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The Places Between Us: The Naga King (OT8 X Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Reader, Ateez x Reader

Word Count: 9k

Genre: Smut, angst, slight fluff | AU: fantasy!au

Summary: After her boat crashes, YN lands on the Naga inhabited Caper Islands. She's immediately taken to The King who is more than interested in Lord Kim's "special gift".

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome, orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Prologue: The Curse < | > Part 2: The Dragon Prince

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“-How did it get here?”

“Must’ve crashed. Wonwoo said he and the others found a shipwreck not too far down the beach. There’d been another one, but it was already dead.”

“What do we do with this one then? Kill it?”

“No, this one’s female. Tie it up and take it to His Majesty. Maybe he'll like it and give us whatever we want.”

Every muscle in your body ached. Your throat itched and burned in each swallow, and your head pounded. Everything felt heavy: your head, your body, and your clothes. They’d been soaked through, and hardly dried even in the blaring sun. Four hands grabbed your wrists and ankles, wrapping thin rope around them before lifting you from the rough sand. The stick they hung you from made your body curve, hurting your already burning back. It was in this position that sticky, hot bile rushed through your throat and onto the floor. The salty water that had filled your lungs came out in harsh coughs that hurt your esophagus more.

“Ugh, ew!” The higher of the two voices groaned, “Chan, it’s vomiting!”

“It’s just sea water, Innie,” the one up front replied in a bored voice, “It probably swallowed it when the boat went over. Just keep walking.”

You didn’t hear footsteps. Instead, you heard the sound of something being dragged through the sand. You finished coughing up the sea water, which left you with a painful thirst. The salt dried up your tongue and mouth, so now it hung open in each breath. Unfortunately, some of it dripped onto your necklace which somehow survived the wreck. Then, a panicked thought hit you. The runestone. Lord Kim’s gift. In the chaos of the night, you’d forgotten to grab it. It’s likely at the bottom of the ocean by now. How would you convince The Dark Lord to help you now?

“It’s pretty,” “Innie” said conversationally. “Do you think he’ll keep it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Can we keep it if he doesn’t?”

“No.”

“Chan, please!”

“I said ‘no’. You’re not responsible enough yet.”

“Yes, I am! I’ll take good care of it, I promise!”

“That’s what you said about the last one I bought you, and look what happened. The thing died after you stopped feeding it.”

“I won’t do that this time. I learned from my mistakes-”

The faint memory of your dream came back to you. It featured Hongjoong. You knew this because of the warm feeling in your chest. His head between your thighs, he’d said something. You wished you remembered. It might bring comfort to you now.

You tuned out the conversation and tried looking at your surroundings. The trunks of palm trees, low, dense shrubbery and white sand gave you a sense of where you’d landed. You lifted your head forward to see a long blue tail dragging across the ground in front of you. It reminded you of a snake in how it moved from side to side, the fanned membrane sharp and thin in a neon-blue color. The suggestion of a dagger attached to the waist came into view, and you saw the shimmering scales going up the back into fair-skinned flesh. A Naga.

Hongjoong once told you about the Naga of the Caper Islands. A small cluster of white, sandy islands, they were located in the far south of the kingdom where the sun always shined. He said the Naga people were quite primitive, but very skillful with magic. You recalled the gorgeous scaled skirt he’d bought from their market. It was magenta with a light pink and white gradient. You’d worn it with a gold top that made him drool. He’d promised he’d bring you here one day when things were ‘safer’.

“-Hey, Chan! Hey, Jeongin!” A deep voice said in the distance, “Whatcha got there?”

“A human,” Chan answered. “We’ve brought it for His Majesty.”

“Let me get a look.”

A lime-green and red tail slithered over, and you felt a pair of eyes surveying you. You wriggled when a hand started gripping your calves and arms.

“Hm, it’s in good condition,” the third person deemed. “Where’d you find it?”

“On the beach near a shipwreck,” Chan answered. “We know King Seonghwa likes the females, and-you know-perfect opportunity to get in good with him.”

“Very,” he agreed. “He’s getting bored of that redheaded one. I think he might toss it soon.”

“He can give it to me!” Jeongin cried. “I don’t mind strays!”

“I already said ‘no’, Jeongin,” Chan replied sternly. “So, can we go in or what, Lixie?”

“You can go in,” he said. “He's hosting today, so he’s in a pretty good mood.”

The creaking sound of doors opening came next, and the pair carried you past stone gates. The forest changed into a city of buildings made of stone and coral. Tails of different colors and lengths moved across the floor, and you got a better look at the “people”. Half human, half-snake, some of them stopped to watch you be carried through town. Their sharp teeth and claws intimidated you. You wished Hongjoong was with you. He wouldn’t be scared of them.

“State your business,” a voice said ahead again.

“We have a gift for His Majesty,” Chan answered. “A treasure from a nearby shipwreck.”

Once again, someone inspected you like livestock. They gave a soft grunt, and you were moved along. Chan and Jeongin carried you upstairs and into an open-roofed palace. Sunshine poured from in between the tall stone columns, burning the back of your neck and hair. As you drew closer to your destination, you heard music coming from behind a door. You knew a party when you heard one, and dread weighed you down further. The upbeat tempo of drums accompanied a female singer, who sang a high pitched foreign song. You could see flashes of color go by you as the two men took you through the party. The chattering crowd brought on visions of what could possibly happen to you.

The thoughts were tantalizing.

‘Oh, they certainly can be. Seonghwa might be a bit intimidating at first, but he’ll be gentle with you. Don’t fight it.’

You searched around for the speaker, but neither Chan or Jeongin had spoken.

“What do you want? What is this?” A female voice said.

“We have treasure for King Seonghwa,” Chan answered her.

“Treasure, hm?” She studied you as the others had done. This time a hand squeezed your breast, and it sent shivers to your core. “Yes, very nice,” she hummed as her hand went down the curve of your back to your coat. She lifted it to reveal your ass. “Nice indeed. It's certainly nicer than the current one. I believe His Majesty will be pleased with your treasure. Wait here.”

As you waited, you noticed someone twirl by you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a red haired woman dancing. She wore nothing but strings of pearls, golden cuffs and a pearl collar around her neck. When she spun around, you spotted a red brand in the shape of an octopus over a long trident. She was meant to be an erotic beauty that inspired desire. You knew because you'd been that yourself. You didn't think much of her until she bowed low in one move and met your eyes. The seductiveness she meant to exude vanished and was replaced by fear.

“Myra tells me you've brought treasure?” His voice was smooth like butter, deep yet soft.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Chan said. “We brought it from the wreckage on the beach. We thought you may be interested in it.”

There was a pause, then he said, “Well? Aren't you going to untie it?”

“Ah yes! Yes, of-of course.”

Jeongin and Chan cut your bindings and you fell face first onto the ground. All the soreness from before amplified after being tied up, making your body stiff and heavy. When you did not get up right away, the two men scooped you up by the arms to keep you between them. Then you saw King Seonghwa.

The figure in front of you certainly radiated the regal appearance of a king. He sat on a stone throne inlaid with gold, his white tail reaching down to the bottom landing. Short conch shells spiraled up from the golden crown on his head, rows of pearls and sapphires along the border; they matched his long necklaces and bracelets. It wasn’t until you got a better look that you noticed his arms. He had four of them. The pair on his shoulders kept his hands pressed together under his chin; the pair at his sides stayed on the arm rests of his throne. His appearance took you aback, and you found yourself drawn to him.

“Hm,” The King observed you from afar, glowing aquamarine eyes staring down at you, “Interesting.”

He stood up from his throne, and slithered over to you. He could easily overpower you with his size: two or three feet taller with longer limbs and broader shoulders. The image of him using this to his advantage flickered arousal.

A large hand cupped your chin to lift your head. “This one is nice looking. It'll be an improvement over Talissa.”

He stared down at your body. You shuddered under his gaze, already sensing what ran through his mind. Long fingers trailed from your chin to your neck, then to your chest. He then stopped at your necklace. It’d fallen out of your shirt and coat, and now rested on your breast. His fingertip traced the moonstone, a small pang of panic hidden behind his eyes.

“Where did you get this?” he asked.

“It was a gift,” you replied.

“From who?”

“A friend.”

Seonghwa seemed to know without knowing. He studied the crystal while his other two arms worked on you. They sailed down your sides where they gently gripped your hips. Goosebumps cover your skin at the light, delicate touches; the chills streamed down to your center where a specific heat radiated. The mark began burning slightly as he continued looking and touching. He’d find your mark with a few rips of your clothes. If you’re lucky, he has no idea what it means and thinks it’s a sort of slave brand. If you’re unlucky, he knows exactly what it is and takes advantage of it.

Seonghwa took hold of your shirt, and with an easy rip, tore it open. Buttons popped off onto the floor, and your body became exposed to the crowd around you. He pulled at it until it turned into shreds on the floor, then his other hands did the same with your shorts. At home, you’d stood half-naked in front of crowds many times, but here it felt different. The men at home vied for your attention, throwing money and wanting a taste of you. Here, the creatures around you hissed and chuckled in amusement. Chan and Jeongin stared longingly at your body, but Seonghwa seemed unaffected.

“Is it not to your liking, Your Majesty?” Chan asked, gulping thickly.

No answer. Seonghwa moved slowly around you, and you gasped when he tugged off your bra. Your breasts out in the open, your clit throbbed as wind brushed the wet nipples. Jeongin stared with wide eyes and jaw agape, unable to look anywhere else. The guards on either side of the throne did very little to hide their interest. Their wandering eyes brought on both disgust and desire. You wanted to hide, but also tempt them. You wriggled around when two hands hooked on your underwear, roughly pulling them down your legs until they came off. Fully nude, your cheeks burned as the guests cackled and wolf-whistled.

“Lovely,” a hand grasped your backside, massaging the flesh and giving it a smack. You suppress a moan. “Ah…what’s this?” His fingertip traced the hand-shaped mark on your lower back. It didn't burn like it's done before, but a sort of discomfort came with it. “The Sea God truly blessed me today.” Seonghwa, so much taller than you, bent down to your ear as he said, “What are the odds that one of Lord Kim’s slaves would wash up on my shore?” The question made the crowd around him chuckle. “I wonder if he’s sent you ahead as a gift. He knows how much I favor your kind.” He nuzzled your ear and said, Do you know what happens if you don’t soothe those delicious desires of yours?”

“Yes…”

“What happens?”

“I lose my mind.”

“Yes, you would,” he said, gripping your breasts to hear you whimper. “You’d become a mindless sex slave…It’s all you will think about…It’s all you will want no matter the time or place,” he emphasized this by running his bottom arms to your hips. He brushed his lips to your neck, “Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

No, it did not. You’d lose all sense of yourself and your freedom. The image of you becoming a drooling, blank-faced zombie sent chills down your spine. His two other hands started grabbing your ass again, kneading and spreading it gently. His touch stoked the fire between your thighs. You clenched them together, humiliation burning in your cheeks. The creatures around you looked on as he touched you, smirking smugly as they watched their king seduce you.

“You'll become Lord Kim's personal fuck slave,” he whispered in your ear, making sure nobody else heard him. “You'd bend to his will and fuck whoever he tells you to. He won't mind if I indulge myself a little.”

“Wait…I thought I just turned into a mindless zombie? What do you mean by that?”

“Well, angelfish, this is Lord Kim’s mark after all. It means you’re his slave. When your curse takes over, you’ll only obey him. I imagine that’s why he sent you to me,” he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Oh, I must thank him greatly when I see him again. You are perfect. Perhaps I can convince him to let me keep you.”

“No way. I’m not going to be your slave.”

“Adorable,” he grinned, kissing your cheek. “Captain,” Seonghwa called to a creature in gold and white, “Take Talissa. I won’t be needing her anymore.”

“Wha-Wait!” Talissa screamed as the Captain and two guards moved past you. “No, no, please! Wait! Don’t do this! Please!”

You whimpered when a hand left your chest for your sex. Seonghwa carefully rubbed your smooth lips in light circles. He didn’t apply too much pressure or dip his fingers inside; he only idly touched. You couldn’t help wriggling in his arms. Behind you, the dragging sound of stone reached your ears, followed by the guests’ excited cheers. Talissa let out a horrified scream, pleading with the people holding her. Her chains rattled, no doubt restricting her movement. You imagined her heavy tears, the terror filling her insides as the guards led to her fate. Seonghwa did not hesitate to finally turn you to face the center of the room.

“Talissa was beginning to bore me,” he said, still massaging various parts of you. “She’d lay there like a dead fish whenever I fucked her, barely reacting and weeping. I hate that. It’s like playing with a sick pet. It’s no fun,” he pressed his lips to your neck, licking the curve tenderly before saying, “I want to show you what happens to pets who bore me.”

The floor in the middle opened up to reveal a pool of crystal clear water. You didn’t see anything at first. You thought perhaps Talissa’s restraints might weigh her down and she’d drown. But, then the thing appeared. Through a hole in the bottom, the monstrous pink octopus swam to the top, its tentacles at least sixty feet and the thickness of tree trunks. Its eyes, pitch black and the size of boulders, stared at her angrily. Talissa, drained of color and squirming, screamed as the guards brought her to the pool’s edge. They threw her in without hesitation, watching in delight as she tried swimming from the long tentacles reaching for her. You could barely focus with Seonghwa still touching and kissing you. Talissa reached the side of the large pool, and tried climbing out before a guard thrusted her back inside.

The octopus eventually grabbed Talissa, and you turned away. Yet, that seemed to only make it worse. The girl's high shrieks created brutal images in your mind: Limbs torn apart, innards spraying everywhere and blood staining the clear water as the beast devoured her. The crowd cheered in delight as the creature clearly won its meal. The smell of sea water and blood almost took you out of your desires, but Seonghwa easily brought them back.

“Good pets get pretty jewels and treats,” he said, “Bad pets get thrown to Nessa. But,” he switched sides, sucking your lower neck until you arched against him, “I have a feeling I’ll never be bored with you. Come,” he pulled away, one hand taking yours, “Show me if you’re worth keeping around.”

You thought he might take you to a private room, but nowhere in this palace appeared very private. Seonghwa brought you to his throne, where he put you on your knees. Glowing eyes lustfully stared down at you, petting your hair and tracing your lower jaw. Forced to straddle his tail, you naturally started grinding on the smooth scales bumping your throbbing cunt. His lower arms continued teasing your breasts, while the other two felt your back and shoulders.

“Open up, pet,” he said.

Lifting the fishnet covering his waist, he revealed a bump growing through a natural slit where a crotch might be. Seonghwa brought your face to it by the back of your head. The pressure forced your mouth to accept the velvety bulge rising from the hole. Salt touched your tongue, and rather than recoil, you greedily licked at it. The promise of sex fueled the burning arousal between your thighs. The feel of his tip pushing through to your lips becomes addicting. You lap at the curved head, swirling your tongue around it as The King softly groaned. His moans sent chills up your spine; the touch of his hands on your body tickled every nerve. You tenderly coaxed his dick out from its hiding place, wanting it however you could get it. When it came out halfway, you saw the pale blue shaft with its ridges and bumps. He was thick, unable to be held with one hand, and much longer than you anticipated. Tongue whirling around each bump and sliding along the horizontal lines, you knew Seonghwa enjoyed it by his low moans.

“God, you're a natural,” he groaned, watching you. “I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when it fully takes hold. He won’t want you then. He’ll have to give you to me…”

‘Keep dreaming, fish boy.’ The voice in your head said spitefully.

Simply having him in your hands accelerated your need. Your hips rocked into the tail underneath you, producing mewls that vibrated against the soft skin. The burning mark You let the moans hum against the hard length, keeping the tip in your mouth as both hands worked the rest of him. It drove normal human men crazy, and it seemed to work on sea creatures too.

“Look at it go!” Someone nearby laughed. “It's loving it, Your Majesty.”

“As it should,” he groaned. He shoved himself in your mouth another inch, smirking when you cried out. “It'll be my mindless little toy,” he grunted, pushing you further until he was halfway inside. He filled your mouth completely, making it difficult to breathe. “My dumb, pretty pet…”

“It will make a fantastic pet indeed, Your Majesty,” the person agreed. “It already takes you so well.”

“And aches for my touch,” he added, pushing in and out of your mouth. Your hands stayed on the rest of his shaft, remaining still to let him slide between them. “It rubs against me like a bitch in heat; that little hole desperate for friction. God, I love human girls,” his head tilted back as he picked up speed, using hands and mouth freely. “They have those little bodies; that extra hole for me to fuck; smooth mouths and throats…Why couldn’t Naga be made in such a way?”

“The Sea God made us in their image, sir.”

“Insufficient image,” he growled. “But, no matter,” his breathing became heavier, and you felt his tail swish against you, “It’s-It's perfect. It will be even more once her curse takes hold, and will pleasure you much more than your last pet.”

With his tail rubbing into you, you held onto his cock tighter when your orgasm slowly approached. Your moans, muffled by his length, became louder when he sensed this and started pinching your nipples again. You couldn't control yourself. You tried slowing down, but it became impossible once your arousal took over. All you thought about was his salty precum beginning to spill on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every drop. You wanted him deep inside your cunt, pounding you like nobody else had done before. Mouth milking his pulsing cock, tongue rubbing the underside, you trembled as it started twitching. You imagined that dick in your pussy, stretching you in a mind blowing way. The people around jeered when your body started trembling.

‘Go on. Cum all over him for me.’

“Uh-oh, I think it's going to come!” someone nearby taunted. “It's shaking like a leaf.”

“Is the puny little human about to come for us?” another teased.

“Go on, and do it. Show your master how pathetic you are.”

“Cum with me,” Seonghwa grunted, shivering in his seat as he pumped faster. “Cum all over-Yes, yes, like that.”

The guests laughed at your loud orgasm. You grinded for any sort of pressure on your sensitive sex. The bombardment of sensations tighten your muscles and you could only moan as Seonghwa held you to the base. Your pussy dragged along the thickest part of his tail, the constricting muscles sliding over your clitoris in each movement. It felt neverending. You kept shaking and moaning around him not wanting to stop. He gave no warning as his cock quivered and sprayed thick cum in your mouth. You wanted it. You eagerly pumped his shaft in time with his thrusting, squeezing hard to feel it throb in your hand. Every thick drop was swallowed greedily, even as it spilled from the sides of your mouth.

“Haha, it's drooling,” someone said.

“Clean it up,” Seonghwa breathed, pushing hair from your face. “Yes, just like that. Such an obedient pet…”

You didn't hesitate to start licking him clean, catching the clear beads still leaking from the head. Gazing up at him, you saw he'd leaned back in his seat as he caught his breath. Even after having an orgasm, you couldn't stop grinding. You normally needed a few minutes before restarting, but not now. Even with your climax, and sensitivity, you felt ready. He knew this, and continued waving it for you. When you finished, you stared up at him with pleading eyes.

“Now my tail,” he instructed, “You dirtied it. You clean it.”

Sliding down to where you'd been grinding, you lapped up the mixture of salt and your juices from the scaled skin. This amused the group watching. It didn't help when one tip of his fanned tail swatted at your sex and bottom. Your cheeks turned hot realizing what you'd done in front of everyone. Their taunting stirred your shame.

“Lick it clean, slave,” a woman next to the throne sneered. “If you do well, your master may fuck you now.”

“That’s all it wants,” her companion, another female, said in a low rumble. “Do you think he will let us have a taste? Its cunt looks delicious. He let us have the last one.”

“No,” Seonghwa said, not looking at them as you finished licking, “This one is mine. Take whichever you want, but not this one. On my lap, pet.”

You hoped he might enter you now, but instead he turned you to face the room. Four hands went back to caressing your body: two stayed on your breasts while the other pair opened your wet sex for everyone to see. It was then you realized to whom he referred. Talissa appeared to not be Seonghwa’s only ‘pet’. Around the room, other slaves stood naked and wearing gold chains and pearl collars. Some sat on the laps of other royals, while others walked around carrying trays of wine and seafood. Their misery was clear, but their masters did not seem to care.

“See the benefits of a human pet?” He said to the group. “Two tight holes that leak so much when I touch them?” He started rapidly rubbing your swollen clitoris as you cried out and writhed in his grasp. “How could I not want this?”

Two hands held your thighs apart while the other pair caressed your sex. While he circled your clit, he easily slipped two fingers into you. The people closest to the throne got a good view of his long fingers probing your entrance, stretching you in various angles. You noticed the men’s growing bumps under their loin cloths, while the women looked on with lustful eyes. You wished they looked away.

“Stay still for me,” he said in your ear. He pushed his fingers deeper, and you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself. “You’re doing so well for your first time. I cannot wait to see how you are once the curse takes over. I’ll have to ask your master if I can have more of you, if I cannot keep you.”

“No…please…” you tried pushing his hands from your groin to at least get some relief from the pinching nerves, but to no avail.

“But isn’t my cock pleasurable?” He pushed his shaft to your sex, “Aren’t I at least more preferable than the decrepit old Naga who slither around my island? It’s quite beneficial to be The King’s favorite.” He moved them into your sideways, “You’d be draped in jewels and fed the best food. You’d be praised and adored.”

“I’d be your slave,” you said through gritted teeth, wriggling around to try escaping his touch.

“Only for a short time,” he corrected. “When your curse is complete, I’m sure Lord Kim will collect you and whisk you to the mountains, keeping you from the sunshine and my eyes. But, you’ll be well taken care of for now. Hmph, you should see how some of these lowborns treat their pets. I don’t think you’ve noticed them until now, but they appear quite sad.”

“I don’t want to be your slave.”

“I didn’t realize you had a choice,” he then began pumping his fingers faster, pushing and curling them to the special spot inside you. He chuckled when you arched and quivered at his touch. “Besides,” his opposite hand started rubbing your clit again, “You’ll be so brainless that you won’t even realize it.”

Once his fingers worked you long enough, you began trembling as a second climax approached. The people nearby cheered for your release, eager to see how the king’s new pet came. Your eyes squeezed shut and all senses became overpowered by your blinding orgasm. Seonghwa kept going as you coated his hands in your juices. Even when you finished, panting for breath, he didn’t stop.

“Stop,” you pleaded, “It’s too sensitive.”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said. “Get me hard again,” he pushed his shaft to your sex, “Use that hole to get me hard and show my court how lucky I am.”

They laughed as you obeyed his command. You wanted to stop but something kept you going. This thickness pushed your lips apart, and the ridges brushed over your sensitive clit. You whimpered, bucking wildly. You tried not looking at the people watching, far too embarrassed to see them.

“No,” Seonghwa grabbed your chin to make you face them, “You have to get used to this. Pets don't get privacy. Everyone is going to see you like this all the time. How else will they know how you pleasure their king?”

“Please,” you whined, forced to meet eyes with certain people. You saw their delight at your humiliation. “Not like this…”

“Get used to it,” he sighed, kissing your neck as you slid over his hardening cock. “I can do worse things in private.”

“Twenty doubloons she can't take it all,” a guard said within earshot of you. “Human pussy can't handle a dick like that.”

“You're on,” his companion nodded.

“Thirty says she can,” a woman joined in, “But cries the whole time.”

“Let's see if you can handle me,” Seonghwa said, grabbing the backs of your thighs.

He lifted you from his lap and pressed himself to your entrance. Excitement and anxiety boiled together at the idea of penetration. You certainly could not take him, yet you suspected that he didn’t care. You braced yourself as he slowly impaled you on the first inch. His thick head pushed to your aching entrance, the hole clenching around the very tip for more. Your eyes rolled back as he added a second and third inch. The stretch burned through your entire body, causing a stinging at the source.

‘It’s honestly the best feeling. I’ve been stretched by Hwa once or twice, and it was incredible. Just relax and let him take charge. He won’t hurt you too badly.’

You squeezed your eyes tightly when he went another inch, his groaning drowning out your strained whimpers and the guests’ chanting.

“All the way! All the way!” they chanted, fists pumping the air to punctuate the words.

You shook your head. You can't take the throbbing pain coming from his girth. You tried pushing away, but the pleasure he brought stayed your hands.

“You can take it,” Seonghwa encouraged.

“It hurts…”

“I know, but it'll feel good after a while. Make me happy and take my whole cock.”

He was not entirely merciless. Seonghwa went in a few inches before withdrawing to ease your pain. He did this multiple times, and even though it hurt, you still wished to have his full length in you. When he rubbed along your entrance, tapping it softly, you couldn't help wanting more of him. By the time he'd gone fully inside, you'd gone crazy from need. Even with the difficulty, you tried your best to bounce on him. He grabbed one of your hands to place on your lower stomach. As you plunged down onto him, you felt a slight bump hit that exact area.

“Do you feel that?” He asked huskily. “That's me, pet,” he thrusted deep to make you feel him again, “That's how deep you're taking me right now.”

“It…It…I…Oh god,” you trembled, quaking in place as he continued lifting you up and down. “Oh god, it's so…”

You could hardly string a sentence together. Your mind focused on the dick pushing against your insides. People around you hissed or beamed when you finally started riding him, exchanging large gold coins. Seonghwa soon moved faster, holding you up as your body got used to him. The pain subsided into the pleasure, exploding and growing when one hand started teasing you again. His bottom hands let go of your thighs to let you freely ride him, and held onto your ass cheeks. He occasionally smacked them, adding to your pleasure, and pulled them apart to spit over the exposed hole. You held onto his tail to anchor yourself up, going faster despite the burning in your thighs and legs. Two thumbs started rolling over your ass hole, and you moaned louder.

“You're so tight,” he groaned, taking a few gradual pumps, “And little. I love it so much.”

Compared to him, you thought, anybody would be small. Soon, you shook in his arms again. Seonghwa felt you tightening around him, and pumped faster, the bulge in your stomach becoming more apparent. He slipped a thumb past the tight ring, pulling in and out in time with his cock. Your eyes rolled back at this new feeling; you took one of his top hands to your breast, which he grabbed right away.

“Are you starting to enjoy my cock, pet?” Seonghwa asked breathily, in awe of you on his lap. “Hm? Is your curse so potent that you don’t care anymore?”

“It’s…I…I…”

He laughed at your incoherent babble. Your third orgasm hit harder than the last two. It shot out of you and all over Seonghwa’s length, the trails leaking onto his heavy ball sack. You didn’t want to stop. He felt too good. When he pulled out of you, he placed you back on the floor where you opened your mouth. More salty strings flew up your stomach and breasts, reaching your outstretched tongue. You waited until he’d filled your mouth before swallowing it all. Like before, you started sucking and licking whatever remnants came out of him.

“More…” you breathed against the head, lapping the slit where more beads fell. “Please…”

“Keep going then,” Seonghwa breathed, tapping his cock on your tongue. “I’ll give you as much as you can ta-”

“-Um, Your Majesty?” It was the Captain who’d spoken, stiff and stern as he faced his king.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you but…” he glanced at you, then back to Seonghwa, “The delegation of Dragonites have arrived.”

“What is it?”

Seonghwa growled, fangs bared in annoyance. “Show them to their quarters and I will be with them soon,” he cupped your face and pushed his tip back into your mouth, “Can’t you see I am busy?”

“I’m afraid it’s a bit late for that, Seonghwa.”

The revelry from moments ago dissipated at the sight of the speaker. A young man, as tall as Seonghwa, stood amongst a group of men in coal-black armor, carrying long silver swords. His tall, black wings stood out in the back of his armor, and he wore an obsidian and onyx crown. Long legs carried him over towards the throne. His sleeveless tunic revealed the expanse of black and red scales that went from shoulders to wrists. Dark hooded eyes stared at Seonghwa coldly before they followed his body down to you. You turned away in shame, but you still felt him staring at you.

“Prince Yunho,” Seonghwa said, pushing black curls from his face, “How very like you to appear when you aren’t summoned.”

“I am only here at Lord Kim’s request,” Yunho replied. “I wish for us to do this business as quickly as possible. Your island stinks of fish and sea water.”

This made the rest of the naga hiss at him, which was returned by harsh growls from the winged soldiers around Yunho.

“Better than the sulfur and brimstone of your region,” Seonghwa shot back. “As I told my captain, I am quite occupied at the moment. You may go to your quarters to settle in and we will conduct our business later.”

Yunho looked back at you, his eyes scanning your nude body. “A new pet?” he inquired, wings batting as he reached you at Seonghwa’s tail. He gazed further down to see your mark, which you tried hiding by twisting your body. “Seonghwa, are you so cruel that you’d resort to putting demon curses upon your pets to keep them compliant?”

“Don’t act like a fool, Yunho. You know whose mark that is.”

The pair shared a knowing glance, “It is you who is being foolish if you’re indulging without permission.”

“His Kraken threw her onto my shores. A gift. It’s as clear as day. It isn’t my fault he favors me over you.”

Yunho scoffed. “More likely he wanted to soften you up for this deal. I’d be the first to tell him it wouldn’t work.”

“I don’t need softening.”

“I wager you’ve already given her a ridiculous pet name,” Yunho said, lifting your chin and wiping cum from your bottom lip. “What is it? Coral? Hydra? Sea Mist?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but thank you for the suggestions.”

“You’re quite lovely,” Yunho told you, studying your features. “I’ve only tasted humans once. We don’t get many of them in my kingdom. I wonder…”

“You can have any slaves you like, Dragon Prince,” Seonghwa hissed, “But not this one. It’s mine.”

“No, she’s Lord Kim’s, and you know that. Your ownership is temporary.”

“These two can never be in the same room too long. There’s no way they’ll share you.”

“What is your name, sweet one?” Yunho asked you.

“YN.”

“A name as lovely as you,” he grinned, brown eyes rimmed with gold glinting with adoration. “You should come home with me. I’d take much better care of you than this fish-head over here.”

A gold blade ended up at Yunho’s throat when he moved closer, and Yunho snickered. “So quick to anger,” he said, “And they say dragon blood runs hot. Alright,” he pulled away from you, “I will wait until negotiations. Maybe I can find some real meat around here and not shrimp.”

“Good idea,” Seonghwa said, sheathing his sword. “Kim might have set up this meeting, but make no mistake, Yunho, I won’t hesitate. I won’t.”

“Neither would I, Your Majesty,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Farewell, sweetling. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

The group of dragons flew out of the room in a V-formation, not intimidated by the Naga baring their fangs at them. Once he’d left, Seonghwa turned to the Captain, “Have the men keep an eye on him. If he even tries to double cross or disobey Lord Kim’s orders, cut him and his men down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And take Pet to my chambers. See it’s properly cleaned and chained. I’m sure Lord Kim wouldn’t want his precious slave running away from us before his arrival.”

“As you wish.”

On wobbly legs, you went with the captain further into the palace. Yunho’s appearance seemed to have distracted the nobles. They didn’t pay you any mind as the Captain marched you past them to the doors. You caught snippets of conversation.

“Can you believe they were invited here? What is Seonghwa thinking?” one man said to his companion.

“The King mentioned Lord Kim. This must’ve been his idea. Only a man as mad as him would suggest the Naga and The Dragonites meeting under one roof.”

“Hush now, you shouldn’t speak that way! He might hear you!”

Lord Kim? Did they mean the demon who’d created your curse? The thought of him possibly being in the palace lifted your spirits. Yet, as you followed Captain to the bedchamber, your spirits weighed back down. The runestone Namjoon had given you was gone. You’d have nothing to trade in exchange for your freedom. However, Seonghwa mentioned you wouldn’t be just a zombie at the end; you’d be Lord Kim’s personal zombie slave. Namjoon must not have known that bit of information if he hadn’t said it. Something told you that the runestone would’ve made no difference to him. The image of your fate came back, but the stinging gradually pushed it out.

It flared in each step, and you treaded carefully through the large palace. You felt yourself coming down by the time you reached a large room on the other side. A stone bed carved into a rocky wall was behind long fishnet curtains, an octopus etched into the head and footboards. Tall windows gave The King a perfect view of the beaches beyond the palace walls, where he could see the deep blue ocean he ruled over. You spotted a cushioned bed, food and water bowl inside a large gold cage. Yes, that’s where he intended to keep you. You wouldn’t stay there. You aren’t a slave. You’d get out of here.

The Captain brought you into an adjacent room where you saw a large wall fountain spouting water into a large marble pool. Judging by the various bottles and cloths, this is meant to be some kind of wash room.

“Clean up quickly,” The Captain said in his rough voice, “And return to the bedroom where I’ll clamp your chains.”

“I’m not wearing chains.”

“Yes, you are.”

He said nothing else and left the room. You grabbed one of the small cotton cloths and began wiping your tenderest areas. The coolness sapped out some of the burning, though the stinging indicated tears. This would happen again before nightfall. You knew that without needing to really think about it. You thought of Prince Yunho, who’d shown an interest that rivaled Seonghwa; perhaps they’d come to an agreement which involved you being a ‘gift’ for him. Your stomach knotted at the thought.

You replayed what you'd done in your head, and couldn't believe it. Yes, you'd done many partners before, but that had been in private. Seonghwa forced you to do it in front of his entire court, allowing them to jeer and taunt you. You felt disgusted with yourself. Even when you'd scrubbed yourself clean of him, you still felt him inside you. That emptiness sparked a hint of arousal that you buried deep down. You'd fight this damn curse as long as you could.

Leaving the bathroom, you found the suite empty. The Captain must’ve gone to get your chains and collar. You needed some kind of escape. If you stayed here too long, you would end up with no choice or free will. You'd become a slave to your desires. You refused to let that happen. Looking out the windows, you saw the dense tropical forest occasionally broken by ruins and clearings. The ocean went around the small island, intimidating as you realized how far you'd come from the mainland. Chan mentioned them finding a dead body by your shipwreck; your heart weighed down thinking of Jin, who'd been so kind to you. You searched for signs of the broken boat on the beach, but saw nothing except white sand.

Looking down, guards remained at their posts in a square courtyard. It was too far down for you to climb or drop down into. You’d break your leg or worse. You’re sure there will be guards outside the bedroom at night, and more moving about the palace. Any chance of escape might not come for a while. You’d been considering simply jumping and seeing what happened when the Captain returned. He held thin gold chains attached to the bright cuffs in one hand, and a pearl collar in the other. Slowly, you inched away from him.

You reached for a silver letter opener on the desk and held it out. “Stay away from me,” you warned.

“It’s time to collar you,” he said, unconcerned by the sharp object in your hand. “Don’t make this difficult, slave. I have more important things to attend to.”

Slashing the small weapon at him, you growled when he easily grabbed your arm and twisted it. You spun around, grunting in pain as he kept you to his chest. Feeling the cold cuff on one wrist, you tried pulling away as he clapped the other half to your ankle; then repeating the process on the other side. The chains were long enough to make walking easy, but not so long that you could really reach for anything. It took several tries, lots of struggling and slaps in the face before Captain managed to get the collar around your neck.

“You vicious little bitch,” Captain spat, grabbing you by the hair. “Let’s see how tough you are when your master punishes you,” he clasped a long leash to your collar then tugged on it roughly. “I’d spank the crap out of you myself if you were my pet; then I’d give you to my men to teach you your place.”

“Screw you, fish boy,” you hissed at him, spitting at his back.

“Haha, that’s my girl.”

A backhand went across your cheek when he turned around, stinging it and drawing a trickle of blood in your mouth.

“He’ll pay for that.”

He continued pulling you along back towards the throne room when somebody got in his way.

“So, this is how Seonghwa lets his men treat his special pets?” Yunho asked with mock curiosity, coming out of a nearby bedchamber with another soldier. “He lets you man handle and hit them?”

“It was acting out of order, Your Grace,” said the Captain. “I am in charge of the pets’ discipline, and I was merely reminding this one of its place here.”

Yunho moved around him and over to you. A clawed hand lifted your chin, his thumb tenderly touching your swelling cheek. “But, she isn’t Seonghwa’s, is she? Lord Kim is her master. Last time I checked, he doesn’t like people damaging his property. Seonghwa must not care too much about keeping his head on his shoulders.” Another hand suddenly went to your sex, where you winced from the pressure. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Poor girl,” he cooed, frowning at your discomfort. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at the soldier who felt around in his pouch. He retrieved a small black tub, and handed it to Yunho. “This will ease your pain,” he dipped two fingers into the translucent paste and tenderly spread it over your bare sex. A cool, tingling sensation blossomed at once, and the burning disappeared. “Better?”

“Yes.”

Yunho didn’t stop his touching. He stared down at you lustfully, watching you try resisting his fingers over your pussy. “Too bad Captain Sea Brain is near us,” he said, his hand sliding over your slit, “I’d finger fuck you here if he wasn’t. I bet your orgasms sound sweet.”

The dirty talk alone nearly ignited your curse again. Yunho saw this and smiled, “Does hearing about what I want to do to you arouse you? I have plenty more fantasies to describe to you.”

“Your Grace, please, I cannot dawdle,” Captain said. “His Majesty expects his pet back in the throne room.”

He reached around to your ass, grabbing it gently. He grinned when you shifted in his hand, “You’re already getting wet again-”

“-Your Grace-”

“-Would you like to come into my chambers? I can give you a little preview of what you’ll be having later tonight-”

“-My Prince,” one of Yunho’s soldiers said, “I know you are in the midst of your pleasures, but I’ve received word that Lord Kim is on his way.”

Yunho immediately whipped around. “He’s coming?” He asked, voice a bit unsteady. “He never said he’d be joining negotiations.”

“I suppose he wishes to see everything go smoothly.”

“Or to make sure they don’t rip you apart fighting over you.”

The Dragonite huffed irritably, then turned back to you. “I suppose this will wait until later, sweetling.”

He placed a soft kiss on your wounded cheek, then glided away from you with his men. Captain stared at him with distaste, though said nothing as he pulled on your leash and kept walking. Yunho’s salve did erase the pain, but his touches had brought stickiness to your thighs. You feared what Seonghwa might think if he saw it.

“Your Majesty,” Captain called to Seonghwa, who still sat on his throne, “I’ve brought your pet back.”

“I’m afraid it will have to wait until later,” Seonghwa said in disappointment. “His Lordship has turned up, and I must greet him. You can put Pet by the throne until I retu-What happened to its face?” Seonghwa came to examine your cheek, and he looked at Captain. “What did it do?”

“It resisted,” he answered.

He nodded, “The curse will take a while to fully form. I suppose it’ll be defiant until the very end, but no matter, I can fix that.”

He smiled wickedly at you, then proceeded to leave the room. Captain pulled your leash towards a cushion next to the throne. It was more like a luxurious dog bed than an actual seat. He threw you onto it, then chained your leash to the throne’s armrest. You huffed as you settled into the plush, golden bed.

The demon possibly responsible for your predicament was in the palace, and you had no chance of ever meeting him. If what Seonghwa says is true, then you won’t need to worry about that. However, you guessed Lord Kim won’t do anything to relieve your curse. He’ll let it consume you. You’d been lamenting over this when the flapping of wings caught your attention.

“Hey, buddy,” you said to the black crow who sat on the arm. “What’re you doing here? Crows aren’t tropical birds…I don’t think.”

It flew from the throne to the food at your feet. It began pecking at the shrimp side of the platter, “I can’t believe I’m here,” you said, watching it eat. “I’m supposed to be halfway to the northern port by now, but instead I’m stranded on this island. I don’t know how far I am from the mainland either. I could be days away, and by the time I get there, I’d be a zombie. They say Jin’s boat got wrecked, but maybe there might be a way to fix it and I can get out of here.” You looked at its glossy wings and said, “I wish I had wings like you. Then I could fly away.”

You’d get your wish in a way…

****

The sky already turned mixes of russet red and faded gold by the time Seonghwa reappeared. His guests had dispersed, leaving the throne room empty and quiet. His eyes lingered over your naked body before he unchained you from his throne.

“How’s my little pet been?” he asked, nuzzling your nose with his. “Did you eat?” He looked to see the half-touched plate near you. Your crow friend ate most of it, but you’d nibbled on the fruit. “That’s hardly enough to sustain you,” he said, wrapping your leash around his hand and guiding you to your feet. “You need your energy and strength for tonight.”

“Tonight.”

“My last night with you. It appears Lord Kim plans to take you now rather than let me enjoy you further. He’s allowed one more night since I managed to not rip off that filthy dragon’s head.”

“Sorry, babe. I had to do it, but it’ll just be this one time, then we’ll fix this.”

Come,” he turned and tugged on your leash, “To bed. I’m exhausted.”

You followed him to the doors, turning to see your bird friend flying to the ceiling. You wished it went along with you. Its presence brought stability and comfort in this crazy situation. Strangely, it mimicked the comfort Hongjoong always brought. The bird can’t do anything for you, but you wished it’d stayed. It also distracted you from the strange voice constantly speaking in your head.

“Garnet is my best friend. Trust him.”

“Shut it,” you whispered, shaking your head.

Seonghwa led you into his bedchamber, where you feared what he might do to you now that you were alone. While Yunho’s medicine did heal you, you knew Seonghwa could easily tear you open again.

Seonghwa gazed down at your body once he shut the door. “You really are beautiful,” he said, admiring you in the light pouring into the room. “That witch must’ve been terribly jealous to place such a curse on you,” he moved over to you, cupping your injured cheek. “Even with this injury, you are the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Four arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. His kiss started light and sweet before deepening into something more passionate. The taste of his lips stirred your arousal again, the curse boiling and fueling it.

“If only I could keep you,” he groaned, lifting you to keep you at eye-level. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist so you didn’t slip off him. “I’ll admit I knew you had some connection to him,” he kissed down your neck, hands grasping your ass again and crotch grinding into you, “But not so strong. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so attached to a Cursed before.” He chuckled into your skin, teeth grazing it, “He would’ve killed me if he didn’t need me.”

His words caught you off guard. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“He said I can enjoy you tonight,” he grabbed your ass, kneading it gently to stoke fires within, “But he’ll take you tomorrow. Let’s make it count, hm?”

“Who are you talking about? The Dark Lord? Is he still here? Can I see him now?”

“He’s busy, and I’m going to get what I want tonight.”

“Please,” you whimpered, fighting off your desires, “Not again. It…It still hurts…”

“I won’t use your pussy this time,” he promised, top hands cupping your tits. “You have two other holes I can enjoy in the meantime.”

“No,” you gasped, “That would hurt more.”

“Only for a while. I’ll be much gentler, especially with your ass,” he rubbed you up and down on his hole. “I had thought of a name for you,” he whispered as he brought you to the bed nearby. “Would you like to know what it was?”

“What was it?”

“Mariella,” he answered. “A name worthy of such a pretty face,” he tucked hair behind your ear and pecked your lips. “My beautiful Mariella. Oh, how divine you would’ve looked next to me…” he lamented, kissing you again.

“You won’t now,” you said defiantly.

“No, I won’t,” he said, pinning you to the bed. His tail pushed your legs apart, and you gasped at the small bump already sliding against you. “But, just for tonight, your body is mine. I will call you by the name you’d have, and pretend you’re completely mine.”

“I won’t be yours,” you whined, trying to escape his grasp even as your body slowly started giving into him. “Never.”

He laughed, “Fiery. I get why he’s so in love with you.” He knelt up, his bottom arms lifting your legs to your stomach, “Let’s see how far I can stretch this ass of yours.”

It was a pleasure you’d experienced a few times. Seonghwa spent a good amount of time fingering and licking both ends. He said he liked your sensitivity and how easily you came for him. Seeing you shaking and clawing his sheets entertained him. Once he deemed you prepared enough, he pushed his throbbing length into your ass. It burned, as expected, and your eyes opened wide when he fully sheathed himself inside. You felt full. Your body stayed paralyzed in place as he smoothly went in and out of you. The two hands toying with your breasts and cunt only added more pleasure that made you see stars in every climax. His own orgasms came just as easily.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, pulling you on top of him in reverse. “I can’t stop. God, I can’t stop fucking you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Do-don’t,” you moaned, too enthralled by the curse’s effects to realize what you were saying. “Don’t st-stop fu-fuck-fucking me…”

The sky was pitch black by the time he did stop. Sweaty, naked and exhausted, you laid on your front with your face buried in his pillows. Everything in your body ached as the Hand of Lust finally subsided, and you came to your senses again. You hated the damn mark. You hated this Naga king and how easily he broke down your defenses. His lips trailed soft kisses up and down your spine as he tended to your aching parts. The same soothing paste Yunho had given you was slathered between your cheeks, and he ordered a servant to bring food and water.

“I am not so cruel as to not care for you after,” he told you, wiping strings of cum from your chest and stomach. “He’d probably kill me if he thinks I left you like this. Sleep now, my lady,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ll wake you when the food arrives.”

‘My lady’? You didn’t get a chance to think on it before you passed out against the soft sheets.

“Did you enjoy my gift, Your Majesty?”

He sat in the window ledge, idly rolling a stone between his fingers. Hongjoong knew Seonghwa liked coming to his private tower after sex. He said the sea air made him feel refreshed, and he could see the stars clearly. Hongjoong felt guilty letting this Naga put his hands all over you, but it was better than witnessing you fall into madness.

“Greatly,” Seonghwa breathed, moving to the window next to Hongjoong and enjoying the fresh breeze. “I understand why you favor her so much. I would too if she were wearing my brand.” He stretched all four arms as he said, “Though, I will admit I was surprised when a woman showed up. You’d told me it’d be a priest.”

“It was supposed to be.”

Hongjoong glowered as he thought back to Haeyoung’s blunder. He knew he should’ve sent someone more stable minded to capture the vile priest. When Hongjoong learned of Moon’s hands in the abuse of fairy boys and girls, and the terrible experiments he subjected them to, Hongjoong had to stop him. He’d sent Haeyoung to place the curse on him, so then Hongjoong could send him on a tour of the north. The old priest would be put through the same torture he inflicted on others. However, it seemed he’d chosen the wrong person for the job.

“Though, I appreciate your gift nevertheless, old friend,” Seonghwa said. “She was marvelous.”

He decided he’d let you sleep for now. Tomorrow, he will lift your curse and everything will be back to normal. He’ll go back to Gold Rush, curse Moon, and then go back on the road. You’d be safe in your small town, untouched by the outside world looking to infect it. It’s why he hadn’t brought you home yet. With the war looming over the north once more, he couldn’t risk the new king finding out about you.

“And I appreciate you not chopping off Yunho’s head,” he replied.

“Trust me, it required a lot of restraint,” he snorted. “Where will you take your pet now?”

“Home. Well, her home. She’s safer there.”

“Very well. You know you always have a home here in the islands…If you wish for her to be truly guarded, the Naga are skilled warriors. I’d make sure no harm came to her while she was here.”

“Nice try, Hwa.”

“Fine, keep the beauty to yourself. I have dozens more just like her.”

“No. No, you don’t.”

****

A firm, long-clawed hand clasped around your mouth. You had no time to take anything in before the figure hoisted you from the bed and out into the cool ocean air.

“Let go of me!” you struggled in your captor’s arms, your voice breaking through their hand.

“Hush, human,” the Dragonite soldier said, “And stop squirming. You’ll fall to your death and Prince Yunho will blame me.”

You stopped moving the moment you saw the ground growing farther and farther from your feet. The dampness and coldness of the high clouds made you squeeze your eyes shut. You should have known this would happen.

So much for having wings….

****

A/N: Damn, talk about plans going tits up, huh? Looks like instead of island paradise, YN's getting a volcanic vacation.

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Kim Chaewon, Kim Minju x Male Reader

Tags: choking, cum licking, dom/sub, (lots of) facefucking, female masturbation, fucktoy, P2M, rope play, rough sex, sexual freak, smoking, spanking, threesome, voyeurism, whipping

Word count: 6169.

If you are one of the believers in someone radically changing, look no further than Kim Chaewon. Since joining Le Sserafim, she has undergone a radical change, shedding her previously cute image in favor of a fierce, fallen angel one. With that image rebranding, not only did Chaewon get bolder in front of regular audiences, but she has also turned into a sexual freak behind four walls, as you could witness the first time you met her after joining Le Sserafim.

Chaewon's depravity now knew no limits, as she added more and more kinks to her arsenal. Her personal favorite was having any kind of sex with a rope dangerously wrapped around her neck, which she decided to show you with a little solo show in the dark bedroom, where you two were now together, as she placed her left hand under the panties of her sexy lingerie and started fingering herself for you to watch.

"Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh," her moans as she fingered her pussy were music to your ears. The way she moved her mouth while searching for air and overstimulating herself was so sexy. Her eyes rolled, but she never lost control of the rope at any time, even if her body now contorted into multiple orgasms. Chaewon just closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride to paradise. Or maybe, in her dirty thoughts, straight to hell. She twisted and turned as if she were being electrocuted, but her hand never left her clit for even a second.

When Chaewon entered the final stage of her earth-shattering orgasm, her head started falling out of the bed, leading to the illusion that the rope had hanged her. As Chaewon's hand finally detached from her pussy, her body lied on the bed for a few seconds as if she were dead. You sure thought she was, getting up from the chair while you were watching her performance to check her pulse. There was a reason Chaewon only tried this move in someone else's company, after all.

At the same time you went in Chaewon's direction, the door started to bang. Her pulse looked fine as you checked it, but she remained unmoved ever since finishing her orgasm. It was an act all along. As Chaewon heard the banging door, she was suddenly brought back to life and detached the rope from her neck, flipping her body around to face you while picking up a cigarette to smoke. "Are you gonna let my guests in or not?" she asked.

In many ways, Kim Minju is the polar opposite of Chaewon. She hasn't undergone any rebranding since her days in Iz*one were over, still relying on her beauty and her cute, girlfriend-esque image to define her public persona and always playing it safe. Her recent vacation in Hawaii with Eunbi was a good example: while her older groupmate was taking bold photos in bikinis and showing herself swimming, Minju was fully clothed every single time she showcased herself while on vacation.

Despite those differences, Chaewon and Minju were still as close as ever. The radical change in her former groupmate didn't alienate Minju; it rather made her curious. So much so that she accepted Chaewon's invitation to be her guest in an experience she had never been part of before.

Chaewon greeted Minju already in lingerie while smoking yet another cigarette as she looked at Minju's beautiful face and her manager along with her, just as Chaewon had requested. "Make yourself at home," she said. Minju was modest as always, wearing a black dress while her manager was still wearing work attire. Minju at first didn't know how to react, looking at her manager for a green light. "Go on, follow me," Chaewon said, encouraging her former groupmate.

Minju walked and sat on the bed. Chaewon had just "died" a couple minutes ago. The sun was starting to shine on this cold February day, making Chaewon's lingerie glow as it hit the dorm's curtains. Her manager followed and was going to sit as well until Chaewon interrupted him.

"Just her," she commanded. Reluctantly, Minju's manager moved closer to the chair where you were still sitting as Chaewon walked the room and stared at Minju, always in awe over her ethereal beauty, before she started asking her questions.

"Do you like to be dominated?" Chaewon asked. "Yes." Minju gave her a timid answer as Chaewon continued to interrogate her. "What's your safe word?" she then asked. "Fox," Minju said. "That sounds too similar to fuck; you need to change it," Chaewon instructed her. "Pepe," she said. "And how do you want to be dominated today?" Chaewon continued as she kept slowly walking. "I like to be spanked," Minju replied, sensing the perfect opportunity. Her porcelain skin was still a little red from the vacation in Hawaii, so she felt like it would be an extra challenge.

"Great," Chaewon approved her choice, sitting along with Minju and looking at her right in the eye before grabbing Minju by the Chin with her right hand as they looked at each other face-to-face. She gave Minju a soft slap that made her close her eyes, then took a look at her pouty lips, ruining Minju's lipstick as she ran her hand over it.

"Ready to join us?" Chaewon asked you as she smoked a little more. You stood up and headed towards both, followed by Minju's manager, before Chaewon stepped ahead. "Not you, just him," she said to the manager, who now took your place in the chair. You put your finger on Minju's mouth, looking to make her your submissive toy from the start. Chaewon caressed Minju's hair, trying to make her feel at home. Minju looked frightened as you towered over her, making your presence very intimidating.

You pushed Minju's body onto your lap, fully exposing her bare legs for Chaewon to see as her dress got lifted. Her skin was already ultra-red around her ass, indicating that she indeed wore a bikini in Hawaii but just never showed it. The outer lips of Minju's tasty pussy were already popping out. Her manager looked in disbelief as she watched a bent-over Minju look extremely submissive.

"Tell him when to hit," Chaewon tells Minju, whose eyes look regretful now. "Hit," Minju says as you follow her command with a hard spank that makes her roll her eyes in pain. Minju asks again, and you strike her just as hard, this time on the right cheek instead of the left. Minju takes a while to repeat the command, giving you some time to run your right hand over her ass. Once you hit her, she lets out the first moan from her mouth. As Minju feels more prepared, you continue to strike, and she continues to moan. You grab her arm as she lets out a smile at the next spank, your hand already making a full imprint on her red ass.

Minju decreases the interval between strikes, telling you to hit more times. Her butt looks extremely swollen, and you have barely started. You lift her dress a little, allowing Chaewon to see Minju's rarely-shown belly button. Minju now feels very satisfied at every hit; she wasn't lying when she said she liked to be spanked after all. Chaewon stands up as she gives Minju a little strike before turning away to search for her ashtray to put another fully smoked cigarette. She goes back to give Minju a couple hits as the pretty girl recognizes Chaewon's softer hands in her ass. Chaewon then takes the initiative and becomes the lead striker, before pushing Minju away from your lap and moving towards the next act.

Chaewon gives Minju a kiss as both of you run your hands all over her dress. The fully clothed torso of Minju contrasts with the barely clothed one of Chaewon. But you're about to level them as you start slowly taking Minju's dress off and groping her little tits as she is braless, while Chaewon wraps her strong hands around Minju's face to kiss her. Chaewon also pokes Minju's boobs before she pushes her closer to you to kiss Minju. The bikini marks on Minju's chest are fairly visible, as her pale skin around her boobs contrasts with the redder one on her beautiful collarbones and chest.

You grab Minju by her neck with your veiny hands, putting her knees on the floor. Chaewon unhooks your belt and wraps it around Minju's neck, never missing a chance to show what her favorite kink is. Chaewon tightens the belt but keeps it just loose enough to not suffocate Minju, using it like a dog collar. You unzip your pants and point your erection towards Minju's princess's face. Your uncut cock already looks very intimidating, even though only the tip is out of the foreskin.

Chaewon leads your boner to Minju's mouth, and she licks her chops as soon as her unnie does it. Chaewon knows Minju is no saint and that her cute image is just a facade that falls as soon as she senses the smell of a dirty cock. You push your erection a little up, and Minju immediately follows, reacting like she's a robot programmed to please a man's meat. Chaewon giggles as you shove your cock in Minju's mouth and grab her by the back of the head.

"How tight is her mouth, baby?" Chaewon asks as Minju closes her eyes and throats your manhood. Just a few slow but deep thrusts in her throat are enough for her to gag, but the cock that emerges out of her mouth now's got a throbbing tip that can no longer be contained under your foreskin. "Deeper," Chaewon says as you now fuck Minju's pretty face, who looks overwhelmed, especially her cheeks, which seem as if they are about to burst every time your cock hits them. Chaewon takes your cock in her mouth to show Minju how it's done, bobbing her head before getting face-fucked and emerging with a smile as soon as she gags.

Minju can only watch in awe of how hard you fuck Chaewon's face, like she's just a gloryhole. And Chaewon loves every second of it, grabbing your butt as she pushes her mouth closer to your crotch. Chaewon then grabs Minju's head and provides the support you need to freely fuck the beauty's face. A large pop comes out of Minju's lips once you're done. "Give me your face," you demand of her as you slap your cock on Minju's beautiful, porcelain skin, giving special attention to her red cheeks.

"Lick my balls," you ask Minju, who descends down your crotch while you now fuck Chaewon's mouth. Minju's lips bring a lot of friction to your sack as Chaewon slurps all over your prick. "Spit on her face," you ask Chaewon right after finishing the sloppy facefuck, as she shares her saliva with Minju. You grip Minju by your belt and give her the roughest throatfuck yet. You further humiliate Minju, sitting on her cute face as you ask her to rim your dirty butthole while you pound Chaewon's insatiable throat, and then keep switching between their tight facial entrances to warm your cock up.

"Ass up," you ask Minju, who follows and buries her face on Chaewon's thighs, who giggles as you start turning her rope into a whip, rotating it to spank Minju's already red butt. Chaewon laughs like a psychopat, enjoying Minju's suffering as she adds to it, slapping both hands on Minju's ass. "You told me you liked to be spanked," she recalls.

Once you're done whipping her, you take out Minju's little thong, the final piece of fabric still on her body. With her now fully naked, you don't hide your intentions. "She's got such a great ass. I wanna fuck her," you say, soon turning your words into action as you plow into Minju's tight slit. Chaewon removes the support from her lap, letting Minju fend for herself as you pound her at a 90-degree angle, while Chaewon whispers words in Minju's ear.

"Little whore likes that big cock, doesn't she?" Chaewon asks Minju, who doesn't answer because she's too busy with a raging bull impaling her. "Fuck that pussy," Chaewon commands to you just as you pause to lube your dick with Chaewon's mouth. After some extra poundings, you take Minju out of her submissive cocksleeve position just to spit on her pretty face before choking her with your belt.

"Come on, get on the bed," you and Chaewon ask Minju as both of you continue to play the dominant couple. Chaewon helps lift Minju's legs over her head and position her on a mating press in the bed. You put your cock back on Minju's perfect pussy, giving her slow thrusts that reach all the way deep inside her and make your cock bulge on Minju's belly. Then you increase the pace while both you and Chaewon choke Minju. You use your hands while she uses her always-at-hand rope.

Minju rests on Chaewon's breasts as you go back to intensely fucking her. "Do you like that?" you ask Minju. "Yes, I like that," she answers back. "Then let me do this," you say as you stick a pair of fingers on Minju's clit, wanting for her to squirt. "She saw me squirting a river one day and now wants every girl to do that," Chaewon says. Little showers come out of Minju's vagina, which are a sign for you to go back in.

You now slap Minju's face as her moans turn into a fox-esque squeal. "Look at this big cock inside you," you tell Minju, enjoying that bulge under her belly. Chaewon wants a piece of it as she laughs at your face. "Go harder," she says, which leads you to violently choke her. "Who are you to give me orders?" you say. "The other dominant half," she replies.

"AHHHHHH. AHHHHH," Minju screams as you once again penetrate her with your fingers, this time managing to be much more successful in making her squirt. "That pussy is so wet," Chaewon says as Minju starts to lose her breath, especially as you grab her neck much harder now. Minju's belly muscles start to contract, and you place your hands in her clit, stimulating her while you stretch her pussy out. As soon as you stop a little to eat Minju out, her body starts having spasms as your tongue searches for her best spots to cum.

You aren't done yet as you destroy Minju balls deep like she's your personal fleshlight. Chaewon rests her body on top of Minju's, ready to taste that wet pussy from your cock as soon as you please. Of course you had to give it to her in the only way it could please Chaewon's insatiable sexual appetite: by fucking her face. Minju now tries to silence her increasingly out-of-breath moans by placing Chaewon's fabric in her mouth, but it's useless. Her pussy is so stretched out that anything can send her over the moon now.

You continue to take turns between Minju's vagina and Chaewon's face until you grab Chaewon and look at her devilish smile following a facefuck. "You're the best; come here and get some more." You reward Chaewon for her insane appetite as your meat continues to pound her throat. You then switch back to Minju, using your right hand to shut her fucking mouth up while you rub Chaewon's body, trying as much as possible not to cum earlier and not break the promise that Chaewon made to Minju's member that they wouldn't cum inside her. Instead, they would make her insides cum.

"NOOOOOO!" Minju screamed as you now put your full hand in her pussy to make it squirt. Minju nearly had thoughts of saying her safe word and making you stop, but they passed as the heat your hands put in her pussy settled down. But you were a gentleman and rewarded Minju's cumming with a kiss, plus a taste of it as your right hand now fisted her mouth. "Lick it. Tell me how it tastes," you asked her. "So good," Minju replied.

You have now set your sights on Chaewon. "Come here, turn around, please," you tell her as you pull Chaewon's panties down. She closes her legs and puts her ass up, giving you a perfect view of her puffy slit, giggling as you sniff and blow air into her pair of fuckholes. "Look at this slut, always laughing," you say as Chaewon gets louder. "Give me, give me your cock," she demands with a smile on her face.

You answer her immediately, penetrating Chaewon as your hands firmly grab her ass. "Please, please, give it to me," she continues to beg as you pump her cunt faster. Minju appears back on the frame to serve you as the submissive fucktoy, resting her head on Chaewon's left buttcheek. You then take turns performing a hole-switching between Chaewon's pussy and Minju's mouth, taking one deep thrust at each every time. You fuck Minju's face to get your cock wetter for Chaewon, earning her approval. "That's how a good boy does it," she says.

"Give it to me, fuck my pussy," she keeps repeating as you now grab her neck and push her face closer to you for some kisses. Chaewon talks louder than she moans; so far, your fast pumpings have just been easy peasy lemon squeezy to her, especially compared to Minju. "You mean like that?" you say as you hammer her harder. "YES!" Chaewon finally elevates her tone, sticking her tongue out to show how pleased she is as you finally take her bra off.

Chaewon rests her head on the bed as you increase the pumping, grabbing her by the suspender belt—the only part of her lingerie, besides her stockings, which she never takes off, that's still on. "Come on, harder," she says as you use Minju's mouth to help you again, and she coughs on your big cock. Seeing Chaewon is hard to please with just a cock in her pussy, you resort towards your main dom trick and start stomping on her head, but even your big foot smashing her face does little to deter Chaewon's insatiableness.

Minju can only watch as you now fuck Chaewon like an animal. "Come on, stomp on my face. So you wanna be the boss? Show me you got it. Fuck that pussy hard," she invites the challenge as you ragdoll her. That big cock hitting her cervix many times a second finally makes Chaewon moan. "Deeper, harder; give me all of it; come on," she says. You have a lot of stamina, but Chaewon is such a physical freak that even a guy like you gets fully drained by her unmatched intensity. Chaewon smiles and moans with her tongue out as you replace your foot with your hand on her face to get a deeper penetration of her pussy.

Chaewon is now bent at a straight angle, and so is your cock while penetrating her; that combination finally allows her to get what she wants. But you would rather not get drained just with her and leave nothing for Minju, as the moment you see the young beauty following her unnie's footsteps and putting her ass up, you switch to fucking her instead.

It's much harder for Minju, as just a pair of pumps has her screaming. Chaewon barks in pleasure, watching her fucktoy get impaled once again and having it hard with something that was just regular play to her. You still pay attention to Chaewon's perfect butt, spanking it and fingering her easily accessible cunt while breaking Minju apart.

"AHHHHHH~" Minju screams as you stick your cock balls deep in her pussy, staying with them fully inside her for a long time. That makes her legs weak, meaning she can't put her ass up anymore, getting her body pressed against the bed in a prone-bone position. As you take your fingers off Chaewon's fuckholes, you spank her butt and give her a kiss. "So do you like watching your little toy get fucked like that?" you ask her after the kiss. "Hell yes," Chaewon responds.

You push Minju to the edge of the bed and put her on her knees to pound her doggystyle. Chaewon moves toward the place in the dorm's bed that Minju once was, giving you a perfect view of her sexy tits as she starts masturbating herself to you fucking Minju. "Oh my God," Minju says as you muffle her mouth and stretch her out fast and hard, to the point she can barely hold onto the bed as Chaewon stares at her and just enjoys the show.

Chaewon spreads her legs as you push Minju's face towards her unnie's craving cunt. "Good girl," she says as Minju's tongue hits her clit. You make sure that Minju's beautiful face stays buried there as you choke her while she tries to dive under Chaewon's folds. Minju's tight pussy, breedable hips, and the speed you fuck her get you close to release, which earns Chaewon's disapproval. "Do not cum yet," she says.

You have to pull out of Minju's pussy to hold yourself as you look drained and struggle to breathe, pleasing her pussy shortly after to repay her for such a good fucking. You three engage in an oral train as Minju is still eating Chaewon's slit, now moaning every time you tongue it deep into her own's. Chaewon giggles as you eat Minju out, making her increase the speed at Chaewon's pussy, clinging to it as her last way of surviving your tongue hitting her folds. Chaewon loves it, moaning more than she ever did when you were the one fucking her.

You go back to Minju's pussy, sensing that the more she clings to eating Chaewon's cunt as a coping mechanism, the better she gets. But Chaewon loves to test her and detaches her pussy away from Minju's grasp, leaving her all by herself to take the rough pounding you now give her, only going back to grab Minju's hair and get a privileged view of her face stuggling as you destroy her pussy. You finish Minju with a deep fingering that finally, after resisting your first two attempts, makes her squirt a river into the bedsheets.

With Minju still recovering from her orgasm, you keep the heat in her wet pussy and eat her out. You tied your belt around her thighs to keep them close as you put your cock back in her tight pussy, while Chaewon lifted Minju's cute face straight into her tits for her to suck it. Soon, you two were teaming up on her, with Chaewon grabbing Minju's neck while you pinched her nipples. Minju grinded her teeth, overwhelmed by the way you two attacked her. Minju grabbed her ass and then yelled. "PLEASE DON'T STOP.".

Chaewon grossed her legs on top of Minju's face, smothering it with her thighs as the younger girl dove back into her pussy, with a little helping hand shoving her, before going face to face with her and asking, "Are you enjoying being our little fucktoy, Ming?". "Yes." Minju nodded while struggling with the heat you were still putting in her little pussy. Chaewon ran her fingers on Minju's chin as she wanted to watch the pretty girl moan up close before letting Minju suck her thumb as she kept moaning.

"You want him to take you deeper?" Chaewon asked. Minju just nodded this time. "Tell him," Chaewon kept pressuring. "Please, fuck me deeper," Minju says, already very out of breath. "Come here," you promptly answer her, pushing Minju out of bed, taking off your belt from her thighs, and getting her to stand. Your cock now hits her deep in the cervix while you finger her pussy with both hands, and Chaewon just watches and takes the bed all by herself.

Minju gets clapped hard as your balls make a loud noise every time you thurst into her pussy. Even her little tits now bounce like pinballs. "AHHHHH," she says, feeling the heat and placing her right hand at yours, implying you should go easier. But without saying, you two can't understand, as Chaewon now grabs her neck. The bikini marks from her vacation glow as the sun hits the curtains more intensely.

"Show your manager how much of a fucktoy you are," you say as you turn Minju's body around and let her face her manager and manhandle her in front of him. He has to keep his composure, but the truth is, he's nearly creaming his pants. Chaewon giggles as she watches poor Minju get destroyed like a defenseless damsel. You three now get close as Chaewon stands up and grabs Minju while you keep pounding her, as both your left hand and Minju's now rest on her pussy.

Minju continues to get mauled in front of her manager as Chaewon enjoys every second of it. "You like to watch her get fucked, don't you?" she says as the manager remains silent. "ANSWER IT," Chaewon demands of the manager, who can only say "yeah" as Minju now clings to his legs while still being destroyed like a fucktoy. Chaewon taps Minju's ass and rests her head on her back, looking at you naughtily. "Open your mouth and eat her ass," you ask her, diving her head on Minju's butt as Chaewon sticks her tongue out to lick her former groupmate's butthole, enjoying a perfect view of Minju's pussy being stretched out.

You once again perform your classic pussy-to-mouth switcheroo between Chaewon and Minju, making the former laugh once you're ready to pound Minju more and more. Chaewon spits on your dick and gropes Minju's ass cheeks as the younger beuty turns into a moaning mess. "Come to me," you ask Chaewon while Minju is still on all fours, completely neutralized and submissive. She's not going to be able to walk for the next few days.

Chaewon gets ready to sit on your cock as Minju turns around to watch her unnie's upcoming wild ride, still on her knees and very sore. "Turn around," you tell Chaewon. "Ohhh, uhhhh," she moans in anticipation as you fully impale her. You grab Chaewon by her ass and push your cock up her cunt under Minju's watchful eye. "Lick my balls, lick those fucking balls," you ask Minju, who dives between your legs as you push Chaewon's butt slightly upwards to let Minju have a full view of your shaft. Chaewon keeps throwing words of incentive to fuck her harder as you pump her hole faster and she rests her body on your torso.

You lock Chaewon's arms behind her back. "Please, please, fuck me harder," she demands. "I love fucking that pusssy so much," you tell her after kissing her tenderly. "AHHHH FUCK," you are the first to scream as your fast poundings and Minju's mouth on your balls get you close and force you to calm down, but not for long as Chaewon gets more demanding as you resume pounding her while sucking her perky tits. "Deeper. Harder," she keeps saying. You spank her ass, choke her, and pinch her nipples as you get rougher on her, trying to match Chaewon's demanding style. It seems like too much cock is never enough for her.

"I want all of it," Chaewon says. "Then take it, you fucking slut, every inch of it in your cunt," you angrily reply to her as your cock hits her cervix. But Chaewon is indeed antifragile and takes advantage of your little pause to take control of the ride and start bouncing full speed on your big pole.

You shove Chaewon to the side to not cum prematurely. "Lick it," you tell Minju, who rims your asshole and calms you a bit. But Chaewon comes back right where she left off, sitting on your face and grabbing your cock intensely as you two are now engaged on a 69. You try to fuck her face, but Chaewon and her mouth of steel successfully defeat you, with her taking your cock fully deep in her throat and not letting it out. You start to scream again and hold her as hard as you can by the waist. Minju sniffs your balls, and you keep pushing up Chaewon's throat to free yourself from her, but she doesn't bend an inch.

Chaewon only lets you off the control of her throat to talk to Minju, but she is still grabbing your shaft. "Hmmm, yeah, you like licking his balls?" she asks. Minju nods in agreement. "You like being a good little slut?" she continues. "Yes, ma'am," Minju replies in a way that feels like she's almost worshipping Chaewon. "Then go get my rope; go get it," Chaewon replies as she slaps Minju's porcelain face and makes it red.

"Do you want more?" Chaewon giggles as she puts her back against the bed. "Yes, I fucking want more," you say. That woman is getting on your nerves. Sex seems so easy to her. You fuck her like a raging animal, yet she barely flinches. Minju brings the rope, as asked. Chaewon is more satisfied than ever as she ties it around her neck. You put Chaewon's feet in your mouth and pound her in a hardcore missionary, while she slowly wraps the rope fully around her neck.

"Get on the bed," Chaewon tells Minju as she also wraps the youngster around her rope. Your hands hard-fingering Chaewon's cunt and the rope choking her are finally what make her cave and start moaning. "Oh, I love it, I love it, I love it," she says. You start teasing Chaewon's pussy, going in and out of it as you sense her getting more sensitive. "AHHHHH!" she yells as your cock hits the depths of her vagina. Chaewon starts to beg as you grope her boobs and manhandle her. For the first time, you're the real boss, as she grinds her teeth at each pounding your manhood prescribes on her pussy.

Your balls clap hard on her skin while you make fast movements on Chaewon's clitoris, playing with it like a musician playing with the strings of a guitar. "Make that pussy cum," she is still able to demand despite looking as weak as ever. Your whole hand now rests over her clit, making aggressive moves in search of that fallen angel nectar. "OHHHH. OHHHHH. OHHHHH." For the first time, Chaewon turns into a screaming machine; her hard walls clench and start to fall apart.

Chaewon grabs your neck and asks for more, but this time you show her who's in control, as she gets double choked by your hands and the rope. Minju is now merely a spectator of you two's debauchery, as she barely feels her legs after a pounding that looked easy compared to the one Chaewon is taking. Chaewon grunts, and you answer in the same manner, blowing off steam at her slutty, choked face.

"Give it to me," she keeps asking like usual, now with her legs fully spread and her toes going over her head. You could punish her with a surprise cumshot in her cunt right now but decide to have some mercy, instead bringing Minju back to action as you two team up to eat Chaewon's pussy and get her even weaker. Chaewon is strong enough to choke Minju using her legs, but two tongues working her throbbing folds still make her moan as hard as she ever did.

You make eye contact with Minju and give her kisses between the licking you two are performing. You are falling in love with Minju's ethereal beauty. Meeting the love of your life on top of her former groupmate's pussy is a story you don't see often. You stick your cock back inside Chaewon but now treat her as just an audition to impress Minju, who watches it up close with her head still wrapped around Chaewon's legs. As Chaewon asks you to go deeper, you shove your entire cock inside her, not even sparing your balls.

"All the way," Chaewon demands. And you will go all the way, treating Chaewon like a fucktoy, just like the way she treats all her sex partners. "Give me all your cock," Chaewon continues to demand. You give all your cock, but not to her. "Open your mouth," you ask Minju, who stretches her beautiful lips out to receive the juices of her unnie first hand. Minju gets fucked in the face just enough for you to resume the rampage on Chaewon.

You press Minju's head against Chaewon's belly, making her feel the fire under it. You stick your cock balls deep once more inside that insatiable whore, making her scream as you reach her cervix as you feed Minju right after. Chaewon laughs as you use your wrath and frustration to destroy Minju's pretty face. You push yourself to the floor and drag Chaewon alongside you, plowing her cunt in front of Minju's manager. "Harder, harder, harder," she begs as her tits jiggle at each pounding.

Minju's manager is the one enjoying it the most, as he gets to enjoy an extremely sexy view starting with Chaewon and Minju's heads locked at each other, their hairs very messy, going down Chaewon's bouncy tits as she gets plowed down low with your huge stick, her legs fully spread like a crab while you finger her clit with both your thumbs. The manager can't resist such visual overstimulation and cums without touching himself.

"You like watching it?" Chaewon asks the manager just as he finishes bursting a huge load on his trousers. "Tell me, use your words?" she keeps pushing in between moans. Chaewon is now the one auditioning as she pulls out of your cock and sits on your face, getting close to the manager and attempting to seduce him as she points her milky tits and moaning face right in his sights. As she groans harder, she finally gets a positive response from the manager.

Chaewon giggles but is quickly interrupted by the pressure you put on her pussy. "OHHHHH FUCKKK!" she screams as you lead her to finally have an orgasm in front of Minju's manager. You try to take advantage of it by resuming pounding Chaewon and choking her harder using the rope you now hold with your left hand, but she quickly shuts it down and just enjoys your hard and deep thrusts. "Harder," she says, going back to asking.

You asphyxiate Chaewon with the rope and slap her tits; that only turns her into more of a sex demon. Despite you choking her, she's the one who takes control of the ride and gives you yet another close call. "FUCK!" you scream as you kick Chaewon back up to the bed, putting her body upside down while you demand Minju to lick her pussy. You two finally manage to tame Chaewon as her face is buried on Minju's hips while yours are in her insatiable cunt.

"You want that cum?" Chaewon asks Minju as you free her for one last rodeo. "Tell us you want it," she keeps saying. Minju sticks her tongue out, signaling to you that she's begging to taste that cum. "Are you gonna give her the cum or not?" Chaewon provokes you as you grope her tits.

"Cover me in your cum; show how much you love us," Chaewon says. As much as she got on your nerves, you can't say no to such a sex goddess as you ejaculate your semen all over her body, paying special attention to hitting her mole and her boobs the most. Chaewon drains your balls before you can even spare a load for Minju, who has to lick her unnie's sexy body to taste your protein, which Minju does perfectly, filling her cute mouth and pretty face with sperm.

"Good girl," Chaewon tells Minju as she licks and kisses her nipples, which end up being her favorite spot. Minju gives your cock one last deepthroat, which helps her swallow most of your cum, leaving a few drops to swap with Chaewon as they kiss each other. You and Minju are extremely tired, both your genitalia throbbing in pain after such a long and hard sex session. It turns out Chaewon is just an insane woman, which is too much for you two to handle. Minju rests her head on your lap as you tenderly caress her, falling in love as both of you fall asleep on the bed.

But that sleep is short-lived. After 20 minutes or so, you and Minju open your eyes. The first thing Minju sees as she wakes up is her manager manhandling a woman and treating her like a dog, using a rope to choke her while she curses.

"Fuck me in front of her."

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too handsome! - kim mingyu

warnings: alcohol & a bantering boogyu

pairings: kim mingyu x reader

genre: silly drunk confessions? friends to lovers!

wc: 1.1k

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you didn’t know what was more of a surprise: the sight of kim mingyu sprawled out on the living room floor, head resting against a pillow that had somehow found its way under him, or the fact that he was currently singing—if you could even call it that—an off-key rendition of a song you were pretty sure didn’t exist.

“mingyu?” you called out, stepping inside and carefully setting down the takeout bags you’d brought. “what... what happened here?”

seungkwan, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with a resigned expression, gave you a look that screamed exasperation. “oh, thank god. finally. please come take care of your pouty big baby.”

you let out a laugh, glancing between him and mingyu. “what’s wrong with him?”

“what’s wrong with me?” mingyu repeated, his voice slurred but full of mock offense. he pushed himself up onto his elbows, glaring at you through half-lidded eyes. “you’re what’s wrong with me! you took forever! i almost died waiting.”

seungkwan let out an exaggerated groan. “he’s been whining for the past hour,” he said, waving a hand at mingyu. “going on and on about how you abandoned him and how the world is unfair and how he’s too handsome to suffer like this.”

“i am too handsome to suffer like this,” mingyu insisted, turning his pout on seungkwan. “look at me! i should be cherished, not left here to rot.”

joshua, who had been watching the whole scene unfold from the armchair, chuckled. “well, you know what a good bottle of whiskey does to him,” he said. “he doesn’t know how much he’s drinking until it’s too late.”

mingyu dramatically clutched his chest, letting out a loud, theatrical sigh. “betrayed by whiskey, yet again. the tragedy of my life.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, stepping closer to your overly dramatic best friend. “mingyu,” you said gently, kneeling beside him. “you’re not dying, okay? i’m here now.”

he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes and a pout that would have melted even the coldest heart. “you’re finally here,” he whined, folding his arms. “but you were late! so late. and i was lonely.”

“i was gone for, like, an hour,” you pointed out, trying to keep your voice steady despite the giggles threatening to burst out.

“an hour is basically a lifetime,” mingyu shot back, flopping onto his back with another dramatic sigh. “you’re lucky i’m forgiving. but just so you know, i expect you to grovel.”

“grovel?” you repeated, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips. “for what?”

“for breaking my heart,” he declared, pointing a shaky finger at you. “and leaving me here with seungkwan and his terrible attitude.”

seungkwan gasped, placing a hand over his chest as if he’d been mortally wounded. “my terrible attitude? excuse me, i’m the only one keeping you from full-on sobbing and ruining the carpet. show some respect, kim mingyu!”

mingyu stuck out his tongue, earning a scandalized gasp from seungkwan. “you see this?” seungkwan turned to you, his expression as dramatic as ever. “this is what i have to deal with. he’s insufferable.”

“you’re insufferable,” mingyu shot back, though his words came out slightly slurred. “and mean. so mean. you should be nicer to me, seungkwan. i’m fragile.”

“fragile?” seungkwan repeated, looking like he might burst out laughing. “you’re built like a damn tank. the only thing fragile here is your ego.”

mingyu groaned, pressing his hands over his face, leaning closer to you. “ugh! see? he’s so mean. you should comfort me.”

“okay, okay,” you said, fighting back a smile as you knelt down beside mingyu. “i’m here to comfort you. no more bullying.”

mingyu peeked at you through his fingers, his lips forming a pout. “you always know how to make me feel better,” he mumbled, his voice soft. “even when i don’t deserve it.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, your smile fading slightly at the seriousness in his tone.

mingyu sighed, lowering his hands from his face. “you’re always there for me,” he said, his eyes growing glassy. “even when i’m annoying and whiny and... and so obviously in love with you.”

your breath caught in your throat. “what?”

his eyes widened in horror, and he immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. “what,” he mumbled through his fingers, panic flashing across his face. “uh-”

“mingyu,” you said, your heart pounding. “what did you just say?”

seungkwan’s jaw dropped, an "oh my god, he's stupid." slips out before he clapped a hand over his own mouth to keep from screaming. joshua leaned forward, eyes wide with disbelief.

mingyu, looking utterly betrayed by his own mouth, let out a strangled laugh. “um... surprise?”

you stared at him, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding through you. “you... you’re in love with me?”

he groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. “i didn’t mean to say that,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “this is the worst. the absolute worst.”

“mingyu,” you said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “do you really mean it?”

he lifted his head just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. “yeah,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “i really mean it. but if you don’t feel the same, please just pretend i never said anything. i can’t lose you.”

your heart swelled, and a smile slowly spread across your face. “you big, dramatic idiot,” you whispered. “how can i not?”

mingyu’s eyes lit up, and a slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face. “wait... really?”

“really,” you said, laughing as you cupped his face in your hands. “i like you, too.”

he let out a joyous, relieved laugh, grabbing your hands and pulling you into a tight hug. “this is the best day of my life,” he declared, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“even though you embarrassed yourself in front of seungkwan and joshua?” you teased, pulling back to look at him.

he shrugged, a sassy grin spreading across his lips. “worth it,” he said, winking at you. “besides, i’m too handsome to be embarrassed for long.”

“oh my god, yeah and you're too handsome to be this oblivious yet here we are.” seungkwan groaned, throwing a pillow at mingyu. “get a room, you two! or better yet, get him to stop being so annoying & shut his mouth.”

mingyu caught the pillow and smirked, hugging it to his chest. “never,” he shot back, winking at you again. “being annoying is part of my charm, right?”

you laughed, feeling your heart swell with affection. “right,” you said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

and as mingyu beamed at you, looking happier than you’d ever seen him. he's too handsome not to be loved, right?

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koriangguk · 8 months ago

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✧ vegas temptation

✧ synopsis: Falling victim to yet another failed situationship, you're consumed by dread. Maybe love is something you aren't destined to experience in this lifetime? Or maybe you just need a little getaway and a friend who'll accompany the series of impulsive decisions this would entail. Thankfully, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

✧ genre: fake dating au, heavy on smut with a sprinkle of angst

✧warnings: cream play, nipple play, hickeys, different positions, protected/unprotected sex, public nudity (?), tongue-fuck, fingering, denied orgasm, overstimulation, ice play, vibrator play, rope play, candle burns (?) ✧recommended artists: Chase Atlantic, The Weeknd, Daniel Di Angelo, Doja Cat

Everyone knows heartbreak is a pain in the ass, but an intriguing one at that.

It pulls on your heartstrings and fuels the desperate longing to feel whole again. Releasing a tide of emotions that follow suit as your consciousness drowns under the shattering pieces of broken promises, white lies and everything in between.

But, nothing compares to the ego that awakens within you as you enter a phase of recovery, embarking on the infamous villain arc. One that is flamed with rage and hunger for revenge.

Because, let's be honest, a good heart can only take you so far until everything comes crashing down again. Before you are back at square one, like clockwork, slaving after hours just to receive the bare minimum.

So, fuck that and fuck Kim Jaewon. Stupid cunt.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for Jungkook and his Black Amex you wouldn’t even bother brushing your hair, let alone worry about which lacey lingerie you should pack for a week in Vegas.

The Entertainment Capital of the World.

Well, it certainly would be entertaining to put two best friends into a couple’s suite and hope that nothing happens. But, as Jungkook’s dilated pupils watched you swallow your feelings with another shot of tequila it didn’t really seem like he was the one betting on that deal. Quite the opposite actually.

“Honestly, screw him, y/n.” he muttered, running his fingers through those dark locks as the two of you waited for your flight at the boujee business lounge.

In contrast to his trust fund upbringing, you felt like the biggest elephant in the room venturing into the wrong tax bracket. So, the potential side effects of the alcohol running down your esophagus were primarily to calm the nerves of sticking out like a sore thumb, and only slightly to forget your ex.

“Have you been listening at all? I kind of already did.” your lips pursed in annoyance, words barely stringing together.

You weren't annoyed at Jungkook, per se, more so at yourself for letting it get this far. For intoxicating your system at the crack of dawn, as at least twenty pairs of eyes watched the two of you bicker. But, come on, surely it was 5 pm somewhere. Listen, when everything is already going wrong, how damaging could another bad decision be? Especially, in the form of a liquid. So, please, everyone keep your judgement to yourself.

“Well, then that might just be the problem.”

“Huh?” your gaze furrowed, brows knitted with confusion.

“You’re fucking the wrong guys, y/n.” Jungkook whispered with a sly grin.

“Right. And you, I’m assuming would have been my Mr. Right, of course.” you scoffed, jabbing your finger into his chest before looking back up at his heavy gaze.

“Give me a week and we'll see.” he teased, using his foot to pull on your chair, bringing your tipsy form closer until inches were separating your parted lips from his.

Playful would have been the best word to describe your relationship with Jungkook. You never crossed the line between friends and lovers but were in very close proximity to doing so. So, when you poured your heart out, crying on his shoulder the night Jaewon’s cheating scandal broke out like wildfire, a part of Jungkook was pleased by the news despite how selfish it might have looked.

Simply put, he was never a fan of your boyfriends. How could he be when the mere sight of another man beside you triggered every cell in his body, charging a visceral reaction that was forced to be suppressed, kept on the low because you were never his to be territorial of.

Never his to be taken care of. To be loved. Oh, if only you knew how badly he wanted it. How badly he wanted you.

Only, you did know. Because, like a sickening aftertaste, the tension between the two of you always lingered. But he kept his distance, and you played on with the denial. Praying for each other’s downfall, you hoped that the other would finally cave in, and say the three words that would change the trajectory of your relationship forever.

But, as time went on, his fetish for your love only grew stronger and an innocent crush matured into a craving. One that could no longer be suppressed no matter how much you tried to push it away. To push him away.

Jaewon was your last straw. The breaking point that made you question whether you were destined to be loved in this lifetime. And although he caused you pain, you didn’t know if you should thank your ex or curse his whole bloodline, because now that he was gone there was no point in denying that Jungkook and you were more than just friends.

Lathering the shea butter on your damp skin, your vision was hazy, body seemingly recovering from the hot shower. But, after that 15-hour flight surrounded by multiple throw-ups and diaper changes, a scrub-down was a must. So, there you were standing in front of the full-sized mirror in the pink pyjama set your mom gifted you specifically for this trip. Whatever that meant.

See, Jungkook had a way with words. It was his charm. His sensual demeanour could have an innocent bystander wrapped around his finger with one plea. A practical skill that most likely fueled your mother’s spending on the silk fabric, but one that you have yet to fall victim to.

His mind games were strong, but your stubbornness was stronger. He didn’t mind, actually, kind of adored it. The dominant side of you, the way you could shut him up with one glare. It made loving you so much more thrilling, worth fighting for every sigh, every eye roll, every sneer.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you blurted at the man's reflection as his palms rested on the top of the doorframe, darkened orbs bluntly eying your body from top to bottom.

“Like what?” Jungkook grinned, nibbling on his lip rings.

“Like you want something.” you whispered with a furrowed gaze, spraying some leave-in conditioner into your detangled hair.

“Hmm … but, I do want something.” he teased, inching closer before you felt his bare chest hit your back, veiny hands holding onto your waist.

“I bet. I made rules you know? In case you thought I’d give in so easily.” you murmured, turning to face him as your fingers slightly tugged on the towel wrapped around his hips.

“Is that so?” he chuckled softly, eyes flickering down to your plump lips.

“Mhhm,” you nodded, feeling his hands slowly travel up your top as your own intertwined behind his neck.

“Did I break any already?” he rasped into your ear, teeth grazing against the soft skin.

Your mouth curled into a mischievous sneer as you whispered, “Just one.”

However, before he could respond, your fist was already gripping the chains on his neck, gently pulling him toward the king-sized bed that was covered in rose petals and a complimentary note from the hotel.

Happy honeymoon, lovebirds!

Loosening his towel, Jungkook watched as you straddled his lap, pressing your hands onto his chest before innocently glancing up at his parted lips. You could have sworn a drool dripped down his mouth, but it might’ve just been your ego flying through the roof as you felt his racing heartbeat.

“May I?” you teased, slowly rocking your hips against the friction beneath you.

“By all means, love.” he purred, tracing his hands back onto your thighs before flinching at your sudden slap.

“Hands off, Jeon. Rule number one.” you giggled at the sudden change in his demeanour. The way his furrowed gaze searched for the audacity that could’ve potentially justified the words that came out of your mouth.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” he groaned, jerking his head back.

“No?” a small pout worked its way over your innocent face, eyes fluttering.

“Baby, please.”

Was he begging? Or were your knees buckling from the fatigue? Whatever. Keep focus, y/n.

“I warned you, Koo.” you winked, brushing your lips over his before a knock on the door interrupted the little moment.

“Room service!” a man’s voice echoed from the corridor.

I guess the sight of Jungkook’s sculpted chest completely hazed your mind as you struggled to recover even the slightest recollection of ordering food.

“Coming!” you yelled out, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose until his hold on your waist tightened.

“No, stay.” he murmured, voice laced with desperation.

“I have to open the door, Jeon, that's kind of how it works.”

“I like you here.” he grinned, tugging on your bottom lip before leaving a soft spank on your ass. And, as you glanced back at his heaving chest you feared that rule number one was going to be short-lived.

“Do you like it? They didn’t have Carbonara but I thought shrimp fettuccine would have sufficed,” you said with slight hesitation which shortly dissipated as you watched him empty the dish clean.

“Trust me, y/n. You being here has already made me a happy man. Everything else is just a cherry on top.” Jungkook smiled, rubbing his tattooed hand along his jaw before reaching for the last plate cover.

“Honestly, I wanted to thank y-,” your words were interrupted by his sudden whine.

“No dessert?” his brow arched slightly.

“Oh. Shoot, sorry. I … I didn’t think you’d want any.” your words came out as a stutter, eyes frantically searching for the phone.

“Mhmm, but I would kill for some cheesecake.” he sighed with a pout, loosening the buttons on his shirt.

Changing out of the cotton fabric that covered his cucumber-scented body roughly five minutes ago, Jungkook decided to parade the same pyjama set as you. And, now that the two of you were matching, it was clear what your mom’s mission was all along.

“Yeah, okay, let me just call them b-”

“No need.”

“Huh? So, you don’t want dessert?”

“I do.” he teased, keeping his voice low and calm.

“Okay, let’s cut back on the riddles, Jeon. Do I call or not?”

But, there was no answer. Instead, he simply excused himself from the table before walking towards the red couch, patting the seat next to him.

“Come here, y/n.” his voice lowered to a rumble, darkened orbs filled with nothing but lust.

“Why?”

“If I can’t touch you let me at least taste you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Hands fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.

“I beg your finest pardon?” you scoffed from pure disbelief, folding your arms over your chest.

“Baby, you have at max three seconds to walk your fine self over here before I grab you myself.”

“Was that a threat?” you glared at his sly expression, hooded gaze colliding with yours.

“One …” his tone demanded a response.

But, you didn’t move. Not even an inch. Aggravating the tension.

“Two …”

Who does he think he is? Grab you myself. Claw machine sounding ass.

“Three …”

You chuckled, giving him the nastiest eye roll before your muscles tensed up, seeing his 5’8 gym rat physique actually get up.

“Okay! Alright! I’m coming.” you blurted in sheer panic, fixing your bottoms before doing the walk of shame toward his pleased self.

Reaching out his hand, you pushed it away, reminding him of the deal.

“Right here, love.” Jungkook grinned, marking his chest as a target for your landing.

What a tease.

“You know what, Koo. Fine. If you want to play games, let’s play a game.” you hissed with a wink, stripping out of the silk fabric before dropping it on his lap.

“Fucking hell.” a growl escaped his parted lips as his eyes raked over your glistening skin, admiring every inch, every crevice of your body.

He was needy, but you were too busy rummaging through the mini-fridge to notice how desperately he longed for your attention.

“Perfect!” you exclaimed, shaking a bottle of whipped cream before straddling his lap once again. Except this time, in your black lingerie. One that was initially reserved for Jaewon’s eyes only until he decided to fuck you over. Now, the privilege was all Jungkook’s.

“Y/n.” he breathed out heavily, creased forehead resting on yours.

And, as you pressed your thumb against his chin, your index finger slid along his bottom lip, feeling his tongue lick the cream off your skin.

“Just like that, baby.” you gave him a tiny nod of reassurance, glancing up at his doe-eyed gaze.

Fuck, submissiveness never looked this good.

“Y/n, please.” he whimpered, hands hovering over your skin before you finally gave in, intertwining your fingers with his.

Unclasping your bra, you let his veiny hands rest on your perky breasts, decorating your hardened nipples with his special treat.

“Taste me,” you purred, tugging on his bottom lip as his mouth opened in a half-moan.

He was wasted. Big time.

“You sure?” he had to double-check, searching your lustful gaze for approval.

“I am. Enjoy your dessert, Jeon.” the words simply rolled off your tongue, like you’ve been meaning to say them all along. And, as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, slightly tugging on the ends, the built-up need within you slowly inched up, begging for his touch.

Cupping your breasts in his burning palms, he peppered your skin with sloppy kisses, teeth grazing against the pinks of your sensitive nipples before biting down on the flesh.

“Fuck” you hissed with your head jerked back.

Sucking off the creamy delight that painted your swollen tits, his pierced tongue licked its way up to your parted mouth, marking your neck with purple hues of possession.

“Koo,” you rasped against his ear, shamelessly rocking your hips back and forth as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“I know, baby.” he muttered, gently lifting your frail body before pinning it against the armrest of the red couch.

Giving a little shake to the whipping cream that dropped from your hands, Jungkook levelled his face to yours, drawing a line down your stomach. And, as he watched you arch your back from the cold sensation, a spark of temptation danced in his darkened eyes, cheeks flushed from the sinful whimpers that escaped your parted lips until the warmth of his tongue eased the pain.

Moving down the center line, his fingertips traced your ribs, a faint outline of which poked with each breath you took. In and out, your diaphragm was working overtime, trying to keep up with the suffocating demand. One that only fueled Jungkook’s cravings, as he tugged onto the black lace of your lingerie.

“Compliments to the chef,” he whispered teasingly, gaze softening at the arousal that had your panties all drenched.

“Jeon, stop staring, this is so embarrassing.” you whined, voice muffled by the pillow that covered your rosy cheeks as you desperately attempted to close your legs and simply vanish.

“It’s not my fault someone forgot to order dessert.” he grinned, pulling you closer as his hold on your thighs tightened, before hooking your ankles over his bare shoulders. “Now, please. Let a man eat.”

Admiring your sleeping features, Jungkook cuddled into your chest, planting soft kisses on your marked neck before dozing off inside your arms until the buzzing of your phone startled him right out of REM.

No Caller ID

“Y/n?” a man’s hesitant voice echoed in his ear.

“She’s sleeping.” Jungkook muttered, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Who is this? Jungkook, is that you?” Jaewon exclaimed, evidently more on edge than before.

“What do you want?”

“Can I talk to, y/n?”

“As I just said, she’s sleeping.” Jungkook’s tone was low, aggravated by the need to repeat himself.

“Well, can you wake her up?”

“She seemed quite worn out after the fifth round, so I probably shouldn’t.” a grin curled his lips as you rested your head on his heaving chest, completely naive to the unfolded event.

“What?”

“Lose the number, Jaewon.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth, ending the call before tossing your phone on the edge of the bed.

Feeling the warmth of the sun rays peeking through the silk curtains, you stretched your sore body, patting the mattress next to you before noticing Jungkook’s absence.

“Mmhm?” you pouted, reaching for your phone to check the time.

There’s no way you slept through breakfast and he didn’t wake you. Based on your history of ‘hangryness’ and emotional breakdowns that followed suit he should know better.

7:45 am

“Jungkook?” you called out, covering yourself with the sheer nightgown before knocking on the bathroom door, waiting for a response.

Nothing.

“Jeon?” you called again, this time scanning the living room. Everything looked frozen in time, left untouched from the night before — the empty bottle of wine and the stained glass marked with your red lipstick. But still, no trace of Jungkook.

Going back into the bedroom, you quickly brushed your teeth and changed into a baby blue sundress, opening up the blinds to let in the natural light.

“Shit!” you yelped, widened eyes staring at Jungkook’s sculpted back.

Sliding the door just enough to pass by, you felt the goosebumps spread across your body as the morning breeze danced around your bare skin.

“Oh, I thought you quit.” you gasped, brows knitted with confusion as you looked over his broad shoulders, the smell of cigarettes lingering between you two.

“Yeah, well, I thought you cut ties with Jaewon. So … I guess we’re both disappointed.” Jungkook exhaled sharply, turning his head halfway to take in another puff.

Something was off, he seemed distant, cold to the touch.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, hands fidgeting with the straps of your dress.

“He called last night.”

“Why? Is he okay?”

And, that’s when he erupted. Back pressed against the railing, his body turned to face your timid form, before muttering, “Do you care?”

“Well, no? But … if we stopped talking and you suddenly called I would want to know why,” you hesitated with the explanation, analyzing the way his forehead creased with each word.

“Mmhm, except I never treated you like a scrumbag, did I?” Jungkook swallowed, rubbing his tattooed hand along his flexed jaw.

“True, but you never pursued me either.” you snapped back, arms crossed over your burning chest.

“This is a prank, isn’t it?” he scoffed maniacally, eyes twitching from disbelief.

“I’m dead serious, Jeon. Why did you keep your distance if you wanted me so badly?”

He didn’t answer. Letting the two of you stare at each other for a split second, before finally taking a step forward, following your pace as your back hit the glass door. Leaning his hands on either side of your head, his broad shoulders hovered over you.

If this was his attempt at scaring you or somehow making you feel beneath him, it was not working. Because, as his face levelled with yours, your gaze furrowed, never breaking eye contact. Standing firm on what you said.

“Y/n, I kept my distance because I wanted you so bad.”

“Kind of dumb, don’t you think?” you pouted with a slight head tilt.

By now, Jungkook was ready to combust. The adrenaline running through his veins prepared to set off his fight or flight response at any given moment.

“Okay. Fine. How about I pursue myself into your ass, hmm?” he growled, tone demanding a response.

“I'd looove to see you try.” you teased, eyes fluttering with innocence.

“On the bed.”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, tongue poking the side of your cheek.

“You heard me. Chop chop, baby girl.” Jungkook rasped against your ear, nibbling on the soft skin as a final warning.

To be honest you really didn’t know what you were getting yourself into until his fingers ran down your spine, hands tightening their hold on your hips as his growing boner pressed against the arch of your ass.

Fuck, he was serious.

“From now on, I’ll be so close you’d have to scrub my scent off you,” he sneered, gently sliding his two digits over your folds, fingertips coated with your wetness as you remained on all fours.

“Koo,” you whimpered, tugging on your bottom lip.

Parting your throbbing cunt, his pierced tongue licked your clit, thumb rubbing it in small circles before your moans grew louder. More desperate. More needy. Hazy mind unable to fathom the calmness you radiated just a few minutes ago.

“Hold on.” he whispered, reaching for his wallet to grab a strip of condoms before ripping one open with his gritted teeth.

“Tell me if this is dumb enough for you.” Jungkook teased, mouth sliding along your tensed jaw as he rubbed his erection against your clit, resisting the urge to fill you up right then and there.

It was clear that your words irked him but he had to remain calm enough to not hurt you, forcing his annoyance to cool off with a verbal mock.

And, as he slowly pushed himself in, whimpers escaped your parted lips, hands gathering up the white sheets into knots, feeling his cock stretch its way in against the warmth of your walls. Cautious of his pace, he needed you to adjust, pulling in and out until there was enough lubrication for the growing friction to feel good, painless.

“Koo,” you whined again, gasping for air as his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your back.

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.” Jungkook reassured, softening his hooded gaze upon hearing your sweet sounds. The ones that poisoned his thoughts and invaded his dreams all those countless nights.

Clenching your clit on his throbbing length, his vision grew in and out of focus, hissing at the tingling sensation.

“Fuuuck, y/n.” he moaned, fingers digging into your ass, before jerking his head back.

Picking up his pace, Jungkook went faster and harder. Slamming himself into you, until his twitching tip touched the surface of your cervix, making your toes curl in ecstasy, as a trail of juices ran down your trembling thighs.

“Jeon, I'm gonna faint.” you cried out, feeling your throat tighten, lungs stripped away from air.

“Just a little longer, baby.” he muttered, chest heaving up from exhaustion.

He was close. Very close. So, as your walls clenched around him for the sixth time, he could have sworn his dick melted. Became part of your anatomy, no longer attached to his person. Surrendered with a white flag.

“Y/n, look at me.” he urged breathlessly, snapping the rubber off his sensitive dick before giving it a few more pumps, squirting his cum onto your displayed tongue, completely exasperating in the process.

“So,” you swallowed obediently, “now that you've pursued my ass you'll quit smoking, right?” your doe-eyed gaze glanced up at his darkened orbs that watched you lick the dripping cum off his tip as you sat on your knees. Aware of his response, you brushed your lips against his, inviting his tongue inside before his burning body collided with yours, smiling into the deep kiss.

“Well, technically, I didn't go near your ass. Not many girls like that.” Jungkook teased, tucking a few curls behind your ear.

“Many girls, huh? How many?” you murmured, tracing the tattoos on his arm as your bodies laid skin to skin, staring at the white ceiling.

“About five.” he answered, a bit too quickly for your liking.

“Five? You man whore.” you scoffed with disgust, quickly retracting your hand from his.

“Sometimes six, depending on which video loads first.” his nose scrunched in a tiny giggle once he saw your mouth drop, expression left dumbfounded as the dots in your head began to connect.

So, that's what kept him busy all this time. Porn? Phenomenal.

“Next time, I'll just stay curious.” you sighed, half disappointed yet, also relieved. He might’ve just lied straight to your face but sometimes, it's better to simply pick your battles, choosing to live in blissful ignorance than the chaos of reality. Whatever his reality entails.

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forgetme-eternally-blissfully · 3 months ago

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When Cale was Kim Rok Soo, back at the company, he never scared anyone. Sure, they worried for him, they feared his Records or they felt a subconscious chill when making eye contact but-

Rarely has he ever scared them.

Except the week he disappeared.

He got trapped underneath rubble, like his first meeting with Lee Soo Hyuk, but no one was there to save him this time. Three days, he was trapped; an uncanny parallel, maybe even more than a coincidence. But on the third day… something changed. He gained a new ability, something that snapped inside of him like a key that forgoes unlocking the mechanism entirely and breaks the lock itself.

He lifted a building off of its foundations.

The metal holding together the crevice he was huddled in snapped and groaned, while the rocks and concrete scratched and shattered like glass. He forced his way out and walked.

He walked away from the company.

If he had been within his mind, he would’ve gotten help, accepted food and water and healed his injuries.

He wasn’t. Within his mind, that is. He was strong, his senses had heightened to find food and all of his necessaries, but he couldn’t remember anything from his life as Kim Rok Soo.

Kim Rok Soo at this moment had fallen asleep, and Survival woke up. For 4 days, Survival walked, ate, drank, and breathed the life of Kim Rok Soo.

If you could call it living.

Eventually he was found, wandering and dirty, and seeing his team members let Rok Soo wake up, and Survival fell asleep.

Cale Henituse hasn’t had to do that. No, not yet, but time catches up eventually and Cale found himself in a perilous situation again.

Trapped inside of a collapsing building with no way to contact his friends who are expecting him to be back in 6 days. They were in a different world, so Cale only had a portion of his abilities, but it should've been enough. It hadn't.

4 days inside of the building, which shuddered and broke multiple times around him, finally, Survival opened its eyes.

It had taken longer because of Vitality of the Heart, but with all of his abilities weakened extensively, he had no options for escape.

Survival looks around dumbly. Within its own consciousness, it’s doing calculations. The structural integrity. The state of his body. The nearest food source.

Lifting the building off of its body is easy, but it takes several hours to progress its way out of the collapsing caverns. Survival breathes heavily, but doesn’t hesitate as it finally breaks through the side. The building tips over and crashes on the opposite side of where it is. Survival blinks from the impact, but only because of the dust.

It wanders for 3 days.

Finally, it gets found. By bandits.

It massacres them and steals their resources.

Soon after that, news breaks out about the supposed single-handed wipe out, and Raon finds him. Raon tries to speak to it, but after it deduced that Raon wasn’t a threat nor food, it walked away.

As a smart and clever dragon, Raon observed Cale before being so abruptly insulted. Multiple attempts to bring Cale back into those eyes, all failed attempts, Raon teleports the unwilling stranger back to the empire.

It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t respond to touch beyond a stern glance, and it only does the bare minimum to survive. It tried to store food under its bed after eating “enough”, and no amount of begging convinced it to not store the rations. It hasn’t bothered to use its powers either- like it doesn’t know it has them.

All attempts to speak are futile.

Choi Han even tried Korean, but it didn’t show any sign of understanding.

Rosalyn does research with Raon and Choi Han on what could have caused it.

Then they hear about the collapsed building. They hear about the bandits who had supposedly died a few days afterwards. Raon figures out that- yes- the stuff Cale had with him at the time used to belong to bandits.

A week after becoming Survival, days after being found, Cale opens his eyes on a bed.

“… They found me?” He muttered it so quietly, whisper soft, but Raon- apparently sleeping by his legs, jumps up with wide eyes.

“Human!”

Cale wants to sigh. How long was he asleep this time? By Raon’s expression, it must have beaten his previous records.

“Is it you? Is it really you? Say something! Say my name!”

Cale blinks in confusion. Two minutes ago he was dozing off inside of a dark hole that was close to collapsing, now— Raon wants to hear his name?

“… Raon Miru? Are you okay?” Cale sat up, ignoring his stiff body and pulling Raon into his lap. He seems to have lost a little weight?

“Human you must absolutely tell me everything you remember!”

While saying this, Raon was ordering everyone to stay out of Cale’s room with the exception of Choi Han and Rosalyn, as well as informing Beacrox to bring up food and to prepare tea.

Cale observes Raon, who is earnestly distressed for some reason, and concedes.

“The last thing I remember was falling asleep in a collapsing building.” Rosalyn gasps. She just entered the room with Choi Han, who is staring at Cale with a cold gaze.

“Why were you in there?” A chill runs down Cales spine at Choi Han’s voice.

“The conmen didn’t expect the building to collapse, they had likely planned something else. It just happened out of nowhere.” He doesn't say that he got lucky. He was next to one of the buildings main supports at the time, and the crumbling structure formed a bubble around him by chance.

Rosalyn goes pale.

Raon shouts, “I will destroy those bastards that made you go in there!”

“They’re already dead.” Cale shakes his head. Rosalyn covers her mouth. He hadn't said he got lucky, but it's obvious that he did. Did they almost lose Cale, and hadn't even known?

‘Three times…’ He’s been lucky with collapsing buildings three times now.

“Cale-nim…” Choi Han places a hand on his shoulder and Cale freezes in fear. “After the building collapsed, a bandit camp was destroyed, single handedly, a few days after. Raon found you wandering- with their stuff on you.”

Immediately, Cale figured it out. It must be an ability. He recalls the similar event that happened in the past and the dots are easy to connect.

But- he can’t say anything about that with Rosalyn in the room.

So all he says, is…

“I guess some part of me really wanted to live.”

#ookkkkk this is from Jan 10 of 2023 #I had only finished the novel by a few weeks and was reading part 2 #fun fun fun #I found this while looking through my notes app #decided to throw it out here #not a reblog #lout of the count’s family #trash of the counts family #lotcf #totcf #lcf #tcf #Cale Henituse #Choi Han #Raon Miru #Mage Rosalyn #fic idea #fanfic writing

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Kinktober Masterlist '24

-`♡´- This masterlist is made by me and @luviwon, the sweetest girlie I know. We decided to split the list in half but you can also find some episodes we wrote together! I will post on the odd days while she will on the even ones. ♡ You can find @luviwon's masterlist here! -taglist is open I hope that everyone will love our work as we put a lot of effort into it. Make sure to reblog and leave feedback if you liked it! Sending lots of love! ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡₊˚ -link to my masterlist!

OCTOBER 1 --- LEE HEESEUNG' COME 2 ME

☆ boyfriend!heeseung x girlfriend!reader ; After a rough day at work, you finally stepped out of the office building, only to find yourself caught in a sudden downpour. That would've been no problem because you love rainy days, but you didn't have an umbrella, and your phone's battery died as well. You prayed that your boyfriend, Heeseung would pass by your workplace and pick you up, but you knew he was working late. But not today, he came to you with his new car. You were so happy to see him and couldn't wait to thank him for saving you tonight. “You know, I’m ready. Waiting for you every night. Entrusting myself to your touch”

OCTOBER 2 --- YANG JUNGWON' MY PERSONAL STYLIST

☆ stylist!jungwon x model!reader ; Jungwon always finds the most fashionable pieces of clothing for you to try out, but when one day he decides to wrap you up in his own hands, well that becomes your new favourite fit.

OCTOBER 3 --- PARK JONGSEONG' THE BOY NEXT DOOR

☆ bnd!jay x reader ; Thunderstorms, no electricity, no key to your apartment. The only thing you could do was to stay for the night at your neighbor, Jay's apartment.

OCTOBER 4 --- SIM JAEYUN' ANNIVERSARY BREEDING

☆ boyfriend!jake x girlfriend!reader ; Before you know it, you reach your 5th anniversary with your boyfriend, and before you feel it, he is 8inch deep inside you. but this time, he will leave a special present there for you.

OCTOBER 5 --- PARK SUNGHOON' MY SUMMER LOVE

☆ sunghoon x reader ; It was August 31st, and you were heading back home tomorrow because of school. Unfortunately, sleep didn't come easily. Your mind kept replaying all the memories you had with Sunghoon this summer, except for one. The one you'll be making tonight with the help of his camera. “Fly through the deep night to you. In the thick darkness, I will hold you again”

OCTOBER 6 --- KIM SUNOO' MUTUAL TOUCHING

☆ bestfriend!sunoo x reader ; Someone once said that having a sleepover with your boy best friend is not the smartest idea. you wondered why, until you returned to your bedroom to find Sunoo touching himself and ultimately agreeing to pleasure each other.

OCTOBER 7 --- PARK SUNGHOON' BEST FRIENDS, RIGHT?

☆ bestfriend!sunghoon x reader ; Jealousy. This was the first time you felt that emotion while seeing your childhood best friend, Sunghoon around girls except you. You hated to admit it, but you found out yourself craving his touch every time you saw him. Maybe today is the day, to be honest and open up to him.

OCTOBER 8 --- NISHIMURA RIKI' CLASSROOM HOOK UP

☆ classmate!niki x reader ; You really hated the physical education class, and so did your classmate niki. but skipping it together didn’t keep you from finding another way to burn some calories.

OCTOBER 9 --- SIM JAEYUN' MIDNIGHT FICTION

☆ roommate!jake x reader ; You have this little habit, of reading fanfictions before going to bed. Every night you'd dream about him touching you, heavily making out at the wall. But you never thought that this would come true tonight with your roommate Jake.

OCTOBER 10 --- PARK JONGSEONG' MY FITNESS INSTRUCTOR

☆ fitness instructor!jay x reader ; Wishing to get in shape for summer, you hired your own instructor to help you reach your goal. yet later one, your only fitness target turned into feeling him press hard against your ass while bending down to stretch your body.

OCTOBER 11 --- LEE HEESEUNG' FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

☆ fwb!heeseung x reader ; “I’ll be alone tonight, do you wanna come over?” This was Heeseung's first time at your place. You were on your own at home, and he couldn't wait to touch you again after agreeing to this relationship. It was snowy outside, but inside your home all the windows became foggy that night due to the hot air between you two.

OCTOBER 12 --- KIM SUNOO' PHONE SEX

☆ dating app stranger!sunoo x dating app user!reader

; “lonely at night? don’t worry, ‘call a lover’ will bring you the company you need in just a couple of seconds”. out of curiosity, you downloaded the dating app mentioned in the ad, just to say goodbye to boredom. I mean, it’s not like you’ll end up moaning a stranger’s name tonight, right?

OCTOBER 13 --- SIM JAEYUN' STARRY NIGHT

☆ chrucrchboy!jake x reader ; “You and I under the moonlight. We bloom at night.” Jake and you have been friends since you relocated to the same area. You never imagined that this sweet guy you go to church with every Sunday would have these naughty fantasies about you, and no one else. After your birthday, he took you to a beautiful garden far from your home, where you could make love in secret, unheard.

OCTOBER 14 --- YANG JUNGWON' PORNSTAR COLLAB

☆ pornstar!jungwon x pornstar!reader

; Having been in the adult industry for only a year, you’re constantly surprised by what the directors come up with next. but who would have guessed that their latest surprise would be filming a scene with your favorite actor?

OCTOBER 15 --- LEE HEESEUNG' BIRTHDAY SEX

☆ boyfriend!heeseung x girlfriend!reader ; Heeseung’s 23th birthday. You decided to surprise your boyfriend with the members after their concert. He loved every single minute of it, especially the ones you two shared throughout the night. You didn’t hesitate and relaxed in the indoor jacuzzi with some champagne and strawberries covered in …

OCTOBER 16 --- SIM JAEYUN' POST-MATCH

☆ football captain!jake x cheerleader!reader ; When it comes to football, you know that for Jake a new victory means a following night out with the boys. this time, though, luck is not on their side and Jake’s frustration needs to be buried somewhere else. maybe inside you would be just the great spot for that.

OCTOBER 17 --- PARK JONGSEONG' LULLABY

☆ uncle!jay x niece!reader ; Going on a vacation with your uncle looked like a wonderful idea. But little did you know, you will share a bedroom with him.

OCTOBER 18 --- KIM SUNOO' FAMILY DINNER FINGERING

☆ fiancé!sunoo x reader ; It didn’t take long for everyone in your family to hear about your engagement, so they organised a dinner to celebrate the two of you. but truth be told, can sunoo really keep his hands away from you under the eyes of other people? or will he just not give a damn about it and let his fingers do their trick?

OCTOBER 19 --- PARK SUNGHOON' GLASSES

☆ boss!sunghoon x worker!reader ; “I can’t endure it anymore, come to me. Just a little bit closer.” Stealing glances with your boss wasn't the best idea, especially when you're working on an important project and you're supposed to give it your all. He didn't like the result, it was full of mistakes and you had to get yourself together, as he said. So you had to stay overtime. Nevertheless, you were not alone, Sunghoon stayed with you and helped you get yourself together in every way possible.

OCTOBER 20 --- YANG JUNGWON' BEACH SEX

☆ ex boyfriend!jungwon x ex girlfriend!reader ; Going on a trip with your highschool group of friends sounds all perfect until you find out your ex will be there too. And you feel annoyed about it, that until you end up on top of him with your swimming suit buried somewhere in the sand. “We don’t need to tell your new boyfriend about it, sweetheart”

OCTOBER 21 --- LEE HEESEUNG' DAD'S BEST FRIEND

☆ heesung x reader ; Heeseung was your favorite person when you were a little girl, but after moving to a new country, you slowly started to forget him through the ages. Forget all his beautiful features, the memories you shared with him, and the song he sang to you the last night you saw him. Receiving little kisses and sleeping with him wasn't the same as you remembered either.

OCTOBER 22 --- PARK JONGSEONG' BACKSTAGE SUPPORT

☆ idol!jay x girlfriend!reader ; Performing on stage is indeed stressful, so sometimes Jay just needs his antistress toy to calm down. that’s why you wait for him patiently in the backstage, just in case he needs to recharge in between performances.

OCTOBER 23 --- PARK SUNGHOON' MOONSTRUCK

☆ sunghoon x reader ; Your fiancé, your parents, and your loved ones are waiting for you to show up at the altar in that beautiful white dress. But you are not even in the same place with them. Right now you're with Sunghoon, hand in hand, melting into each other's touch with your engagement ring on the ground.

OCTOBER 24 --- YANG JUNGWON' MIRROR KINK

☆ boyfriend!jungwon x girlfriend!reader ; A new house brings new surprises, and the bedroom ceiling mirror is no exception. at first, you don’t give it too much thought —until you catch your boyfriend’s reflection in it, relentlessly pleasuring you.

OCTOBER 25 --- NISHIMURA RIKI' LIPS

☆ rival!niki x reader ; You and Niki were the best dancers in the whole school, but everyone knew that you were enemies. One day, someone spread a rumor that the two of you were secretly dating. As soon as you heard it, you ran to Niki and asked him what was going on. "I wouldn't mind if the rumors were true." -He said.

OCTOBER 26 --- KIM SUNOO' SHOWER SEX

☆ step brother!sunoo x reader ; “What about we just share this one today?” Sunoo whispers into your ear, slowly taking more of your personal space inside the shower cabin. “let’s just wash these sinful desires of ours away here for now.”

OCTOBER 27 --- NISHIMURA RIKI' ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS ORAL TIME

☆ rich boy!niki x tutor!reader ; as Niki's grades keep considerably going down, you are being in charge of bringing them back to an average score, giving him private lessons at his house. Niki's stubbornness, though, and his constant dirty lines to flirt with you, do not help at all. so coming to an agreement together, you offer a little bit of you to every right answer he gets. it goes without saying now that by the end of the day, he would have mastered the subject just as much as your body.

OCTOBER 28 --- MAKNAE LINE' DRINKING GAME

☆ boyfriend!niki x girlfriend!reader x best friends!sunwon ; One too many drinks lead to the raise of unexpected secret fantasies, and that's how a birthday party for Jungwon turns into a dirty race, fighting for who to fill your holes next. and you would think your boyfriend Niki could never allow that, but the growing bulge in his pants when Sunoo is fucking you from behind, well, says something totally different.

OCTOBER 29 --- HYUNG LINE' ACT LIKE AN ANGEL, DRESS LIKE CRAZY

☆ brother!niki x sister!reader x brother's friend group!hyung line ; You came across as angelic to everyone, but deep down, that wasn't really you. only you know who you truly are, and you were ready to break free from expectations tonight and do all the things with your brother's best friends that you've always dreamed of.

OCTOBER 30 --- PARK SUNGHOON & KIM SUNOO' PANORAMA

☆ ambassador!sunsun x photographer!reader ; You always captured the models and the million-dollar products from afar. To be honest, you always wanted to try on some jewelry or something luxurious after being done with your work. Tonight you not just tried on the gems, you felt them as close as possible. Not to mention you got the chance to admire the streets of Tokyo from above with the help of the two ambassadors of Cartier taking turns behind your back.

OCTOBER 31 --- ENHYPEN' DARK MOON

☆ enhypen x reader ; Holding a halloween party on an abandoned island does not sound like the greatest idea at first, but it gets so much better when you get the best prizes for simply being there. as they wish to fulfill your dirty desires, enhypen organises a small game of hide and seek for you. but this one is a little different, as the prize for finding each and everyone is feeling them deep inside you, one by one, taking over your body and treating you just like the sex doll you wished to be. be careful, though, as there might be scary traps on the way to your reward (even though you can confirm that the only scary thing would be chocking on anything else other than their cocks)

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wannaeatramyeon · 3 months ago

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Gun Park x Reader: Pre-Date Jitters

G/N. Who would have thought Gun could get nervous. Follow up to Awkward Flirtations. Masterlists

All of Goo's insults, that Gun thought he had perfected the art of tuning out over the years, are finally coming home to roost.

That fucking moron. I'm going to kill him, he thinks.

Gun had never particularly concerned himself with what Goo thought. After all, why would he, why should he. Does a human care about what a mosquito thinks?

Yet Gun looks at his reflection for a beat longer than usual, eyes drawn to his hair as uninspiring taunts 'did you dunk your head in grease', 'shave it off and start again' in Goo's whiny, irritating timbre echo in his mind.

I will kill him, Gun decides.

This morning is not starting off well.

It gets worse when Gun observes his wardrobe.

To his disdain, there are overlaps in brands and fashion houses between his and Goo's clothing despite Gun opting for a more muted, understated palette and Goo going for as obnoxious as physically possible.

Nevertheless, that never stopped Goo from running his mouth.

'You should burn that shirt.'

'Did you find that in a dumpster?'

But, and Gun's already sour mood turns even more sour at the realisation, Goo may have a point.

Well, actually no he fucking doesn't.

But what if your taste is more aligned to the blonde's that Gun Park's own. That you agree and find his hair overdone and his clothes tasteless.

Is he also going to need to don his glasses again to hide the unmissable scar between his eyes?

What the fuck, Gun thinks, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to dismiss all this uncharacteristic doubt.

"What the fuck," he murmurs, nostrils flaring as he slams his eyes shut and counts to ten.

On ten, he exhales. The thoughts disappear. All, except one:

I'm going to strangle Goo Kim.

At 1:50pm, standing outside the coffee shop, Gun burns through two cigarettes before the agreed meeting time of 2pm.

Then at 2:04pm, he lights up another, takes a short, solitary drag before stubbing it out.

At 2:07pm, he smokes one more to the filter in a single, long, inhale.

The annoyance, and nicotine, fully hits 30 seconds later as your absence becomes unbearably loud.

Less than ten minutes have passed, though with the anticipation coursing through Gun's veins, it feels like a lifetime and pride halts him from texting you.

Perhaps you got into an accident. Maybe you died on the way here. Or more realistically-

Did you waste his time? Have you stood him up?

That would certainly be a first.

Is this what being stood up feels like? A steady force of disappointment grows heavier with each passing second, eventually sure to crush him under its own weight.

Manifesting, twisting into anger and vexation in a split second.

What is he even doing with this moronic romanticism? Why would Gun Park be on a date? He does not form attachments, romantic or otherwise. Neither does he spend his time hanging outside coffee shops waiting for someone who he can't mould into his masterpiece. He shouldn't have, doesn't have interest in anything besides getting stronger or richer-

"Sorry!"

Your voice bursts through the spiralling thoughts as you grab his attention by squeezing his arm.

You ramble. Something about the traffic and getting lost but it doesn't matter. None of it matters.

The sun, resting high and pretty in the sky, illuminates you, casting a golden aura and your halo of light envelopes Gun.

All previous anger, gone. All uncertainty from this morning, vanished.

He inhales, like the first breath of air after drowning, and with his exhale, can't help the smallest smile that rests on his face.

"You look nice," you add sincerely after your apology, eyes roving approvingly over his form.

Gun finding his mouth suddenly dry, clears his throat and acknowledges your compliment with a nod. He looks at you, gaze softer than he ever thought capable, and with a hand resting on the small of your back, leads you into the cafe.

#lookism #lookism x reader #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

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illubean · 1 year ago

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Mayhaps....

Death The Kid x a reader that's a witch pretending to be a meister? Like Kim from the manga :>

DTK with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Death the Kid Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

YES YES YES YES MY FIRST SOUL EATER REQUESTS AND FOR ONE OF MY FAVS TOO .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Warnings: none

while posing as a meister, it is insanely hard to find people on the same wavelength as you considering the fact you're a witch

the one thing that Kid didn't understand about you was the fact he wasn't able to see your soul

he stayed wary of you, knowing that something wasn't right

but after a while of getting to know you and having no troubles, he forgets all about it

maybe his power is messed up because he's not a fully developed shinigami yet or something

he actually ends up growing pretty fond of you

he's so obvious about it and oblivious to you at the same time

soooo Liz had to spill the beans and boom you're a thing now

after a while of being with you he remembers how he can't see your soul and asks about it

you offer a long silence, which worries the young shinigami

and when you tell him the truth he is conflicted

yes the entire point of the DWMA was to rid the world of kishins and witches who have the instinct to destroy but you were his significant other

you hadn't shown the slightest signs of giving in to those so called instincts and had been nothing but good to your peers

and if your plan was to destroy the DWMA from the inside out, why were you being so open with him right now?

but when it comes down to it, Kid loves and trusts you

when the rest of the students at the DWMA find out he is quick to protect you from any haters

Liz actually flips her shit after finding out you were a witch this entire time but Kid would literally argue with her until the day he dies if it meant defending you

and when he says something about it to Lord Death he's like "oh I knew that"

and Kid is annoyed that his own father didn't say anything

but after this his trust in you deepens, knowing that his dad also trusts you enough to let you attend the DWMA and walk around Death City freely

if anything this new knowledge just strengthens your relationship :3

#soul eater x reader #soul eater #death the kid #death the kid x reader #death the kid soul eater #soul eater dtk #dtk #dtk x reader #soul eater headcanons #soul eater fanfiction #soul eater fanfic #soul eater death the kid #soul eater fic #soul eater fandom #dtk soul eater

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chugging-antiseptic-dye · 1 month ago

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⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ through your my our eyes 🔍(mingyu x reader)

contains: soulmate au, tooth-rotting fluff, soulmates to old married couple to friends to lovers, slight swearing, etc. a/n: happy birthday, mingyu <3

".....he is able to see one of Ae-sun’s poem’s published. It’s dedicated to Gwan-sik, telling him she will be OK after he dies. The poem ends with an expression of immense gratitude that uses the show’s Korean title: “My precious dearest, here’s to all you’ve been through." The story is all the more precious when you realize Gwan-sik and Ae-sun are not soulmates. Brick by brick they built up their love into a wonderful shelter for their loved ones to rest their wings on. Maybe we, who are used to exchanging our souls with our destined one; we, who know who we are meant to be with, will never ever understand a world where if soulmates do exist, they are not found, they are made (by choice)." - An Excerpt from the Time Magazine on the ending of 'When Life Gives You Tangerines'

Kim Mingyu did not want a soulmate. He has a great life, amazing friends, a job he loves, and the best family. What would he even do with a soulmate? And yet, when he felt his soul shifting from his body to theirs, he couldn't stop himself from being a bit excited. Who did the universe choose for him? And why?

The din of the house party was muffled to him as Mingyu sat at the corner of the balcony. "It's my birthday today". Why did he text that? It's been two days since their souls were exchanged for a few minutes. Well, one day sixteen hours but who is counting? Just as he had given up hope of getting a reply, a ting from his phone raised his hopes up. "happy birthday lover boy. hope you had some cake". He should scoff at this. How generic. No, it was not him who was grinning like a cat who got the cream. He was a dog. A golden retriever. Not some ally cat.

Most of his friends jumped into the rabbit hole of falling in love as soon as they exchanged their soul with their soulmates. While, on the other hand, Mingyu was fumbling. How do you connect with someone when you don't know what to say? His nickname maybe 'motor mouth' but the motor had an engine failure every time he opened his chat with her. A few minutes of having his soul whooshed into her body isn't enough to get to know her. So, Mingyu started doing what he does best when he doesn't know what to do: he finds a solvable problem. She likes kimchi and is too lazy to make her own? Boom! He makes her homemade because his mother's recipe is obviously superior to whatever readymade kimchi is in the market. She hates putting away her work stuff? Okay, no problem. He can sort them out and make it easier for her to find where she left off. A bit of cleaning, lighting some candles to bring out a cozy vibe, dimming the room, setting up her blanket and pillows exactly how she loves it. He can do all of these. And if it makes him feel a bit giddy inside to imagine her burrowing herself into the blanket and drifting off while watching the latest netflix series, its a secret that that he taking to the grave.

Look, Mingyu doesn't need to be protected. He is a big seix foot guy with biceps bigger than most people's head. And he is used to being teased by the guys. So, when she possessed his body and fell back first into the pool because of a stray basketball to the face, it was nothing new for him to be the butt of every joke made by the guys. it's was kind of irritating but he can just ignore it. However, the mind-blowing moment was when Jeonghan and Hoshi came by to apologise to him. He tried everything to make them spill what she did for a once in a lifetime thing to happen but they would not budge. Again, Mingyu doesn't need protection or to be coddled. It was nice though. It felt nice to know that someone got his back. Even if he doesn't need it. Especially, when he doesn't need it.

Mingyu knows he can be a lot. He is too loud, too tactless, too demanding. Yet, he never feels that way when he talks to her. His every word were given undivided attention. His texts were never left on seen. He felt valued. he felt that he was a person worth knowing. he felt that being himself was enough. Mingyu had a few ex girlfriends and boyfriends. But they never made him feel that being Mingyu, the human was enough. He was always Mingyu, the loving partner or Mingyu, the popular guy or Mingyu, the hot boyfriend. Love and respect were depended on his value; what he could bring to the table. With her, Mingyu had to think that his worth was conditional. Maybe, just the universe didn't choose soulmates to fix their worse half. Rather, maybe soulmates are people who can help you love yourself.

“.....I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” - An Excerpt from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

dividers from @strangergraphics-archive and @saradika-graphics

#unbetaed #seventeen #svt #keopihausnet #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #mingyu x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #kim mingyu x reader #writings of tie-dye

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kccisfuckingmagical · 13 days ago

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Home Sweet Home

Stina Blackstenius x French!footballer!Reader

Stina Blackstenius x kid OC x Reader

Warning: alludes to death (reader’s sister passed away). But it will be mainly domestic fluff. Kid fic.

London's January air bites at your cheeks as you step off the plane, Aurélien bundles against your chest like a tiny, disgruntled burrito. His little face scrunches against the cold, nose pink beneath the woolen scarf you'd wrapped him in.

"Tatie, j'ai froid," he mumbles into your coat, fingers clutching at the fabric. (Auntie, I'm cold.)

You kiss the top of his head, adjusting your grip on your duffel bag. “Je sais, mon cœur. On y est presque." (I know, sweetheart. We're almost there.)

The airport buzzes around you, all hurried footsteps and echoing announcements, but your mind is elsewhere—on the pitch at Montpellier where you'd first met Stina, on the quiet evenings babysitting your nephew in your sister's house before everything changed, on the phone call with Renée that had thrown you this lifeline.

"We'll make it work," Renée had said, her voice steady through the phone. "All of you."

And then—

There she is.

Stina Blackstenius, leaning against the arrivals gate like she's been waiting forever (she has—her texts had grown increasingly dramatic over the past hour, culminating in: If I die of Heathrow boredom, tell Aurélien I loved him more than football). Her beanie is pulled low over her ears, her shoulders hunched against the cold, but when she spots you, her whole face lights up.

Aurélien sees her first. “Stinaaaa," he breathes, like she's magic.

(She is, a little.)

She's already moving toward you, her hands steady as they take his weight. “Tu m'as manqué, mon petit," she murmurs into his hair, and you watch her throat tightens as she swallows hard. (I missed you, my little one.)

Then she turns to you, her free hand cupping your jaw, her lips warm despite the London chill. “Et toi aussi," she whispers against your lips. (You too.)

Behind her, the city stretches out—gray and busy and unfamiliar. But here, in the circle of her arms, with Aurélien's laughter ringing between you, it already feels a bit easier now.

The car ride to Arsenal’s training ground is quiet, Aurélien dozing against Stina’s shoulder, his tiny fingers still clutching the hem of her jacket. You watch London blur past the window—cloudy skies, red buses, the occasional flash of green from a park. It isn’t home, not yet. But Stina’s knee presses against yours in the backseat, steady and warm, and that is enough.

Renée Slegers meets the three of you at the entrance, her smile sharp but her eyes soft. "Right on time," she says, high-fiving Aurélien, who looks a bit chirpier now with fresh air. "We’ll keep today light—meet everyone, settle in."

Aurélien holds both your hand and Stina’s hand tightly, The moment you walk into the with locker room, the chatter dies down.

“Oh. My. God.” Caitlin Foord is the first to break the silence, eyes locked on the toddler hiding behind your legs.

Leah Williamson immediately crouches down to his level. “Hey there, little man,” she greets him softly.

Aurélien blinks up at her, then buries his face against your thigh.

“This is Aurélian. He doesn’t speak English yet,” you explain. You crouches down, and prompts him to say “hello”.

“-ellooooo!” Aurélien parrots back.

Instantly, the girls coo over him. And your new team captain Kim Little grins, rummaging through her bag. "Good thing toys are a universal language." She pulls out a mini Gunnersaurus plushie and holds it out.

Aurélien’s eyes goes wide. "Un dinosaure!" He gasps, snatching it eagerly.

Frida Maanum smirks, “Oh, so now he likes dinosaurs? Stina’s been trying to get him to say ‘Gunnersaurus’ for weeks."

Stina chuckles from her locker, “Aurie called it a ‘chicken’ last time when he saw a Gunnarsaurus on a team photo."

The entire team lost it.

Stina, leaning against her locker with her arms crossing, watches the girls interaction with Aurélian with a soft expression.

“Wait, hold on.” Katie stands, after shaking hands with Aurélien like he is an adult, looking between you and Stina. “Is he… yours?”

You nod softly, not wanting to shine more lights to the tragic situation of your sister’s sudden death.

Frida Maanum, as a good friend she is, diverts the attention, adds. “But yeah Katie, Stina’s basically his other mum.”

The locker room erupts.

“STINA? OUR STINA?!”

“I don’t even know you have a girlfriend, Stina!”

Stina rolls her eyes, but her ears are pink.

That night, you come home after finishing your newcomer physio session to find Stina on the floor, surrounds by crayons while Aurélien scribbles on a large piece of paper wildly.

“Qu’est-ce que tu dessines, mon cœur?" (What are you drawing, sweetheart?) you asks.

Aurélien holds up a chaotic green blob, “Gunnar… saurus!"

Stina bursts out laughing triumphantly. “Finally!"

Later, as you tuck Aurélien, who is clutching his new Gunnarsaurus plushie tightly, into Stina lingers in the doorway.

Stina recounts her evening with Aurélien, and tells you softly, “He asked if I’d read him a story tomorrow. In French."

“And?"

She steps closer, voice low. "I told him I’d read him a thousand."

You pull her into a kiss, heart full.

London may not be home yet, but you know you are already home when Stina is right beside you.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #stina blackstenius #Stina Blackstenius x reader #swewnt #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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back2bluesidex · 10 months ago

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Gin and Tonic - JJK Ft. Kim Mingyu (18+)

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem Reader X Kim Mingyu

Theme: Pwp, SMUT

Wordcount: 2.2k+

Summary: If Jungkook is pungent as Gin then you need Mingyu as Tonic water to soothe your throat.

Warnings: Explicit sex, filthy sex, threesome, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl position, she takes both of them at the same time, protected sex and unproduced sex both (wrap it up), creampie, cum eating.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This is written as a birthday gift for my bestie @phenomenalgirl9. belated happy birthday girl. Hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I am not a carat and I don't even know the names of seventeen members properly. I have written this just because my bestie is a carat army and I wanted to write something to quench her thirst. hehe. so, please don't mind if Mingyu's character here is vague. I don't know him well to write him properly.

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“W-what do you mean?” you can’t help but shutter.

The initial shock hasn’t died down yet but you can see another wave approaching you just when your dear boyfriend opens his mouth, “I mean, this. Is. your. Birthday gift.” he gestures towards the other man sitting right beside him.

You want to scoff. He spoke those words with extra intervals between them as if it would start making sense in that way. If Jungkook thought so then he was wrong.

Because nothing makes sense anymore.

You dare risk a glance at his best friend, the other man, Kim Mingyu - aka the epitome of beauty and puppy energy.

He smiles innocently at you, even though the proposal is anything but innocent and your stomach winds up in knots.

“But jungkook… this… how- I mean-” you try to speak again but your state makes it tough to form a coherent sentence or a thought for that matter.

Jungkook stands up from his side of the couch and walks towards where you are sitting. Mingyu stays silent for the entire time as if he needs approval in order to start speaking.

Propling down beside you, Jungkook reasons, “Why not, Y/N? Remember you once told me how you want to be in charge for once?”

Your eyes go wide. Jungkook is really talking about your bedroom practices right when his best friend is sitting there, looking like a three-course meal.

“Yeah but how does that have anything to do with him?” you whisper. Honestly, you are not that frank with Mingyu. You have seen him only a handful of times since you and Jungkook got together.

Jungkook chuckles, “Baby, you already know that being dominant is like my second nature. I can’t let you be in charge even if I try. So, I am giving you a chance to dominate the most submissive man I know” he points towards Mingyu again, who still stays silent, “as a birthday gift.”

You wish Mingyu would say something. Something like this is not a good idea. But that guy- does he even know how to talk?

“But baby-”

“Oh come on, Y/N. You low-key love the idea. I have caught you throwing glances at me several times before. And I would be lying if I said the image of you riding me didn’t cross my mind.” Mingyu finally opens his mouth and now you wish he would have stayed silent.

You don’t dare look at him, you divert your eyes towards your boyfriend, almost expecting Jungkook to be mad at Mingyu’s confession but when you look at him.. You find him smirking.

Jungkook stands again and this time he stands towering your figure. Mingyu follows his suit.

“We will take good care of you baby. Just trust us.” Jungkook speaks looking down on you. You can see his eyes hazy with lust already.

“I will be good, I promise, Y/N.” this time it’s Mingyu. You finally take a good look at him, he is wearing a beige hoodie with a pair of dark denim - he looks like a Greek god descending to earth just to make your one wish come true.

Your boyfriend on the other hand has chosen to go all black. A black t-shirt with a black zip-up, a black beanie and equally black jeans. He knows you drool when he dresses like that. Hence, the choice of his outfit is intentional.

This might be a one-time opportunity- I mean- two of the most attractive guys you have ever seen are ready to pleasure you on your birthday, what else would you even want?

You should say yes.

So you nod a yes, even though your insides are already burning with anticipation and you feel like you will faint from the sheer excitement that is filling every nuke of your body.

“Good girl.” Jungkook praises, poking his lip ring with his tongue. He then dives down and picks you up bridal style like a sack of rice, “let’s go then.”

Jungkook crosses the distance from your living room to your bedroom with only five big strides, Mingyu follows him closely.

He sits you on the bed and retires himself to sit on the armchair placed at a corner.

“Y/N baby, he is all yours to play with.” Jungkook speaks in an authoritative tone. His voice sends goosebumps all the way from your head to toes.

“Hey, Y/N. loosen up, yeah? I know you are nervous but it will be fun. I will do whatever you ask me to do okay?” Mingyu sits on his knees to match your eye level. He probably sensed your nervousness.

His voice is really soothing, soft. Unlike Jungkook, his tone is not at all demanding, kind of pleading if you add. So you nod a yes.

“So for starters, tell me what do you want me to call you?” He smiles sweetly. Your heart melts a little and you set yourself at ease.

“Call me by my name only.” you reply.

“Okay.” he takes your hand and places a kiss on the back of your hand. Your skin is now ablaze.

“Can I kiss you here?” he places his index finger on your collarbone. You utter a yes.

Mingyu moves forward and places the next kiss on your collarbone. His kisses start small but soon turn into huge, open-mouthed, wet kisses.

Your hands wander around his shoulders, then to his chest, to his hair and you feel impatient already. You need to see him. You need to see him naked.

“Undress yourself, Gyu.” you order him softly.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Dang, did your name always sound so good rolling out from Mingyu’s pretty tongue?

Mingyu stands up and starts undressing himself by taking off his hoodie. Soon he is standing only on his briefs.

You are so distracted by the guy that you completely forgot your boyfriend is basically sitting right there enjoying the show.

You ogle at Mingyu, who opens his mouth to place his demand this time, “Y/N… can I undress you? Hm?”

That’s when you realize that you are still completely dressed. You nod nervously. You have never been naked in front of two males at the same time.

But you don’t get the chance to feel much because Mingyu works fast. Within a few seconds you are sitting only with your panties on. Panties that Jungkook got you as a gift.

“So pretty” Mingyu mumbles. His left hand comes to touch your tits but you swat it away.

With a weird flare of confidence within yourself you say, “did I say you could touch me?”

Mingyu visibly jolts at your sudden change of persona, “n-no. I am sorry.”

“Good that you apologized. Now go and sit up against the bed.” you point at the space where you want your boyfriend’s best friend.

Jungkook is amused to say the least. As much as he likes you as his babygirl only, he needs to admit that you are quite hot while trying to be in charge. He has already started getting hard but when he sees you straddling Mingyu’s lap and placing your core right on his crotch, his cock twiches inside his pants.

Mingyu groans, which is understandable.

You feel Mingyu’s erection poking at your entrance through the layers of clothing and you start getting wet at once. The pretty groan that Mingyu lets out doesn’t help at all.

Once you are seated properly, you start rolling your hips against him. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers get lost in his dark hair.

Fuck! This feels so good already! Why did you even think of declining the offer?

“Can I suck your tits, Y/N?” Mingyu asks cutely.

You sigh, “you can.” and he takes a nipple inside his mouth.

His tongue rolls your nipples inside his mouth for a few seconds and then he starts suckling on the bud like a hungry beast. His sucks are so powerful that you start seeing stars. As a result, you grind on his length harder than ever.

Mingyu can’t help but moan and moan. He is a little messy by the way his drool is dropping down the mound of your breast and landing on your stomach, but you are loving it much more than you thought you would.

His strong hands hold you by your waist, pressing you down on himself.

“Y/N, I- ump- I want to be inside you.” Mingyu speaks with a mouth full of your tits. You are pretty sure you have bruises all over your chest by now.

However, Mingyu’s confession somehow catches you off-guard. He really wants to fuck you? As in fuck you for real? Will things be normal between you and him after everything or between him and Jungkook- oh fuck- Jungkook.

You twist your neck by 90 degrees to catch your boyfriend sitting at the corner of the room. But the scene that welcomes you - heightens your hornyness tenfold.

Jungkook has gotten rid of his pants and he has his shaft on his hand. He is semi-hard and massaging himself to uncover his cock’s full potential.

The sight has you choking on your own spit and wits, too bad that Minguy is now thrusting up while biting down on the skin of your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours and you can’t help but feel an invincible urge of sucking him while Mingyu is inside you.

“I- I want to suck you, daddy.” you murmur. But Jungkook hears it anyway.

“You want me suck me while my best friend fucks you, huh? You dirty little whore.” Jungkook chuckles while standing up from his seat.

He comes to stand before you and Mingyu in no time.

“Gyu, wrap yourself up.” Jungkook hands him a packet of condoms. Mingyu accepts it with a nod. His face is all messy with his own spit. His underwear sports a large wet spot due to pre-cum.

You chuckle at the sight, “you really want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” he nods eagerly.

You help him in getting rid of his briefs and putting the condom in. then you dismount yourself from his lap only to sit facing Jungkook.

As you slide down on Mingyu’s cock in reverse cowgirl position, your mouth falls open with the length and girth that welcomes you.

The stretch is delicious.

Once you sink in, you take Jungkook’s length in your hand, and rub the pre-cum on his tip.

Spitting on your hands, you lubricate Jungkook’s giant cock and place the tip on your tongue.

Just when you take Jungkook fully inside your mouth, your hips roll back on Mingyu’s length. The rhythm that you set yourself in seems to work perfectly. You don’t miss a beat in riding Mingyu and sucking jungkook off at the same time. Both men are a mess by the time you feel your legs giving up.

Both of them are groaning, moaning, head thrown back. Hair clinging to their forehead with sweat.

You are not doing much better. Both of your two primary holes being penetrated at the same time is as overwhelming as it is rewarding. All while Mingyu’s fingers draw vigorous figure eights on your clit.

You jump on Mingyu’s cock one last time and gag on Jungkook’s cock as your orgasm hits you like a loaded truck.

You fall on Jungkook's chest and you can feel Mingyu grabbing you by your waist.

You are almost relieved, almost because within a moment, Jungkook is grabbing you and laying you down on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn” he says as he pushes the tip of his cock inside your wrecked hole.

Mingyu is sitting right above your head with his shaft in his hand, he throws the condom away and starts massaging himself.

You are well aware that none of them has hit their orgasm yet. So you take the charge again.

You grab the base of Mingyu’s cock and direct it to your mouth but the pace Jungkook has taken up already makes it tough to suck the other man properly.

You still do your best.

Mingyu chants your name again and again. You see his eyes rolling back by your own rolled eyes. He is on his fours and you swear this is one of the best sights you have ever seen.

On the other hand, Jungkook pinches your clit pounding inside you raw. Your walls clench him promising another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Hold it. Hold it for a few seconds.” he says as his own rhythm starts to break. You know he is close too.

Inside your mouth Mingyu’s cock twitches.

“Let go.” Jungkook says and you let yourself go.

You squirt, spitting your juices all over Jungkook’s shirt and face, Jungkook spills inside you. As if on cue, Mingyu spills inside your mouth.

You lie there like a mass of torn limbs for how long you don’t even know as the both men try to catch their breath.

—

“By the way, how do you know that Mingyu is submissive ?” You question. The picture of Mingyu on all fours with his cock inside your mouth while Jungkook fucks you dumb is still plaguing your mind.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything but he smirks.

Fuck. Did they?

The question renders your throat dry.

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wildestdreamsblog · 3 days ago

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Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: What a busy busy busy busy month for me. I'm so tired and here's me hoping that I get Seokjin's ticket ahuhu. ALSO, Please do comment or reblog if you like this update :>

Masterlist, Part IX of __

“Jimin-shi! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Kim Seokjin’s voice echoed throughout the emergency room. Despite the swamped room, Seokjin’s razor eyes saw him amidst the chaos that was the room. It was 11 in the evening and yet, the man himself looked like he just stepped out of a photoshoot. Park Jimin, on the other hand, was the perfect picture of a stressed chick. He was still in his police uniform, his hands covered in blood, and his hair was tousled as though he ran his hands throughout them several times already. In extremely unusual circumstances, the younger man’s hands were shaking.

Suffice to say, the night had been long for Jimin.

“What happened, Jimin?” He asked, glancing to his right where a certain woman on the hospital bed was being attended to by the nurses and doctor.

Jimin’s eyes were brimming with tears as he struggled to tear his gaze away from her. “Hyung-”

Seokjin’s demeanor turned serious just by the panic he saw in his brother’s eyes. This man did not even flinch nor showed any panic when he was stabbed just a month ago, and yet, someone’s pain was causing him to feel this. Her pain was causing him to break. Her tears were unraveling him.

“B-Bear is hurt... She needs stitches. S-she’s terrified of needles,” he explained, his plump lips quivering. He held his bear’s hand even as she glared daggers at him and attempted to pull her hand. “You can glare at me all you want, but you’re going to get treated. I’m serious.”

The policewoman looked at him with shock, “No, leave me alone and let me go home! This wound will close on its own!”

“How?!”Jimin’s voice rose up, fear and helplessness apparent in his voice.

“Like how ancient people heal their wounds! Natural healing! Science!” she answered, her voice increasing just as much as his was. Suffice to say, they were disrupting whatever peace the emergency room had. Their back-and-forth was quickly becoming a spectacle in the ER, drawing the attention of nearby patients and nurses alike. Nurses exchanged glances. A doctor paused mid-step. Somewhere, a child with a sprained ankle stopped crying just to watch the chaos unfold.

“No! That’s how they died so young!”

“You’re not making sense, Jimin!”

“You’re not making sense, Bear. You cannot and will not win this round. All other rounds, yes. But not on your safety. Never about your safety.”

“Jimin–”

Jimin’s jaw clenched at her stubbornness. He was done arguing with her. “Okay, she needs to be sedated.”

“Uhm, if I may, isn’t that a little extreme?” someone asked cautiously to which Jimin threw him the most vicious glare ever known to man, enough to shut him up. The poor guy took two steps back and nearly dropped his clipboard. It was the kind of glare that could end a war. Or start one.

Seokjin sighed and rubbed his forehead before gesturing to the nurse to do what Jimin wanted. He was the picture perfect of a man who’d given up on logic in the face of family theatrics. He sighed, maybe this was why his brothers were so brat. He would often cave in and gave these assholes what they wanted. Was he to blame? Eh. Who knew?

It was another round around the ER when Seokjin went a full circle and found himself orbiting back to the same room, bracing for yet another of Jimin’s emotional meltdowns because things didn’t go his way with Bear when instead, what he saw was his own version of sunshine.

You were gently smiling at his Bear, holding her hand like you were her old friend, like you’d known her your entire life even if this was your first real conversation. You were seated on her left, and on her right was a doctor who had been smiling at your animated anecdotes as you distracted her from the needles. Jimin was on the end of the bed, looking worriedly as the needle pierced through Bear’s skin repeatedly as the doctor patched her up. His eyes never left Bear’s face, and every time she flinched, he did too.

You were so dependable, Seokjin thought. And, God, so beautiful, too.

Seokjin initially thought that you were a sunshine in his dark little world. He thought maybe your light was meant just for him, like a rare thing he’d stumbled upon and quietly tucked away, selfishly. But as it turned out, you could also light up other people’s worlds.

He knew in his mind that you were helping her.

He knew what you were doing—helping Bear through something raw and terrifying, easing Jimin’s heart in the process. He understood it, admired it even. But that didn’t stop the strange twist in his chest, the dull ache that settled just beneath his ribs.

But he didn’t know how he felt about this. He thought that maybe it was jealousy or even resentment – but it was none of those things.

His psychiatrist had once warned him about this—about the way he fixated, that he tended to fixate about how once he found something—or someone—worth holding onto, his grip became too tight, too desperate. His therapist had said he should watch out for that.

Well. Oops.

He could be a little intense, sure. But who had time to return for another session, right?

“All done!” the doctor said cheerfully, snapping off his gloves with a practiced flick. He gently taped the final piece of gauze over Bear’s stitched wound. “You need to rest the arm for a few days, absolutely no lifting or reckless behavior—”

“Define reckless,” Bear muttered, her face still pale, but her voice dry with sarcasm.

“Exactly that,” Jimin replied with a resigned tone in his voice. “You need to not be yourself for at least seventy-two hours. I’m going to make sure of that.

And you–” Jimin turned to you, relief etched on his face. His brows were furrowed, “you still haven’t accepted my follow request on Instagram. Explain.”

You blinked owlishly at the sudden shift in his demeanor. One moment, he was dead worried for the patient and next, his attention was solely focused on you as though you personally wronged him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your mutuals with Jungkook,” he answered in a matter tone as though that was all the explanation you needed, as though that clarified everything.

Huh?

“Do I know you?”

“God, he’s being extra weird again,” the policewoman muttered in embarrassment. “Someone sedate me so I don’t have to witness this.”

“Seriously? Hyung never talks about me? You never heard of me from Jungkook? Impossible.” His eyes narrowed with exaggerated betrayal. “Accept my follow request and follow me back.”

Bear groaned from the table. “Can I go into a medically induced coma now? Just until he leaves the room?”

Jimin raised his brows in anticipation as he looked at you pointedly. Then, as if to add insult to injury, he began tapping his foot on the floor with impatient flair—tap, tap, tap—like a passive-aggressive metronome counting down your refusal.

“Please don’t stress her,” Seokjin interrupted, having seen enough of Jimin’s shenanigans.

“Yes! Don’t stress me,” Bear added, gesturing to her shoulder exaggeratedly to remind Jimin, who had very recently panicked because of her wound, to calm the fuck down and leave the poor doctor alone.

Seokjin shot her a look before shaking his head. “I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about her-” he paused to point squarely at you. “Don’t stress my sunshine out!”

Jimin sputtered in surprise. His? Sunshine?

Those two words really came out of his hyung? Unprompted? Unforced? Uncoerced?

He couldn’t even process what was happening when Seokjin kicked him out of the emergency room for disturbing his patients and his sunshine.

---

But Kim Seokjin should know that he couldn’t easily shake off one Park Jimin.

And you should know that you couldn’t shake off Kim Seokjin as evidenced by how he followed you during your break in the only coffee shop opened nearby. And so, instead of enjoying your coffee and making progress on your paper in peace, you now found yourself seated across from both men, who were bickering like unsupervised children.

It was one in the morning.

You did not have the energy for this.

You were too sleep-deprived for this.

“This is the last time my hospital will treat your–” Seokjin was saying, tone sharp.

“That’s not allowed! It’s a violation of Hippocratic oath or something!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes at him because really, he would bring up that oath in front of him, a doctor and also a mafia prince? Wasn’t that a little far reaching? “Not if you keep on disturbing the ER everytime she gets injured at work!”

“I can’t control how I feel, hyung!”

“You can! Be like Taehyung!”

Jimin huffed. “You can’t just blacklist me because I care about her well-being!”

You rubbed your forehead in exasperation, fingers digging into your temples as if you could physically press the exhaustion out. You couldn’t even pretend that you weren’t hearing them. You sighed, “Can you fight over there?” you said wearily, pointing toward the far corner of the coffee shop. “I would like to enjoy my break in peace. And you two are giving me a headache.”

Seokjin immediately turned toward you, eyes wide with alarm. The argument screeched to a halt. “A headache? What? Is it bad? On a scale of 1 to 10, how severe is the pain?” he rattled off, already in full-on doctor mode. “You know what, never mind, I know what it is. You’re dehydrated. You never drink water. It’s always coffee, and you skip meals—sunshine, a snack is not a meal!”

Before you could stop him, he was already halfway to the counter.

“I’m ordering you proper food. Sit tight. You’re too thin! You need nutrients!”

You were too used with his sudden and exaggerated outbursts that you didn’t even pay him any attention nor did your eyebrows lift at his outburst. Meanwhile, to say that Jimin was shook was the understatement of the year. He literally looked like someone told him that Santa Claus was real and had taken up kickboxing or something. His face was comical as his eyes followed his hyung before it returned to you.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he leaned in, eyes bouncing from Seokjin’s back to your face. “Oh my God,” he whispered in dawning horror. “Hyung cares about you.”

Well… he did change your lightbulb without being asked. He fed you countless times, even when you insisted you were fine. He drove you home almost every night, even though his shift ended earlier than yours. He went to your apartment first thing after getting back from that out-of-town trip without even resting. He waited for you, every day, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Did that mean he cared for you?

Or was he just making up for the way he treated you?

“That’s…debatable,” you muttered.

“Noona, no. I-it’s not,” he answered adamantly. He pointed at his hyung who was busy trying to buy everything in the menu that he thought you’d like. “That man is never like that.”

You raised a brow. “I think you exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” he said, dead serious. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t care about anyone who isn’t his family.”

You frowned. “Right… you all say that. You’re ‘brothers.’ But Jeon Jungkook is his ‘brother.’ You’re Park Jimin. None of you even share a family name. So how does that work?”

“His father adopted all of us,” Jimin said dismissively with a wave of his hand. “Irrelevant to the story. Anyway—what did you do?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” why did it feel like he was accusing you of some voodoo shit?

“I mean, how did you breach the wall that is Kim Seokjin?” Jimin asked, staring at you like you were some kind of supernatural phenomenon. “What spell did you cast? What ritual? Did you bribe the ancestors?”

You stared at him.

“I told him several pickup lines,” you said flatly.

He gasped. “That was the catalyst?!”

You sighed, already regretting saying anything. “But that doesn’t mean that he likes me. He’s just being…Seokjin,” you explained as slowly as you could just so you could all move on from this. You would not even dare entertain the idea that someone as perfect as he was would like someone as messed up as you.

When he said that you were beneath him before, it hurt because it was the truth.

You were so far in social standing that liking you would be similar to extending aid to someone in need. If anything, his care felt more like charity. A favor. A well-meaning upper hand extended to someone in need.

“Let me tell you something about that man,” he started with a smile, leaning in like he was about to reveal state secrets. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, the grin on his face tempered with sincerity. “No one alive in this world can make Seokjin do anything he doesn’t want to do.”

He let that sit there, letting the weight of his words hang between you like a challenge.

“Think about that,” he added softly.

You looked at him.

Really looked.

And for the first time, a crack appeared in the neat little wall you’d built around the truth. Jimin wasn’t teasing anymore. His expression was open, eyes serious.

You turned your gaze toward the counter, where Seokjin was still arguing with the barista about whether you’d prefer shrimp tempura or gimbap, completely oblivious to the existential crisis he’d just caused.

You frowned.

Because now you were thinking about it.

And you weren’t sure what scared you more—the idea that Jimin might be right…

Or that you wanted him to be.

“Don’t put meaning where there shouldn’t be one, Jimin. Listen to your noona.”

“You seem kind, and you calmed my bear down. So, I’m going to give you an advice,” Jimin said casually, his eyes trained on his hyung. “The game you’re playing is dangerous.”

You tilted your head to the side, confusion apparent on your face as you tried to digest what the detective and Doctor Jin’s brother was trying to say. “I-I’m not playing any games, Jimin.”

But Jimin only tilted his head, almost amused. He smiled at you, and you almost shivered from how cold it was. It was as though he knew something you didn’t, as though he pitied you about not knowing what he knew. His eyes shifted to his brother who was Now making his way back to your table with a tray of before focusing on yours again. “My hyung…is not the kind of man you can play games with. If all that is merely games to you, I suggest you stop now while he still lets you.”

There was something more to what he was saying, and you were never patient when it came to riddles. “Or else what?”

This time, he smiled genuinely at you. “You don’t want to find out.”

Park Jimin’s words rang in your head like a loop.

In fact, your shift ended without you realizing it. His words echoed in your mind, both his assessment and his warning as though his hyung liking you was a double-edged sword. You were so out of it that you almost missed Seokjin.

Leaning against his car, arms crossed loosely, hair catching the soft streetlight—Kim Seokjin watched you with quiet patience.

Once again, without fail, he had waited for you.

And for the first time in your life, someone waited for you with a smile.

Not out of duty. Not because he had to. But because he wanted to.

For the first time, someone cared for you like that.

Not halfway. Not with conditions. Just… you.

And damn it, you were falling.

You were falling hard for Kim Seokjin.

And this time, you knew—you wouldn’t be able to stop.

He respected your silence. Didn’t ask if you were okay or try to drag you into conversation. He respected your silence like it was something sacred. Instead, he just drove—one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift, eyes focused on the road, calm and quiet. He was merely contented with driving you home. It was enough for him that he made sure you were safe, that you were comfortable, that you were with him, breathing the same air, alive and whole.

But your mind was in a turmoil. Jimin’s words. The weight of your feelings. The fear of hoping. It all churned like a storm you had no name for. You were never someone who would rather overthink. You were never one to do messy daydreams nor fantasy endings. You were taught early in life that you could never escape your reality no matter how hard you tried. You were no princess.

There were no happy endings waiting at the end of your story. Only survival. Only endurance. Only trying to get through one day to reach the next.

And yet—when he parked and walked you up to your apartment, when he stopped just short of your door like he always did—you turned to him with something close to bravery in your eyes.

You weren’t one to flinch from the truth.

“Do you… like me?” you asked, voice quieter than you intended, but steady.

He didn’t pause. Didn’t blink. “Yes.”

One word. Solid. Certain. No hesitation.

You stared at him, heart thudding in your chest.

“Care to elaborate?” you managed, your voice dry to cover how it shook.

Seokjin gave you that maddeningly unreadable look—calm and fond, as if this whole conversation had already played out in his head and ended exactly here.

“I think you’re smart enough to figure it out.”

There was no smugness in his tone. No teasing. Just truth.

He studied your face, then—like he could read every unspoken fear in your silence—he took a step closer, enough that you had to tilt your chin slightly to keep your eyes on his.

“And I know you need more time to process this,” he said gently, his voice low and even. But beneath that calm was something weightier. It took him sleepless nights filled with thoughts he didn’t know how to untangle. It took him buying a goddamn mansion—impulsively, irrationally, drunkenly—because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and needed somewhere, something, to anchor the ache in his chest.

It took him a while to get here. It took him a lot of sleepless nights and a very expensive mansion which he bought during his drunken nights because of you. And to be brutally honest, it took courage for the mafia prince to come to terms with his feelings. And so, he would give you time to accept his feelings.

And he was sorry to say—truly, deeply sorry—that now that he had come to terms with it, there was no going back.

There was no turning off what he felt. No dimming it.

He could give you time. He would give you space.

But not distance. Not disinterest.

Because you were already his.

“So I’m going to go tonight,” he finished, softer now. Not a retreat. A promise. “Good night, my sunshine,” he said, a faint smile touching his lips.

Then, with a final glance, he turned away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You were left in front of your apartment door, watching as he walked down to his car and drove for the night. The silence that followed should have felt peaceful. But it didn’t.

Instead, it pressed against your chest like a warning.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there—too long, maybe—before you heard the soft creak of the door behind you.

Then a voice.

Low. Familiar. Drenched in smoke and menace.

“Got yourself a rich boyfriend, I see.”

You turned, startled, eyes widening.

There he was. Leaning casually against the doorframe like he belonged there. A cigarette dangled between his lips, the ash long and crumbling, and that same awful sneer curled his mouth.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks. You’d dared to think he’d disappeared.

Your heart pounded—fast, frantic, terrified. The same way it always did when he came to collect.

He let the smoke curl from his lips before speaking again.

“Why don’t we invite him here, hmm?” His head tilted toward the direction Seokjin had gone, voice mocking. “Maybe your shiny new prince can pay all your father’s debts. Bet he could clear it in one transaction.”

He took a step closer. Too close.

“Ah, but then…” He grinned, all teeth and malice. “I’d miss these monthly visits of ours. Wouldn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

He flicked ash to the floor, then looked at you again. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

“What do you think, sunshine?”

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