldn’t blow this.

“His name is Andre Stevenson. A loyal worshiper of the devil since he was sixteen, never been married. Speak to him like a child, it’ll boost his ego.”

“Can… can you help me… please, Mr. Stevenson…”

“What did you call me?”

“Your name… Andre Stevenson… he says you’re a good friend… and that you can help me…”

“Who said that?”

“Him… he’s in my head… please help me… he wants out, I want him out…”

“He wants out?”

“Yes… he says you met when you were sixteen… and should get a present for being so good…”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Can… can you make him go away…”

“That depends. What can I do?”

“He says… he says he wants… he wants to meet you…”

“Does he? And how would we do that?”

“He… he says there’s a way…”

“Go on.”

This was the part that got you nervous. The director wasn’t a stranger to rituals, but one that involved taking his own life, you weren’t sure how he’d take it. Although before you could speak the plan the voice in your head began feeding you line. You couldn’t disobey, and repeated what he said. This new ritual seemed far more real, and far more dangerous. The director listened, seeming to understand and see that you weren’t making things up.

“Well then, I suppose we should get started.” The director said. “Go back to your room now, everything is going to be okay.”

Despite your condition, they only seemed to care about what you had told them. Others pried you off the person you had been holding on to, throwing you to the ground. They all walked off and you soon found yourself alone again. You were relieved to see that the plan worked, or at least it seemed that way for now. You slowly got on your feet, making your way back to the main building. Along the way you found Taemin.

“How did it go?”

“It worked… although things did change.”

“What do you mean?”

“The voice… I think it told me a real ritual… I had to repeat it…”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know… if they actually summon the devil… I don’t know what will happen…”

“One problem at a time.”

To ease your mind Taemin took you to your favorite spot, the waterfall. You partially wanted to clean yourself off from interacting with the staff, deciding to get in the water. Taemin joined you after a while, and the two of you went over to your little spot behind the waterfall, helping you relax all the more.

“Taemin.”

“Hm?”

“If this works, what are you gonna do?”

“Uh… I’m not sure. I can’t really go home. There’s no guarantee I won’t get sent somewhere else. What about you?”

“I think I’m in the same boat. I don’t really have a home to go back to.”

“You can stay with me, and be my queen. I can give you everything.”

“No.”

“Y/n, focus on me.”

“I’m fine.” You assured. “I’m not listening to the voice in my head.”

“That must be hard since you’ve heard it before when you were a child. What was it like?”

“Honestly… it was kinda nice. I had a friend I could always talk to, so I wasn’t alone.”

“And the voice went away eventually, right?”

“It was so sudden, and it made no sense. Everyone just told me I was growing up, but I knew something was wrong. I guess it finally makes sense now. I wasn’t imagining things, and they really just disappeared. I missed them… I shouldn’t.” You sighed. “What about you? I don’t know why you’re here, yet you say you’ve been here the longest. That is if you want to share.”

“It’s alright. I’d honestly say our stories are similar.”

“Are they?”

“I spoke to someone who wasn’t there too, and it drove my parents nuts. They tried therapy but I still had my friend, and I didn’t want to let go. Eventually they got tired of me and sent me away. I bounced around a few places and then wound up here. Whatever they’ve been doing, it has some effect. I’ve begun to hear more voices in my head ever since I got here.”

“It’s strange… making friends with someone who’s not really there with you… you have good memories, yet you feel so alone too…”

“You don’t have to be alone anymore, or ever again.”

“Thanks, Taemin.”

As it was getting late you got out of the water and made your way back, going to this small fenced off area. You weren’t sure what it used to be but you could see others there as well. Some fires were going, but everyone was enjoying themselves. Music was being played by makeshift instruments, and you quite liked the vibe. Taemin pulled you close to dance as the sun set, bringing a smile to your face. You had to admit, things were better with him around.

“Taemin.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad I met you.”

“Me too.” Taemin smiled. “After tonight, we can all breathe easy.”

Everything seemed to be going well, and then you suddenly heard yelling. What you could only describe as staff members arrived and ambushed everyone. Some tried to run but they’d wind up caught and sedated. Taemin took your hand, snapping you out of your frozen state and pulling you along. There wasn’t really anywhere to go, so you were both caught and sedated as well. Your fear from before came back, crashing down on you as darkness swallowed you whole.

🖤

As you began to open your eyes again your senses were returning to you. Things were still blurry, but when you tried to move you realized you were restrained. You were laid back and tied down to some type of table. You tried to free yourself, but you were still out of it from the drugs. You did hear a bit of a commotion, managing to look around and see Taemin struggling with some of the staff members. You tried to speak, but that only got the attention of someone else. A hand came down to pull your head back and to the side.

“… stop… whatever…”

“Sh, save your strength for tonight.”

You felt a pinch on your neck and drifted off again, uncertain if Taemin would be alright, or if you would be. When you woke up later you found yourself laying on the cold hard ground. As you opened your eyes you could see that you were surrounded by darkness, the only light coming from the candles that were around. Your hands were tied behind your back, and your legs tied together. You managed to get up on your knees, looking around and realizing you were at the center of a pentagram again. You began to notice the cloaked figures as well, and they all seemed to have someone on their knees before them, the other patients.

“You’re finally awake.”

You looked up to see the director standing in front of you, Taemin on his knees with a knife to his throat. You yelled and tried to move closer but the director only pressed the blade further against Taemin’s neck. You feared he’d draw blood so you stopped.

“What are you doing? This isn’t how the ritual is supposed to go!”

“The ritual requires a sacrifice, many, and I don’t see why it has to be and my followers when we have plenty of lambs.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“A sacrifice is a sacrifice.”

“This is a test of loyalty! And you dare question-”

“Has he said anything? Is he unhappy? Everything seems to be working, so let us proceed.”

“Do not be afraid.”

The director raised his blade, as did others, but then Taemin started laughing. It filled the air, creating a sense of uneasiness. Everyone seemed to freeze, not sure what was going on.

“Apologies…” Taemin chuckled. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this, but I couldn’t get everyone’s loyalties.”

For a moment the world was still, and then everything came to life. No one else besides you had been restrained, the others held down by the threat of the knife, but now that was gone. They sprung up and attacked those that were in cloaks, taking their weapons and using them against them. You heard screaming and immediately shut your eyes, not wanting to witness anything yourself. It was all happening so fast that the only thing you were aware of was your racing heartbeat. Then slowly you realized it had gone quiet. You carefully peeked your eyes opening, seeing the candles were out and there was only darkness.

“It’s over now.”

You heard footsteps approaching, making you tremble. When you felt a hand on your shoulder you jumped, but you were held still. Someone reached down to undo your restraints, freeing your hands and legs.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Whoever helped you walked around and stood before you, holding their hand out. You couldn’t make out their face in the darkness, and then the lights came on. You needed a moment to adjust, and then you saw Taemin.

“… Taemin… I don’t understand…”

“You’re safe now.”

Your eyes went wide as you finally put it together. Hearing the voice and seeing his face, it clicked. Although you weren’t sure you wanted to believe it.

“… you… it’s you… has it always…”

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

“… how… I don’t… how?”

“I’ve always been special. I could hear everyone else, and I could speak to others in their head too. Of course it drove my parents mad and they threw me away. Eventually I wound up here. No outside contact, no way of escape. These people were crazy, and I wasn’t going to reveal myself to them. As you can imagine I was very uncooperative too.” Taemin knelt down to meet your eyes. “Yet that wouldn’t stop these people from performing their rituals on me. I’m not sure what their goal was, but it did something. It made my power stronger, and made me realize I could use it to my advantage. Of course by then I knew none of these cultists would listen to me, nor would they listen to the others, so I needed someone new.”

“… you mean me…”

“Yes. My power had grown stronger, I could reach someone further away, and after some time I found you again.”

“You made me look crazy!”

“I know you’re not, but I also know no one else would believe you. A few whispers here and there to push our dear director in the right direction to bring you here. An average girl like you hearing voices isn’t normal, so it certainly gave him incentive.”

“So this whole time… you’ve been running things here…”

“The number of patients is greater than the staff, and they are easy to get in line. Everyone wants to believe in a higher power after all.”

“You mean… all of this… you’ve had it planned from the start… what they did to me when I came here…”

“I had to make sure you wouldn’t so easily speak to others until I met you, and also plant the idea that you could speak to their dear master.”

“You’re crazy!”

“I set you free.” Taemin stated. “I got you away from your poor excuse of a guardian, from the institution that would actually drive you insane, and now you’re here with me. You’re free.”

“Am I?”

“We can make our own future now.” Taemin leaned in close, whispering into your ear. “You have a gift of your own, and I would like to see it bloom.”

Taemin took your hand and helped you to your feet, leading you outside. You were still in your own head, processing everything that had just happened, and what Taemin had revealed to you. It was still dark out, the moonlight shining down, and the sky full of stars. Besides the moon there was still the light from the burning fires, and the others were dancing around and smiling like before, as if nothing had happened.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

You looked over at Taemin, seeing that beautiful smile on his face again. He could just make all your worries wash away with that look, and you were really considering just letting him. Despite how things have turned out, you couldn’t just forget all the good times you had experienced here.

“Have you ever seen the sunrise?”

“… no…”

“It’s beautiful, you’ll love it.”

Taemin kept walking, and soon enough you slipped out of his hand. He immediately stopped and looked back at you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to, and held his hand out to you again, gesturing for you to take it. Nobody really knew you were here, nobody cared, and no one would probably ever know what happened here either. It’s like you disappeared from the world when you came here, leaving behind any expectations and responsibilities you had. In a sense you were free, and the road before you was to be whatever you wanted it to be. So you took a breath, followed by a step forward, taking Taemin’s hand. He was content with your choice and the two of you walked side by side now on the same road as free spirits. The future was in your own hands, and you would face it all together.

#shinee #taemin #lee taemin #shinee au #taemin au #shinee imagines #taemin imagines #shinee scenarios #taemin scenarios #taemin yandere #shinee yandere

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xoalsoxtt · 7 months ago

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I write upon request!!!

#taemin #lee taemin #yandere #smut #shinee #choi minho #onew #kim kibum #lee jinki #jonghyun #kim jonghyun

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years ago

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Wedding Secrets (Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader

Pronouns: none used, written as an afab! reader. Reader does wear a dress.

Genre: Exes to lovers, non-idol au, Taemin is a famous cherographer and you two see each other at Hoshi's wedding.

Warning: smut of course, pussy eating, dom!reader, femdom, cheating, pulling Taem's hair, and grabbing his shirt. Y/n is called mommy

Word count: 1789.. it was supposed to be only 1000 words.

BTW, this is NOT the story I teased a week ago. I'm still working on my Yandere!Taemin fic.

I'm just so in love with Taemin y'all.. but y'all already knew that.

Happy Subby!September! Thank you to everyone who is reading, writing, and reblogging. We are just getting started!

Smut below the cut! Enjoy.

The wedding reception was vibrant and full of energy. But, your heart drops when you spot him from across the room.

Your ex.

At Hoshi's wedding, of all places? You both shared a mutual surprised look, and suddenly, the upbeat song seemed a bit too loud.

Memories of old times flashed by as you caught his eye. This was going to be an interesting evening for you.

Not to mention, the woman by his side is drop-dead gorgeous, and you're sure she's a model or some influencer.

Being a choreographer, you know he makes his rounds around the entertainment industry.

You get up from the table and head to the bathroom. The last thing you want is to show any emotions and make this about you. This is about celebrating your good friend, and you don't want to draw any attention to you.

You retreat to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is still perfect, your hair is flawless, and you look amazing in your outfit. You take a couple of deep breaths.

"I don't have feelings for him anymore.. so why am I tripping?"

"You don't have feelings for me.. anymore.. mommy?" Taemin voices announces into the bathroom, and you glare at him as you stare at him in the mirror.

While you thought hearing that name would feel foreign to you, instead, you miss it. A little more than you would like to admit.

You can't even hide your facial expressions, so you turn around to face him. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself in hopes that you can keep it together.

"No, we're over... remember?" Your echo of the truth is a reminder that he doesn't belong to you anymore.

He wanted to end things because he felt like monogamy wasn't something he wanted to continue. So, he walked away from you.

"I know that, but you haven't answered the question. Because if I'm being real with you. I'm not over you. Every person I sleep with, I have to close my eyes and imagine that it's you that I'm with."

Of course, the most infamous choreographer and dancer in your home country has been with other people since the split. That was the whole purpose, right? But it still doesn't feel good hearing it.

But, simultaneously, you feel a little emotion stir inside you, because he still isn't over you.

"Does my answer even matter?" You challenge him.

Taemin tilts his head, and studies your body language. His piercing dark brown eyes, and you know that right now, he's the bold, confident, loudmouth Taemin. In a snap of a finger, if you step into "mommy mode," he will be a whimpering mess under your control. He can get into his subspace so easily for you.

"For me, it does," he responds softly.

A surge of memories hits you – the late-night rehearsals, the impromptu dance sessions at dawn. The way you two would hook up at his dance studio. The passion between the two of you is undeniable. But you know, along with those fun memories comes the bitter ones, the fights, and the jealousy.

"Why now?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. "After all this time, after everything that happened, why bring this up now?"

You watch him take a deep breath, looking down momentarily, before returning his mesmerizing gaze to yours.

"It's simple. Everywhere I go, all I see and imagine is you. You used to choke me the way I liked, spank me, spoil me, love me, touch me. Make me submit like no one else could. I'm still in love with you, Y/n."

You want to speak, and you open your mouth to do so, but you stop yourself. You take a moment to process what he just told you.

Your relationship with him was such a whirlwind. He's never been your typical type of guy you like to date. You are quiet and reserved around people you don't know. Only a selected person gets to see your true personality shine.

But, Taemin is outspoken, flirty, and outgoing all the time. He's always the center of attention in some type of way. You never wanted to dim his light or stop his beautiful energy. But, at times, his innocence gets misinterpreted by someone dying for his attention.

Which created issues in your relationship. He has five million Instagram followers, which is more than some of the idols he choreographs for.

He's pretty much a big deal to a lot of people. But, no one has ever experienced him in the way that you have.

"Kiss me," you mumble.

You get out of your head and try to ground yourself back into your body. You know you will ruminate over this if you don't let your body take the lead.

Taemin steps closer into your presence and presses his soft, juicy lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, and you allow him to take the lead momentarily. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hands around your waist, and you pull him closer to your body.

You pull back from him, and you feel that familiar feeling come over you. That surge of energy allows you to take control of the situation.

"Mommy? Can I taste you?" The words slip off his tongue so quickly, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face right into your pussy.

How did he know that you even wanted him in that way?

You removed Taemin's suit jacket and laid it on the sink, and you hiked up your dress so that you can prepare his meal for him.

How could you deny yourself the satisfaction of having the best head in your life? Even if it meant this was just a one-time hookup.

You spread your legs for Taemin, and you are already wet with excitement.

"Come on and eat it before your girlfriend comes looking for you," you taunt him.

"She doesn't care. She's just with me for her social media page."

You run your finger down your slit and feel how wet you are just from kissing Taemin. It never fails how you always react to him so easy.

Taemin smirks and kneels before you just enough to be at eye level at your core. He places his hands on your thighs for leverage as he jams his tongue inside you.

You instantly realize how much you have missed his tongue deep inside you. The feeling of his tongue warms you in a way that you can't explain. It's familiar, and it feels even better as he begins to lap at your folds.

"God, I've missed your tongue, Taem. You're still the best head I've ever had that."

You expect Taemin to respond to your comment, but he's lost himself inside of your sacred world. He mixes up his technique from sucking on your clit to giving you very slow, but passionate kisses that cause your body to jilt every time. To do it all over again in between speeds and variations.

The feeling of having Taemin eat you out like it's his last meal on Earth has your mind spinning a bit when he services you like this. You know that his words are really true.

There is no way that he eats out that IG model like this.

Taemin is way too good and knows exactly what you need when you need it.

He's so good at reading your body language since he's an empath. He knows what you want before you even say it. That's how in sync you two are.

But, you snap out of the state of euphoria, and you grab him by the hair. "Taem, now I know you heard me when I praised you... Is that how you respond to Mommy?"

"No, mommy. I'm sorry, you just taste so good. That's why I was in my own little world with your pussy. Thank you for praising me. You know I love when you do that. Can I continue to worship you?"

You instantly felt the aching of your sex when you pulled him away from you. You want to regret it, but you also know he must obey you.

"Fine, but you know I like it when you respond to me. Got it."

"Yes."

You stare into his eyes with his hair still in your hand and his beautiful plump lips covered in your juices.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Mommy."

"Good boy."

You release his hair and guide the back of his head back to your pussy. Not that you needed to guide him, but you like being able to control him in this way.

Taemin returns to pleasuring you like he never stops. He licks away at your pussy, and the gushy sound of his tongue and your juices mixed has you hornier than ever.

"Mommy.. I love pleasuring you."

"I can tell. You see how wet I am."

"I love it.. can I feel your juices on my fingers?"

"Yes.."

Taemin turns his hand over and sticks his thick middle finger inside you, and you clench around him. He runs his thumb over your clit in circles.

You look down at him, and you can't get over the fact that you never expected to be on a bathroom sink with your legs spread with Taemin's head in between them during your bestie's wedding.

As if on cue, Taemin runs his tongue across his top lip slowly to savor your taste.

You grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and savor the taste of yourself. These are the wild moments you miss.

Your tongue swirls around in his mouth as you two are locked in a passionate kiss. The combination of kissing him and his fingers working their magic on you is enough to tip you over the edge.

Taemin's skillful digits continue to pump into you, and you already feel yourself squirt on his middle finger.

"Finish me off," You pull away from Taemin and push his head back down.

Taemin holds onto you as he buries his face deep into your center, and he tongue fucks you because he knows that's what you like.

You both know your body is already so sensitive, and by the way, your hips are starting to buck you. The time to release is approaching.

You moan uncontrollably as Taemin's expert tongue explores every inch of your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The anticipation builds, and with one final flick of his tongue, you explode in a mind-shattering climax.

Taemin comes back up and licks his lips again. "I will never get enough of how you taste, Mommy."

You hop off the sink and adjust your dress. Your legs are wobbly, and Taemin helps you with your dress.

You kiss Taemin on the cheek and say, "I might let you taste me again."

#subby!september #sub!kpop #sub! idol #sub!idol x reader #kpop smut #sub!idol #dom!reader #taemin x reader #lee taemin #taemin smut #sub!shinee #sub!superm #afab!reader #dom!y/n #taemin x you #lee taemin x reader

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soggykookiesandcream · 2 years ago

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ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ - ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ᴘᴛ.ɪɪɪ (ᴍ)

Warnings: A few years later from the last bonus chapter; Jungwon is 27 and Taemin is 26, MATURE CONTENT later on in the chapter, fluff, fluff and fluff at the beginning, yandere thoughts, making out, talks about Taemin inheriting Taehyung's company, dom!Jungwon, sub!Taemin, brat!Taemin, brat taming, dirty talk, punishment, soft biting by Jungwon, praising, teasing, begging, blow job, hand job, slight face fucking, all of this happens with Jungwon under Taemin's desk, some thigh-slapping and pinching(??), a little bit of pain kink(?), exhibitionism; Jungwon sucks Taemin off on a phone call with Taehyung (not sure if it's called that but ok u get the idea), mentions of murder by Taehyung on call, soft and fluffy aftercare.

Word count: 3.2k+ (exact word count at the end)

Note: Lmao good luck bc idk wtf I wrote-

"I want kisses," Jungwon pouts hugging the blanket around him, "Can you please look up from your laptop and give me some, baby? You've been on that the whole day and you didn't even eat what I cooked."

"Baby," Taemin stretches on his desk, "I just have to finish up this report for the meeting tomorrow. My dad's expecting a lot from me and I need to impress him."

"Do you think I can help you?" Jungwon asks concerned about his boyfriend who worked hours together to inherit his dad's company.

"Hmm," the obsessed boy grins, "Maybe you could give me a few kisses?"

"Of course," the older stands up and heads to Taemin's desk, "Anything for my hardworking baby boy who I love the most."

Taemin's grin widens after hearing that and there was nothing Jungwon wouldn't do to see that sweet grin of his. The older bends down to kiss the younger's forehead sweetly, "Why don't you move to the bed, honey? I could give you a massage that way."

"You'd give me a massage? That sure does sound tempting," Taemin stands up taking his laptop and documents along with him. He crawls into bed like a baby seeking warmth and cuddles up to Jungwon.

"Mmm, my baby's tired, isn't he?" Jungwon rubs his back and places several kisses on his head, "He needs a lot of love, doesn't he?" Taemin nods aggressively with a shy grin.

"I'll give my baby love," Jungwon coos hugging him tighter, "Is my baby not hungry?"

Taemin shakes his head softly. It didn't matter if he didn't eat, he was immortal and would never die.

"No," Jungwon scowls, "You have to eat, baby. I'm gonna go get leftovers from lunch. You didn't eat the entire day. I'll be back," he shoves Taemin aside playfully as Taemin tries to grab Jungwon back into bed, "No, don't go- I'm fine."

"Shut it, baby or you'll get it later," Jungwon squints his eyes at Taemin to emphasize his point. Taemin pouts retreating into the bed.

"Good boy," the older throws praise before walking out of the room into the kitchen as the praise goes directly into Taemin's heart. He plops down onto the bed with a foolish grin as he inhales Jungwon's tantalizing scent from the pillows and sheet. How the hell did I deserve him?

He giggles softly at his thoughts. It doesn't matter if I didn't deserve him; I'd still have him.

He hears the microwave beep from the kitchen and stomps over to the kitchen, "Did you have anything, baby?"

Jungwon nods, "You don't worry about me! I know how to take care of myself. I'd never skip food even if I am dead, you fool. You, on the other hand, won't eat even if you're starving. What do you think you are, huh? Some immortal vampire who doesn't need to eat food to survive?"

Taemin gulps. Well, yes. Not a vampire but yes.

"No-"

"Then eat!" Jungwon places the plate in front of Taemin with a scowl, "I swear to god. If something happens to you, I'm gonna die. What am I supposed to tell your mom who told me to take care of you?"

Taemin realises that Jungwon was no longer playfully scolding him and was actually worried about him.

"Hey! Hey!" Taemin chuckles softly, "Calm down, baby. Don't worry. I'm fine. Totally fine. Why would I ever not be okay when you're here with me?"

"So, you wouldn't be okay if I wasn't there?" Jungwon asks folding his hands.

"Of course, I'd be okay — physically. I'd be struggling emotionally without you. What would I do without you?" Taemin hugs Jungwon from behind placing small kisses on his neck, "I love you so much, babe. You're the best."

"You're the worst," Jungwon turns away.

"Well," Taemin smiles, "How do I be the best? I'll do anything."

"Eat," Jungwon says walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water, "And then you'll be the best."

"Anything for my baby," Taemin yells towards the kitchen before sitting down to eat, sniffing his food, "This smells good! Did you make it?"

"Yeah," Jungwon rolls his eye with a smile, "Who else can cook that good?"

"Only you," the younger one chuckles softly digging into the food. He moans in delight, "God damn! What was I thinking when I missed lunch?"

"Exactly!" Jungwon says, "What made you think you can miss lunch that I made? The disrespect!" He says dramatically before plopping down on the chair next to his boyfriend.

"Am I the best now?" Taemin asks as he stuffs all of the food on his plate.

"No..," Jungwon looks away sadly.

"Hey," Taemin asks in a worried tone, "What's wrong, baby?"

"You still need to give me kisses," he says with a pout.

"Aww," Taemin chuckles, "I'll give my baby kisses. Lemme just go wash my hands. I'll be right back."

Jungwon smiles widely before nodding.

Oh, what I wouldn't do to see that smile.

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"Mmm," Jungwon squirms under Taemin who was feverishly mouthing at his neck, "You need to do your report, baby."

Taemin chuckles softly, "How about I do you now and the report later?"

"Sounds good but I need you to focus on your work," Jungwon smiles softly at Taemin, his thumb softly caressing his cheek. Studying the soft details of his face, Jungwon pulls his boyfriend into a soft loving kiss, "Go, baby boy. Make your man proud tomorrow."

"You know," Taemin smiles, "After I inherit the company, I'll buy a bigger mansion for us. Let's move out of this small apartment, ey?"

"Oh no, that's not required," Jungwon laces his fingers with Taemin's and brings it up for a kiss, "This is fine, love. It's even better when you're around. You're my home, love. The size of our home doesn't matter."

"But I wanna give you the best in this world," Taemin softly kisses his jaw, "I will give you everything, baby. You just have to ask."

"You're already giving me the best," the older grins, "You're giving me yourself."

"I want you to have more and everything," Taemin gets up pulling Jungwon with him, "I'll get my baby everything."

Jungwon chuckles softly, "You know how many girls out there want you?"

"You how many girls are out there but I only want you?" Taemin replies quickly.

"You should get back to," Jungwon gestures quotes with his hands, "doing your report."

Taemin bursts out laughing, "Yes, I should. Are you jealous?"

Jungwon scoffs, "How can I be jealous when I got a sexy man hot on my trail to fvck me every night?"

"Damn right, baby," Taemin grins taking his laptop and placing it on his lap.

"Lemme massage your legs," Jungwo shuffles closer to Taemin's legs.

"You don't have to, babe. I'm fine-" Taemin groans when Jungwon applies pressure on his legs and massages them, "Right there, babe- Yes- There. Ugh."

Jungwon smiles softly thinking all dirty and continues his ministrations on his leg. Taemin lets little grunts and groans when Jungwon presses onto the right spot. Jungwon couldn't stop his mind from wandering wildly into nasty thoughts.

"How're you feeling, love?" Jungwon bends low to press a kiss to his knee.

"So good," Taemin groans, "You're so good at massaging, babe."

"Of course," Jungwon smirks, "How could I not be good when I can get all those sexy moans from your mouth?"

"You can get better moans from my mouth, can't you?" Taemin smirks throwing a challenge at the older.

The older raises an eyebrow with a smile, "Are you challenging me?"

"Maybe," Taemin shrugs looking back into his laptop screen and typing away.

Jungwon crawls up Taemins legs, "You don't want to play this game, Taeboy," he slides his hands up his leg, "You'll regret it."

"Will I? I don't think so," Taemin grins.

"Is that so?" Jungwons hand palms Taemin through his shorts and Taemin throws his head back in a sigh.

"Y- Yes," Taemin stutters trying to concentrate on his laptop.

"Get on your desk chair," Jungwon's eyes are dark and coated with lust, "Now."

"Okay," Taemin whispers, almost moaning. He gets up walking to his desk.

"With your laptop, love," Jungwon smirks as Taemin shivers at his orders, his erection hardening and arousal shooting down his spine.

"Why the l-laptop?" Taemin asks picking it up from the bed.

"You'll see. Sit down," Jungwon pulls the chair back urging the younger to sit down. Taemin sits down and places his laptop on the desk, nervously looking up at his boyfriend whose gaze was burning holes in his back. Jungwon bites his lip at Taemin's doe eyes looking up at him nervously.

"Start working, baby. You have a report to do," Jungwon says and he walks in front of the desk and leans down placing his palms on the desk.

"Y- Yes, sir," Taemin immediately goes back to typing his report. Jungwon crouches crawling under the desk. Taemin gasps, "What are you-"

"Shush, Taeboy," Jungwon peaks from under the desk as he rests his hands on Taemin's thighs, "Not a sound. Got it?"

Taemin nods as he begins to sweat profusely from anticipation.

"Words, love. Use your words."

"Yes," Taemin shivers as Jungwon runs a finger up his inner thigh.

"Yes, who?" Jungwon pinches his inner thigh with a scowl.

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy," Jungwon smirks satisfied, "Now, why don't you remove your shorts for your master?"

Taemin obliges and slides his shorts down along with his boxers.

"Mmm, dirty boy. Already taking off his boxers? So needy, huh?" Jungwon grins from under the desk.

"Yes," Taemin groans, "Your dirty boy, sir."

"My dirty boy," Jungwon repeats, turned on by his words, "And my dirty boy wants to play, hmm?"

"Yes, sir," Taemin tries to buck his hips up to feel any friction.

"Nuh-uh," Jungwon chuckles seeing his attempt, "When we play, we play by my rules."

"Please," Taemin pleads hands gripping the edge of his desk so tight it might break.

"Please what, boy?" He asks kissing Taemin's knees softly.

"Please, touch me. I- I want to feel you," Taemin begs, trying to pull his tease of a boyfriend closer with his leg.

"Hmm, touch you where? Where do you want to feel me?" Jungwon grabs a hold of his calves to prevent him from pulling him and kisses up his knees unrushed and draggingly slow.

"On my- On my cock," Taemin whines out of frustration, "Please, sir. I want you- your mouth on my cock."

"You don't deserve my mouth," Jungwon scoffs, "You don't even deserve my hands. You like to challenge your master, don't you? So disobedient, such a brat, aren't you? Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes," Taemin replies.

Jungwon blows air at his erection and Taemin jumps with a moan, "Yes, what?"

"Yes. I deserve it, sir," Taemin says almost on the verge of tears.

"No," Jungwon scoffs, "You deserve punishment, Taeboy. Will you take your punishment like a good boy?"

"Yes, sir. I will," Taemin replies, his grip on the desk so strong, there are dents forming on it.

"Good boy," he says with a smile, "Now, return to your report and don't make a sound. If I hear the sound of your keyboard clicking stop or if I hear a sound out of your mouth, you won't cum today."

Taemin nods as a tear slips out of his eye. He whimpers when he feels a slap on his thigh, "Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Taemin nods again.

"And don't think of fooling me by typing random letters," Jungwon licks up his thigh, "I'll check after I'm done with you. If I don't see a proper report, you won't cum for three days. Got it?"

Taemin cries out in frustration, "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," Jungwon bites Taemin's thigh softly, "You're the prettiest boy to ever exist. My pretty boy," he slides his hand up Taemin's inner thighs and grabs his erection. Taemin throws his head back with a sigh. Jungwon slaps his thigh again and Taemin whips his head back to look at the screen filled with important text but all he can comprehend is that there are random words on the screen.

Jungwon slowly runs a finger up his erection and Taemin's hips jerk forward. The older kisses his base and licks up a stripe. Taemin brings a hand to his mouth to stifle a moan.

"I better hear those keys," Jungwon warns and Taemin's hands fly to the laptop's keyboard pressing random keys. He then remembers Jungwon's rules. He's supposed to type his actual report.

But how the hell was he supposed to do that when his hot-dominant-boyfriend was giving him a head?

He tries to open his eyes and focus on the screen and all the words he'd previously typed on it but nothing registers and Jungwon finally stops his teasing and take the tip of his erection into his mouth. Taemin bucks his hips up and Jungwon holds him down on his chair. Jungwon takes him further up his mouth and Taemin barely writes a word on the report document.

"I don't hear any typing, Taeboy," Jungwon chuckles, "Do you not want to cum?"

"I am- I am typing," Taemin breathes out, "I want to cum, please."

"Be a good boy and type then," Jungwon orders going back to taking Taemin into his mouth. Taemin tries to focus and write but loses it again when Jungwon swirls his tongue around him.

"Please," Taemin cries, "I- I want more. I can't."

"My pretty boy wants more?" Jungwon asks popping off of him.

"Yes, sir," he nods eagerly, "I want more."

"I'll give my pretty boy more," Jungwon pumps him with his hands and Taemin moans out. Taemin was always vocal and loud which Jungwon loved. The strings of moans that would fall out of his mouth always turned him harder.

"What did I tell you about making a sound?" Jungwon continues pumping him as Taemin pants.

"I'm sorry- I just can't. I can't focus," Taemin cries out, "I can't focus."

"Then how will you finish your report for tomorrow, baby boy?" Jungwon asks pumping him harder and faster.

"I don't- shit. I don't know," Taemin moans out, "Fvcking hell. You're so good."

"Get to your work, boy," Jungwon says and he continues his ministration.

"I want- I want your mouth, please-" Taemin begs as he bucks his hips up and his tip hit Jungwon's cheek. Jungwon sinks his mouth down on Taemin taking more than half of him inside and Taemin moans growing slack against the chair and bucks his hips into his mouth. Jungwon breathes through his nose and pushes further taking in more of Taemin. He moans around him and Taemin groans in pleasure bucking his hips faster and irregularly.

Jungwon swallows around Taemin almost gagging. His eyes tear up and Jungwon places his hands on Taemin's thighs for support. Taemin groans occasionally looking up at the screen to try and type but fail every time.

Jungwon's tears spill as he gags around Taemin.

"Faster, please," Taemin begs and he feels Jungwon's fingers digging into his thighs.

"I love you so much, baby," Taemin's hands grab his hair softly and encouragingly, "So much. My pretty boyfriend. I love it- shit- I love you so much."

Taemin's phone starts ringing and he ignores it. He feels a pinch on his thigh. He looks down to see Jungwon glaring. The view he had was making him unbelievably hard. Jungwon's eyes watered and tears stained his cheeks, pink lips wrapped around him.

Jungwon pops off of him, "Get the call."

Taemin groans and takes his phone to see his dad calling. He freaks out and panic floods his system when Jungwon wouldn't stop going down on him.

"My- My dad's calling," Taemin stutters looking at Jungwon.

"So?" Jungwon smirk giving kitten licks, "Take the call, babe."

"Like this?" Taemin pants in worry of getting caught.

"Yes, babe. Like this," Jungwon pumps him slowly.

"What if we get caught?" Taemin asks.

"Then that'll be your fault," Jungwon hums, "The way you talk to him will give it away so better be careful, Taeboy. We better not get caught."

"O- Okay," Taemin swipes up the green button and brings the phone to his ear, "H- Hello, dad?"

"Ah," his dad sighs, "Finally you answered. Where were you? Are you busy?"

"I am-" He feels a sharp pain on his thigh making him almost moan, "I am not b-busy. I was just in the ki-kitchen. Why did you call, dad?"

"Are you okay? You don't sound so great."

"I'm fine," Taemin tries to control his breathing, "I'm fine, dad. Please, tell me why you called."

"I called to say that one of the investors' daughters wants to meet up with you. I tried to deny but he was being too persistent. Should I just kill her? I don't want her to cause trouble in your relationship."

"It's- It's fine, dad," he sighs when Jungwon takes him to the hilt in his mouth, "I'll deal with her later."

"Alright. Also, how is the report coming along? I hope to see a good one tomorrow."

He looks at the laptop screen to see gibberish typed onto it after several pages of extremely professional content, "It's coming along fine. I'll have it finished by tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Okay. Where's Jungwon? I hope he's doing okay."

"He's- He's right here, dad," he looks down to see his boyfriend looking up at him with sly eyes.

"Alright, take care."

"Bye, Dad," Taemin hangs up and throws the phone on the table and moans out when Jungwon sputters and gags around him. Taemin bucks his hips up and Jungwon stops, "Such a dirty boy. Answering his dad's call when he's getting blown by his boyfriend."

"Please-"

Jungwon rubs him with his hands and Taemin groans, "I'm close- I'm close. Please."

"You want to cum?" Jungwon asks lightly biting at his thighs.

"Yes, sir," Taemin nods with his head thrown back.

"Yes, sir what?" Jungwon slaps his thigh.

"Yes, sir. I want to cum," Taemin cries out in frustration.

"Good boy," Jungwon chuckles as he goes faster, "Cum for me, baby boy. Do it."

Taemin releases with a groan and Jungwon catches it all in his mouth. He rubs him through his high. Taemin looks down to see Jungwon swallowing and licking the rest from his thighs off. He groans at the view and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Good boy," the older praises coming out from under the desk, "You did so well, baby."

"I couldn't type-"

"Shush, shush," Jungwon smiles, "It's okay, love. Come on. Lie on the bed and let me clean you up."

Taemin drags himself out of the chair and plops down onto the bed. Jungwon returns with a wet towel cleaning him up softly and putting a new pair of boxers on him.

"How far are you from finishing your report, love?" Jungwon places soft kisses on Taemin's face.

"Just a few more paragraphs and I'll be done," Taemin replies.

"Do you think you can get it done or do you wanna sleep?" Jungwon inquires softly brushing back Taemin's bangs.

"I have to get it done but I wanna sleep," Taemin smiles softly. He didn't need sleep. He wasn't tired either. He just wanted Jungwon's undying attention.

"You can finish it in the morning, can't you?" Jungwon kisses Taemin's hand.

"I can," Taemin nods basking in his attention and touches.

"Sleep, baby. I'll change and get back," he kisses his forehead sweetly, "We'll cuddle after."

"Wait-" Taemin stops him, "What about you? You didn't cum."

"Aww, is my baby worrying about me?" Jungwon giggles, "I'm fine, love. Take rest."

"No," Taemin props himself up with his elbows, "I want to suck you off before we sleep."

"It's not needed-"

"It is," Taemin pulls Jungwon back into bed softly, "I need more of you. Even if it's your cock in my mouth or mine in yours."

Jungwon's erection was getting harder. He opens his eyes coated with lust and love.

"You think you can take me like a good boy?" He asks running his thumb on his cheek. Taemin sucks a breath in, "Yes, sir."

"On your knees then, Taeboy."

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